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could i request an izzy x reader where they’re cleaning each other up after a raid? all fluff and falling asleep together
Summary: Izzy and reader clean up after a raid
Relationships: Izzy x reader
Word count: 800+
Warnings: Mentions of injury and pirate medical care
“Hold still you twat,” Izzy chastices as you squirm away from his attempt to clean up the cut on your forehead.
“Can’t help it, stings.” You pout.
Izzy rolls his eyes with a small smile on his face, “it’s gonna sting love it’s pure alcohol, just hold still.”
You manage to stay still just long enough for Izzy to clean your cut, you’ll never get used to that deep sting that sets your teeth on edge.
Izzy moves away slightly to inspect the wound, “shouldn’t need stitches luckily but it might scar m’afraid.”
“Will I still look hot?” you tease, batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend.
“Shut up,” he grumbles as he swats at you playfully. “How did you even get that cut anyway?”
You shrug, “just some idiot, he got a bit overexcited with his knife, waving it around like a fucking magic wand.”
You notice his frown, touched by how protective he is of you, as you are of him. But you both know that you can more than handle yourself. Still it’s nice to have someone care about you so much, a familiar feeling since you joined The Revenge.
“Don’t worry babe, I stabbed him straight in the chest.”
“That’s my y/n.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head. “Just be careful though okay, I can’t-“ He doesn’t finish that sentence, he doesn’t need to, I cant lose you. He turns around before you can see the glassiness in his eyes.
Although you’re both more than aware of the dangerous lifestyle you’ve both found yourself in, it can be hard to watch your loved one be put in danger so often, and it definitely never gets any easier.
It’s only now when his back is to you that you see the blood soaking into his shirt. You move to lift the shirt up before he can stop you, revealing a large gash on his right side.
“You idiot, you were worrying about a teeny little cut on my forehead when you’re walking around with this.”
Izzy looks down at the cut as if he’d forgotten it was even there, “It’s fine.”
“No it’s not fine, come sit down.” You usher him back to the bed you were both previously sitting on so you can have a better look at the injury.
“You really don’t need to make a fuss.” Izzy grumbles.
“Like how you didn’t make a fuss about my head?”
Izzy doesn’t answer that, you take it as a go ahead to have a closer look at the wound. It’s quite a deep cut, looks like it’ll definitely need stitches.
“Were you just gonna wait until you bled out?” You ask him.
“Stop being so dramatic, I wasn’t gonna bleed out. I would’ve had Roach look at it later.” When he’d made sure you were okay he didn’t add.
You would chastise him for putting everyone else first but you know he takes his role as First Mate incredibly seriously, something you’ve always admired about him. Instead you just bite your tongue and go get Roach to help fix him up.
You watch as Roach tends to Izzy, the latter keeping a stoic expression as he’s stitched up. You know it’s for your benefit, he doesn’t want to worry you.
“All done, light duties only for the next few days, don’t want you to pop those stitches.” Roach says.
You thank Roach, he gives you a quick nod in return before leaving you and Izzy to it.
“I’m just gonna go check on the crew.” Izzy announces as he stands from his chair.
“Uh uh no you don’t,” you reply, guiding him to the bed instead.
“Roach said I could still do light duties.” Izzy argues.
“The crew will be fine for one evening, just lie down and relax with me.”
Izzy knew there was no point arguing with you, and truthfully he didn’t really want to, he was feeling kinda sore and always enjoys relaxing with you. He lays on his uninjured side, leaving room for you to snuggle in beside him.
You lay down beside him, allowing him to pull you closer until you’re nestled against his chest, one of your favourite places to be. You take in his scent as you lay there, your eyes fluttering closed as you let the day melt away.
Tomorrow’s another day, but tonight you’ll enjoy laying next to the man you love knowing that you’ve both survived another day.
“Goodnight, Israel.” You whisper, but you’re only met with a soft snore.
You smile to yourself, delighted that he feels so safe in your presence, just as you feel safe in his. You fall asleep that night knowing that you would do anything for this man, and no doubt in your mind that he would do the same.