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The night before, remembering something from his childhood when he used to visit, he went into the loft and rooted through the dusty boxes and found what he was looking for, an old biscuit tin with his Action Man and spare clothes, thankfully not thrown away.  Going through the box he found a pair of black Action Man trousers and a dark camouflage shirt.  Turning them inside out, he sewed up the inside seams to make them smaller and by the time he’d finished, had a perfectly acceptable set of clothes for your slightly shorter than average fairy.

They fit surprisingly well, his wings slipping easily through the two slits he made in the back, much the same as Frenchie has in his tunic, but whereas Frenchie looks adorable and cute, Izzy is delighted to see that he looks quite badass.  I am a combat fairy, he thinks to himself, unable to help a giggle escaping.

The night before, remembering something from his childhood when he used to visit, he went into the loft and rooted through the dusty boxes and found what he was looking for, an old biscuit tin with his Action Man and spare clothes, thankfully not thrown away. Going through the box he found a pair of black Action Man trousers and a dark camouflage shirt. Turning them inside out, he sewed up the inside seams to make them smaller and by the time he’d finished, had a perfectly acceptable set of clothes for your slightly shorter than average fairy. They fit surprisingly well, his wings slipping easily through the two slits he made in the back, much the same as Frenchie has in his tunic, but whereas Frenchie looks adorable and cute, Izzy is delighted to see that he looks quite badass. I am a combat fairy, he thinks to himself, unable to help a giggle escaping.

Sitting, comfortably naked, alongside him on a brightly painted mushroom ornament beside the pond, Frenchie looks at him sideways, a mischievous little look on his face.

Sitting, comfortably naked, alongside him on a brightly painted mushroom ornament beside the pond, Frenchie looks at him sideways, a mischievous little look on his face.

My illustration for the fifth chapter of Spyder's wonderful story "Poison 69"

archiveofourown.org/works/808423...

#OFMD #OurFlagMeansDeath #ourflagmeansdeathfanart #ofmdfanart #ofmdfrenchie #FrenchieOFMD #izzyhandsfanart #IzzyHands #ofmdizzy #ouizzy #ouizzyfanart

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“Are you all right?” Izzy asks, concerned and then oofs out a breath as Frenchie wraps him up, holding him tightly against his rainbow of colours.  An elderly couple are walking by on the other side of the road and they scurry off but Izzy hasn't got time to be worried about that.

“Are you all right?” Izzy asks, concerned and then oofs out a breath as Frenchie wraps him up, holding him tightly against his rainbow of colours. An elderly couple are walking by on the other side of the road and they scurry off but Izzy hasn't got time to be worried about that.

Моя иллюстрация к четвёртой главе замечательной истории "Яд 69" от Spyder.

archiveofourown.org/works/808423...

#OFMD #OurFlagMeansDeath #ourflagmeansdeathfanart #ofmdfanart #ofmdfrenchie #FrenchieOFMD #izzyhandsfanart #IzzyHands #ofmdizzy #ouizzy #ouizzyfanart

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This is a very silly love story.  It’s silly because it’s about a fairy and they are usually very silly creatures.  They are also sweet and playful and sexy and when they fall in love it is with their entire heart and it is forever.

The fairy in our story is called Frenchie, and he lives in a fairy burrow in the New Forest in the south of England.  Fairies like living underground, often in abandoned badgers sets as they feel safe and warm.  They mostly live communally but sleep in their own little chambers, carved out within the burrow, on soft beds of moss and rose petals, that strangely never seem to fade. 

Most of them do not have magic in the accepted sense, but they are creatures of magic, and magical things can happen when you fall in love with one.

This is a very silly love story. It’s silly because it’s about a fairy and they are usually very silly creatures. They are also sweet and playful and sexy and when they fall in love it is with their entire heart and it is forever. The fairy in our story is called Frenchie, and he lives in a fairy burrow in the New Forest in the south of England. Fairies like living underground, often in abandoned badgers sets as they feel safe and warm. They mostly live communally but sleep in their own little chambers, carved out within the burrow, on soft beds of moss and rose petals, that strangely never seem to fade. Most of them do not have magic in the accepted sense, but they are creatures of magic, and magical things can happen when you fall in love with one.

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Illustrations for the first chapter of the amazing story "Poison 69" from Spyder.

archiveofourown.org/works/808423...

