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Hi! Could I request something with Izzy where reader is a part of Stede’s crew and they fall in love, but reader gets abandoned with the crew despite how hard Izzy fought for them to stay on board, and now, set in season 2, the reunite then the crew does and they see how awful Izzy looks with missing a leg and such and theres angst with reader blaming him partially for abandoning them but then fluff and they make up?
"Ed! I'm coming!"
The crew all winced as they watched their fearless leader bellyflop into the sea and then miraculously keep flailing toward their former home. The Revenge looked more than a little worse for wear and anyone with half a brain could probably surmise what they'd find on board.. Though Stede, apparently was not one of those people. Your knuckles turned white on wooden railing.
"Aren't you going too?" You heard one of your crewmates say. You turn and find all eyes on you. Your stomach churns. You know what the implication is. You know what or rather who they're all thinking about. For a moment you can only glare back; it's both a defence and an accusation. After all, what an insensitive thing to say to someone who was most likely a widow now.
"I'm in no rush to find corpses," you tell the gawking crowd before turning and storming to the safety of below decks.
You bury yourself in work. Although work on this ship is just folding towels. And work might be a strong word for what you're doing which is just folding and unfolding the same towel over and over while you desperately try both not to break down and to process what's happening.
It's not long before you're interrupted again. Fast footsteps approach down the hall and Oluwande bursts into the room.
"You're gonna wanna see this," he pants.
"I already told you, I - "
"No, really. You're really gonna want to see this," he insists.
Against your better judgement, you put down your towel and follow. Your heart pounds all the way with dreadful anticipation and the last remnant of hope clawing at you from the inside.
You had no idea what to expect, but the sight that meets you on deck is beyond what you could have imagined. The crew. Your crew. The ones you thought you'd never see again. The ones who left you for dead on a Godforsaken spit of land. You watch as they get hauled onboard, all looking and smelling not great to say the least. Any anger you had dries up, at least for now. They look like they've been through Hell and you know they probably have.
A familiar voice draws your attention and you snap up to look just in time to see him being helped onto the deck. Your eyes lock and the whole world freezes.
Izzy.
Your breath catches in your throat as your chest constricts. The anger tries desperately to revive and grow again, but it's drowned by sheer relief. He's alive. You stare, taking in every inch of him from head to toe. He looks as wrecked as the Revenge. His usually styled hair hangs limp and wet around his gaunt face that wears a heartbreaking expression of shame and pain. You can see relief in him too and maybe that's why you find yourself rushing closer.
He flinches as you throw your arms around him and hold him tight, seawater and smell be damned. There's hesitation, shock maybe, but he slides one arm around you too and squeezes, even letting himself close his eyes for just a moment. God only knows how much he's missed you.
By the time you pull back there are tears falling freely down your cheeks. You lightly hold his face, eyes frantically scanning every bruise and scar on it. When you realise he only had one arm around you, you look to the other. That's when you see the crutch. And that's when you see the wooden leg. You can't hide the look of horror and your hand moves from his face to his shoulder.
"Iz - Izzy, what happened? Are you - What -" You can't find the words. At least, you don't know where to begin. You both feel horribly grounded to reality and lightheaded enough that you could just drift into the blue sky above. Or pass out, whichever came first.
"I'm fine, leave it" he mutters gruffly. He's unable to meet your eye now. If you weren't in such emotional turmoil, you might have laughed. Instead you just shoot him a desperate, puzzled look and follow his gaze to the deck.
The chaos of the crew reuniting and catching up is still happening all around you, as well as Xheng's crew trying to accomodate everyone. But Izzy is looking at Stede and that's when you realise he's the only one alone.
"Where's Ed?" You ask Izzy, swallowing hard, "And Ivan?"
He doesn't answer. Horror churns in your gut and fresh, hot tears well up in your eyes but you take a shaking breath and look at his wooden leg again.
"Did Ed do that to you?" You whisper, unsure if you even want an answer. The question should be ridiculous. Ed loves Izzy. They've hurt each other over and over again, sure, but he wouldn't do.. This.
Izzy looks haunted as he looks to you. Between the circumstances and your resolve, you both know he can't lie. His eyes gleam with his own tears as he nods, unable to speak.
Your heart pounds. The anger in you finally finds the strength to get back up. You take a deep, shaky breath.
"And is he dead now?" You ask.
Izzy nods again, his chest heaving with everything he's trying to keep in. It's so much harder around you.
"Good," you spit, taking his face in your hands again. He looks like a choir boy being dared to swear in church, but you only double down, "good."
He slips a hand over yours and nods as you both silently cry together. You don't think he means it, you're not even sure if you mean it, but now you're together again, it doesn't matter.
He rests his forehead on yours and whispers, "I missed you."
Despite everything, you finally smile.
The two of you are soon separated after that. The crew from the Revenge are eager to catch up with you, and Izzy seems eager to hide away and drink. You don't see him again properly until the truth comes out about Ed's death and the crew of the Revenge are locked in the holding cells below for fear of being mutineers. Naturally you don't sleep a wink and sneak down into the dark the second you get the chance. Everyone greets you quietly and warmly, but they know who you're really here for.
