Yes, all my other fic is locked, I am working on that, so ♥

t: And I’ll Know What Yesterdays Bring
f: Being Human
p: Hal/Tom (some Hal/Cutler, background Regus/Michaela)
r/wc: PG-13/4,160
s: “I did die!” Tom’s voice cracked halfway through the shout, but it was still loud enough to sting against Hal’s nerves.
w: SPOILERS for all of series four, particularly episode seven.
n: [Title from Lissie’s Record Collector.] So this is kind of an AU based on the future shown to us in episode seven. And this is so not how I was going to start writing Hal/Tom, there was meant to be FLOWER PLUCKING and HANDHOLDING and STUFF. But I wrote misery, so, have this.

( No, Tom isn’t stupid, and he isn’t naive anymore either. He’ll probably outlive all of them. )

t: (so maybe we’re a bliss of another kind)
f: Sherlock
c: Sherlock, John, Jim, Molly, Lestrade, Irene, Mycroft (various implied pairings/ust/unrequited things)
r/wc: PG-13/13,000
s: Band!AU (seriously) “You don’t write love songs,” John says. “You write about other things and people misinterpret them because in the right lighting they look like love songs. But they’re not.”
n: [Title from Tori Amos’ Bliss.] So, I did the band AU wrong? I mean, this is the gen one from Sherlock’s POV that has a pretentious ~tone and things rather than all the cracky stagegay and tourbus porn that should be here. I fail a lot. Sorry about that. But hey: Sherlock band AU, because a) I still can’t write canon, and b) I’m a ridiculous person. Someone go out and write the really cracky porn one now please. Love to my wonderfully supportive twitter feed, and to Teresa for coming up with at least a third of this for me.

( Mycroft’s voice sounds like wood panelling and thin porcelain and long dark evenings avoiding each other’s eyes. )

In the sort of mood where I might as well post this thing I’ve been sitting on for months, because I need validation from strangers and emotional self harm is more productive than anything else I can think of to do. Still working on unlocking the rest of the shit.

t: If You Liked The Book, You’ll Hate The Movie
f: X-Men: First Class
p: Hank/Alex, Charles/Erik, Sean/Raven (Emma/Sebastian, Darwin/Angel)
r/wc: pg-13 / 58,000
w: Possibly but non-specifically triggery for a variety of mental health problems, alcoholism, mild violence, etc. Also awash with underage drinking.
s: Modern-Day High School AU. It’s not until Hank realises half the class are glancing towards the back of the classroom with something like nerves and something like schadenfreude that he finds out Alex Summers is back.
n: If you would rather read on AO3. Basically everyone’s got mental health problems in this and I think at least 20k of it was produced under antidepressant-induced mania last summer. Experimenting with writing styles so five different POVs. I’ve deliberately fucked with ages and friendships and familial relationships for both the movies and the comics. Other than that... this is stupidly long, and a bit ridiculous, and I’m really sorry (all I wanted was to write a cracky fic where Emma and Hank were BFFs. Whyyyyy etc).

My eternal love and thanks to my long-suffering twitter feed and to everyone who read this when I emailed it out a couple of months ago whining about it. Extra special love to finkpishnets and bessyboo, but, like, I think there’s about fifteen of you who probably deserve thanking and I really do love you all. And I’ll STFU now.

( Hank hands it back and Mr Lehnsherr looks thoughtfully over his responses. ‘Nothing we didn’t already know,” he says dismissively. “You’re a loser who can’t talk to people.’ )

Ahahaha, so, this is awkward. I wasn't going to post anything because I didn't want to draw attention - I was sort of working on the assumption that no one would notice - but it's got to the point where I think I need to explain, so, I haven't friends locked everything, I've private locked everything because the latest stage of whatever mental health thing I'm doing right now involved feeling physically sick at the idea of people being able to read things I'd written. So. Yeah. I'm going to call a therapist and do some ~stuff so hopefully this is only a temporary thing and everything can be unlocked in a couple of weeks.

So, basically, I'm really sorry, and I apologise if I've caused any inconvenience. Please feel free to contact me by PM or email or on twitter at @milkbutnotsugar if you're pissed or need anything.

Jenn