#OFMD #OurFlagMeansDeath #ourflagmeansdeathfanart #ofmdfanart #ofmdfrenchie #FrenchieOFMD #izzyhandsfanart #IzzyHands #ofmdizzy #ofmdixzyhands #ouizzy

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Snip of the fic, reading,"Your insurance called, babe,” Frenchie announces as soon as Izzy enters their flat, because if he doesn't tell him now, he might forget, and then it's another week wasted without Izzy getting the help he needs. “Turns out it's totally doable to get mental health services paid for with your changed insurance plan. Funny thing, that. I was under the impression there's nothing you could do about it? Must've been an administration error, yeah?”

Izzy shoots him an irritated glance, then puts his backpack down and his jacket on a coat hanger. “The fuck are they doing, giving you that information?”

Snip of the fic, reading,"Your insurance called, babe,” Frenchie announces as soon as Izzy enters their flat, because if he doesn't tell him now, he might forget, and then it's another week wasted without Izzy getting the help he needs. “Turns out it's totally doable to get mental health services paid for with your changed insurance plan. Funny thing, that. I was under the impression there's nothing you could do about it? Must've been an administration error, yeah?” Izzy shoots him an irritated glance, then puts his backpack down and his jacket on a coat hanger. “The fuck are they doing, giving you that information?”

Ch26 of "Tales from the past" is up, in which Frenchie tries to help and makes things worse.

archiveofourown.org/works/701209...

#ofmd #ofmdfanfic #IzzyHands #Ouizzy

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The watercolour painting of Frenchie is carrying a body wrapped in a shroud, lit by the light of a single lamp, with a constellation in the sky.

The watercolour painting of Frenchie is carrying a body wrapped in a shroud, lit by the light of a single lamp, with a constellation in the sky.

"The final stitch" — watercolour art of Frenchie saying his final goodbyes to Izzy.
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/80402251
And the poem inspired by it:
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/80403701

#ofmdwtfk #ofmdart #ouizzy

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Snip from the fic, reading:
“But... Izzy, babe...” All of a sudden, Frenchie's at a loss for words. Watches Izzy aggressively scrub the thermos with a bottle brush, rinse it out and put it on the drying rack. His partner wipes down the sink and it feels like everything Frenchie knows and assumed to be right and important and supportive gets wiped with it. “I... I don't think that's a good idea, babe. Not getting back.”

Izzy turns around, crosses his arms over his chest. Glares challengingly at Frenchie and snarls, “That's my fucking decision, Frenchie. Don't you fucking dare to meddle with it.”

Frenchie frowns. He's not meddling by caring and being concerned about his partner's wellbeing, is he?

Snip from the fic, reading: “But... Izzy, babe...” All of a sudden, Frenchie's at a loss for words. Watches Izzy aggressively scrub the thermos with a bottle brush, rinse it out and put it on the drying rack. His partner wipes down the sink and it feels like everything Frenchie knows and assumed to be right and important and supportive gets wiped with it. “I... I don't think that's a good idea, babe. Not getting back.” Izzy turns around, crosses his arms over his chest. Glares challengingly at Frenchie and snarls, “That's my fucking decision, Frenchie. Don't you fucking dare to meddle with it.” Frenchie frowns. He's not meddling by caring and being concerned about his partner's wellbeing, is he?

Trouble's brewing for Frenchie and Izzy 👀
Next Tales chapter will be posted on Sunday <3

(link to the fic: archiveofourown.org/works/701209...)

#ofmd #wipwednesday #Ouizzy #IzzyHands

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Giving this a little nudge since AO3 is back up

#ofmd #ofmdfanfic #Ouizzy #IzzyHands

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Watercolour drawing of the character Izzy Hands from the series Our Flag means Death in a modern AU setting. He’s wearing an oversized blue T-shirt, holding on to a wall and flipping someone off. His legs are bare and his hair is down and dripping wet.

Watercolour drawing of the character Izzy Hands from the series Our Flag means Death in a modern AU setting. He’s wearing an oversized blue T-shirt, holding on to a wall and flipping someone off. His legs are bare and his hair is down and dripping wet.

Ch24 of Tales from the past is up, in which Izzy takes a day of rest and talks things through with Frenchie.

archiveofourown.org/works/701209...

#ofmd #ofmdfanfic #ofmdart #IzzyHands #Ouizzy

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“Bad! Bad Izzy! You're a menacing little bathtub-monster!” the escapee scolds him, scrambling out of reach until his back hits the washbasin.

