Sobbing and Snuggling with Strangers
Desperately looking through a handful of old memory sticks in search of a Merlin fic I want to revive I had the very great joy of finding some truly glorious unfinished fic; some of it so bad I wanted to laugh, some of it fic I'd completely forgotten I'd ever written. A lot of few-line beginnings of fics that never got any further. I wanted to share, for posterity, some of the interesting things I found.
Those of you who remember the crispy grass incident will be unsurprised by this gem, taken from a long abandoned Toshiki/Juubei/Kazuki fic:
"his cry was silenced by Kazuki’s demanding lips. Toshiki gripped his friend’s shoulders tightly as he felt the pleasure build within him, stronger and stronger. He looked at Kazuki’s form above his, writhing slightly so that Toshiki might feel his pleasure, smiling warmly, almost wantonly. It only made the fire in his stomach worse."
Apparently at the age of 24 I was somewhat enamoured by wantonness.
I discovered a half-written Epilogue to my very first epic, written in the Tactics fandom. I must have had a really nasty school lunch because it was depressing as hell.
I also came across a side story to one of my favourite old fics, a KuroFai fic set in Ancient Egypt. It was a weird coincidence but earlier today I was watching a programme on the very Ancient Egyptian village I set the fic in and it made me want to write more of it. I am seriously considering finishing it. I've been very demoralised with writing lately. Maybe rather than something new I need something old.
That fic ended here:
"Fai pressed his face to Kurogane’s back and Kurogane could feel Fai’s smile against his skin through thin fabric, and long hands gently stroking at his stomach."
I tease myself.
Even better, I was infinitely pleased to discover that classic, the Skelehood fic (Skeletor/Robin Hood. Don't ask. It's a long story). It is entitled: It may be that I should never be allowed to write unsupervised ever again.
My very favourite line from this masterpiece cross-over crack smut: "...there was pain and the lust of my own flesh, but his manhood, in me, was like cool water."
Dead manhoods will do that to you.
I found kid-fic, Sherlock fic, Hetalia porn based on US/UK economic agreements, that glorious Dean/Cas fic based on Master & Commander, and so many unfinished fics I was actually pretty appalled with myself. Endings really are, it seems, hard. Too hard for me.
Those of you who remember the crispy grass incident will be unsurprised by this gem, taken from a long abandoned Toshiki/Juubei/Kazuki fic:
"his cry was silenced by Kazuki’s demanding lips. Toshiki gripped his friend’s shoulders tightly as he felt the pleasure build within him, stronger and stronger. He looked at Kazuki’s form above his, writhing slightly so that Toshiki might feel his pleasure, smiling warmly, almost wantonly. It only made the fire in his stomach worse."
Apparently at the age of 24 I was somewhat enamoured by wantonness.
I discovered a half-written Epilogue to my very first epic, written in the Tactics fandom. I must have had a really nasty school lunch because it was depressing as hell.
I also came across a side story to one of my favourite old fics, a KuroFai fic set in Ancient Egypt. It was a weird coincidence but earlier today I was watching a programme on the very Ancient Egyptian village I set the fic in and it made me want to write more of it. I am seriously considering finishing it. I've been very demoralised with writing lately. Maybe rather than something new I need something old.
That fic ended here:
"Fai pressed his face to Kurogane’s back and Kurogane could feel Fai’s smile against his skin through thin fabric, and long hands gently stroking at his stomach."
I tease myself.
Even better, I was infinitely pleased to discover that classic, the Skelehood fic (Skeletor/Robin Hood. Don't ask. It's a long story). It is entitled: It may be that I should never be allowed to write unsupervised ever again.
My very favourite line from this masterpiece cross-over crack smut: "...there was pain and the lust of my own flesh, but his manhood, in me, was like cool water."
Dead manhoods will do that to you.
I found kid-fic, Sherlock fic, Hetalia porn based on US/UK economic agreements, that glorious Dean/Cas fic based on Master & Commander, and so many unfinished fics I was actually pretty appalled with myself. Endings really are, it seems, hard. Too hard for me.