"Sorry, guys. I know you can't really give us the room, but like... Give us the room?" You ask sheepishly.
Jim rolls their eyes, but looks away all the same. Frenchie and Fang awkwardly turn their whole bodies and end up staring at each other. The new woman you don't recognise (Archie, you think) simply closes her eyes. You chuckle and take a seat on a crate, right beside Izzy except for the bars separating you. For a long moment, neither of you know quite what to say. To your surprise, it's Izzy that softly breaks the silence.
"I'm surprised you're here," he admits, "I was surprised you even wanted to see me at all, let alone hugging me and that."
You sigh and shrug. "I thought you were dead," you tell him, voice strained, "grudges seemed pretty stupid after that."
Izzy digests this information, moved and ashamed by it. You've always been far, far too good for him. It only follows that you still would be, even now. Besides, he knows how it feels to think the person you love is dead. He grits his teeth as he pushes back images of your rotting corpse on the island he left you on, skeletal and burning in the sun. He reaches through the bars to slide a hand over yours.
"What happened, Izzy?" You demand softly.
You're met with maddening silence. There's an entire story, an awful story just behind his eyes. You can see it in every micro-expression he makes and the way he just seems to vanish in it despite being right next to you. It only leads you to speculate which is all you've done for months. You've had enough.
"You left us. You left me." You remind him bitterly.
That seems to snap him out of it. He looks to you with his back all the way up. Izzy's always fought strongest when he's defending.
"He went mad," he hissed. You're vaguely aware of the crew in the cell shifting uncomfortably but you don't give them the time of day. "Edward - He.. After Bonnet left him, after you and I fought, I talked him into being Blackbeard again." He laughs, but his eyes are wet with tears. There's no humour in the sound. "Got what I fucking wanted, didn't I? He did what Blackbeard does and he pushed the boy off the side of the ship and told me how he planned to maroon the rest of you. And I fought, Y/N, God only knows how I fought for you. But it wasn't enough. No pets, he said. Told me exactly what would fucking happen if you did stay. What he'd do to you." His voice cracks. "Blackbeard doesn't make idle threats. At least on that island you had a chance."
The story rushes in like water in a sinking ship. Your head, heart and soul feel impossibly heavy as you try to comprehend it all. It's hard to stomach that what Izzy did was supposedly an act of mercy. You'd felt so betrayed, and more than that, terrified of a slow, painful death. But still.. Looking at the state of the crew, hearing what happened to Ivan.. Izzy wasn't lying and Blackbeard wouldn't have been either. What would you have done?
"I'm sorry," Izzy whispers, squeezing your hand, "I'm so fucking sorry."
You rest your head on the bars separating you and squeeze his hand back.
"It's okay," you tell him. It's not, not by a long shot. There's so much to talk about and unpack, but you haven't the time. After all, he could be executed tomorrow. And for now, you decide he's been punished enough. Any conversations about him and his unhealthy attachments to Blackbeard over just Edward would have to be put on hold. "Iz, I forgive you. Okay?"
He won't nod, won't accept it, but he at least doesn't argue. Maybe at this point he's simply too tired to. For now it's enough for him to know, to feel that you're alive and he didn't lose someone else he loved to his own cowardice and stupidity. He just holds your head and feels your breath on his face. If he's to die tomorrow, that's what he'll remember. Just you, him and -
"Y/N? What are you doing here? How did you get past the guards?"
Stede fucking Bonnet.
"More like what are you doing here!?" You hiss, looking down the corridor to make sure no one followed him.
Stede grins and triumphantly places his hands on his hips.
"I'm breaking them out of here. We're going to get our ship back!"
The imprisoned crew breaks in to a hushed cheer. You laugh and look to Izzy. What a fucking rollercoaster the last 24 hours have been. He stares back at you looking as unamused as he usually does when Stede's about.. But you know him well enough to know he's on board.
You squeeze his hand again and while the hushed chatter breaks out around you and the crew are distracted, you mouth, "I love you."
Izzy stares back. He's got no idea what his life will look like now without Ed and down a leg. Hell, he doesn't even know if this stupid breakout attempt will even work. But he does know one thing for certain.
Hello again I had another idea! What is reader is like sunshine incarnate and the crew of the revenge is confused on how they got into black beards crew. But then they find out reader and Izzy are together and assume nepotism but then Izzy gets hurt on a raid and reader just kills everyone like no mercy swift and painful death and the revenge is like ooo.
((I hope you don't mind me changing the scenario just slightly! I've done Izzy getting hurt semi-recently))
Izzy x Sunshine!Reader
The early afternoon sun was high in the sky, but not unbearably hot, peeking in and out of fluffy white clouds as it crossed the sky. As such, the crew of the Revenge had elected to eat lunch on deck since sailing was slow-going too. They'd been gossiping discussing the new additions to their crew all morning and it was showing no signs of letting up yet.
"I'm pretty used to them now, you know," Oluande said, finishing off the last of his stew. He wiped at the corner of his mouth. "Like Ivan and Fang are alright, aren't they? And Blackbeard's not being violent maniac after all is a plus."
"Oh, he's plenty maniac. Trust me, I've seen it. The time's just gotta be right," Black Pete insisted. He was largely ignored.
