Love Is What Remains

this is for you, fandom, with much love and t00biness. and no, nothing that can possibly happen could affect my otp, of course. of course. >:D

( `The Boys Who Lived'-- a meta-5th-year ficlet-- H/D, of course. R or NC17 or something like that. moo. )

you have been warned.
    this is fluff. more fluff. and then even more fluff. this is just a spur of the moment drabble-type-thing for starlitefaerie, and um. i'm posting it because i have no shame. and also, look at the fluff! i shame myself.
    but then, this is just a 10-minute.... thing. that's all.
    and to think i'd written a surprising amount of -other- stuff today (on a roll, baby), and it wasn't like this at -all-, and now everyone's gonna think i'm off my game and maybe i am, but you know. er. meep?

( `the eleventh star' - h/d - did i mention fluff? )

anyway... i was like-- i'm not reading anyone's fanfic, because i need to study. i'm not replying in any depth, because i need to study. i'm not, i'm not....

and then this first sentence came into my head and it -tortured- me until i wrote it, and i wasn't going to post it (because, gah, this has no right to live, and it sucks, and i just-- well-- it has no excuses). but anyway. writing non-con is an issue for me, because i think it's such a difficult thing to tackle, and because i can't pretend i can do it justice, and because non-con pr0n is... well... it's just difficult, is all.

and i suppose it's because it's difficult that i want to know just how i've failed, even though this isn't betaed and... well. i mean, this is a short fic, and who cares, anyway, and i know it has no "plot", and. but i don't think a plot would make it that much more palatable to me, so. i dunno. i have issues. this probably sucks.

but, sara wanted me to write non-con, and obviously i can't. sigh.

( `linger' - H/D - probably NC-17, probably not recommended reading for pretty much anyone, and not recommended writing for -me-, and i should really get going to class, so blah. )

i don't know -why- the hell i turned it into a ficlet, but there you go. the muse is fickle. admittedly, they seem to be more sleepy than normal, but what the hell, -i'm- more sleepy than normal, and i think it shows >:D<

but still. semi-realistic (i hope!) boy-smut. rejoice. H/D though. heh. i'd have to actually -try-, to write anything else ;)
    and wah, am i frighteningly prolific lately, or what? ><;;

( `morning run' - yah, yah, bad title, but hey, it's the smut that counts, right? - H/D, NC-17, ficlet. )

er. so. because i'm a sucker for smutfic, and drabbles, and challenges, and--

ok, nevermind, i was just procrastinating. i wrote a smut drabble though. and, because i am the mastah of my lj, i am posting it (muwahaha, etc, etc.)

( `slam' - h/d - short and sweet, baby )

and yah, because i can never seem to stop while i'm ahead:

( `synthesis' - yet another drabble for the veela break-up/get-back-together 100-word challenge - h/d )

this is just... a ficlet, except it got out of hand. i hope you like. tried to make it fluffy but y'know... not too much. hee.

( `Little Details' - H/D, of course. happy birthday to two spiffy writers that make me just that much happier to be in this fandom. and guh, this is certainly long enough for the both of you ^^; )

well, i didn't read ivy's `rose red' until today. and it's just nearly perfect the way it is, but i could see what she means about getting them together, and of course, i can't resist a challenge, eheheheh. ahem.

( so here goes my attempt at an ending for `rose red'. um. i'm not too happy with it, but it's so -long-, i just sort of have a sick fascination with how it turned out... )

anyway. so it is somewhat strange my dream is to read/write the Ultimate Version of harry and draco. but in the end, i just want to write what i truly believe. i want to find out what that is. i want to speak in the voices of these characters, i want to really -find- their voices within me.
    and maybe i can just write it as i see it. This Is How It Must've Been, like a reconstruction, a piecing back together of a theoretical history of their love. This is Why. like a game with moves and counter-moves, that dance of emotion and action that ends up with the flowering of realization. there are the constraints of character, of their situations, of the presence of secondary characters, parents, foes, teachers. by the presence of end result, of desired dynamic, of given outside circumstances, you should be able to add in your own imagination and vision, and achieve the story you believe should be written.... or not. *sigh*

( anyway. a cookie from `tangent'-- which isn't what i believe, but nonethelesss it is a piece of it.... )

so that's sort of silly. i do rant about oocness, but usually that's because it's also overly sweet or unrealistic in general, and not very well-written. you can't even -have- a well-written draco paired with harry, in a semi-hopeful relationship, and have him be jkr's draco, as of the fourth book. granted, the Trilogy wasn't supposedly trying to pair harry & draco (hah!), but it -was- trying to write a whole 3 books about him, and well-- canon!draco wouldn't sit well with that sort of attention. *sigh* but anyway. defending the Trilogy is about as stupid as ranting about its badness. so i won't. except to say, i don't see how you can love harry & draco and dislike it, because their love sort of drenches it like ... like some sort of buttery drench-ey thing ^^
    ahem.

( anyway. h/d ficlet inspired by DV 11. can't seem to stop these. sigh. tell me if it sucks. no, really. )