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brmqtrI wrote Author RPF fanfiction. It's Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (Friendship).
Here is summary:
At first glance, the “Fantasy Creators Convention” looks ordinary—rows of booths, autograph lines, and badly designed banners in Comic Sans. But when Terry and Neil arrive, they quickly discover the truth: the attendees are not fans in costumes, but actual gods, monsters, and mythical beings who claim to be their creations.
What begins as a harmless signing session spirals into chaos. Hades insists Terry wrote him. A kitsune swears Neil made her. A griffin complains about being left out of Good Omens. Soon the convention hall splits into two factions—Team Terry, armed with contracts and forms, and Team Neil, chanting in free verse—threatening to unravel reality itself.
The only way to save the world is the way they once wrote together: with wit, satire, myth, and friendship. From panels on “World-Building for Deities” to a three-headed Cerberus stamping receipts in slobber, Terry and Neil must improvise a joint performance that reminds everyone of a simple truth: imagination isn’t owned—it’s shared.
And if the cosmos survives, there’s always next year’s convention.
You can read the story on fanfiction archive here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/71909456
Here is summary:
At first glance, the “Fantasy Creators Convention” looks ordinary—rows of booths, autograph lines, and badly designed banners in Comic Sans. But when Terry and Neil arrive, they quickly discover the truth: the attendees are not fans in costumes, but actual gods, monsters, and mythical beings who claim to be their creations.
What begins as a harmless signing session spirals into chaos. Hades insists Terry wrote him. A kitsune swears Neil made her. A griffin complains about being left out of Good Omens. Soon the convention hall splits into two factions—Team Terry, armed with contracts and forms, and Team Neil, chanting in free verse—threatening to unravel reality itself.
The only way to save the world is the way they once wrote together: with wit, satire, myth, and friendship. From panels on “World-Building for Deities” to a three-headed Cerberus stamping receipts in slobber, Terry and Neil must improvise a joint performance that reminds everyone of a simple truth: imagination isn’t owned—it’s shared.
And if the cosmos survives, there’s always next year’s convention.
You can read the story on fanfiction archive here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/71909456
