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i freaking love your fics sm they are like cup noodles for serotonin i just open tumblr and i am happy

i was wondering if we could have a fic with izzy where the reader's love language is giving a lot of homemade food? idk i just really like making food for people when i love them and i think izzy needs to calm down and have some fresh pastries <33

anyway your blog is everything i check in every day for more fics,, take caree :]]

Making Izzy Hands Homemade Treats:

Roach hated people being in his kitchen, everyone on the Revenge knew that and knew it was best to stay out as much as they could. However, you were the exception.

You have a passion for food and cooking that Roach resected, plus the two of you would share recipes with each other. He even let you have control of the kitchen when he wasn't around, and he never let anyone touch anything in his kitchen.

You grinned as you plated the second batch of pastries, somebody walking into the galley just in time. Your head perked up, smiling growing when you saw the grumpy first mate approaching you.

"Izzy! Just the man I wanted to see," you beamed, waving him over.

Your excitement to see him must have threw him off because his steps faltered and all he asked was, "really?"

"Yes! Come here, please," you eagerly grabbed your two plates of treats and placed them in front of you.

"What the fuck is this about?" Izzy asked, glaring at the confectionaries. Apparently, he had found his footing again.

"Okay, so, I'm been working on these pastries and I want to know which batch is better," you explained, gesturing too the fresh pastries in front of you, hoping to tempt him at least a little bit.

"This is a waste of rations," Izzy complained, but still approached the table.

"Captain Bonnet allowed it," you assured him, even if you knew it would only piss him off more, realistically.

"Can't somebody else do this?" he asked.

"Nope. I need an unbiased opinion. If they're awful, you'll tell me and be an asshole about it. Perfect," you told him, hoping he picked up on your slightly playful tone as you called him an asshole. "Normally Roach gives me proper opinions and advice, I do the same for him, but I'm trying to master the recipe before he does," you conspired.

"Fine, whatever. Get it over with," Izzy huffed, raising an eyebrow at you expectantly.

With a smile, you handed him a pastry from the first batch. He made sure to shoot you a glare before taking a conservative bite. Still, you saw the slight quirk of his lips and fluttering of the eyelids. He liked it.

He nodded some sort of approval before placing the rest of the pastry down, letting you hand him one from the second batch.

Izzy repeated the process, his glare lacking this time before he took a bite, a little bigger than the last. You watched his jaw work as he chewed, too excited to hear some feedback.

"So...which is better?" you asked, rocking back and forth on your heels, as Izzy placed the remainder of his pastry down.

Izzy glanced at you before looking between the two plates, absentmindedly licking the icing off of his lips. "The second batch," he nodded.

"I knew it!" you grinned, throwing your arms up in victory. "I added cinnamon to those, good right?" you told him.

"Now get back to doing something fucking useful," Izzy snapped before leaving the kitchen. Whatever he had originally come in here for, it apparently didn't matter much.

Izzy pushed the whole stupid thing out of his mind but when he returned to his cabin that night, he found a basket of cinnamon pastries sat on his desk.

A part of him wanted to march into the galley and throw the pastries in your face, but another part of him thought better of it. They were delicious and nobody else had to know, he just wouldn't mention it.

Izzy didn't mind night shift so much, enjoyed it more than he once did anyway. Back then it was a long night followed by a day of back breaking work. Now, it was a break from Bonnet's insufferable crew.

Well, mostly.

Since you couldn't seem to leave things be, he turned at the sound of creaking steps to see you joining him on the quarterdeck. In your hands were two cloth wrapped items.

"What's this for?" Izzy questioned as you held one of the items out to him.

"You didn't have dinner, you should eat something," you were telling him, not asking him. "Just some chicken pie and some sugar biscuits for sweetness," you told him, waving your other cloth wrapped item around. Likely the biscuits.

Izzy was too hung up on the first thing you said, though. You noticed he didn't eat? For a moment he felt warm, before figuring that you just saw that his rations were left behind when you and Roach went to clean up.

"Just take it, you don't even need to say thank you," you rolled your eyes, pushing the wrapped pie into his hand.

"Whatever," he huffed, accepting it.

"I noticed that whenever we use a fatty meat, you don't eat it. If there's a problem, I could prepare something different for you," you offered as he unwrapped the pie.

"It'd be a waste of rations," Izzy protested.

"Not if you're eating. Next time we have to work with fatty meats, I'll make you something leaner, okay?" you assured him. Once again, you weren't asking.

Izzy frowned down at the pie before turning to you properly. "Why?"

"Because you have to eat, Izzy. You'll make yourself sick," you shrugged, like it was nothing.

"Why do you care?" he asked, squinting at you. Suspicious.

"Because I do. Now, eat up. I can get you a coffee if you want, help you make it through the shift?" you placed a hand under his, lifting the pie up to his face.

Izzy sighed, the pie did smell good. "Yeah...yeah, alright, I guess," he agreed, letting you hand him the wrapped up biscuits as well.

"Give me a few minutes," you winked and danced off to fetch him that coffee.

Izzy had no idea what was going on in your head but it seemed innocent enough. There was no denying he was beyond confused by you but the pros seemed to be outweighing the cons. Your cooking was good, better than Roach's (even he wouldn't say that to Roach's face though).

Either way, Izzy finished the food you brought him, and he enjoyed every bite.

