2014 in review
Jan. 5th, 2015 01:27 amLast-year’s fic roundup. For reference, previous round-ups can be found here.
Sky High
come and save my life.
It’s the sort of thing a guy might get goofy over, if he were the type to get goofy, which Warren is so not.
Layla Williams/Warren Peace. 732 words. (July 30, 2014)
A Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire series
the moon licks the salt of your hand.
“You’re terrible,” she says. Jon is about to retort that she’s the one who started it when she briefly presses her lips to his bare shoulder. It’s the first time either of them has done anything near kissing the other, and Jon feels like he’s just stepped off a height, like he’s plummeting to the earth with his insides still far above him, unable to catch up.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 11,017 words in 2014. (started December 10, 2013, finished April 22, 2014)
Little Boy Sweet, part of The Pointer Project
This is the moment she remembers with a delicious shiver when she is alone, this moment when she sits back in her chair and parts her knees to him, her skirts tucked around her hips and waist and his hands curled tentatively about her calves as he kneels before her and looks on her with saucer-round eyes and an expression of awestruck wonder. This is what sends lightning zipping up her spine, not his youth itself but the illicit thrill it brings, the unbridled ardency that accompanies it. He is so grateful and so very eager.
Jon Snow/Catelyn Stark. 1,185 words. (January 30, 2014)
Queen and Crisis, part of The Threesome in the North.
Val couldn’t form words if she tried. All she’s capable of is sound, pure feeling forming itself on her lips and hanging in the air over them. Part of her could almost be embarrassed; she’s not usually so vocal. But there’s no one here in this meadow to hear her, no one to intrude on this hot, heavy, sacred thing between them.
Jon Snow/Val. 2,081 words. (February 18, 2014)
This Is How Our Dreams Arrive with
jal80.
A marriage bed is not the same as a Wildling woman’s furs, Jon had known that. But still, he’d hoped.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 2,037 words of mine. (February 23, 2014)
Fire, part of The Pointer Project
Thank the gods that Val has no such qualms about honor or vows or anything of the sort; each time she touches him in the night, his defenses weak and muddled by sleep, his desire overwhelming, he knows that his honor is merely a pretense that her lack thereof allows him to maintain, and he is more than grateful for it.
Jon Snow/Val. 2,147 words. (February 25, 2014)
your body is my orchard. Perhaps it’s the babe that has her so restless and coiled up like a spring. One of her ladies had obliquely mentioned such a thing some weeks ago, raising one suggestive brow as she spoke of “increased, er…appetites.” Sansa had been retching morning and afternoon at that point, and couldn’t imagine having the energy for anything vigorous in her bedchamber, let alone the stomach for it. Now it’s all she can imagine.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 2,622 words. (April 28, 2014)
a word for the almost-home.
Neither of them has much choice in the matter, something she knows as well as he, if not better. But still, he wants her to choose this. To choose him. It a surprise how intensely it matters to him in this moment.
Robb Stark/Roslin Frey. 3,732 words. (June 23, 2014)
your Bordeaux dress uncorked, an outtake for
lit_chick08’s divine I Stand At Your Gate (And The Song That I Sing Is Of Moonlight).
It's a heady sort of freedom, to be able to kiss him as she wishes, when she wishes. Their weekend away has only just begun and already she knows it will be over too soon for her liking.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 4,706 words. (July 13, 2014)
the longest way round is the shortest way home.
“It’s only that I overheard some of my ladies gossiping today, and they said… They said their husbands talked to them while they- ” She breaks off and makes a small, embarrassed sound, then visibly composes herself. “I shouldn’t have listened, but it made me wonder, and I thought of you, and…well. I wanted to know.”
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 2,864 words. (July 30, 2014)
Queen Margaery, Approximately, part of The Long Way To You written with
jal80.
They’ve been wed only a few short months. Not all so long, but long enough to realize just how much there is still to learn about one another. Margaery may know that her King tends to scowl during official functions and that he’s been allergic to strawberries since he was a child, but her husband is still something of a mystery, one that must be teased out in the back seats of town cars and around countless dining tables.
Jon Snow/Margaery Tyrell. 1,415 words. (originally posted on Tumblr September 2, 2014)
You’re So Cold You’re Boiling Over, part of The Long Way To You written with
jal80.
