Fic: School Nemeses 11 (Merlin/Arthur)
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magog_83Wordcount: 1,766
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Merlin and Arthur are archenemies who hate their author for taking roughly 16545382 years to write them again. They would like to remind their author that they have been waiting for the second half of the play to begin for "a million gazillion years" and Merlin's arse is officially dead at this point. Arthur does not wish to know about Merlin's arse (no-one believes you, Arthur) but waiting this long has still been really frigging boring and he doesn't even have his DS. Modern school!au.
Part One/Part Two/Part Three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine/Part Ten
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vensre and a8c_sock for the help with this one!
This is forladililn for reminding me of this fic (in the nicest possible way). Hope you like it!
To Miss Slater’s amazement, the remainder of the play passed without any of the kind of incidents that would get them column inches in the local Gazette under a headline about teenage delinquency and the falling standards of teaching in the Modern World. It was true that Arthur persisted in looking smug every time a witch appeared or was vaguely mentioned by any character, and Miss Slater wasn’t entirely sure that Merlin ‘s elbow nearly connecting with Arthur’s face was the tragic accident he had professed it to be, but frankly, for them, that counted as subdued.
When the play came to its dramatic conclusion, the applause was finished and Arthur rather absently passed up Merlin’s coat whilst getting his own, Miss Slater started to wonder if she’d fallen asleep at some point in Act 4 and was in the midst of an elaborate dream. If James McAvoy suddenly popped up next to her with a box of Ferrero Rocher, she’d know she had.
Sadly, that did not happen. Instead Mr Kennedy appeared at the end of the row – on his way to the exit – as his class very slowly filed past behind him, and ruined everything.
“Good lord,” he said, looking at Merlin who was frozen in the act of taking his coat from Arthur and possibly (very possibly) opening his mouth to say ‘thank you’ (Miss Slater could dream). “Now that’s not something I ever expected to see – you boys getting along!” Behind him, one of his pupils took out her phone and actually snapped a photo. That seemed to wake up Merlin at least, who snatched his coat like Arthur had somehow infected it, leaving Arthur staring at his hands like they’d betrayed him.
“I was distracted thinking of the play,” said Merlin firmly – which Miss Slater found highly unlikely. Judging by the look on Hunith’s face, she wasn’t the only one.
“Ah yes, of course,” Mr Kennedy said genially. “And who can blame you?” (Miss Slater hoped his wasn’t a prelude to another lecture on stage production). “To understand Shakespeare is to understand all, as they say, and to exercise the intellect.”
“I think it just confused Arthur,” said Merlin.
Arthur stopped looking betrayed and glared at Merlin. “It did not.”
“It was probably all the long words.” Merlin looked sad on Arthur’s behalf.
Someone sniggered and Miss Slater resisted the urge to put her face in her hands.
“You’re not a fan of the Bard?” Mr Kennedy looked terribly disappointed at the pair of them.
“Merlin’s more into Doctor Who actually,” Arthur announced loudly before Merlin could respond. “His mother was telling me he likes to dress up as a cyberman and wear a—”
Merlin abruptly stood up. “I think we should get back to the coach.”
Miss Slater shook her head exasperatedly at Arthur (who was looking all too pleased with himself now). “Both of you be quiet, and Merlin sit down and wait. We are not all stampeding for the door at once.”
Scowling, Merlin grudgingly sat back down, but not before Arthur casually flipped up the seat, causing Merlin to miss it completely and land on the floor after making a wild and unsuccessful grab for the armrest.
“Arthur!” Mr Kennedy sounded scandalised. Honestly, it was like he was new to the school.
“It’s alright,” Miss Slater said hastily. “Mrs Emrys and I can deal with this. We’ll meet you back at the coach.”
‘Mrs Emrys’ was looking vastly amused actually, and Miss Slater quite distinctly heard her mutter something about “asking for that one, sweetheart” which she could certainly sympathise with.
With a last look of deep disapproval, Mr Kennedy moved off, his few remaining pupils trailing behind him and goggling at Merlin and Arthur as they passed.
“Merlin, I suggest you get up,” Miss Slater said, when it was clear Merlin was fully intending to remain locked in a red-faced glaring contest with Arthur. “And everyone else,” she looked around at her class as Merlin struggled to his feet and noticed several phones disappearing back into bags and pockets. “Make sure you’ve got all your belongings with you and then make your way to the exit.” She turned back – just in time to bark, “Don’t even think about it Merlin!”