With a theatrical gurgling growl, hands formed into claws and stretching out over the edge of the tub, Izzy slowly lets himself submerge into the hot water again. When a rubber duck gets thrown in the water with a splash he dives up again and laughs.

“Take your ritual Loch-bathtub sacrifice and deal with the consequence of your cruelty. You now have lost your bath-sharing privilege, babe, just so you know,” his partner pouts and steps into the shower to give himself a quick wash and rinse.

Screenshot of a text, reading: “Bad! Bad Izzy! You're a menacing little bathtub-monster!” the escapee scolds him, scrambling out of reach until his back hits the washbasin. With a theatrical gurgling growl, hands formed into claws and stretching out over the edge of the tub, Izzy slowly lets himself submerge into the hot water again. When a rubber duck gets thrown in the water with a splash he dives up again and laughs. “Take your ritual Loch-bathtub sacrifice and deal with the consequence of your cruelty. You now have lost your bath-sharing privilege, babe, just so you know,” his partner pouts and steps into the shower to give himself a quick wash and rinse.

Bath-shenanigans or Izzy being silly and instantly losing his bath-sharing privilege for #wipwednesday in the next Tales chapter 🛁🧼

(Link to the fic: archiveofourown.org/works/701209...)

#ofmd #ofmdfanfic #Ouizzy #IzzyHands

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Screenshot of a fic excerpt, reading:
Curiosity killed the cat, they say, but luckily, Frenchie and those witches in feline disguise have nothing in common, so he should be safe. Putting his own mail back on the table, he takes Izzy's unopened envelope and inspects it further. Plain, white – boring. Address handwritten in the centre instead of a label – personal, not automated, interesting. No stamp, but a printed barcode for the postage – very strange.

Screenshot of a fic excerpt, reading: Curiosity killed the cat, they say, but luckily, Frenchie and those witches in feline disguise have nothing in common, so he should be safe. Putting his own mail back on the table, he takes Izzy's unopened envelope and inspects it further. Plain, white – boring. Address handwritten in the centre instead of a label – personal, not automated, interesting. No stamp, but a printed barcode for the postage – very strange.

Ch20 of "Tales from the past" is up, in which Izzy receives a letter and shares some news, and Frenchie slightly panics about both.
(Or: I had way too much fun writing Frenchie's very weird superstitions about cats xD)

archiveofourown.org/works/701209...

#ofmd #ofmdfanfic #IzzyHands #Ouizzy

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Rating: Mature

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Relationship:

Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death)/Israel Hands

Characters:

Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death), Israel Hands

Additional Tags:

trucker AU, nsfw in Frenchie's daydreams only, trucker izzy, truck stop employee Frenchie, Frenchie saw a greasy old man and said SMASH, izzy heard a British accent and said SMASH, Scent kink - minor, Izzy is gross in this I won't apologize, Height Differences

Language:

English

Collections:

Ouizzy Quieek 2024

Stats:

Published: 2024-08-05

Words: 2,176

Chapters:

1/1

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Relationship: Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death)/Israel Hands Characters: Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death), Israel Hands Additional Tags: trucker AU, nsfw in Frenchie's daydreams only, trucker izzy, truck stop employee Frenchie, Frenchie saw a greasy old man and said SMASH, izzy heard a British accent and said SMASH, Scent kink - minor, Izzy is gross in this I won't apologize, Height Differences Language: English Collections: Ouizzy Quieek 2024 Stats: Published: 2024-08-05 Words: 2,176 Chapters: 1/1

Buck's Truck Stop

yuhlena

Summary:

"Are you- are you fuckin' British?"

Frenchie is instantly thrown off by this. Having only heard the man say two words up until now, he is equal parts perplexed and delighted to discover a similar accent thrown back at him.

"Are you fuckin' British?" He shoots back.

Notes:

WE'RE SO FUCKIN BACK

Buck's Truck Stop yuhlena Summary: "Are you- are you fuckin' British?" Frenchie is instantly thrown off by this. Having only heard the man say two words up until now, he is equal parts perplexed and delighted to discover a similar accent thrown back at him. "Are you fuckin' British?" He shoots back. Notes: WE'RE SO FUCKIN BACK

Read this one last night…
#OFMDfic #Ouizzy

archiveofourown.org/works/57930988

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Tales from the past - Chapter 19 - hideplueshi - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Forgot to announce it yesterday, but Ch19 of "Tales from the past" is up, in which Izzy is trying not to ask for a kiss and gets plenty <3

archiveofourown.org/works/701209...

