#fan stories

[sunshineandlyrics]

The Power of ✨Louis Tomlinson✨

Victorious Festival, 23 August 2024.

[80ssuperstar]

Hey guys it's your Girl Samantha here again I know that it's been a long time since I've done a story but I finally got one and I've been thinking some ideas for another story but here's one for you and I hope you like it.

**Title: "Rescue from the Abyss"**

### Beginning:

It was a quiet night at the park. The usual group of friends had all gone their separate ways for the evening, leaving Mordecai feeling alone. He sat in his bed, staring out of the window, his heart heavy with sadness. A few hours ago, he had tried to get the others to hang out, but nobody seemed interested. Rigby was off playing video games, Benson was busy with paperwork, and even Pops was engrossed in some old-timey documentary. Everyone ignored him, and now Mordecai lay in bed, tears streaming down his face.

**Mordecai:** "Why does it feel like no one cares about me anymore?"

He whispered to himself, as his sadness deepened.

Suddenly, the sky outside turned an ominous shade of red. The air felt thick, and an unnatural chill swept through the room. Mordecai sat up, heart racing, eyes wide with fear.

**Mordecai:** "What’s going on?!"

The ground trembled as a crack opened beneath the park. From the depths of the abyss, demons and spirits began to rise, their dark forms swirling like smoke. Before Mordecai could react, chains wrapped around his limbs, dragging him into the swirling darkness.

---

### Middle:

Meanwhile, Samantha stirred in her sleep. Something felt wrong. She opened her eyes and gasped as she saw the blood-red sky and heard the faint cry of Mordecai’s voice.

**Samantha:** "Mordecai?!"

Panicking, she raced to the window just in time to witness him being pulled into the abyss. Tears of fear welled up in her eyes. She didn’t know what was happening, but she had to act fast.

She rushed to get the others. Within minutes, Rigby, Benson, Pops, Muscle Man, Hi-Five Ghost, Skips, and Thomas gathered at the park. They all looked horrified as Samantha explained what she saw.

**Samantha:** "They took him…into some kind of…hellish abyss! We have to save him!"

**Benson:** "We can't just let him go. Mordecai is our friend! But how are we supposed to get to… wherever that is?"

**Skips:** "I've heard of this before. There’s a way to the Abyss of Hell, but it’s dangerous. Once we go in, there might not be a way back."

Despite the fear, everyone agreed. Mordecai needed them.

---

They descended into the abyss. The landscape shifted around them—lava rivers flowed, skies burned, and the stench of sulfur filled the air. They walked carefully, knowing that one misstep would mean certain death. As they approached the Demon Realm, they could hear distant chanting and saw Mordecai being dragged by demons to a dark chamber.

---

### Then:

At the center of the chamber stood Satan, the Prince of all Demons. His dark form loomed over the scene, as other demons like Lucifer, Lilith, Barbatos, Stolas, and Shaitan gathered around.

**Satan:** "Tonight, we shall gain eternal youth and strength by sacrificing this mortal’s pure soul and heart! The ritual begins at midnight sharp!"

Mordecai, chained to a stone altar, looked around helplessly. His face was marked with strange symbols, and his heart raced as the clock ticked closer to midnight. He knew his time was running out.

Back in the shadows, Samantha and the gang had finally arrived. They watched in horror as the demons painted Mordecai’s body with sacred symbols and chained him tighter to the altar.

**Rigby:** "What are we going to do?!"

**Skips:** "We have to wait for the right moment. If we attack too soon, we might all get captured."

---

Midnight struck. The demons began chanting, and Satan, with a dagger in hand, approached Mordecai. He placed his hand on Mordecai’s chest, pushing it deep inside to take his heart.

**Satan:** "The time has come! With this heart, we will live forever!"

Samantha, trembling with fear, saw Satan pull Mordecai’s heart from his chest. Mordecai’s eyes grew wide with pain and fear as his life force began to drain.

**Samantha:** "Nooooooo!!!"

---

### End:

Samantha’s scream echoed through the chamber, but it was too late. Mordecai’s body went limp as Satan held his still-beating heart aloft.

**Satan:** "Now, the final blow!"

He raised the dagger high, preparing to end Mordecai’s life forever. But in that instant, Samantha and the others sprang into action. Muscle Man and Hi-Five Ghost tackled demons, while Rigby and Thomas distracted Satan. Pops, despite his gentle nature, threw objects to confuse the demons.

**Benson:** "We need to get that heart back!"

Samantha, fueled by her love for Mordecai, charged toward Satan. Skips began chanting a spell, an ancient incantation that could banish demons. The chamber rumbled as Skips' words gained power. One by one, the demons started to vanish.

**Skips:** "Now! Get the heart!"

With a swift movement, Samantha grabbed Mordecai’s heart from Satan’s grasp. The room shook violently, and the lava began to rise. The entire realm started collapsing as the gang made a frantic escape.