Merlin swung his bag gently onto one shoulder and widened his eyes like he’d fully intended to do that all along, and not, as Miss Slater suspected, like he’d been intending to take advantage of the enclosed space and lack of escape route to get a decent swing at Arthur’s head with his rucksack.
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The reaction of Merlin and Arthur to their unprecedented outbreak of cordiality and the interest it generated among their classmates was, apparently, pretend the other no longer existed. Miss Slater felt this was strategy was flawed on two fronts, the first being that Merlin and Arthur could no more convincingly ignore each other than she could ignore Mr Lewis’s wilful flouting of British traffic laws on the way to the hostel, and the second being that as a way of drawing gossip away from them, it rather had the opposite effect, causing an outbreak of speculation the boys couldn’t fail to notice. Miss Slater had a feeling that the grainy photograph now circulating of Arthur helping Merlin with his coat wasn’t helping. Either way, they spent the short journey to the hostel twenty seats away from each other – after one brave soul had asked if they were sure they wouldn’t prefer to sit together (amid much giggling).
It was something of a novelty to spend dinner at the hostel telling people off for texting at the table, or for being a bit noisy, as opposed to, say, salting someone’s casserole or nailing someone’s underwear to the main door. Yet at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel there was something downright unsettling about it, especially when an after dinner discussion of the play brought up the subject of costume and Arthurdidn’t mention pointy hats. By the time Merlin had passed up two separate opportunities to steal Arthur’s luggage, and then suddenly announced he was going to bed (while everyone else was still making excuses to stay up), Miss Slater decided that stapling pants to the door might have been an improvement.
Ten minutes later, she had the last few stragglers rounded up and herded them towards the main stairs. The hostel was already settling down for the night and Hunith was not far behind her. She paused, however, when she noticed Arthur trailing along at the back of the group and wondered if she ought to say something. The gossip tonight hadn’t been that bad, but that was always relative when it wasn’t directed at you, so she smiled and let Arthur catch her up on the stairs, the others going ahead.
“Everything alright, Arthur? You seem a bit quiet tonight.”
For a second Arthur looked like a startled rabbit, before he shrugged, “I’m fine, just tired.”
They passed the first landing, Hunith moving ahead of them, as Miss Slater tried to think of a good way to phrase what she wanted to say. “You know,” she said at last, lowering her voice slightly, “there’s nothing wrong with you and Merlin being friends.” Arthur’s nonchalant expression took a turn for the horrified. “Not that you necessarily are,” she added hastily before he could fling himself off the staircase or something, “I’m just saying, that the world won’t end if you don’t solder his locker shut for a week.”
“No-one ever proved I did that,” Arthur pointed out immediately.
Miss Slater just pursed her lips and fixed him with A Look. “Don’t insult my intelligence, Arthur. The point I am trying to make it that you shouldn’t let other people’s opinions get to you, you can be nice to Merlin occasionally if you want.”
“I’m not going to be nice to Merlin,” Arthur said, pulling a face like Miss Slater had lost her mind. She very kindly didn’t point out the many ways he’d already proven that wasn’t true. “And I don’t care about what other people are saying.”
“You don’t?” Miss Slater said, sceptically.
“No!” Arthur scowled.
“So you weren’t ignoring Merlin tonight because of it?”
Arthur looked shocked (it was about as convincing as when Merlin tried it), “I can’t ignore him, we’re not friends.”
It was an odd teenage sort of logic, but Miss Slater recognised the stubborn set of Arthur’s jaw and knew she wasn’t going to get any further tonight. “Very well,” she said, giving in and speeding up alongside him as they finally reached the top floor along with Hunith. Then she added, “Just think about what I said.”
“I don’t need to,” Arthur said firmly, before remembering who he talking to and tacking a belated, “...Miss,” to the end.
Miss Slater just sighed as Hunith opened the door to their corridor (the hostel had helpfully grouped them by class). “Right, of course.”
“I shall be glad to get to sleep tonight,” Hunith said cheerfully, as though to cover the injured silence practically emanating from Arthur.
Miss Slater was just opening her mouth to reply when a door a few yards away flew open and none other than Merlin burst out wearing nothing but a pair of stripy pyjama bottoms.
“Mum! Where did you pack my—”
He broke off abruptly and there followed a shocked silence in which Merlin’s gaze went straight over Miss Slater’s shoulder to Arthur. Then he made a noise a little like a dying cat and attempted to get back into his room – bouncing off the door before he realised it had closed and scrabbling at the handle instead.
