#complete fanfic

[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]

[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: 4/4 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 & Todoroki Shouto Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, brief mentions of abuse, Four seasons of life, Starting A Family, Growing Old Together, Feelings Realization, First Meetings, First Love, First Kisses, Confessions, Jealousy, Fluff, Children to elders, Boy Love, gay fluff, Gay Characters, Adoption, Building A Home, Gay, Seasons as a plot device (kinda), Seasons, Married couple eventually, Gay Romance, tododeku - Freeform, Complete Summary:

Snippets into the lives of Izuku and Shouto as they navigate the 4 seasons of their lives together, from the new beginnings in Spring to contentment in their Winter years.

[ssskol]

Magnolia is Complete!

Thank you so much to all of those who joined me along this semi-arduous journey of getting back into larger format writing through two less-than-well men. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, which is to say only a moderate amount. It may get a refresh in the future, but not any time soon. I’ve set the link to start from the beginning if it’s your first time seeing this.

If you’re interested in future projects of mine, such as an upcoming original work centered around two anthro men* in a situationship in a fictionalized Pacific Northwestern Gothic setting, I will either be turning this account into a hub for that and be using a slightly more professional moniker, or direct people to a new account.

[kyri45]

[ryemiffie]

Guys.. Stan canonically writes fanfiction, presumably posting it to ao3.. I bet that man has got the ultimate author's curse notes

"Sorry I'm late to update guys! Got arrested by the federal government for stealing materials from them to rebuild an interdimensional portal to save my long lost twin brother! But hopefully things will be more consistent now that I'm done saving him!"

"My bad for this being so rushed, currently living through the literal apacolypse!"

"Didn't mean for this too take so long y'all, had to reread the whole fic to refresh my memory after getting my brain wiped to kill the demon who used to date my brother, y'all know how it is!"

[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?

[fonulyn]

since I've seen it talked about in several places recently:

if you are going to do a whump- or kink- or ANY-tober or other similar challenges please please please don't post them as one fic with 31 chapters unless it actually is one coherent fic. if they're 31 completely separate fics or ficlets then please just make a collection for them or just post them as separate fics. it doesn't matter if they're only 100 words or if you think they're too small or insignificant to post alone, they're not.

and why this?

because if you post all 31 of them in one fic the tagging is absolutely useless. if I look for things to read on ao3 I'm gonna look at the tags, and if the tags include something that's a dealbreaker for me, i won't even click on the fic. I might not even SEE the fic because I've filtered out the nope-tag! so I'm gonna lose out on reading 30 perfectly nice fics because of one fic that my nope-tag applied to.

ao3 is about archiving. it's about clear tagging and being informative. there is nothing informative about it if the tags in the fic apply to random chapters while others have nothing to do with it. it makes so much more sense to have each work as an individual fic with its own individual tags and warnings, so readers can make informed choices.

of course, you do you. I can't police what other people decide to do. but personally, I find it incredibly frustrating to weed through 31 chapters to find the ones I actually want to read. so I don't. I automatically scroll past all works posted like that. and I know some others do, too.

there is absolutely no shame in posting short things on ao3. there is no minimum word count. no one is going to look at you funny if you post a small ficlet on its own, I promise. it's just going to make some readers very happy when they can actually find the things they want to read.

so, please. at least consider the upsides of posting each work as their own fic.

signed, one very frustrated fandom grandma.