Fanfic for cooler weather

The Happy Hedgehog (1272 words) by MToddWebster
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Andrew Hozier-Byrne (Musician)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Andrew Hozier-Byrne/You
Additional Tags: Coffee Shops, Pastries, Autumn, Kissing, Holding Hands, Dating, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Genderqueer Character, Ambiguous Gender
Series: Part 6 of Your Shape in the Doorway
Summary:
You and Andrew enjoy a coffee shop date on an autumn day.

FIC: Sto dasos kapou

Sto dasos kapou (3227 words) by MToddWebster
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Andrew Hozier-Byrne (Musician), Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dionysus/Forest God
Characters: Dionysus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Forest God – Character
Additional Tags: Mythology – Freeform, Celtic Mythology & Folklore, Explicit Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Kissing, Drinking, Pagan Gods, gods having sex, top!Dionysus, Bottom!Forest God, Flowers, Mushrooms, Kemonomimi, Non-Human Genitalia
Series: Part 7 of Tales of the Forest God
Summary:

The young god of the wine and the old god of the forest meet in the woods, and shenanigans ensue.

 

FANFIC: Swimming at Lúnasa

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Swimming at Lúnasa (1216 words) by MToddWebster
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Andrew Hozier-Byrne (Musician)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Andrew Hozier-Byrne/Original Character(s), Andrew Hozier-Byrne/You
Additional Tags: Swimming, Irish Language, Irish Mythology – Freeform, Gender Ambiguity, unspecified gender, Kissing, Tea
Summary:

Wind on sea and wave on ocean… and tea and kissing.

(Image by Sandra Moreno from Pixabay)

 

FIC: Once Upon A Time

Once Upon A Time (1364 words) by MToddWebster
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Good Omens (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: Storytelling, The Great Plan (Good Omens), The Ineffable Plan (Good Omens), Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Angel/Demon Relationship, Angels, Demons
Summary:

Angels (and demons) love human stories because they can’t make up their own. Or can they?

 

A fic preview

Today I began another story about the Forest God. It is demanding a rather different form of storytelling than the previous tales:

He is a god

He is one of the First Ones

the ones who awakened to a knowledge 

of this forming world so close to theirs, 

unlike their world but potentially very like 

and turned their attention

presence

desire 

to that world, shaped its formation 

and found

the gap

what would later be called 

a veil, a door, a tunnel

the gap that let them pass 

from their world into the new one

and then

then they could bless that world

with their light

then they could tend that world 

with their songs

then they could shape that world 

with hands that had just become hands 

and he was one of the first 

to step through that gap 

and become…

FIC: “Spring Frolic”

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Image by diapicard from Pixabay

Spring Frolic (1259 words) by MToddWebster
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Andrew Hozier-Byrne (Musician), Forest God – Fandom
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Forest God/Fox
Additional Tags: Spring, Animal Transformation, Shapeshifting, Flowers, Anal Sex
Series: Part 6 of Tales of the Forest God
Summary:

The flowers are in bloom, and the fox is feeling frisky.

Please note, this is explicit erotica featuring a male/male pairing. If that’s not your cuppa, the back button is your friend!

At last, a story completed

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Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

Children of the Forest God (14701 words) by MToddWebster
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Andrew Hozier-Byrne (Musician), Forest God – Fandom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Forest God & his offspring
Additional Tags: forest god, Parent-Child Relationship, Folklore, Celtic Mythology & Folklore, Pagan Gods, Shapeshifting, Animal Transformation, Minor Violence, Beating, Public Humiliation, Threats of Rape/Non-Con
Series: Part 5 of Tales of the Forest God
Summary:

Three children of the Forest God, in three different times and places, seek their true father in the woods.

I have uploaded the final chapter and this story is complete!

Let me give you an origin myth

In the beginning are these animals who walk on two legs and manipulate things with their paws and look up, above their heads–not at predators diving but at the trees, the sun, the moon, and the stars. Then one day something changes and they know they are not just animals. They are spirits. Spirits in bodies. And there are many other spirits around them.

They are humans.

The humans get to know the other spirits. Some are neighbors, the spirits of tree, rock, spring, plant. Some are the plants they eat and the animals they hunt and the animals who can hunt them. Some are neighbors but strange, near and yet distant, what their children in the far future will call fairies, angels, daemons. Some seem to be former humans. These spirits inspire friendship and collaboration; they have things to give and things that they want. Some other spirits seem to be threats and inspire fear; they can feed on human life without touching the body directly. And some spirits are so much more than all the others that they inspire awe, adoration, worship. Later generations will call them gods.

To connect with the spirits, humans give of their all, their best. They gather together wearing fine clothing and jewelry. They play instruments and sing like birds. They dance, imitating the animals. They put on masks and costumes to resemble the spirits. They act out things that have been and things they desire. They share their own food and drink. The spirits come to sing and dance with them, teach them, make love with them. From the greatest spirits, the shining ones, come the greatest gifts.

