#monty python fanfics

[yonderghostshistories]

A Post talking about writing my first Monty Python AU fanfic (of sorts)

This is my first time wanting to write a fanfic. Hope it turns out well! Especially since this particular (albeit kinda morbid) topic of mine has interested me for a while, also because I want to get it out of my chest due to having nightmares about it a while ago, so it'll be better for me to write it down and probably make my health and mind better mentally. Anyway, uhh rambling over. Please do let me know your thoughts on the fanfic idea for when I actually make the idea a full fledged fanfic (maybe with the help of my friends, if they're comfortable with it that is), criticisms and all, just so that i can fine-tune some aspects of it! Thank you.

The working title for the fanfic is called "POV: John and Michael have Ceased to Be...." (A Monty Python AU fanfic)

Age Rating: 13+ and older

Tone: Angst (mostly angst but with some humour in there)

CW/TW: Assassination mention, grief mention, survivors guilt mention.

Synopsis: Today is Friday, 9th November, 1979. You and your friend are watching the "Friday Night, Saturday Morning" debate on the TV, where John Cleese and Michael Palin are up against Bishop Mervyn Stockwood and Interviewer Malcolm Muggeridge about the film "Life of Brian" discussing the accusations of the film being "blasphemous". Along with them, a weird-looking yet somewhat humble and somewhat quiet person called Benjamin Haroldson, a member of the public who was brought in to share their thoughts on the film "Life of Brian", stares at and is mostly fixated on John and Michael. You notice how Benjamin almost always has his hands in his coat pockets, never letting them out. You don't mention this to your friend since, to be honest, it's just a minor detail that you've noticed. Whilst your friend goes to make sandwiches for you and them, you're still at the couch enjoying the programme. One the TV, Benjamin asks for a glass of water, and gets up. That's sounds normal, right? Well, as everyone gets on debating with each other, Benjamin brushes past John and Michael. After Benjamin has his glass of water, he suddenly stands behind where John is sitting, and to your shock, you see him calmly pull out a gun, John at first not noticing and Benjamin shoots him in the head, bits of his brain spread across the floor, blood flowing down his forehead. Michael, in shock, shouts out "J-Joh-" before he too is shot next by Benjamin, his head split with a bullet wound, blood gushing out through his cold, dead face. Everyone in the studio is screaming in horror. Your face is covered by your shivering hands, trying to believe it's not true. That it's just some horrible prank, a joke even. But no.... it's really happening. The last thing you see is Benjamin's cold, emotionless face. The last thing you hear from him is ".....you shouldn't have made that film, you blasphemous twats..." .

[rednightmare18]

It's not even about the vindication of calling a ship, okay. It's that the supposedly anti woke studio wrote about 3 million words of medieval fiction centering the relationship of the two main characters who are in most ways (or in all ways if you follow the obvious canon momentum of the story) meant for each other, as counterparts who help each other survive the great travails of their lives and who challenge/complete the other to become fuller, braver, kinder people. It's so clear these two people are soulmates, platonically or romantically, something observed consistently by the world around them and by themselves.

Except their society (feudalism, Catholicism) dictates that they are intended to be completely incompatible by nature and divine law. Not just for the obvious fact they are both men, but they are separated by what is arguably an even steeper chasm of social class. Their existence even as friends utterly spites, interrupts, and threatens feudal order right down to its theological and philosophical roots. They should not see each other as human and yet.

It's the fact that they do. The fact that the entire story has been about this--that these two protagonists fit together, undeniably, and grow to love each other fiercely (a love that deepens superbly from their knee-jerk playful puppy-friend-love in kcd1 to something selfless and mature by the end of kcd2). And they do so despite the immense opposition by their world, their social circles, their faith, and indeed their fandom.

And yes, it really does fucking matter that all of this culminates into a deep onscreen romantic love (if you get out of the way and allow it to) between two fandom-beloved male main characters (not just side characters rammed in for an optional gay romance but THE main characters of the duology; the "you" as in the player character and your erstwhile dick-jokes bro you have perhaps grudgingly at first been invited as the audience to love) in a historical fiction story that has been wrongly touted by the worst of our contemporaries as the holy grail of cultural conservatism.

Holy shit. Warhorse -- y'all. I'm sorry I doubted you. So few game writers understand how love works and indeed how people work, let alone translate it so well onto the screen.

Calling this an "optional romance" is not technically incorrect, I suppose, because it's true you can opt out and choose to remain platonic friends. But this language feels like a disservice, as if Henry & Hans's romance is a typical RPG wham-bam fanservice makeout with a minor fan fave character who never interacts meaningfully with the player again. Or as if it's a Bioware-style "give this NPC the right gift and do their side quest and you get to see a jankly ugly-bumpin' montage" situation.

