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[autisticpombo]

Ouzziy fic recs OFMD

Yesterday was share your fav fics day over at adopt our flag. So here are my favorite ouizzy fics (most are slow burns) in two main categories:

1. A harmless and fun time; All of these are comedies or just cute. Full of pranks and entertaining silly plots.

Two Truths And...-M After Izzy and Frenchie both start messing with the captain the whole crew competes in making Stede believe the most absurd mythical sea creatures and myths they can.

Laughed my ass off with this one and the slow burn is just right.

A Man After Midnight-M Izzy is a hitman getting tired of his job after his partner's mysterious disappearance. Frenchie is a thief that won't leave him alone.

Lots of fun crime cliches and flirting in this one. They got Izzy's grumpy energy and Frenchie's silliness perfectly. There is a bit of angst and it ends on a cliff hanger but still a fun ride.

Warnings from the Bottom of My Heart- M Izzy and Frenchie a newly formed loving relationship. But as the rest of the crew find out Izzy quickly realizes he'll have to have a 'talk' with Frenchie's friends.

This one is not a slow burn both Izzy and Frenchie are in a relationship, the absurdity comes from the various 'talks' Izzy has with the crew about Frenchie. I found myself getting excited to read who Iz would be threatened by chapter after chapter. A fun take on a lot of the crew.

A Date To The Future-T Frenchie and Izzy are dating Iz just hasn't realized it yet.

This one is adorable, with plenty of cute moments and flustered Izzy. And there is also a fun take on what Izzy would be like as a captain after the crew splits. (No kraken era but still a bit of angst)

2. Fics that changed my life; finally we have the fics that release dates became my new favorite days of the week and started up past 1 am reading

In the myre of who we were- M Frenchie doesn't know how long this can last. Sooner or later Blackbread is going to get them all killed. He'll need to figure out a way out with Jim and who else he can.

Before season 2 take, beautifully done. Still haven't been able to find another fic that shows Ed's kraken era mood swings so accurately. Frenchie and Izzy's relationship is complex. Frenchie believes all the crew of the revenge are dead so he hates Izzy. Yet they still become close in a lovely slow burn. Not to mention a wonderfully silly yet possible take on captain Stede.

Open Water-M "Frenchie has been having dreams his whole life. They're hazy and indistinct, but the clearest ones are of death. He takes comfort in them, in knowing pieces of what's to come, and having forewarning to try and stop the worst of it.

But then, in the midst of his life becoming a nightmare, he starts dreaming the death of the person he blames for it all. But he's given a glimpse of that man's humanity, and faces a problem. Every time he stops the death he dreams, it's followed by a new version.

Why can't he stop Izzy Hands from dying?"

Yep Frenchie can see the future in this one. This fic blew my mind. With its unique premise creating so many interesting interactions not to mention a whole other level of tension. My favorite part of this fic is its world building and background for Frenchie. With every chapter starting with a moment from the past before the Revenge.

Lycidas-E If you haven't read this yet DO. Izzy is embraced by the whole crew during this fics kraken era. They all bond in a unique and interesting way. Their take on Frenchie is still one of my favs. The happy ending tag isn't a lie it's beautiful but my god do they make you sweat. The tension is so thick in this fic Roach could carve it out of the air and make a three layer wedding cake out of it!

Trigger warning: toxic Edizzy and the bloody life of a pirate (the explicit scene is in one of the final chapters and is easy to skip if that's not your thing)

#i have so many more #if people like this post I'll add my fav modern UA takes on ouizzy #the brain rot is real #ouizzy brain rot

[erosrevenge]

Movie I've Seen Before 🔗

An OFMD Blockbuster Inspired AU

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[twostarry]

Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach & Israel Hands, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Stede Bonnet & Israel Hands, Israel Hands/Original Male Character(s), Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet/Israel Hands, Stede Bonnet/Israel Hands Characters: Israel Hands, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet Additional Tags: Shapeshifting, Bodyswap, Magic, Alternate Universe - Magic, Identity Porn, Identity Issues, POV Israel Hands, Israel Hands Loves Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Crack Treated Seriously, Israel Hands-centric, Israel Hands is Bad at Feelings, Israel Hands Has Issues, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Mild Smut, Sexual Roleplay, Complicated Relationships, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Top Stede Bonnet, Sub Israel Hands, Bottom Israel Hands, Israel Hands Has Feelings, No Spoilers, Not Season/Series 02 Compliant, steddyhands, Israel Hands Redemption, Curses, Curse Breaking, Transformation Summary:

Izzy pisses off the wrong person in a market on a strange island and receives a strange mark for his troubles. He initially arrives back at the Revenge as his twentysomething self. But he soon learns that there's more to the curse he's been afflicted with than simply making him younger. He discovers that he has the ability to become other people, though it's difficult and hard to control. Is it actually a curse? Or is there more going on than meets the eye?

