#collaborative fanfic

A Steel Ball Run! Modern AU Collaborative Fanfic

Synopsis:

As per a lucky coincidence, two friends otherwise separated by a literal ocean, have the chance to live together in New York in order to pursue their careers; Jen as a manager in a bigger store, and Mac as a way to open broader doors to her artistic dream. However, moving together has made their lives get thrown into a chaos they didn’t anticipate.

Rent. Work. Love life.

Everything crumbled in front of their own eyes like it was a cookie before they could do anything about it. After finally being able to get back on their feet, they thought they saw the light at the end of the tunnel. But in retrospect, maybe it was the light casted off of a certain blonde.

For Day 4 of @nestaarcheronweek: Lovers!

Surprise! @limeandorange and I have been working on this lovely fic together, and hope you enjoy!

Ship: Nesta Archeron/OC Status: Chapter 2/5 Rating: N/A Words: 6,666 (lol!) overall, 4570 for Chapter 2

Read Chapter 2 here!

Start at the beginning here!

Chapter Snippet:

Nesta was used to males leaving in the middle of the night. Most did; typically, they rolled out of her bed with little more than slurred thanks or breathless silence, tugging on clothes like they couldn’t stand to stay inside her orbit too long. She preferred it that way. Clean exits. No expectations. Some lingered until morning—they stretched, smiled, made banal small talk while putting their boots back on and left. A few even asked if she wanted to get breakfast, but she always said no. Then there were the ones who didn’t take the hint. The ones who stayed too long, touched too much, and made her say it aloud: you should go. Sharp-edged. Steely. Cold enough to make sure they left and didn’t come back. This morning, she blinked up at the ceiling, her mouth dry, her skull a tight cage around the dull throb that had formed behind her eyes. This was the kind of hangover that didn’t scream—only dragged . Her limbs felt heavy, her throat sour. Her stomach roiled slightly when she shifted on the mattress and felt an unexpected weight beside her. The male’s arm was slung over his own chest, fingers splayed open like he’d fallen asleep mid-gesture. He lay on his side with one knee curled up slightly, his bare skin half-tangled in the blanket. His hair was a mess, dark and flattened in one spot where it had dried with sweat against her pillow. Niall.

All's Fair

Part of the Mass Effect/WWII series, Romance & Resistance, a collaborative series of fics featuring @happychica's John (Shepard) Smith and my Lachlan (Shepard) Berger.

Chapter 4: Quoting the Morning

Excerpt:

Lachlan stirred as John combed his fingers through that hair, which teetered on the edge of being too long.  Buried his nose against John’s chest before shifting to brush a kiss over his collarbone.  Tugging playfully at the thin white cotton of his nightshirt as a horse might search for more oats.

The morning ritual complete, sky blue eyes peered up at John, framed by lashes as pale as his hair was vibrant.  “Mornin’.”

“Morning,” John returned.  His hand continued its path, undeterred by the happy hum as Lachlan moved so that he could rest his chin on a bare forearm, returning John’s lazy smile.

“I know that look,” Lachlan said, voice sleep soft.  “What’s got you up and thinkin’ so early?”

“Just wondering if you love me,” John said.  He smiled at the look of sudden wakefulness in that so recently relaxed face and threw his man a bone.  “ For there are none of my uncle’s marks upon you. ”

Okay, let’s try something.

I’ve created a google group called Let’s Write Fanfic Together. It’s... exactly what it sounds like. It’s a forum where we can collaborate on fanfic together. 

Each topic posted to the forum is a new fanfic, and each subsequent post builds that fanfic. I’ve started us off with a couple of LiS ones because that’s most of what I write, but feel free to add your own for whatever fandom you want to write for. Just follow the rules in the welcome message and be kind to each other, and this could be a really cool thing and a nice way to combat feelings of isolation during this time of social distancing. 

You don’t have to be a great (or even a good) fanfic writer. You don’t have to have ever written fanfic before. Just have fun, be respectful of others, and nerd out with us.

Today I came up with an idea for a story. It’s a one-shot, maybe a two-shot, and it’s at least 75% crack. I was telling my boyfriend, Tom, and my roommate, @o-dragon05, about it over dinner tonight. When I hit a pause, Tom turned to me and said, “You know what might be a good idea for a fanfic?”

And he proceeded to tell me about an idea he had.

And I absolutely fucking loved it.

I still want to write the one I told him about, but holy hell, I love his idea so much! It’s the first idea he’s ever had for a fanfic and I’m so proud of him. After dinner we went home and outlined his whole fic. It’s five chapters, mostly crack, and full of Tom’s particular brand of humor. It’s a humorous take on the self-insert genre and would be concise, a bit meta, and just plain fun to write.

Tom isn’t a writer, so I’ll be doing the actual penning of this thing (with Tom consulting all the while). He and I are both pretty set on bringing this little vision of his to life. It’s nice that it’s so short and that we were able to outline it, too. I won’t be posting any of it until it’s all finished and has Tom’s seal of approval (no idea when that’ll be) but I thought I’d tell you about it anyway. Never EVER thought I'd collaborate on a fic with a significant other, but c'est la vie!