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hmserebusadjacent · 11 months

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Time away

Part of Ten Days of Izzy Hands week

Izzy Hands x Male Reader (Established Relationship, Both Aromantic Asexual)

Summary: Izzy Hands muses on how at home you look whilst on a holiday to the seaside. Your relationship is reminisced on, and just how close the two of you are and how magical that feels. (Inspired by watching the adaptation of Sense And Sensibility from 2008 and getting swept up in the romance of the cottage used as Barton Cottage. Photos of the cottage can be found on the Hartland Abbey website or by searching on Google).

Word count: 685

Fic link: Time away - Horatio_Hands - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Izzy Hands stands at the doorway of a little cottage on the coast, staring out over the landscape as the sun sets in the distance. In his hand is a cup of tea, the freshly washed laundry hanging on the line and fluttering in the breeze. All he has eyes for is you however, as you wend your way down the path by the stream. Behind you is the start of the rope barrier you had created, the little shells tied to it gently clinking against one another.

Izzy smiles at how at home you look as you tie the rope round the next post and then the next, finishing down near the little pool. You run your hands briefly along the shells for a moment before standing up and stretching, and then your gaze gets captured by the horizon and all its colours. The sigh you let out feels well earned and sweet, one of true relief, born of having nothing to worry about other than enjoying the time you have away with Izzy.

In this little bubble it really does feel like just you and Izzy. The rest of the world feels miles away and it's just the pair of you staying in this magical little cottage where romance fills the air like the sea breeze. It feels like Jane Austen herself could walk out of the lane at the top of the track and curtsey to you both before continuing to wander off in search of inspiration.

It's the kind of place where fireflies hovering in the air wouldn't look amiss, where bats gently circled overhead and fed off of the moths that were attracted to the candles in jars that you left out during dinner. The rooms upstairs are old and weather-beaten and yet they feel so homely with Izzy tucked up with you under the sheets pressing the occasional kiss to your chest. It almost feels like the two of you have eloped, run away from society to be bachelors in arms where a few friends know and keep your secret.

In reality, this is still partly true. Edward knows only a fraction of how much the two of you mean to each other because it is so plainly obvious. But the rest is a mystery to everyone else but you and Izzy and it feels nicer that way. No one else in the world knows of the quiet conversations in the middle of the night about marriage and the future and even the past. The time you cried when Izzy first declared his love for you is hidden like a secret pocket of sugar in a loaf of bread. The words "I will never leave you and I will never stop loving you" pressed into Izzy's chest after a nightmare were heard only by the two of you and the walls of the house the words were spoken in.

So many happy secrets. And between you, this house would remain a secret too.

No, neither you nor Izzy would talk about your weeks away when you returned to the normal world. The cottage wouldn't be mentioned, and neither would the little stream that ran down to the sea. The little bench on top of the headland that gave perfect views of the bay and the cottage. The little cave that you and Izzy had traded passionate kisses in, giggling afterwards at the water that had dripped down onto you both from the roof up above. The rooms upstairs where Izzy had taken you gently into his arms and made you feel well and truly treasured.

And in return, the only thing you would leave behind would be the shells tied to a string. Continuing a tradition started long ago perhaps by other world weary lovers who came to this magical place to escape. The shells would wave in the sea breeze, and the rope would mark the way down to the shore and the beach, where all time seemed to pass in a slow but lovely haze.

This place was definitely magical alright. And so were you and Izzy.

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hmserebusadjacent · 11 months

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Cupid

Part of Ten Days of Izzy Hands week

Izzy Hands x Male Reader (Established Friendship, Both Aromantic Asexual)

Summary: you catch Izzy dancing by himself in the kitchen, joining him shortly afterwards as you muse on how much you adore your friendship with him. Inspired by Cupid by Fifty Fifty.

Word count: 436

Fic link: Cupid - Horatio_Hands - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Izzy rarely danced around other people. You could understand why, given you didn't do it for the same reason: the mortifying ordeal of being perceived.

But when the two of you were alone, you saw a different side of Izzy that quite liked dancing just for the fun of it. He would offer you his hand and pull you in for a dance straight out of a regency drama, or you would find him tapping his foot and shaking his hips to a dance he could hear on the radio.