Kingdom Come: Deliverance is so very much not that. The "main, optional" romance scene in question is just one consummation event of two people who have been growing up and falling in love in front of us over the course of some 200-300 (or god knows how many) hours. The fact these protagonists openly love each other is very much not optional.

This is, sincerely, groundbreaking storytelling in this medium and this genre. How fucking cool that we all got to see it now.

[garagepaperback]

okay trash tuesday <3

this was a scrap of smut written for javelin before it became obvious the legilimency scene had to lean toward trauma instead of sex :,)

“You should have said,” Draco murmurs. The sound thrums inside Harry's skull like a palm wading. It’s another memory. A little drunk and pleased, fingers thread through the heavy wet of his hair. Harry presses his forehead against the marble grace of the bath. “It’s embarrassing,” he says—said. Low. A gentle waver in the eucalyptus evening, under the thick wash of night. Draco’s fingernails press a prayer into his scalp, scratching sweet and perfect, the way Harry always thought he'd love, only no one— He’s hard. Humiliatingly so, mouth slow and wet and too turned on to peel his face up from the pretty pale, up to it, whatever.  “Is this what you like the most?” Harry sinks further into the warm thrum, the lush tide of lazy want. This is just after they���d gotten married, he remembers, and remembers, and remembers. Then, now, a knot-throated knowing. Harry hums something of an acknowledgment and Draco’s fingers tend slower and softer, scrubbing the balm in. “Cedarwood, can you smell that? Tonka, orange flower, vanilla. Do you like that, Harry?”  It’s not. He knows. Under the clear water in the open night, Harry’s let his hand wander between his legs, nothing really, just— “It’s lovely, don’t you think? It’s a nice thing. Do you like that? Being given something nice?”  It smells good, but that’s not— “Oh,” Draco breathes, stroking down the bent nape of Harry’s neck, the pads of his fingers skimming his shoulders. His grasp traces through the velvet black of Harry’s own squeezed shut eyes to get the water, like he had—when he had. In a pooled palm that Harry feels without seeing, knows by heart, Draco rinses, reaches, rinses. Harry had looked up before, years before, and he looks up then, the fat of his lip bitten to shit. He’s been hard for a while, waiting for the need to dissolve, for the want to take a less obvious shape and it hasn’t worked. It never does. The opposite is true; his cock’s aching, so full it’ll barely take a few strokes to get him there. Another hungry, weak sound seeps out. “No.” Draco’s voice is low enough to sink between the brimming bath. Warm, dulcet, too much. And still, it's the simplicity of it that's making all the words congeal, too many and too vague to unburden from behind his teeth. His mouth's a little open anyway; he might be drooling, everything feels damp. Draco smiles, and cups his hand. Another just-enough douse pours over his head. Harry shuts his eyes against the decadent rhythm, the humid woodscent and the syrup of his voice, of being cared for so plainly.  Draco’s hand finds his cheek, thumbing the curve of bone like it’s unbearably soft. “It’s—oh. Harry. Darling.”

show me something that didn't make it, or is otherwise lying in wait, please <3 gently tagging @eleadore, @yiiiiiiiikes25, @kamaela, @hollyhawthorn, @dryrsheet, @letteredlettered, @tackytigerfic, @oknowkiss, @citrusses, @jtimu, @mintawasalreadytaken, @sweet-s0rr0w + everyone who might have an ill-fitting thing hanging around ::)

[corrodedghosts]

i have been working nonstop on my gallavich apocalypse au and i just wanted to share a snippet of one of my favorite scenes

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“Think we could have a life here?” Ian asked, sitting down next to Mickey, his legs hanging off the roof of the house the two had claimed as their own. In his hand, he held a bottle of beer, the sides of his middle and ring finger on its neck.

“Maybe,” Mickey said, taking the beer from Ian and chuckling when the redhead began to pout. He took a swig before sighing and leaning his head on Ian’s shoulder, the boy instantly wrapping an arm around his waist. “Depends if the dead stop walking.”

Ian let out a sigh. “If I’m honest, I don’t think they will,” he admitted, leaning his head against Mickey’s. “I believe in Lip. I believe in those fuckers down in Atlanta, but it’s been what, almost a year now? If they had something, I’m sure word would have gotten to us somehow.”

“Yeah. Somehow,” Mickey said, taking another swig of the beer before carelessly throwing it down on the ground below. He watched as it fell and shattered, a small flame of satisfaction rising in his belly at the noise when it reached his ears. “I don’t think we can ever truly be safe,” he said, his chest tightening as he finally spoke the words he had wanted to say for days. The words that started playing in his head over and over again the moment Mandy turned. “As much as I want to believe in a cure, I don’t think there will be one.”