#ofmd #ofmdfanfic #IzzyHands #Ouizzy

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... Frenchie kept that mistletoe in his pocket long after it had withered and started to disintegrate. 🖤🐈‍⬛🦄✨️
#ourflagmeansdeath #ofmd #ouizzy #izzyhands #frenchie

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I do love me some #Ouizzy and this is a particularly spectacular example of how they fit together so well.

#OFMDFic

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Things Wondrous and Divine - Chapter 1 - Delphi - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Come get your #ouizzy #ofmdfic !! Delphi has written a fantastic thing for me as part of the canyon gift exchange. archiveofourown.org/chapters/199...?

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Merry Christmas! Peace to us all

#OFMD #OurFlagMeansDeath #ourflagmeansdeathfanart #ofmdfanart #izzyhandsfanart #IzzyHands #ofmdizzy #ofmdixzyhands #cononeill #ouizzyfanart #ouizzy #frenchie #ofmdfrenchie #FrenchieOFMD #JoelFry

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a screenshot of the summary for the fanfic from ao3, with christmas emojis

a screenshot of the summary for the fanfic from ao3, with christmas emojis

i missed vampire frenchie so i said we get him for christmas!! #ouizzy 🎄❄️🍬

🏴‍☠️ two with a sweet tooth now on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/76117061

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I really like the idea of ​​Frenchie the Fairy.
In my Sims, Frenchie has beautiful green wings 🧚🏽‍♂️

#OFMD #OurFlagMeansDeath #ourflagmeansdeathfanart #ofmdfanart #ofmdfrenchie #FrenchieOFMD #JoelFry #IzzyHands #ouizzy

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Where the Heart Runs Yearly - Chapter 1 - hideplueshi, VioletSmith - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

if you want some great #ouizzy and some #gentlebeard in a fantasy AU setting with great worldbuilding and intricate characterisation that really grabs you, then @violetsmith.bsky.social's RBB is the one you want. absolutely spellbound: archiveofourown.org/works/701240...
#ofmdfic #ofmdficrec

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WIP snip of the fanfic "Tales from the past", reading: 
Before he can say something, Frenchie adds, “Got dismissed by a few therapists because I seemed to be okay. Left my home town, travelled a lot. Ended up here, met Wee John while busking. He noticed my anxiety attacks, helped me find a therapist with more experience. Good bloke, that one. Dug deeper than the others, found the mind box. Gave me the tools to siphon shit out so it won't overflow.”
“Hm. I'm glad you had help, Frenchie,” Izzy murmurs, then hesitantly asks, “Do you ever... regret leaving your home?”
Frenchie laughs quietly. “No. I've never would have been anyone but Francine there. Small towns are the worst, babe, they never forget a thing. But if we ever get to visit my family, I'll show you all my favourite places, tell you all the stories.”
Grumbling, Izzy reminds him, “I hate travelling.” He would do it for Frenchie, though, he's pretty fucking sure of that.
“Oh. Uh shit. So I have to cancel our world tour again?”
Izzy sits up, stares at the other man with panic-wide eyes until he sees his shit-eating grin. Grabbing his pillow and slapping it over Frenchie's chest, Izzy grouses, “Your sense of humour is the worst.”
Frenchie tries to wrangle the pillow from him, but before it can turn into a pillow-fight, Izzy flops his head onto said pillow, makes himself comfortable on Frenchie's chest. And Frenchie immediately wraps his arms around Izzy again, as if he can't help himself.
“You love my humour, babe, it's excellent,” Frenchie announces overconfidently and Izzy huffs in denial.

