Dear Yuletide Author:

First and foremost: thank you so much for this gorgeous thing you’re going to be writing little old me (and I am so sorry this is late in going up—work has been brutal)! I so appreciate it, you have no idea. I hope it’s fun for you, and I hope you’re not stressed at all by it, because truly: anything you make will be great, and I’ll be thrilled and flattered and humbled by your generosity. I’m also incredibly flexible in terms of what I want/like—I’ve included some ideas and indications, but truly, the main point is: I never, ever want to stand in the way of someone’s muse. If you get pulled in a totally different direction, and you’re feeling the momentum? RUN with it. I find the most awesome thing in writing and reading alike to be the spark of passion, of enthusiasm in the words that you can see when the author’s totally into it. I am hoping you’ll find something here that sparks one of those moments for you in the writing process.

( So, to that end: some general musings about things I prefer :)Collapse )

Once more: thank you so much for your time and talent. I wish you the most wonderful end-of-the-year, and joyous times of whatever-celebrations-you-enjoy :)

<3 hitlikehammers

Title: Einfühlungsvermögen (or Feelings: A Primer for the Emotionally Inept)
Pairing: Dorian/John Kennex
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,955
Summary: Five human emotions that Dorian helped John to understand, and one that John demonstrated to Dorian—though honestly, given the givens, Dorian really could have done without the introduction.
For jetamors, for Yuletide 2013.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plots.


Einfühlungsvermögen (or Feelings: A Primer for the Emotionally Inept)

Title: Quite Contrary
Rating: R
Pairing: Sherlock/John/Mary, and variations on the theme
Word Count: 17,125
Summary: Who is Mary Morstan, and how does she fit?

Ten (largely unrelated) speculative variations on the theme.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plots.

Quite Contrary

Title: The Architect of Solitude
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Word Count: 91,426 (COMPLETE)
Summary: In the ninth year of John Watson’s life, he learned a magic trick, and he starred in a play. The Fall is just an act, just a magic trick in the end—a necessary deception, a desperate sort of sham. It's sleight of hand to save lives and keep hearts unbroken. And it was all John's idea.

And that changes everything.
Spoilers for 2.03 — The Reichenbach Fall.

Chapter Summary: And the important thing—the important thing is that at the age of forty-one, John Hamish Watson believes beyond all possibility for doubt that broken hearts will mend and soar and race and thrive once the clouds part, once the sky clears, so long as those hearts are held dearer than the fear of death, so long as the love is enough.


Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Title credit to Georg Trakl.

Start from the Beginning //
The Architect of Solitude: Postlude — Every Indescribable Joy

Title: Cicatrice, Or: The Ornaments of Forgetting
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Word Count: 16,945
Summary: In order to survive, to protect; to save his mind from the distraction, and spare his heart the ache, Sherlock deletes John Watson.

Sherlock deletes John Watson.

And then he comes back home.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Title credit to Walter Benjamin and Graham Greene.

Cicatrice, Or: The Ornaments of Forgetting

Dear Yuletide Author, I feel dreadfully that this letter is so horrifically belated. Life—or perhaps more specifically, my schedule—got the best of me for longer than I was prepared for, and alas, it is not until just now, with a few minutes to spare while some files load, that I can pop in and write you a bit of a note. You may no longer need it, but mostly, if you see this, I just want you to know that I think you're stellar. I love to write for people, but the idea of someone writing for me—even though, well, exchanges are BUILT that way, duh—is still a bit mind-boggling. So the fact that you signed up to write for someone, and then got me, and are willing to try to write something with my interests even vaguely in mind? You're fabulous. Thank you in advance.


( Just some random ramblings, if you want to read themCollapse )

Title: The Architect of Solitude
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Word Count: 88,551 (so far)
Summary: In the ninth year of John Watson’s life, he learned a magic trick, and he starred in a play. The Fall is just an act, just a magic trick in the end—a necessary deception, a desperate sort of sham. It's sleight of hand to save lives and keep hearts unbroken. And it was all John's idea.

And that changes everything.
Spoilers for 2.03 — The Reichenbach Fall.

Chapter Summary: The way that Sherlock’s stare pierces him straight through should hurt almost, by rights; instead it shivers, quakes in John’s rising pulse as he comes back to wakefulness, as he basks in that aqua glow trained just on him as if he’s a puzzle, as if he makes no sense and yet brings sense, as if he’s impossible and important, and impossibly important and his chest feels tight as he squeezes his eyes shut once more against their stinging because there has been too much sorrow, too many tears, and yes, John knows there will be more but not here, not for this.

This is perfect, without weeping.


Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Title credit to Georg Trakl.

Start from the Beginning //
The Architect of Solitude: Chapter Eighteen — More Than The World’s Meant to Stand

Title: Stars & Stripes
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov; Implications of General Avengers Polyamory
Summary: It was innocent. It was mostly-if-not-entirely innocent, and well-intentioned, and Steve would like it to be documented and acknowledged that he was not the one who decided it’d be a good idea to go rummaging through their colleagues’ bedside tables, alright? It was not Steve’s idea, and therefore Steve cannot be blamed for the thing that was found as a result.

The star-spangled, silicone thing sitting on the duvet between them, shaped like a...bowling pin.

A very thin, very particularly-contoured bowling pin.

“It’s a set, too,” Tony adds, as if that makes it any better. “We’ve all got one.”

Inspired by this art post.


(( “Does the term ‘double-team’ mean anything to you, Uncle Sam?” ))