Hello,
Today marks the final day of Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024, and the end of my submissions to the project!
I've had so much fun writing for this event, and poured my absolute heart and soul into these fics. It's been tough, but I've honestly loved every second. I'm so grateful for the opportunity to stretch my writing muscles and write some fics I never would've had the motivation to get down on paper otherwise! Instead of posting them all in individual journals throughout the week, I've decided it'd be a better idea to make a masterlist of all my works for the event here.
Dead Boys
Type: Oneshot
Rating: Teen
Category: Gen
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 3,171
The anniversaries are short-lived, but they come back around at breakneck speed.
On the anniversary of Elron’s death, the Gerhardts hold a family dinner in his honour. It doesn’t quite go to plan, as conflicting opinions on war, the world, and who should be sat at that table, lead to a heated argument.
For Day 1 of Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024: Anniversaries
Snippet:
It was a rare occasion for the entire family to eat together. The mismatched wooden chairs always seemed to have an absence or two, whether it was Simone staying with a friend, Charlie eating in his room, or one of the boys simply not showing up. But on the anniversary of Elron’s death, dining table was at full capacity for the first time in a long while. Or at least it should have been. One seat remained noticeably empty – the far-left on the side closest to the kitchen. Rye’s.
Otto sat proudly at the head of the table, Dodd at the other end, looking his father dead in the eye. He didn’t usually sit there. That was Floyd’s seat – always had been.
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Drop It, Doe Eyes
Type: Multi-Chapter
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Relationship: Rye Gerhardt/Original Male Character
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Word Count: 2,402 (Chapter 1)
Jethro Sprang was always drawn to the Gerhardts, ever since he was saved from a bully by their youngest when he was ten. He didn't expect that, fourteen years later, he'd be saved by that boy yet again. This time, from the Gerhardts themselves, as he found himself in a dark alleyway, drenched in someone else's blood.
For Day 2 of Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024: Backstories
Snippet:
At the end of the street, a blue-green light caught his eye, and he stopped in his tracks. A payphone stood proudly outside the local butcher’s. Closed for the night – nobody inside to witness his call. Perfect, he thought. He didn’t think he had it in him to take anyone else out; though he didn’t think he had it in him to kill anyone an hour ago. He was no assassin. He was no Gerhardt. For a brief moment, he wished he was. Jethro staggered up to the phone booth and slid the door open; his hands were still covered in blood, and now the glass was too. He swore under his breath and tried to wipe it off with his sleeve. It only made it worse.
Read it on AO3 | Reblog it on Tumblr | Illustration on Sheezy
A Promise Made In Blood
Type: Oneshot
Rating: Mature
Category: Gen
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Word Count: 1,757
In the harsh Winter of 1973, an important deal goes horribly wrong. Someone has to pay the price, but Dodd's way of delivering it rubs Blake the wrong way. It's no real promise at all, if it's made in blood, but he knew the Gerhardts would disagree.
For Day 3 of Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024: Characters with Zero AO3 Works.
Snippet:
Blake’s leather jacket squeaked as he raised an arm to rest on the holster of his handgun – this one, loaded. A warning.
Dodd liked to push boundaries. He liked to see how much of an asshole he could get away with being before he saw consequence, which he usually didn’t. With Blake, he saw consequence. He may not have been family – not even in the stringent way that Hanzee was – but Floyd was protective. She knew whose fault Blake’s injury was, and she was there for him when he needed her most. Dodd was there for him too, if only because back then, he had some semblance of a conscience. That was well and truly buried in the dirt now.
Read it on AO3 | Reblog it on Tumblr | Illustration on Sheezy (TBA)
Managing Up
Type: Oneshot
Rating: Teen
Category: M/M
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1,757
Fending off Kansas City comes first, emotions come later – that's Bear's plan – but all Ricky wants is for Bear to talk to him.
For Day 4 of Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024: Rarepairs.
Snippet:
The long ride back down the skyscraper gave him time to think. Bear didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with idle chatter, nor did they have any more plans to discuss. That was all they came here to do – the last box checked off the to-do list of their brief jaunt in Kansas City; all that greeted them at the bottom of that building was Bear’s truck and a map out of state. Still, he looked to Bear, who was gazing glassy eyed at the view.
‘Whadda we do now?’
Bear’s eyes remained fixed on the skyline. ‘Go home, tell ma we did it.’
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Lifespring
Type: Proof-of-Concept
Rating: Teen
Category: F/F
Relationship: Peggy Blumquist/Constance Heck
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Word Count: 1,115 (Chapter 1)
Waiting in the ER after an accident on ice patch junction, Peggy strikes up conversation with a mysterious drifter, who seems to be dead set on changing her life... for better or for worse.