Frenchie plucked at his lute and winced. It needed retuning. "No, I get you mean though, mate. They're all weirdly nice. Especially Y/N. They're really nice."
A general murmur of agreement spread throughout the group.
"Makes you wonder how they actually got the job though, doesn't it?" Lucius chipped in, "like.. I get that Blackbeard's not what we thought he'd be but he's still fucking Blackbeard. And Dizzy Izzy doesn't tolerate soft, so how the Hell did Y/N end up on that crew?"
There was a brief silence as the crew considered this. Black Pete opened his mouth to speak but even he came up blank. By all accounts, it didn't make sense. Y/N was the kind of person you'd find at a tea party or rescuing puppies or kittens from trees or something. Not a pirate crew.
"Isn't it obvious?" Black Pete piped up again, "Izzy doesn't tolerate soft but he does tolerate Y/N..." He raised his eyebrows and gave a knowing look. Lucius' jaw dropped to the floor, looking equally horrified and thrilled by the suggestion.
"What are you guys talking about?"
The crew looked round to see Fang approaching, bundles of ropes in his strong arms.
"Fang. Are Izzy and Y/N like.. A thing? Like - Do they fuck?" Lucius demanded.
Fang chuckled, his kind eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh yeah," he confirmed, "those two have been together ages. Basically joined at the hip. I'm surprised you guys hadn't noticed."
Another bout of chatter broke out. Lucius was aghast, Black Pete tried to play it off like he knew all along, and Olu and Frenchie pointed ouot it was actually nice to know that Izzy had a softer side.
"It is nice to know," Lucius concurred, "but it's still not as good as Izzy The Spewer. That's gold."
"Izzy the Spewer?"
A silence fell over everyone as Y/N appeared seemingly from nowhere. All of a sudden there was a cold, tense atmosphere. Y/N didn't usually bring this energy; in fact it was usually the opposite. Normally they were cheery, smiley. They were smiling, except.. There was something off. Something sinister.
"Who told you about that?" They asked sweetly. Sickly sweet.
Lucius' blood ran cold. His mouth felt dry as he stammered around an answer.
"Well it was only Ivan or Fang wasn't it, so which one was it?" They snapped.
Fang suddenly looked very shifty and very afraid, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Y/N turned to him slowly and stepped close like a predator approaching its prey.
"Fang.." Y/N cooed, "did you tell people about that? Even though I've told you not to and exactly what would happen if you did?" They were awfully close to his face now. The crew watched on in horror. Fang began to sweat.
"That's not nice, is it Fang?" Y/N continued.
"I'm sorry, I - I mean I didn't really tell them everything, we were just talking and - "
He was interrupted by the shard sound of a blade being unsheathed. Y/N twirled a dagger in their hand, a cold fire in their eyes now.
"I have an idea," they declared, "you wanna play Knife Parade?"
Fang all but yelped then, dropping the ropes like hot potatoes. "No!" He pleaded, "not Knife Parade, please, Y/N - "
"One! Two!" Y/N gleefully, manically even, began to count, raising the dagger.
Fang cried out and began to run across the deck, abandoning the ropes and the rest of the crew. Y/N was soon after him like a shot, still counting as they relentlessly stalked after Fang, their eye gleaming with a terrible mischief.
"Well," Oluande exhaled, adjusting the collar of his shirt, "I guess that explains that."
"Yeah," Lucius agreed, "they fit right in."
All the while none of them had noticed Izzy himseld watching from the upper deck. He watched as you chased Fang all the way to the brig. He smiled proudly, knowing you had been as fierce as this and worse since the day he laid eyes on you.
Izzy x reader headcanons where they become co-captains of the revenge after Stede and Ed open their Inn.
(Of course Izzy survived)
Co-Captaining with Izzy!
It doesn't hit either of you the task you've taken on until Ed and Stede's island sinks below the horizon and you realise it's just you, the ship, the sea and the crew now. The crew in question are still mucking about like children and talking your ear off with a hundred questions and largely unhelpful suggestions about how things will run now. Izzy looks at you with an expression that can only read fuck.
I think no matter how long you two have been together or how well you get on, it's rocky to begin with. Izzy may have changed a lot since the last time he was made captain, but he still runs a tight ship and likes things just so. He respects you and your opinions and your authority, it's just.. He's been at this pirate business a long bloody time and has seen multiple times what happens when things go to shit, so just let him get on. Surprising no one, he's a bit of a dick about it.
"The parents are fighting again" becomes a common phrase around the ship. It's kind of funny.. But not so much when your relationship is on the line.
One night you return to captain's quarters, exhausted after yet another stressful day, to find it bathed in soft candlelight, the sofas arranged carefully by a table that holds charts, maps, stock and financial records.. And a bottle of your favorite wine and a plate of your favourite fruits and cheeses. Izzy is stood right there, holding out a glass to you.
"What's all this?" You ask suspiciously.
Izzy clears his throat. "Well, captain, I thought it was high time we sorted our shit out. You know, negotiated."