He’d never thought himself a possessive man, but that was before he watched his wife talk and laugh and dance with Renly Baratheon with the intimacy of old lovers. It’s not fair to her, he knows. Theirs is a marriage of mutual utility and convenience more than one of love. But still, it had stung to see Margaery flirting with another man, no matter that he knows flirting comes as naturally to her as breathing.
Jon Snow/Margaery Tyrell. 1,670 words. (originally posted on Tumblr September 4, 2014)
I Remember You Before You Became A Story, part of The Long Way To You – Bits and Bobs written with
jal80 and
lit_chick08.
It was her last year at school when every girl in her hall, including her younger cousins, seemed to become obsessed with the Crown Prince.
Jon Snow/Margaery Tyrell. 1,040 words. (September 9, 2014)
this past was waiting for me.
Jon remembers this part. The squalling, the fussing, the tiny wriggling creature that, despite being red-faced and squashed up like kneaded bread dough, somehow manages to be beautiful. He was never present for the births of his younger siblings – his cousins, really, though no matter what his relation to Sansa had become, Arya and Bran and Rickon would never be anything but brother and sister to him – so he’d had only a small idea of the reality of the birthing bed and all its attendant blood and labor and pain, and less idea still of how much more keenly that pain could strike his heart when it was someone he loved straining to bring life into the world. But this. The round, unfocused eyes that seem to be all pupil and iris with no white, the whorl of black hair already drying into a silken fluff, the tiny pink fingers that wrap around his thumb with a surprisingly strong grip… This he remembers.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,061 words. (originally posted on Tumblr September 9, 2014)
we must unlearn the constellations (to see the stars).
It’s the fault of those letters. Those filthy, terrible, wonderful letters Jon sent during his stay in King’s Landing. Those letters are why Sansa will never be able to look her chambermaid in the eye again.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 909 words. (October 23, 2014)
Kind of. Sometimes. Maybe., part of The Long Way To You written with
jal80.
Champagne has always had a knack for putting her in the mood. The first time she’d kissed Jon, it had been with a glass of champagne in her hand, her third if she recalls correctly. The connection has not gone unnoticed, it would seem.
Jon Snow/Margaery Tyrell. 1,502 words. (November 26, 2014)
Meet Your New Road, written with
jal80 and
lit_chick08.
It should have been just another role, no different than any of the dozens they’d played opposite each other, the two of them. Jon Snow and Sansa Stark, darlings of society, lights of the stage, personal favorites of Her Majesty Queen Victorian. Jon had played Laertes to her Ophelia, Sebastian to her Viola, Orestes to her Electra. This should have been but one more role. Perhaps it might have been, but for how she keeps kissing him.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,468 words of mine. (December 4, 2014)
the only empire I will ever build.
“I may not have been a Lannister for long,” she says, her deft fingers already unlacing the placket of his breeches and slipping inside to steal his breath, “but I have nonetheless learned to always pay my debts.”
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 2,528 words. (December 14, 2014)
A Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire series ficlets and drabbles
any other name.
Alayne Stone. 393 words. (June 2, 2014)
us against consensus.
Sansa Stark/Mya Stone. 592 words. (July 13, 2014)
a secret about a secret.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 742 words. (July 30, 2014)
once upon a time:
a wolf in a sheepskin coat.
Lysa Tully. 551 words. (January 8, 2014)
weary is the head.
Viserys Targaryen. 332 words. (January 19, 2014)
tiger mother.
Sybell Spicer. 398 words. (January 28, 2014)
the dead heart.
Ygritte. 400 words. (January 28, 2014)
whitersoever they blow.
Garlan Tyrell. 740 words. (January 29, 2014)
this is how the future holds me. (tw: canonical rape, abuse)
Pia. 261 words. (February 27, 2014)
this year I devour.
Sarella Sand/Alleras. 371 words. (February 28, 2014)
forgiveness is not a tidy grave.
Alayaya. 307 words. (March 9, 2014)
the clouds rub against the sky.
Robert "Sweetrobin"; Arryn. 295 words. (April 28, 2014)
the morning of the world.