Recently, you had caught perhaps the cutest instance of Izzy dancing yet. You had left your phone connected to the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen whilst you popped upstairs to change your clothes, allowing the music to take Izzy on an adventure. When you came back downstairs, a song that had got stuck in your head ages ago from a TikTok trend was softly flowing out from behind the kitchen door. You had even tried to learn the dance, showing it to Izzy as he watched you with rapt if confused attention.

When you peeked inside the room a moment later Izzy was standing over the stove gently stirring something in a pot as he danced by himself. You watched as he smiled and let go of the spoon, even performing a few of the little dance moves to himself with a very fond smile, looking very pleased with himself when he got them all right.

In all honesty, you couldn't just stand there and watch the man dance by himself. So into the kitchen you emerged, pretending to fire a Cupid's arrow at his chest whilst dancing away. Izzy looked shocked for a split second before he pretended to be impacted by the force of the arrow, clutching at his chest with faked motions of pain before swooning delicately. The whole thing was so cute that your own heart felt like it had been struck by one of Cupid's arrows all over again.

The two of you spent the rest of the time the song was playing gently dancing in each other's spaces, with Izzy taking your hand for a pretend little waltz toward the end.

Izzy Hands was genuinely one of the sweetest people you had ever met, and the two of you just vibed so perfectly together. You honestly couldn't imagine a world where you didn't get to do stuff like this with your best friend nearly every day. Where you could dance and hug and just be open with each other.

Life was pretty perfect with Izzy Hands around. Truly and utterly.

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hmserebusadjacent · 11 months

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Today when I uploaded my 10 days of Izzy Hands fic I realised that it took my total of uploaded fics on AO3 to 101. What a milestone to reach in just under two years.

Sure the Terror related fics were amazing to write and upload, but it has been the Izzy Hands ones that have helped me to grow and to better understand myself. It makes me so happy to proudly put Aromantic Asexual Izzy Hands in the tags and to know a portion of me is represented through him.

I know I'm not stopping with the Izzy Hands content any time soon, and I love how much joy he brings me in what has been a struggle of a year so far.

Just some soppy thoughts whilst I hug myself and imagine Izzy saying he is proud of me to back up my own quieter voice saying the same thing.

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hmserebusadjacent · 11 months

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Early mornings

Part of Ten Days of Izzy Hands week

Izzy Hands x Male Reader (Established Relationship, Both Aromantic Asexual)

Set in the word of Thedas, the setting of the Dragon Age games.

Summary: One early morning, you muse on how much you are willing to do to keep Izzy Hands safe as you cuddle up with him in bed.

Word count: 482

Fic link: Early Mornings - Horatio_Hands - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Sunlight was creeping in between the gaps in the curtains. The fire had long since gone out, not even smoke going up the chimney. All was quiet and still in the Inquisitor's quarters.

There was a massive advantage to both you and Izzy waking up early like you had always done on the Queen Anne and that was no one else was up yet. It felt like just you two in your own little world as Izzy stretched and turned over to face you, face breaking out into a very soft smile.

"Morning", you whispered as you smoothed some hair out of your lover's face, bopping his nose afterwards just to hear Izzy's morning voice form a chuckle.

"Morning, love", he whispered back, reaching between them to grab hold of one of your hands, pressing a kiss to it and then holding onto it firmly. "You are especially beautiful this morning."

You made a happy little noise, hiding a yawn behind your hand.

"Flatterer. That's one of your many advantages: I know you always mean it."

Izzy nodded, bringing his lover's hand to his cheek.

"Always, love. Why waste words when love is hard won?"

You grinned, snuggling closer into the burrow of warmth and closer to your beloved.

"Spoken like a true pirate."

The other man made a contented little noise, going even further with the snuggling by tucking himself under your chin.

"A benefit of being a true pirate is getting moments like this before your advisors take you away from me."

"Agreed", you mused as you ran a hand through Izzy's soft hair. It was in moments like this that you could have sworn Izzy purred like a very happy cat. "Although they do feed us well. Whilst someone else has that kind of money, we may as well use it."

Izzy scoffed a triumphant laugh, pressing a kiss to his lover's chest.

"That's my boy."

"Always", you agreed, wrapping your arms more tightly around your lover. "You're never getting rid of me. End of the world or not."

You were right in that you were incredibly determined to see this through and to save the world in the progress. Who would have known that a pirate could become the Herald of Andraste and the Inquisitor, a beacon of hope to people who thought you uncouth and wild? In the end though, none of the masses of people who flocked to the Inquisitor's banner mattered to you. Sure you had made friends within your inner circle, Dorian Pavus being the closest of them all.

