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Post the first lines of fic you are yet to finish.
Good idea, this. Made me go through all the files and realise I have several drabbles and ficlets sitting there which, while not necessarily outstanding, are pretty much finished – so will be posting those at some point.
Ongoing stuff…
Master Plan – Part 7
I look down at Jack as he kneels before me, fully-clothed because I didn't give him time to go and prepare for me. He's a little bemused by that fact. Not sure what to expect.
Just a little taster. I promise I will come back to this before long.
* * *
The Jack/Nine thing
"Captain. My bedroom. Now."
Jack's eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise, his expression quickly turning to a leer as the word 'bedroom' sinks in.
On hold for the last couple of days as apparently when I'm ill I don't feel like writing porn.
* * *
A Jack and Rose thing that came out of my bit of meta
They were dancing again on the way back from Raxicoricofallapatorius, happy and laughing and having fun. It was inevitable, really, that at the end of the one slow dance Jack allowed himself, Rose would go up on her tiptoes, place small, soft hands on his cheeks, and raise her face expectantly, eyes fluttering shut, for his kiss.
I'm going to edit that paragraph somewhat but that's how it stands at the moment.
* * *
Big Bang Story
Jack Harkness loved the middle of the Twentieth Century. Much more fun than the repressive Victorian era – the Great War had done away with that – but before things got so free that no-one cared about the niceties any more. It was a time when men were gentlemen and women were ladies; when dancing was done in couples, to music with a tune; when one flirted instead of going on the pull, and there was such gaiety everywhere.
I literally have 310 words of this written so far. And it may change completely beyond recognition. But this is the opening as of now.
* * *
Stuff that may not ever be finished
An alternative Year of Hell fic
No, I didn’t actually spend the whole year in chains, being tortured to death. Yeah, that was part of it – a big part of it – but a lot of the time he just forgot about me. Locked me in a cell (or rather, got someone else to lock me in a cell, because he wasn’t big on doing menial tasks himself) and forgot about me.
I scrawled this down at the same time I started Master Plan, and one took off and the other didn't.
* * *
Jack/Angel
Angel watches Jack suck greedily, dark hair flopping across his face. He feels the urge to thrust up into his mouth and doesn’t resist it, because Jack likes to see evidence of what he’s doing to you. Blue eyes twinkle up at him through the flopping hair and he can feel Jack smile round his cock.
It’s hard to believe this is the first time Jack’s sucked his cock.
It’s even harder to believe because it’s most certainly not the first time Angel’s had his cock sucked by Jack.
This was the first time I wrote Jack, and it was going to be a sort of "Time Traveller's Wife" rip-off, but I kind of got sidetracked by the fact that Jack worked much better with Giles… May go back to it one day. Who knows? It's a bit complicated, timeline-wise, and a big project!
* * *
There are also a few Buffy and Angel fics that will almost certainly never see the light of day. I've progressed a long, long way since I wrote those! *g*
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ETA: Darn! I knew there was one I'd forgotten! The follow-up to Connection, just so you can see I'm not lying about having started it! *g*
Connection - Part 2
Jack stands on the threshold of Giles' bedroom, hands in pockets, taking it in. Giles glances round at it himself, wondering if it’s what Jack expected. Like the living room, it’s a good-sized room, but it’s not grand. It’s furnished practically and comfortably and with what Giles would like to think of as some style. Antique furniture, sage green bedspread and curtains, fawn walls and a large cream rug covering most of the old oak floorboards.
Not a very exciting opening, I'll admit, but it gets them into the bedroom... *g*
So that's all, folks!
seti_drd.Post the first lines of fic you are yet to finish.
Good idea, this. Made me go through all the files and realise I have several drabbles and ficlets sitting there which, while not necessarily outstanding, are pretty much finished – so will be posting those at some point.
Ongoing stuff…
Master Plan – Part 7
I look down at Jack as he kneels before me, fully-clothed because I didn't give him time to go and prepare for me. He's a little bemused by that fact. Not sure what to expect.
