#post canon fanfiction

[wisteriawater]

Technically this is chapter 28 because I do chapters with multiple parts sometimes. I am up to 69k+ words now, goodness. I don't post every upload anymore because then I would clog the tags ^^" Chapter 28 is titled "To think you would outlive me..." In which Thistle fears he is passing away due to a phenomena that no one really understands yet. Post-canon Thistle rehab fic {With many twists}. Description: What makes someone human? Where is the line between monsters and people, and just how thin is it? These questions come to most peoples' minds at some point in their lives, but most people have the luxury of letting them fall to the wayside, completely content to ignore it. The question is just too complicated; nay, even too painful to ponder. However... sometimes the need to answer that question cannot be ignored. When Laios needs to start thinking about leaving behind an heir, he struggles with the very concept of finding someone to do so with. At the time, the question of ‘What makes someone human’ was as far from his mind as could be- and so were the last dregs of the winged lion. Unfortunately, that which is blithely forgotten has a way of rearing its ugly head. Meanwhile, he has been struggling to protect Thistle from the consequences of his past for a year now- but it has not been easy, or even fruitful. What do you do with an ex dungeon lord that fights for numbness? Why is it that Thistle is able to fight for anything after having his desires consumed? {This is a Thistle rehab and Labru heir fic.}

[paintedcrows]

Revelations - Little peek at a longer continuation to my Stan & Bill accidental internet buddies comic!

After the reveal, Stan initially doesn't want to tell Ford his (former) internet best friend was Bill Cipher, because he doesn't want him to worry. Stan later doesn't want to tell Ford because he (and Bill) would rather die.

[winderlylandchime]

Hi! I'm nearing the end of my qaf re-watch (this time i might actually finish the show in it's entirety, i always stop somewhere during season 5 and haven't seen the finale in over a decade). I'm trying to prepare for the inevitable disappointment of the ending, so i was wondering if you had any fix-it fics you could recommend? Preferably longer ones but any length will be fine 🩷

Hello dear sweet anon! The finale (especially that last shot) is so heart-breaking. I always try to hold in mind that CowLip always meant the ending to be hopeful, that they intended Justin and Brian to remain together, that they had research the plane flight between Pittsburgh and NYC.... still. 513 stings doesn't it? And it's so bittersweet because the "only time" speech is everything, it is, dare I say, ridiculously romantic.

That said, nothing like a fix-it fic! (Some of these are shorter than you're looking for but they're so good I couldn't not include them) (under the cut so my mutuals don't hate me)

I wouldn't marry me either by orphan account, ~8k words, Everyone, including Brian and Justin themselves, assume it will be the sex.

The Love Song of Brian A. Kinney by ipoiledi, ~12k words, It all started because the phone sex was just making things worse.

Queer As Folk Season 6 by qaffangyrl, ~96k words, Timeline: Six Months after 513 (note the tag for minor character death)

All Kinds of Time (series) by @xoxoemynn , ~69k words, Justin may be thriving in New York, but Brian's life is spiraling out of control. When he stands in danger of losing it all -- Justin, his career, and his friends -- will his personal guardian angels, Vic and Judy, be able to reach him in time? Or will time, and his old hang ups, get the best of him?

Only Time (series) by Xie, ~250k words, After moving to New York, Justin makes a plan. Brian hasn't got a chance.

devil_on_your_shoulder27384 has a number of post-canon PWP fics

...and my own fic

beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies by @winderlylandchime , ~20k words, “Please, have a seat.” Brian gestures to the chairs surrounding the large, oval table. He watches Justin give him a tight-lipped grin as he shrugs his arms out of his coat and lays it on a chair and slides into the one next to it. Jerking himself back to attention, Brian walks around to the head of the table, wakes the projector up, and begins his presentation. This is where he shines and he’s pleased, relieved, that his first contact with Justin after all these years is on his turf. That it’s in a setting where he can be masterful, where he can be in control.

