End of the Year Fic Meme!
Stolen from both hiza_chan and conigliomannaro!!
Total fics written this year?
Oh god, give me a second to go tally these things up. 2011 has been a pretty long year, fic wise.
Okay, just counted and the total is around 45 finished fics, with about 5-6 that I'm currently in progress of writing. And my only response is "DAMN did I really write all of that?"
Best story I wrote this year:
I'm going to take a leaf from Lisa here and rewrite that as "Which story I liked most", which... I mean... All of them? Or a toss-up between The Twilight Between, which I know isn't done, so it technically shouldn't count, and (If You Could) Look at Me Once More. Or...
Yeah, the answer is all of them.
Most underappreciated story:
Side-Line Symphony. I loved that little fic, but... *shrugs* Hey, it's gonna happen.
Most fun story to write:
Hm. Crazy in Love, probably. It was a lot of fun, and I was giggling the entire way through. Also, there's this fic I'm writing for Neff right now that's equally hilarious....
Story I wrote to fix things:
...I would say I wrote one of those, but uh. The only thing I wrote in canon this year was Demyx and Zexion not getting together...
WAIT.
Endlessly Caving In, because while it might have been smut, it was smut that got Roxas and Axel back together again.
Oddest story:
The request fic fill where I wrote Vexen/Demyx, bar none.
Hardest story to do:
The Twilight Between. It's not an easy story to get out, and there are time that I worry about how it's coming across.
Most mining of your own history in one story:
Well, as much as the Seiner masochism fic is me exploring into my own masochism, it draws little on my own history. (If You Could) Look at Me Once More, on the other hand, is directly based off my own thoughts during Valentines 2010.
Themes, or absence thereof:
I just want my babies to be happy and in love. But I'm not too sure if that's a theme.
Sexiest moment (excerpt):
Guys, I... I wrote a surprising amount of porn this year. But let's go ahead with the one that makes everyone feel a little dirty on the inside because they have to remember that these boys are barely 15 and 16.
From Just Conflict Me:
Hayner gasps as the back of his head hits the wall. He futilely tries to shove Seifer off of him; he’s no match for the unexpected cage of arms and legs that surrounds him.
Or the hands that skate down his body.
Or the mouth that is suddenly on his.
Hayner freezes, completely unresponsive, and he feels Seifer’s irritated huff of breath before -oh god- teeth bite down on his lower lip hard -
-and Hayner can’t, doesn’t even try to muffle the whine that comes out of his throat, tilting his head back and arching his hips forward, grinding his naked body against Seifer’s fully-clothed one. Teeth close around his neck, biting and sucking and everything Hayner ever wanted, just hard and ruthless. Eyes sliding shut, he wraps his arms around Seifer’s neck, clinging because the world and gravity and everything that is not Seifer’s hands and mouth have just disappeared. And then one of Seifer’s hands reaches his cock just as the other scratches down his belly, and Hayner’s gasps become desperate. Hayner twists up to try and get more friction as soon as possible and Seifer’s mouth is still on his neck, sending a straight line of arousal to his dick. Fuck, Hayner feels like his skin is too hot, water coursing down in a barely-there tease, Seifer’s hands and mouth the only sources of delicious curling relief. The room is echoing with the noises that he’s making and he’s writhing, practically mindless in Seifer’s grasp.
Seifer presses Hayner back against the wall again, fingers steady against the remains of an old bruise as he speeds up his other hand, the wet sounds lost in Hayner’s voice.
Hayner comes hard, curling forward off the tiles with a gasp. A warm hand steadies him, guides his head to a solid shoulder as the other hand works him through the aftershocks of orgasm, eventually leaving off his cock to press, warm and steady, into a bruise on his thigh, a comfortable throbbing that settles deep in his skin. Seifer turns his cheek into Hayner’s hair, hand curled around the nape of his neck.
Crackiest moment (excerpt):
The entirety of Crazy in Love, but here's an excerpt anyway.