The sound of the door slamming shut behind him again was probably enough to wake half the floor.
“I’d better go and see what he’s lost,” Hunith said, excusing herself and following Merlin as though this was all perfectly normal (which, Miss Slater reflected, it probably was).
Miss Slater turned to Arthur, only to find him red faced and still staring at the door like Merlin might suddenly come back through it.
That was, until he noticed her looking. “I was just...”
“Ignoring him, I know,” Miss Slater said, drily.
If it was possible, Arthur looked even more embarrassed. “I’m going to bed,” he announced, scraping together a tiny bit of dignity before he scuttled off to his room like the corridor was on fire.
Miss Slater watched him go and reflected that she might be getting quite fluent in teenage logic after all.
The End (for now)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Merlin and Arthur are archenemies who hate their author for taking roughly 16545382 years to write them again. They would like to remind their author that they have been waiting for the second half of the play to begin for "a million gazillion years" and Merlin's arse is officially dead at this point. Arthur does not wish to know about Merlin's arse (no-one believes you, Arthur) but waiting this long has still been really frigging boring and he doesn't even have his DS. Modern school!au.
Part One/Part Two/Part Three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine/Part Ten
Thanks to
vensre and a8c_sock for the help with this one!This is for
ladililn for reminding me of this fic (in the nicest possible way). Hope you like it!To Miss Slater’s amazement, the remainder of the play passed without any of the kind of incidents that would get them column inches in the local Gazette under a headline about teenage delinquency and the falling standards of teaching in the Modern World. It was true that Arthur persisted in looking smug every time a witch appeared or was vaguely mentioned by any character, and Miss Slater wasn’t entirely sure that Merlin ‘s elbow nearly connecting with Arthur’s face was the tragic accident he had professed it to be, but frankly, for them, that counted as subdued.
When the play came to its dramatic conclusion, the applause was finished and Arthur rather absently passed up Merlin’s coat whilst getting his own, Miss Slater started to wonder if she’d fallen asleep at some point in Act 4 and was in the midst of an elaborate dream. If James McAvoy suddenly popped up next to her with a box of Ferrero Rocher, she’d know she had.
Sadly, that did not happen. Instead Mr Kennedy appeared at the end of the row – on his way to the exit – as his class very slowly filed past behind him, and ruined everything.
“Good lord,” he said, looking at Merlin who was frozen in the act of taking his coat from Arthur and possibly (very possibly) opening his mouth to say ‘thank you’ (Miss Slater could dream). “Now that’s not something I ever expected to see – you boys getting along!” Behind him, one of his pupils took out her phone and actually snapped a photo. That seemed to wake up Merlin at least, who snatched his coat like Arthur had somehow infected it, leaving Arthur staring at his hands like they’d betrayed him.
“I was distracted thinking of the play,” said Merlin firmly – which Miss Slater found highly unlikely. Judging by the look on Hunith’s face, she wasn’t the only one.
“Ah yes, of course,” Mr Kennedy said genially. “And who can blame you?” (Miss Slater hoped his wasn’t a prelude to another lecture on stage production). “To understand Shakespeare is to understand all, as they say, and to exercise the intellect.”
“I think it just confused Arthur,” said Merlin.
Arthur stopped looking betrayed and glared at Merlin. “It did not.”
“It was probably all the long words.” Merlin looked sad on Arthur’s behalf.
Someone sniggered and Miss Slater resisted the urge to put her face in her hands.
“You’re not a fan of the Bard?” Mr Kennedy looked terribly disappointed at the pair of them.
“Merlin’s more into Doctor Who actually,” Arthur announced loudly before Merlin could respond. “His mother was telling me he likes to dress up as a cyberman and wear a—”
Merlin abruptly stood up. “I think we should get back to the coach.”
Miss Slater shook her head exasperatedly at Arthur (who was looking all too pleased with himself now). “Both of you be quiet, and Merlin sit down and wait. We are not all stampeding for the door at once.”
Scowling, Merlin grudgingly sat back down, but not before Arthur casually flipped up the seat, causing Merlin to miss it completely and land on the floor after making a wild and unsuccessful grab for the armrest.
“Arthur!” Mr Kennedy sounded scandalised. Honestly, it was like he was new to the school.
“It’s alright,” Miss Slater said hastily. “Mrs Emrys and I can deal with this. We’ll meet you back at the coach.”
