Feb. 10th, 2015 01:50 am
sirona_fics: (plot? what plot?)
Here it is, the dreaded Masterlist! Sorted by fandom, pairing and date (latest first). All these fics can also be found on AO3. A side note on transforming my work -- the short statement here is that I WOULD BE BEYOND HONOURED. I am an enormous fan of podfics, and I can only dream that someone would find my things worthy of recording. Likewise art -- seriously, if anyone wants to do anything for them, I would mostly be floored that anyone thinks them worthy of prettying up. So there is that.

Avengers 'Verse )

Harry Potter )

Hawaii Five-0 )

Inception )

Metanoia )

Naruto )

Sherlock )

Teen Wolf )

X-Men: First Class )
sirona_fics: (bucky gives me all the feels)

sirona_fics: (Default)
So apparently, even a week later, I still have ALLL THE TRF FEELS EVER. I've pored over all the post-TRF fics I could find, have gorged myself on John's mysery and despair. However, I haven't been able to find a Mystrade fic that deals with the aftermath. And when, last night, I sat down to write a wee little thing about it, for the reason outlined below, I found I had all the words, and, er. This happened. It's actually not what I set out to write at all, but it turns out it's what wanted to get written, so.

Title: The Space Between
Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade, hints of Sherlock/John
Rating: R
Word count: ~3,000
Warning: Spoilers for TRF, perceived character death, hurt/comfort, angst, hints of alcohol abuse.
Summary: In which Lestrade deals with the aftermath of the events showcased in TRF, vis-a-vis the other Holmes brother.
Notes: For the very wonderful [ profile] stardust_made, whose birthday was last week. I've only just found out, and wanted to write a little something to celebrate the start of her next trip around the sun.

What's the point of giving anyone a key if you're going to make it impossible for him to use it a bloody week later? )
sirona_fics: (never leave me)

My entry for this year's [ profile] sherlockmas.

Title: Not what is said, but what is whispered
Characters/Pairing: John/Sherlock, Mycroft/Lestrade, The Yard
Category: Slash
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Word Count: ~2,100
Warnings: angst, meta, humour, epistolary-style fic
Summary: It takes The Yard's unparalleled policing talents to alert John Watson to the fact that his blog is in fact much more popular than he imagines. There are... stories online. About him. And Sherlock. Together. Naturally, John turns to Sherlock for a bit of a rant, expecting him to understand. It backfires spectacularly when it turns out that Sherlock hasn't been entirely honest with him...
Author's Notes: Many, many thanks to the wonderful [ profile] stardust_made, for the most insightful suggestions that have vastly improved the piece. <3 Title adapred from a quote by Logan Pearsall Smith. Originally posted here.

Have you lot seen this? )
sirona_fics: (sherlock functioning without this fic)
Seriously. I know I mentioned this a few days ago, but I have just spent an hour reading this fic and laughing hysterically, so much so that I had to muffle myself with my knuckles, which I had to chew on. And granted, it is almost 4am (what the hell even), but this fic, I swear to god.


Sherlock Holmes' Diary by [ profile] errantcomment. Continued in February, which was the two-parter that I was reading just now. If you fancy a bit of a giggle, this is the story for you. I love pretty much EVERYTHING about this, but the supporting cast is particularly spectacular. Also, it contains John Watson and tiny rugby shorts. OH MY.

...Oh god, I can't stop giggling just thinking about it. :D :D
sirona_fics: (win on your face)
Watching ASiP for like the 12th time, and I'm remembering what it was like, seeing it for the first time over a year ago now, how it completely blindsided me with its sheer awesomeness, and Benedict and Martin being badass mofos, and so fucking fit and clever and nnnngh CHEMISTRY. I remember begging the two of them to leave off so I could finish this Inception story I was writing at the time and give them all due attention. And i remember falling in love with them completely, instantly, I remember making my whole family watch the episodes (mum and dad loved them, my sister prefers the RDJ and Jude Law version, which okay, is also fantastic). God, these guys. Lestrade. Anthea. Mycroft. I don't fucking understand how it can be so awesome, still, after so many re-watches. I suppose it helps that there's not really any sub about the text, but still. I want to write ALL THE STORIES, again. Okay, so the subtitles are shite, but I can still listen to it properly, and that helps a lot. (BC's voice, Jesus.) GAH, I HAVE ALL THE IDEAS AGAIN. GODDAMN YOU, SHOW.