“What makes you say that?” Ian inquired.

“From a scientific standpoint, the fuckers need to be fresh, right? As you said before, the virus has been affecting the world for almost a year. It’s probably been evolving rapidly, and there’s no way to pinpoint the original strain. How are the assholes in the lab able to tell the difference between the new strains and the old ones? Hell, are any of the dead from the beginning of the outbreak still walking?”

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please be aware that this is still a work in progress. i’m working on getting it all completed by july at the latest :-)

[gorebonk]

Reading monty python RPF when will I learn shame

[ruemeister08]

hello i'm rue i have AuDHD 👋 i love cats n cookie cutter sharks........

i draw a lot ( that's mostly what i'llpost) and sometimes i shitpost too

i'm in A Lot Of Fandoms and i'm also new to tumblr (looking for moots 💥)

thank you for reading ! have a great day/night and stay safe

[thesuetyouforgot]

1. Advent Sunday - Imagine

"Now the Christmas season truly has begun!", Eric exclaimed with a chuckle while he set a small but heavy box down on the table. Thud. "Careful!", you quickly warned. "Think of all the delicate ornaments."

Gently and with a hint of childlike excitement you lifted off the box's lid. It was fillled to the brim with all kinds of Christmas decorations and essentials, the ornaments sparkling slightly in the light. "Have fun sorting through that mess… Do we really need all those things?" Terry Gilliam chimed in, leaning over the table to get a better glance at the contents of the box. You playfully tsk-ed at him, shaking your head dismissively. "Terry, Terry, Terry… Says the man from the country of extensive Christmas decorations…"

While you and Terry were occupied playfully bickering with each other, Eric had summoned the courage to reach into the gathering of all things Christmas. With an amused expression he pulled out an ornament in form of a santa hat wearing goose, holding it up between his fingers like a tiny artifact. "Think of it differently, Terry. We have the wonderful gift of not having to go shopping for any decoration this year - we've already got everything", he said with his usual lighthearted joking tone, pulling the others' attention back towards the box.

You looked over at him, taking a second to realize what he was going at now. Seeing it was your beloved goose ornament he was taking a jab at, you huffed slightly. "Oh come on… We're not decorating the tree yet. We just need the stuff for the Advent wreath." You now dove into the box as well, carefully digging through wooden figurines, glass ornaments and tinsel before taking out a few gold painted pine cones and lining them up on the table. "Look. Is this more to your liking?", you asked Eric, challenging him. "Brings you the true spirit of Christmas!" It was Terry who answered instead, holding back a cordial laugh.

"All it is is bloody cold, really…" You turned your head towards the door through which the other Terry joined you with a friendly smile and arms full with four big candles. You quickly hurried over to him to help him with the candles. "Well observed, Tel." Eric took a glance out of the window, where frost covered the trees and plants. "Everything's white, yet it can't even be bothered to be snow…"

"You all don't have to worry about going out anyway, dear Eric…" This time it was John, coming through the door and bringing with him the faint smell of coldness from outside. "We're gonna be fairly busy with crafting this wreath all day. We should have probably just bought a ready made one but this is what happens when you listen to Y/N's ideas…" He was carrying a bunch of evergreen branches, adding them to the christmassy chaos of box, golden pine cones and candles on the table. The small but warm grin he gave you told you that he wasn't actually annoyed, though.

"It's just a completely different feeling if you do it yourself! You'll see...", you quickly promised with a wide smile before you ushered them all towards the table to start your work on the Advent wreath.

[This was an extremely spontaneous idea and i just wrote it down as it came to my mind. Idk how accurate this is when it comes to British Christmas traditions as I basically just pulled the Pythons into my own (non-british) experiences. But i hope you enjoyed reading it anyway ♡]

[divinegrump]

[missmcharrisonagain]

Monty Python Fanfics - Masterpost

Wattpad Edition | OC/xReader

[Updated November 26th, 2024] On Wattpad there are a lot of fantastic Monty Python fanfictions but sadly Wattpad and its algorithm & hashtags can be a real mess at times. So I decided to create an overview which can be shared, extended and saved more easily.

The focus is mainly on 'classical' fanfics (with an OC or (Y/N)) but other Monty Python stories will appear on this list, too.