No, the main reason why you fought so damned hard to save the world was to save the man in your arms, and to keep him safe from all harm. Because you loved Izzy Hands most of all, and you would never ever let him go or let him forget how truly loved he was.

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hmserebusadjacent · 11 months

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In love

Part of Ten Days of Izzy Hands week

Izzy Hands x Male Reader (Developing Relationship then Established Relationship, both Aromantic Asexual)

Summary: Izzy muses on how there was no panic when he realised he was in love with you, and that everything felt right and honest.

Word count: 284

Fic link: In Love - Horatio_Hands - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

If there was a singular defining moment in which Izzy Hands realised he was in love with you, then he struggled to pinpoint just the one. There were so many, from walking into the kitchen and hearing you sing a love song for the first time, or watching you smile at a cat as the sunlight caught your hair and face in just the right way.

But Izzy was different from other people in that there wasn't a grinding sense of panic when he realised his feelings. Sure he panicked because he thought that you might not feel the same way, but we all know how that turned out.

No, most people when they realised they were in love with someone thought it was too soon. People who met for a relationship and didn't have any history before that. But with you and Izzy it was wildly different.

So many years of friendship, so many treasured moments. Izzy felt no panic because the love felt well earned, like he had known you for long enough and had seen all of you so how could he not fall in love with you? He had been granted so much access to your inner mind, your soul and your heart. How could he not love you?

So when you both sang the song Accidentally In Love it was with fondness. Your shared love had been built, sculpted, curated, mended and treasured. There had never been any true fear, no panic, no cries for help to the universe.

Just acceptance of something beautiful and tender. Just the way it should be. And neither of you could imagine things any other way.

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Ship-ward bound

Part of Ten Days of Izzy Hands week

Izzy Hands x Male Reader (Established Friendship, Both Aromantic Asexual)

Summary: On a trip to a historical dockyard, you muse on how nice it is to indulge Izzy in his special interest and to make sure that he is always listened to on topics that make him happy.

Word count: 386

Fic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47833684

You thought you enjoyed going to historic dockyards. You loved seeing all of the old ships, touching their outer hulls and imagining the sights they had seen. You loved watching the flags wave in the wind, soaking up the atmosphere as the gulls called over your head.

And then you went to one with Izzy Hands. And you realised that even your enthusiasm was being given a run for its money. He had a whole list of facts for the ships he was really interested in, even impressing the nearby tour guides which made you smile with pride. Izzy pointed out details that others might miss, giving you your chance to wow him with facts too. Even then, in the midst of all that, you still managed to surprise him when you pressed your hand against the aged wood of the walls or a wooden table and said "hello, sweetie."

On the upper deck you sometimes found him staring out at the view, lost in time as he too perhaps imagined what a view the former occupants of this vessel had seen. Imagining how different the world was back then and how some things really hadn’t changed that much at all. On the lower decks he ran his gloved hands over the bannisters and fake canons to get a feel of them, to almost feel the life that once would have emanated beneath his hands.

After you'd gone round the whole ship, Izzy had taken you aside and looked very serious for a moment.

"Thank you for indulging me", he had said very fondly, and you could tell he truly meant it. Rarely in his life had people indulged Izzy in his special interests, but now he had you in his life he need never go unheard again.

"It's my pleasure. You're a really interesting person, Iz."

Then you had smiled and doffed your hat at him, making him laugh.

"My Captain."

He had held out his arm and you had taken it with a grin.

"Then let this Captain take his first mate out for dinner, no strings attached."

You had said yes quicker to that suggestion than you had to most things in your life up until that point.

You were so very glad to have Izzy Hands in your life. You really were.

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hmserebusadjacent · 1 year

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Light

Part of the Ten Days of Izzy Hands week

Izzy Hands x Male Reader (Developing Friendship, Established Friendship, Developing Relationship, Established Relationship, Both Aromantic Asexual)

Summary: Izzy muses on how you brought a light into his barren room and his life with your presence, making him crave you and the comfort you bring.

Word count: 384

Fic link: Light - Horatio_Hands - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

So often Izzy had sat at the desk in his room and stared at the blank walls. Gaze travelling over his dresser, roving over the chest where he kept his clothes, over the bed that had seen so many of his nightmares and sleepless nights.

It all looked so empty.

Izzy had been used to that emptiness.

