(As best I can tell) As of today I have officially been writing fanfiction for one year!! : )))
after being away from fandom for the best part of a decade, last year I decided to go to my local library to reread some books I used to love and one of them ended up driving me so completely bonkers that in a fit of desperation I ended up on ao3 and was so disappointed by how little I found there I went "Well if no one else is doing it, I might as well" and I opened my notes app and started what became the first chapter of The Winetasters' Guild (DanTay, T, 19k) and later that day Confirmation (DanTay, T, 1k), which was the first fic I ever posted.
Since then I've finished 8 fics (including a new one today to celebrate!) and a collection of ficbits adding up to almost bang on 130 thousand words, my favourites being Love, Honour, Obey (messervy!M/novel!Bond, E, 7k), Rush Hour Crush (00q, T, 1.3k), and my baby This Charming Man (DanTay, T, 73k), with two more in various states of done-ness (DanTay my beloveds I will be coming back to you), rekindled old obsessions, gained a new one, met some very lovely people who are as weird and obsessive as I am, and found a very rewarding new hobby that I really love <3
Will I still be doing this in a year? Who knows! The worm brain may wriggle away (but I secretly hope not xxx)
Okay for the specific fic I was goading for there's not "interesting" but there is an "interested" (also it's def still in the "first draft, worst draft" stage) (fair warning for straight into the E rating):
(tumblr editor I will [redact] you with a [redacted] if you move the readmore again WHY)
If his hands were warm Bond's cock was always hot, the heat seeping through fabric right into Q's cool hand. Bond was certainly interested, that was true. He could feel the outline of Bond's hardening cock and the soft weight of his balls. Everything was still dry, no one was that excited yet. Q smiled to himself, he could get him there. Q stroked his hand along and Bond rolled his hips into it. Q squeezed the shaft, then groped himself a proper handful. Bond's own hand remained but Q could tell he was thoroughly distracted by the attention he was receiving. His other hand scrabbled for Q's neck pulling him in. His groin pressed forward, always eager, rarely patient.
(I do feel like. I've written basically this exact line before in Love, Honour, Obey (Messervy!M/Bond, E, 7k) (which I will probs never stop talking about bc I am acc v proud of it)
"Sit still, eager thing." M. muttered to himself. But Bond could see a smile curling up at the corner of his lips.
M. carefully untucked himself from his trousers. He wasn't hard yet, just mildly interested. Hanging heavily and slightly over to one side, a prominent vein running from base to tip, and the smallest hint of dampness just visible around where his foreskin was starting to retract over the head. Bond felt his mouth begin to water.
There is, however at least one "interesting" in the Black Magician trilogy fic I pinkie swear I'm still working on (I haven't touched it since May and even that was like, minimal)
"Thankyou?" He said slowly, curiosity piqued. "Can I ask what they actually are?"
"A gift!" Tayend grinned, before pausing for a second. "Well, not a gift per se, they belong to the Great Library." Dannyl shot him a look to tell him to get on with it. "I just thought you might find them interesting."
"But you're not going to tell me what's in them?"
The Scholar's eyes glinted with mischief. "You'll have to find that out yourself."
Why is he being so evasive? Dannyl tried to turn the page of the first one but Tayend snapped it back shut.
"Not now!" He took the books from Dannyl's hands and placed them on the table. He leaned down to his eye level and Dannyl felt his breathing hitch when he hooked a finger into the neck of his robes. "They're for when you're stuck in your room in some stuffy old Dem's estate thinking about me."
The homoeroticism in this scene is killing me. "I'm coming with you Darko, don't argue with me Darko, lean your gun on me Darko, I will reassure you Darko." The tension of waiting in the dark, sweating and bracing himself against the weight of the gun that's about to take someone's life, with the normally boisterous voice of the man so full of life with the face like the sun whispering in your ear...... sickening
I originally drew this for the modern au I wrote but realised that would make absolutely no sense to most people so enjoy Tayend daydreaming about snogging Dannyl horrible style while Dannyl is just like "it is perfectly heterosexual to think my male friend is beautiful" (au version below the cut)
