hawkeye

Yuletide Letter 2015

Hello dear Yuletide writer! Thank you very much for signing up and thereby offering up your time and tears and blood (though hopefully not too much). I hope the following text helps you a bit with finding an idea for what you're gonna do, but let me just say beforehand that I'll absolutely adore anything you're going to write just because getting written stuff from someone else where you know they put their precious time in is awesome and super nice! But enough of that, bring on the actual letter!

General likes: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, trope-y tropes (played straight or subversed), getting together fics, miscommunication while getting together/Person A and/or B being in denial about their feelings

General dislikes: Solely introspective/character pieces, established relationship fics, MPreg, ABO, dark endings (not everything has to be happy and sunshine, but at the least somewhat hopeful), amputation/permanent injuries, PWP

Squicks: In depth discussion of depression/mental illness and suicide


Rivers of London
Those books! I like Peter and Nightingale's relationship very much, gen or slash, your choice.
For prompt ideas: I very much like casefics, and if you write slash I'm a huge fan of getting-together fanfics, especially when the process results in many misunderstandings and miscommunications, what with those two emotionally constipated idiots. Otherwise I also love angst and h/c (especially the hurt part) so if that's something for you too feel free to go overboard. Especially when Nightingale's the one who gets hurt. Also anything that shows how much they care for each other and depend on each other, especially admitting so in tight situations. As mentioned above I also like trope-y fanfics, so if there's a trope that goes into the direction H/c or angst chances are very high that I'll like it (e.g.: temporary loss of a sense, old-fashioned torture, accept injury to protect someone, mind control, amnesia, basically everything on the h/c bingo list?). Also if you're up for it, I very much like the side characters in Rivers of London (personal favourites: Varvara, Dr Walid, DC Guleed), so feel free to include them if it fits your story! Also if you can't find a starting point and casefic isn't your thing I'm also into Alternate Universes that mess with/change the worldbuilding, stuff like, how would things go down if Ettersberg never happened? What if Peter wouldn't be human, but a river spirit? What if Nightingale were a river spirit? What if the universe wasn't urban fantasy but high fantasy? etc etc, I'll take pretty much everything as long as there's a fantasy element to it.
Also, if you’re into it, I like Nightingale/David Mellenby, them getting together, the obstacles they face, how they went through their lives before the WWII/Ettersberg.

Tiger and Bunny
Kotetsu! I very much love his generous and selfless nature and how he takes care of the people around him, so I’d very much like to see the whole thing reversed for once. Just some appreciation to what he does for other people, or outright caring (e.g. sickfic). Or if that’s not your jam, I’d be very interested to see how the plotline between him and Yuri/Lunatic evolves (after season 1 left it a bit out in the open), what with the parallels to Mr Legend and how Yuri keeps observing him. If also not your jam, I’d always love some “case”-fic, just, Kotetsu and the rest saving the day, no matter if First League or Second League. Or if you want to go a bit more meta, something about how the whole TV/commercial business interferes with trying to be a hero.
If you want to write pairings, I very much like Kotetsu/Barnaby (and getting together fics), but gen is fine too!

Almost Human
Dorian the bae! The badass bae. I like to see him adjusting to the whole human stuff, may it be humorous or more serious. Or something to deal with how other people treat him, the discrimination he faces as a robot, may it be within law enforcement or just from the general public, the dangers he has to be mindful of, or something that deals with the plotline of whatever happened in his past/with his previous memories). I’d also like something that deals with the Wall and whatever lurks behind it and what impact it has on the society we get to know in the series, if you want to go more in the worldbuilding direction. I also like casefics, just Dorian and John going out and saving the day or at least trying to.
If you want to write pairings, I like Dorian/John, but gen is fine too!
hawkeye

Letter - ShipSwap

Hello dear author or artist! Thank you very much for signing up, and I hope you can find a bit of inspiration for whatever you want t create here. Might I also direct you in the general direction of my tumblr (deviantaccumulation) as maybe some of my blogging might inspire you.

So, in general:

Likes: Getting Together Fics. My favourite characters getting hurt. Hurt/Comfort and Angst with a happy ending. Trope-y Tropes (pretending to be a couple for example). Characters being protective over each other.

Dislikes: No major character death please.

The pairings:

Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa:
The queen and the baby duckling. I like how they are outward both very badass and good at kicking ass, but inward are both hurt and a bit fragile and I think they both could support each other very well. I'd love to see them working together and maybe along the lines getting together. I also really love how insecure Daniel feels and how he doesn't think that Peggy might return his feelings since he's just an ordinary guy with a limp and I'd so love to see Peggy telling him how wrong he is.

