I've seen a couple of other people do this, and I really like the idea of having some kind of roundup post for 2022 (and onwards) that includes Tumblr fic as well as everything posted to AO3, so - here goes!
Fun numbers first: my total output for 2022 (from mid-February until the end of the year) was 292,790 words published (of which 280.5k was posted on AO3 and just over 12k was posted only on Tumblr).
Fandom-wise, Formula 1 was my biggest output with 156,361 words (from mid-July to the end of the year), but Around the World in 80 Days was a close-ish second at 128,472 words (Feb to June). A couple of bits for Good Omens and Temeraire made up the rest.
Complete list below the cut!
Formula 1
(All Seb/Lewis unless otherwise noted)
Safe Distance (T, 1.7k) - first in the Safe Distance series
But for all they understand one another, for all Lewis watches the lines of Seb’s exposed forearm as he brushes his hair out of his face and for all Seb’s shoulder is pressed against his as if he’s forgotten it’s there, that’s all it is. Quiet moments in between the push and the fight, bright laughter when the cameras turn on them, but nothing more. They’ve veered so close, over the years, but just like going wheel to wheel on a corner, Lewis knows that speaking it aloud - this almost-but-not-quite-friendship that he’d be so fucking lost without - is dangerous.
Crossing the Line (T, 3.1k) - second in the Safe Distance series
Seb snorts a laugh. "I feel like you ought to ask me what I'm wearing."
Desire hits Lewis unexpectedly hard, for all that it sounds like a joke. Seb, sprawled naked in a hotel bed - no, Seb in Lewis's bed, that ridiculous mop of hair fanned out on silk sheets (which he has because they’re great for his hair, but which he now realises would set off pale skin to perfection). "Should I?" he asks, strained.
(Lewis Hamilton has been attracted to plenty of men in the past. He's even flirted with a few of them, very cautiously. He's never taken it anywhere near this far before.)
Unexpected Overtake (T, 4.9k) - third in the Safe Distance series
When midday hits, Lewis is sitting in a corner with his headphones on, staring at his phone. When Sebastian Vettel looks straight into the camera and tells the world that he’s retiring, tells the fans and the press and everyone else who loves him all at once - when he says I can be stubborn and impatient and I like to make people laugh and my favourite colour is blue - Lewis Hamilton is absolutely ready for it. He has his face turned away from the room, from his entourage and the people who are always with him, from anyone who might see, as Sebastian Vettel says the marks I left on track will stay until time and rain will wash them away.
No one, absolutely no one, sees Lewis Hamilton’s face as Sebastian Vettel says thank you for letting me share the track with you.
Restart (E, 12.6k, unfinished but not abandoned) - fourth in the Safe Distance series
Lewis and Sebastian have the whole summer break to work out what they might mean to each other, now that the barriers that have stood between them for so long are finally crumbling into nothing. But the spectre of Seb's retirement and Lewis's determination to win again is hanging over them both; in some ways, even as they draw closer and closer together, they've never been further apart.
Lucky Thirteen (M, 80k)
Being the daughter of the most successful racing driver in the world (retired) comes with a lot of privilege and a few very notable downsides.
1. Dad is famous, and it makes people act weird around him and ask Ayla weird things, like what he eats for breakfast or what deodorant he uses. 2. Sometimes he gets talked into going to Germany for the summer to talk about engines and aerodynamics with Uncle Toto’s team for months on end. And this is only really annoying because - 3. He never, ever wants to talk about racing with Ayla.
Ayla, head over heels in love with the world of Formula 1, is determined that she’s going to prove she has what it takes to start karting, even if it means going behind her dad’s back to do it. When she discovers that not only is there a girls-only karting group next to their temporary home in Germany but that it’s being run by four-time World Champion Sebastian Vettel (Ayla’s second-favourite driver of all time) (also retired), she is determined to seize the opportunity with both hands.
And, well. Her dad is lonely. Sebastian seems even lonelier. Solving that problem would be a nice bonus.
So Brightly, Everywhere (M, 19k) - sequel to Lucky Thirteen.
Dad has been in a proper official relationship with Sebastian Vettel for three whole months. Thankfully, it all seems to be working out, as far as Ayla can tell (although to be honest she'd feel much happier if they said It a bit more often, just to be on the safe side).
She doesn't know what Dad's so stressed about, really, now that they're finally moving in with Seb. They don't have that much stuff, not considering it's a proper moving-in-forever type situation rather than just a temporary one. Roscoe's only one dog; yes, he snores really badly and he doesn't like being left on his own these days and his farts could raise the dead, but it's not that bad when you get used to it. And admittedly, Dad and Ayla are arriving three whole weeks later than they'd originally planned, but they're still here just about in time for Christmas.