[mouthpoisons]

once again i cant fully believe they pulled ''disabled man who has been forcing himself to be palatable and Useful and Inspirational and has been Working Hard for the benefit of Other People his entire life cataclysmically Snaps so hard under the pressure of his internalised 'i have to be perfect' ableism that he literally forsakes his humanity to become The God of Perfectionism and almost destroys the world over it but being told You Were Never Broken by his destined soulmate pulled him back and saved him'' im still in utter awe of this chat. we thought they were going to end the show hating eachother . chat what the fuck

[children-of-moss]

Writing johnlock fanfic on my calculator, now I just have to see how to access ao3 from it

[linkspooky]

I'm excited to post this commission by @ oakyvii of a future scene in my Azula redemption / Azulaang fanfic. It's are moment of Zuko and Azula getting along as they wander the palace grounds.

if you're interested please check out my fic here on AO3.

[chucktaylorupset]

I think there's something to be said for fanfiction that loves canon in a way that’s rude. Like thank you for this wonderful thematic tragedy made out of this character’s entire arc ending in death, it was emotionally and intellectually moving, but also fuck you fuck you fuck you they live, this time and every time they live, they never died, their flaws are not their undoing, actually they have no flaws, actually they save everyone, actually who cares about a story, any story, where this one dies, actually i cared about that story so much i made a new one, actually i cared so much i unmade the old one, you gave me morals and i left them for the mortal, but they’re mine now and i will never let them die, actually thank you, actually fuck you, strongly worded letter to follow

A kiss for canon and spit in its face all at once, it’s great

[daphnalia]

and they were galpals

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 132

Geralt is walking through a town when he senses something off. He glances up right as he watches a man leap out a window on the third floor. Geralt effortlessly catches him, holding him in a bridal carry. "Oh! My hero!" The man says to Geralt, looking at him with awe. "YOU FUCKER! JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET DOWN THERE!" Another man screams from the window. "What's going on?" Geralt asks, and the man in his arm flushes. "Fucked his wife." "That'll do it." "Indeed." Geralt sets the man down, and watches him get a headstart running from the husband. It isn't until later that night that Geralt realizes the man he caught didn't mention anything about Geralt being a witcher. Perhaps it was the shock and adrenaline. Perhaps he didn't even fully see Geralt, his mind was too focused on surviving. Months later, Geralt is tacking up Roach to leave town when a familiar blur busts into the stables, and leaps into a pile of hay nearby. A man enters after a minute, raving mad, holding a bottle. "Where is he!?" "Where is who?" Geralt asks, coolly, and watches the man's temper fizzle out into apprehension. "N- Nobody. Sorry for bothering you, mister witcher." and the man scurries off. Geralt turns to the haystack and watches as his acquaintance in bright clothing crawls out, hay still stuck in the creases of his clothes and the strands of his hair. "His wife, too?" "His son, actually." "Mm." "Thank you for helping me again." "I didn't do much." Still, the colorful man flicks a coin to Geralt, and then races out. Huh. The man recognized him. And the other man, the one who chased him, had even called Geralt a witcher. And yet the man was still not scared. He even thanked Geralt. Nobody ever thanks Geralt. Another few months later, Geralt is setting up camp when he senses something in the trees. He readies to fling a knife up there, only to see- The man again. He starts very awkwardly trying to climb down, before falling flat on his ass on the ground. "...Hello again." "Hello, my dear witcher!" "Why were you in the tree?" "Oh, I was chased here-" "Of course you were." "Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" "I've only met you a few times, but every time I have, you're running from a man who is a relative of someone you've fucked. Out with it, what was it this time? Daughter? Husband?" "Mother." "I can s-" "And his father." "..." "They were a very adventurous couple." And despite it all, Geralt laughs. He throws his head back and cackles. He's never laughed so hard in his life. "I'm Jaskier." The man - Jaskier - introduces himself as he wipes dust and leaves off of his doublet. "I'm Geralt." "Would you mind if I stay with you for the night, Geralt?" "I'm a witcher." "I'm a bard! Glad we're past that." "Of course you're a bard." "Of course you're a witcher." "You already knew I was a witcher." "Then why bring it up when I said I wanted to stay?" "Nobody wants to stay with a witcher." "Well then I suppose I am no longer Jaskier, and my name is now Nobody, dear friend." Jaskier confuses Geralt, but it's not like he'll stay forever, right? Right?