***

Features mild smut with some FTB and an emotional journey for Izzy.

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I just finished this fic last night! Not sure how to get it out to people who might enjoy it. 

[shieldmaidenofmithrilhall]

HAPPY HONK WEEK!!!! Honk honk honk HOnkity Honk

I cordially invite you to The Revenge, where everything is the same except Stede stole a goose off the Party ship in Episode 5.

[thedarkcaustic]

If you ever find yourself on the streets of London - keep an eye out for the beggar with a limp. If you find him, he'll ask you to buy him a drink.

If you buy him a drink, he'll tell you a story about the Dread Pirate Blackbeard and the men who loved him.

If you listen to the tale - you'll never forget it or the man who told it.

Read it on AO3

[quiet--menace]

In case you were wondering why Ed hates nature, bugs and snakes, here’s my lil HC heavy pre-canon fic about it. Feat young Ed, Izzy and Calico Jack.

[unfunpleasures]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet Additional Tags: Modern AU, Truckers, Alternate Universe - 1970s, PWP, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, a little pining as a treat, Laughter During Sex, Hotel Sex, Power Bottom Stede Bonnet, Bossy Stede Bonnet, Bad Jokes as Foreplay, Blow Jobs, Edward Teach in Wranglers, western wear, Extramarital Affairs, Smut Summary:

“You staying here tonight, then?”

Stede gently shoved his empty plate towards the back of the bar and turned a bit to face the other man, giving him a subtle once-over. “Well, I’d planned to just sleep in my cab and be off early tomorrow, but then I suppose I didn’t know I’d be running into an old friend,” he replied with a crooked smile.

“Well, then,” Ed chuckled, allowing his black snakeskin boot to tap Stede’s sleek white alligator one, “looks like you’ll have to come back to my room and have a beer so we can catch up. I’d hate to let you sleep in your cab when I’ve got a nice bed with plenty of room.”

“Ever the gentleman,” the other man replied, brushing his boot against Ed’s in return.

____

Pulpy '70s trucker sex, Gentlebeard style.

[robinflyaway]

Purple Rain - Gentlebeard Reunion Short Fic

I just posted my first ever fanfic one ao3! You can find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46493593

It’s a pretty short one-shot but I wanted to get used to writing these characters, the second part will probably end up being a lot longer haha.

Hope you all enjoy! 

[sparkly-angell]

On tomorrow's chapter of Tides

“That won’t be necessary,” another person said, speaking over whatever Peter was about to say. Izzy Hands, who Stede never had the pleasure of really meeting before, approached them, his face pulled into something nauseated. He stretched out a hand. “I’ll pass Edward’s things along.”

“Ah, thank you.” Stede jerked his lips into a polite smile. “But I’d prefer to give them back myself, if it’s all the same to you.”

“It’s not.” Izzy lifted an unimpressed eyebrow.

Stede sighed. “Please, I just need to see him.”

“Has it occurred to that thick head of yours that maybe the boss does not share the same sentiment, Stede Bonnet?”

Stede’s stomach churned.

“What does that mean?”

“He doesn’t. Want. To see you,” Izzy said slowly and condescending. Stede’s blood would boil if it didn’t freeze at his words.

[erosrevenge]

🌹 Thirteen Hours 🖤

An OFMD Labyrinth AU

"It's Only Forever. Not Long At All."

January 12th on Ao3

Preview:

[itsclydebitches]

Post-canon universe where Mary ends up becoming a tattoo artist.

It starts when Ed winds up visiting the Bonnet household. Maybe he went there after Stede’s “death” only to learn that the Gentleman Pirate is out looking for him. Maybe this is post-reunion and they’ve just popped by to check on the kids. Whatever the reason, Ed ends up hitting it off with Mary and is particularly enamored with her art studio because holy shit you did the lighthouse painting!

