I’m trying to write today, but I’m struggling. So when I saw @lacqueluster’s post about WIPs, it got me looking through mine, thinking about all I have on the go and all I’m feeling about each piece.
So, I decided to start a list! And then I decided to post it. Maybe it’ll get the creative juices flowing again. At the very least, maybe someone will find it helpful if they, too, have a lot of WIPs on the go and feel badly for not finishing anything.
Doc: Angels, Ghosts, and Hunters… Oh My!
Pairing: None apart from Frank/Sadie
Summary/notes: A crossover between TAH’s Beyond Belief and Supernatural, set between 9x18 and 9x19. It’s about Gabriel, what happened to him after appearing to Castiel on Metatron’s behalf, and about Kevin-as-a-ghost. It’s planned to be two “episodes,” and the second will have Sam and Dean in it. But I’m stuck on wrapping up the end of the first one.
SADIE: Is that an exclamation in response to the sudden appearance of a scruffy-faced man and a young child in the centre of our living room? If it is, I have to second it. Egads!
FRANK: Well, no, but yes, that, too!
Doc: An Educational Experience (S&P 4)
Pairing: Bard/Thranduil, Elrond/Lindir, and a hint of Arwen/Aragorn and Aragorn/Legolas
Summary/notes: Part of my equestrian AU, this one’s nearly abandoned… but I still pick at it. It’s about Bard (an ace spec character) getting involved romantically with Thranduil, finally spending time together and getting closer. I’m on the last chapter, and that’s what’s killing me. Every time I try to tackle it, I end up in tears.
Bard chuckled. He grabbed Thranduil’s hand and tugged him close for a hug. Thranduil’s arms came up around Bard’s neck and shoulders; he tucked his face into Bard’s neck. He snuffled and sniffled. Bard inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.
“It’s ridiculous to be this upset,” Thranduil whispered.
“No, it’s not,” Bard whispered back.
Doc: Sam/Gabriel/Reader MOL rescue
Pairing: Gabriel/Reader, then Sam/Gabriel/Reader.
Summary/notes: I started this after the s11 finale. Something about secret research facilities and a menagerie of creatures. And the reader and Loki cross paths with Sam there… before getting away. The pairing stuff is supposed to happen mostly after getting out. I think. I’m stuck on the bad stuff happening. Hard to find a reason for it, hard to write it. Plus I haaaate hurting my precious babies.
I woke up with a scream in my throat and a loud shout in my ears. That was hardly unusual, given my current predicament. Since being grabbed off the street and taken to what I’ve started calling Hell (though my cellmate assures me Hell is something altogether different), waking up at the apex of a nightmare and hearing someone living through another was almost commonplace.
A hand squeezed mine before putting a plastic cup into its loose grip.
“Thanks, Lo,” I whispered.
Doc: Reader +Sabriel, +Destiel
Pairing: Reader/Sam/Gabriel, Reader/Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel
Summary/notes: This one… might be a bit of indecisive wish fulfillment. Reader is ace spec and poly, living at the bunker, and she ends up in a relationship with both men and both angels. Her attraction to them starts to change, then a hunt goes wrong and something happens to angst up the place. But things work out in the end! I’m writing this one today, on the last chapter, but I’m having trouble with the wrap up. It doesn’t help that I’m imagining stories that happen after this one. Or that I’m afraid of getting attacked for having an ace character with a fluid (a)sexuality. Even if it’s perfectly reasonable that a person could think they’re 100% ace and then end up discovering they’re grey ace or demi. I’m still nervous that I will get angry feedback.
You baked sweets with Gabriel and watched television with Castiel. You helped Sam with the research and you did your best to learn everything Dean wanted to spend time teaching you. In those moments there were kisses and hand-holding, and in the evenings there were safe, soothing places between bodies. Time passed and you felt more at home and more like yourself than you ever had before.
Doc: I have to run; I’ll find you when it’s safe (B&B 10)
Pairing: Thranduil/Owen Shaw
Summary/notes: I am struggling with this! I haaaate what has to happen to get the story closer to the movie elements in the sixth Fast & Furious movie, and this story is a pretty big roadblock to my getting the series to that point.
When Owen finished his song and dance routine, he emerged from the shower stall and wrapped a fluffy green towel around his hips.
“I tried waking you,” he said, bending slightly to kiss Thranduil’s knee, “but you seemed very cross with Elrond.”