Barristan Selmy. 250 words. (June 10, 2014)
A Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire Ridiculous Tumblr fics
Ridiculous Yukon AU (started by
jal80 here)
wintertown.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,592 words. (January 3, 2014)
you will hold me like I’m hope.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,880 words. (October 10, 2014)
Ridiculous Gladiator AU (previous parts by
jal80 found here, here, and here and by me here)
bejeweled.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,410 words (January 19, 2014)
as the world falls down.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,780 words. (October 3, 2014)
Ridiculous Tennis AU (started by
jal80 here)
fifteen-love.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 407 words. (July 13, 2014)
Ridiculous Circus AU
a woman in pink circus tights contains all the secrets of the universe.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 2,036 words. (September 6, 2014)
Ridiculous Winter Olympics AU
gold medal.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,150 words. (October 29, 2013 – last year and not part of the count, but I never posted a link anywhere so this is for completeness)
Ridiculous Bookshop AU (previous part by
jal80 found here
late night call.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 989 words. (September 10, 2013 – this is for completeness)
signed copies.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 991 words. (September 16, 2013 – this is for completeness)
Total: 38 fics/ficlets, 2 fandoms, and 59,453 words.
My favorite story this year (my own): Probably the moon licks the salt of your hand. It’s always weirdly satisfying to write youthful, nervy sexploration fics.
My best story this year: It’s just a little character sketch of Lysa Tully, but I think a wolf in a sheepskin coat turned out well.
Story most underappreciated by the universe, in my opinion: I hate this stupid question. Why I haven’t taken it out yet, I don’t know. And now I say this every year. This year being no exception.
Most fun story: The Long Way To You. Such fun, such fun!
Sexiest story: you will hold me like I’m hope? I mean, that’s kind of my wheel house, Jon/Sansa cunnilingus fic.
Hardest story to write: As with last year, none of them were really difficult because I’ve taken the most wretchedly self-indulgent approach to fic now. Whee!
Most unintentionally telling story: I don’t think anything was.
Most "OHMIGOD HEY *I* WROTE THAT" fanon-turned-canon-moment: Nothing, really? Jon Snow being super into doing it with ladies?
What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January 2014: This was all pretty predictable, I think?
Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? Well I wrote a shit-ton (for me) of cracktastic AUs and I learned that cracktastic AUs can be really a lot of fun.
Sky High
come and save my life.
It’s the sort of thing a guy might get goofy over, if he were the type to get goofy, which Warren is so not.
Layla Williams/Warren Peace. 732 words. (July 30, 2014)
A Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire series
the moon licks the salt of your hand.
“You’re terrible,” she says. Jon is about to retort that she’s the one who started it when she briefly presses her lips to his bare shoulder. It’s the first time either of them has done anything near kissing the other, and Jon feels like he’s just stepped off a height, like he’s plummeting to the earth with his insides still far above him, unable to catch up.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 11,017 words in 2014. (started December 10, 2013, finished April 22, 2014)
Little Boy Sweet, part of The Pointer Project
This is the moment she remembers with a delicious shiver when she is alone, this moment when she sits back in her chair and parts her knees to him, her skirts tucked around her hips and waist and his hands curled tentatively about her calves as he kneels before her and looks on her with saucer-round eyes and an expression of awestruck wonder. This is what sends lightning zipping up her spine, not his youth itself but the illicit thrill it brings, the unbridled ardency that accompanies it. He is so grateful and so very eager.
Jon Snow/Catelyn Stark. 1,185 words. (January 30, 2014)
Queen and Crisis, part of The Threesome in the North.
Val couldn’t form words if she tried. All she’s capable of is sound, pure feeling forming itself on her lips and hanging in the air over them. Part of her could almost be embarrassed; she’s not usually so vocal. But there’s no one here in this meadow to hear her, no one to intrude on this hot, heavy, sacred thing between them.
Jon Snow/Val. 2,081 words. (February 18, 2014)
This Is How Our Dreams Arrive with
A marriage bed is not the same as a Wildling woman’s furs, Jon had known that. But still, he’d hoped.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 2,037 words of mine. (February 23, 2014)
Fire, part of The Pointer Project
Thank the gods that Val has no such qualms about honor or vows or anything of the sort; each time she touches him in the night, his defenses weak and muddled by sleep, his desire overwhelming, he knows that his honor is merely a pretense that her lack thereof allows him to maintain, and he is more than grateful for it.
