#complete fanfic

[icarusredwings]

Not updating this anymore so it's considered complete :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58478449/chapters/148968769

Thinking about... is a random compile of ideas that I have had. There's 41 different prompts/mini stories and honestly some are good, others are great. Some (To me)? Not so much.

If there's any posts specifically you want added to this series so it doesn't get lost in tumblr forever, let me know!

[aidaran-alha]

Finally finished!

I can���t believe I don’t have any more chapters to post. It’s such a bittersweet feeling, to let go of a fic after working so hard on it for such a long time.

Chapters: 42/42 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Summary:

Heaven is so high up that once you’re there, Aziraphale realizes the only way out is to fall.

In an attempt to stop the apocalypse once more, he steals the Book of Life and The Messiah's soul, placing him back on Earth as Adam’s brother. Now suspended somewhere between falling and fallen, Aziraphale needs help from the only one he can trust to navigate his new life. The same demon he rejected a lifetime ago.

Despite how they parted, Crowley can't turn his back on the aching angel, working through his pain and heartache as they slowly inch towards one another, acting on millennia of bottled-up feelings and desire.

The only problem? Adam’s powers are still alive, and he wants everybody to have their “happy ever after” in his town.

Or else.

@goodomensafterdark​

[theromanticscrooge]

It's done! The entirety of "Not Quite an Elevator Pitch" is up on A03.

Synopsis:

Professor Venomous is back in Lakewood Plaza Turbo and ready to get back to more 'mundane' villainy. It should have been as easy as return to Earth, move back into Boxmore, and start scheming again. Instead, he's still trying to figure out what he wants to do next as well as trying to find himself. Then he gets stuck in an elevator with the last person he expected but it's the reality check he absolutely needed.

I set the rating as Teen and up for slightly suggestive scenes and one scene involving body horror.

[currentlyreadingawesomefanfics]

Somnolent Act One is officially complete! Stay tuned for Act Two let me know what you think of the ending and the series as a whole :]

[theothermaidoftarth]

Title: Song for Evermore

Pairing: Daeron Targaryen x Baela Targaryen 

Rating: M (a light M; it’s mostly T, except for a few paragraphs of non-explicit sexual content)

Summary: Daeron Targaryen’s hopes and dreams always came back to belonging. It had been so ever since he became a ward of Oldtown at five, at an earlier age than most. He finds a kindred spirit in an unexpected place: Lady Baela, the daughter of his grandfather’s bitter rival, Daemon Targaryen.

Word count: 47,559

Multi-chapter (essentially a one-shot split into six parts)

Status: Complete

Excerpt below:

“You sing to your dragon?”   

“Yes, I — yes.” Daeron thought he was alone, save the dragons and the last vestiges of his song, echoing back to him. She startled him. His eyes took her in, from boots to breeches and studded jack. Lady Baela and her grandmother had arrived too late yesterday eve to be presented to the court; they had met with the queen and her father, the Lord Hand privately before retiring to their allotted chambers. Baela had been shaped as if by a fine hand; spare, too lean, most would say, with the barest hint of womanly curves. Her hair was pulled back in a thick braid, the silver curls even brighter against her rich bronze skin. Her mouth, generous and lush, curved in a faint smile. Her purple eyes, large, doe-like and beguiling, at odds with the intensity of her expression which he saw as she drew nearer curiously; her gaze was as keen as a blade.

He thought she was as surprised to come upon him in the Dragonpit as he was her, though she hid it slightly better. Surprise was too weak a word. Even as he rose, feet firmly underneath him, he felt unsteady, as if he were on the deck of a ship embroiled in a storm. Fitting when she has both Baratheon and Velaryon blood. How his thoughts run from him, even more than usual. He should bow. He had forgotten to, but neither had she curtsied. Likely it was too late now. He had a thought she would laugh if he did, Daemon’s eldest daughter. Of what he had heard of the man, the uncle he’d never met, it seemed likely. She’d laugh for he would seem like a dog slow to remember an old trick. He might like to see her laugh, he thought hazily. Better that than this halfway state, midway between impassive and expressive.

“Is she the only she-dragon you will sing to?”

“You, my lady?” Daeron didn’t recognise his voice, a low husky murmur. He swallowed against a dry mouth. “You wish me to sing to…”

Her eyes were full of laughter as she said, “Moondancer.” Hot blood rushed to his face, though her amusement was not mocking. Her dragon, she meant her dragon. “Although…” her head canted to the side, “I would not say no to a song, Prince Daeron.”

At last he dusted off his wits. “And what of yours? Your voice, I mean.”

"It would make her weep.”