5. Serenading
Zexion opened his door, finally giving in to the caterwauling that had been going on for the last half-hour outside his room. "Alright, Demyx, I'll bite. What are you doing?"
"Serenading you! It's supposed to make you love me!" Demyx shouted, finishing a power-chord on his sitar, swinging his arm wide as he followed through. "OH ZEXY, 'CUZ YOU CAME AND YOU GAVE WITHOUT TAKING!"
Wincing, Zexion rubbed at one of his ears. During a pause for breath, he yelled, "It's not working!"
"Oh," Demyx said dejectedly. Then he perked up. "I'll try a different one. Uh… wait, I'm thinking…. Oh! THERE'S SOMETHING 'BOUT THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT!"
"STOP." Zexion coughed, muffling a laugh in his hand. Taking a breath to recover, he called out, "How did you learn to sing like that anyway?" in a desperate bid to keep Demyx from embarrassing him any further.
Demyx laughed nervously. "You remember how I told you I found out what today was?"
(Zexion felt dread growing in his lower abdomen.) "Yes?"
"I, uh, I might have lied a little bit. I wasn't… really sent there for reconnaissance. I uh, I might have gone there for fun. And to, uh, try out for this thing they call Broadway."
"Broadway," Zexion repeated unbelievingly.
Demyx grinned up at him, guilt seeping through every single one of his pores. "Y-Yep. But while I was there in line, this blond guy that everyone in line was, like, dying over, he came up to talk to us and that's when it was brought up. So… you can totally blame him. Not me. Definitely not me."
"What in the world is Broadway?"
"It's this thing, you know, with singing and dancing and it's fantastic, and I almost got in, but I sorta failed on the part where we had to-h-hey wait, where are you going? Zexion, why are you walking away?"
Favorite dialogue (excerpt):
From Time is Stop-Motion Now
"Why does it have to be me that does this? What did I do?" Sora reached up and threaded one hand into his hair, pulling until it hurt.
Silence, broken only by his breathing. The man remained motionless and soundless, watching and waiting, but Sora didn't know what for.
Bowing his head again, Sora uttered brokenly, "I-I keep jumping around everywhere! There are worlds out there, whole worlds, and all of them know me, and all of them have pasts that I'm part of, but I know NONE of them! I see futures that will never happen, worlds that don't exist!" Sora slammed a fist against the floor, the sharp, aching pain cutting through the fog of grief around him. "I can't remember how to live in my time anymore! I barely even remember what my time originally is!"
The hooded black figure in front of him didn't move, standing still and perfect as a statue, and Sora dropped his eyes to the floor, tears dripping down his face.
"It's just not fair…," he whispered hoarsely, voice breaking halfway through, squeezing his eyes shut. "Damn it, it's not fair."
There was a soft sigh, and a cool voice -oh that voice, Sora swayed against it, loved it, knew that voice- murmured compassionately, "Your life, no… your lives," the man corrected himself, "have never been fair, Sora. None of them."
"Then why don't you help me?" Sora asked, pleaded, voice gone, lost somewhere in his tears and confusion.
"Because you are not mine to save."
Favorite lines (excerpt):
From The Twilight Between
Looking between his arms, Demyx tilts his head at the petals surrounding him. Something… isn't quite right. It's not quite the right shape. There is something missing from what he's really supposed to be seeing here.
As though it can hear his revelation, the lotus flickers.
Panicking - he didn't mean for it to go away, he was just trying to figure out what isn't right about it! - Demyx scrabbles for a handhold, the petals that were soothing and solid now half-transparent and fading. But a bare second later, they reform back into their flower shape, glowing blue, swirling restlessly, bright sigils taking place of their lines, holding him up even more gently than the petals of before. (He knows he has been here before and that he should try to remember where, but sleep is catching up to him even in the dream and Demyx is so tired of fighting.)
He lets go.
And he is surrounded by-
-Water.