Until one day it felt like he looked up and you had appeared. It was like he had fallen asleep one day a few weeks ago at his desk and then woken up and found you there in his room. Walking in with a smile and a cup of tea, or walking out and giving him a little wave. Standing there reading a report of the stores on the Queen Anne or determinedly trying to fix one of his shirts.

Suddenly the room didn't feel quite so empty. It happened so gradually and that was why Izzy felt like he had suddenly woken up to find you in his space. The room felt a little lighter, and it wasn't just because you had gifted Izzy some of your candles to make his life a little easier. It was also in the little pebbles and shells that you had gifted him, now lined up along a shelf that had been bare and had just gathered dust before.

It was amazing how much Izzy valued your presence and then began to crave it. He invited you into his cabin more often, offered to teach you card and dice tricks so you wouldn't be tricked out of your coin anymore. You brought him books and read to him and what amazed Izzy was that you seemed to have no idea how adoringly the old pirate looked at you.

There was a light to you that brightened even the darkest rooms, especially ones in his heart that he had long ago closed the doors of and thrown away the key.

"Light of my life", was what Izzy sometimes called you later down the line, and every time he said it you blushed and it only made your light shine brighter.

"Man of my heart and soul", you called Izzy in return, and he wondered just what he had done in his life to earn the openness of both parts of you.

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hmserebusadjacent · 1 year

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Inner child

Part of Ten Days of Izzy Hands week

Izzy Hands x Male Reader (Established Friendship, both Aromantic Asexual)

Summary: Izzy muses on how much you have helped to heal his inner child when he had previously thought it to be an impossible task.

Word count: 550

Fic link: Inner child - Horatio_Hands - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Izzy's inner child had been rattling the bars of his ribcage for years. Crying out, being denied warmth and acceptance for years, and the teenager that protected him had almost definitely left bruises on Izzy's heart too.

For some reason that Izzy himself couldn't quite fathom, both of them seemed to notice you when you arrived. They stopped, stared out through the bars, even smiled a little bit. Maybe they had known just how important you would become to their grown up self in the coming years even before Izzy himself knew.

Even from the start, you did things that made Izzy's inner people feel safe. When Izzy let you get close, you did even more. Something as simple as taking a walk in the park with him and pointing out the birds made kid Izzy jump up and down with glee, and when a butterfly had flown from a flower and landed on your hair even adult Izzy had been spellbound and excited.

You made Izzy hot chocolates with cream and marshmallows, making sure to add chocolate sprinkles and give him a wink afterwards as if you knew that his inner child was watching.

When you went to the beach one time you encouraged Izzy to forage in the sand with you to look for nice shells and pebbles, comparing them afterwards and trading them like merchants at a market. In a moment of inhibition, Izzy used a discarded bucket to make a sandcastle, placing your best shell on top as a makeshift flag. The look in your eyes afterwards had made the whole thing worthwhile, as had been the entire village of buildings you both made, each with their own signature shell or pebble on top.

It even spread as far as building Lego sets with each other, and knitting you little cuddly animals did wonders for Izzy's inner child as well as his adult self. Just little everyday things did wonders, made Izzy feel connected to parts of himself that had long felt cold and barren.

Even in the bigger things you were always there. When Izzy had begged you not to leave him and this friendship after a horrible week and an even worse nightmare, you had placed a hand on the man's heart and sworn that you weren't going anywhere. As Izzy cried afterward he could imagine feeling the warmth from your hand travelling through his chest to comfort the little boy huddled inside, bringing a smile to his face even if it didn't stop his tears.

Izzy of the more recent past would have scoffed if the present Izzy would have told him that healing your inner child wasn’t something therapists made up and was actually possible. He would have been even more confused that someone else had taken enough of a chance on Izzy Hands and stuck around for long enough to actually help him achieve this goal.

Izzy of the past and present didn’t like admitting being wrong, but this was one thing that present Izzy was happy to have been wrong about on so many accounts. He still had stuff to learn of course, and that was ok. He wouldn’t always be perfect, but at least now he knew that the younger versions of himself would be there for him too.

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hmserebusadjacent · 1 year

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Parallel play

Part of Ten Days of Izzy Hands week

Izzy Hands x Male Reader (Established relationship, both Aromantic Asexual)

Summary: You talk about how important parallel play (doing things adjacent to each other in the same space) and acceptance is to the pair of you as neurodivergent people.

