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Writing Fan Fiction - Platfom or Fad?| Now Novel
Writing fan fiction has launched the careers of some bestselling fiction writers. Is it a fad as some writers say or a useful writing platform?

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What is fan fiction?

Fan fiction is a blanket term for unauthorised stories written by fans of existing material and based in the world of that material although in some cases it is expanded to include fiction about real people. Here’s how writing fan fiction can be a training ground for new writers:

Fan fiction can be controversial. Some people look down on it as a waste of time and as producing inferior writing, but it has inarguably launched some very successful writing careers, and the very best fan fiction can hold its own against published work elsewhere.

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ok but single father steve and kindergarten teacher tony au

genius billionaire tony who mysteriously retired from the arms business after afghanistan and became a teacher instead. who everyone thought always hated kids but is secretly brilliant with them. who makes story time and learning to count seem like an adventure.

and of course steve’s kid adOREs tony. he thinks mr. s is the coolest thing on this planet and he talks about him non stop like he’s a combination between a wizard and an astronaut the way he talks about him and the class pet, this robot arm called dummy, and the awesome science classes mr. s does with them.

and there’s parent teacher interviews and steve finally gets to meet the illustrious mr. s and he’s charming and funny and way too handsome to be his kid’s teacher. and tony’s having an internal meltdown because rule one of his contract is that teachers aren’t allowed to date parents (tyvm prinicipal fury he can keep it in his pants ok he’s not like that anymore). but they still exchange numbers for purely professional purposes, emergencies and etc. so steve starts bringing coffee for tony in the mornings when he drops off the kid and the kid getting sick one day and tony calling to check up on him all worried.

i need the thing someone write the thing

Jan. ‘16. Been lazy about compiling lists for My Bootleg Rec Page. So arranged marriage AUs bc I’ve pretty much read every fic with that tag. Also kind of a part II to my royalty au reclist.

* = fics that could use more love and appreciation i.e KUDOS & COMMENTS :D

But why doesn’t this have a million kudos???????? Completely stole my heart: 

*Things Remembered by kaige68 (5/5 | 4,682 | Mature) 

Derek reflects on the ceremonies that will have him fully married by the end of the day.


*They Say Love Is Blind, But Love Is Insane by FactoryWorker8 (10/10 | 25,197 | Teen)

Prince Derek has yet to marry by his 29th birthday and tradition states he must be married to a chosen suitor by the time he turns 30. Stiles, the ultimate nobody from the ultimate nowhere, is the one chosen to marry the moody recluse.

Rated teen and up for swearing.

Everything about this is so on point! Wicked. I cried. Too manny damn feels:

Sinking Ships by standinginanicedress (5/5 | 106,646 | Explicit) 

Derek Hale has never met a human before.

Throughout his life, he’s probably encountered, give or take, a hundred or so. A mere hundred human beings in his twenty-three years walking around on earth, compared to themillions of weres he’s seen. And, even then, encountered them he might have, but met? Not even close.

He’s had his dry cleaning handed off to him by a mousy looking human girl in a shirt three sizes too big for her with huge eyes and shaking hands while a beta werewolf yelled at her in the background for being too skittish (wonder why that could possibly be), he’s walked past teenage humans cleaning windows and sweeping pebbles off of sidewalks, he’s had the door opened up for him by older humans in pristine uniforms outside of restaurants – but never, never once, has he stuck his hand out to a human and said hi, my name is…

He could probably count on one hand the number of times he’s even been made aware that a human within a hundred feet of him even had a name.

I could read this over and over again: 

and the wild things roared their terrible roar by hoars (1/1 | 4,905 | Explicit)

Derek as Khal Drogo (but set in snow beyond the wall) and Stiles as Daenerys Stormborn (although he’s a greenseer of the Children rather than a dragon).

Like SO sterek!: 

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PROMPT: If it tickles your fancy, i’d DIE to read this! :) “our parents are forcing us into an arranged marriage and we hate each other but now i’m in love with you and i don’t think it’s mutual”

This HURTS SO BAD!! And Stiles is AWESOME!: 

Things We Lost by Dexterous_Sinistrous (2/2 | 20,008 | Explicit)

“Who … who am I to wed?”