WIP snip of the fanfic "Tales from the past", reading: Before he can say something, Frenchie adds, “Got dismissed by a few therapists because I seemed to be okay. Left my home town, travelled a lot. Ended up here, met Wee John while busking. He noticed my anxiety attacks, helped me find a therapist with more experience. Good bloke, that one. Dug deeper than the others, found the mind box. Gave me the tools to siphon shit out so it won't overflow.” “Hm. I'm glad you had help, Frenchie,” Izzy murmurs, then hesitantly asks, “Do you ever... regret leaving your home?” Frenchie laughs quietly. “No. I've never would have been anyone but Francine there. Small towns are the worst, babe, they never forget a thing. But if we ever get to visit my family, I'll show you all my favourite places, tell you all the stories.” Grumbling, Izzy reminds him, “I hate travelling.” He would do it for Frenchie, though, he's pretty fucking sure of that. “Oh. Uh shit. So I have to cancel our world tour again?” Izzy sits up, stares at the other man with panic-wide eyes until he sees his shit-eating grin. Grabbing his pillow and slapping it over Frenchie's chest, Izzy grouses, “Your sense of humour is the worst.” Frenchie tries to wrangle the pillow from him, but before it can turn into a pillow-fight, Izzy flops his head onto said pillow, makes himself comfortable on Frenchie's chest. And Frenchie immediately wraps his arms around Izzy again, as if he can't help himself. “You love my humour, babe, it's excellent,” Frenchie announces overconfidently and Izzy huffs in denial.

sometimes you write fic and you have no idea of a character's backstory until it's suddenly there.

#WIPWednesday snip for "tales of the past"

#transFrenchie #IzzyHands #Ouizzy #ofmd #ofmdfanfic

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Fifth fic for #ofmdkinktober25 !
First time writing Ouizzy! Hope I did it alright
😂Day 21 Clitoral simulator

archiveofourown.org/works/72881746

#ofmdfic #ouizzy

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My #Ouizzy headcanon is that Izzy gives Frenchie a blowjob for the first time and it is transcendental. The lad becomes a sex pest- following close behind him all day, trying to get him alone, groping him in dark corners of the ship, begging for another go.

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It's been a while between #OFMD #TakeTwoTuesday posts, & this week I thought I'd spruik one of my #Ouizzy fics. This one incorporated prompts from a range of generators & events & was my first ever attempt at a time loop fic.

Friday I'm in Love. T-rated, 9.9k.

archiveofourown.org/works/58054498

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A green and yellow plant next to a black and yellow sign that says, “Pollen Season Ahead.” 

~~~ 

Day 5, Part 1: 

The kink dungeon had three small rooms with gloryholes, but Frenchie preferred the one in the middle. He’s able to please and be pleased with two partners due to it having holes on both sides. 

Tonight he’ll be joined by his two friends-with-benefits: John and Izzy. They’ve paid for all three rooms to be private. It’s been a weekly treat for all three men. 

This time, an employee suggested something extra special before the three went into their rooms. They had acquired a special plant with special aphrodisiac pollen. If the men so wished, they could be sprinkled with the pollen to extend their experiences. 

Izzy knew it was a ploy to get them to spend more money since they’d be renting the room for a longer time, but the look in Frenchie’s beautiful eyes was impossible to ignore. The oldest of the three men took out his wallet and paid the employee in cash. 

Frenchie, John, and Izzy were led into their respective rooms and the employee sprinkled a bit of pollen on each man with a latex-gloved hand. The effects were not immediate, so Izzy suspected it was a scam, but he kept his mouth shut. 

It wasn’t until the men had removed their clothes and Izzy and John put on their condoms that they began to feel something. Usually the tallest and shortest of the three would need direct contact with their c*cks to get hard (because of their old age), but both of them were fully erect and throbbing in an instant! 

Frenchie noticed how his friends were hastily pushing through the gloryholes and rushed to lube and stretch his butt for John. He didn’t notice a change in the time it took him to get hard, but he was very needy all of a sudden. His mind began to wander to an old fantasy of his: his friends took what they wanted from him without his consent. 

Izzy and John never had the fantasy before, but something in the pollen made Frenchie share it with them.

A green and yellow plant next to a black and yellow sign that says, “Pollen Season Ahead.” ~~~ Day 5, Part 1: The kink dungeon had three small rooms with gloryholes, but Frenchie preferred the one in the middle. He’s able to please and be pleased with two partners due to it having holes on both sides. Tonight he’ll be joined by his two friends-with-benefits: John and Izzy. They’ve paid for all three rooms to be private. It’s been a weekly treat for all three men. This time, an employee suggested something extra special before the three went into their rooms. They had acquired a special plant with special aphrodisiac pollen. If the men so wished, they could be sprinkled with the pollen to extend their experiences. Izzy knew it was a ploy to get them to spend more money since they’d be renting the room for a longer time, but the look in Frenchie’s beautiful eyes was impossible to ignore. The oldest of the three men took out his wallet and paid the employee in cash. Frenchie, John, and Izzy were led into their respective rooms and the employee sprinkled a bit of pollen on each man with a latex-gloved hand. The effects were not immediate, so Izzy suspected it was a scam, but he kept his mouth shut. It wasn’t until the men had removed their clothes and Izzy and John put on their condoms that they began to feel something. Usually the tallest and shortest of the three would need direct contact with their c*cks to get hard (because of their old age), but both of them were fully erect and throbbing in an instant! Frenchie noticed how his friends were hastily pushing through the gloryholes and rushed to lube and stretch his butt for John. He didn’t notice a change in the time it took him to get hard, but he was very needy all of a sudden. His mind began to wander to an old fantasy of his: his friends took what they wanted from him without his consent. Izzy and John never had the fantasy before, but something in the pollen made Frenchie share it with them.

A hole in what looks like sheet metal with “Try Me” written in white paint under it. 