In other news, the biscuits I baked earlier -- kind of got a litle burned. D: Oh well, I can have them crumbled with some yoghurt and bananas for breakfast if worse comes to worst. Tired now. Gonna go to bed as soon as the ep is over. Tomorrow I'll be babysitting and knuckling down to write my mini essay for the U of E application. I'm gonna write it on subcultures, I've decided -- probably on fandom, too. I AM EXCITE. \0/ And I'll probably do some writing, too, bearing in mind 2.03 will be ready for download tomorrow! :D :D
sirona_fics: (sherlock looking at john)
Title: You put your arms around me and I'm home
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~2,000
Summary: Three days after Manchester, all Sherlock's doing is throwing these looks John's way. John's had enough. For prompts #23 and #24 (sans the cat) (be aware -- extremely NWS -- but oh-so-delicious!).
Warnings: none that the rating wouldn't imply.
Notes: For all those who asked, this is the sequel to Rolling in the deep. Title from Christina Perry's Arms. Written for [ profile] hpfemme_love Speed Pr0nz challenge.

It's been three days, three damn days without a word about what happened in Manchester that night, three days of Sherlock sending him glances he thinks are subtle but in reality only serve to drive John up the sodding wall. )
sirona_fics: (sherlock looking at john)
Title: Rolling in the deep
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: R
Length: ~2,800
Summary: Sherlock decides it's really the best idea ever to trail a suspect to Manchester's Canal Street and straight into a bar. And of course, once there, covers must be upheld. For prompt #8: Innuendo cocktail names.
Warnings: Thwarted assault. Sherlock being a sexy mofo and a shameless tease. UST like whoa. John Pining. John being his awesome self. Hurt/comfort. Sherlock to the rescue. Fluff.
Notes: I... have no idea what happened here. This was going to be a very short, very silly 'Sherlock being a horrible tease and drinking cocktails in a rather filthy manner and John trying not to combust' thing, and it turned into this. I blame Paradox, a fantastic series set in Manchester that I marathoned last night. Canal Street, I miss you! And of course, trouble follows those two everywhere, we all know that. I'm sorry this isn't HP-themed! I've just been feeling those two recently! Femme, you are wonderful and fantastic and I love you! <3 Title from Adelle's song of the same name. Written for [ profile] hpfemme_love Speed Pr0nz.

'Hello,' Sherlock says cheerfully (for him), sliding onto the adjacent bar stool and perching those legs of his onto the prop running along the bottom half of the bar. 'I'd like a Blow Job, please.' )
sirona_fics: (steve/danny fondness)
I got blindsided by this thing today, like I haven't been for a few weeks at least. I don't even know what it is, but it wouldn't leave me alone, so.

Title: The long wait
Fandom(s): Sherlock, Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Sherlock/John, Harry/Clara, Danny/Rachel, implied past (and future) Steve/Danny
Word count: ~2,000
Rating: PG
Warnings: Crossover, angst, pining, Sherlock's POV, hopeful ending (if I say so myself)
Disclaimer: Sherlock and Hawaii Five-0 belong to their creators.
Summary Sherlock gets dragged by John to Harry and Clara's ultrasound appointment. Expecting to be bored out of his mind, he falls to his usual hobby of detection. His attention is captured by a reconciled couple who are expecting their second child, but it's not hard to work out that things between them are not going all that swimmingly.
Notes: It hit me today that Sherlock is only half an inch shorter than Steve, and I wondered what Danny might make of it if he happened to see it while he was on holiday to London with a pregnant Rachel. And then Sherlock kind of took over.

The long wait )
sirona_fics: (never leave me)
Tonight I heard some wonderful news. It was that a Bulgarian gardener (rather thin on the ground, all things considered) has won the right to exhibit at the Hampton Court Palace Flower Show. Which is brilliant, and I'm so happy, and well done that man. That's not the strange part. The strange part was as follows. Upon hearing said wonderful news, I spontaneously burst into tears.

I've been thinking about England, and Oxford, rather a lot today, what with [ profile] irisbleufic's wonderful news, and -- well, apparently I'm not as okay with leaving my life there behind as I thought I was. I was a little overwhelmed by the rather violent reaction, and even tidying up the washing couldn't get me out of my funk. (For those not in the know, I am a stress tidier/cleaner/ironer/baker).

So you know what had to happen, right? The only thing to cheer me up a bit? Filthy, filthy porn. It was the only way.

