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Yuletide Fic
Jan. 2nd, 2021 01:08 pmGreetings all; it's been a very long time since I've posted here in earnest, but I have some hopes that that will change in the new year, so I'm attempting to start out right. I wrote two fics for Yuletide this year, after two years of just posting treats:
of grace
(Lord John series, Jamie Fraser & Lord John, 1388 words)
He did not know exactly the reason behind it, but he hoped with a strength he could not have guessed at that John Grey would not die here in this field, all that blood on him.
This was my assignment; I was excited to offer Lord John and then as soon as I got the assignment I panicked a bit. I had written fic before, but never any that had seen the light of day! I hadn't read the books in nearly three years! My recipient had requested Jamie and Lord John but didn't have a letter or any optional details, so I had a somewhat terrifying amount of free reign. I remember my strongest Jamie &/ Lord John feelings happening toward the end of The Scottish Prisoner, when Jamie carries him away after the duel, but I thought maybe a different idea would strike me during the reread. (It was also a wonderful excuse to complete the reread I'd begun lat spring and gotten only one book into before being entirely derailed.)
Of course, I ended up writing exactly what I thought I would at the beginning. It's still a wonderful scene, and as we get so much in the series about Grey's feelings for Jamie, I wanted to turn the tables a bit. It's short, but came relatively easily, and I wrote it mostly over the course of a week. I'm a bit worried it has more of my Generic Narrator Voice than is strictly warranted for Jamie, but overall I'm quite happy with it, and pleased as well that my initial panic about getting it written was unwarranted.
Bring me my Bow of burning gold
(Society of Gentlemen, Silas, 8224 words)
It was the nicest place he’d ever lived in his life, and all he’d had to do to get it was sell out his principles for a guinea a week, for a man who’d probably never want to see him again.
I planned from the beginning to write a Society of Gentlemen treat if that wasn't my assigned fandom, but this was...rough, to say the least. There were a number of interesting prompts, and I toyed around with several of them before various things put me off. (My sudden inability to write Dominic/Silas in any sort of believable way! My complete misremembering of someone's prompt! Though some day fic about Silas mending things will hopefully see the light of day, as 'historical men sewing' is a narrative kink of mine I've never put to good use.) I ended up drawing inspiration from various bits and bobs I'd written as early as a year ago, and especially over last summer, about Silas when he first joins Richard's household; it's a period of canon that really interests me, and it was also a useful vehicle to talk about some Silas backstory stuff that I'd been noodling around with. Despite all of that, it very nearly didn't get finished, and I'm slightly afraid to read it over again, as I know there are things I'll want to edit.
Ultimately, to me it's a fic about feeling anger and grief and helplessness, and about trying to embrace opportunities to do good even in the teeth those feelings, and how small and inconsequential the opportunities might seem. Gosh; I have no idea why I might've written this at the end of 2020.
of grace
(Lord John series, Jamie Fraser & Lord John, 1388 words)
He did not know exactly the reason behind it, but he hoped with a strength he could not have guessed at that John Grey would not die here in this field, all that blood on him.
This was my assignment; I was excited to offer Lord John and then as soon as I got the assignment I panicked a bit. I had written fic before, but never any that had seen the light of day! I hadn't read the books in nearly three years! My recipient had requested Jamie and Lord John but didn't have a letter or any optional details, so I had a somewhat terrifying amount of free reign. I remember my strongest Jamie &/ Lord John feelings happening toward the end of The Scottish Prisoner, when Jamie carries him away after the duel, but I thought maybe a different idea would strike me during the reread. (It was also a wonderful excuse to complete the reread I'd begun lat spring and gotten only one book into before being entirely derailed.)
Of course, I ended up writing exactly what I thought I would at the beginning. It's still a wonderful scene, and as we get so much in the series about Grey's feelings for Jamie, I wanted to turn the tables a bit. It's short, but came relatively easily, and I wrote it mostly over the course of a week. I'm a bit worried it has more of my Generic Narrator Voice than is strictly warranted for Jamie, but overall I'm quite happy with it, and pleased as well that my initial panic about getting it written was unwarranted.
Bring me my Bow of burning gold
(Society of Gentlemen, Silas, 8224 words)
It was the nicest place he’d ever lived in his life, and all he’d had to do to get it was sell out his principles for a guinea a week, for a man who’d probably never want to see him again.
I planned from the beginning to write a Society of Gentlemen treat if that wasn't my assigned fandom, but this was...rough, to say the least. There were a number of interesting prompts, and I toyed around with several of them before various things put me off. (My sudden inability to write Dominic/Silas in any sort of believable way! My complete misremembering of someone's prompt! Though some day fic about Silas mending things will hopefully see the light of day, as 'historical men sewing' is a narrative kink of mine I've never put to good use.) I ended up drawing inspiration from various bits and bobs I'd written as early as a year ago, and especially over last summer, about Silas when he first joins Richard's household; it's a period of canon that really interests me, and it was also a useful vehicle to talk about some Silas backstory stuff that I'd been noodling around with. Despite all of that, it very nearly didn't get finished, and I'm slightly afraid to read it over again, as I know there are things I'll want to edit.
Ultimately, to me it's a fic about feeling anger and grief and helplessness, and about trying to embrace opportunities to do good even in the teeth those feelings, and how small and inconsequential the opportunities might seem. Gosh; I have no idea why I might've written this at the end of 2020.