~~~ 

Day 5, Part 2: 

John tried to fight against the intrusion. He loved Frenchie! He’d never hurt him! 

Frenchie let his mind become fully caught up in the fantasy. This in turn was the straw that pushed the camel’s back. John unwillingly accepted it into his own thoughts. 

Izzy fought for a while, but gave in. He was tired of being ashamed of his dark desires. This was just another of his psyche’s violent fantasies, he figured. He won’t dwell on it later, and he certainly won’t act on it! 

With his mouth watering and his rear prepped, Frenchie took both of his friends’ shafts into his body. All three men’s moans were muffled by the walls. 

Frenchie imagined Izzy forcing himself deep into his throat until he gagged, and Izzy did just that. He imagined John rutting into him like a mindless animal, and John did just that. The pollen blocked any doubt from his mind that his friends were just being rough with him tonight. 

Izzy was unable to stop his impending orgasm. He shook and howled from the intensity of it. He was still hard and needy somehow, so he continued using Frenchie’s throat through the gloryhole. John had a similar experience two rooms down. 

Frenchie took harsh treatment from both men until his body couldn’t handle anything else. After four rounds of intense sex, he removed his mouth from Izzy’s still-c*ming penis and moved his behind before John finished pumping more semen into the condom. 

John’s mind snapped back to reality before Izzy’s. He pulled off his overflowing condom, tied it as best as he could, threw it away, sorted out his clothes, and went to check on the other two. 

Izzy was slowly recovering, pulling off the condom with shaking hands. Frenchie was sitting on the floor, still nude and at peace with the world. 

When Frenchie asked if they could do it all over next week, the other two men immediately looked at him in horror and shouted, “No!”

A hole in what looks like sheet metal with “Try Me” written in white paint under it. ~~~ Day 5, Part 2: John tried to fight against the intrusion. He loved Frenchie! He’d never hurt him! Frenchie let his mind become fully caught up in the fantasy. This in turn was the straw that pushed the camel’s back. John unwillingly accepted it into his own thoughts. Izzy fought for a while, but gave in. He was tired of being ashamed of his dark desires. This was just another of his psyche’s violent fantasies, he figured. He won’t dwell on it later, and he certainly won’t act on it! With his mouth watering and his rear prepped, Frenchie took both of his friends’ shafts into his body. All three men’s moans were muffled by the walls. Frenchie imagined Izzy forcing himself deep into his throat until he gagged, and Izzy did just that. He imagined John rutting into him like a mindless animal, and John did just that. The pollen blocked any doubt from his mind that his friends were just being rough with him tonight. Izzy was unable to stop his impending orgasm. He shook and howled from the intensity of it. He was still hard and needy somehow, so he continued using Frenchie’s throat through the gloryhole. John had a similar experience two rooms down. Frenchie took harsh treatment from both men until his body couldn’t handle anything else. After four rounds of intense sex, he removed his mouth from Izzy’s still-c*ming penis and moved his behind before John finished pumping more semen into the condom. John’s mind snapped back to reality before Izzy’s. He pulled off his overflowing condom, tied it as best as he could, threw it away, sorted out his clothes, and went to check on the other two. Izzy was slowly recovering, pulling off the condom with shaking hands. Frenchie was sitting on the floor, still nude and at peace with the world. When Frenchie asked if they could do it all over next week, the other two men immediately looked at him in horror and shouted, “No!”

