So this is my first attempt at writing fic in a very long time. It started off with me dooking myself at a distinct lack of Skyfire/Soundwave (i.e. NONE). And why would there be? It makes no sense. But me and Alba like that fucking pairing. Originally it was just going to be some shameless self-indulgent ridiculousness, but I started writing and I ( Read more... )

The clock ticks by another hour and his paper is still blank, still waiting for the first page of a new novel. Harry tries again, he tries but nothing seems to come out, even as his fingers hover over the keyboard of his typewriter, there’s no words or ideas, especially at this time of night.

A drink of coffee only reveals that it’s gone cold ( Read more... )