Word count: 449

Fic link: Parallel play - Horatio_Hands - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Parallel play hadn't really existed in your life until Izzy came along. Then the two of you seemed to gravitate towards it naturally when you spent time alone together in the beginning of your friendship and then it became a permanent fixture. Sometimes there were times when you had no words for each other, simply needed to be in each other's company.

On the sofa you would sit, with a video game on the TV for you and your headphones over the ear that wasn't facing Izzy. Next to you, close enough that your thighs would be touching would be Izzy reading a book or knitting. Perfectly cohabiting the other's space, both doing different things that the other couldn't do.

Sometimes you would pause your game and press a kiss to Izzy's cheek, and he would smile and lean into your touch. Maybe you would share a tender kiss on the lips before you would rest your head on his shoulder, content to be mesmerised by the movement of his hands or drift off into the words he read to you.

Sometimes he would reach across and put a hand on your thigh and squeeze, pressing butterfly kisses to your cheek before nuzzling up next to your neck or shoulder. On a rare occasion he would ask if he could try and play the game you were playing, making you feel especially fond with how seriously he took the experience.

Both of you had found so few people in your lives before this point that understood the lens through which you saw the world, so finding each other and falling into step so easily had seemed like a miracle. Someone had once said to you that to the right person, the person who understood you completely, your neurodivergence would never be too much, would never be off putting or too much to handle. Even in friendship, Izzy Hands had proved that so many times over and in his moments of quiet vulnerability he said that he was amazed and glad that his whole being was thoroughly accepted by you. He was never too much, you always listened to him and heard him out and tried to understand him and he did just the same for you.

Some people just seem to be cut from the same cloth but from different corners, and that was how it felt with you and Izzy. You didn’t complete each other and you didn’t need to, but your corners were of the same make and thus you complimented each other wonderfully. You wouldn’t have it any other way and neither would Izzy.

A match made in heaven, in the truest and most beautiful sense.

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hmserebusadjacent · 1 year

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Sleepless nights

Part of Ten Days of Izzy Hands week

Izzy Hands x Male Reader (Developing friendship, both Aromantic Asexual)

Summary: You muse on sleepless nights with Izzy and how they have brought you closer together.

Word count: 372

Fic link: Sleepless nights - Horatio_Hands - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Sleepless nights. Everyone on the Queen Anne had them every once in a while. But you had them more than others. Escaping the kind of life you did, it was no surprise.

But the other person who you most frequently met on those lonely nights was Izzy Hands. Sure, during some of them he was on night watch anyway, so you merely shared the space. But on others you both had a slightly haunted look in your eyes from sleep being so close but not close enough to grasp.

The first couple of times you didn't talk. You were too frazzled and Izzy kept his distance, keeping an eye on you the whole time.

But then the next time you were surprised when Izzy invited you over to stand beside him. Neither of you talked all that much, but the feeling of solidarity was nice.

Over time you both started talking a little bit more. Nonsense things, little stories, all that kind of stuff. Izzy didn't contribute much but listened to you with an interested expression. On one night in particular, you talked about your favourite colour. You didn't know what made you think of it, but you spun stories of how you could find that colour in so many parts of nature. Izzy had offered you a small smile at the end of it, and that felt momentous.

Even more momentous though was when you were on night watch about a week later and Izzy joined you on deck to while away some time before he attempted to sleep again. During a lull in the conversation Izzy amazed you by saying:

"My favourite colour is the colour of the sea."

You had grinned, delighted that he had remembered the conversation and even more amazed that he had shared a little personal detail with you. You wondered how many other people in the world knew what Izzy Hands's favourite colour was.

"Thank you for that, Izzy. I'm glad you're here with me."

Izzy's cheeks flushed, and you could see a smile threatening to break out on his mouth. After about a second he let the smile settle, and the look of honest relief on the man's face was beautiful.

"You too, lad."

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hmserebusadjacent · 11 months

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Maybe the next couple of times I do an Izzy Hands x Reader event, I should just do loads of five day ones? I feel like the algorithm gods better handle five days, plus it's less pressure on me.

Although I'm also of a mind to just post when I have the stories? Maybe I've run the event idea into the ground entirely.

Opinions appreciated so I can better understand what other people think works x

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When September Ends

Part of Ten Days of Izzy Hands week

Izzy Hands x Male Reader (Developing friendship, both Aromantic Asexual)

Summary: Izzy muses on the time he found you singing early on in your friendship and how it brought you both closer together. (Inspired by listening to Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day at 1 am).