Just a little taster. I promise I will come back to this before long.
The Jack/Nine thing
"Captain. My bedroom. Now."
Jack's eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise, his expression quickly turning to a leer as the word 'bedroom' sinks in.
On hold for the last couple of days as apparently when I'm ill I don't feel like writing porn.
A Jack and Rose thing that came out of my bit of meta
They were dancing again on the way back from Raxicoricofallapatorius, happy and laughing and having fun. It was inevitable, really, that at the end of the one slow dance Jack allowed himself, Rose would go up on her tiptoes, place small, soft hands on his cheeks, and raise her face expectantly, eyes fluttering shut, for his kiss.
I'm going to edit that paragraph somewhat but that's how it stands at the moment.
Big Bang Story
Jack Harkness loved the middle of the Twentieth Century. Much more fun than the repressive Victorian era – the Great War had done away with that – but before things got so free that no-one cared about the niceties any more. It was a time when men were gentlemen and women were ladies; when dancing was done in couples, to music with a tune; when one flirted instead of going on the pull, and there was such gaiety everywhere.
I literally have 310 words of this written so far. And it may change completely beyond recognition. But this is the opening as of now.
Stuff that may not ever be finished
An alternative Year of Hell fic
No, I didn’t actually spend the whole year in chains, being tortured to death. Yeah, that was part of it – a big part of it – but a lot of the time he just forgot about me. Locked me in a cell (or rather, got someone else to lock me in a cell, because he wasn’t big on doing menial tasks himself) and forgot about me.
I scrawled this down at the same time I started Master Plan, and one took off and the other didn't.
Jack/Angel
Angel watches Jack suck greedily, dark hair flopping across his face. He feels the urge to thrust up into his mouth and doesn’t resist it, because Jack likes to see evidence of what he’s doing to you. Blue eyes twinkle up at him through the flopping hair and he can feel Jack smile round his cock.
It’s hard to believe this is the first time Jack’s sucked his cock.
It’s even harder to believe because it’s most certainly not the first time Angel’s had his cock sucked by Jack.
This was the first time I wrote Jack, and it was going to be a sort of "Time Traveller's Wife" rip-off, but I kind of got sidetracked by the fact that Jack worked much better with Giles… May go back to it one day. Who knows? It's a bit complicated, timeline-wise, and a big project!
There are also a few Buffy and Angel fics that will almost certainly never see the light of day. I've progressed a long, long way since I wrote those! *g*
ETA: Darn! I knew there was one I'd forgotten! The follow-up to Connection, just so you can see I'm not lying about having started it! *g*
Connection - Part 2
Jack stands on the threshold of Giles' bedroom, hands in pockets, taking it in. Giles glances round at it himself, wondering if it’s what Jack expected. Like the living room, it’s a good-sized room, but it’s not grand. It’s furnished practically and comfortably and with what Giles would like to think of as some style. Antique furniture, sage green bedspread and curtains, fawn walls and a large cream rug covering most of the old oak floorboards.
Not a very exciting opening, I'll admit, but it gets them into the bedroom... *g*
So that's all, folks!
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And wow, the Jack/Angel looks damn good too.
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Of course, it's not going to be quite that easy for young Jack... *g*
And wow, the Jack/Angel looks damn good too.
Actually, having looked at it again, it's not as bad as I thought it was. Just needs a lot of working out. And I guess I could make it shorter than I originally intended, because I don't think I have the patience to do what I originally intended!
And as I said to Becky above, now I've looked at them all I want to write them all! :-(
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And the Jack/Angel thing is interesting. I had another look at it last night, and I think there are actually two stories there. But there's a lot more writing to do on both of them - one of them is literally just what I posted plus a few notes; the other is c. 800 words of them meeting in a fight against demons which was then going to progress to the obvious, but I never got as far as deciding which of them would be the dominant one. And I don't seem to be able to write porn without at least a little bit of power-play.
Ah well, will keep thinking about it on and off and I'm sure it'll work itself out eventually.