---

Back in the park, Samantha cradled Mordecai’s heart in her hands. She placed it back into his chest and began chanting softly, a long spell filled with emotion. Tears streamed down her face as she leaned down and kissed him.

**Samantha:** "Please come back. I love you so much."

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, Mordecai’s body twitched. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open.

**Mordecai:** "S-Samantha?"

Everyone sighed in relief, especially Samantha, who hugged him tightly.

**Samantha:** "You’re back…you’re okay."

---

### Conclusion:

The nightmare had ended, and Mordecai was saved. The friends gathered around him, exhausted but relieved.

**Rigby:** "Man, don't ever do that again."

**Benson:** "We barely made it out of there."

Mordecai smiled weakly, his hand in Samantha’s.

**Mordecai:** "Thanks, guys. I…I thought I was gone for good."

**Samantha:** "I’d never let that happen."

As the night returned to normal, the friends sat together, knowing that despite the darkness they faced, their bond was unbreakable.

---

THE END

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I Hope you guys Enjoy it 😊🙏🔥💋💕

[frollosversion]

Hello! This idea has been itching my brain for a while now.

"How much of a Father am I?"

Frollo's slight backstory of raising Quasimodo.

This is a story about that phrase Frollo said to his ward:

"When your heartless mother abandoned you as a child, anyone else would've drowned you. And this is my thanks for taking you in as my son?"

This story will probably have three parts. This is gonna be part 1.

Part 2

Part 3

"What must I do?" Frollo asked the Archdeacon.

It was the first time Frollo spoke softly in fear. He never does it nor does he follow anyone's orders or commands. The only person that could tame his heavy heart is the archdeacon and maybe a tad bit of conscience.

"Care for the child..." Said the Archdeacon. "And raise it as your own."

Frollo's eyes widened at the thought of nursing a child let alone an 'unholy demon' (according to him). He was about to protest but his conscience still devours him alive.

"Excuse me? You what— I am to be saddled with mishapen—" he paused. "very well."

After few negotiations, they settled of letting the baby live in the cathedral's bell tower under Frollo's care. The church had becometh the child's sanctuary.

The Archdeacon was conflicted of Frollo's push and pull attitude the whole time but he was tolerant even after the murder of the baby's mom.

After the arrangement of everything— the room, the crib and other things, The minister tiredly puts the baby down. Just as soon as he did, the baby started wailing.

"Oh what the devil—"

"The baby is hungry, Frollo. Do something about it. I already did my part of staying and helping with all this. It's on you now." The Archdeacon calmly leaves the bell tower.

"Hey! Hey! How do I even—" Frollo ask with a trace of panic. "Father!!! Get back here at once!"

But the Archdeacon already left. He was left alone with the baby.

"STOP.. JUST STOP CRYING!!!" Frollo commanded which led to no avail. "I SAID STOP OR I'LL THROW—" no he can't.

"Fuck..." he mentally cussed.

"Milk..." Frollo immediately thought.

He looked at the baby and looked at his chest, madly thinking about breastfeeding the baby because it was his first instinct.

"Stupid of you to think that i can breastfeed you" He says, blaming the child for being hungry.

He wanted to ignore it but he knows he can't. One, it's noisy, two, it's haunting his conscience, three, he just wants everything to go back the way it was.

The night became complicated but he eventually had a solution of letting the child drink milk from the milk glass bottles they use in the olden days.

After a while, frollo sat down the wooden chair. The child had slept in his arms soundly.

"The fact that I have to to this everyday stresses me." He looked at the child. Despite the baby's deformity, Frollo had find it somehow angelic when it slept. It makes his heart soften towards the boy for a fraction of second.

"Right. I still have to name you. A name shouldn't sound like a name. I don't want to get too... attached."

That night, he decides to think of the child's name. He could've just named him any sweet name a child deserves to have but his heart was still bitter.

He could've named him like Alain, Von, Arthur, Gabriel, Blaise, Karl, or any other names but no...

"Quasimodo..." He speaks. "Yeah. That should do it."

Frollo gave the child a cruel name. A name that means half-formed. Quasimodo. He was downright menace on that one but he wants no attachments with the baby. He's doing it out of conscience.

Frollo wanted to just leave the baby in there and call it quits. But he refuses to. He's not gonna wait for his own soul haunt him if he goes back to the palace of justice and leave the baby here.

"Lord. You've sent me a test. This child is my cross to bear. But I shall prove you i am worthy of overcoming this. I'll raise this... thing. as promised."

Instead, he falls asleep... with the baby in his arms.

His night was fucked up and he just wants it to go back the way it was but he knows it's not gonna happen. This will be his first of many more routines in the future, but that night, he just wants it to pass.