Jon Snow/Val. 2,147 words. (February 25, 2014)
your body is my orchard. Perhaps it’s the babe that has her so restless and coiled up like a spring. One of her ladies had obliquely mentioned such a thing some weeks ago, raising one suggestive brow as she spoke of “increased, er…appetites.” Sansa had been retching morning and afternoon at that point, and couldn’t imagine having the energy for anything vigorous in her bedchamber, let alone the stomach for it. Now it’s all she can imagine.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 2,622 words. (April 28, 2014)
a word for the almost-home.
Neither of them has much choice in the matter, something she knows as well as he, if not better. But still, he wants her to choose this. To choose him. It a surprise how intensely it matters to him in this moment.
Robb Stark/Roslin Frey. 3,732 words. (June 23, 2014)
your Bordeaux dress uncorked, an outtake for
It's a heady sort of freedom, to be able to kiss him as she wishes, when she wishes. Their weekend away has only just begun and already she knows it will be over too soon for her liking.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 4,706 words. (July 13, 2014)
the longest way round is the shortest way home.
“It’s only that I overheard some of my ladies gossiping today, and they said… They said their husbands talked to them while they- ” She breaks off and makes a small, embarrassed sound, then visibly composes herself. “I shouldn’t have listened, but it made me wonder, and I thought of you, and…well. I wanted to know.”
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 2,864 words. (July 30, 2014)
Queen Margaery, Approximately, part of The Long Way To You written with
They’ve been wed only a few short months. Not all so long, but long enough to realize just how much there is still to learn about one another. Margaery may know that her King tends to scowl during official functions and that he’s been allergic to strawberries since he was a child, but her husband is still something of a mystery, one that must be teased out in the back seats of town cars and around countless dining tables.
Jon Snow/Margaery Tyrell. 1,415 words. (originally posted on Tumblr September 2, 2014)
You’re So Cold You’re Boiling Over, part of The Long Way To You written with
He’d never thought himself a possessive man, but that was before he watched his wife talk and laugh and dance with Renly Baratheon with the intimacy of old lovers. It’s not fair to her, he knows. Theirs is a marriage of mutual utility and convenience more than one of love. But still, it had stung to see Margaery flirting with another man, no matter that he knows flirting comes as naturally to her as breathing.
Jon Snow/Margaery Tyrell. 1,670 words. (originally posted on Tumblr September 4, 2014)
I Remember You Before You Became A Story, part of The Long Way To You – Bits and Bobs written with
It was her last year at school when every girl in her hall, including her younger cousins, seemed to become obsessed with the Crown Prince.
Jon Snow/Margaery Tyrell. 1,040 words. (September 9, 2014)
this past was waiting for me.
Jon remembers this part. The squalling, the fussing, the tiny wriggling creature that, despite being red-faced and squashed up like kneaded bread dough, somehow manages to be beautiful. He was never present for the births of his younger siblings – his cousins, really, though no matter what his relation to Sansa had become, Arya and Bran and Rickon would never be anything but brother and sister to him – so he’d had only a small idea of the reality of the birthing bed and all its attendant blood and labor and pain, and less idea still of how much more keenly that pain could strike his heart when it was someone he loved straining to bring life into the world. But this. The round, unfocused eyes that seem to be all pupil and iris with no white, the whorl of black hair already drying into a silken fluff, the tiny pink fingers that wrap around his thumb with a surprisingly strong grip… This he remembers.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,061 words. (originally posted on Tumblr September 9, 2014)
we must unlearn the constellations (to see the stars).
It’s the fault of those letters. Those filthy, terrible, wonderful letters Jon sent during his stay in King’s Landing. Those letters are why Sansa will never be able to look her chambermaid in the eye again.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 909 words. (October 23, 2014)
Kind of. Sometimes. Maybe., part of The Long Way To You written with
Champagne has always had a knack for putting her in the mood. The first time she’d kissed Jon, it had been with a glass of champagne in her hand, her third if she recalls correctly. The connection has not gone unnoticed, it would seem.