Thomas Nightingale/Peter Grant:
Oh, those two emotionally constipated idiots. Nightingale is my favourite, so basically, hurt him and I'm happy. Otherwise I'd love to see him cut loose, or just generally losing his calm, maybe over Peter being hurt/threatened? Or something that deals with Nightingale's past.

Ballister/Ambrosius:
I'd love something that explores their relationship from before or after the story. The day when Ballister gets kicked out of the institution. Their first meeting after Ballister gets becomes a villain. The two of them trying to recover after the canon events, trying to figure out how to deal with each other and everything that went down between the two of them.
hawkeye

Yuletide Letter

Hello dear Yuletide author! Thank you very much for participating in the challenge, I'm looking very much forward to reading whatever you might write down!

The fandoms:

Rivers of London
Those books! I like Peter and Nightingale's relationship very much, gen or slash, your choice. Don't be afraid of spoilers, I will probably have read Foxglove Summer thrice come Yuletide, should you wish to include content from that book.
For prompt ideas: I very much like casefics, and if you write slash I'm a huge fan of getting-together fanfics, especially when the process results in many misunderstandings and miscommunications, what with those two emotionally constipated idiots. Otherwise I also love angst and h/c (especially the hurt part) so if that's something for you too feel free to go overboard. Especially when Nightingale's the one who gets hurt. Also anything that shows how much they care for each other and depend on each other, especially admitting so in tight situations. I also like trope-y fanfics, so if there's a trope that goes into the direction H/c or angst chances are very high that I'll like it (e.g.: temporary loss of a sense, old-fashioned torture, accept injury to protect someone, basically everything on the h/c bingo list?). Also if you're up for it, I very much like the side characters in Rivers of London (personal favourites: Varvara, Dr Walid, DC Guleed), so feel free to include them if it fits your story!

Nimona
So lovely! Nimona, Ballister and Ambrosius are very dear to me and I love their (complicated) relationships with each other. Also Ambrosius/Ballister, if that's your thing, but gen is very lovely too! I'd love to read something that deals with what comes after the ending: How do Ballister and Ambrosius deal with each other once the dust is settled? Maybe Ambrosius running into Nimona after the ending? Or something more prequel-y: Ballister getting kicked out by the Institution, Ambrosius and Ballister meeting again for the first time after Ballister becomes a villain, both of them standing on opposing sides.

Cloud Atlas

Ripped my heart out. I very much liked Robert and Rufus in the movie version (if you've read the book, Robert is so much more of a dick), and the love between them. I'd love to see them getting some sort of happy ending (as much as it's possible) in their own timeline, maybe with Sixsmith making it in time to stop Frobisher, or in another life where they meet again. Or maybe just something dealing with their lives and relationship before the book's events.


One last thing: I know yuletide is a lot about writing whatever you want as long as you match in fandoms and characters, but please do not include intensive discussions suicide or actual suicide in your fic, I don't do well with those themes when they are presented in a very graphic way.
hawkeye

Letter for the Trick Or Treat Exchange

Hello dear writer/artist! I hope the following paragraphs can help you with whatever you'll create and that you might find some inspiration if you've been lacking it previously!

General Likes: Anything in the genres Angst and Hurt/Comfort.
For Tricks: Anything that includes trapping a character somehow (figuratively or literally). Interesting monsters. A character getting hurt and the other having to protect them.
For Treats: Comforting after shocking events. Accidental admissions of - romantic or platonic - feelings.

Fandoms:
Rivers of London (Thomas Nightingale, Peter Grant)
Slash or platonic, your choice.
Some ideas:
Trick: Nightingale getting hurt/hiding an injury while they're out on a case and Peter noticing/worrying about him. Nightingale protecting Peter and getting hurt in the progress.
Treat: Something showing how much Nightingale's life changed since Peter became his apprentice, maybe him accidentally admitting something in the direction and then trying to cover it up, while Peter is very surprised as he hadn't really noticed/hadn't thought of it that way before.