Ayla's going to be super tidy and mega helpful, though, just in case. Anything to make sure that they don't end up back in California again.
Altitude (M, 6.3k)
The season ends with a fizzle rather than a bang, as far as Lewis is concerned. A bitter year, another bitter end, although after last year it ought to be easier to swallow. He pulls back, takes stock, tries not to think about what he might have lost but rather how he’s going to get it back.
Then, far into the depths of December, he gets a text from Sebastian. Were you serious about Machu Picchu?
Down (E, 2.5k)
"Down," Lewis says, steady and kind, and Seb goes. He sinks to his knees like he's been weighted down, inexorable, relief flooding through his body so exquisite that his eyes sting with it; he spreads his hands on his thighs. They ache a little, still, from gripping the wheel. "Good," Lewis says, the fondness in his voice a comforting caress, a warm balm. "Just like that. That’s perfect."
The Art of Giving (E, 6.2k)
“So, um, you want to accept your Lifetime Achievement Award,” Lewis says, and clears his throat, “wearing a butt plug.”
Seb can’t make out his tone. His own hands have gone a little clammy. “Yes?” he ventures. “Unless, of course, you want to wear it.” That could work. “Whatever you like. I just thought, well, I didn’t come to London just to look good on the red carpet.”
A Scandal in Five Dances (M, 5.3k)
Sebastian's hand was on Lewis’s sleeve. Lewis was looking down at him, a thoughtful look in his eyes, the firelight reflected in them. “How ought I have you make amends?” he asked.
“Well,” Sebastian said, and the words came tumbling out before he could restrain them, “I am already on my knees.”
And the Tumblr ficlets...
Surfer AU (WIP) Initial thesis, Snippet 1, snippet 2, snippet 3.
Drag queen AU (WIP) Snippet 1, snippet 2
Egyptology adventurers/The Mummy AU (WIP). Snippet 2.
Crash fic (WIP)
Politics AU (oneshot ficlet, explicit)
Post-apocalypse AU (oneshot ficlet)
Lewis does up Seb's cufflinks.
Baku 2017 ficlet; Mick pov at Seb's farewell dinner 2022, also about Baku 2017 (because it's always about Baku)
Barely a fic but here's some cracky fluff: Lewis rescues a kitten and makes Seb adopt it
Prompt fic, Lewis calls Seb in 2020
Prompt fic, 'I'm not him.'
Prompt fic, 'Right now, yes or no.'
ROC 2023 angst on jealousy and unwanted freedoms
Five-sentence fics (all Seb/Lewis): skydiving, protective (Seb gets injured at RoC), beekeeper AU (also a WIP)
Lucky Thirteen-verse
prompt fic: ghost stories
outtakes all tagged #lucky thirteen
Other pairings
Daniel/Seb for the prompt 'night'. Seb and Daniel talk on the phone
Around the World in 80 Days (2021)
Scarred (Phileas/Jean, T, 729 words)
"You'll notice it in a few days," the doctor had said, a dark sense of humour considering that Phileas had nearly cried out a few seconds ago when he probed the wound with ungentle fingers. "The sutures will hold but for Christ's sake, Mr Fogg, don't do anything active for a while."
Phileas, Jean, and scars that never quite heal.
Kneel (Phileas/Jean, M, 373 words)
Phileas Fogg, on his knees, is an indulgence of imagination that Jean Passepartout keeps very much to himself for 81 days.
And the world still turns (Phileas/Jean/Abigail, M, 6.9k)
Abigail, Jean and Phileas must find a new equilibrium after their return to London.
Qui n'avance pas, recule (Phileas/Jean, T, 5.5k)
The empty night falls away around them, no one else for miles, a curiously weightless sensation. "I feel as if my heart's barely my own again," Phileas says, softly, "and it's a bitter, withered old thing, really, and even if anyone were to want it I'm not sure I'm ready to - to give it to anyone else. Any - any woman, any person. Not just yet."
Phileas Fogg may have only taken 80 days to travel around the world, but he still has a long way to go before he can allow himself to love again.
Asking (Phileas/Jean, M, 2.5k. CW for implied/referenced dubious consent)
He lies there, dazed, the aftermath snaking through his veins. Phileas withdraws his hand, careful, almost apologetic (although he wipes the evidence on Jean’s clothes as he goes). Jean finds a voice. “Monsieur?” he whispers, hoarse.
A pause, then a faint sigh. “Do go back to sleep, Passepartout,” says Phileas softly.
In from the cold (Phileas/Jean/Abigail, T, 1.8k) - written for a kinkmeme prompt
After a traumatic experience in the snow, Phileas, Jean and Abigail find themselves in a guestroom with only one bed.
