"An everyday man gets thrown into the world of twilight thousands of years before the start of the plot.
With immortality and incredible abilities. How will this man's presence change the outcome of the original story?"
[ this is a slow-burn fanfiction; the MC is just trying to experience life and enjoy it, not to take over the world and rule from the shadows.]
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Romance is also a big theme. Fans might write about a romantic relationship between their characters, whether it's a secret crush or a full - blown love story. It allows fans to explore what could have been in the Glee universe.
You can start by looking on fanfiction websites like Archive of Our Own (AO3). It has a large collection of Glee - related fanfictions, including those focused on Darren Criss and Chris Colfer. Many fans contribute to this site, so you're likely to find a wide variety of stories there.
Well, perhaps in the fanfiction, Darren Criss's character is related to the sick baby in some way, like it's his nephew or something. And he has to balance his Glee club activities with taking care of the baby and making sure it gets better. This could lead to a lot of emotional and dramatic moments in the story.
I'm not sure about specific 'glee darren criss sick baby' fanfiction. You could try searching on popular fanfiction websites like Archive of Our Own. There might be some stories there related to this theme.
One popular type of 'glee darren and chris fanfiction' might be those that focus on their friendship evolving into a creative partnership. For example, stories where they collaborate on new music projects outside of the 'glee' setting.
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