It was only a couple of weeks later that the crew were eating a stew that Izzy already knew he shouldn't eat, knew that it wouldn't sit right in his stomach. Normally he would just grab a bread roll on days like these, grab some hardtack later on if he got hungry. Before he could do that, though, you were pushing a bowl into his hands with a wink.

Whatever it was, however it was different to what the rest of the crew were eating, it was delicious and didn't upset his stomach in the slightest.

Over the following months you made a mental list of all of Izzy's preferences. More than anything, you had learnt that Izzy certainly had a sweet tooth. While he wasn't a huge fan of spice, it not being great on his stomach, but he did light up when that spice was undercut with some sweetness. Still, he shouldn't eat too much of it.

And over those months, Izzy began only taking his meals from you. Roach was a fine cook but he knew that what you were giving him would be adapted to his tastes, that you would have made sure it was just the way he liked it. He didn't even realise it was happening at first but he definitely didn't stop once he did. It was the best food he had ever eaten while on a ship.

You managed to intercept Izzy in the passageways of the ship. "Hey, Iz. Stede asked for some cakes for this evening, I made a few too many. Interested?" you asked, holding a tin (assumingly filled with little cakes) in your hands.

"What the fuck did he want cakes for?" Izzy scowled.

"We just got a restock on oranges so he wanted little citrusy cakes for him and Edward," you shrugged. "Anyway, Roach already took them down. They're really good. Thought our First Mate should get the extras," you handed him the tin of little cakes and he instinctively took them.

"Thank you for the captain's leftovers," he said sarcastically.

"Oh, come on. You know I made extra just for you, don't be so difficult. Take the damn cakes and enjoy them," you rolled your eyes.

"Right...right, yeah, okay," Izzy nodded.

That was the thing wasn't it, he did know that you made them just for him. He just never expected you to actually say it, it was just something the two of you didn't acknowledge. Until know, apparently.

"Okay...how about this one?" you asked, holding the spoon out in front of you, your other hand under it in case you spilled any of its contents. Izzy lent forward from the other side of the table, taking the spoon in his mouth.

You had talked Izzy into tasting a bunch of new jams, spreads, and conserves that you had been working on. It wasn't your speciality but the captains loved them, so you figured you better learn. And who better to assist you than your favourite taste-tester.

"That one's more bitter," Izzy told you, not completely helpful information. You already knew that.

"Good bitter, like complimentary bitter, or just bad bitter?" you probed, pulling the spoon back and wiping it off.

"I don't know," Izzy shrugged, huffing slightly. He could tell you when he liked things or disliked things, he didn't know how else to help other than that.

"Oh, okay!" you perked up, idea coming to mind. You slathered the conserve onto one of Roach's new biscuit recipes and held it out to him, "try this."

Izzy took the biscuit from you and popped it into his mouth. "Okay, yeah, good bitter. Very complimentary," he nodded, swallowing the last bite.

"Yes!" you grinned. Izzy couldn't help but smile a little bit as well, seeing how your face lit up at your success.

"Okay, great. How about this one?" you held out another spoon full.

Izzy tasted it without argument. You still couldn't believe you had managed to pull him away from his duties to sit here with you for this.

"...put it in a cake," he suggested, already picturing how well it would pair with your cream cakes.

"That's exactly what I thought!" you agreed excited, "see, I can always rely on you."

"Okay, this is a subtle one. Roach came back with a bunch of these fruits I've never even seen before. They're nice, refreshing, a little hard to work with but I figured it out. So, close your eyes," you ordered, preparing another spoon full.

"Close my eyes?" Izzy questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. So you can really focus on the the flavour," you explained, waving the spoon about.

"Fine," he sighed and closed his eyes, putting trust into you.

With your free hand, you gently held his chin, just so he would know when it was coming. He took the spoon into his mouth.

"Thoughts?" you asked expectantly.

"I like that one. Not too much, y'know?" Izzy told you, opening his eyes again.

"Should have figured you'd like a subtle flavour from time to time," you chuckled fondly, "okay, last one, but you're going to need to close your eyes again."

Izzy sighed but closed his eyes again, even though you hadn't even prepared the spoon yet.

You shifted back and forth nervously as you eyed him, trying to both talk yourself out of it and into it.

Bracing one hand against the table and holding Izzy's chin with your other, just like you did before, you lent towards him. With only a little more hesitation, you inched forward and lightly pressed your lips to his.

Izzy tensed but just as you were about to pull away and apologise profusely, he began to kiss you back. You lingered, smiling into his mouth. You could still taste the jam on his tongue.

"So, uh...how was that one?" you asked quietly as you pulled away, back to your side of the table.

"...sweet," he answered, making you smile as his eyes fluttered open.

"Okay, pick your favourite," you lined up the jars, hands hovering over them.

"Including that last one?" Izzy asked, a flush crawling up his neck. You couldn't help but smile even more, now he was flirting.

"Other than the last one," you rolled your eyes fondly.

Izzy looked over the jars a few times before stopping on one. "...that one," he pointed to a jar with a pale pink conserve in.

"Then it's all yours," you handed it to him without hesitation.

"...seriously?" Izzy frowned a little, taking the jar from you.

"Of course. This is your favourite, you can have it. I want you to have it. I'll make you some of those cookies you like to put it on," you assured him.

"Thanks..." Izzy accepted the gift with a small smile.

"Anytime," you promised, beginning to tidy up the kitchen. Izzy decided that he would stay and help you.

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