You almost laugh, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest. He's never actually called you captain before. You take the wine and take a seat and the negotiations begin. The two of you talk for hours, divvying up duties to suit you both and discussing how best to parent your children run your crew. You tell each other exactly what kind of co-captains you want to be. Izzy even apologizes for how he's been the last few days. By the time the sun's come up you're not even talking about logistics anymore. You're just.. Talking. It's nice. You fall asleep on his shoulder and wake up tucked up on the couch with a blanket and a pillow.
From then on things run a lot smoother. Izzy is great at helping you keep focus, manage priorities and pick up on overlooked details and you're great at motivating the crew, keeping calm and making sure Izzy takes time off every once in a while.
The two of you gain a fearful reputation on the high seas. Izzy of course already had one but he's even scarier now he's in charge and has you to protect. It's the ultimate scary dog privilege.
Izzy *ahem* quite likes being called Captain when it's just the two of you. Equally he likes it when you pull rank on him. Every now and then he's more than happy to return to his First Mate roots and have you treat him like the dog he secretly is <3
Hii,can you please write some enemies to lovers Izzy x reader. Maybe where the reader is in Stede's crew and of course Izzy hates on them,but he actually has a crush on the reader and the reader does too. Then it happens that they spend a whole night talking about this and that,and in the morning Izzy can't take it anymore at the point where he kisses the reader without thinking about the fact that everyone could see them. The crew actually sees it and starts teasing him thinking the reader doesn't feel the same and then the reader kisses him while the crew shuts up. I KNOW MAYBE IT'S A LITTLE DETAILED BUT I ALWAYS WANTED SOMEONE TO WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS. thank u so much I love your writing <3
You didn't know what to expect when Captain Bonnet said you'd be sharing lookout duty with Izzy that night. Awkward, tense silence at best and grumbled insults at worst, you supposed.
Never in your wildest dream did you imagine you'd be sat side by side, shoulders and knees brushing frequently as you pass a bottle of grog back and forth, laughing and chatting like old friends.
And oh... What a lovely smile he has when he laughs.
"He's not a bad captain," you chuckle, gratefully accepting the bottle that's kept you both warm tonight. Well, that and the brief swordplay lesson he gave you earlier. That certainly got your blood pumping.
Izzy groans and rolls his eyes, giving you a sidelong glance. "He fucking is," he says, but there's a little less bite to it than normal.
You sigh and bite your lip, thinking for a moment. The topic of Stede and Ed have come up multiple times tonight. It had been tense at first but slowly devolved into fond stories and gentle ribbing.
"Let me rephrase," you try, "he's not a bad person."
Izzy makes a facial expression and a vague noise that tells you he's not convinced of that either, but he doesn't argue. He just thinks on it a moment and then shakes his head.
"I don't wanna talk about Stede Bonnet," he says eventually, turning to look at you. You're awfully close now.
"Okay.. What do you want to talk about?" You ask, a little softer now as you turn to him too and your playful grin melts to a simple, warm smile.
He doesn't answer. He's looking at you in a way you've never seen him look at anyone before. Suddenly you feel hyper-aware of everything around you. It's like the two of you have been forming a bubble around you all night and now suddenly it's popped.
You can feel your heart beating in your chest. The cold wooden step beneath you. The lap of the waves against the ship. The cold night air versus the warmth you can feel from the man beside you. His eyes on you (has there always been hazel in the brown?). The tobacco on his breath, even. You're that close.
"I want to talk about you," he says eventually, almost whispering. He looks surprised at his own words and maybe like he's self conscious too.
"Okay," you agree, "what do you want to know?"
Izzy shrugs and bites the inside of his cheek as you hand him the bottle back. "I don't know," he murmurs, "anything."
It's a tall order, but it's sincere. Vulnerable, even, which shakes you to your core. Still.. You've been talking for hours. You don't feel a need to stop now.
Taking a deep breath, you start to tell Izzy about yourself. You tell him about your life on land before you joined Bonnet's crew, how that came to be, how it's been since.. All of it.
And to your surprise, Izzy listens. Really listens. His steely concentration is sometimes hard to read, but you don't get the sense that he's judging you. If he has any questions he asks them quietly, never interrupting you.
By the time you're finished, dawn has broken. Soft light creeps over the horizon and bathes Izzy's face in a warm glow. You're not sure he's noticed; he hasn't taken his eyes off you once.
You take another breath. "Anyway, so that's - "
You're cut off by a pair of lips on yours and a gloved hand cupping your face. The kiss is eager, but not intrusive. A thumb runs along your cheekbone as you lean in and kiss back, surprised but certainly not unhappy.
A laugh cuts across the deck and suddenly the kiss is broken. Izzy straightens up and clears his throat, that scowl you're used to is back on his face.
You follow his gaze and see some of the crew looking at you both. Some look shocked, a lot of them are laughing. You don't have to look at Izzy to know he's tense again. Something in you snaps.
Without thinking anything beyond wanting to make him feel good again, you boldly grab his shirt and pull him to you once more, kissing far more fiercely than he had you.
The laughter quickly stops.
When you break the kiss on your own terms this time, you have the privilege of looking nice and smug. Izzy is frozen for a moment, but then his mouth twitches upward and the gleam in his hazel eyes returns. He places a hand over yours and squeezes before hauling himself up with a brand new vigor and a spring in his step.
