#ofmd fanfic

[haflacky]

Eye contact

Full on my раtreon

[bbyteach]

Please read fast car by smallest church it’s good for your health

[sailorsruin92]

If you like wet, pathetic men (and awkward road trips with an ex-lover) I have something for you 😎

Chapter 2 of Unraveled and Reclaimed by @probably-lyra-adjacent is here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66212809/chapters/171456079

[quaintlyfig]

“Improbably Unafraid”

Story by Quaintly Fig || Wonderful New Artwork by @sweetpotato70

I can’t get over how beautiful they are! Sweetpotato captured their sweet, quiet tenderness perfectly! 💞

If you want to read the short, sweet story (T-rated), the link is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56566885

[umulata]

I think we all need a bit of weepy edizzy lovemaking as a treat given the circumstances. comm for Magziraphale on twt based on their Kinktober '23 fic

+ extra moist detail

[myflagmeansace]

omg the potential of "Jeff's Inn by the Sea" banter between Ed and Stede 🥺

it could've gone something like this...

"Oh, hello there, sir. Welcome to Jeff's Inn by the Sea. How can I help you?"

"Yes, hello there, fair innkeep! What a fine establishment you have here. Loving your desk setup. Oh, and what a lovely boutonnière on your shirt there."

"Thank you. The owner makes us wear them."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he can be a dick sometimes."

"Well, I'm sure he runs a tight ship, or rather inn. But I've heard it's the best one on the island."

"It is. We're booked up every night for the next four months."

"Oh, well, I hoped you might have a vacancy by any chance? You see, I'm a weary traveler with nowhere else to go and would love a place to rest my head for a bit."

"Mmm...let me check if we have anything available."

"Oka-."

"No, nothing available, sir. Sorry. But we do have an opening in four months. Our vista suite, comes with complimentary towels and a fishing equipment voucher you can use at the bar and grill next door."

"Oh well, I am rather tired. I don't think I can wait four months for a room."

"I'm sorry to hear that, sir."

"It's fine. I should've known better than to expect a fine inn like this to have any available beds to sleep in."

"I didn't say that."

"Mmm?"

"I didn't say there weren't any available beds you could sleep in."

"Oh, I thought you said..."

"Perhaps I could interest you in a different sleeping arrangement? Maybe a bed with silk sheets, fluffy pillows, and exquisite cashmere blankets?"

"Ooh, yes please!"

"You'd be sharing it, of course."

"Sharing it? With who?"

"Me."

[edwarbteach]

yes captain!

[shunstanpike]

Could not be more pleased with this commission I got from rocketlollyart of Ed from my pizzeria AU! El was such a pleasure to work with and brought my vision to life even better than I'd imagined it <3

And here's my short, tooth-rotting lil pizza fic! You can read it on AO3 here!

Two Gays, a Gull, and a Pizza Place

Stede loved Wednesdays. And this particular Wednesday was a beautiful one. The scent of daffodils and freshly cut grass rustled through the trees that lined the street. Stede slid open all of the windows, letting the breeze pick up the aromas of baking bread and roasted tomatoes to share them with the neighborhood.

At four o’clock, opening time, in came John Feeny with his neon hair and sweater to match, carrying a plastic bin through which shone a rainbow of yarn. He walked straight to his usual spot in the corner, and Stede went to the counter to put in his party’s order.

It never got old seeing Ed sashay from counter to oven to register, forehead glistening in the heat, short sleeves rolled even shorter, biceps on full display as they tensed from the weight of the paddle.

When Ed turned toward the brick oven, Stede admired the intentionally messy buns that kept his long curls off of his neck. Ed pulled a hot margherita pizza from the heat, and time seemed to slow. He spun around, loose ringlets floating around his beautiful face, and he smiled at Stede as he slid the pie onto an empty pan.

“Oh, hello there, sir,” he said. “How can I help you?”

“Four sparkling waters, please, darling,” Stede said, the order coming out as a sigh in his adoration.

“You got it,” Ed said with a wink.

The bell on the door chimed and Lucius strutted in, tapping away on his phone as usual.

“Afternoon, Lucius,” Stede greeted him.

“Stede. Ed,” Lucius replied, looking up from his phone to squint at the menu. “Do I want to know what a ‘Hot Nut Pie’ is?”

“Actually, you do,” Stede said just before Roach popped his head out from the back kitchen.

“Ricotta, crushed pistachios, and chili-infused honey!” Roach said, his eyes gleaming. He kissed his fingertips. “Delicious!”

Lucius shrugged and looked back at his phone. “Sure, let’s try it. Gluten-free crust, please and thank you.”

Ed scoffed.