He gave a little laugh. She surprised him and that cleared his head some. No other lady he knew would ever admit such a fault, especially not so blithely. “So bad as that?”

She cast a fond eye over her dragon, green with pearl tipped wings and crouching stiffly as if expecting a fight. “Certes it wouldn’t settle her, see her thus, like—“ she nodded to the blue dragon behind him, lolling upon the floor contently; were she a pup, she may have rolled onto her back, legs all in the air.

“Tessarion,” Daeron offered with a warm smile, patting his dragon’s flank. Despite her blithe mien, Baela’s stance was almost too casual; something had her on edge. Oddly enough he did not think it was him. Just as oddly the same was true in reverse. She could have been any young woman and he any young man, not two scions of a family split in two. “Any particular requests?”

“If I said The Bear and the Maiden Fair…”

“I’d say you want me sent to the Wall for debauching a lady of the blood.”

“As if you were the bear himself to lick honey from my hair.” The silence was charged with something hot, heavy, which made his breathing hitch. Mayhap she felt it too for her voice was soft, a bare whisper. “You’d be singing a song.”

“And after? How do you know what I would or wouldn’t lick?”

Hot embarrassment at speaking such bold words filled him — Mother have mercy, he had only just met her — but then she took one step towards him, then another, and another. Something fiery stirred low in his belly as she looked him over from head to toe, her brow raised. Then her mouth dimpled in a cheeky half-smile. “My grandmother used to warn me away from the singers who’d come to call at High Tide. Seems she was right to.” Singer. Did she think him such? In truth he was a bit of everything. A bit of nothing. He felt like something under her gaze, like he could be something. “Is that a promise?”

“Do you want it to be?”

“It is discourteous to answer a question with another question.” But she was smiling as she said it, a slightly broader smile.

Seven save me, he thought, you’re so lovely, I can barely breathe. Princess Rhaenys was right to warn her away from those singers; one look at her smile and they must have yearned to carry her off over their shoulders, to sail away with her under the cover of night. What he said when he found his tongue was, “You are enjoying this.”

She stepped backwards away from him, and towards her dragon. The dragonkeepers had saddled her while they were talking. Moondancer was still tense; would a flight see her settled as well as a song? “Why we came is a matter of little and less enjoyment.” Baela paused, uncharacteristically grave, then her voice brightened, “So, why not seek it where I may?” She looked at him over her shoulder and winked.

A smile played across Daeron’s mouth. “Is that a promise?”

“Do you want it to be?”

He was laughing as he called to her retreating form. “Tis discourteous to answer a question with another question.”

Her merry backward wave was the only answer he received.

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[w-a-wfanfic]

The final chapter is here! I'm so fucking glad this story got told. And I am so grateful to my readers for sticking around for the WIP!

Thanks for loving the monster as much as I do

xoxo

[bean-writes]

Banana Fish - I Won't Go Back

~THE FINAL CHAPTER~

Yeah, there's actually no quote or snippet from the final chapter that I can put in here without spoilers. So here's some random Banana Fish GIFs to pull on your heartstrings.

Banana Fish - I Won't Go Back

Griff swore to get to the bottom of Max Lobo's mysterious death. But when Griffin turns up dead in his apartment after discovering something that will bring down Dino's empire, the quest for revenge is passed to his brother Ash, the leader of a rival gang. Things get interesting when Ash discovers that Griffin's key to bringing down Dino's empire is 19-year-old Eiji Okumura, a Japanese boy who was Dino's slave. Now they team up to bring down the corrupt gang leader and destroy the dangerous drug Banana Fish.

[Ao3 and FFN]

[wolfsbane54]

Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, QSMP | Quackity SMP, Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kristin Rosales Watson/Phil Watson | Philza, Kristin Rosales Watson & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Phil Watson | Philza & Phil Watson | Philza's Chat Characters: Kristin Rosales Watson, Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Additional Tags: Fantasy, Mystery, Curses, Witches, Angst, Goddess of Death Kristin Rosales Watson, Human Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Magic, Witch Curses, Witch Hunters, Temporary Character Death, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Witch Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Possessive Behavior, reverse adoption, Falling In Love, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, backwards town, attempt at writing unfair witch trial, Dark Kristin Rosales Watson, Dark Magic, Dark Magic Ritual, Dark TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Dark Wilbur Soot, Dark Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Crows, Ancient magic, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Witch Kristin Rosales Watson, Fluff, Oblivious Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), False Accusations, Gaslighting Summary:

Phil is a traveler at heart. By the time he turned of age he was ready to explore the world and did. Along his travel he find a quaint town that and plans to stay to explore the land around this new place. He is warned on his first day to not bring out his potions and magical items that he has found along his journey. The longer he stays the more find clues of the history of the town, he starts to notice weird things. Like the three boys that seemed to scare the town with their mere presence. To the mysterious beautiful Lady that appears at night. And why are the towns people obsessed with burning crows? And Why is there always the lingering scent of something burning within the town? (Or Phil finds strange town that hasn’t caught up with the rest of the world, that hides a horrible secret and curse. He catches the attention of a powerful being and her chosen children. Will he survive the encounters? Or will he unwittingly find himself gifted with eternal life, and gain a family in the process.)

