Frenchie x Izzy, Frenchie taking care of Izzy after the storm in 2x02 while Izzy doesn't feel like doing anything because now that he protected his crew (which is too little too late in his mind but at least Fang, Jim, Archie and Frenchie survived) and that Edward is dead, he's got no purpose and thinks of himself as already gone... needless to say, Frenchie has other ideas?
Summary: After the crew kill Ed during the storm, Izzy has a hard time coming to terms with everything that’s happened. Frenchie helps him see that moving on is an option
Relationships: Pre-ouizzy
Word count: 1.1k+
Warnings: Brief mentions of attempted suicide, excessive alcohol consumption, mentions of death
A/N: apologies for how long this took to write and post, these past few months have been a lot, I hope y’all enjoy
Izzy sits on his bed, staring at the space where his leg should be, taking another swig from the bottle of rum that’s been permanently stuck to his hand. He never thought it would end like this, never thought he would help kill Blackbeard. As first mate, his loyalty had always been with his captain, he would’ve done anything for him, but it was also with the crew. If it had been just him and Edward, he would’ve been honoured to go down with the ship, but the crew didn’t deserve that.
So he had done what he had to do to protect the crew, even though a part of him had died that night alongside his captain. What was he now? First Mate to a ghost? There had even been suggestions of ‘Captain Hands’ from the crew, did he even deserve that title? He’s been horrible to them since joining The Revenge, almost getting thrown overboard at his previous attempt as captain. He’s the one that awoke The Kraken, a chain of events that have led him right here.
He didn’t deserve to be captain, didn’t deserve the loyalty of a crew he’s let down several times over. He’s tired and his head is pounding, how is he meant to think of a plan in this state, he’ll only let everyone down again.
He continues to wallow in self pity and booze until there’s a knock on his door. “Fuck off” he growls, scared for anyone to see him in such a state. The door opens anyway, Frenchie’s head poking through the gap, he doesn’t speak, probably waiting for Izzy to shout at him to get out. But he doesn’t, something about seeing Frenchie’s face makes him soften just a tiny bit. He watches as Frenchie tentatively enters the room, closing the door behind him. At first, the man doesn’t say anything, just looks at him, studies him, as if he’s working out whether Izzy’s more likely to fight him or burst into tears. Right now in this state, it’s more likely the latter.
Izzy can’t stand the silence anymore, the uneasy feeling that he’s being judged. “What d’you want?” he growls.
“I- I just wanted to check up on you, you’ve been through a lot” Izzy scoffs at that, what an understatement. In the past few weeks he’s had his toes fed to him, confessed his love, lost his leg, tried to kill himself, and killed the man that he loves. He may be a pirate, but even all that is a bit much for the famed Izzy Hands to deal with.
He takes a swig of rum, ready to go off on Frenchie, but he looks at the man again, really looks at him, the sadness that resides in his eyes. None of this is Frenchie’s fault, he doesn’t need Izzy shouting at him, no, if this is anyone’s fault it’s his. “I’m sorry” Passes his lips instead, taking both him and the other man by surprise.
“Sorry? For what?”
“I let you and the rest of the crew down, if anyone should be the new captain it’s you, no one wants this as their captain'' gesturing to his current dishevelled state.
He expects Frenchie to agree, to tell him all the ways he has hated him ever since they joined The Revenge. He definitely doesn’t expect a hug. He wants to push him away, to deny himself of the comfort that he doesn’t deserve, but he’s weak, emotionally and physically. So instead he allows himself to sink into the man’s embrace, and if a few tears fall, Frenchie was good enough not to mention it. He can’t recall the last time he felt so warm, safe, it’s so different to anything he’s used to, for the first time since the incident he feels a tiny glimmer of hope.
Frenchie doesn’t let go, letting Izzy choose when he wants to stop, when Izzy does finally let go it was more to relieve the other man than because he wanted it to end. “Thank you” He whispers, staring into his lap.
“How about I make you a bath?” Frenchie offers.
Izzy shakes his head, not wanting to be a bother. “I’m fine”
“It might help” Izzy knows he’s right and relents easily, the thought of the warm water soothing his aches and pains, it was too enticing, even if he didn’t feel worthy.
Frenchie helps him to the tub, he should be embarrassed to need assistance but he finds he doesn’t really care. He allows the man to help him into the tub, sighing with relief when the warm water caresses his weary body. “Should I wait outside or?” Frenchie asks.
“Stay. Please” Izzy has spent enough time alone recently, well for most of his life if he’s being honest with himself.
He allows Frenchie to talk whilst he relaxes in the warm water, even allowing the man to wash his hair. It’s a comfort he didn’t even know he needed until it actually happened, the feeling of Frenchie’s long fingers carding through his hair.
“Why are you doing this?” his voice a lot smaller than he’d intended.
“What?”
“This” He gestures to the bath “Taking care of me, it’s not like I’ve ever done anything to deserve it. You and the others could easily chuck me off the ship, I’m too weak to fight back”
“Why would we do that? We all care about you, in fact we’ve all agreed that you should be captain” Frenchie says as he rinses Izzy’s hair. He doesn’t know how to react to that, these were people that hated him, crew members that he’d let down time and time again, and yet they cared about him.
“Why? Why do you all care about me?”
Frenchie seems shocked that he’s even asking. “Izzy, you saved us, yeah you’ve been a dick in the past, but you’re our dick, we love you” Izzy laughs, a genuine laugh, something he thought he’d never do again, it felt nice. Maybe it would all be okay.
“You really care about me, all of you?”
“Mhm, so what do you say, Captain Hands?”