[cwafurra]

So here's a bit about me, because why not

Hi, I'm Cam

Pronouns he/him.

I don't really have that many hobbies, but I mostly play video games such as Skyrim, Minecraft, Subnautica, and Borderlands, among many others; Conjure and write stories and skits, usually in my head; and I will very rarely draw, usually FNaF related drawings, but don't expect any posts with any of my art.

My interests include FNaF, Wings of Fire, Tamberlane (for those that know), The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Subnautica, Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, Resident Evil, and probably other things that I don't really feel like racking my mind for because it's 9:20 at night.

My favorite music artist is Aviators, and I wouldn't be able to pick a favorite song.

My stories include FNaF fan stories such as Five Nights at Freddy's: Reign of Glitchtrap, a story I started back about 4 years ago. Wings of Fire fan stories such as Wings of Fire: The War of MudWing Supremacy and Wings of Fire Arc 4. And original stories such as Elements (Sex Elementis), Devilswood and an unnamed sci-fi space story.

[jackinalex]

Just got back from my journey at the I Wanna Be Tour in Brazil to see the boys!!!

It's been 9 years since the last time I saw them because they never came down to south America 😭

I went to the first show in São Paulo and the second one in Curitiba, and there I met Alex, took a pic and when I was at the airport to go back to São Paulo, I ended up missing my flight, was completely pissed off about it, but when I went to check-in, who was in line in front of me????

The boys™!!!

If I hadn't missed my flight I wouldn't meet them at the airport 🥹

Jack said it was meant for me to see them and Alex remembered me from the day before, said it was great seeing me again.

I'm so fulfilled with love and excitement and wanted to share it here 💙

First pic is from Sunday where I met him at the hotel and second one is at the airport yesterday

MARINA OMG!!! This is fucking precious. I love what you're doing in the second pic lmao. Jack is dumb and so cute and Alex is just a goober like WHAT are those shoes??? When did he turn into my dad? Still, I think Jack was right. It was absolutely meant for you to miss your flight. I can't believe how lucky you were. It's so cute that they were together. Thank you for blessing us with this story and the pics!!

[torchlitinthedesert]

“Joy Davis was on a family holiday in Cornwall, teaming up with a girl cousin of the same age, when they realised to their consternation that the new Beatles single [She Loves You] was about to come out:

“Fortunately a catering assistant we had befriended in the hotel was a fellow fan and told us where we could find a record shop - 30 miles away. We pestered my uncle to take us, but he was somewhat reluctant, sensibly pointing out that we would be unable to play the disc until we got home… He failed to appreciate that for two teenage girls consumed by Beatlemania, it didn’t matter that we couldn’t play it. To keep the peace, he agreed to take us to the shop, on the proviso that we behaved impeccably for the rest of the holiday. We agreed, of course.

“So, on the release day, we bought our copies, and when we returned to the hotel clutching our precious vinyl, we found a note slipped under our door, from our fellow fan, to say she had the evening off, and if we went to her room in the staff annexe, she would let us play the disc on her Dansette [record player]. What followed was a great evening listening to the Fab Four, eating cakes she had got from the hotel’s afternoon tea service selection and quaffing West Country cider…”

From David Kynaston, A Northern Wind: Britain 1962-65

[herrlindemann]

I wanted to share my personal experience: I met Till in Vienna yesterday while walking around the city. He saw me hesitating as I didn't want to bother him but he went to me and we had a bit of a chat, he's a sweetheart and so patient! I was shaking for the photo so he took it himself. And he gives the best hugs! A heart of gold ❤️

Thank you for sharing your story! Always love reading fan experiences! He's one of a kind! ❤️

[raredust]

I can't read fanfiction anymore, I simply can't.

All I do is stare at it and imagine other characters doing some crazy shit like wth man!

GODDAMIT I WANNA READ!

Image is very much related

[litrpgburrito]

Chapter 1: An Outworlder's Forge

Wren squinted through the smoke rising from the forge, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. The rhythmic clang of her hammer against the red-hot metal was a familiar comfort, a constant amidst the strangeness of Pallimustus. Displaced from Earth by the System's arrival, she'd found a home in the bustling human city of Freeport. Here, amidst fellow outworlders, she wasn't a freak, just another trying to carve a life in a world gone mad.

The clanging stopped. Wren held the tongs aloft, revealing a gleaming horseshoe. Not bad for a one-woman operation, she thought with a satisfied grin. Her grin faltered as a shadow fell across the entrance. A tall man with messy brown hair and an air of weary amusement stood watching.

"Not bad at all," he said, his voice surprisingly light. "You wouldn't happen to take commissions, would you?"

Chapter 2: A Shared Secret

Wren's surprise melted into suspicion. "Depends," she said, eyeing the stranger. "What kind of commission?"

