I've always read a lot of Fan Fiction. Recently, I decided it was high time I actually wrote some. I've written loads for my roleplay adventures, as well as just little stories. What you should know is that I rarely re-read my own written work. I don't often consider a lot about what I write and most of what I will be writing will likely be one-shots. I do them better than series (Though Swords and Bows is a bit of an exception) and I enjoy writing on the go. I feel inspired, I write it down. In the past, I never posted these. I'd delete them after a few weeks or months. I've decided to change that. I hope you enjoy reading my moments.

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Current interests:

The Hobbit
Sherlock
The Lord of the Rings
Avengers
Harry Potter
Crossovers between any of the above

Current works:

Title: Of Swords and Bows.
Fandom: The Hobbit.
Chapters: 5/?.
Genre: Adventure, drama.
Pairings: Unknown, though there will likely be several. This means the story will also quite possibly head into the realm of slash. Not your cup of tea, please don't read.
Summary: When Gandalf travels to the Shire to see about getting that burglar, he finds something entirely unexpected. Bilbo Baggins is not what it says on the tin and it confused everyone.
Update rate: The first bits I'm updating rather fast, though don't expect that to become a regular thing. I will say, however, that I have a great deal of the story thought out so far.

Finished work/One-shots:

Title: Salt.
Fandom: Sherlock.
Chapters: 1/1.
Genre: Angst. Pure angst.
Pairings: John/Sherlock.
Summary: John tastes salt.
Story: This came to me as I sat on my living room couch and cried because I felt so terrible for John. I've not seen this show until now and the third episode of the second season had me bawling like a teenager. I hated it. Of course I immediately watched the next episode, but the pain John must have gone through stayed with me. Unimaginable, I thought. How much must it hurt to lose someone like that. I don't think this little ficlet had been able to express what he was feeling. At all. But I tried and I needed to let the creative juices go.