He has to admit that it does have a nice ring to it “Captain Hands” he thinks back to the few minutes he tried to be captain before, but things were different then. He has something he didn’t have the last time, genuine respect, maybe even some sort of dysfunctional family. “I’ll think about it” he couldn’t rush into this, although there were a lot of positives about this new Izzy, there were some negatives too.
“If you’re worried about your leg” ahh was he really that easy to read “we’ll help you, you’re too stubborn to let it stop you anyway”
Izzy laughs again, he’s laughed more in the past ten minutes then he has in years, he tries not to dwell on that too much. “Fine, but on one condition”
“What is it?”
“You’ll be my first mate”
“Me?”
“Yes you, you twat” but it doesn’t have any bite to it “So?”
“Um ok then, yes, Captain Hands”
Frenchie helps him out of the bath, passing him a towel. He sits on the stool smiling to himself as drying himself off.
“Thank you Frenchie”
Frenchie offers him a warm smile in return “So Captain, what’s the plan?”
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Can I request a fic about ouizzy, post-S2, with the plot being the crew trying to keep Izzy alive and him nearly dying (like, TCD, maybe) but eventually pulling through and focusing on Frenchie's feelings and actions throuhout?
Summary: After Izzy gets shot and is close to death, Frenchie has to deal with his emotions for the man he has yet to confess his feelings to
Relationships: Ouizzy
Word count: 800+
Warnings: inaccurate pirate medical care
A/N: Sorry it’s been so long since you’re request, I hope this is what you were wanting
Frenchie doesn’t leave Izzy’s side as Fang carries him to the bed, the same bed where his leg had been amputated only days ago, how cruel could life be, Frenchie wondered. He’d kept Izzy safe that time and he could do it again, he had to do it again, not just for Izzy but for himself too.
Roach quickly gets to work, stripping Izzy of his shirt so he could get a better look at the wound, there’s blood, so much blood. He feels like all he sees these days is blood as if it’s permanently etched into his vision. He takes Izzy’s hand, instantly taken back to the last time he’d held Izzy’s hand a few days ago. How warm it had felt compared to the coldness that surrounded him now. He hadn’t even thought when he did it, he’d never seen Izzy so sad, so dejected, and by instinct he had grabbed the man’s hand to comfort him. He hadn’t expected it to feel so nice, so right.
Now, the instinct was just as strong, he wanted to protect Izzy, to comfort him even in this unconscious state. He watches on, feeling hopeless as he watches Roach try to stop the bleeding. This is definitely one for the box, he thinks, he’s never gonna want to revisit this memory. Soon it won’t even matter, because Izzy is going to survive this, right?
It takes a while but eventually the wound is dressed and all there is to do now is wait, to hope. He leaves Roach and Izzy, needing some fresh air on deck, finding this is where everyone else has congregated to comfort one another. He glances around, eyes first falling on Jim, gripping Olu’s hand like a lifeline, tears pooling in their eyes. Ed and Stede with their arms wrapped around each other, Fang sobbing into Lucius’ shoulder.
He finds strong arms wrapped around him, knowing immediately they belong to his best friend. He allows himself to sink into Wee John’s body, allowing a few sobs to leave him. “He can’t die, I never told him” Wee John is the only one who knows of Frenchie’s feelings for Izzy, how they had developed during the reign of the kraken.
“He’s a stubborn fucker, I’m not even sure he can die”
That got a small chuckle from him, Izzy definitely was a stubborn man, that’s part of what he liked about him. As well as other things like his secret caring nature and that beautiful singing voice that had drawn Frenchie to him like a siren. “Thank you” giving his friend a squeeze.
Everyone takes a turn in visiting Izzy, just in case. Frenchie is one of the only ones to not take a turn yet, he doesn’t know how. Instead he sits with Jim and Archie, taking turns in swapping stories about the man. The things he’s done for them over the past few months, their beautiful twat of a unicorn.
“Do you think he’s gone to that place that Blackbeard went to? The gravy basket” Archie asks. Ed had recounted the whole story one night, until he’d started describing merstede in great detail and Stede had decided to take him back to the cabin.
Jim seems to consider it for a second, twirling their knife with their fingers “maybe he’s seeing that bastard Hornigold too”
“Maybe he’s getting his own mermaid” Archie counters. Frenchie considers this, wondering if it would still be Ed after everything that’s happened, he knows who he wishes Izzy most wanted to see. He wishes he could provide that comfort to the man that has come to mean so much to him.
“I’m gonna go sit with Izzy” Frenchie tells them, they both give him a sympathetic nod. Maybe his adoration for Izzy was more noticeable than he thought.
He takes a seat by Izzy’s bedside, taking the man’s hand in his own, it’s still cold. He doesn’t speak for quite a while, simply taking in Izzy’s features, the scar on his forehead, the tattoo, his well groomed goatee.
“I didn’t like you at first, we all thought you were a dick. I just thought you were some sort of witch sent to torment us. But then when we met the kraken, I realised you weren’t as much of a dick as we thought you were. You saved me and my friends, and saving you in return was less returning a debt and more of an instinct. I guess the same instinct that led to me holding your hand that day”
Frenchie continues to ramble on “if you were awake, you’d probably call me a twat and tell me to shut up” he would do anything for that to be a reality, to have the first mate tell him to stop being such a mopey twat.
His eyes trace the features of the silver haired man, looking for any sign of life but his features stay still. “If you can hear me, wake up now yeah? You can call me a twat, tell me to fuck off, but just wake up, cause um, I love you”
Frenchie nearly jumps out of his chair when Izzy’s fingers twitch in his own, his eyes immediately drawn back to the pirate’s face. “Izzy?”
Izzy’s eyes slowly blink open “I love you too, you twat”