"Right, you fuckers, let's put you to work since you've got time to fuckin' laugh, eh!?" You hear him yell out as he crosses the deck.
You stand and stretch too, assuming that your night shift is well and truly over. You make your way to your cabin, ready for a long lie in.
You can hardly wait for your next turn for look out duty.
Hi!!! I love your writing I’ve been reading it since my first omfd watch through!! I’m rewatching with a friend and my love for Izzy is back with a fire.i was wondering if I could see a f!reader x Izzy hands. He knows the reader struggles with loud sounds so when ever he yells at someone he covers her ears. Or just anytime there’s a loud sound he covers her ears
((Hi!!! This prompt has had me grinning for days, I love this image sm))
● You and Izzy have been together a long time now. You know each other really well and most importantly, you feel completely safe around him. His sometimes volatile nature is something you've gotten used to and as such, you've learnt two things. Aboard the ship, on a normal day, Izzy is more loud than actually violent. And he would never, ever hurt you.
● The crew of the Revenge, however, don't know Izzy as well as you do. So the first time they watch him grab your head in both hands without warning and then start yelling at the top of his lungs, they're baffled (and slightly horrified) to say the least. He just clamps his hands on either side of your head, even pushes it side to side a bit as he turns his head different ways. You don't even flinch. Like this is normal.
● At first it makes the crew like Izzy even less, but slowly it starts to make sense. With the crew being as they are, Izzy ends up shouting even more than usual and you can't always be in arms reach. The crew eventually learn that they're in for it anytime they hear him call across the deck, "Darling, cover your ears".
● Sometimes when he has a spare moment or late at night he sits and fashions tiny rolls of cotton kept together with twine to go in your ears. He just quietly hands them to you for planned raids or fights with other ships where there could be gunfire/cannon fire. Why would you need all five senses to be at their sharpest anyway when he's always got your back?
● Whenever there's an unexpected loud noise his first instinct is always to check you're alright. If it's an accident, one of the crew just fucking up or messing about, he comes down on them like a ton of bricks, all without ever mentioning your fear. He would never expose your weakness to anyone, always protecting you.
● If your instinct to loud noises is to hide, he always knows where to find you once the crew has been reprimanded or the outside danger has passed. He approaches slowly, careful not to startle you again, and gently coaxes you out, softly reassuring you that everything's alright now and he wouldn't make you go back out there unless he knew it was 100% safe.
● If your instinct is to freeze, he saves his yelling at the crew and tags in Jim or Ed to give orders while he gets you somewhere private to calm down. If you recover and can give a hand, great! If not, he's not angry. He makes sure you're safe and comfortable, pressed the cotton buds into your hand and a kiss to your forehead and then goes to be first mate, knowing that he has to get through it so he can get back to you.
Maybe an Izzy x reader where they just spent their first night together. And the next day all he has the reader do is sit there and look pretty for him. Despite the rest of the crews complaining. Also I love your writing! I got sucked into a rabbit hole and I read almost everything you’ve written on this account,
((Slight NSFW warning for this one?))
When you wake up the next morning, you're still glowing. Everything from the waist down feels pleasantly heavy; your head and heart feel pleasantly light. Despite all this wonder though, your bed is unforgivably cold and empty. You groan and pout as you roll yourself over, looking out across the cabin. Izzy is in the mirror fixing his hair. He's already dressed, unlike you. You smile and watch him for a moment. Soon enough he spots you and turns to look. His eyes wander up and down your naked body unapologetically, drinking it all in.
"Awake, then," he notes. His voice and expression remain neutral. To someone who didn't know him it may even come across as cold. Fortunately, you know better.
"Awake," you confirm, smile growing to a playful grin.
He slowly crosses the room, still letting himself study your face. He sits on the bed, and finally his lips curl upwards as he cups your cheek. You push yourself up on an elbow to meet his sweet morning kiss. He sighs into your mouth like he's been waiting for this since dawn. You kiss over and over, nipping his lip and accommodating his tongue. As you both pull away, his gloved hand wanders briefly to your chest, and he smirks proudly at the way you shiver when his thumb brushes over your bare nipple.
"So," you sigh, "what's on the agenda today, First Mate Hands?"
"For you?" He says, still idly playing with your chest, "fuck all."
His eyes flick up to meet yours. "I don't want to see you do anything today unless it's sitting looking pretty or sucking my cock like you did last night." His voice is low and calm but darkly demanding all the same and you feel your heart flutter.
"The crew will think you're playing favorites," you point out.
Izzy shrugs. "Let them," he says, "see if I give a fuck." He kisses you once more and adds, "you've earned it."
The rest of the day can only be described as pure fun. You swan around the deck, lounging anc joking around with your fellow crew members while they toil away at their chores. When Izzy barks orders at the group as usual you beam brightly and salute and give enthusiastic "aye ayes". You even occasionally pick up a scrub brush or a torn sail, but they're little more than props for your little game. Izzy watches you all day and the two of you exchange playful, knowing looks.
"I'm sorry," Black Pete cuts through, "what is it you're actually doing here?" He glares at you accusingly.
