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mysteriouslybluepirate · 3 months

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IZZY HANDS FIC RECS! (I want em', I've got em')

What is everyone reading in OFMD fandom right now?

I am currently mostly caught up on my 'to read list' and YALL. I'd love more recomendations!! I will take ANYTHING! I will read ANYTHING!

I'd love to start a chat, so I'd love y'all to leave something you've read recently down below!

I've also added some tasty ones I've read recently down below separated by ship! THEY ARE AMAZING!

Frenchie/Izzy:

The Poetry of Flowers: By Aletea [Rated:Teen. Complete]

Frenchie falls hard and fast. It takes Izzy a little while longer to catch up. This is the slow courtship of Izzy Hands, using flowers.

This fic was written for OFMD Aro/Ace Week 2024.

[Personal notes: OMG-It's so *GOOD*. This has a bit of S2, but mostly takes place post S2, if that tempts you, READ IT. This got me back into the hobby Frenchie does in the fic and AHHH]

you steal my breath away: By ChangeTheCircumstances [Rated: Mature. Complete]

Something is clearly off about Izzy, but when Frenchie sees him petting a cat, it finally clicks. Izzy is a fucking witch! In order to protect the crew, Frenchie makes the next obvious step in logic: he has to kill him.

[Personal notes: I feel this one is just 'if you like Frenchie/Izzy, you've READ THIS- but it's so earnest! SOLID fic the 'realizations' on both ends are really amazing and well written, reread it if you have]

Warnings from the Bottom of My Heart: By scrunglebungus [Rated: Teen. Complete]

Izzy likes Frenchie's voice. He appreciates his music and his long pretty fingers as they move across his Lute. He doesn't have a crush. He DOESN'T.

...and if he did, it's not like he's obvious about it.

(Spoiler: He is) AKA: 5 times Izzy is given the shovel talk + 1 time it's given on his behalf

[An alternate S2 fic written before S2! It leans a bit more 'Izzy needs to redeem himself' than I usually read, but all the Izzy & Crew interactions are SO in character it's scary. That and the Captains are so well realized on top of Izzy and Frenchie being great. LOVE IT]

Roach/Izzy:

Take Up Thy Stethoscope And Walk: bongbingbong [Rated:Mature. Complete]

Of Roach, the scientist - although, that those ghoulish practices he carries out should be called science is a subject on which some might disagree - I feel like I should speak with extreme terror. In laying down those events which transpired during that winter in the turning over of our century, it seems as though on paper they create an impression of little more than a tawdry tale, a freak show in writing for the morbidly curious. It’s no question that I spent a great deal of that time afraid for my life, and for my soul. And yet, I tell you - I have never felt quite so alive as I did during the days I have spent living in the graveyard.

I wonder what this might say about me. What a pair we make.

Izzy Hands dies. Roach brings him back to life. This is the easiest part of the process.

Written for the OFMD Reverse Big Bang 2023, with art from Tarouofthesea!

[Omg. OMFG. I love this fic. I love this Frankenstein'ian/Reanimator fic SO MUCH. It is just SOOOOOOO-! AMAZING characterization, stunning art, the way everything pays off plot/reference-wise! LOVE IT!]

Blackbeard's Roach: bongbingbong [Rated: Teen. Unfinished. 4/6]

What if Roach had ended up on the Queen Anne's Revenge before the events of the show?

(A alternative universe Roach who wears leather and cooks for Blackbeard's crew, and flirts outrageously with their first mate)

[ANOTHER bongbingbong Roach/Izzy fic!!! I love the way bongbingbong writes Roach/Izzy. It's not finished, but I am SO excited to see how it goes! In this one, even though it's unfinished, I feel it GETS the pre-Bonnet life Izzy lived on the Queen Anne. If you like probably autistic Izzy, READ THIS! That, and Roach and Izzy's relationship is SO GOOD. I won't spoil it, but the mutual trust is really strong!]

Stede/Izzy:

The Mount: rainingrenee [Explicit. Complete (WLW smut<3)]

Stede Bonnet enters the Revenge self defence class expecting to learn something.

She meets instructor Butch Dyke Supreme Izzy Hands and gets more than she bargained for.

[God. I love women. This smutty 8k fic is AMAZING and honestly any WLW in this fandom needs some love!]

When It Takes Hold: krill collins (krillcollins)[Explicit: 5/12]

Izzy Hands, a 90s heartthrob turned casting director with an impressively average back catalogue, never foresaw his career trajectory bringing him back to television. He certainly never would've guessed that his big return would be on Strictly Come Dancing. At least it breaks the monotony, even if he's paired with the insufferable twat, the Gentleman of the Ballroom.