He needs a version of that on his body. Now.

And Mary is like, I’m sorry, Mr. Blackbeard sir, but the human body is a slightly different canvas from what I’m used to and I’ve never—

But Ed is already waving her off. You think pirates know what the fuck they’re doing either? Nah. You get a buddy sloshed on rum, promise him it’s gonna look great, tattoo something on his ass, and then keep out of reach when he first sees it in a shaving mirror. It looks like shit. Of course it does! But then you do it to someone else and it looks a little less shitty. Then again and again until hey, that’s some talent right there! So go to town. Can’t look any worse than what Izzy first put on his back.

By this point Ed has hopped up onto a table and pulled a kit seemingly out of nowhere. He’s also got his shirt off—this is fine—and Mary has to admit, some of his tats really are awful. Not all of them! But enough that she can precisely pick out where some drunk sailor was trying out a needle for the first time. And yeah, she could easily justify this through fear, telling herself that it’s not like she can say no to the intimidating, legendary Blackbeard. Dating Stede or not, the guy could slash her throat in an instant. Actually, dating Stede is a mark against any mental stability.

The reality though is that it isn’t fear that convinces her. Mary just looks at the spots of crappy ink and thinks, Fuck. I could do better than that.

So she does. 

Mary might not know tattooing yet, but she’s got an eye for art and she picks up the mechanics quickly. At her request Alma brings in a bottle of something far nicer than rum—casting an interested look towards the pirate that reminds Mary, with a trickle of worry, that she always was her father’s daughter—and they spend a surprisingly pleasant afternoon with Mary experimenting and Ed commenting on her paintings. Is that flower a vagina, Mary? Yes it is, god, no one else gets that!

Mary tattoos a lighthouse onto Ed’s arm, entwining it with one of his tentacles. It’s nothing fancy, but Ed leaves the Bonnet household pleased as fucking punch.

Which means, of course, that a few months later Stede shows back up (in a terrible disguise) begging her to give him his own lighthouse on the opposite arm.

Stede Bonnet, are you really asking for the symbol of our now defunct marriage after you left me, came back, came out as gay, and then had the gall to fall in love with the most dangerous pirate on the seven seas?

…Yes?

Yeah, alright, fine. Get on the table.

Mary has been practicing since she last saw Ed, discovering that she loves the permanence of tattooing—putting her art on a moving canvas; a part of someone’s very identity, not just their home. Though it’s hardly considered good form in their community, she even managed to find a tutor after promising Doug that she wouldn’t fall in love with this one. Or if she does, she’s not going to throw him over for the new guy. You should really talk to Stede’s friend Lucius, Doug. He has fantastic ideas about the whole thing.

Stede tells Mary all about their lighthouse fuckery while she works and she finds that this story is a damn bit more romantic than their awkward wedding vows. In the end, this lighthouse is far more detailed than Ed’s, with steadier lines and a bit of shading, and Mary can’t help but think that it fits their personalities quite well. Stede is so happy he forgets himself and plants an exuberant kiss on Mary’s cheek. She just laughs.

From there other members of The Revenge show up when it’s safe for them to sneak into town, all of them wanting ink from a member of their Captain’s family. Their family, now. After she’s given Jim a pair of crossed knives and Oluwande a small orange tree on his back; Frenchie a recreation of his lute and the Swede the notes of his favorite song, word starts to spread to other crews. Wherever The Revenge goes they show off their ink. Even when they don’t, Mary’s developing a style that’s noticeable in any tavern or seedy alleyway—far nicer work than what anyone else has got.

The first time an unknown pirate shows up on their doorstep in the dead of night, Mary very nearly stabs him with one of the knives Jim gifted her. She whisper-yells at the poor bastard about manners and coming during business hours, really, what is wrong with you? After a sheepish apology, she brews an obscene amount of coffee and inks a child’s portrait onto the man’s arm. It’s by far the most challenging tat she’s done to date and somewhere around 4:00am, bleary-eyed and energized, Mary thinks that she’ll never want to do anything else again.

More pirates come after that. Doug worries. Mary reassures. As a compromise, she starts taking clients while her widow group meets. The presences of nine or so women who have nothing to lose—alongside Evelyn glaring from the corner—is more than enough to keep even the toughest ruffian in line.