Thranduil snorted as he realised he’d been talking in his sleep. “Understatement,” he muttered. “We were having quite the argument.”
Doc: SPN: Anna/Dean NSS Dream
Pairing: Anna/Dean, in a non-sexual D/s way
Summary/notes: I am sooo stuck on this one. Femdom is not my thing, even if a praise kink and non-sexual submission are. But I wanted it to be a thing where Anna tries to bolster Dean’s spirits (he gets so crushed in s5, breaks my heart). I’ll get there, I just need time and the right headspace.
He sighed and bowed his head. “Maybe a little from Column A and a little from Column B, alright? We’re stretched a little thin these days and I don’t exactly have a lot of fight left in me,” he muttered. Looking back up at her, he asked, “What do you want from me, Anna?”
“Nothing but your willingness,” she replied. She smiled a bit, and for the first time in a while, he found the expression comforting. “I can help you. I can give you what you need.”
Doc: spn/cm fic
Pairing: Gabriel/Spencer (oddly, I’m toying with Dean/Garcia, too, but I might move that to another, separate story)
Summary/notes: In this, Spencer’s friends with Sam, knows about the supernatural, and met someone named Loki on a case once. The angels start falling and Spencer finds himself straddling two worlds and trying to protect his team from the truth. Loki dropping in on him, injured, doesn’t help. I waaaaant to keep writing this, but I’m constantly concerned I’m going to step into a theme or wording or event that someone else (like @thequeervet) has amazingly been tackling by bringing Spencer into the SPN universe.
At first, Spencer thought they were meteors—a freak shower, maybe going unnoticed by satellites and scientists, could be possible—and then he thought space debris—did the international space station explode?—and then he thought one of the blurs looked a little like a falling person and it was way too close to his cabin hideaway.
Doc: WCWB Reader/Gabriel (Loki)
Pairing: Reader/Gabriel
Summary/notes: This story’s for the We Can Write Better Challenge that @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @mysupernaturalfics are hosting. Gabriel and a thin, whippy cane. I started out quick and wordy, but now I've hit a couple tough spots and I'm doubting that I'm even close to writing an "imagine." It feels there's too much story. Ack. I'll get there. I know. It's just tough.
"It's my day, you know," he said, from almost directly behind you. "The club decided to have their pantheon of the gods theme night on my day. I haven't celebrated in a very long time, but even I have my weaknesses."
"It's Lokisblót," you whispered.
The man behind you made a pleased sound. "Someone taught you the Forn Siðr," he said. "Nice. Is that why you left the treats on the little altars?"
Aaaand, as a bonus, a little bit about an original story I’ve been working on.
Doc: Kitten’s Story
Pairing: Unsure yet. Probably Kitten/OMC^2 in some sort of poly!family way
Summary/notes: This story is kicking my ass. I want so badly to write it, but it involves a lot of stuff from my before-the-darkness life and I miss those things (and people) so there’s a lot of heartache---even if it’s going in a completely different direction. The underlying idea is that supernatural beings are real, but magic has been slowly dying from the world. And the Kitten character gets stuck in an argument between two sides, and while one side has definitely been kinder to her and she considers them friends, she isn’t sure that either side has her best interests at heart (she’s made aware of her own connections to that part of the world during the struggle).
Like any other nightclub, Howl looked completely different---and disastrous---after closing. Without the dramatic lighting and the shadows it created, reality could not be denied; and after-hours in any sort of night club meant reality was gross. Even though Howl was a dry bar, it was not exempt from the mess that followed a boisterous night. Plates, cups, empty bottles, and food wrappers were scattered across tables. A couple of the votive candles had been spilled, their cooled wax creating abstract shapes on the black table tops. Scraps of clothing were on the floor, where they'd been tossed in the heat of the moment. Trash cans were overflowing. I didn't even want to think about what was waiting in the private play rooms.
Thank goodness it wasn't my responsibility.
I turned to see the club's two cleaners for the night, young men wearing uncomfortably (for me) tight and bright hot pants, rubber boots, and collars, standing with their arms full of the cleaning supplies from the closet in the staff locker room. They must have been two of Elsa's clients, because apart from a handful of club-regulars and personal friends, no one else would come in to do the janitorial job dressed like that.
"Just call me 'Kitten,'" I said. "Everyone else does."
Sigh. So much to tackle. Just thinking about it makes me wanna curl up and read other people/s fic all afternoon :P
I’ll get there. Yes. [insert gif of Willow Rosenberg’s resolve face here]