Day 5: Sex Pollen & Ravishment Fantasy & Gloryhole

CW: Bottom Cis!Frenchie, Top Cis!Wee John, Top Cis!Izzy, BDSM, Kink Dungeon, Sex Pollen, Gloryholes, Non-Con Fantasy, Mind Control, Dub-Con Oral & Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms

#nsfw #roompeople #weehands #ouizzy #ofmdnsfw #ofmdkinktober25

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“What's this?”
“Uh. Pretty sure that's a piece of paper, babe,” Frenchie states and his eyes flit rapidly over the text.
Izzy barely can contain the urge to roll his eyes in response. “Yes, Frenchie. The point is what's written on it.”
“Words. That's a thing you typically write on paper, no?” The other man tries to snatch the page away, and Izzy hides it behind his back. No chance he's giving this up now when Frenchie tries so hard to squirm his way out of an answer.
“Words that you have written,” Izzy clarifies, then adds, still a bit unsure if he got that right, “about me?”
“Me? Nah. I'm not the strongest writer. Or reader. Complete dyslexic, me. Never written a word in my life, babe.” Frenchie stares at him wide eyed and somehow he looks paler and slightly blushed at the same time.
“Frenchie.”
“Yup, that's my name, right. Frenchie Fry, high as the sky.”
Izzy scowls, stretching onto his tiptoes and inching closer in order to catch a better look at Frenchie's face. His irises look pretty normal-sized, though. “Are you?”
Frenchie doesn't answer, but his hand tries to sneak behind Izzy in order to regain ownership of the suddenly very incriminating page. Izzy bats the hand away, now pretty sure his friend is trying to deflect, to distract him. He's definitely on to something here.
“You wrote a... thing. About me. And I very fucking much would like to know why.”

snip from a fic, reading: “What's this?” “Uh. Pretty sure that's a piece of paper, babe,” Frenchie states and his eyes flit rapidly over the text. Izzy barely can contain the urge to roll his eyes in response. “Yes, Frenchie. The point is what's written on it.” “Words. That's a thing you typically write on paper, no?” The other man tries to snatch the page away, and Izzy hides it behind his back. No chance he's giving this up now when Frenchie tries so hard to squirm his way out of an answer. “Words that you have written,” Izzy clarifies, then adds, still a bit unsure if he got that right, “about me?” “Me? Nah. I'm not the strongest writer. Or reader. Complete dyslexic, me. Never written a word in my life, babe.” Frenchie stares at him wide eyed and somehow he looks paler and slightly blushed at the same time. “Frenchie.” “Yup, that's my name, right. Frenchie Fry, high as the sky.” Izzy scowls, stretching onto his tiptoes and inching closer in order to catch a better look at Frenchie's face. His irises look pretty normal-sized, though. “Are you?” Frenchie doesn't answer, but his hand tries to sneak behind Izzy in order to regain ownership of the suddenly very incriminating page. Izzy bats the hand away, now pretty sure his friend is trying to deflect, to distract him. He's definitely on to something here. “You wrote a... thing. About me. And I very fucking much would like to know why.”

"Tales from the past" #wipwednesday snip: Frenchie saying Frenchie things, Izzy being a bit oblivious (but he's definitely on to something! xD)
Idk why, but confused by his own emotions Izzy is so good to write *pats him gently* <3

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Радуга после шторма - fandom Our Flag Means Death 2025 (team_Our_Flag_Means_Death) - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

'Радуга после шторма', 13к слов, Е, современность, барбершоп-ау; Иззи невольно становится шафером на свадьбе у Эда 🌈

'Rainbow after the storm', 13k words, E, Ouizzy, Gentlbeard modern barbershop au 🌈

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/70734381

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Snip of the fic, reading:
Izzy has no idea why his host continues to insist on getting up with him if he doesn't really need to. First, he had assumed it to be pure politeness, or Frenchie not wanting Izzy to rummage through his stuff. Frenchie had shrugged that off though, emphasising that Izzy should feel at home and that he wouldn't mind at all if Izzy took whatever he needed for the duration of his stay. A stay that was already taking longer than Izzy had it ever intended to be.

He had meant to get out of Frenchie's hair after the first night (well, or after twelve hours of totally knocked out sleep), but when Frenchie heard about Izzy's burst-pipe-wrecked-mouldy-wall situation at home, Frenchie had immediately offered his place. Izzy had been reluctant to accept, insisting he'd better find a motel. There had been a bit of a back and forth, but in the end Frenchie's cheerful 'Greet the bedbugs from me, babe' had put a stop to Izzy's objections. He'd rather share a bed with Frenchie than with the bugs.