CHARACTERS NOT CC's. I DON'T CONDONE ACTIONS THAT CC's MIGHT HAVE DONE IRL.

[thequalityrunaway]

Zack kisses him slow and tenderly, with all their combined affection. Soon, Squall is sighing against his lips.

“Sweet soldier,” he murmurs, not quite a tease or a flirt, but something fond. He touches the neural-link node on Zack’s left temple, fingertip light as a feather. “You two … I thank every lucky star I found you both. You both might ruin me for other men.”

[bluejay-writes]

Heaven is a Misnomer - Final Chapter

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Rating: Teen Chapter 32 Wordcount: 3677 Characters/Relationships: Jake (Exchange student OC) / Raphael Summary: Time to go home.

Chapter 32 - All Things Must End.

“But why can’t I come to the library and say goodbye to Jake like everyone else?” Cal pouted, laying upside-down over the back of the couch in Azrael’s room.

Azrael sighed. They had been over this a number of times and what it came down to was that Cal wanted to go and was being a whiny teenager about being told No.

“Because you’re not a part of the exchange program, and so get to hang out with me instead.” Raphael said from the doorway, causing Cal to panic and fall off the couch, practically onto her face.

“R-Raphael?” Cal said, standing up carefully. “I didn’t do it. Whatever it is, it wasn’t me, I just…”

“Shh, Cal.” Azrael said, as Raphael shut the door and settled into a chair.

“You’re not in trouble.” Raphael assured. “At least, not with me.”

“Sounds fake.” Cal muttered.

“But we do have a job for you.” He said, and the wicked smirk on his face perked her right up.

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[reticenceofladyeva]

Saints

I spent so long fighting with this chapter that I think I hate it now. Don't let that stop you from reading it though. It's cute.

[sun-citadel]

Logs of a Maverick Hunter is now complete !

[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?

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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.��

[drowning-in-greed]

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Melissa Shield, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Family (minor), Melissa Shield (minor), Todoroki Fuyumi Additional Tags: Blind Date, Strangers to Lovers, First Meetings, First Kiss, Bisexual Midoriya Izuku, Gay Todoroki Shouto, Dating app (kinda), Cute with some minor angst, Happy Ending, gay relationship, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako are Best Friends, Midoriya & Uraraka are roommates, Minor Melissa Shield, Crush at First Sight, Temporary Seperation, quirkless au, Shouto needs a damn hug, Fuyumi and Shouto are sibling goals, Mentioned Fuyumi Todoroki x Keigo Takami, Fuyumi is just a saint and I love her, Supportive Fuyumi Todoroki Summary:

Izuku Midoriya has experienced disappointment after disappointment when it comes to the daunting world of online dating but his best friend and roommate, Ochako Uraraka, just won't let him give up. She introduces him to a new app called Blindr, which aims to bring back an 'old school' classic: the blind date in its original form.

When Izuku finally meets his date, he instantly doubts the effectiveness of the app's algorithm. Shouto is seriously hot, but it looks like he doesn't even want to be there. They don't appear to be compatible at all; understandably so, since Shouto isn't who Izuku thinks he is.

What will this whirlwind of a night bring, and how will Izuku react once the truth is revealed?

[somegoodmyheroacademiafanfics]

Chapters: 61/61 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex, Major Character Death Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Past One For All Users, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Past One For All Users (My Hero Academia), Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Chisaki Kai | Overhaul, Eri (My Hero Academia), Sensei | All For One, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Shinsou Hitoshi, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Hisashi Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Depressed Midoriya Izuku, Bullied Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Neglectful Midoriya Inko, Abusive Midoriya Hisashi, Smart Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Midoriya Izuku, Aldera Middle School Bashing (My Hero Academia), Established Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki Redemption, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Needs a Hug, Hurt Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Hurt Bakugou Katsuki, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, One For All Quirk Haunted by Past One For All Users' Ghosts (My Hero Academia), Protective Takami Keigo | Hawks, Slow Burn, Grief/Mourning, Mentor Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Spy Midoriya Izuku, Spy Takami Keigo | Hawks, Analyst Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Temporary Character Death, Kidnapping, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Torture, Past Child Abuse, Dissociation, Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, Inspired by Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Traumatized Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Morally Ambiguous Hero Public Safety Commission (My Hero Academia), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Abusive Bakugou Mitsuki, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Midoriya Inko's Bad Parenting Series: Part 1 of On the Nature of Living