It's the kind of fast-paced environment that Izzy was sure he'd long-since grown out of, and he's sure he's not going to make it past the first few weeks. Still, the more he finds himself enjoying it, the more he hopes he'll stay, and he finds himself more in love with life than he's been in years.

Still, the talk of the curse puts Izzy on edge. Bonnet is strangely captivating and seems more interested in Izzy than Edward has in years. Izzy may not believe in them, but that's the thing about curses: once they take hold...

[OMG. OMFG?!?!? Do you know how much I love 'Dancing with the Stars' AU? NO? Well. For every fandom I enter, my first tags I search are 'time loop' 'time travel' and 'dancing'. This fic is EVERYTHING I love about the trope. I have been following this fic from Day 1 and OMG. I love it. Can't recommend it enough]

The Island: triedunture [Explicit: 10/? Updates every Friday-SteddyHands but Izzy/Stede focused]

Stede Bonnet wakes up in the little cottage he and Ed share—except Ed's not there. Izzy is. Stede is somehow stuck in a world where Ed died and Izzy lived. As he struggles to get back to his real life, it becomes clear that things on the island are very different from what he first assumed....

Updates every Friday.

[A fic that, if the premise sounds cool-READ IT! It's a bit out there concept wise, but SO fun, and a great look at how Stede and Izzy interact in a 'do I want him' type of relationship. This fic has been my weekly bed time story, and I can't wait to see how the drama UNFOLDS!]

#izzy hands #ofmd #our flag means death #fic rec #fic rec ofmd #steddyhands #stizzy #rizzy #ouizzy

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sarahmadisonxoxo · 1 year

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I’ve had a lot of extra free time since the beginning of my vacation. The break is lovely, but it’s incredibly dull being trapped at home with no money. Anyway the extra time has given me the opportunity to read some of the fanfictions I’d had bookmarked as well as finding new ones. I just wanted to share some of those that I particularly enjoyed. I am always looking for recommendations so if anyone feels willing to share their favorites I’d love to see them. Steve and Eddie’s relationship gives me life so. Yeah... **palm split with a flower with a flame - laundrybiscuits Rated:Teen and Up Audiences https://archiveofourown.org/works/43004214/chapters/108052593 Eddie has Hanahaki Disease and has accepted his fate of death. In what he assumes are his last months he plans to take a roadtrip to see the the world. Steve tags along uninvited. I’ve been extremely interested in Hanahaki Disease used in fics. As a lover of angst and feelings of unrequited love, the addition of that feeling being deadly just adds so much. I’ve seen several different ways in which this was done and I hope it’s something I see more of. *** Here I Go Again-- BoudicaMuse Rating: Teen and Up Audiences https://archiveofourown.org/works/43947252 Steve takes his first dates to the same ice skating rink. Eddie works at the rink and takes pleasure in mocking Steve night after night. Get Togethers are just my absolute favorite, and these doofuses growing close over mocking eachothers dating styles is great. Their first date being used to prove a point that they are the best at dating is all I really need. *** Ready To Order, Sir? --- FancyTrash420 Rating- Explicit https://archiveofourown.org/works/43930554/chapters/110458293 Steve gets stood up on a date at a nice restaurant and is trying to make the most of it. Eddie is his waiter. Steve tries to make the effort to make it seem like he hadn’t been stood up and simply planned this ridiculous dinner for himself.

#steddie fic #stranger things #fic list #steve x eddie #steve harrington #lgbtq #steddie

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mistpodfics · 3 years

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Start of a joke written by loosingletters A One Piece Podfic read by mistbornhero

A pirate goes to Impel Down and shares his cell with a political bargain chip and a wannabe noble. What sounds like the start of a really bad joke has just become reality for Ace.

Podfic Length: 10:39 minutes

#author:loosingletters #cover:mistbornhero #One Piece #rated:teen #Portgas D. Ace #Sabo #Monkey D. Luffy #green #blue #c:title curved #c:title unaligned #c:theme setting #Length: 10-20 Minutes

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soulhusbands · 3 years

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Her boys are gravitating towards each other like flowers turning towards the sun, everything and everyone else fading into the background. The quiet, desperate wonder in their eyes—it’s the same look that used to pass between her parents whenever her father came home from a hunt. Mary watches Dean brush a strand of hair out of Sam’s face, watches Sam curl his fingers into the collar of Dean’s coat, and suddenly wants to throw up from loneliness.

A Family Affair by @frozen-delight

Sam/Dean Teen Canon - Season 12 Outsider POV 3k [more on pinboard]

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dmsilviswrites · 4 years

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A collection of three one shot fics, that I wrote a year or more ago, for @jhoomwrites emoji prompt celebration. I’ve finally posted them. Took long enough.