Snip of the fic, reading: Izzy has no idea why his host continues to insist on getting up with him if he doesn't really need to. First, he had assumed it to be pure politeness, or Frenchie not wanting Izzy to rummage through his stuff. Frenchie had shrugged that off though, emphasising that Izzy should feel at home and that he wouldn't mind at all if Izzy took whatever he needed for the duration of his stay. A stay that was already taking longer than Izzy had it ever intended to be. He had meant to get out of Frenchie's hair after the first night (well, or after twelve hours of totally knocked out sleep), but when Frenchie heard about Izzy's burst-pipe-wrecked-mouldy-wall situation at home, Frenchie had immediately offered his place. Izzy had been reluctant to accept, insisting he'd better find a motel. There had been a bit of a back and forth, but in the end Frenchie's cheerful 'Greet the bedbugs from me, babe' had put a stop to Izzy's objections. He'd rather share a bed with Frenchie than with the bugs.

Ch4 of "Tales from the past" is up, in which Izzy finds comfort in new routines.
Originally written for the Izzy Hands Bingo prompt 'queer platonic', so this is very fluffy <3

archiveofourown.org/works/701209...

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Snip of the chapter beginning, reading:
Chapter 2: Songs for the New Unicorn
Summary:
After having worked on the renovation site of the New Unicorn for nearly a month, Izzy has some things to process.

Notes:
Written for the Izzy Hands bingo prompt "music".
Thanks a lot to the ofmd ficclub longsprint crew for the helpful band suggestions <3

Chapter Text
It's too silent. It's not a 'total absence of sound' silence - Izzy can hear the low humming of the fridge in the kitchenette, the clinking sound his keys make as he hangs them on the hook next to the door, the crack of his spine as he bends down to open the laces of his work boots. It's a 'one person apartment' silence, that points out there's no one waiting to welcome him home, not even a lazy cat or dog curled up on the bed in the other room.

Snip of the chapter beginning, reading: Chapter 2: Songs for the New Unicorn Summary: After having worked on the renovation site of the New Unicorn for nearly a month, Izzy has some things to process. Notes: Written for the Izzy Hands bingo prompt "music". Thanks a lot to the ofmd ficclub longsprint crew for the helpful band suggestions <3 Chapter Text It's too silent. It's not a 'total absence of sound' silence - Izzy can hear the low humming of the fridge in the kitchenette, the clinking sound his keys make as he hangs them on the hook next to the door, the crack of his spine as he bends down to open the laces of his work boots. It's a 'one person apartment' silence, that points out there's no one waiting to welcome him home, not even a lazy cat or dog curled up on the bed in the other room.

Ch2 of "Tales from the past" is up! Lots of fluff, and some things to process for Izzy.

archiveofourown.org/works/701209...

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Snip from the fic, reading: His gaze flicks over the slightly bigger collection of eighties rock and heavy metal cassette tapes he keeps because his fucking work-van is so old it doesn't have a CD player, less alone the possibility to play anything in a digital format. He smiles to himself, as he remembers the shocked gasp Frenchie's friend Lucius Spriggs had let out when Izzy had mentioned this. Before Izzy could have done anything, the twat had liberated Izzy's phone from him, to 'bless you with the convenience of a streaming app, you dinosaur.' Since then, his trusty and reliable tapes have been collecting dust as well. Recently replaced by a playlist carefully curated by the New Unicorn's renovating crew, to introduce 'the old man' to their favourite music.

Snip from the fic, reading: His gaze flicks over the slightly bigger collection of eighties rock and heavy metal cassette tapes he keeps because his fucking work-van is so old it doesn't have a CD player, less alone the possibility to play anything in a digital format. He smiles to himself, as he remembers the shocked gasp Frenchie's friend Lucius Spriggs had let out when Izzy had mentioned this. Before Izzy could have done anything, the twat had liberated Izzy's phone from him, to 'bless you with the convenience of a streaming app, you dinosaur.' Since then, his trusty and reliable tapes have been collecting dust as well. Recently replaced by a playlist carefully curated by the New Unicorn's renovating crew, to introduce 'the old man' to their favourite music.

Izzy gets a New Unicorn playlist <3
Little #wipwednesday snip for ch2 of "Tales from the past" that hopefully will be posted later today.

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I'm so thrilled to finally share our #ofmdRBB, please give @violetsmith.bsky.social all the love for creating this magical, immersive world <3 I promise, you're going in for such a good read!

archiveofourown.org/works/701240...

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