"Y/N has their own orders to follow," Izzy informs him sternly.
"Right.. And what orders are those, exactly?"
"Orders that you're not privy to, nor are you in any position to question," Izzy snaps back, "now fuck off and do as you're told."
Black Pete raises his eyebrows and puts his palms up in a sarcastic show of surrender, but doesn't push any further. He's not scared the same way that Izzy isn't really angry.
Black Pete returns to the crew and they continue their harmless gossip, grumbling about how you get away with murder.
You smirk and rejoin Izzy, leaning in close so you can speak softly. "There was another option I had, right? If I was bored of just sitting looking pretty?" You remind him coyly.
A light blush creeps across his cheeks. He glances at the crew and then back at you. "There was, yeah. And it just so happens I have to slip away to my quarters for.." He shakes his head, stumbling a little, "first mate business."
You giggle and nod. "Oh, of course, first mate. Lead the way."
Hi, could you write something about reader (gn) who's afraid of blood reacting to izzy being shot? Maybe they want to help him/take care of him but it makes them sick and dizzy. They want to be there with him the whole time in case he doesn't make it but at the same time they're pretty much just freaking out the whole time.
"Ow! Fuck, fucking careful you fucks!"
"Sorry, boss!"
"Can't help it, you're a wriggly little bastard!"
Izzy just growled and lamented his stupid little life. Would the indignities never cease? First his leg and now this.
He'd taken bullets before, obviously. A bullet was nothing, especially as shallow as this one fortunately was. The problem was, again, the leg. The damn thing had been swept out from under him during the fight and he'd struggled to get back up.
So now here he was, being carried to the brig by a band of fucking idiots. His idiots since Ed and Stede left to manage their inn, but idiots nonetheless. As he was lowered onto the operating/kitchen table he sucked in a breath through his teeth and looked down at the damage. There was blood trickling from a hole just above his hip, a dark strain spreading across his shirt. Probably didn't hit anything important, even if it did hurt like a bitch.
Roach ushered everyone out the room and helped Izzy remove his shirt. Just as he was preparing his instruments, a voice rang out from the hall and you came bursting through the door. Here we fucking go, thought Izzy.
"Izzy!" You exclaimed breathily, pale and shaking already. Your eyes were wide and frightened and quickly filling with tears. Roach paused, expecting Izzy to kick you out, but the order never came. .
"Love, fuck off, we don't have to do this," he says with a soft exasperation he only saves for you, "you know how you get."
You shake your head and swallow back the lump in your throat, determined. He's right, of course. The sight of the blood on deck was already enough to send nausea flooding through your body and a rush of dizziness to your head.
"I'm fine," you lie, "but you... Oh, Izzy."
Your love and worry for him pushes you forward to his side. Izzy hastily wipes his hand clean on his good side, knowing you'll want (need) to hold it.
"Does it hurt? Is it bad?" You ask, voice thick with emotion. You wouldn't know, your eyes are trained on a spot on the wall above Roach's head.
Izzy laughs at you and squeezes your trembling hand. His laugh is cut short by a cough as pain shoots through him. "Yeah, it hurts," he tells you truthfully, "but I'll be alright."
You nod, taking another shaky breath. "Right, right, yes, of course," you stammer, mind going a mile a minute. You look at Roach who's pouring a strong smelling liquid into a rag. "I want to help," you tell him.
Roach raises an eyebrow. "Can you?" He asks doubtfuly. You and Izzy answer at the same time.
"Yes, I can."
"No, they fucking can't."
Your bottom lip wobbles as you look at Izzy with watery eyes.
"You're hurt," you point out, "I want to be here. What if you..?" Your voice breaks and Izzy's heart breaks too.
"Alright, alright. Just calm down, yeah?" He hushes. He squeezes your hand again but it's weaker this time.
Roach approaches from the other side and starts to clean the wound. Izzy hisses and squeezes your hand which sends another lightning bolt of panic and worry through you.
"I want to help," you repeat, finally finding it in you to look away from the wall and at the wound. Your stomach knots upon seeing Roach's bloodied rags. You pick up a clean one and gingerly start wiping up some of the blood around the wound, mentally daring yourself to get closer.
Roach watches, bewildered. You're not really helping at all. In fact, you're mostly in the way now. He looks at Izzy for orders but only receives a glare that reads, "just let them."
Roach inspects the wound a bit closer. "I can see our little friend. Should be easy enough to remove."
Izzy just looks at you. "You alright?"
You nod, "fine. I'm fine."
You gratefully set your soiled rag aside and go back to holding Izzy's hand as Roach organises his (ahem) tools. Izzy laces his fingers with yours and runs his thumb back and forth across your skin. He even smiles at you. Despite everything, you smile too.
That is until Roach suddenly digs into Izzy's tender flesh, completely destroying the moment. "Here we are!" He exclaims cheerily. All at once, Izzy growls in agony, you look down at his hip, and Roach yanks the bullet out. Fresh blood spurts out and you violently gag.
"Oh my God, oh my God!" You cry, bringing your free hand up to clamp over your mouth. Your other hand stays loyal to Izzy's, anchoring you to him.