Over thousands of years, small bands become tribes, tribes become villages, villages turn into cities. Civilization means specialization, and the things that were once part of celebrating the spirits gradually separate into discrete disciplines. Music, theatre, and dance separate from religion. The knowledge of landscape and times, the movements of the heavenly bodies, the behaviors of other beings becomes science. Religion turns on the remaining branch of knowledge, magic, and pushes it out of the temple. Magic, the rejected teenager, grows up with a bit of a chip on its shoulder.

But all human knowledge, all human art, began in what we would now call religion, in the dance around the fire to establish and celebrate connection with the spirits. In the exchange between the visible and invisible worlds that we now call magic or shamanism or animism or some other word that means “that wasn’t real, we don’t do that any more”. Our creativity flows from knowing ourselves as a kind of spirit among other spirits and an exchange of gifts with the otherworld, an offering and a blessing, a blessing and an offering. The arts and sciences, including magic, grew up and left religion at home, but she is still there, tending the hearth, waiting for her children to come back and dance around the fire with the other spirits.

Preview of a new story

In the spring, when summer was almost come, the women and girls would get together and make garlands of the earliest flowers, and put them on and dance around the tree, and pour offerings of wine and clean water over its roots, and then hang the garlands on the tree’s boughs when they were done. I danced with them, hearing the tree sing its pleasure in return. It always began to bloom soon after the garlands were hung on it. 

We had always done this. Then one year came a priest in his black robes who threw his holy water at us and burned foul-smelling in a metal pot, ranting and raving at us and calling us witches, demon lovers, daughters of evil, and what not else. My mother and the other women put themselves between him and the girls.

“Away with you!” one woman shouted. “You’re the evil one, seeing badness everywhere!”

“We do you no harm! You’ll still get your congregation and your money!” cried another.

“We have always done this,” said my mother. “The Marcouls have always known and permitted it.”

The priest chanted something in his holy language, and spat toward my mother. “Not for much longer,” he said, and took his holy water and his foul smoke away. 

I crept out to the tree after dinner that night, to put my arms around it and whisper comforting words. “We will not let him harm you,” I said. “We will sing and dance for you and drench your roots just as we have always done.” I felt the tree quiver and embraced it more tightly.

–from chapter three of “Children of the Forest God”, the first two chapters of which can be found here

FIC: “Be like the Rose”

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Image by Josch13 from Pixabay

Be like the Rose (3903 words) by MToddWebster
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Andrew Hozier-Byrne (Musician)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: OMC/OFC, The Musician/The Lady of the Roses
Additional Tags: Inspired by Music, Fairy Tale Elements, Fairy Tale Style, Roses, Apocalypse, Musicians
Summary:

“Be there just as you stand, or be like the rose that you hold in your hand, that will grow bold in a barren and desolate land, and lover, be good to me.” –Hozier, “Be” from his album Wasteland, Baby!

 

A preview of a forthcoming story

He had no interest in the sword or in weapons or in horses. He did not read books except of stories and poetry, and only in the vernacular. He followed after his mother as she managed the household and when she took time to embroider and paint. Secretly he helped the maids in the kitchen and the gardener in the garden, until his father caught him and scolded him for his behavior.

He was a strange and lonely youth, but one day the elderly gardener, who was about to retire, came to him with a thing wrapped in worn silk. “This is in thanks for your help, lad. Once I used to play it sweetly, but my fingers have lost the knack. Perhaps you can teach yourself to play it. Just don’t let your father catch you.” He handed over the thing in silk and walked slowly away.

The mysterious gift, unwrapped, was a thing in an even more worn and battered leather case, and when the youth undid the clasps and opened it, he found that it was a lute. It was old, surely, and yet seemed beautiful to him, without any wear or damage. He drew a finger across the strings, and the sound was sweet and thrilling. It was richly carved, and the head of the instrument bore the face of a beautiful woman crowned with roses.

Another Tale of the Forest God

Children of the Forest God (3495 words) by MToddWebster
Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: Andrew Hozier-Byrne (Musician), Forest God – Fandom
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Forest God & his offspring
Additional Tags: forest god, Parent-Child Relationship, Folklore, Celtic Mythology & Folklore, Pagan Gods
Series: Part 5 of Tales of the Forest God
Summary:

Three children of the Forest God, in three different times and places, seek their true father in the woods.

 

My long career in fanfic

Over the years, the Open Doors project has imported works from numerous older fanfic archives, going back into the 1990s. These earlier archives were usually single-fandom collections, often created and maintained by one individual, albeit with some automation. Thanks to the OD project, I’ve just added over forty stories to my works at the Archive of Our Own, mostly from Down in the Basement, the great slash archive of X-Files fandom, with a handful of Harry Potter works that were once archived at Ink-Stained Fingers. Some of these stories… I hesitate to say it, because wow, do I feel old… but some of these stories are over twenty years old now.  Nevertheless, you can now survey two decades of my writing at AO3. Enjoy! (And if you do, buy me a cuppa?)