The Bad Place
You can read the whole story here or on AO3.
my fanfiction
The Bad Place (4/4)
And here’s the end. This story didn’t get much attention really but I loved writing it. It was a chance to get out some thoughts on life, death and fairness.
Previously-
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The Bad Place (1/4)
This is a The Good Place fanfiction I’ve been working on for about a year now. I started thinking about it after the finale aired last year, and it went from there.
It features very few of the characters from the actual show, has a far less comedic tone and perhaps only counts as a fanfiction in the loosest sense really…but it is my sort-of answer to the one question the show never tackled, “What happens to children and babies in the afterlife?”
(more…)another, sadder Red Dwarf fanfiction
GOD this has been in the works for ages. I always say, you wanna know what a character is or why you like ’em, kill ’em. (Or worse.)
Title: The Punchline
Fandom: Red Dwarf
Characters: Lister and Rimmer, also Holly, sort of, mostly
Summary: A massive cosmic joke is finally drawing to an end for Lister and Rimmer.
Read it on AO3, or-
(more…)a Red Dwarf fanfic
JUST in time to celebrate the one-month anniversary of The Promised Land, I think.
Title: The Dance
Fandom: Red Dwarf
Characters: All the main smegheads but mostly Lister and Rimmer
Summary: A coda to The Promised Land, in which conversations are had.
(Shippy, but honestly not much more than the show is at this point)
Read it on AO3, or:
(more…)a post-endgame fanfic: A Scar on the World (Gamora and Natasha)
So you probably know that I had a couple of issues with Endgame, especially what happened to Gamora, and this is my attempt to fix them. (Pay attention, James Gunn.)
Title: A Scar on the World
Fandom: MCU/Guardians of the Galaxy
Characters: Gamora, Natasha
Summary: Gamora is trying to come to terms with being alone and displaced in time. Luckily, the universe isn’t done with either her or Natasha Romanoff.
A couple of weeks ago @royalarmyofoz made a Gail/Erica gifset with the tag
#fun fact: if erica drew the short straw there is no way in hell gail would have let her do it either
and I had to write that scenario!
It has an unnecessarily pretentious title but I hope you enjoy it.
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Persephone in the Underworld
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Erica looked at her straw, and then she looked at Gail, and then she turned and ran out of the room without saying a thing.
Gail observed the faces of the other people in the room. They all looked sympathetic, but each and every one of them was clearly thinking “Thank god it wasn’t me.”
(more…)I’ve had this little snippet of a GOTG fic in my head for ages now, but I don’t know what to do with it. Originally it was gonna be the opening for a missing-moment type fic provisionally almost titled “Wait, What Happened To Yondu Inbetween Him Waving Goodbye To Rocket And Picking Up Peter, Oh God I Bet Ego Was Physically And Mentally Beating The Shit Out Of Him Wasn’t He.” But I don’t know if that will see the light of day for a while. I really hope it does though:
The snow was falling so thick and heavily that it had cast the whole world in a sort of white resin. Contraxia was like that: it was bleak, and it was dangerous.
Two figures, a man and a boy, were making their way upwards through the blizzard. One of them was struggling, but the other one didn’t stop to help him. In fact, he walked faster.
Eventually, they reached their destination. It was a tree, once green and lush and now withered and dying and covered in snow.
“S’the last living tree on Contraxia,” said Yondu, “fer now.”
“So?” said Peter. The long walk in the cold had frozen his body, but it hadn’t killed his spirit.
“Hey! Don’t give me sass, boy. You wanna be a Ravager, you learn our traditions! Y’hear? This’s the only bitta real life left on this planet from before the Kree invaded and enslaved its people and killed the rest. You pay it yer damn respects!”
Peter had no idea how to pay respects to a tree, or what Yondu would even qualify as “respect”. He eventually settled for a slight nod and a slumped position.
“Some of ‘em were my people,” Yondu said. He wasn’t actually paying all that much attention to Peter’s posture. “The ones who said hell no, you ain’t getting our kids, and died or got taken anyway. Thass where parenty affection gets ya, kid. A slave collar.”
Something uncomfortable was making its way into Peter’s brain, and he didn’t want to say it. But ultimately he figured he had nothing to lose. For all he knew he could die of the cold halfway down the mountain.
“That’s me then, right? You gonna slap a collar on me?”
Yondu’s face changed completely. It was like his whole being temporarily just collapsed in on itself.
“You think you a slave, boy?”
When Peter had been a child he had had nightmares about monsters with red eyes watching him from the shadows. It was those fearful things he thought of as Yondu grabbed his shoulders and glared at him.
“Thass what you think?” the man yelled.
What Peter wanted to say was, well you’re clearly not my parent, and there’s precious few other damn options for this relationship. But he didn’t say that. He was nine years old and his mother was dead. “No,” he whispered. “I just – I just wondered.”
“You wonder some fucking stupid things, boy!”
Yondu let go of him and turned his back on the tree. He started walking away.
“All that work you do on the ship? You get paid at the end of the month same’as everyone else,” he said, his voice a snarl. “Hell, I told you that when you came aboard, but I guess you were too busy cryin’ like a whelp to realise.” A pause. “And you free to leave anytime you like. You remember that. Ain’t you lucky?”
A few seconds later he was just a shadow in the snow. A few seconds after that, Peter followed him.
The last living tree on Contraxia lasted a few more years, and then it died and sank into the mountain.