#spacespace au

[greaseonmymouth]

A, D, I if you fancy it :)

I definitely fancy :D

A. of the fic you’ve written, which are you most proud of?

Ohhh, this is a hard one. I’m very proud of most of my fics, and often for different reasons, so I’m not sure how to choose one to be the most proud of.

I think, possibly, when it comes down to it it’s probably no longer easy on the eyes, my 2015 rs_games fic. I achieved everything I wanted with this fic, no loose ends I didn’t have time to tie up (I did cut it close, though), characterisation just the way I wanted it, the story progressed the way I wanted it, and I didn’t struggle too much to put narration back into my writing after having written a bunch of fairly dialogue heavy fics prior to it. And also, I just really wanted to write a fic about Remus and Teddy being father and son and what kind of relationship they would have if Remus had lived, and then I went and made it a Muggle AU and turned the AIDS metaphor into a non-metaphor. At the same time I wanted a type of “get back together” story for Remus and Sirius. So yeah, I loved writing this fic, and I still love it almost two years later, and I do sort of consider it to be my final R/S story, I don’t really have any more stories about them left to tell.* Thematically, this one is a sort of sequel to the time travel fic, which though it’s a Teddy/James story, is the first time I tried to poke at the Remus & Teddy father/son relationship.

Also, because I did just talk about POV in reply to another ask, no longer easy on the eyes has two POVs! Both Remus and Teddy have a POV in this one.

*I have an ancient Sirius & Regulus wip languishing in my gdocs because I haven’t figured out an ending for it yet and also it’s in script form because I was trying my hand at comic scripts at the time. So I’m not like done done with R/S and their family relationships, but I also can’t promise that this fic will have R/S in it, or that I’ll ever actually finish it. I live in eternal hope. :’D

D. what are some themes you love writing about?

Well :D whenever I got this question in the past I would always say “family relationships” and if you look at my fics it’s definitely true. I think I’m starting to lean away from it, though. All my current wips have one thing in common: they’re not about family. :p not in the way I used to write about family, i.e. parent/children relationships or sibling relationships (I don’t mean incest).

My current wips are more focused about how to coexist or connect with somebody else. Most of them are romance, so that stands to reason, but even my fantasy heist novel which is also about patriotism and loyalty and thieves having honour, is, at its core, about people making bonds or struggling with the bonds they have made. The space au I’m currently writing is also one of those, the premise is pretty much that Caius and Al have been in a queerplatonic relationship for the past five years (since the end of shadow magic, if shadow magic had also taken place in space) and now have to marry for ~Reasons. (And it takes place in space because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. ) This triggers them to really look at what they have and what they want and the ways in which what they have is currently not working. NO WORRIES THOUGH, it’ll have a) a happy end and b) the solution to their problems will NOT be to “upgrade” their queerplatonic relationship to a sexual one. Because that is a trope that needs to die and I will not be perpetuating it. Just putting that out there! Caius and Al are safe with me.

I. a passage from a WIP

Space AU excerpt:

Caius jabbed a thumb directly into a hard knot in Alcibiades’ shoulder. Pain bloomed up his neck and down his right arm.

“Sometimes I don’t even know why I bother,” Caius said, then dropped his hands. The mattress dipped slightly and then the sheets rustled. “I’m going back to sleep.”

His shoulder hurting more than it had before, Alcibiades turned awkwardly to speak to Caius, but found he’d pulled the blanket over his head. He’d settled on his side, facing away and radiating contempt like a fucking circadian lamp at ass o'clock in the morning.

“Caius.”

No reply. If possible, the lump under the covers looked even more hostile.