Imagines: • By notsirrobin Eric, Michael • By georgeharrisonswif Eric, John, Michael, Terry J.*, Full Group • By FawltyTwat Graham, John, Michael, Terry J. • By pythonslut Eric*, Michael • By dustbinoffanfics Eric, Graham, John, Michael, Terry J. • By BeatlesLoveForLife Eric • John Cleese Imagines * • "Insecurities" Michael Palin (fluff) • "Priorities"* John Cleese (smut) • "More"* John Cleese (smut) • Holy Grail Preferences Also check out... @imaginemontypython on tumblr [*Contains smut]

Multi-Chapter Stories: Eric- • "Keep Me In Mind" by notsirrobin Eric Idle, OC At a street show in London she sees a boy that opens her eyes... and her heart. • "The Barbados Fic" by kettle-on Eric Idle, Michael Palin, OC Spending a few weeks with the Pythons -and especially her boyfriend Eric- at Heron Bay, a love triangle might be in view. Michael- • "The Scenic Route" by 2heavyheart Michael Palin Time travel is real and Michael finds himself back in 1972. How can he return to today or does he even want to..? • "Holy Grail Days" by MontyPalin Michael Palin, OC The end of filming 'Holy Grail'. She gets to meet Michael and might become more than just another fan. • "Caught In The Rain" by MontyPalin Michael Palin, OC Smut on the set of 'Jabberwocky'.

John- • "Did You Know That John Cleese Can Speak Russian?" by MontyPalin John Cleese, OC Fresh out of college she gets the opportunity to be a camera operator on the set of 'A Fish Called Wanda'. • "Tale Of Something" by montypythonyogacats John Cleese, OC A love story. • "Points System" by Mr_Monty_Python John Cleese, Eric Idle, OC She is not only in a relationship with John but also in one with Eric. Will that work out? Graham- • "About Some Snakes" by See_Jay02 Graham Chapman, OC One of her really good friends happens to be Graham. Oh, and the other Pythons are there, too. All of them- • "Obsessed" by dustbinoffanfics All, OC When you're a fan ever since the first episode of MPFC aired, seeing them live is the inevitable next step, right?

Now for less OC / xReader but more AUs and harder to categorise but still a lot of fun to read:

Other: • "Pythons" by shineonyoudiamond For way too long there's been a shortage of shrubberies in Europe but new hope arises when King Michael makes contact with King Graham via letter which John has to convey. • "Python II" by shineonyoudiamond Eric has a brilliant idea which unfortunately is in space. Instead of travelling alone to get it, he takes the other Pythons with him to saturn. • "Monty Python And The Holy Grail" by JulietteBlankenberg The inofficial novelisation of the movie.

This post isn't complete yet and will be updated over time. So occasionally keep an eye on the original post (as reblogs don't change along with the updates).

Feel free to repost with additional fanfic links or just share to get the word around in our small fandom <3

[summerblueringo]

they really said

[yonderghostshistories]

Here's my shittyly-made funni meme about shipping my 2 favourite tired, DILFY Army Dads, The Colonel and The Captain! Enjoy!

(can you tell that I'm thirsting very carnally for these pretty Bois yet?)

[vulpixsworld]

(Did updates on Love Over Matter.)

Me by the end of the day: well, that was unexpected.

My brain: (whenever it decides to cooperate with me.)

[thehistoryone]

Fanfic recommendations: "Baggy Trousers Down Python Road" by @commonguttersnipe (Tumblr)/Alicesfeverdream (AO3)

The main gist of the story is that it's an anthology of sorts that takes place in an AU that's set at a boarding school called "MacNaughton's Boarding School", where the teachers are the Pythons & Co and the students who go there are based off the characters in Monty Python's Flying Circus and the MP movies, and we follow a different set of characters (that includes the students and teachers) in the story as they go by in their day to day lives at the school and all sorts of shenanigans occur.

There's only 2 chapters so far, but they're really good as they establish the world and the characters really well and the writing is pretty nice, especially the descriptions! You can read the chapters on both AO3 and Tumblr, so go check them out if you can!

Oooh thank you! I think I've read a bit of the first chapter but I'll have to catch up! @commonguttersnipe is an excellent writer,everyone check them out if you like monty python

[ao3feed-montypython]

by retroweaving

Even waiters enjoy some desert every now and then. Luckily for Gaston, he has you to help with his appetite.

Words: 989, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Monty Python's Life of Brian (1979), Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975), Monty Python's Flying Circus, Monty Python's Spamalot, Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl (1982)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Eric Idle/Reader

Additional Tags: Vaginal Sex, Prostitution, Smoking, Sneaking Around, Daddy Kink, Dom/sub Undertones

[gorebonk]

Me after spending all day lying in bed reading Monty python rpf: Damn, I've been hard at work, time for a little treat (more monty python rpf)

[morbiddruid]

Hi,

It’s you friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.

That is my anti-permission.

Thank you for your attention.