@casthewise was my beta for these back then, and I apology for the headaches I gave you!

Each story is a stand alone fic.

Behind Blue Eyes, Rated:Teen, 2595 words, Destiel with a hint of DCJ.

Ragged Daisies, Rated: Gen, 1195 words, Destiel, fluff fluff flufffffff

Of Snow, Sand and Love, Rated Teen, 2430 words, Dean/Jimmy Novak, DCJ, fluff to angst to fluff, secrets, miscommunication.

#jhoomwrites #emoji prompts #destiel #dcj

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oflittleuse · 8 years

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Hey! Do you know any stucky humor fics? I'm in need of a good laugh :)

I have two comedy rec lists you can check out {here} and {here}. Both of those are a bit old, so I would also recommend checking out my favourite comedy fic:

Slide To Answer by relenafanel

"What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up.

“Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”

rated teen . 6k . (also has a companion piece you can check out too!)

MASTER POST of stucky recs, rec lists and ask fills!

#ask fill #anon #comedy #rated:teen #length: under 10k #trope: misunderstanding #no powers #Anonymous

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scribbling-away · 9 years

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Charlie

TYPE: Original Fiction

SUMMARY: A little boy becomes a pawn in a deadly game.

RATING: T (Teen and Up Audiences)

WARNINGS: Character death.

This blog is protected via copyright. Please do not plagiarize.

Charlie just wanted to go home. He had been here ever since school got over on Thursday three days ago.

He had never liked school—most of the other children there teased him mercilessly about his slight stutter. Not Michael and Sara though. He liked talking to both of them. Actually, he missed them. That is why he wanted to go home, and then back to school. Even if it meant listening to Adrian the bully.

But Uncle Nicholas had met him right outside of the school, and told him that Mom and Dad weren’t home. They had gone away to Paris again. Then how could he go back? Maybe Alice, the maid, would open the door. Charlie liked her. She gave him Fruit Punch sometimes, and she had a sweet smile.

Not like him. He was out there right now, talking to Uncle Nicholas. Yelling at him really, like Dad sometimes yelled at Mom. He couldn’t figure out most of the words, but the tone and viciousness got through to him, making him huddle in the tiny bed Uncle Nicholas had said was his. Even with the blanket over his head, he could hear everything.

“It was a dumb move, Nick. The kid knows who you are now!” He said. “When I meant we had to do it quick, it didn’t mean you go in there half-cocked and fuck everything up before it even begins!”

Charlie was confused. Of course he knew who Uncle Nicholas was. He was Charlie’s Dad’s brother. Everyone knew that. Did he think Charlie was stupid?

“Look,” Uncle Nicholas said. “I’ll admit it. It was a mistake. It’s just, I saw an opportunity, and I was desperate. Moreno called again. He said he wants the money by tomorrow.” Uncle Nicholas sounded really nervous. “Maybe we could just give Charles his kid back. They’ve papered all of New York city with these pamphlets offering a prize. I mean, we could grab the prize. It’ll be enough.”

“Oh yeah? And don’t you think the kid will mention where the fuck he was all these days? He’s seen me too. I won’t risk it.”

“But I need the money!” Uncle Nicholas’s voice was high-pitched.

He became angry. “No shit, Sherlock! But you should have thought about money before you gambled away the fucking trust fund in the first place! Now you have Mafia on your ass, and a kid stashed in the house who knows who the hell you are! Not to mention me!” He quieted down for a while. “Look, you knew it was an option, even in the beginning. We could end up getting buggered in jail, Nick. You want that? Really? You know it has to be done. We both need that money. I need to cover up that little padding I did from the client accounts, and you need to pay Moreno. Think about it.”

There was a dead silence. Charlie frowned. What was going on? Why did Uncle Nicholas keep calling him ‘kid’? He had a name. He was Charles Daniel Morrington, the third. He had the same name as Dad.

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

He let out a whoop that was heard easily through the separating door. Then Uncle Nicholas was there, in Charlie’s little room, next to the bed. “Hey, little boy. Fancy a walk? I have something to show you.”

“Is it my birthday present?”

“Yes!” Uncle Nicholas was looking a little funny, like his tummy hurt or something. “Exactly. I have it in the backyard, right next to the pool. Don’t you wanna see it?”

He herded Charlie out. He was standing there, next to the pool. Charlie didn’t know his name, but he was scared nonetheless. There was something in the man’s eyes that scared the child, on an extremely deep level. Uncle Nicholas had called him Jerry. Charlie liked Jerry Mouse. He was standing on the edge of the pool by now, but couldn’t see anything that didn’t belong.