Summary:

If there is one thing that he has learned, it is that surviving is hard. By itself, choosing to survive and continuing to exist will be one of the hardest things to accomplish and by the next day he is surprised he didn't die the day before. Or the week before. Or the year before that. By all rights he should be dead by now. But there is something about giving up that feels like it gives every shattered child to follow him the excuse to give up too, and he can't die with that on his conscience. So when after years of surviving he gets into UA by clawing his way through metal and impossibilities, he will give everything he has to give everyone even the slightest chance to learn to live too, because oh it is a beautiful thing. Living is looking at the stars and breathing cool night air, knowing that you deserve it because everyone deserves it. He believes there are no exceptions to who deserves to be saved, so he learns that he is not an exception either. When he is put in the position where living is impossible but death is taken away, he puts everything he has towards ensuring the survival of those who taught him the difference between living and surviving.

[theothermaidoftarth]

Daeron Targaryen, son of Viserys I and Alicent Hightower

Excerpt from my fic Song for Evermore:

It was not usual that newly ascended lords travel to the Red Keep to do homage to the Iron Throne, to the Crown, but Ormund Hightower had done so at the behest of his uncle, the Lord Hand. He performed the commendation ceremony twice, bare-headed and weaponless as a sign of his submission; once before the court, full to bursting with spectators highborn and low, and then again in the king’s chambers with the queen, Hand, members of the Small Council and the Keep’s septon as witnesses. Thus was Ormund invested as the new Lord of the Hightower, Lord of the Port, Beacon of the South, Defender of the Citadel, Oldtown’s Voice, Defender and Lord. Such a heavy weight of titles. His shoulders could bear them up, as easily as he’d borne up Daeron on one arm and Lyonel on the other as boys, while they giggled and shrieked.

Daeron was five when he first went to Oldtown. He couldn’t remember much of his first impressions, only that he’d thought it was a holiday, at first. Until it dawned on him that he wasn’t going back to the Red Keep, not unless the king or queen wished him back. He had been dumped at the Hightower like a sack of weevil-infested barley. His mother saw it differently, barely a day into the Hightowers’ presence at the Keep she had said to him: “I know it was necessary you be here but I still rather wish you had stayed away. This is not the place for you. You are too good to be drawn into… all of this.”

He had felt a curious roiling in his stomach. Was court not where he was supposed to be as the son of the king? Third son, yes, but a dragonrider; a consummate courtier, personable, well-spoken, courteous, the image of charm and grace itself — or so many and more courtiers had gushed since his arrival three days before. Why have they been hiding you away, my prince. You are ever so delightful. You are the sun itself, smiling down upon us all. Oh Prince Daeron, you are a charmer; not like your brothers at all. It is true what they say, the Reach does produce fine crop. Fine, indeed.

The praise was heady, like the first sip of strongwine. He couldn’t yet tell if he liked it or not. He’d only known such praise from foreign envoys come to call at the Hightower, or Reachlords who had daughters they were looking to marry off. He was just Daeron to his Hightower family, even after he claimed Tessarion at the age of nine. Just Daeron with ink liable to stain his fingers from all his scribblings; just Daeron who was getting a bit of squint from all the reading he did even by dying candlelight; just Daeron who was more likely to follow than lead.

But now to the courtiers of the Red Keep, he was the sun that lights up our sky; a jewel of the age; the Beacon of the Crownlands (Beacon of the Crown, one daring lady whispered).

Why send him away, a mere babe of five yet keep Aegon, perpetually drunk, teary if not sneering, eyes lingering where they shouldn’t and hands too if the way the maidservants acted told it true. Their wariness had extended to Daeron too until they saw his kindness was no illusion, that he acted as such with everyone, highborn or low. He would ask but he was wary of feeling his mother’s loving touch. It is only because I love you that I do this, he heard her say the very day he arrived as she gripped Aegon’s chin in her hand. Everything I have done has been for you, to prepare you and save y— She noticed Daeron then, lingering by the doorway of her rooms, half afraid to come in. She smiled at him wanly and released Aegon. Her eldest son scuttled away, the dismissal unheard but clear. That was when she said she wished he had stayed away. Where is duty? she asked the Crown Princess Rhaenyra on High Tide one dark night. Where is sacrifice? Trampled under your little foot again. He thought, Was I one of your sacrifices, Mother?