A small flash of guilt covered the king’s features before he was able to recover. “Your union will join the royal families—joining our family to the Hales.”

Dread and sorrow sunk in Stiles’ stomach as he closed his eyes.

There was only one Hale left unharmed by the great fire that nearly wiped out the entire royal family—the Dread Wolf of Triskelia, Crowned King Derek Hale.

Honestly adorable. The pacing and build-up is so damn sweet:

Is Forever Enough by GodTheSilver (1/1 | 10,836 | Mature)

“Are we gonna place a bet on who feels more awkward?” is the first thing he manages to say.

There’s a huff from Derek that could be a laugh, and Stiles takes the water bottle Derek hands him. “Maybe we should call it even,” Derek says, turning around to face Stiles. “Then we could move past it and get to the good parts.”

“The good parts?”

“Yeah,” Derek says, smiling at Stiles. “Going out on a date, for instance.”

This fic is such a gem: 

Mail Order Stiles by Green (1/1 | 17,489 | Explicit) 

Stiles laughs. “The day I become a mail-order bride is the day I eat my hat.”

“You don’t even wear a hat.“

“I’ll buy a hat for the occasion,” Stiles says. “A white one with a veil.”

(Stiles doesn’t eat a hat, but that’s just because he’s too busy with his new husband, his five children, his new husband’s ex, and a deadly feud with the neighboring ranch)


The One Where They’re Forced To Marry In Ye Olden Times by Stoney (1/1 | 16,100 | Explicit)

Due to the destruction of House Hale and the debts incurred in their survival and search for justice, the King (blah blah, make believe world) arranges a marriage between Derek and Stiles, eliminating all debts the Hales may owe. Derek is very unhappy. Stiles is pretty shocked at who he’s being matched with, but he’s certainly not unhappy. It’s pretty clear from the start Derek doesn’t share that feeling.

Stiles passes the time by hunting with his falcon, Derek broods. Until…

*Hugs this fic* *Squeezes the shit out of this fic*:

The One With The Mail-Order Brides and A/B/O Dynamics by Stoney (1/1 | 16,149 | Explicit) 

Wolves aren’t meant to be alone. Laura tells Derek this repeatedly. Which… is why Derek knows he’s losing his mind, as Laura has been dead for more than six years. Wolves aren’t meant to be alone.

And so he sends away for a companion. JUST for a companion, not for a mate. The universe, however, has a different plan in store for him.

So precious! So fluffy 

Jitters by kelleigh (1/1 | 6,821 | Explicit) 

The wedding was Peter’s idea: a way to unite two packs, not to mention curry favor with another Alpha. Laura found her mate before she became the Hale Alpha, Cora is too young to be matched, and Peter obviously would never inconvenience himself in such a way. That left Derek.

The night before the wedding, Derek’s a nervous wreck. He’s alone in his hotel suite, thinking about bolting and leaving Peter and Laura to pick up the pieces, when room service knocks on his door with a very special delivery…

Cute overload!: 

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PROMPT: Sterek, arranged marriage, meeting for the first time

Aww yeahh. My jam!:

By Moon and Stars by kellifer_fic (1/1 | 15,929 | Mature)

"Have you heard of this Alpha?” Stiles asks, shuffling up his pallet so Scott has room to sit. Scott does with a grateful little twist of his mouth. Stefan forces him into the Stilinski ceremonial armor when they travel and Stiles can see that it’s heavy and doesn’t sit well on Scott. He can’t shift encased in metal and Stefan knows it.

“I know of him, mostly stories that seem a little fantastical. Shifters exaggerate just like common people. They like their war stories.”

“Tell me of him. Tell me a war story.”

I’m melting! I’m gooop!: 

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PROMPT: Here’s a prompt if you’re willing, sterek arranged marriage - the day they fall in love. (If that makes sense hahaha)


Stand Here At The Edge of Something New by Chiomi (1/1 | 3,233 | Explicit) 

This is Stiles’ last night of freedom before he’s married to a man he hasn’t seen in over a decade - not even photos, not even Facebook. He intends to make the most of it.