Fic goals:
WRITE ALL THE THINGS. And manage the KH Big Bang that I'm organizing
Total fics written this year?
Oh god, give me a second to go tally these things up. 2011 has been a pretty long year, fic wise.
Okay, just counted and the total is around 45 finished fics, with about 5-6 that I'm currently in progress of writing. And my only response is "DAMN did I really write all of that?"
Best story I wrote this year:
I'm going to take a leaf from Lisa here and rewrite that as "Which story I liked most", which... I mean... All of them? Or a toss-up between The Twilight Between, which I know isn't done, so it technically shouldn't count, and (If You Could) Look at Me Once More. Or...
Yeah, the answer is all of them.
Most underappreciated story:
Side-Line Symphony. I loved that little fic, but... *shrugs* Hey, it's gonna happen.
Most fun story to write:
Hm. Crazy in Love, probably. It was a lot of fun, and I was giggling the entire way through. Also, there's this fic I'm writing for Neff right now that's equally hilarious....
Story I wrote to fix things:
...I would say I wrote one of those, but uh. The only thing I wrote in canon this year was Demyx and Zexion not getting together...
WAIT.
Endlessly Caving In, because while it might have been smut, it was smut that got Roxas and Axel back together again.
Oddest story:
The request fic fill where I wrote Vexen/Demyx, bar none.
Hardest story to do:
The Twilight Between. It's not an easy story to get out, and there are time that I worry about how it's coming across.
Most mining of your own history in one story:
Well, as much as the Seiner masochism fic is me exploring into my own masochism, it draws little on my own history. (If You Could) Look at Me Once More, on the other hand, is directly based off my own thoughts during Valentines 2010.
Themes, or absence thereof:
I just want my babies to be happy and in love. But I'm not too sure if that's a theme.
Sexiest moment (excerpt):
Guys, I... I wrote a surprising amount of porn this year. But let's go ahead with the one that makes everyone feel a little dirty on the inside because they have to remember that these boys are barely 15 and 16.
From Just Conflict Me:
Hayner gasps as the back of his head hits the wall. He futilely tries to shove Seifer off of him; he’s no match for the unexpected cage of arms and legs that surrounds him.
Or the hands that skate down his body.
Or the mouth that is suddenly on his.
Hayner freezes, completely unresponsive, and he feels Seifer’s irritated huff of breath before -oh god- teeth bite down on his lower lip hard -
-and Hayner can’t, doesn’t even try to muffle the whine that comes out of his throat, tilting his head back and arching his hips forward, grinding his naked body against Seifer’s fully-clothed one. Teeth close around his neck, biting and sucking and everything Hayner ever wanted, just hard and ruthless. Eyes sliding shut, he wraps his arms around Seifer’s neck, clinging because the world and gravity and everything that is not Seifer’s hands and mouth have just disappeared. And then one of Seifer’s hands reaches his cock just as the other scratches down his belly, and Hayner’s gasps become desperate. Hayner twists up to try and get more friction as soon as possible and Seifer’s mouth is still on his neck, sending a straight line of arousal to his dick. Fuck, Hayner feels like his skin is too hot, water coursing down in a barely-there tease, Seifer’s hands and mouth the only sources of delicious curling relief. The room is echoing with the noises that he’s making and he’s writhing, practically mindless in Seifer’s grasp.
Seifer presses Hayner back against the wall again, fingers steady against the remains of an old bruise as he speeds up his other hand, the wet sounds lost in Hayner’s voice.
Hayner comes hard, curling forward off the tiles with a gasp. A warm hand steadies him, guides his head to a solid shoulder as the other hand works him through the aftershocks of orgasm, eventually leaving off his cock to press, warm and steady, into a bruise on his thigh, a comfortable throbbing that settles deep in his skin. Seifer turns his cheek into Hayner’s hair, hand curled around the nape of his neck.
Crackiest moment (excerpt):
The entirety of Crazy in Love, but here's an excerpt anyway.