Lucius’s eyes flicked back up in a glare. “Don’t start with me, Edward. Gluten intolerance is real.”

“You know it doesn’t taste as good, though,” said Ed.

“And whose fault would that be?” Lucius gave Ed a pointed look before taking his seat at a table next to John’s.

Ed frowned and muttered to himself as he slid a tray of glasses across the counter to Stede.

“Don’t listen to him, Edward,” said Stede, taking the tray. “You make a damn good pizza crust, glutinous or otherwise.”

Stede gave Ed a quick peck as thanks, and to take his mind off of Lucius’s remark.

“Are those hooks I see, John?” Stede asked when he brought over the drinks.

John nodded. “Jackie said she wanted to learn crochet,” he said in his melodious Irish accent, “so I’m teaching the group crochet.”

As if on cue, Jackie and one of her partners, the goofy but good-looking Swedish chap, paraded through the entrance. They were followed by the sweet and soft-spoken Fang, and the three joined John in the corner, hooting and hollering about the dresses, crop tops and vests they were going to make.

Next to arrive was Lucius’s husband Pete, who sat down just as Stede brought over their order.

“Did you get the gluten-free, babe?” Pete asked Lucius. “You know regular crust gives me a funny tummy.”

“I sure did, babe,” Lucius said, shooting Ed a look.

—

Stede alerted Ed when the clock struck five. With an obedient nod, Ed prepped a Sweet & Spicy Triple Pepper Pie and two dozen garlic knots. Not five minutes later, in came the rowdy crew from the ax-throwing bar next door.

Jim and Oluwande were the establishment’s co-owners; Jim brought the sharp-object-throwing expertise, and level-headed Oluwande had the business savvy. They were together, but Jim was also dating an energetic young woman named Archie, and Oluwande was dating Zheng, who was some kind of powerful executive (at least, that’s what Stede thought). But they were also all a little in love with each other. It was a bit beyond Stede, but they seemed happy, and Stede loved when they came into the pizzeria on Wednesdays with their board games.

On this particular Wednesday evening they had an additional party member: Zheng’s auntie. She seemed even more formidable than Zheng, but those kids had a way of warming the iciest of hearts.

Speaking of which, the week wouldn’t be complete without a visit from the loathsome landlord, Israel Hands. His dreary wardrobe darkened the pizzeria’s doorstep just after Ivan left with a stack of delivery orders.

“Rent, boys,” he growled, sidling up to the counter.

“Hello to you, too, Izzy,” Ed said with an exaggerated bow of the head. Stede had no idea how Ed didn’t despise the little man.

“It’s late,” said Izzy, turning to Stede. “Again.”

“Is it?” Stede asked. “Or are you perhaps impatient?”

“Both,” Izzy spat.

“Lighten up, Iz,” Ed said, whipping the slicer through a pepperoni pie. “We’ll get it to you. We always do.”

“Would a free slice of Meat Lover’s sweeten the deal?” Stede offered with a charming raise of his eyebrows.

Izzy scowled at him.

“Where were you two Monday night?” He asked. “I came by and the shop was closed.”

“Monday night?” Ed echoed. “Let’s see…”

“Monday was John’s show,” said Stede.

“That’s right!” Ed beamed. “We were at a drag show.”

Izzy rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You can’t just close the shop whenever you want!”

“Sure we can,” said Stede. “Lucius showed me how to update the Instagram so people know not to come in.”

Izzy’s jaw dropped and he shook his head. Then he gestured around at the restaurant. “Look at this. Board games? Knitting? You need to be turning these tables!”

“It’s crochet, actually,” Stede corrected. “And these are some of our most loyal customers!”

“Have they even ordered food?” Izzy whined. “It looks like they’re just… drinking water!”

“Do you want them to get sauce on their lovely garments, Izzy?” Stede snapped back.

“Who made you the king of running a restaurant, anyway?” Ed added.

“You lose business, I lose business,” said Izzy. “I want the rent by the end of the week.”

With that, he freed Stede and Ed of his presence and joined the board game table to inexplicable cheers from Jim and Archie. A table that he claimed to want turned, the hypocrite.

—

A bit later in the evening, during a lull, Ed and Stede were chatting and canoodling at the counter when Ed suddenly pointed out the front door and said, “Look! It’s Buttons!”

Stede followed Ed’s gesture and saw that, indeed, there he was, the seagull who they had first met the day they opened the shop.

They had just made a vegetarian pizza topped with spinach, black olives, and mushrooms. Stede was relaying to Ed that the type of mushrooms they had used, and that were used on most pizzas, were Agaricus bisporus, or “button mushrooms,” when the bird flew right in through an open window and pilfered a slice. Ed proudly nicknamed him “Buttons.” It was a stretch, Stede thought, but it worked.