Which isn’t to say that every client is a good experience. Oh no. Mary learns and more importantly, she listens, figuring out which pirates have beef with an ally of The Revenge, or who would sooner sell out their own than part with a single coin. On the truly worrisome visitors, the ones who do nothing to endear themselves during the long session or any of the repeat visits, Mary adds a small flower to their designs. Just her signature, she assures them, but everyone on The Revenge knows that it’s a message: don’t trust this one, watch your back.

Most though are surprisingly pleasant to spend time with. Sweethearts just dealing with a fair bit of trauma, as her ex-husband might say. When they thank her and try to press purses into her hand, Mary just shakes her head. It’s not like she needs the money. Instead, she draws out promises that they’ll do right by The Revenge and its co-captains, should they ever cross paths. When her family visits, Mary hears many tales about the crews that unexpectedly assisted during a tough raid, offered a good deal on supplies, bought them all drinks when they came into port.

Mary is the laughingstock of the town. She’s the woman whose husband ran out on her to become a criminal and then didn’t even have the decency to stay away, instead dying in a thoroughly tactless fashion. She’s the woman who gave up a lucrative painting career to instead take up a lowlife’s art form—if it could even be called such—with all manner of scoundrels calling on her. She’ll end badly, wait and see.

Mary is beloved by the pirate community. She’s the darling of Blackbeard and the Gentleman Pirate, more than capable of holding her own with both. She’s the woman whose ink you want etched into your skin—always safe to visit, always compassionate, and unspeakably talented. She’ll go far, wait and see.

Of course, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. Mary teaches Louis how to draw and makes Alma promise that she’ll finish her education before following her father to sea; she takes Doug to bed each night and with his encouragement visits Evelyn many afternoons. She’s happy.

Shockingly, so is everyone else. Mary isn’t entirely sure what to make of the waspish man who shows up on her doorstep one afternoon, but he’s easily recognizable based on Stede and Ed’s descriptions. Israel Hands has just three tattoos: the ace of spades to mark his time in the Navy, the swallow for a well-traveled pirate, and a lopsided cross on his cheek that Mary almost asks about, before thinking better of it.

He wants a fourth tattoo. A lighthouse on the back of his neck.

It’s been a long time since Mary first started tattooing. It’s not that she forgot about her previous lighthouses, of course not, but any additional meaning doesn’t register as she works up a design to show Izzy. After all, he’s a sailor. A pirate. Most of them want something to connect them to the sea and there are only so many objects that do that.

The placement is a bit odd though. Mary warns him that he’ll have to keep his hair short for the tattoo to show, shaving the fine hairs regularly. Izzy just grunts and mutters for her to get to it. Mary doesn’t realize the significance of him allowing her to hold a razor to his neck, in his blind-spot no less. At this point, she’s considered an extension of the only two allowed to do the same.

This lighthouse is perfect. After years of work Mary is easily able to navigate the muscles in Izzy’s neck; the thin scar that—she shivers—is just a little too close to his jugular. Mary knows how to make her art catch the eye when Izzy stands tall and how to keep it from looking absurd whenever he twists his head. She doesn’t know this man well, but Mary senses that this piece should be meticulous and detailed, not a single line out of place. So she pours everything into the image, holding Izzy steady with a grip he doesn’t flinch from.

It's only months later, when the family comes back to visit, that Mary realizes what she’s helped accomplish. Izzy stands between his two captains and from the back she sees that all the lighthouses are balanced, like the top of a nautical star.

Oh, Mary thinks as Ed slips a hand onto the small of Izzy’s back; Izzy leans his shoulder into Stede’s. There it is. 

[denizbevan]

Here's my full series! Eight days, eight continents!

Got bored, decided to organise another event with a focus on how international this fandom and also the canon characters are.

So let's create fanart and fanfic where our pirate crew has adventures all over the world!

Schedule and rules under the read more:

Schedule

24/5 - North America (bonus point if you remember there are countries besides the US)

25/5 - South America

26/5 - Europe (bonus point if you remember there are countries besides the UK)

27/5 - Africa

28/5 - Asia

29/5 - Australia

30/5 - Antarctica (but if you want to send them to the Arctic, I won't stop you)

31/5 - Lost continent (including lost lands/lost islands, so if you want to send the crew to Atlantis, here's your chance! Doubles as a catch-up day)

Rules:

All characters and pairings welcome.

