#Gerard Keay fanfic

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Commission for @sieveyourtea for the fic "Blood of the Covenant"! Thank you for the support!

[americanoddysey]

GERRY. GERRY ARE YOU /J OR /SRS?!?!?!?!

chapter 26 of A Fresh Pair of Eyes is up!

[driedlillies]

TMA au but it’s just Gerry posting insane things like “here’s *another piece of his art which is super impressive* sorry it took so long I was in prison” and “hey I haven’t been active for two months I was tracking down a cult got into a fight with a member and we both landed in a hospital (he died but that was not because of the fight)” and his comments are just people spamming “WHO ARE YOU???”

[regainingparadise]

I have read so many Gerry Keay fics where he comes back to life and says something like "you promised you'd burn the page!" all angry and sad before realizing that he's alive.

And I will happily read so many more with that exact same narrative beat. A+ angst every time.

[blububbie]

I've read three fics now where Michael straight up EATS Gerry's cigarette. Is this an accepted headcanon within the community? Do I need to include this in my fanfic for validity?

[gerrydelano]

Epilogue for the Pharos By Right series

Title: Seven Years Rating: G Chapters: 1 / 1 Words: 4k Characters: Gerry Keay, Tim Stoker, Sasha James, Jon Sims, Martin Blackwood (mentioned), Danny Stoker (mentioned), Adelard Dekker (mentioned)

Relationships: Gerry/Tim

Additional Tags: Archivist!Gerry, Canon Divergence, DID/EDS/POTS/Wheelchair User Gerry, Transfem Gerry (she/her), HoH Tim, Jewish Jon, Jewish Adelard, Post-Apocalypse

Summary:

There is nothing left of the Archivist. He’s free. The end is not the end. The world is awake. I love you.

Or: Life finds a way.

[pigeons-with-jello]

I shall never acknowledge mag 167 as canon because that means that gerard keay never met michael shelley, he was an archival assistant with some bitch named emma and another named sarah like girlie what about gerry okay they gotta know each other they gotta :[[[

[theokusgallery]

Hello hi ! Class doodles of what I imagine Gerry and Michael specifically from @thelibrarybat's Break Me Like A Pattern look like ! Pre-everything Michael, post-fic Gerry (it's not a small change, mind you, but there's a bit about him doing his best to hide his brain surgery scar, so I like to imagine he wears a black beanie.)

[psychadelic-psyuicide]

Two chapters into writing my DoorKeay fic inspired by @podcast-hemocytoblast's post about Michael coming back to the archives after being distorted, will post some quotes for y'all soon :)

[artsybi]

Keep Your Head Up, Nothing Lasts Forever

i can't believe this is the first piece of tma fic i'm publishing, but also it's very on brand for me, i can admit that lmao

(and no this isn't the longfic i was polling for formatting on, this is, if you can believe it, an entirely different longfic. yeah i know, im not sure how i ended up here either.)

i've got SO many plans for this fic, hope y'all enjoy :3

Summary:

Gerry wakes up. It's March of 2012 and Gerry wakes up. He's not dead anymore, shoved five years back into the past and back into his living, breathing, 24 year old body, and he realizes that this is a do-over. There are a lot of things he'd like to fix.

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Commission for @artificialdaydreamer, for the fic "Fragments of a Rewritten Future"

Thank you for the support!

[americanoddysey]

new power alert!

[vieramars]

I might have free time for these in a couple of wks

[regainingparadise]

Gerry's "(softly) Yeah, I'm sorry" / "I said I was sorry!" thing has been living rent free in my brain, because I think it actually says so much about his history with Mary.

I mean, overall, he's a lot more at ease here with Gertrude than he's ever been in described interactions with statement-givers. He's free from his mother's abuse, and while he doesn't fully trust Gertrude (and she certainly doesn't trust him enough to share a good portion of what she knows), in this scene overall it's apparent that they have a reasonably comfortable dynamic.

But this moment, Gertrude scolding him and Gerry switching back and forth between defensive and apologetic? I can't help but feel like this is him falling back to a dynamic he had with Mary. He was always a disappointment, he was always trying to find a way to avoid her anger.

He has spent so much of his life "in trouble" with his mother, that he can't really handle it emotionally when Gertrude berates him.

But in fact, Gertrude isn't Mary. Mary wouldn't "say no more about it," but Gertrude can recognize Gerry's trauma response, the trapped desperation in "I said I was sorry!" And she lets it go.

On a related note, this kind of parallel of Gerry & Mary with Gerry & Gertrude was in my brain when I wrote my latest Gerry fic

Psychologists called the phenomenon learned helplessness. An animal subjected to stressors from which they could not escape, would eventually give up trying to escape altogether.

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"And in the end, it was Gertrude who saved me. She came to me when I was desperate, nowhere to go, and she offered to help. I just had to make sure I took the book while my mum was fading, and brought it to her, and then she would free me."

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Gertrude visits a desperate Gerard at Pinhole Books

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Category: Gen

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Relationships: Gerard Keay & Gertrude Robinson; Gerard Keay & Mary Keay

Characters: Gertrude Robinson; Gerard Keay; Mary Keay

Additional Tags: Mary Keay's A+ Parenting; POV Gertrude Robinson; Angst

[blububbie]

3 full chapters of my DoorKeay fic done, do I post??? Inspired by a tumblr post I saw about Michael going back to work after getting eaten by the spiral

Here's a snippet from chapter 3 if you're interested :) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“It upsets you.” It spoke, somehow too quiet and too loud, like a whisper played through a bass boosted speaker.

Gerard’s eyebrow ticked.

“Huh?” “It upsets you, Bookburner. Michael’s being. Twisted and turned. Changed.”

It sounded introspective. As if the creature was just discovering that Gerard had complex emotions and feelings about the situation. The ever-present smile and melodic tone leant itself to amusement, but there was SOMETHING in those words that Gerard felt ran deeper than that. He gritted his teeth. It upset him? His coworker was practically murdered by his boss, and now this creature, this CONCEPT, this thing that had no idea what a human even WAS, picked him back up and started puppeting him like a body for…what? For fun?

“Bet you’d just LOVE it if I was. You’d just giggle yourself shitless if I was grieving, huh?” Gerard expected a delighted response, a screechy giggle, a confirmation of the delight that The Distortion would experience at his misery. Instead, it was standing before he could register the movement, stepping its long, spidery legs back towards the yellow door. Gerard just…stared. It never broke eye contact as it opened the door, stepping inside and straightening up, now fitting perfectly in the wooden frame with no hunching whatsoever. “Goodbye, Bookburner.” It tremored in a voice that had spikes, that raked across Gerard’s neck like teeth.

“Stay the fuck away from Michael’s apartment-” Gerard snapped as the door swung shut, cutting him off before he could finish commanding The Distortion.

He sighed. And took in another deep, rattling breath. And sighed again. And then, he picked up the empty can of beer and hurled it into the wall, matching the loud clatter of the metal with a frustrated yell. Gerard ran a hand over his face and through his hair, collapsing back down onto the couch full of too many feelings to drink away.

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[melandrops]

Chapter: 6/6

Wordcount: 150,701

Summary:

He can make it another hour. It’s only an hour. Gerard has got to get used to long drives, if he’s going to try and find somewhere to live. Mary’s ghost followed him so far, and she might yet follow him down the way to DC. He’d had three blissful days of rest before she found him, screaming about what he had done to her. It took him another week to get going, to find a car and leave.

She hasn’t found him yet. But Gerard doesn’t know how long that will last. He doesn’t want to stop and find out.

After the suicide of his mother, Gerard Keay finds himself haunted by her ghost.