[dapper-lil-arts]

Me with every fuckin fanfic i write lmao

[carolinanadeau]

"this female character is underdeveloped" TO YOU. I can read subtext and I know all about her backstory and her rich inner life. also she told me personally

[outtheoiseaux]

I think post-canon Dirk would be impossible to locate at any given time.

That story about the 8 euro cafe breakfast is true, by the way. Paris breakfasts are strange and full of carbs

[buff-muffin]

Dear, Lawlu shippers.

I am not that big into shipping, in general. But nothing will stop fanfiction and curiosity. I am writing to you all today to ask if any of you have any recommendations for good slow burn Lawlu fics. I’m looking the most leg kicking, pillow hugging, soul squealing fluff of watching idiots fall in love I want to see HOW people see them falling. I don’t want to be told they’re in love I want to see it. So please give me recommendations I beg of you.

Kindest regards.

[foolsocracy]

love it when itsv noir pete refers to it as WWI like. Who told him about the second one

[syl-stormblessed]

actually the wildest thing to come out of the sunshine court is the fact that jean moreau and jeremy knox have now legitimately interacted within canon. many times even.

[gothamite-rambler]

"Okay, but how were you able to taste heroin?" I asked, confused.

Bruce (confused years later hearing this story): Wait a damn minute... Wait a damn minute. Wait a damn a minute!

Tim: He's trying to say "How did you know what heroin tasted like?"

Dick (tense): What?

Bruce (already prepared to give the drug test): Oh, that wasn't the right answer. How did you taste it and not get high? How did you taste it and NOT GET HIGH?!

Dick: Alfred knew what it was too!

Bruce: He was in the war he has an excuse! Did you do drugs with... ROY?!

Tim: Bruce, chill.

Bruce: I will chill as I make a call.

Bruce sat down, grabbing the landline phone and dialing a number. Dick sat in his seat, his eyes darting nervously.

Dick (thought voice over): I paid him... I should be fine.

While Bruce talked to Jason on the phone Tim yanked his brother to his side.

Tim (whispering): Who gave it to you, why, was it Roy, and do I need to handle your rehab stay?

Dick (pulling away): I'm not on drugs!

Tim (incredulous): Anymore?

Dick: Never was. I never was! Roy will vouch for me!

Bruce: Let's hear what Roy has to say.

Bruce put the call on speaker and all that could be heard was Jason cackling. Roy's frustrated sighing could be heard in the background.

Bruce: All right, Jason's cackling too much to answer. Roy... repeat what you said to me!

Roy: It was one party and he was stupid enough to want to try it once with me. I was already heavily addicted and even I told him not to try it. That hospital stay afterwards made him not touch it again.

Jason laughed.

Jason: Tell the other part... tell him.

Roy: He did smoke a lot of weed in his college years.

Bruce: He... WHAT?!

Roy (chuckling): Whoops forgot to tell you that earlier.

Dick (angry stuttering): I- I- I fucking paid you not to tell anybody.

Roy: And I said that wasn't guaranteed if I ever got clean! The money is gone now.

Jason: On drugs you bitch.

Roy (laughing): Shut it.

Bruce (monotone): Okay, Dick, five second head start, and then I tackle you and give you a drug test.

Dick ran out of the room as Bruce counted down. Bruce hung up the phone then chased after his eldest son. Alfred entered the office carrying a tray of small coffee cups.

Alfred: What's going on?

Tim (taking a coffee cup): Bruce found out Dick used drugs in the past and he's giving him a drug test.

Dick (running the other way): I was just a young boy!

Bruce (following behind him): SHAMEFUL!

Tim took a sip from his coffee, nodding at the good taste.

Tim: Did you use heroin?

Alfred: What happened in the undocumented war stays in that war. That and it was the old days, I stopped using it after I moved to America.

Tim (shook his head with a smile): I'm glad I'm not addicted to anything.