2005 fics in Review:
Total number of stories I wrote & posted last year: 70. The full list is below. Public fics are starred.
H/D Drabbles and Ficlets:
Other Harry Potter fics:
Jane Austen: *The Dolorous Passion of Mary Bennet.
Hikaru no Go:
House: Chase-as-Draco - House-H/D crossover for katina_r and House/Chase/Wilson for penm.
*Master & Commander: As Luck Would Have It for chaos_rose.
Pirates of the Caribbean: Jack/Will for ngaio.
Stargate: Atlantis: 1 drabble, "Ignition," 1 half-started story about John and Rodney in a lounge act, 1 half-finished comment porn thread, and 1 half-started story about John and Rodney's great angsty power struggle.
Extra: Fandom Pairing Predictions, multiple fandoms.
Prince of Tennis.
#4: Our Distance and That Person.
#6: The space between dreams and reality.
#8: In our own world.
#12: in a good mood.
#13: Excessive Chain.
He leaves Shindou sitting staring fixedly at the stones, and gathers
the dishes in an excuse to fumble around the kitchen and make noise. He
is bending over the sink with his hair brushing his eyes when Shindou
enters. A moment later Shindou walks through for a glass of water, and
puts his hand on Akira's waist for a moment as he passes.
straightens so suddenly that soap suds fly from his hands, and
Shindou's hand leaves his waist as though it were on fire. Akira feels
his face flushing even more, and he does his best not to turn around.
The kitchen is wide and roomy and he doesn't know why Shindou is right
behind him, why he is so close Akira can almost feel the warmth of his
skin beneath his pullover. He should move, he thinks hazily. He should
move and then apologize for getting in Shindou's way; he should--
"Touya," says Shindou in a new voice.
knows Shindou's voice so well that the thought of something new in it
makes his hands shake. He reaches up for a towel and dries them because
it gives him an excuse not to look at Shindou while he steadies them.
is not moving away, and Akira takes twice as long drying his hands,
because once this is done he doesn't know what to do or where to look,
and if he has to look at Shindou he might be tempted to--
Behind him he hears Shindou draw in a shaky breath, and everything hits him at once.
turns around. Shindou is there, right there, staring at him with his
eyes wild and confused and his hands making pointless motions at his
Akira leans in and runs his hand through Shindou's hair.
It is soft at the roots and full of hair gel on the top and just like
he has always imagined it would be. Shindou's eyes go even wider, but
he doesn't pull away.
"Could you move out of my way, Shindou?" Akira asks. "I have to dry the dishes."