Posts tagged ficbits
Posts tagged ficbits
Considering part of an old fic I found whilst digging through my HD, I think they may be right.
Short one-shot I did for Norsekink. Loki/Ilyria.
(Specific references to the Angel eps “Underneath” and “Time Bomb”)
Payback for all the ideas you plant in my mind?
She gets home and Tony’s sitting there, in the shattered remains of the upper level, wind blowing around him, drink in hand, staring at nothing as it all crashes down on him. Everything. The void, the battle, the deaths. And when she tries to talk to him he just cuts her off.
And he takes another sip, staring out the shattered windows, highball glass rasping against the unshaven stubble on his cheek
Fandom: Sherlock holmes in the 22nd century
Because random jumbly meanderings reminded me of it.
I’m still stupidly proud of this one. It’s got a serious amount of historical fanon injokes in there, a whopping great canon injoke, it’s half written in SQL and half written in debian and it has ONE HELL of a fridge logic moment. If you get all the points, it’s awesome. If you don’t, take my word for it. It’s awesome. I’m awesome. (there’s also an explanation here)
Prompt was: “Have we had any Dark!Robo!Watson from Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century yet?”
(linking because there’s some fancy html in there)
yusss on mah LJ. And some up on teaspoon, but LJ’s got the full list. http://taleya.livejournal.com/tag/dw%20fanfic umm,..IIRC pretty much everything except the kmeme stuff (11) and Morning Constitutional and Forsaken (both 10) is fivey-era. Oh and Hidden Cost, which is 10 & Martha…dealing with um…yeah, fivey companion TIME WAR CASUALTIES.
That one got me some death threats. I’m so proud.
Also: for recs you need to let me know what you’re after. A certain Dirty Birdy I know has written a fuckin’ cracking 5th/Turlough masterpiece, but there’s also a ton of great stuff on Teaspoon.
*starts gathering faves*
WHAT ARE YOU AFTER, WOMAN?
ahahhah it was something that leapt up and bit me on the arse on the way home from work, so of course I promptly flung at clarice across a couple msgs.
Had her rabidly foaming and all. *blows smoke ring*
“Thor,” Loki’s voice was wrung from him, choked and distorted. “Thor, you never came. They took me apart and //you never came.”//
scarred and twisted fingers knotting with febrile strength in Thor’s shirt-sleeves.
And it is a fever, Thor realises in horror; the harsh-stained flush he had mistaken borne of tears and of rage is instead the growing blaze of a body beginning to fail.
<next message, and she was screaming “THOR YOU IDIOT GET A HEALER RUN RUN” which prompted:>
TOO BAD HE CAN ONLY KNEEL THERE, TRANSFIXED IN HORROR AS LEAN FINGERS SEIZE AND CLENCH TO THE BONES OF HIS FOREARMS AND BEGIN TO SHAKE, AS LOKI’S EYES SUDDENLY ROLL BACKWARDS INTO TINTED GREEN SLIVERS -
(and that’s the point she started screeching and throwing things at me. I’m quite sure she’d like to kill whoever invented the smartphone)
THE SOUND I JUST MADE WAS NOTHING LIKE HUMAN
IT WAS KIND OF LIKE GIGER ALIEN CROSSED WITH A VELOCIRAPTOR
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME
YOU FUCKING STARTED IT. MAKING THAT GODDAMN COMMENT ABOUT THE FUCKING EELS
Also: oh my god wading through the strata of my inbox is like a fuckin’ fairy dance through the sixth circle of hell.
Bwahhaha I just found that H/C I was tormenting you with. MWahhahahah
WHAT RAEPBABY FEELS DOTH THOU SPEAK OF
hell i’m not actually writing anything right now i kind of killed my brain with the giger because maaaaaaaaaaaaaan i can’t work out the atmosphere of all that I AM FAILING YOU GIGER GROSS SOBBING
Have you actually sat down and re-read what we wrote at each other?
The days drift on, timeless and without cease. Loki will eat, if coaxed. Rise to be seated. Swallow the healers draughts with the dull motions of an automaton. But the once-bright fire of his eyes is dim and blank behind those staring eyes , lost somewhere deep within himself and Thor cannot help but wonder how far into that soulless void he had fallen even before he had loosed Guignir’s grasp.
Sometimes Thor stares into those depths, crouched small beside the bed while Frigga sleeps on a thin healer’s pallet, her face tight and drawn deep with likes like mummer’s ash. He twines his fingers with those of his brother, pale against gold, and clasps their palms together as they once did as children. Sometimes he thinks he sees a flicker, a flash of something once so dear. Sometimes he sees nothing but his own foolish hopes and desires.
//What have they done to you, brother mine? Where have you gone?//
Sometimes when he asks these questions Loki shivers and Thor hastens to fetch another fur, to stoke the fire, glad of a task, an action to take, and on his return he finds Loki’s fingers clenched so tight against each other that he can no longer slip his own between them, resorting instead to endless stroking over forearms lean and brittle with long disuse until the shaking has passed. And for a moment, just a moment, he thinks he sees something terrible, the forked flesh of some great predator’s tail, and his gut clenches at the passing of some unknown, unnamed True Fear.
It is on the dawning of the third week that it seems the final death-blow is to be struck.
Loki is with child.
(Also: my copy cuts off with the whole “freakout flashback and trying to hate Thor” - I need you to send me back what I wrote after “It is on one such a walk that the careless tread of foot upon gravel skitters down his spine and locks him in ice. “)
GOOD TIMES !! one of the finest !! evil sexy cube of DOOM
THAT’S “ABSOLUTE RUBBISH STICKERY-COLOURED SEX TRAP…THING” TO YOU
see, this is what happens when Clarice and I write together.
seriously I only know who wrote what because I remember writing the parts I wrote.
As it were.