‘Mrs Emrys’ was looking vastly amused actually, and Miss Slater quite distinctly heard her mutter something about “asking for that one, sweetheart” which she could certainly sympathise with.
With a last look of deep disapproval, Mr Kennedy moved off, his few remaining pupils trailing behind him and goggling at Merlin and Arthur as they passed.
“Merlin, I suggest you get up,” Miss Slater said, when it was clear Merlin was fully intending to remain locked in a red-faced glaring contest with Arthur. “And everyone else,” she looked around at her class as Merlin struggled to his feet and noticed several phones disappearing back into bags and pockets. “Make sure you’ve got all your belongings with you and then make your way to the exit.” She turned back – just in time to bark, “Don’t even think about it Merlin!”
Merlin swung his bag gently onto one shoulder and widened his eyes like he’d fully intended to do that all along, and not, as Miss Slater suspected, like he’d been intending to take advantage of the enclosed space and lack of escape route to get a decent swing at Arthur’s head with his rucksack.
The reaction of Merlin and Arthur to their unprecedented outbreak of cordiality and the interest it generated among their classmates was, apparently, pretend the other no longer existed. Miss Slater felt this was strategy was flawed on two fronts, the first being that Merlin and Arthur could no more convincingly ignore each other than she could ignore Mr Lewis’s wilful flouting of British traffic laws on the way to the hostel, and the second being that as a way of drawing gossip away from them, it rather had the opposite effect, causing an outbreak of speculation the boys couldn’t fail to notice. Miss Slater had a feeling that the grainy photograph now circulating of Arthur helping Merlin with his coat wasn’t helping. Either way, they spent the short journey to the hostel twenty seats away from each other – after one brave soul had asked if they were sure they wouldn’t prefer to sit together (amid much giggling).
It was something of a novelty to spend dinner at the hostel telling people off for texting at the table, or for being a bit noisy, as opposed to, say, salting someone’s casserole or nailing someone’s underwear to the main door. Yet at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel there was something downright unsettling about it, especially when an after dinner discussion of the play brought up the subject of costume and Arthurdidn’t mention pointy hats. By the time Merlin had passed up two separate opportunities to steal Arthur’s luggage, and then suddenly announced he was going to bed (while everyone else was still making excuses to stay up), Miss Slater decided that stapling pants to the door might have been an improvement.
Ten minutes later, she had the last few stragglers rounded up and herded them towards the main stairs. The hostel was already settling down for the night and Hunith was not far behind her. She paused, however, when she noticed Arthur trailing along at the back of the group and wondered if she ought to say something. The gossip tonight hadn’t been that bad, but that was always relative when it wasn’t directed at you, so she smiled and let Arthur catch her up on the stairs, the others going ahead.
“Everything alright, Arthur? You seem a bit quiet tonight.”
For a second Arthur looked like a startled rabbit, before he shrugged, “I’m fine, just tired.”
They passed the first landing, Hunith moving ahead of them, as Miss Slater tried to think of a good way to phrase what she wanted to say. “You know,” she said at last, lowering her voice slightly, “there’s nothing wrong with you and Merlin being friends.” Arthur’s nonchalant expression took a turn for the horrified. “Not that you necessarily are,” she added hastily before he could fling himself off the staircase or something, “I’m just saying, that the world won’t end if you don’t solder his locker shut for a week.”
“No-one ever proved I did that,” Arthur pointed out immediately.
Miss Slater just pursed her lips and fixed him with A Look. “Don’t insult my intelligence, Arthur. The point I am trying to make it that you shouldn’t let other people’s opinions get to you, you can be nice to Merlin occasionally if you want.”
“I’m not going to be nice to Merlin,” Arthur said, pulling a face like Miss Slater had lost her mind. She very kindly didn’t point out the many ways he’d already proven that wasn’t true. “And I don’t care about what other people are saying.”
“You don’t?” Miss Slater said, sceptically.
“No!” Arthur scowled.
“So you weren’t ignoring Merlin tonight because of it?”
Arthur looked shocked (it was about as convincing as when Merlin tried it), “I can’t ignore him, we’re not friends.”
It was an odd teenage sort of logic, but Miss Slater recognised the stubborn set of Arthur’s jaw and knew she wasn’t going to get any further tonight. “Very well,” she said, giving in and speeding up alongside him as they finally reached the top floor along with Hunith. Then she added, “Just think about what I said.”
“I don’t need to,” Arthur said firmly, before remembering who he talking to and tacking a belated, “...Miss,” to the end.