All ratings welcome.

All fanworks welcome, so fanfic, fanart, meta, translations (check if the author whose fic you want to translate has a note about permission for that kind of thing!)

All settings welcome (so go wild with different times, canon divergences, etc)

All languages welcome - AO3 supports the following languages.

You can start posting your fanwork when it is the correct day in your timezone.

Please post your fanwork to the AO3 Collection to make it easy for everyone to see the fanworks made for the event.

Please use either OFMD Continental Challenge and/or OFMDContinentalChallenge if you post about it on Tumblr or Twitter or elsewhere to make it easy for everyone to see the fanworks made for the event.

Don't be a dick.

[ellayuki]

17062022 - Our Flag Means Death

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“You didn’t really kill Lucius, did you?” Stede asks, the tips of his fingers dancing lightly on the tattoos of Ed’s back. 

He feels… divine, actually, if he does say so himself. They’re reunion, after clearing up all misunderstandings between them, had been pleasant to say the least, and Stede looks forward to the rest of his life being like this - him and Ed and the Revenge and the open seas.

He does need his second in command, though, if only to stop Black Pete from throwing himself overboard (weighed down with cannonballs) again. Honestly now.

Ed sighs. Nuzzles into the skin of Stede’s chest. “Tried. Pushed the fucker off board.”

Stede gasps. “Ed!”

He only gets a hand waved lazily in his face for his outrage. “He thinks I don’t know he’s hiding in one of your many secret passages. But I do.”

And oh. Oh, even at his lowest, at his most hurt, and lashing out over it, Ed still cares. He might not acknowledge it, Stede thinks, might not let himself believe it is what it is, but he does care. “I do love you, you know.”

There’s a fleeting, gentle kiss pressed just under his collarbone, and a soft, grumbled, “’m beginning to think that you do, yeah.” And then, quieter, more hesitant than anything Stede’s ever heard from Ed, “Fuckin’ love you, too, don’t I?”

~

(“We should tell him he can come out now, though.”

“...he can fucking stay there a few more days.”

“Ed!”)

[unwanted-animal]

Low Down And Dirty - Izzy Hands x Transmasc Reader

Warnings: Degradation, Misgendering, Pet Play, Facefucking, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Spitting, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Humiliation, Emotionless Sex

“Get on your knees, dog,” Izzy growls, tugging on the leather leash. You obey as your collar rubs against your skin, kneeling down in front of your master, turning your eyes up to him and opening your mouth like a good boy. He stares down at you, expressionless, hazel gaze locked on yours as his free hand shoves down the zipper of his pants.

You’ve been his for weeks now, training to be the best little pet you can be. Humanity shed, will gone, just a hole to ease Izzy’s frustrations. You’ve gotten good at it. Sometimes, though, you like to act out. It feels good when he punishes you for your ‘mistakes’.

His swollen cock rubs over your waiting lips and Izzy lets out a shuddering breath. It’s clear he’s been looking forward to your service all day, pent up from whatever bullshit his boss has dumped on him. You know Blackbeard’s rule about pets — Izzy’s made an exception for you. As long as you keep quiet and stay hidden, he gets to use you over and over until you’re a cumstained mess and no one needs to know.

READ THE REST ON AO3 >>HERE<<

[pearwaldorf]

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet Additional Tags: romance novel tropes, like so many, Soft Dom Stede Bonnet, Service Top Stede Bonnet, Top Stede Bonnet, Bottom Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Sub Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Sexual Fantasy, Ravishment Fantasy, Consensual Non-Consent, of the kind typical in ye olde romance novels, But Only a Little Bit - Freeform Summary:

The door opens, revealing a man about his age and height dressed in the most ridiculously fanciful clothes Edward’s ever seen. His waistcoat, overcoat, and breeches are a bright robin’s egg blue, richly embroidered. Somehow his stockings are spotless despite being bright white. There’s mountains of lace at his wrists and his neck. Surprisingly his head is bare of hat or wig, showing off tousled blond hair.

The first thought that pops into Edward’s mind is that he is devastatingly handsome. The second is he is at this stranger’s mercy.