“Is it swim gear? I am starting swimming classes next week.”

“Look in the pool,” he said. ��It’s at the bottom.”

Charlie thought that was a little weird, because wouldn’t the present just get wet? But he looked obligingly, scared that he would start yelling at him like he had been yelling at Uncle Nicholas.

When the little push threw him over the edge and into the water, Charlie was too astonished to scream.

They stood there, those men in identical Gucci shoes and Polo T-shirts. They had identical healthy tans, a healthy glow that complimented their twenty-something skin. The shorter one was dark-haired, and kept twitching nervously. He closed his eyes after a minute, and turned his back, sobbing pitifully.

The taller of the two, had lighter hair. His shrewd green eyes never wavered, and he saw the deed to it’s grotesque—and deadly—end.

Charles Daniel Morrington, the third, had been four years, eleven months and eight days old.

Want to read everything I have written? Just click here for the masterpost!

#original #Original Work #rated:Teen #fiction #short story #murder #charlie

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nalufever · 9 years

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Fairy

Fairy Tail Week ~ bonus prompt: fairy

rated: teen

Max locked himself inside the broom closet. No matter how many apologies were shouted through the door, right now he refused to socialize with his guild mates. Maybe later he could laugh and agree it had been a jolly misunderstanding, but not yet. The pain was too fresh. He hadn't been physically hurt, but the events of this morning were etched in his mind. If he was lucky, he'd only start drinking, a little more.

***** *****

"For the last time Max, I didn't move your figurines around!" Mira was still smiling sweetly, but her left eye was beginning to twitch. "I know how particular about having the merchandise set out, 'just so'. Maybe the last customer put all of Evergreen's models there."

Max began rearranging his display, sorting out the Evergreen figures and setting them back onto the 'Raijinshuu' labelled shelf. "Thanks for watching the stall for me and opening it on time, I had some extra sweeping to do this morning."

Somewhat satisfied, Mira grinned toothily at the sand mage. "You're welcome, don't forget there's going to be a large crowd visiting the guild later. Master said to make sure everything was stocked up and in perfect order."

Lisanna called out to her sister and Mira flounced away, leaving Max staring thoughtfully at his display. He went into the back of the stall and rummaged in his cleaning supplies. Once out front again, he used his feather duster on the highest shelf. Wasn't this full a minute ago? Max took a step back and turned around, running his eyes over the scattered tables and assorted mages.

"Natsu? How long have you and Gray been playing checkers at that table?"

The slayer responded without looking up, "It feels like forever."

"No, I mean, did you see anyone walk past my store just now?"

"I gotta watch the board or Gray cheats." That inflammatory statement earned Natsu a punch to the head.

"You wanna go Flame Breath?" Gray didn't wait for an answer and threw another fist.

"Oh, I will kick your ass, Ice Princess!" Natsu flipped the board and the two mages began brawling in earnest.

Max shrugged and refilled the topmost shelf with fresh 'Evergreen' figurines. He waved 'hello' to the Connell family. Alzack and Bisca were swinging Asuka between them. The little girl giggled and begged her parents to bring her to the merchandise stall.

"Is there something special you want to see?" Max asked the little girl.

"Do you have fairies? Mommy says if I'm good I'm certain to see fairies."

"Sorry, no we don't. We can't be certain if they exist or have tails either."

"You have room for them, don't you? Maybe they just need a place to be!" Asuka bounced up on the tip of her toes and smiled so sweetly, Max just had to do something for the little girl.

"I'll empty a spot on one of my shelves and label it for 'fairies', just for you! Maybe one will show up."

"I'm gonna be so good your shelf will be full of fairies!" Asuka clapped her hands and dimpled.

Bisca picked up Asuka and settled her on her hip. "That's so nice of you, you're going to be a great dad one day."

He blushed and waved goodbye to the Connells. Beginning to whistle, he cleared out a spot for potential fairies and even attached a sign. Pleased with his efforts, he jumped over the counter and rooted underneath for some red scraps of wall paper he'd used for some old art project.

Max trimmed the paper and went to place it on the shelf, only to find it full of Erza's figures. He rubbed his eyes and checked where the Erza statues were supposed to be, only to see that location empty

"Ha, ha! Funny guys! You can stop it any time now!" Max glared at Jet and Droy who were strolling past the storefront.

The duo from the Shadow Gear Team turned to face the somewhat angry sand mage. Droy spoke, "What do you mean, 'stop it any time'? We'll never stop loving Levy!"

"Our love isn't funny!" Jet huffed, "You have some nerve. Our conversation was private, we don't tell you who to love and you don't get to tell us that either."

