|very belated fic
||[Nov. 5th, 2010|03:54 pm]
TIN Hats: The This Is Now Discussion Community
Well, I'm more than a bit late to the party, but I come bringing party favors? Anyway, right: basically, once upon a time, Kara ( brimtoast) introduced me to TIN, and I lost a week or so of my life to reading the archives non-stop. I pestered her on AIM into the wee hours of the morning, ranting and raving about the plot and the characters, and also about how she'd ruined my brain forever because I was never going to have time to sleep again. I remember she laughed at me a lot. And then we spent the next week re-reading the archives together, and taking notes, and generally being ridiculous in our shared glee. And then I may have re-read the archives a third or fourth or fifth time. I don't know. It all gets a bit fuzzy.|
A few months passed and Kara's birthday came around. She asked if maybe I'd consider writing her a TIN fic as a present. Foolishly, I agreed. It took me an entire year to finish, but she was very patient about it. (Ha HA, NOT REALLY, but I still love her, and anyway, I finished it in time for her NEXT birthday. That is something, right? Right.)
At any rate, it is done now! She suggested I sling a link up here for anyone that might be interested. If any players involved in the game read this... oh, God. I'm really sorry if it's weird seeing someone else play with your characters. I did so with love, honestly, and hopefully didn't butcher them completely.
Title: i'm a dick (i'm addicted to you)
Fandom: this_is_now (Harry Potter RPG)
Pairing/Rating: Terry/Justin, PG-13
AN: According to my extensive, somewhat incoherent notes, I think this scene may have occurred between 3-8-04 and 3-10-04, i.e., shortly after the infamous Draco-punching-Justin-in-the-nose incident. Of course, this is all pure conjecture, born out of way, way too many late night readings of the archives and obviously all credit for characters and so forth goes to the brilliant original players.
Also much thanks to my poor betas, laliandra and shiningartifact , who suffered my weeping and wailing about this story with tolerance and grace, and to Kara, who bore the long wait for this story with relative patience, and was good enough to help polish up her own birthday present. Much love, darling.