digging around on the hard drive

Digging into the lotrips archives on my hard drive, I come across a fistful of never-posted, never-finished fics. Fandom tedium caught up with me before the endings of these fics did. This one is unrevised, unfinished, a fragment of a beginning, in very first-drafty stage and generally completely unfit to be seen by human eyes other than mine.

What better reasons but to hit that LJ-post-it button?

( It was going to be called 'The Final Hobbit', and in case you're wondering who that was going to be: )

http://www.geocities.com/lobelia40/dmassidewayslook.txt


http://www.geocities.com/lobelia40/kiranx3.txt

recs: hp, stargate and blake's 7

Yes, I've been reading round weird other fandoms! But here are three stories that I've read over the past few weeks and liked a lot!

Ante by ukcalico
Ah, Calico. Nobody writes sex like her. This is Draco/Blaise and it is a delicious delight. Breezy, no- angst, lovely porn.

The air hummed as Draco got the bottle out his chest and passed it over. Blaise tilted it sceptically. "Have a nice night in on your own, did you?" he grinned, with suggestive eyebrows. "You lush."

Absurdity Theory by julad
This is from a fandom called Stargate and features a pairing called McKay/Zelenka. I had never heard of these people but this fic made this my instant OTP. I mean, look at these guys: ( pics )

This story has fabulous dialogue, no-nonsense, no-angst sex, men who can talk about sex in a no-nonsense way, men who are physicists, and it's just a cracker. I've read it three times now. *g*

"Okay," Rodney said, and leaned over and kissed him, just briefly, a whisper of contact. "Was that a surprise?"

"Yes," Zelenka said, a little crossly.

"Ha!" Rodney said. "That's it! We only think we understand each other!"

"Don't be so stupid." Zelenka sat up and glared at him. "You didn't say first that you were going to kiss me. You proved nothing."

"Oh," Rodney said.

"Very well," Zelenka said, looking very disgruntled. "I will kiss you now."


Duty by Pat Jacquerie.
The woman who wrote this has sadly died which is a strange thing in the online world and leaves one bereft of feedback possibilities. Her story is from a fandom called Blake's 7 and features two men called Tarrant and Avon. It is full, and I say full, of sexual tension and sex and emotional knots and embarrassed-making situations of hot, hot fucking. Quite science-fictiony and mucho angsty and sort of a bit claustrophobic but slashy as hell and a little old-fashioned, like ye-olde-days of Spock/Kirk.( WARNING, spoiler )

Tarrant held his breath during long moment of silence that followed, realizing...realizing...

"No." Avon's voice held no inflection. "I see no alternative."

...Realizing he wanted this. Despite his doubts on how it would effect their already touchy relationship. Had, perhaps, wanted it for a very long time indeed, a desire hidden under antagonism and denial, layer after layer of barbed-wire words surrounding a thorny patch of truth. But he had never wanted a man before, much less such a difficult man as this. And yet...

"No alternative," he repeated, comforting himself with the fact. "So relax. For once, let me take the responsibility."

daily word count

On the book: Zero.

On Dudley/Draco: 1,187.

Shit.