"Ah, it's a boy. Congratulations," Roach declares with a beaming smile on his face. Then he unceremoniously tosses the little lead lump aside and works on stemming the bleeding.
"Darling," Izzy pants, giving your arm a gentle tug, "you're okay. Breathe."
"No, I know! I'm fine! And you're going to be fine, you're going to be okay!" You insist between gags, though you can feel your knees getting weak. "You're going to be okay, Iz," you repeat like a mantra. Blood or no blood, you're here for him. Always.
Roach pulls out the needle and thread next. Izzy watches you breathe quick and shallow, still staring at the wall and still never looking like you might leave. His first instinct, as always, is irritation.. But then he softens. Despite all the inconvenience and fuss, he's touched.
"Love," he says, "talk to me, yeah? About anything. You know.. Distract me."
You're not stupid. You see right through his ruse. The talking is meant to distract you, not him. It's sweet.. And it just might work.
Still staring at the wall, you swallow thickly and think. "Wee John was letting me help with his new makeup look the other night," you say eventually.
Izzy bites his lip at Roach starts stitching. "Oh aye?" He manages, "how was that?"
You rattle on, voice and hands only trembling a little now as the story your mind wanders elsewhere. Izzy occasionally asks probing questions to keep you going, but mostly just listens. He thinks about how silly this is but really, how brave you are. How much you must love him. How much he loves you.
When he's all stitched up he sits up with a wince and presses a kiss to your shoulder. You turn around and dare to look at the wound once more.
"Just another scar," Izzy assures you, "it'll be alright."
You nod. "I know. Just don't do it again."
He laughs and rolls his eyes at you. "Yeah, alright."
Can I get an Izzy x reader? I was thinking that Ed, Izzy, and Reader grew up together? Maybe upon boarding and settling on the revenge the captains decided “co-captains? Obviously we need co-first mates!” And since Reader and Stede get along super well, Reader was chosen for that role with Izzy! Anyway, maybe they are just sparring one boring day off, maybe teaching Stede the ropes of sword fighting and all that. When Izzy takes off his top cause duh, leather and hot weather? 🤢🤢 ANYWAY…maybe Ed just teases reader who is practically drooling over seeing Izzy shirtless? LMAO I’m picturing this, and maybe Izzy realizes and just has this bold moment where he’s just like “haha. Like what you see, babe?” (Idk smth like that HAHA) and everyone including Izzy is shocked. Maybe trade is like “yes. Absolutely. Idk I just basically want Ed and maybe Stede to tease reader for their crush on Iz!
((Reader being first mate is Buttons erasure. The rest however, I can do))
Ed teasing you for your crush on Izzy
"For the last fucking time Bonnet, keep your guard up!"
"My guard is up!"
"Then why did I beat you just now?"
"I wasn't ready!"
You giggle and affectionately roll your eyes at your captain. Izzy had actually beaten him four times by your count, but you had to give it to Stede.. At least he brushed himself off and kept going every single time.
And at least Izzy hadn't actually hurt him.
"Fucking Hell, are they still at it?"
You turn your head and smile as Ed approaches, joining you to watch from the sidelines so close that your shoulders touch.
"Still at it," you confirm, "been at it for a while, actually. You suddenly realise time has run away with all of you, and you should probably remind them to eat and hydrate. Fortunately, you have some flasks of water handy already.
"Oi!" You call out to Izzy, holding the flask up, "come take a break before you pass out!"
Unsurprisingly, Izzy huffs and scowls at you. It doesn't phase you, it never has. Before he can protest though, Captain Bonnet is already at your side, gratefully accepting the water and drinking like a fish. Izzy's lost his student. You grin at him smugly.
Izzy scoffs, but he knows he's defeated. Reluctantly, he puts his swords down. He runs his hands through his hair and rolls his shoulders back. You can hear Ed and Stede chattering away in the background, but you're fully focused on Izzy now. He gazes out at the horizon, irritation given way to his usual steely concentration. From years of knowing him, you know he's itching for a cigarette. For a moment you think he's reaching for one in his pocket, but instead he reaches for the buttons on his waistcoat. He strips it off, rolling his shoulders again. When he doesn't stop there, your smug grin morphs to a wide eyed look of awe as Izzy stands in the sun shirtless.
You've seen it all before. Of course you have. A hundred times. But there's something about the way the sweat from training is making him glisten in the sunlight, and his chest heaves as he catches his breath. Your eyes widen just slightly as he tilts his head to stretch his neck and flexes his arms, showing off a myriad of scars and muscles as he works out the tension.
Ed looks from you to Izzy and back again. "Oh my God," he laughs, bursting your little bubble.
You immediately snap your mouth back shut and get defensive. "What?" You ask briskly. You look around. Stede must have wandered off.
"Nothing," Ed replies, smiling much like the cat that caught the canary, "just.. enjoying the view, are you?"
"Shut up!" You snap, feeling your face flush from much more than just the heat. But it's too late, Izzy has heard you. It's his turn to be smug now.
He bares all his teeth as he turns to face you, eyes twinkling as he subtly licks his bottom lip.
