this is my fanfic

Disclaimer

The stories linked below are works of fiction, based on imaginary characters constructed from a mixture of canonical information drawn from interviews, stage personas, and the fictional constructs of other fans; they are not meant to convey any allegations or cast aspersions against the members of any band or any other real people mentioned therein, individually or collectively. None of the events which transpire in the below works of fiction have ever really happened; they are solely and completely the product of the writer's imagination, and neither infringement nor offense is intended.

Or, put another way: Each of us is a character in our own life. Some lucky people get to be characters in other people's lives, too. It's not real; it doesn't mean anything; it's no big deal.

Content Warning

Some fiction linked below features content deemed unsuitable for persons under the age of legal adulthood. All such fiction is clearly marked, and it is expected that people who are forbidden to view such material legally will bypass these stories. The author is not responsible for any failure by any party to do so.

Dedication

It was LJfleurdeliser who was responsible for my introduction to bandom, dragging me into My Chemical Romance fandom by plying me with YouTube links and photographs, pirated music and fan fiction, until I finally succumbed; and my life has not been the same since. We don't speak anymore, but that does not change the fact that she changed my life in wonderful ways, and for that I am deeply thankful.

And then there's LJirisgirl12000 and LJmadelinesimone and LJsaint_sorrows, LJpenceyprepster and LJmrsquizzical, who help shape my writings and keep me company on the long road from plot-bunny to fiction, and I am oh so very thankful for them, too.

The Stories

Below I present my fan fiction. Most of it focuses on hypothetical relationships between members of bands. If this is not your thing, turn back now.

On the other hand, if it is your thing, you might want to befriend me at LiveJournal, where I am LJrandomepiphany, as all my fanfic gets posted there first.

I have no idea what it is about these people that provokes in me these wild bursts of almost compulsive creativity, stories that claw at me and demand to be written, one after another in a flood of fiction unlike anything I've ever produced before. Maybe part of it is the music, not the lyrics so much as the feel of it, the way it scrapes along my soul and tugs at strings inside me that haven't been plucked at in a long, long time. Maybe part of it is the way they always seem, in interviews and so forth, to be such close units, families of sorts, and my knowledge of all the complexities and intricacies that sort of unity brings. Whatever it is about them that inspires me to create wanton and repeated acts of fiction, I'm terribly and tremendously glad of it, because the very act of writing (never mind the awesome feedback I've received!) has been reward enough in itself.

I'm sensible enough to be fully aware that there's no tie between my fictional cardboard-cutout constructs of the band members and the actual people themselves; the people I write are extrapolations, built from assumptions and the personas carefully presented to the media in interviews and such, bearing no resemblance to the living, breathing human beings with minds and lives of their own which are absolutely none of my business. And to be perfectly honest, I hope to hell that there is no resemblance between my fictional portrayals and the band themselves, because there is already a large part of me that feels uncommonly uneasy with the knowledge that I'm writing stories about real people, and the notion that the stories might actually hit close to home would be... a betrayal, really: an intrusion, a violation of privacy far beyond anything mere fiction, no matter how extreme, could possibly accomplish. I love these guys, for their music and for everything of themselves that they've chosen to give their fans, and the last thing I'd ever want to do is cause them harm - and I find the resolute 'don't google yourself' stance Mikey Way seems to espouse to be a singular comfort, because if any of them were to ever actually read the stuff I write? I would probably, literally, die of embarrassment.

But as it stands, I'm pretty sure it's our guilty little secret, mine and the other fans who indulge in this sort of thing; and I can remain secure and content in my anonymity, and luxuriate in the lovely playground of theoretical possibility that exists inside my twisted little mind. It's a fun place, that playground; and I've spent a whole lot of happy moments there, and hope to continue doing so in the future.

So, without further ado, I present to you the fiction I've found there: and may you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it.


Statistics: 46 Stories. 371,461 Words. 2,117 Kb. Latest Story: Summersong.