Bioshock Infinite (Booker DeWitt, Elizabeth)
Some ideas:
Treat: Something cute and happy, 'domestic', like going eating ice cream together, or making music together, or just taking a walk.
Trick: Action, Blood, death; Elizabeth being a BAMF, maybe saving Booker, the two of them under immediate attack (there are so many scary monsters/enemies in the Bioshock Universe)

Inception (Arthur, Eames)
Some ideas:
Treat: The two of them bickering, getting increasingly worked up and the whole thing resulting in making out. Or if you're not into the pairing, the two of them comforting eachother after a particulary strenous mission.
Trick: Something goes wrong and one is hurrying to find the other and make sure they are safe/rescue them (preferably Arthur being the one who gets rescued by Eames)
hawkeye

FF - Alcohol and Other Solutions

originally posted to jikoriko, since I moved accounts and will delete the older one, now posted again here, sorry for that

Fandom: Rivers of London
Characters: Peter Grant, Thomas Nightingale
Wordcount: 1.536
Pairings: Gen

Summary: "Missing scene" from the beginning of Broken Homes.
Don't drink and drive, especially when you're an officer of the law.

Notes:

The story ties into a scene in Broken Homes where Peter goes drinking and finds himself back in the Folly the next morning, not really remembering what happened during the night and with the Asbo back in the garage (there is the insinuation that he might have had sex with a River spirit though). This story is me hoping that he didn't actually drive drunk home.

Thanks go to stars-ashes for beta-reading!




The soft knock on the door woke him.

He reached sleepily for the switch on the lamp that stood on his night stand, finding it on the second try, and blinked as its warm light illuminated his room.

‘Come in’, he called, voice still a bit hoarse from the sleep, while simultaneously glancing at the clock beside the lamp; 3 a.m., too early to yet start the day but never too early for crime, as he knew well from experience.

The door opened with a soft click and Molly stepped in, making no sound at all. If it weren’t for the light he probably wouldn’t have even known that she was there. He levered himself into a sitting position as Molly reached his bed, conveying through a silent stare that the phone downstairs was ringing.

Inwardly sighing, he got out of bed, shrugged one of his dressing gowns on against the chill, and made his way downstairs. The phone was indeed ringing — sometimes Molly’s inability to speak could result in the most interesting miscommunications — so he picked it up and held it to his ear. ‘Yes?’ he said, not bothering with names, since everyone who dialled this number and endured Molly’s unnerving silence mostly knew who they were calling (except for that one very insistent young man from an insurance company a few years ago).

‘Nightingale? It’s Peter. I— um, sorry for calling so late, but I… might need some help.’

‘Help?’ Nightingale repeated carefully, mentally going through the reasons Peter might need his help. He didn’t come up with much — the sum total of his knowledge was merely that his apprentice had told him he’d be out the night with a few other people from the Met.

‘Yes. Help. Would be very much appreciated—‘

‘Peter, if you want me to help you I need you to tell me what sort of help you are expecting,’ Nightingale interrupted him with as much patience as one can possibly muster when they are woken up in the middle of the night.

‘Weelll,’ Peter said, dragging the word out, ‘It’s a bit… complicated. Also embarrassing. Probably. And not my fault! At least not completely. I might be held accountable on the count of being a poor judge of character.’

‘What did you do? Peter, are you drunk?’ Nightingale asked, frowning.

‘Maybe?’

Nightingale took a deep breath.

‘Okay, okay, I’m drunk. I’m also stuck somewhere in suburban London with the Asbo and in no condition to drive. Please come and pick me up?’

With a tired sigh he abandoned the hope of just falling asleep again.

‘Could you narrow ‘somewhere in suburban London’ down?’



Nightingale arrived in a taxi as Peter had assured him that the Asbo itself was fine and working, and he’d rather not leave either the Jaguar or the Asbo in this kind of area.

He paid the driver and exited the cab, having already spotted the Asbo standing on the concrete slipway that led down to a small river. He frowned at that, because rivers and drunken people never seemed to mix well, especially if the river in question had a manifestation and the drunken people were wizards.

He approached the car with a few long steps. Peter was sitting inside in the front passenger seat, fiddling with the radio. He looked up when Nightingale knocked on the window and pointed to the steering wheel as Nightingale walked around and got into the car.

Inside it smelled of alcohol, sex, and Toby — the latter smell being one that never really seemed to leave a car once it had settled in. A smudge of pink lipstick decorated the dashboard and the windows were slightly foggy from the temperature difference and the thick air inside. However it was also warm, which was probably the reason why Peter hadn’t opened a window, given the chilly December night.

‘Hey,’ Peter greeted him sheepishly, turning off of the radio. ‘Sorry, again, for calling. I would have phoned Lesley but she’s in hospital and there wasn’t anyone else I could have asked, so…’

‘It’s fine,’ Nightingale said, turning the ignition key and bringing the car to life. ‘Better than you driving drunk around London.’

