I know, I know: I swore up, down, and sideways that I wasn't going to write anything else until I finished that story, but sometimes a girl just can't help herself.

( Centurion!Bush. 250 words. R. )

Backdated for fic-tagging purposes: thing what I wrote for the Hornblower Remix.

Alternate Interior Angles (The Trigonometry Remix). Bush, Kennedy, Hornblower, PG. Remixing A letter from Kingston, January 1802 by commodorified.

Meant to link this last night and forgot -- the marvels of procrastination: I've finally managed to complete a piece of flashfic for aos_challenge.

Glossolalia. Orrock/Hammond, ~750 words, NC-17.

Sup, Hornblower fandom?

This was originally meant to go in kind of a different direction, but I think, in the end, that has to be another story. Which is to say, there will probably be more to this eventually. I'm not sure that I'm entirely satisfied with this, actually -- but I'm also really tired of fiddling with it, so I'm setting it free.

(Also, fangirls in your infinite mercy, please forgive the minor fuddling of book and movie canon; I do hope it's not too jarring.)

Oh, and I should probably say -- substantial spoilers for Flying Colours, if there's anyone reading who isn't there yet.

( Chichester. )

And request ficlet the second, for quigonejinn, who wanted Bush and Hornblower after meeting in Portsmouth, but before marrying Maria:

( Continuous and Differentiable. 500 words. R. )

Today I ditched out on a pool party because I fail at social interaction (and didn't have a bathing suit I could be seen in), and came to Starbucks intending to work on any or all of the ten billion Pirates stories I have somewhat on the go. And (mostly) failed at that too. I swear, this was entirely unintentional.

( Bush/Hornblower, 300 words. )

I have actually gotten a few hundred words of various piratical stuff done, though. It's just that the writing is distributed across, as mentioned, approximately a billion different things, so I'm not making particularly fast progress on any one story. And I'm onto Hotspur now, incidentally, but will type up another few chapters of LtH flail later tonight.

This is just— a thing. I started it for a prompt on aos_challenge a while back ('superstition') and couldn't quite get it to go where I wanted. Dug it out and cleaned it up a bit today; I'm still really feeling my way into writing this 'verse, but this seemed like a good place to start. Movieverse, despite my recent and ongoing book-related flail.

Jack Hammond(/William Bush). PG-13 for blasphemy.

( Navigation )