Buttons was a frequent guest after that day, and especially loved to come by on Wednesdays.

Stede took a garlic knot from behind the counter, tore it into pieces, then tossed it out the door to the bird.

“Don’t feed him that, Stede!” Fang chided from behind his black and silver crochet project. “Bread isn’t good for little birdy tummies!”

Ed threw his arms up in exasperation. “Oh, now birds are gluten intolerant, too?!”

—

The place really came to life around seven o’clock, when Frenchie arrived to bestow the gift of live music. Fang and Roach helped him get set up between the crochet corner and the restrooms.

When Izzy saw what was going on he shouted, “You’d better not be paying this twat!”

But, of course, Izzy couldn’t help himself, and after a couple of songs he was up on the stage as well.

—

At 7:30, Roach emerged from the kitchen, glowing with enthusiasm for the creation he’d been working on all day: a dessert pizza with candied orange, cream cheese, and cinnamon. Everyone got a slice. It was a crowd pleaser, but Stede politely let him know it still needed some workshopping before it could be officially added to the menu.

—

They closed early, as they often did on Wednesdays, and ended the night with drinks at Jim and Oluwande’s place next door.

It was another perfect day.

Izzy did have some points, though, Stede hated to admit. Over the years since they had opened the pizzeria, the reserves of Stede’s family money had begun to dwindle. Perhaps having some sort of long-term plan wasn’t a terrible idea. It was a dream come true making pizzas with Edward and serving the community. Stede supposed if they wanted to keep the dream alive, they would need to have a bit more money coming in.

He made a mental note to speak with Ed about it in the morning, and let himself cherish the rest of the night.

[temporal-discounting]

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[xray-vex]

the sock puppets are sock puppeting again

FTFY, "Otto"

[xianjaneway]

Who needs someone to read their fanfic over Christmas break?

I'm a fast reader (over 700 wpm) & if you're craving comments & kudos, I'd love to read your stuff, & say nice things about your fics, to lift your spirits over the holidays.

NO CRITICISM unless you ask me for it.

I just know how hard the holidays are for a lot of people, & would like to make you smile. I'm not at the mental/emotional place where I can write my own fics yet, but I CAN encourage others. It's my spiritual gift, lol. (IYKYK)

Fandoms include (in no particular order):

Marvel, Star Trek, Good Omens, OFMD, James Bond, Wonder Woman, Superman, Batman, Sherlock, OUAT, Inception, Tenet, & some Star Wars (like Andor, though I'm willing to branch out).

Any rating, any pairing, & while I'd love it if they WEREN'T depressing, I'll read sad fics to make your day.

I also download fanfics to an audio reader, & listen to them while I work.

Ha, I've reached my tag limit for the first time, ever!

[adamarks]

ITS HERE!

I have written a warm bodies au in tandem with @motherscarf please give their fic a read. They are my Perry. (Iykyk)

I’d do the stars with you, anytime features:

Horny cannibalism

Bruce Springsteen

Spam

Alive Girl

Manic Pixie Dream Zombie

Gratuitous and obnoxious references to Romeo and Juliet

Gay

Trans metaphor for some spice

Licking

Please give it a read HERE ❤️🧟‍♂️

[nayeliq1]

And the thing is, Ed never got to have nice things before, beautiful things. He'd spent his life being told those weren't for him to have, and maybe he'd become a pirate in the first place to prove them wrong, to spit in their faces and just take what others said he couldn't have.

But all that treasure had been no good to fill the empty space within his rib cage. It had taken a strange man with morning coats and a full fire hazard library and a collection of summer linens to finally teach Ed's heart how to beat properly.

Stede was all about beautiful things.

And maybe Stede was the most beautiful thing Ed had ever wanted to claim as his own - not as petty revenge, this time, but simply to treasure.

[quaintlyfig]

"Deep Sea Wreck" - Artwork by @inkirtis

I was lucky enough to commission Inkirtis to create the album cover that Stede makes for Ed's album my fic "Deep Sea Wreck." It is absolutely gorgeous, and I am head over heels in love with it!!

Thank you so, so much, Inkirtis!!! They are beautiful!! 😍🐙🌊🧜

Fic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55449025

[aha-my-villainous-thoughts]

I was really happy to be able to step in and do a second piece for the All Fired Up OFMD charity calendar with @ghostalservice! A sexily candid Frenchie with the firehouse mascot Elmo! There are so many details packed into this piece, I'm really proud of this mini-marathon!

[edscuntyeyeshadow]

I literally keep running into this shit it’s so annoying