Miss Slater just sighed as Hunith opened the door to their corridor (the hostel had helpfully grouped them by class). “Right, of course.”
“I shall be glad to get to sleep tonight,” Hunith said cheerfully, as though to cover the injured silence practically emanating from Arthur.
Miss Slater was just opening her mouth to reply when a door a few yards away flew open and none other than Merlin burst out wearing nothing but a pair of stripy pyjama bottoms.
“Mum! Where did you pack my—”
He broke off abruptly and there followed a shocked silence in which Merlin’s gaze went straight over Miss Slater’s shoulder to Arthur. Then he made a noise a little like a dying cat and attempted to get back into his room – bouncing off the door before he realised it had closed and scrabbling at the handle instead.
The sound of the door slamming shut behind him again was probably enough to wake half the floor.
“I’d better go and see what he’s lost,” Hunith said, excusing herself and following Merlin as though this was all perfectly normal (which, Miss Slater reflected, it probably was).
Miss Slater turned to Arthur, only to find him red faced and still staring at the door like Merlin might suddenly come back through it.
That was, until he noticed her looking. “I was just...”
“Ignoring him, I know,” Miss Slater said, drily.
If it was possible, Arthur looked even more embarrassed. “I’m going to bed,” he announced, scraping together a tiny bit of dignity before he scuttled off to his room like the corridor was on fire.
Miss Slater watched him go and reflected that she might be getting quite fluent in teenage logic after all.
The End (for now)
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Date: 2012-04-02 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-14 10:50 pm (UTC)Honestly, some people... XD
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2012-04-14 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-02 10:55 pm (UTC)(I'm so excited to see this! Can't wait to read it.)
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Date: 2012-04-02 09:42 pm (UTC)so in loveehm...so in denialehm.... archenemies, I know ;DI adore this .
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Date: 2012-04-14 10:51 pm (UTC)even if they do sometimes
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2012-04-02 10:12 pm (UTC)lol I wonder why you mentioned James McAvoy ;)Aw, Merlin, there's no shame whatsoever in wearing a tinhat!
If one of these two had pigtails... =D This is so delightful!
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Date: 2012-04-14 10:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-03 01:12 am (UTC)I can only wonder what's going to happen with that picture once the trip is over. I also pity the poor person who suggested they sit together, for they might get revenge from both Merlin and Arthur.
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Date: 2012-04-14 10:56 pm (UTC)The boys weren't too bad, after all it was a bit mean of me to leave such arch-enemies squished together for so long! I promise I won't leave them so long again :D
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Date: 2012-04-14 10:56 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2012-04-03 01:43 am (UTC)Eee, so glad to see more of this. :)
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Date: 2012-04-14 10:57 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2012-04-14 10:58 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2012-04-14 10:58 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading :)
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Date: 2012-04-03 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-14 10:59 pm (UTC)Arthur was merely shocked that Merlin should be wandering the corridors in November with no shirt on. It was a perfectly innocent and logical thing to do and any other suggestion is totally uncalled for.
I think that picture might come back to bite them yet...
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Date: 2012-04-03 08:44 pm (UTC)e continuing this ^^
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Date: 2012-04-14 09:42 am (UTC)“I was just...”
“Ignoring him, I know,” Miss Slater said, drily.
*amused*
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*waits until the boys are distracted and then whispers to author 'psst. could they BE more obvious?'*
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Date: 2012-04-14 11:02 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading! Glad you're still enjoying their antics :D
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Date: 2012-04-23 01:33 am (UTC)Funny and charming. Love Merlin panicing cos Arthur's seen his pyjamas.
Hope you carry on.
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Date: 2013-01-02 02:42 am (UTC)Anywho, I still adore this story with the intensity of a thousand burning suns. There is nothing more perfect to me than awkward, prank-prone schoolboys who don't know what to do with all these feelings. And even though this fic is pretty innocent and light-hearted you still manage to create some of the UST-est UST to ever UST with these two. Cannot wait for more, if more is coming; either way, I'm sure I'll come back to read and reread these eleven chapters until I have them basically memorized. ♥
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Date: 2013-01-02 09:30 pm (UTC)I really do want to finish this fic off. I have half of the next chapter and half of the chapter after that already written. It's like I know how I want those chapters to go, I just can't seem to kick myself up the backside and start writing fic again. Since May, all I've managed are bits of pieces of One Direction fic. How are you finding that fandom by the way?? It's nice to find someone else from my flist has fallen down the same black hole as me. As I drifted away from Merlin slightly, I was reading Star Trek, The Eagle, Teen Wolf, I never expected in a MILLION YEARS that the fandom that would properly capture my imagination would be an RPF fandom featuring mostly teenagers with bonus Nick Grimshaw.