Word count: 421 (excluding song lyrics)

Fic link: When September Ends - Horatio_Hands - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Sometimes in life people just got a very real sense of people in moments that they weren't expecting.

Such a moment happened when Izzy heard you singing in the kitchen when you thought he wasn't listening. You'd finished making your drink and were just staring out of the window, lost in the mists of time.

Here comes the rain again

Falling from the stars

Drenched in my pain again

Becoming who we are

Suddenly Izzy was transported back to his teenage bedroom, posters haphazardly plastered all over the walls. Gently tinkling away on a guitar in the quiet of night, silent tears streaming down his cheeks. Further forwards in time, he saw a younger version of himself hearing this song for the first time and learning the chords to it within a matter of days.

When Izzy looked at your reflection he could see such childhood loneliness, the feeling like no one might ever understand you and you would be doomed to spend your whole life alone.

Before Izzy even really processed what he was doing, he had tiptoed away and come back with his guitar. He did a quick test of the strings before beginning to play the tune you were both familiar with, starting just at the bar you had started from.

Wake me up when September ends

You stumbled a moment as the tune filtered through to you, carrying on singing as you sought out the source of the noise. When you finally laid your eyes on Izzy your gaze immediately softened, part of your mind still traversing memories but the rest was here being comforted.

Summer has come and passed

The innocent can never last

Instead of letting you sing alone this time, Izzy drew a deep breath in and collected his courage.

Wake me up when September Ends

You both ended up singing the rest of the song together with Izzy adding the backing music, only reaching silence when the last note of the guitar continued to ring out.

As you stared at each other, some kind of understanding had been reached. That of kinship, sympathy, shared pain and trauma from a time that both of you tried to forget.

Bravely, you had offered Izzy Hands a hug and Izzy had bravely accepted it, allowing his own feelings to be smoothed away by the strokes of your hands against his back. From that point on, both of you had different memories associated with that song and could tolerate it more easily.

It didn't entirely remove the pain, but nothing ever does. Instead, it gave the song a new perspective, a new memory to form a light in the dark.

The summer would come and go and September would end. But you would always have each other.

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Izzy Hands x Male Reader masterlist

Here we are: a master list for all of my past and future Izzy Hands x Male Reader fics all in one tidy and neat place :)

Five Days of Izzy Hands

Saturn + A03 link

Summary: Izzy remarks on the way you have made him see how magical and wondrous the night sky is and how equally amazing your relationship is too.

Glad you're here + AO3 link

Summary: The development of the phrase "I'm glad you're here" through the lens of your growing relationship with Izzy Hands

Words + AO3 link

Summary: After a long day Izzy seeks you out and takes care of you when you have no more words left to speak.

Sunset filtered + AO3 link

Summary: The setting sun makes you reminisce on your time with Izzy Hands.

Little intimacies + AO3 link

Summary: You muse on the little parts that make up Izzy Hands that Izzy has let you see over the years.

Seven Days of Izzy Hands

Listening + AO3 link

Summary: Izzy Hands chooses you as his dance partner at a Regency ball to get Edward off his back, and finds in you the hope that had been missing from his life for years.

Growing old + AO3 link

Summary: You muse on how nice it would be to grow old with Izzy Hands.

Made me think of you + AO3 link

Summary: Izzy appreciates how you bring him to life just by thinking about him and keeping him in your thoughts. Inspired by listening to Wings by Birdy.

Hero + AO3 link

Summary: Izzy Hands muses on how odd it was to find out that he was your hero, and how it really mattered to him later on.

Enchanted to be with you + AO3 link

Summary: You muse on how if you ever needed to, you would let Izzy Hands go. Comparing that with the brilliance of never needing to let him go ever again. Inspired by Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

This moment will be + AO3 link

Summary: Izzy Hands muses on how not everything can be alright, but this moment will be.

One dance + AO3 link

Summary: Izzy Hands chooses you as his dance partner at a Regency ball to get Edward off his back, and finds in you the hope that had been missing from his life for years.

(If you want to see the dance this fic is referencing, type Emma 2009 dance scene into YouTube. I'm a fan of Jane Austen and adaptations of her works, what can I say?)

Ten Days of Izzy Hands

Sleepless nights + AO3 link

Summary: You muse on sleepless nights with Izzy and how they have brought you closer together.