Besides, I was quite sick of tinkering with this on Google Docs; I've been working on it for months already. Strangely, it's the first story that I've written this way -- in segments here and there. Usually it has to flow naturally, A then B then C in order, but here it was all over the place, and then I was piecing parts together. I reckon that's why it's taken me so damn long to get it done, and edited, and to a stage that I actually like what I've written.

You guys, this is quite, quite shameless. It's been ages since I've written so. Much. Smut. In one story. I'm almost a little embarrassed to post it -- but it's utter self-indulgence, and kink indulgence, and I just have to get it out there already. DON'T JUDGE ME. At least, not too harshly! :D

Title: Leave a Trail
Word count: ~5,300
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rimming, object penetration, really explicit sex, a serious tattoo kink, mild angst, possessive!Sherlock and happy-with-it!John
Disclaimer: Sherlock and John in this incarnation belong to The Moff, Gatiss and the BBC, as well as to ACD.
Summary: John has a present for Sherlock; Sherlock definitely approves.
Notes: This started life as a small Boxing Day PWP aiming to showcase my rather huge tattoo kink -- but as most of you may know, I just CAN'T write PWPs, so a fair amount of plot snuck its way in. There are so many fab pieces out there on the subject of tattoos, and what they mean, and their psychological impact; I first started thinking about it after reading [ profile] thinkpink20's version (where it's Sherlock who gets the tattoo), and then [ profile] wordstrings' latest story came out, and I just had to sit down and start writing. There's a lot of personal stuff in this story, in that it closely reflects my views on the whole tattooing lark. Anyway, onto the fic! Title comes from the following quote: Do not go where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail, by Ralph Waldo Emerson, because I rather think it says a lot about Sherlock and John and what they mean to each other. For [ profile] tattoo_kink, who requested just such a story the other day for Make Me A Monday and gave me the much-needed kick up the arse to finally get this finished.

Leave a Trail )
sirona_fics: (never leave me)
Title: A Strange Fear
Word count: ~2,400
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, fluff at the end, explicit make-up sex. I really hope I've got the angst/fluff ratio right!
Disclaimer: Sherlock and John in this incarnation belong to The Moff, Gatiss and the BBC, as well as to ACD.
Summary: Sherlock speaks without thinking, and it really hits home for John.
Notes: This sort of just happened. I wasn't planning for it; In fact, I was writing a completely different story when it snuck its way into my head, but I just read the first line somewhere and it demanded to get written. Since it was completely unplanned, and inspiration struck today, which happens to be [ profile] irisbleufic's birthday, it's dedicated to her and her beautiful, marvellous writing. Title from "There is a Light" by The Smiths.

A Strange Fear )
sirona_fics: (cumbersexual)
So. I'm feeling A LOT BETTER. I've been doing some writing, too! I knocked out an Arthur/Eames story in about six hours, AND IT'S LESS THAN 4,000 WORDS, THANK FUCK, I CAN WRITE SHORT STUFF AGAIN. /dead. It needs a wee bit of polishing, so it's going to get posted tomorrow.

Next stop -- I'm hesitating between sorting out my Christmas A/E exchange early and getting stuck into the Ultimate Survivor AU that I've been obsessing over for a week now. I have a feeling the latter will win. Of course, what I should be doing is studyng for that pesky exam I have next week, but -- "Oh, DULL."

Meanwhile, have some Sherlock/John Kiss-Or-Die, written for [ profile] moony's awesome Kissing Meme and partially inspired by this amazing piece of art.

A Kissing Game )
sirona_fics: (you can't giggle it's a crime scene!)
Dear John and Sherlock,

Kindly stop being so ridiculously enticing, fascinating, and compelling, so I can stop re-watching your adventures as detailed by the BBC, stop devouring [ profile] irisbleufic and [ profile] moony's fabulous fics, and finish my damned Big Bang in time!! For fuck's sake, this is getting ridiculous.


PS: Sherlock, darling, I never took you for being delusional. You are clearly not a sociopath, be it high-functioning or any other kind, and I have ample evidence to support this.

In other news, happy birthday [ profile] enigel! Hope you have a good one!
sirona_fics: (take the plunge)
And by 'it', I mean 'me'. Cut for a massively long post. )

Also, have a little ficlet (that I wrote for the fluff meme I pimped earlier).

jealous!Arthur )
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