Different (Phileas/Jean/Abigail, E, 12.1k)
Phileas Fogg is exactly the kind of man Abigail would have married, in another world where they were not both deeply in love with someone else.
Ingredients, Temperature and Time (Phileas/Jean, E, 46k)
Jean Passepartout is desperate for a job. Any job, but ideally one that doesn't ask too many awkward questions.
Jean is an accidental witness when Phileas Fogg, the uptight owner of Estella's Place, makes a startling bet with the owner of a rival cafe: he's going to enter and win the Coupe du Monde de la Patisserie, the World Cup of pastry, or forfeit his entire business. Will Phileas be able to shape his dysfunctional team of amateur bakers - Abigail Fix, a headstrong social media coordinator and would-be journalist who is determined to prove herself to her father by making the team's journey go viral, and Jean, who is trying desperately to hide his secret past from both of them - into the well-oiled baking machine that they must become to win the World Cup? Or will Abigail's recklessness, Jean's inability to trust and Phileas's still-broken heart doom them to failure?
A Gentleman's Gentleman (Phileas/Jean, T, 5k)
“Perhaps I might be of assistance,” Phileas murmurs from somewhere very close by, straightening Jean’s collar and taking up the sling from where it lies on the bed; Jean ducks his head obediently into the knotted fabric. “Just with, you know, this. Buttons, that sort of thing. Devilish inventions, I’ve always thought.”
"I never thought I would see you doing the duties of a valet, monsieur."
"Well," Phileas says, "only in - extreme circumstances, of course."
On Closer Acquaintance (Phileas &Jean, G, 2k)
“I say, Passepartout,” Phileas says, abruptly, before he can lose the sudden resolve that grips him, “you know, I - I do have a name, and it’s not ‘monsieur’. I’d - be honoured if you were to use it on occasion. My given name, I mean.” Passepartout looks genuinely startled.
Mad Dogs and Englishmen (Phileas/Jean, E, 33.5k)
"I must say that I have absolutely no idea what I would do with a wife," Phileas says without thinking.
Abigail chokes on her scone. Jean's lips twitch. "Oh, the usual, monsieur," he says.
Phileas hides his face briefly in his hand. "Good lord," he says with feeling. "Not that, Passepartout, although I suppose you're right, I'd be -" he cuts himself off, embarrassed, but Jean has caught his meaning, from the rise of his eyebrow.
"Perhaps," he says, pouring tea and handing it to Abigail, who is still spluttering, "you simply need to find someone to show you how?"
A final letter from Estella in the middle of a summer heatwave spurs Phileas Fogg into tackling his greatest remaining fear: intimacy. Unfortunately, he is not so much out of practice as hopelessly at sea. Lucky, then, that his former valet seems willing to teach him.
As if this weren’t enough, adventure and intrigue seem determined to find Phileas, even when they're the last thing on his mind.
Men of the World (implied Phileas/Jean/Abigail, G, 9.1k)
In the months that follow Phileas and Abigail’s return, the wretched Frenchman seems to be sticking around.
Bernard wouldn't say he's jealous, necessarily, but it does feel very much as if he's lost both of his oldest and closest friends, and quite without warning. Nyle Bellamy, of course; no more need be said there. But Phileas too seems to have changed beyond comprehension - and so, it has to be said, does Abigail; certainly neither of them look to Bernard for guidance any longer. And in the middle of it all, inexplicably entwined in their lives and affections and with nothing, as far as Bernard can tell, to recommend him other than a charming smile and easy manners, is Jean Passepartout.
And a Good Omens crossover:
Take a look in the mirror (Aziraphale/Crowley, G, 2.9k)
After meeting a boy with Crowley's face, Aziraphale resolves - for reasons he cannot quite articulate, even to himself - to keep him safe.
Good Omens
ad astra (Aziraphale/Crowley, G, 1.9k)
Crowley sits, as he has sat for some time, in the grey, grey dust. It has drifted around him such that he might be part of it, of the grey, dying planet. His hair was bright red, once, but the dirt of decades has turned it to a drab, faded brown, almost no colour at all. His clothes are rags. He sits in the dust, one hand outstretched in endless, unceasing supplication; and in what used to be earth, before him, something green.
"Crowley," Aziraphale says. His voice - this form’s voice - is cracked and unfamiliar from long disuse. Perhaps it has truly been decades. Perhaps it has been centuries.
It has certainly been both, since he last said that name aloud.
Temeraire
A Scattering of Light (Laurence & Temeraire, G, 6k) - written for the Temeraire Summer Exchange 2022.
Five sunsets and a sunrise.
Snapshots from Laurence and Temeraire's relationship over the years.