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Date: 2013-01-03 07:24 am (UTC)As to the fandom...well. For one thing, it was the first new fandom I joined since joining tumblr, and it's definitely the first fandom I've been a part of that seems to mostly operate on tumblr? On the one hand, the some friends I knew from previous fandoms also fell into this particular rabbit hole, I've met some awesome new people since joining this fandom, etc. etc. On the other hand, the nature of the beast is that a large percentage of the fandom is made up of the sort of stereotypical thirteen-year-old girl discovering fic for the first time, which in some ways is fine and actually kind of cool, and in other ways...not so much. Add in the RL nature of the whole thing, and sometimes it can get just a bit eeky/stressful/overwhelming/generally exhausting. It's always the first thing I excise from my life when I have just a bit too much on my plate (i.e. finals week), because the 1D fandom is simply too exhausting to be a part of at those times. Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't just ignore the RL aspects of the band completely and just focus on reading and writing fic. But sometimes it's kind of wonderful? I have no idea. It's complicated? *g*
ANYWHO. Sorry for the essay; I'm kind of a rambler by nature. How are YOU finding the fandom. :P
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Date: 2013-01-03 10:49 pm (UTC)I became less stressed with the fandom once I started listening to Nick Grimshaw on the Breakfast Show. That's become my sort of fandom-I'm-most-into (if a radio show can have a fandom!) and so I can mostly ignore the 1D drama.
Do you have any favourite fandom fics?? I love everything by little-mousling, estrella30, tirewrites (mostly Nick/Harry) and a lot of lovewilts stuff. Before 1D fandom, I'd never ever read any tumblr fic, and now it's hard to escape because a lot of the fic is over there in STUPIDLY TINY GREY FONT ON A WHITE BACKGROUND. Sorry, I have issues with tumblr format ;)
I hope you're planning to write more for the fandom, I enjoyed your Peter Pan one so much. I've had to go and buy Peter Pan and Wendy to re-read it for the first time in years!
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Date: 2013-01-09 05:12 am (UTC)It seems like we have many of the same thoughts on the 1D fandom. :P I mean, sometimes it can be a bit difficult to distinguish between the more traditional "fandom-y" aspects and the "real life" bits; I'm definitely more interested in the former, but I suppose I'm still a fan of the band, with all the YouTube clip-watching that implies and whatnot. I do try to stay far, far away from Twitter, though. I imagine I'd have to take much more frequent steps back if I ever saw too much of the Twitter fandom (which is another of these weird newfangled thingamabobs to a cantankerous LJ-purist like myself).
I read a LOT of fic when I first got into the fandom, last spring and early summer, but since then I've had periods of dropping off, being distracted by different fandoms, and then more periods of voracious fic-reading--so I haven't read anything recently, but I'm just about due to dive back in. XD I'll definitely have to give your suggestions a try! I should go back and try to find those fics and authors I remember loving, too, because I know there were several. Most were on LJ, precisely because I do try to avoid that terrible tumblr format, but I know I'll have to give in eventually. At least ao3 has been gaining in popularity recently; it's definitely not as much of a guarantee of quality as it once was, but more people are using it. At the beginning I was mostly reading Louis and Harry--then I gradually drifted towards reading quite a bit of ot5, until it got to the point where you could give me any possible combination of the five of them and I'd be happy (well, perhaps except for ot4s--that just seems cruel XD). I haven't read a lot with Nick Grimshaw, but I have seen plenty of mentions/audioclips of him on tumblr--he certainly seems to have a growing fandom.
I do hope to write more! I did mean it when I said in the notes of my Peter Pan fic that I have 33 unfinished word documents of fic for these five idiots--it's just a question of whether I'll be able to increase my prolificity to something a little better than one fic every year and a half, which is what I've been averaging recently, unfortunately. But I'm so glad my fic made you want to read the original! I bought a copy for myself while writing it (only really having seen the Disney version before) and was surprised by how much I adored it. You might have noticed I worked quite a few direct or almost-direct quotes into the fic--eventually it got to the point where I had to stop myself from just plagiarizing the whole thing, I liked it so much. That would have been a very poor interpretation of what an AU is supposed to be.
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Date: 2013-03-13 01:27 pm (UTC)I need more!
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