All The Queen’s Horses by kototyph (1/1 | 1,943 | Teen) 

“You,” Stiles says. “You… are not Lady Cora.”

“No,” the prince in his bed answers.

I love this!: 

With This Ring by snarkasaurus (1/1 | 7,578 | Explicit)

Stiles always knew he was going to wind up married and mated to the Hale Alpha. There was a legal contract and everything. He just didn’t plan on it being Derek Hale, or for it to feel like this.

Happy reading! 


I knew he would catch up. But my feet tried to do what my heart couldn’t; they tried to leave him behind. – (x)

Our friends at the Guardian are in the middle of a very interesting series on literary definitions, and recently Elizabeth Edmondson has taken issue with the distinction between literary and genre fiction: 

“Genre fiction” is a nasty phrase – when did genre turn into an adjective? But I object to the term for a different reason. It’s weasel wording, in that it conflates lit fic with literature. It was clever marketing by publishers to set certain contemporary fiction apart and declare it Literature – and therefore Important, Art and somehow better than other writing.

Jane Austen, she says, “never for a moment imagined she was writing Literature. Posterity decided that – not her, not John Murray, not even her contemporary readership. She wrote fiction, to entertain and to make money.”

Nine-tenths of me agrees with her.  No, more like 99/100 of me agrees with her – there’s just a tiny little Angry Nerd somewhere inside me who’s jumping up and down, stomping her tiny foot in rage and yelling at the lit-fic crowd to get off my lawn.  Anyhow, it’s a thoughtful, well-argued read, and you can see the rest of it here.


Fic:  Hurl Clichés At Me

Title: Hurl Clichés At Me
Rating: R for sexual situations
Characters: Mulder/Scully sex
Summary:   “You do have some pretty bad pickup lines, Scully.”

For kateyes224, who wanted sweet happy smut.

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cs fic: my heart unfolding my home

Summary: Emma needs to move, move, move.

a/n: I needed to write - I’ve been in such a rut, and my fingers were demanding it. Then, my beautiful sunflower bemusedbicycle left on her cross country roadtrip, and well…this happened.

cs fic: my heart unfolding my home

She thought she’d tamed this part of her, filled this particular void, when she’d claimed Storybrooke as hers, accepted home and all that encompasses (people, objects, earth). 

It’s not an itch, so much as a rattle that keeps her tracing the lines of the ceiling, the corners where the room meets and parts; a vibration in her bones that is saying move move move, and drowning her on dry land. 

“You all right there, Swan?” his murmuring question stumbles across the pillow. She doesn’t turn, and he’s still, too.

“What if I’m wrong?”

“About what?”

“No,” she shakes her head. It’s an acute, barbed fear she’s never voiced (words made flesh and all that).  “What if I’m missing something? What if, after all of this - saving my family, finding Henry, finding a home - what if I’m just… broken?”

He seems to measure her words against his sleep-addled mind, a silence just this side of gnawing.

“I spent three centuries in Neverland,” she feels the shadow of his mouth and how it craves contact with the curve of her shoulder, “And I never once grew tired of the sea.” 

When the softness of his mouth meets her skin she exhales, shaky and bowed with the weight of her small shard of emptiness.

“Come on, then,” breath and scrape and warmth, and he rolls from the bed in a languid motion, shuffling in tired movements across the floor.

“Where are you going?” his fingers skim the top of her dresser, and she’s sitting up now, watching the night bend about his back, the angles and lines of his neck and jaw.

There’s a metallic clatter to the right of her feet and it takes a moment for the action to register - car keys. 

“I don’t know, love,” he steps into a pair of jeans left vacant on the floor, “where are we going?”