"S-sorry, I thought you had... I mean there's no one else close, and... uh, just, sorry." Max trailed away with his inept explanation. "Carry on." Feeling the start of a headache, Max rubbed his temples and continued to stock up his merchandise.

His whole shift had followed that pattern. It seemed that as soon as his back was turned, his merchandise would begin to travel. On his lunch break he'd closed up the stall for a half hour and returned to find fully half of his stock returned to storage. One bathroom break after that, he'd found all of his dragon slayer figures missing their exceed partners. Each time his attention strayed, his beloved merchandise paid the price.

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From inside the closet, Max felt another twinge squeeze his brain. He massaged his forehead, trying to soothe the ruckus inside his skull. Several of his guild mates were trying to apologize at once - the disharmony of voices was deepening his pain. One voice rose above the others, becoming comprehensible.

"It is man to apologize. I'm sorry I took the Evergreen merchandise to print 'Fairy of the Guild' on the bases without asking." Now in front of the supply closet where Max was seeking refuge, Elfman stood resolute. His head slightly lowered and his hands clenched at his sides, "It was the gesture of a caring man, that's all I can say." Elfman moved away and the next mage stood in front of the door.

"I apologize Max!" Lucy laced her fingers tightly together, "I accidently knocked over the Erza figures and put them back in the first spot that looked like there was enough room." She blushed and vacated the spot in front of the door.

Levy prodded Gajeel. He twisted his surly features into less of a sulk. "I'm sorry you didn't have enough of me'n'Lily figures." He started to walk away, but a savage pinch stayed him. "I mean, I'm sorry I was messing with your merchandise all day because I was jealous." Gajeel turned a delicate shade of pink to see Levy's approval, stomping away to cover his embarrassment.

Mira pushed her way to the front of the queue. She was smiling brightly, holding the sullen Laxus' ear captive. Her savage hold tightened, prompting Laxus to speak, "I only kept moving the Mavis statues back into the fairy location because she was crying about it. Gramps told me to keep her happy - "

Laxus broke off his half-assed apology to listen to Mirajane hissing something into his ear. He flushed, swallowed heavily and continued, "I'm really very sorry that you feel so bad." Laxus sighed in relief as the demon barmaid released his ear to grab his hand and lead him away.

Max began to calm down; the voices on the other side of the door were quieter and far less rowdy, allowing him to think clearly. It had only seemed like someone was trying to drive him crazy. Now that he had more information, it was really a case of his nakama being themselves.

They hadn't been trying to make him lose his sanity by rearranging his merchandise - they'd been trying to make each other happy and clean up after themselves. Gajeel, well, at least he'd only moved things around and hadn't destroyed anything. That's an improvement of sorts. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Max relaxed further. "Thanks for the apologies, I still need some alone time."

"Come on out now Mr. Max! 'Member what I said about being good?" The childish voice of Asuka piped, "There's a real fairy I want to show you!"

Bisca and Alzack shared a smile. They stood behind Asuka as she knocked on the broom closet door and continued to address Max. "She's so pretty! You're gonna love it!"

All of the adult's blandishments plus the little girl's encouragement had Max wavering whether or not to exit the closet. Asuka's last words softened his heart the rest of the way. Max unlocked the door and slowly stepped out. "Asuka, you say there's a fairy for me to see?"

Asuka nodded happily and took one of Max's hands, leading him to the merchandise stall. It had been cleaned and arranged into perfect order. Every figure was arrayed in military precision. In the middle of the 'fairy' labelled shelf stood a beautiful blonde doll. It had two sets of gossamer wings that shimmered in the light. Her dress was a deep green, with a scoop neckline and short tiered skirt. She had a serene look on her face and held a thick wooden wand.

Asuka pointed to it and smiled at Max, "We musta both been good! She's a really, really pretty fairy!"

Max smiled to hear the heartfelt belief in the little girl's words. "You're right, we both must've been good, that has to be the most beautiful fairy I've ever seen!" He reached out and lifted the figure. Turning it, he realised the wand was in fact a broom and had been recently glued into place.

"Don't be upset any more Max!" Asuka waved goodbye as her parents led her away. Outside of the guild, Alzack swung his little girl into his arms. She threw her arms around his neck and addressed both of her parents, "I hope Mr. Max takes good care of Dolly. He cheered right up when he saw her, didn't he?"

***** *****

Max kept the fairy doll on display with a big 'not for sale' sign next to it. Many customers asked what a fairy was doing with a broom in its hand, but he only ever smiled and said it was also a mystery if it had a tail or not.

#fairytailweek #fanfic #fairy #fairytail #rated:teen

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