Parallel play + AO3 link

Summary: You talk about how important parallel play (doing things adjacent to each other in the same space) and acceptance is to the pair of you as neurodivergent people.

When September Ends + AO3 link

Inner child + AO3 link

Summary: Izzy muses on how much you have helped to heal his inner child when he had previously thought it to be an impossible task.

Light + AO3 link

Summary: Izzy muses on how you brought a light into his barren room and his life with your presence, making him crave you and the comfort you bring.

Ship-ward bound + AO3 link

Summary: On a trip to a historical dockyard, you muse on how nice it is to indulge Izzy in his special interest and to make sure that he is always listened to on topics that make him happy.

In Love + AO3 link

Summary: Izzy muses on how there was no panic when he realised he was in love with you, and that everything felt right and honest.

Early mornings + AO3 link

Summary: One early morning, you muse on how much you are willing to do to keep Izzy Hands safe as you cuddle up with him in bed.

Cupid + AO3 link

Summary: you catch Izzy dancing by himself in the kitchen, joining him shortly afterwards as you muse on how much you adore your friendship with him. Inspired by Cupid by Fifty Fifty.

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A New Hope for Five Days of Izzy Hands

Notes

Summary: A walk through of the notes Izzy Hands has kept, all written by you.

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One more

Summary: Izzy Hands muses on the expedition you both find yourselves trapped on in the cold Arctic, of how he just wanted to keep you both safe and happy.

Inspired entirely by my ongoing obsession with AMC's The Terror and the Franklin Expedition, and the want to combine those things with my beloved Izzy Hands.

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Sea shanties

Summary: Izzy yearns for you and the community you create with your lute and your voice, rejoicing when he can be a part of that world.

Lyrics (in italics) used are from Santiano by Santiano and from Roll The Old Chariot Along.

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When the night changes

Summary: So many snippets of conversations on your journey of strangers to friends to lovers with Izzy Hands.

Izzy's words are in bold.

Reader's words are in italics.

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Photograph

Summary: A moment on a walk with Izzy Hands in the woods, where Izzy wants to celebrate your beauty.

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General

Paradise + AO3 link

Summary: You and Izzy dance in the kitchen to Paradise by Coldplay as you muse on how accepting Izzy has been of your transition and of you in general and just how much you love. (Trans masc/genderqueer reader, mentions of testosterone and HRT, dysphoria, queer platonic relationships, queer joy)

Now That I See You + AO3 link

Summary: Inspired by I See The Light from Tangled. You are determined to prove that Izzy can be treated properly on his birthday, and the events of the evening bring about your feelings for each other.

I won't say I'm in love + AO3 link

Summary: Inspired by the song of the same name from the film Hercules. A very odd dream in which your friends on the Queen Anne sing to you and eventually persuade you to reveal your feelings for Izzy Hands.

You're still you + AO3 link

Summary: "Despite everything, you are still you." You muse on how much you love Izzy for who he is, and that despite everything that has happened to the pair of you, you are still both yourselves.

Little acts of love + AO3 link

Summary: Little acts of love that Izzy gives you in public because he adores you.

Domesticity + AO3 link

Summary: Izzy wants to care for you, always. And acts of domesticity now feel all the more special when done with you or for you.

First person + AO3 link

Summary: Izzy Hands is your first person, the one who shares all of your joys and other life news first before anyone else. And Izzy loves it so very much.

Love him forever + AO3 link

Summary: The promises you made to Izzy over the years to love him forever.

Let me come home + AO3 link

Summary: Izzy remembers how at home he feels with you, and the defining moment where he realised that you were his home.

Five Days of Izzy Hands Strikes Back

I like taking care of you

Summary: Izzy Hands admits that he likes taking care of you.

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Bath

Summary: Izzy Hands muses on his reluctance to take baths due to memories of dysphoria, but decides to try and move on from the past so he can relax with you.

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So this is Christmas

Summary: You and Izzy bond over how difficult you find the festive period, and you both realise how much you mean to each other even though you haven't known each other that long.

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Home

Summary: A continuation from my story One Dance, a Regency AU. You and Izzy are firm friends and you have started to question whether Izzy might feel as strongly as you do, leading to an almost confession of feelings.

One Dance can be found here if you want to catch up on the first part of the story.

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Good boy

Summary: You realise how much Izzy Hands likes being praised by you.

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