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The Slap Bet

summary: Louise challenges Dan to a slap bet on who can get a significant other before the end of their final year at school.

genre: fluff, humor

tw: swearing

word count: 2.2k

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Slashsessed Fanfiction Review

Some Injuries Sustained by downtowndystopia

Sometimes Rei forgets how small Nagisa is in relation to himself, and sometimes he doesn’t know his own strength in romantic situations…

This is an adorably funny one shot featuring one of my favorite couples! It’s a quick read, but I’m sure you will experience plenty of chuckling and “aww” moments. Give this story a try! It’s sure to bring a smile to your face!

artwork credit: viria

Here’s how you improve all of these [superhero] shows in one fell swoop. Very quickly, you just give the writers’ room this edict: No abstract nouns… Amid all these larger-than-life things, people are still people and they still talk like human beings, and as soon as you start getting an abstract noun in there, it feels like you’re pressing down on it. So don’t say ‘good,’ don’t say ‘evil,’ don’t say ‘justice,’ don’t say ‘power.’ ‘Power’ especially. Don’t say ‘crime,’ don’t say ‘corruption.’ This is going to be tough for Gotham, but don’t say ‘This city.’ ‘This city needs me.’ No, it doesn’t. People need you.
—  Glen Weldon in Pop Culture Happy Hour on one way to instantly improve the writing on Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D.ArrowConstantineThe Flash, and Gotham (quoted in the AV Club

I actually have this story up on my FFN account, but I decided that maybe I should also post it here too. You know, really spread the pain around. So yeah, this story is based on a guilty pleasure AU I have. The first 3 chapters won’t show what’s AU about the story. The AU part will come with chapter 4. But, until chapter 4 shows up, you can enjoy the rest. I only made 2 chapter so far, so here’s chapter 1! Chapter 2 may get posted later today on this site. I plan on uploading chapter 3 on FFN later today too, so I’ll maybe upload the chapter on this site tomorrow or something. We’ll see! Well, let’s get on with the tale~!

Title: Twist of Fate Chapter 1

Chapter Title: You and Me

Fandom: Big Hero 6

Summary: Big Hero 6 AU. A small twist of fate can change quite a lot about a story. But, in the end, a brother still grieves. A story that looks to offer a different but familiar approach to the story if a certain something had happened differently.

Warnings: While not present in this chapter, movie spoilers will appear in later chapters.


“Tadashi, honey, don’t be like that…”

Six year old Tadashi Hamada’s pout grew bigger at his mother’s words. He drew himself up into a tighter ball as he lay on the couch, fiddling away with the toy robot his father had gotten him for his birthday the week before.

He heard his parents sighing. He wasn’t taking the news as they had expected, but he didn’t care. You see, Tomeo and Marie Hamada had come back from the doctor’s office with what they thought was exciting news.

Tadashi Hamada was going to be a big brother…and he didn’t like that at all.

Tadashi had heard about what it was like to be an older sibling from the other kids at school. He’d seen what it was like too. Parents never had time for the oldest anymore, focusing all their attention on the new baby. They spoiled the baby rotten while the older one got left behind. A boy in his class had told him about how his little sister always got away with messing up his stuff since she’s his parents’ “precious angel”. One of the girls talked about how her little brother’s crying has kept her up all night. Tadashi had seen a couple younger siblings do something wrong, only to get the older sibling in trouble. Because it was the older sibling’s “job” to look out for the younger ones.

If that was how being a big brother was like, then Tadashi wanted no part of it. He wanted his parents’ love all to himself, thank you very much.

“Tadashi,” his mother said softly, taking a seat beside where he was curled up on the couch, “C'mon, sweetie, I know you’ll be a wonderful big brother.”

“I don’t want a baby,” the six year old mumbled, a frown planted firmly on his face as he twisted his robot’s arm this way and that, “Cancel the order.”

“Tadashi, that…isn’t exactly how it works,” his father replied, amusement in his voice, “You’ll love your new brother or sister, I’m sure you will.”

“No, I won’t,” Tadashi answered, sitting up and glaring at his father, “Being a big brother won’t be any fun. The other kids said so.”

“Well, they’re new to being older siblings,” Mr. Hamada pointed out, “I probably would’ve acted the same way if I ever had a sibling.”

“I was that way,” Mrs. Hamada added, “You know how your Aunt Cass is my little sister, right, Tadashi? Oh, I remember crying and begging my parents to take her back when I first saw her at the hospital.”

“Marie…” Mr. Hamada began warningly, looking at the way Tadashi stared at his mother.