For Day 5 of Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024: Female Characters.
Snippet:
‘But you want more?’
Peggy hesitated, biting her lip nervously. She knew the right thing to do was say no – to tell this random woman it was none of her business, but part of her wanted to let it all out. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something about her was enthralling – she felt like she could tell her anything, and never see consequence. It’s not like they’d ever meet again. She nodded, looking up at her through her lashes; her blue eyes swam with guilt. She shouldn’t be saying this – not to someone she’d just met. Deep down, she knew she should be talking to Ed about this.
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Head In A Bag
Type: Oneshot
Rating: Mature
Category: Gen
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Word Count: 1,330
Hanzee pays Mike a visit at the Pearl Hotel and delivers an ominous message.
For Day 6 of Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024: Never Met In Canon.
Snippet:
‘This isn’t a bomb, is it?’ Mike joked. Hanzee didn’t laugh. Mike didn’t need him to – he found himself funny enough for two.
He steadied the box against his chest, suddenly compelled to open it, and shuffled the lid upwards. It lifted no further than a door left ajar as a hot stench wafted from inside. A sticky scent that clung to the back of Mike’s throat. He grimaced and slammed it shut, upturning his nose to try and escape the smell.
‘Open it.’ Hanzee finally spoke, his voice gruff, yet encouraging. There was a hint of emotion behind his voice, but what the man was feeling, Mike didn’t know.
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and all the ships at sea...
Type: Oneshot
Rating: Teen
Category: Gen
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Word Count: 715
After years of fighting, Betsy eventually succumbs to cancer. Now, Lou is left to pick up the pieces and figure out where to go next.
For Day 7 of Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024: “The future is...”
Snippet:
He remembered crying into Hank’s shoulder countless times in the weeks following the funeral, and it worried him that Hank never seemed to let himself cry with him. Losing the love of his life was the worst thing that had ever happened to him, and he knew that Hank knew exactly how that felt. That wound was still fresh for him, too. He couldn’t imagine losing his daughter too – and to such a cruel fate – so soon after. He had no idea how he kept his composure. He worried for him.
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To Places Man Can Never Dream
Type: Oneshot
Rating: Teen
Category: Gen
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 1,175
Hanzee parked his car at 7:07. He drove off at 9:10. He’d been there twenty minutes at most.
For Day 8 of Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024: Highly Irregular
Snippet:
A short distance away, a dip in the ground caught his eye. Skid marks and tire tracks dented the white road lined with trees, which led to a thawing woodland past a small field. A trail of footprints and faint drops of blood dotted the bank, ceasing where the disturbed asphalt began. He looked back at the empty parking lot and sighed. He was beginning to piece things together, and the more things began to make sense, the less he understood Rye’s motives.
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I'm so proud of how much I managed to write for this event. I wrote a total of 12,985 words across all eight fics, most of which were actually written this week. I only wrote the first three fics in advance.
Any and all support on these is super appreciated, I put so much work into them and I'm really happy with how they turned out! Even if you're not into Fargo, honestly feel free to give them a read. A lot of them don't require knowledge of the plot to understand.
Hope everyone has had a wonderful week!
Wen
Hello! Today is the beginning of Highly Irregular Fargo Week over on Tumblr and AO3, and I've just posted my fic for day 1! This is a songfic loosely based on Dead Boys by Sam Fender.
Rating: Teen
Category: Gen
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 3,171
Dead Boys - Songfic
The anniversaries are short-lived, but they come back around at breakneck speed.
On the anniversary of Elron’s death, the Gerhardts hold a family dinner in his honour. It doesn’t quite go to plan, as conflicting opinions on war, the world, and who should be sat at that table, lead to a heated argument.
For Day 1 of Highly Irregular Fargo Week 2024: Anniversaries
Snippet:
It was a rare occasion for the entire family to eat together. The mismatched wooden chairs always seemed to have an absence or two, whether it was Simone staying with a friend, Charlie eating in his room, or one of the boys simply not showing up. But on the anniversary of Elron’s death, dining table was at full capacity for the first time in a long while. Or at least it should have been. One seat remained noticeably empty – the far-left on the side closest to the kitchen. Rye’s.
Otto sat proudly at the head of the table, Dodd at the other end, looking his father dead in the eye. He didn’t usually sit there. That was Floyd’s seat – always had been.
Read it on AO3 | Reblog it on Tumblr
I'm super excited to post the rest of my fics later in the week - I've got the first chapter of an OC x canon fic going up tomorrow.