Jon Snow/Margaery Tyrell. 1,502 words. (November 26, 2014)
Meet Your New Road, written with
It should have been just another role, no different than any of the dozens they’d played opposite each other, the two of them. Jon Snow and Sansa Stark, darlings of society, lights of the stage, personal favorites of Her Majesty Queen Victorian. Jon had played Laertes to her Ophelia, Sebastian to her Viola, Orestes to her Electra. This should have been but one more role. Perhaps it might have been, but for how she keeps kissing him.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,468 words of mine. (December 4, 2014)
the only empire I will ever build.
“I may not have been a Lannister for long,” she says, her deft fingers already unlacing the placket of his breeches and slipping inside to steal his breath, “but I have nonetheless learned to always pay my debts.”
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 2,528 words. (December 14, 2014)
A Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire series ficlets and drabbles
any other name.
Alayne Stone. 393 words. (June 2, 2014)
us against consensus.
Sansa Stark/Mya Stone. 592 words. (July 13, 2014)
a secret about a secret.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 742 words. (July 30, 2014)
once upon a time:
a wolf in a sheepskin coat.
Lysa Tully. 551 words. (January 8, 2014)
weary is the head.
Viserys Targaryen. 332 words. (January 19, 2014)
tiger mother.
Sybell Spicer. 398 words. (January 28, 2014)
the dead heart.
Ygritte. 400 words. (January 28, 2014)
whitersoever they blow.
Garlan Tyrell. 740 words. (January 29, 2014)
this is how the future holds me. (tw: canonical rape, abuse)
Pia. 261 words. (February 27, 2014)
this year I devour.
Sarella Sand/Alleras. 371 words. (February 28, 2014)
forgiveness is not a tidy grave.
Alayaya. 307 words. (March 9, 2014)
the clouds rub against the sky.
Robert "Sweetrobin"; Arryn. 295 words. (April 28, 2014)
the morning of the world.
Barristan Selmy. 250 words. (June 10, 2014)
A Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire Ridiculous Tumblr fics
Ridiculous Yukon AU (started by
wintertown.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,592 words. (January 3, 2014)
you will hold me like I’m hope.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,880 words. (October 10, 2014)
Ridiculous Gladiator AU (previous parts by
bejeweled.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,410 words (January 19, 2014)
as the world falls down.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,780 words. (October 3, 2014)
Ridiculous Tennis AU (started by
fifteen-love.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 407 words. (July 13, 2014)
Ridiculous Circus AU
a woman in pink circus tights contains all the secrets of the universe.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 2,036 words. (September 6, 2014)
Ridiculous Winter Olympics AU
gold medal.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 1,150 words. (October 29, 2013 – last year and not part of the count, but I never posted a link anywhere so this is for completeness)
Ridiculous Bookshop AU (previous part by
late night call.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 989 words. (September 10, 2013 – this is for completeness)
signed copies.
Jon Snow/Sansa Stark. 991 words. (September 16, 2013 – this is for completeness)
Total: 38 fics/ficlets, 2 fandoms, and 59,453 words.
My favorite story this year (my own): Probably the moon licks the salt of your hand. It’s always weirdly satisfying to write youthful, nervy sexploration fics.
My best story this year: It’s just a little character sketch of Lysa Tully, but I think a wolf in a sheepskin coat turned out well.
Story most underappreciated by the universe, in my opinion: I hate this stupid question. Why I haven’t taken it out yet, I don’t know. And now I say this every year. This year being no exception.
Most fun story: The Long Way To You. Such fun, such fun!
Sexiest story: you will hold me like I’m hope? I mean, that’s kind of my wheel house, Jon/Sansa cunnilingus fic.
Hardest story to write: As with last year, none of them were really difficult because I’ve taken the most wretchedly self-indulgent approach to fic now. Whee!
Most unintentionally telling story: I don’t think anything was.
Most "OHMIGOD HEY *I* WROTE THAT" fanon-turned-canon-moment: Nothing, really? Jon Snow being super into doing it with ladies?
What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January 2014: This was all pretty predictable, I think?
Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? Well I wrote a shit-ton (for me) of cracktastic AUs and I learned that cracktastic AUs can be really a lot of fun.
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Date: 2015-01-14 07:56 am (UTC)