“She never seemed to stop crying either!” Mrs. Hamada continued on, too lost in memories, “I was practically falling asleep in class for the whole first year!”


“And that little weasel was always drooling over all my stuff. I got so mad when I saw her chewing on my favorite book.”


“And do not get me started on that time with the go-kart and that ice cream truck! My parents never let me hear the end of that one-”


Mrs. Hamada jumped at her husband’s shout before following his finger, pointed at their son. She chuckled sheepishly at the horrified expression on Tadashi’s face.

“Yup,” Tadashi decided as he jumped off the couch, “I don’t want a baby!”

With that he ran out of the living room, headed towards his own bedroom. That decided it. There was no way Tadashi would ever like this new baby. He only hoped his parents would understand and decide to cancel their order after all.


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cs fic: help me not to shake

This is for the lovely seastarved, who just needed Emma and Hook to talk. 

cs fic: help me not to shake

She’s started in on her second cup of coffee and he still hasn’t walked through the front door of the diner.

The formica and chrome are dull on a rainy spring morning, and she’s feeling somewhat muted herself. He’s usually here by now to comment on the bitterness of Granny’s brew, to rest his elbows and hang his head over his mug.

“I had to take Henry’s videogame away from him twice last night,” she would tell him.

“Let the lad have his fun,” he’d say and absently flip through the pages of the newspaper with creased brows and a hum of feigned understanding.

She’d snort and look at the last dregs at the bottom of her cup, waiting to swallow them at the same moment he finishes his own. “You don’t even know what a videogame is.”

“I don’t need to know what a viniogame is to know that the boy needs space to be a boy,” he would intone with a raised eyebrow. He’d complete the scene with a staged swig of his drink, and she would sigh but it would be a sound of happiness not aggravation.

But he’s not here, and he didn’t join her yesterday, so she tries not to think too much about it as she signals Ruby for a third cup.

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Dad!Max:  The Role of Children in Post-Apocalyptic Australia

In the post-/apocalypse genre, children symbolise hope for the future. Think about ‘I Am Legend’ (film) or 'Children of Men’ or 'The Road’: at the end of each of these, the main protagonist is a relic from the generation that killed the world who must sacrifice himself to safeguard the future of humanity as embodied by the children they protect.

Children are a Really Big Deal in Mad Max. I want to look at it in two sections:

  1. Kids in canon
  2. Kids in fanon

Because these are separate but related. And since this is my Tumblr, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!

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Sun Above Your Shoulders - Chapter 1 - longleggedgit - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Sun Above Your Shoulders

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina

Summary: Hinata and Kageyama go to different high schools and meet again in Okinawa for the first time since middle school.

“Toss for me!”

The boy is grinning, already leading the way onto the court, walking backwards. Unthinkingly, Kageyama starts to follow him, then stops, annoyed at himself.

“I don’t even know your name,” he says.

“Hinata Shouyou.” Hinata steps to the right side of the net and waits.

Notes: Listen, this ridiculous thing wouldn’t even exist if not for @reallycorking warmly embracing my plot ideas and drawing inspiring fanart (more within the fic itself, click for full size!!) and enduring my periodic email updates for months on end, David fucking Copperfield-style, from start to finish, so please give her a round of applause for all the inspiration and constant feedback. Also a round of applause for @reeology for betaing, thank you so much your feedback was invaluable <333

Title from the highly appropriate Greek Song by Rufus Wainwright!

it’s (never) only play-pretend

“And so you thought getting a fake boyfriend was the perfect solution.”

Stiles scrunches his nose at him.

“When you say it like that it sounds like a terrible idea.”

Derek doesn’t say a thing, just looks at Stiles.

“He was supposed to back off, okay? Like a ‘yay, Stiles finally found someone desperate enough to date his sorry ass, I can finally retire from the matchmaking business’ thing.”

(Or: the one in which Stiles and Derek are the worst fake boyfriends.)

teen | 5980 words

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Stray by minchout

While taking Sadie and Harley for a run one morning, Jared finds a stray Jensen and takes him home. Loads of hurt!Jensen and protective!Jared. Words: 5,931