5. Serenading
Zexion opened his door, finally giving in to the caterwauling that had been going on for the last half-hour outside his room. "Alright, Demyx, I'll bite. What are you doing?"
"Serenading you! It's supposed to make you love me!" Demyx shouted, finishing a power-chord on his sitar, swinging his arm wide as he followed through. "OH ZEXY, 'CUZ YOU CAME AND YOU GAVE WITHOUT TAKING!"
Wincing, Zexion rubbed at one of his ears. During a pause for breath, he yelled, "It's not working!"
"Oh," Demyx said dejectedly. Then he perked up. "I'll try a different one. Uh… wait, I'm thinking…. Oh! THERE'S SOMETHING 'BOUT THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT!"
"STOP." Zexion coughed, muffling a laugh in his hand. Taking a breath to recover, he called out, "How did you learn to sing like that anyway?" in a desperate bid to keep Demyx from embarrassing him any further.
Demyx laughed nervously. "You remember how I told you I found out what today was?"
(Zexion felt dread growing in his lower abdomen.) "Yes?"
"I, uh, I might have lied a little bit. I wasn't… really sent there for reconnaissance. I uh, I might have gone there for fun. And to, uh, try out for this thing they call Broadway."
"Broadway," Zexion repeated unbelievingly.
Demyx grinned up at him, guilt seeping through every single one of his pores. "Y-Yep. But while I was there in line, this blond guy that everyone in line was, like, dying over, he came up to talk to us and that's when it was brought up. So… you can totally blame him. Not me. Definitely not me."
"What in the world is Broadway?"
"It's this thing, you know, with singing and dancing and it's fantastic, and I almost got in, but I sorta failed on the part where we had to-h-hey wait, where are you going? Zexion, why are you walking away?"
Favorite dialogue (excerpt):
From Time is Stop-Motion Now
"Why does it have to be me that does this? What did I do?" Sora reached up and threaded one hand into his hair, pulling until it hurt.
Silence, broken only by his breathing. The man remained motionless and soundless, watching and waiting, but Sora didn't know what for.
Bowing his head again, Sora uttered brokenly, "I-I keep jumping around everywhere! There are worlds out there, whole worlds, and all of them know me, and all of them have pasts that I'm part of, but I know NONE of them! I see futures that will never happen, worlds that don't exist!" Sora slammed a fist against the floor, the sharp, aching pain cutting through the fog of grief around him. "I can't remember how to live in my time anymore! I barely even remember what my time originally is!"
The hooded black figure in front of him didn't move, standing still and perfect as a statue, and Sora dropped his eyes to the floor, tears dripping down his face.
"It's just not fair…," he whispered hoarsely, voice breaking halfway through, squeezing his eyes shut. "Damn it, it's not fair."
There was a soft sigh, and a cool voice -oh that voice, Sora swayed against it, loved it, knew that voice- murmured compassionately, "Your life, no… your lives," the man corrected himself, "have never been fair, Sora. None of them."
"Then why don't you help me?" Sora asked, pleaded, voice gone, lost somewhere in his tears and confusion.
"Because you are not mine to save."
Favorite lines (excerpt):
From The Twilight Between
Looking between his arms, Demyx tilts his head at the petals surrounding him. Something… isn't quite right. It's not quite the right shape. There is something missing from what he's really supposed to be seeing here.
As though it can hear his revelation, the lotus flickers.
Panicking - he didn't mean for it to go away, he was just trying to figure out what isn't right about it! - Demyx scrabbles for a handhold, the petals that were soothing and solid now half-transparent and fading. But a bare second later, they reform back into their flower shape, glowing blue, swirling restlessly, bright sigils taking place of their lines, holding him up even more gently than the petals of before. (He knows he has been here before and that he should try to remember where, but sleep is catching up to him even in the dream and Demyx is so tired of fighting.)
He lets go.
And he is surrounded by-
-Water.
Fic goals:
WRITE ALL THE THINGS. And manage the KH Big Bang that I'm organizing