Fandom, the blahs, and writing.

[rsadelle]

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.

• 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.

Things I've stopped working on.

• 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 mamá también, so I was playing with a past/present/future idea.
  
  

  After that, there's no peace. Peter yells at him twice in one hour's worth of shooting. Makeup yells at him for scratching at his ears when he should know better. Elijah yells at him for stepping on his feet and for not playing Hobbit games.
  
  Late one night, after he's been drinking with the Hobbits despite the yelling, his feet take him to Viggo's house without his instruction. Later he will realize that Viggo has meant comfort to him for far longer than he consciously realized.
  
  Viggo opens the door to him, the way he always has and always will. Viggo waits for him to speak first, but he doesn't know what to say, and they're left silent in the living room the way they were silent on the street the morning Orlando found out that Viggo saw the truth.

• vdying.txt. Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom. Not much more than an idea, really. Orlando goes to visit Viggo and finds out he's dying. Inspired by the fact that there was a sudden spurt of Orlando dies leaving Viggo heartbroken stories.
  
  

  Orlando let himself into the house. It was unlocked, and Viggo had never minded when he'd done the same thing in New Zealand. It was quiet, still. The Midwest, he thought. Corn and silence.

• hpsmcat.txt. Harry Potter, Snape/McGonagall. I was enjoying this story, despite its self-indulgent nature, but now they've had sex, which I didn't plan on, and I have no idea what to do.
  
  

  McGonagall butted her head against his chin, the way she would in cat form. "You say the sweetest things," she said, but it came out half-choked with tears and not teasing.
  
  "Minerva," Snape said helplessly. He rolled onto his back and pulled McGonagall with him, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
  
  "I'm sorry," she said, pressing her face into his neck.
  
  "It-- Your presence is not an imposition," Snape managed.

Other.

• jedi.txt. Star Wars universe, f/f. This is the thing that was supposed to be a Mary Sue. Far in the future of the series, Caroline brings a Force-sensitive child home to the temple, and Saal goes to the Council to plead for the child to be given at least the most basic training. Even farther in the future, Caroline takes the child as her padawan.
  
  
• bentoncarter.txt. ER, Benton/Carter. Benton and Carter after Mark's death. I have only the beginning of it written.
  
  

  "Mark's dead." Two simple words on his answering machine and then a click. He recognized the voice before he realized what that voice was saying. Mark's dead. Mark Greene. Well, he'd known it was coming, but that didn't stop it from hurting.
  
  "Peter?"
  
  Cleo. He looked up from the answering machine, and the small box on the mantle caught his eye. An El token. "I have to go."

• kirk.txt. Metallica. The evil Cliff story.
  
  

  "How did you feel when you knew that Cliff was dead?" the doc prompts.
  
  I look at him, and then I look at James and Lars. I take a deep breath and tell them the truth. "Glad," I say, and all hell breaks loose. Lars is yelling at me, and James, too. Even the doc looks vaguely shocked.
  
  "Cliff was a fucking great guy," James yells.
  
  "That's easy for you to say," I say as calmly as I can, cutting through all the shouting and making them shut up if they want to hear me. "He never climbed into your bed and made you suck him off."

• billstevej.txt. Bill Gates/Steve Jobs. Steve kidnaps Bill, who goes a bit Stockholm. Idea based on Viridian's Addictions-Turnabout series.
  
  

  After a while, though, he started to like all of it. I'm Patty Hearst, he thought when he first realized that. He had a sudden image of himself in a bank with a gun. It sent him into hysterics. He cried and screamed, and Steve came in to comfort him. That wasn't what he wanted. He wanted out of this Stockholm Syndrome hell.

• eroicalotrips.txt Someone mentioned in their author's notes to something that someone else was upset because everyone had abandoned everything else for Lord of the Rings. I had the thought that Dorian and Ian might know each other.
  
  

  "What are you here for?" Orlando asked from across the table, his curiosity getting the better of him.
  
  Dorian waved a hand. "Oh, the Major is looking for something, and I'm here to keep an eye on him."
  
  "Idiot!" The roar made everyone at the table, Dorian included, jump. "You are not keeping an eye on me. You are keeping an eye on that damned ring you keep going on about." Klaus gripped Dorian's arm and pulled him up out of his chair.

Comments

[meacoustic.livejournal.com]

Awww. And I really was looking forward to the Snape/McGonagall.

[rsadelle]

Eh. You probably won't see much from me soon. I made the mistake of reading through the things I've written because I thought I was going to do the favorite lines thing, and now I'm discouraged by how much crap I've written.

No one will ever read this, but at least there's closure.

[rsadelle]

It was one story. "A Routine Interrogation" by Lyrica.

!

[(Anonymous)]

You haven't written crap! I LIKE your stories!........

Ah well, the good authors always insult themselves because they know their abilities and the bad authors always compliment themselves because the only thing they're going on is self-esteem.

And.....yes, I'll admit it, I LOVE Orlando/Viggo stories. *Snerk*

And I'm really looking forward to yours.

Re: !

[(Anonymous)]

Did I spell compliment wrong? I believe I did.....maybe?

*Smacks self upside the head and goes off muttering about morons*

Re: !

[rsadelle]

Thanks, I guess. It's not that bad if you read only one or two stories, but taken as a whole, my body of work is mostly crap.

Who are you?

Hello again!

[(Anonymous)]

Hey, no need to thank me. I just hate it when good authors insult their writing. As for who I am, I'm just a youngish girl who loves slash. Of course, if my parents found out, I'd probably spend the rest of my life in a convent.

And, even though I am a(n) OTP kind of person, I will read slash of all kinds and pairings. You writing style intrigued me, so I read most of your stories. And they are GOOD!

If you ever want to see what bad writing is, go to www.fanfiction.net. Now that's some bad writing. Not all of it, just the large majority.

Re: Hello again!

[rsadelle]

Well, I won't tell them. I just wondered who I was talking to.

I've seen the horror that is fanfiction.net. I try very hard to stay away from it.

Did you ever publish your MiB fic?

[(Anonymous)]

Hi there,

I've been combing the internet looking for Men in Black fiction and I saw this post and got really excited. Did you ever finish your fic? It's not on AO3, which I'm hoping is not a bad sign... It's a criminally underwritten fandom, and I'd love to read your work!

Re: Did you ever publish your MiB fic?

[rsadelle]

Wow. I don't even remember having written any MIB. No, I didn't finish it. Good luck on your search for fic!