"Looking, are ya? Like what you see, darling?" He calls across the deck. He says it confidently, but he doesn't fully commit to the next flex of his arm, making the whole thing awkwardly fall flat. You have to bite your cheek to stop yourself laughing. Ed bows his head and his shoulders shake.
"Oh, absolutely I do," you coo back, letting your eyes roam where they may.
A different shade of red coats Izzy now, from his chest all the way to his face.
"Oh, I think you've got him there," Stede chimes in, stepping in once more. The whole spectacle has gathered attention from the crew now who wolf whistle and jeer.
"As if that hasn't been obvious," Lucius snickers.
"Actually, I don't mind it either. Is that weird? He looks better with his clothes off," Wee John says.
"Taller," Frenchie concurs.
Izzy goes so red you worry he might turn purple.
You lock eyes. You're still trying not to laugh, but it's not unkind. You silently promise to nurse his ego later.
"Fuck off," Izzy spits, stalking off. You and Ed share a knowing look.
"I think he liked you looking really," Ed says quiet enough so only you can hear.
How do you think Izzy would react if his s/o was injured? Especially if it was something bad
Izzy with an injured s/o
We’re gonna say you got injured during a raid in this instance.
• Izzy’s at your side the second you hit the deck. His first response is complete rage. Whoever hurt you gets swiftly brutalised on the spot before they even realise what’s happening and their death is swift but certainly not painless. There’s no witty one-liner, no grand declaration of vengeance, just a scream of pain and a wet thud as they hit the floor.
• You’re vaguely aware of Izzy barking orders to the crew as he drags your bleeding body away. You don’t see the pure worry in his eyes every time he glances down to make sure he’s not dragging a corpse. When he finally gets you somewhere safe that worry turns to anger again.
• “You stupid prick! How the fuck have you managed that?!” He’s growling at you, but he’s also taking off his waistcoat to pillow your head and being as gentle as he can as he identifies and assesses your injuries. Once the initial adrenaline dies down, he softens just a bit and starts to reassure you that you’re going to be alright. He’s not sure if you are, the damage seems pretty bad, but he insists anyway. You have to be alright. You have to.
• “Alright, sweetheart, okay.. Sh- Just calm down and let me see. Just let me look, you’re gonna be fine. Stop whinging.”
• You can see the panic start to come over him when he realises just how bad it is. He turns and starts screaming for Ed and Roach and just about anyone else that he trusts to help you. Between each increasingly desperate cry he still hushes you and strokes back your blood-slicked hair and keeps pressure anywhere that’s bleeding. He also keeps telling you off occasionally. He can’t help it.
• The next bit’s a bit of a blur (you mostly remember pain as your body’s carried somewhere again and Izzy threatening to kill you if you dared fall asleep) but the next thing you know you’re on Roach’s table. He’s explaining to Izzy that you’ll need stitches and such but he’s not listening. “I don’t give a fuck what you need to do, just do it!” He growls, turning his attention back to you.
• Obviously things have to get much more painful before they can start to get better. Izzy gives you something to bite down on and tries his best to soothe you.. But of course that’s not his fortè. He gets Ed to help him hold you still and tells you over and over again that he knows it hurts and he’s sorry. He’s so fucking sorry. Eventually his voice cracks and tears spring to his eyes before he can stop it. Even through tears though, he dutifully holds your hand and keeps up his reassurances.
• Clichè, obviously, but of course he’s right there at your bedside when you wake up the next day. He’s got a very stern look on his face and grunts something like, “finally decided to join us, have you? Made a right mess of yourself..”
• He’s not fooling anyone. You remember him crying and Ed and Roach certainly won’t let him live down just how panicked he was over you. He’ll tell you to fuck off at every given opportunity but of course he nurses you back to health, even when you gently point out that that’s not his job and doesn’t have to.
• When you’re well enough to have him back in your bed he holds you like he’s scared you’ll break. He pets your hair so, so gently, kisses your forehead and finally admits how scared he was.
• “Don’t you ever fucking do that to me again, d’you hear me? You don’t die ‘til I say so.”
I'm sorry but his death didn't make sense and it felt really cruel. Like??? Idk man it feels pretty gross to have such a tortured character that starts to become his own person, accepts his queerness etc die. And I genuinely dont care about the argument of "oh but none of this went to waste".......sorry but. If you wanna kill off a tortured character at least don't fill him with so much hope before you do. It's kinda disgusting
There could be other ways to express how that last part of blackbeard "died" you know if the season wasn't rushed to hell. Yikes.
It would have made more sense if whenever Stede and Ed stayed on land, Izzy became the new captain of the Revenge. As a parallel to season 1, except this time he has the crew's trust and is ready to take on the position without Blackbeard. THAT is what they could have done with his character development instead of throwing it away for a cheap emotional scene. Like he could have still been gravely injured so he and Ed could have that heart to heart but actually killing him was just unnecessary
Anyone saying that Izzy’s death makes sense narratively is valid. From a writing standpoint I get it
Anyone saying that him being okay with dying or somehow suggesting that he ended his journey and that that’s okay needs to stop. Do you know how incredibly damaging it is to people’s mental health to hear that you think a queer, disabled man who went through so much growth and found happiness and friends “should” have wanted to die? Like holy fuck
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