Fandom, the blahs, and writing.
I've been re-reading X-Files fic, Mulder/Skinner to be exact, and wishing for the good old days of fandom. One of the things I've always loved about fandom is the way that fandom is a community, but there isn't much community feeling these days. So if anyone knows of any other non-Xanthe Mulder/Skinner BDSM fic or anything similar to Diana Williams' "Joined at the Soul," let me know. In particular, I'd really like to find a specific story I once read. Or perhaps it's two stories. In one scene, Skinner ties Mulder to the bedframe and Mulder protests. In another, Skinner's fucking Mulder over the coffee table, and then turns him over to see his face.
Although I'm stuck in a strong case of the blahs, I haven't completely given up writing. So here's a list.
Finished and actively in progress.
Although I'm stuck in a strong case of the blahs, I haven't completely given up writing. So here's a list.
Finished and actively in progress.
- vojapan.txt. Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom. Done but for the beta process and the last couple of lines, which need work. I don't care enough to actively search for a beta, so it may stay the way it is forever.
Viggo ignores him then, wandering off into the bathroom, coming back to stand in front of Orlando and take off his clothes. He rummages through the drawer in Orlando's night table, and Orlando wonders what he's looking for. The lube is always right in front. But there are still condoms somewhere in the back, and Viggo finds them.
A real punishment, then. Viggo doesn't trust him, and he will only feel latex, not Viggo's cock, not Viggo's come. He's tired, and it hurts. Tears start to slide down his cheeks. He would plead for forgiveness if he didn't know that it would only make Viggo angrier. - cpbpreg.txt. Royal Family fic. Gen. A finished snippet, but I think it's rough.
"Father's whore." Wills tossed back what was left in his glass and got up to refill it.
Harry made a face. "But she's ancient." He sipped his tea. "What's dad think?"
Wills dropped ice into his drink. "Oh, he's delighted," he sneered. "He's having a child with the woman he loves." - dkmarry.txt. From Eroica With Love, Klaus/Dorian. Klaus gets married. When his wife dies in childbirth, as Dorian warned him she would, he buries himself in work. He has a very, very bad year working undercover in Washington DC and comes home to find Dorian raising his son with his father's approval. In my head, this is a couple of months in the future, but I haven't been doing any typing, partially because I need to go back and rewrite one of the pieces near the beginning.
This story is completely self-indulgent, and will probably never be finished. Even if I do finish it, I doubt it will be good enough to do anything with.
Klaus snorted. "My father. My father doesn't know what's best for children." He turned and pierced Dorian with a look. "It was your idea."
Dorian took the other chair in front of the fire. "Yes."
"You smoke," Klaus pointed out.
"I quit."
"For Heinrich?"
"Yes."
Klaus shook his head. "Idiot."
"That's what parents do, Major. Make sacrifices for their children."
"Yours didn't."
Dorian nodded. "Yours didn't either." He spread his hands. "Henry deserves better."
"So he doesn't grow up like me," Klaus said bitterly.
"Major," Dorian sighed. "That's not how I meant it." - mib.txt. Men In Black II, Jay/Kay. This was supposed to be a somewhat light-hearted, little, end of the movie snippet. It turned into something more serious altogether, and now I don't know what to do with it.
Kay's touch firmed against Jay's hair. "Junior--"
Jay opened his eyes. "You said it was worth it."
"It is." Kay sighed. "Look at what you do. You save the world. You're a good agent."
"I'm lonely," Jay said flatly.
"We're all lonely, Kid." - "After the Funeral." Harry Potter. I'm still occasionally working on this. I like death stories.
I didn't bother going through the house with its danger of being stopped and brought into the orbit of someone else's grief. I went out through the window, a spell Bill and I had rigged up years and years before allowing me to slip through easily and undetected.
I flew as fast as I could nearly to the edges of the town, letting the wind deafen and chill me. I circled the edges of the town, careful not to go too near lest the Muggles see me. The bitter force of the wind brought tears to my eyes, and I let them fall.
- orlandogirl.txt. Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom. Orlando wakes up a girl. I want to call it "Teiresias," but I'm not sure how to fit the gods and prophecy into it.
Viggo nearly laughed again. "Your hormones are probably out of whack." Another thought struck him and he began to laugh. "Or you could be PMSing."
"It's not funny!" Orlando gestured at his body. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Eat complex carbohydrates."
Viggo was, Orlando decided, completely crazy. He should've gone to Sean.
"I'm not crazy," Viggo said as if he could read Orlando's mind. "Complex carbohydrates are the best things for you if you're PMSing."
"I thought women ate chocolate when they were PMSing."
"Simple sugars and caffeine will make it worse."
This was, quite possibly, the weirdest conversation Orlando had ever participated in.
"How do you know that?"
"I was married for ten years." Viggo flashed him a grin. "You pick these things up." - voslave.txt. Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom. The slave AU. It has more in my head, and there's even a little more that I've written, but I've mostly lost interest. Later on, Viggo makes a mistake, and then he buys Liv to bear his and Orlando's child. One of the things I like best about this story is that I get to create my own theology.
Orlando looked up at him. "It is a message from the priests of the main temple of the Goddess. The Avatar has spoken. The Goddess blesses this union."
Viggo scowled down at him. "What does that mean? How did they know how to send it here?"
"The Avatar," Orlando said, trying to explain, "acts as the Earthly voice of the Goddess. Through her the Goddess would tell the priests where to send the message." He looked back down at the parchment, avoiding Viggo's eyes. "The Goddess blesses this union. I am honor-bound to stay with you." He swallowed against some emotion Viggo couldn't identify. "My land has been turned over to my family, and they will be comforted knowing I have the blessings of the Goddess upon me." The last was said in a dull monotone that marked it as a ritual phrase. - voolij.txt. Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood, Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom. This was meant to be a snippet with "I hate this fandom" at the top. I wrote it after reading yet another Orlando/Elijah story in a style I hate. I also started it shortly after seeing Y tu mam