‘Hmm,’ Peter hummed in response, leaning back into his seat.

‘Would you mind telling me how exactly you ended up in this situation?’ Nightingale asked as he pulled the Asbo up on the street, setting off into the direction of the Folly.

‘Erm, it’s a bit of a long story, I guess…?’

‘I’m sure you’ll manage to give me a short version.’

‘Fair point. Okay, short version, I was at this bar, had been drinking, but I did have this one guy who’d said he’d drive me over later, so, all well and everything, and then suddenly there was this woman, gorgeous, waaay too short outfit for such cold night and we sorta… ended up here? It’s a bit of a blur, honestly.’ He waved around with his hand. ‘Whatever, we’re here, in the car, making out, and she was a fantastic kisser and this is probably really TMI, sorry about that—‘ He was tempted to ask what exactly ‘TMI’ was, but then decided that he might not necessarily want to know, given the context. ‘—anyway, we’re… doing stuff, when she suddenly suggests that we should go swimming.’

‘You managed to find and… become acquainted… with a River spirit,’ Nightingale said, less of a question and more of statement as he was resisting the urge to bury his face in his hands.

‘In my defence it’s more that she found me, but… yeah…’

‘How did you not notice that, Peter?’

‘I was a bit inebriated!’

Nightingale sighed. ‘And how does the story end?’

‘Well, obviously I didn’t go swimming with her as, luckily, I apparently wasn't drunk enough for that yet—‘

‘Very luckily.’

‘—yeah, she wasn’t so happy about it, we argued, she stormed off and disappeared into the river. Ta-daaa. Enough embarrassment to last me through the winter. I’m really hoping I’m drunk enough to not remember anything of this in the morning.’



By the time they arrived at the Folly Peter was asleep, face half-mashed against the car window. Nightingale tried to wake him, gently shaking his shoulder, but earned nothing more than a murmur and Peter curling in on himself.

Molly stood in the doorway of the garage, quietly watching him as he exited the car and opened the door to Peter’s side. His apprentice fell half out, but he managed to catch him in time, unclipping the seat belt and gathering him up in his arms. When he looked towards the doorway Molly had already disappeared again, obviously not going to help him carry his sleeping burden.

He was already halfway through the Folly when Peter stirred, blinking drowsily.

‘Am I dreaming, or are you currently carrying me bridal style up the stairs?’ he murmured.

‘You’re not dreaming,’ Nightingale supplied and Peter groaned quietly.

‘Well, there goes my remaining dignity. Tumbling down the stairs. See you later, dignity. Tomorrow morning hopefully.’

‘Would you prefer if I put you down?’ Nightingale asked, one eyebrow raised.

‘Damage is already done now. Besides I’m not sure I can currently manage stairs. Or walking in general. Also, you’re warm. How come you didn’t get Molly to carry me?’

‘I don’t think she likes the way you smell of River spirit, and has thus made herself scarce.’

‘Probably better this way. I’m not sure I would have survived the shock if I had woken up to her carrying me.’

‘She’s not that scary, Peter.’

‘Says the one who’s been living with her for the past eighty years. Give me some time here.’

The door to Peter’s room was already slightly ajar, courtesy of Molly, probably, and swung open when he nudged it with his elbow, the room behind only lit by the light from the hallway.

‘Bed! Finally!’ Peter exclaimed with obvious joy and half climbed, half fell out of Nightingale’s arms onto the mattress. Nightingale hovered awkwardly at the bedside as Peter shucked off his shoes, unsure whether he should just leave or make sure that Peter actually stayed where he left him.

Before he could come to a decision Peter was already climbing under the covers, clothes — except for the shoes that lay discarded next to the bed — still on.

‘Are you really going to sleep like that?’ Nightingale asked before he could stop himself.

‘Yes,’ Peter replied stubbornly, drawing the covers up to his nose and closing his eyes. A few seconds later he had already dozed off, breathing slow and regular.

As quietly as possible, Nightingale made his way back to the door, looking behind him one last time.

Sleeping, Peter looked unguarded and vulnerable, his normally so openly displayed energy missing and leaving a foreign calmness. Nightingale felt a sudden surge of protectiveness well inside him and he quickly quenched down on it, tearing his gaze away and stepping out of the room. This kind of attachment wasn’t healthy in his line of business, and he doubted that Peter would appreciate it.

‘Goodnight,’ he said quietly, even though he knew that Peter couldn’t hear him, and closed the door.