caught in the middle of the crossfire, lost my balance on a high wire

TECHNICALLY it is my big bang posting date, but it is only just not yesterday, and so here is ONE LAST REC before I go to bed. In the morning: BIG BANGGG.

Day Three:

These Things Were Promises
by paperclipbitch
Watson doesn't know what he wants from Holmes. Holmes won't tell him.
This fic is what saved me from floundering over speech-patterns endlessly as the word count on the fic stayed stubbornly low. Holmes and Watson are so very Holmes and Watson, and there are several pieces of work done shoddily and more than a few hours sleep missed because another chapter of this (it's now finished) was posted. I HEART THIS FIC, okay. There's a brutal cliffhanger in one of the later chapters as well, okay, so consider that forewarning that I didn't have, and nor did I have the next chapter to read straight after, and when I sent this link to my friend to read, I genuinely got a phone call when she got up to that part that went a little something like this:

ME: Hel-
FRIEND: ZOMGWTFAKJSDHSGFHJSGFHJAWaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh
ME: -lo.

What I am saying is: read this fic.

tourists in the waking world (1/3)

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Fic: tourists in the waking world; pg-13 (Holmes Big Bang masterpost)

Title: tourists in the waking world
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Holmes/Watson, Harry/Draco
Word count: ~23,500
Disclaimer: Okay, right, this is a long one. None of the characters belong to me (Harry and Draco et al belong to JK Rowling, whom I am not; Holmes and Watson and Mrs Hudson belong to Arthur Conan Doyle, or whoever it is that actually holds the right to them these days but who is definitely not me either) and in fact part of the plot isn't mine either, for which you can thank Cormac McCarthy, for writing The Road. Those two quotations are from Shakespeare and Socrates respectively, because I'm not as clever as Holmes. The title is from Blinding, by Florence and the Machine, which I listened to on repeat whilst writing this and which iTunes informs me I have now listened to 194 times. I'm not making any money from this, and basically none of it is even my idea, so well done me!



Oh my god, what can I even say about this fic? It has been a labour of love from beginning to end, even in the ridiculously early hours of various mornings when neither Holmes nor Watson would cooperate. It's been through many different incarnations, and still I worry that the plot runs too exposition heavy or Holmes is not Holmes enough but, you know, I'm pretty much bound to worry about these things. It was written firmly with the RDJ and Jude Law movieverse characters in mind. All my heartfelt thanks and love goes to my wonderful beta onidoko, without whom I could not have coped. I think I owe her my first-born or something. Any remaining mistakes are my own. Also, thanks to Carebear, who has no LJ but to whom I owe a lot, for telling me to stop handwaving and start writing better. And! Huge thanks to tortugax, who created an amazing fanmix for this fic with cover art that made me tear up and a final song that made me cry.

( fic spoilers herein )

Holmes was my first fandom, when I was, like, 6 or 7 and didn't even know how to use the internet. I wrote a fic in which Holmes and Watson solved a blindingly simple case in the countryside that plagarised the shit out of The Three Garridebs, and culminated in Watson crying in his bedroom after Holmes ~insulted his honour~ by calling him a crybaby. It was written as a play, and masterfully performed by my mother, my cousin and I for my step-dad on his birthday. My mother was Watson, I was Holmes, and my cousin did the sound-effects while hidden in a cupboard. Some years later, RDJ played Holmes and I went mental, and here is this 23,000 word ridiculous fic that is not much more advanced than "Don't be a crybaby, Watson," and Holmes and Watson still own most of my heart.



tourists in the waking world
The world ends. Holmes and Watson walk to London. (A Sherlock Holmes/The Road/Harry Potter crossover extravaganza for holmes_big_bang)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Fanmix