The man chuckled. "Relax, I'm not here for anything nefarious. Name's Gary Xandier. I run the Adventurer's Guild here in Freeport."

Wren's eyes widened. The Guildmaster. He was a legend – gruff, no-nonsense, and fiercely protective of his people. "Oh," she stammered. "Right. Well, commissions depend on the job, of course."

Gary's smile widened. "Of course. I need a few…unorthodox tools made from specific materials. Discretion is paramount."

Intrigue warred with caution within Wren. Unorthodox tools? Discretion? This could be trouble, but it was also a chance to prove herself, to step out of the shadows and maybe even earn a reputation.

"Alright, Guildmaster," she said, meeting his gaze. "Tell me what you need."

Chapter 3: The Unseen Talent

Gary’s request was unlike anything Wren had encountered. He needed a set of lockpicks imbued with invisibility magic and daggers that could pierce through magical barriers. It pushed the boundaries of her fledgling blacksmithing skills, but the challenge ignited a spark within her.

Days blurred into nights as Wren poured over dusty tomes on enchanting borrowed from the Guild’s arcane library. She experimented with infusing metals with moonlight essence, the closest she had to true invisibility, and with strengthening the daggers using fragments of shattered crystals – remnants of a past life she couldn’t fully recall.

The results were… imperfect. The lockpicks shimmered faintly, a wavering invisibility that wouldn’t fool a keen eye. The daggers held an edge, but the chaotic energy of the shattered crystals felt unpredictable. Yet, there was a nascent power there, a hint of the potential that lay dormant within her.

Disappointment gnawed at Wren. She presented her work to Gary, bracing for his disapproval. But instead of scorn, she found a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

“Not bad,” he said, his voice gruff but laced with respect. “For someone who… lacks a full set.”

[alarrytale]

I don't believe that receipt because we know they were in completely separate 'viewing areas' from the photos. Harry behind the Spanish goal and Louis behind the English goal. A closeted couple would not be 'constantly touching each other' in public in front of the world's press and the 'Louis was so loud' is an absolute cliche. Doubt she got close enough to smell him either.

The other receipt going round about Larry settling down in Italy to raise a family is also fake. Surrogacy is illegal in Italy and ivf is only available for heterosexual couples so just how would they go about having a child? They would choose a more lgbt friendly country like England.

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2023/jul/26/italian-parliament-approves-bill-criminalise-people-seeking-surrogacy-abroad

Hi, anon!

With all reciepts you have to take the information with a huge grain of salt. Anyone can send a made up story, especially if they're anonymous. It makes it pretty impossible to distinguish fake from real. So some reciepts you choose to believe, or at least consider possible, based on the information you have or other stories you've heard that you believe in. Some reciepts are clearly fake.

Regardless if it's real or fake, it's absolutely harmless to believe in it or wanting it to be true. We know H and L are together already. This isn't evidence of anything. It's just a cute story. So i choose to believe it. It's true in my heart. If nothing else, it's a cute fan fic or headcanon.

The italian reciept is clearly fake, but if people want to believe in it, does it really matter? Does it cause any harm? It doesn’t. So instead of going round and being a debbie downer, just roll your eyes and ignore it. It's very important to not kill other fans joy and fun, if it is harmless fun.

It's more important to debunk larry moments that didn’t happen before if becomes larry lore, and inform people who believe in things like louis being an extra in my policeman or that he said «I’m gay, it’s pretty unfortunate isn’t it Eleanor?», that it didn’t happen like that. So focus on the bigger things and the bigger picture and let fans have their fun. It's a fandom after all and we'll never get any of these stories confirmed either way.

[sunshineandlyrics]

❤️ "He saw fan who cried during Saturdays 🥺"

Untold Festival, 8 August 2024.

[sweetdreamsjeff]

[marxthedumdum]

oh looksie a fanstory of my two fav creepypastas where their stories are connected yahoooo (thx [friend on discord who showed me this aka im keeping them anonymous.]): https://www.theotaku.com/worlds/pokemoncreepypastas/view/211468/ srry if it looks bad the thing gave me the dopamine to rush this

[memory-redacted]

Ninjago AU- lost to be found

Im going to keep the au organized here so its easier for people to see the info and chapters.

Here's the link to the Webtoon. I'll be posting more here though.

World building information

Lloyd character info

Galen character sheet

The forest of the lost

Ninja kids

Element of Balance

Prologue information

Green Rain and Sally

Info to know for au

Chapter 1- A Healing Paw

Lloyd meets their cat

Lloyd shows the ninja their cat

Pt1 Pt2

Chapter 2- call of the lost

Pg 1

Pg2

Pg3

Pg4

Pg5

Pg6

Pg7

Pg8

Pg9

[maulsveenus]

I feel like my tiktok belongs here...