she says I like long walks and sci-fi movies

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

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.

It's a special week here at the house of Moog, you guys. What's so special, you might ask, and I can tell you: IT IS THE HOLMES BIG BANG POSTING WEEK, OH ~YEAH~

To prepare the proper Holmes-loving mood, as if anyone ever needs any help with that, lo! here are some daily fic recs until my posting date later this week*.

Day One:
A Terribly Poor Understanding of Love
candle_beck

Four days after his marriage, John Watson came to call on his old friend Sherlock Holmes.

They had tea. They discussed the weather, the density of the yellow pea soup fog drowning the city. The conversation lagged at several moments, and between them long silences grew like jungle vines, wrapping around their ankles, binding their wrists to the chairs. Holmes moved in small precise ways, his fingers light on his cup and saucer, betraying nothing. Watson didn't quite meet his eyes.

It was a formality--this useless drinking of tea. Watson was still quite angry with him. He spoke through thin lips, teeth showing with bare-bones savagery. Watson did not wish to be here. His wife had sent him.

Watson invited Holmes to dinner sometime over the weekend, and Holmes declined with a modicum of grace, claiming that he had a case. That was a lie, and one of which they were both frightfully aware. Watson pulled his hat brim through his fingers and said, "Well," and Holmes looked out the window, smoking his pipe.

Watson left. They didn't see each other for another three weeks.

candle_beck writes some of the best fic out there and so it basically goes without saying that this is freaking amazing, but I rec this one first because it contains what is one of my favourite lines in anything I've read, fic or otherwise. This is about Holmes and Watson after Watson's marriage, and how they handle it. I can't rec this enough.



*This plan has the fairly large flaw of showing you all this amazing fic only to then present my own less sterling offering, but w/e, fic all around!