"Small Hands", chapter 2

Jul. 21st, 2017 07:35 am
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Here's one more chapter before move-preparations swallow me up completely!

Summary: Two late-comers to Cormallen are nervous about meeting the Ring-bearers. In the process of getting to know them, they learn a great deal about hobbits... and their new king. Characters include Aragorn, Pippin, Frodo, Merry, Sam, and Gimli.

Links to Chapter 2:

http://www.storiesofarda.com/chapterlistview.asp?SID=7551

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12572274/2/Small-Hands
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Title: Now advance they to the crime scene
Author:  merripestin
Length: 755 words
'Verse: BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Rating: R
Author's summary: Hwaet! I sing of those immortal heroes: The Tall Detective and The Shorter Man.

Now tall Sherlock, called the genius,       sees the parsley in the butter,
cries Oh! and soon declares the answer.       He knows the killer, has deduced it;
and John Watson, called the doctor,       whose gun is sure, whose hands are steady,
cries to him in admiration,       hails him Brilliant and Fantastic.


Reccer's remarks: Merripestin has been recced here before, and with good reason, what with the splendid writing and the general versatility. "Now advance they" absolutely slays me, and it may slay you too if you meet either of the following conditions: (1) you have ever studied Old English and/or Old Norse poetry; (2) you have backbuttoned out of one too many fanfics in which Sherlock is referred to as "the taller man"/"the dark-haired detective"/"the tall slender baby deer" and John is "the shorter man"/"the sandy-haired man"/"the clumsy typist." During a sex scene.

Condition 1, if you do not already meet it, may sound like a chore, but take a quick look at this lovely riddle-poem. Yes, this rec reflects an attempt to lure you into not only merripestin's delightful fic/poem/thing but also to one of my favorite literary genres.


Read on the AO3.



mews1945's birthday

Jul. 18th, 2017 07:33 am
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I'll always love you
Feeling your sweet spirit near
nestled in my heart

New story! "Small Hands"

Jul. 14th, 2017 08:30 am
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I've posted chapter 1 of my new story, which is planned to be a 'short and sweet' Cormallen tale. I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Two late-comers to Cormallen are nervous about meeting the Ring-bearers. In the process of getting to know them, they learn a great deal about hobbits... and their new king. Characters include Aragorn, Pippin, Frodo, Merry, Sam, and Gimli.

Links to Chapter 1:

http://www.storiesofarda.com/chapterlistview.asp?SID=7551

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12572274/1/

Sherlock fic: "Ampersand" 120/127

Jul. 13th, 2017 07:05 pm
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Title: Ampersand
Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes & Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes & Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Tags: Alpha Sherlock, Angst, Asexual Relationship, Asexual Sherlock, Babies, Beta John, Blow Jobs, Bonding, Developing Relationship, Domestic, Family Feels, Friendship, Hand Jobs, Hurt/Comfort, Kissing, Life Partners, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Masturbation, Mpreg, No Incest, Omega Mycroft, Omega Verse, Parenthood, Pining, Platonic Bonding, Polyamory, Pre-Poly, Pregnancy, Requited Love, Sex, Sexual Frustration, Slow Burn, Unconventional Families
Summary: John isn’t all that interested when he finds out that Mycroft is pregnant. Mary just left, things with Sherlock are difficult, and nothing is the same, most of all not John himself. But then there is a bond needed, a baby born, and it was never meant to happen like this, but somehow... Family, love, sex, and making it work - the complicated way. Post season three Omega Verse AU!


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Title: Scattered, Smothered, and Covered
Author: okapi
Length: 3867 words
'Verse: BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Rating: R
Author's summary: Tourists Mike Stamford and John Watson literally blow into a Southern town where the only place not ravaged by tornadoes is a diner; behind the counter is a cook who deduces how customers like their hash browns before they order.

Reccer's remarks: People, this is the Waffle House AU you didn't know you needed. There are indeed tornadoes, John is a terrible driver, Sally the waitress calls the cook a freak, Molly the other waitress takes off her hairnet to no avail, and Mike Stamford needs to go to Georgia, but not the way you think. TW for atrocious puns and general lunacy.

Excerpt:

John stared, mouth open. “That was amazing!”

“Do you think so?” asked the man.

“Of course, it was. It was extraordinary. Quite extraordinary.”

“That’s not what people normally say.”

“What do they normally say?”

The man’s voice fell to an angry drawl, “Fuck you, Pretty Boy!”

John’s eyebrows rose. “Bit rude. But you are sort of, well, um, that is to say,” he looked at Stamford and then looked down at the menu, “never mind. ..."

Read on the AO3.



*waves*

Jul. 12th, 2017 07:35 am
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I'm not hiding, just drowning in move details! Wonderfully, nearly everything on page 1 of my 3-page Task List of Doom is now finished and crossed out. Onward to page 2... much accomplished, much more to be done.

I *think* I may have set a record (at least with me) in being on hold on the phone, waiting for U.S. Postal Service customer service to come on the line so I could straighten out a glitch in my change of address submission -- 1 hr., 6 minutes on hold. Have any of you waited longer than that?

My brain hit a wall over the Fourth of July holiday and refused to process anything connected to the move for several days. To give myself a break, I... wrote about hobbits, yay! I now have two chapters nearly finished for a 'short and sweet' Cormallen story that I tried to start months ago. Thank goodness the writing Muse hadn't been packed away in a carton yet, unable to communicate.

*Wednesday hugses*

It's a birthday!

Jul. 12th, 2017 07:32 am
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Happy Birthday, [personal profile] marta_bee! I hope it's a lovely day.

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Title: Song of a Good Man
Author: goseaward
Length: 2168 words
'Verse: BBC
Pairing: not really; could be read as pre-slash, and my goggles are firmly attached
Rating: G (author says T, but nah)
Author's summary: After a few months of living with Sherlock, John gets used to the idea that Sherlock can do magic but chooses not to. But every now and then Mycroft will stop by and John will feel the teakettle lean towards him, or Anderson will get so annoyed that little flashes spark between his fingers and his tech, and John will wonder again why he never sees Sherlock display anything but the purest disinterest. [Your reccer, who edits for a living, itches to change that "disinterest" to "indifference."]

Reccer's remarks: You might expect (John Watson might expect) that if someone with Sherlock Holmes's intelligence, passion for knowledge, and demonstrated devotion to his own brilliance had magical powers, he would use them constantly, until everyone around him was sick of the showing-off. Right? But no; Sherlock won't so much as sing a mug out of a cupboard he can't reach. 

This lovely brief story explains why, and in doing so delivers some clever and efficient world-building as well as an affecting look into how much John matters to Sherlock. Take a moment to let the title sink in after you're done reading.

"Song of a Good Man" is set in an S1/post-S1 space and alludes to the first three episodes, but you need not fear any tedious recaps.

Excerpt: Odd, to walk through the streets of London and not catch the pale blue flashes of walls going up and down as soldiers and enemies move; odd to see people walking quickly without adding an extra jolt to their speed with magic-driven boosters or jumping into fusion magic/gasoline vehicles. Odd to look at a hastily-constructed force wall surrounding a classroom in a deserted college and know, deep in one's bones, that it's not good enough to stop a bullet.

Read on the AO3.


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