Work In Progress Week

A week devoted to updating your WIPs, regardless of fandom. The next WIP Week will be held October 25-31, 2026.

[wipweek]

WIP Week has officially concluded.

Thank you to everyone who participated and helped to promote the event. Congratulations to everyone who was able to update or complete a WIP this week! Congratulations to all other participants who were able to make progress on any of their WIPs this week. If you made any progress this week, however big or small, you have successfully completed the week.

I will check the tags for the next week, so feel free to post any late entries. The third and final WIP Week of 2026 will be held October 25-31. Prompts for the next week will be posted in August.

Thanks again, everyone. See you in October!

[fellmama]

WIP Week: June 27: Any WIP

Here, have a treat. This is the beginning of a (frankly) very whumpy longfic about werewolves that may or may not ever see the true light of day. I'm too slow a writer (and too ADD TBH) to publish anything as a true WIP, and the attention and care this one needs will take a very, very long time. But on the other hand, SadWolfJo?

Jo’s never been to a Cup party before. No one on the Bolts invited him to theirs, naturally, but Nate insisted he be here tonight, although he’s been outdoors since they got back from the restaurant. He tried to stay inside now that there’s fewer people, mingle a little, but it’s overwhelming in there, too much beer and too many bodies. As he steps back out onto the porch, someone calls his name from the shadows.

“Jo! Jo! Joooooeeeeeeyyyyy!” It’s Nate calling, and, like always, Jo comes. He’s perched on the edge of one of his big deck chairs, blinking up at Jo, flushed and happy and probably drunk out of his mind. “C’mere,” he says, and reaches up to haul Jo into the chair. Oh yes, absolutely drunk out of his mind. He’s got his big hand wrapped around Jo’s neck, and Jo has to fight not to growl and pull away even as Nate tugs him down against his side. He’s not a wolf, he reminds himself, he doesn’t know. Jo tries to move over so he isn’t half on top of Nate, but Nate won’t let him, crooning, “Jooo, Joooooey, I waaaaaaant it.” He’s so close Jo can feel lips on his ear.

“What do you want, Nate?” Jo asks, expecting him to say a drink or a cuddle or even a fuck. Human scents are more subtle than wolves’, but Jo doesn’t need a wolf’s nose to know Nate’s horny. He knows Nate. Who is too drunk for Jo to consider sex, anyway, but most anything else he’d do.

“I want the Bite,” says Nate, mouth still pressed against Jo’s ear.

“What? No!” Jo pulls away so he can look Nate in the eye. He’s even drunker than Jo thought.

“You promised!” Nate whines.

“I did not,” says Jo, firmly.

“You did, you said, win a Stanley Cup and we’ll talk! I did and we’re talking and I want it.” Unfortunately, that does sound like something Jo might say.

“Well, I’m not going to Bite you at your Cup party,” says Jo, reasonably, “and, buddy, you’re drunk as fuck.” Nate pouts, sticking out his bottom lip. If Jo were to bite anything, he’d bite that.

“But I waaaaaaant it.”

“We’ll talk about it, really, I promise,” Jo says. He himself is too sober for this conversation. Something the Bite took from him; alcohol goes through him too quickly for a buzz, now. Maybe he should tell that to Nate.

“You promise?”

“Yeah.” Jo tries to sit up, but Nate isn’t having it, hauling him back down. He’s not quite back to his usual summer bulk, after the long Cup run, but he’s still so strong. That strength augmented with a wolf—

“Joey,” Nate says, and this time it’s into the side of Jo’s neck. “Stay put.” Jo shivers and stays. Nate’s arm slips around to his front, hand against Jo’s belly, pressing them both back into the chair. After a moment, he feels Nate go lax, his heartbeat slowing, and he lets out a little snore. Jo fishes in his pocket for his phone so he has something to do while cuddling. He can’t give Nate the Bite, or stay the night, but he can do this, for a while, before he has to go.

[ln-shame]

WIP week

Well, with my hall pass to post whatever I am choosing to post more of my novel!!!

Finally Zac stops pacing and comes and sits down on the foot of Kit’s bed; on the very edge, so that if he moved two inches to the left he’d fall off. “Anyway, uh. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. They wouldn’t have let me go home if I wasn’t,” Kit points out.

Zac hums. “Yeah. It’s just - it looked really bad, when you went down,” he mutters.

“Yeah,” Kit acknowledges quietly.

“Still looks pretty bad now, to be honest,” Zac murmurs. He leans forward and traces a finger over Kit’s cheek, feather-light.

Silence stretches between them. Kit feels like the whole world is narrowing to Zac’s fingertip on his skin. He feels off-balance, like he’s tilting closer and closer towards Zac, and he finds himself saying things that he doesn’t remember deciding to let out of his brain. “There was a minute right afterwards when I thought I might have broken my jaw or something. Maybe gotten a concussion. And I thought I might not be able to play for weeks. Maybe months. And I just felt this fear of like - what will I do if I can’t play? Just sit around and… think about everything? If I don’t have hockey, what will I have?” There’s a lump in his throat that’s not just from the pain.

The silence stretches on again; Zac, for once, seems lost for words. He’s just looking at Kit. Looking at the cut on my lip, Kit thinks.

“You’d have -” Zac starts, right as Kit forces himself to get it together, to man up, and adds:

“But it turned out I can still play. So it’s fine.”

“Yeah. It’s fine,” Zac agrees. He leans back, away from Kit. “Anyway. I should let you rest, I guess.” He stands up. “You should eat the chicken soup, though. It’s really good.”

“Wait,” Kit says, for some reason he’s not really sure of. “Can you - just stay with me for a bit?” he asks. “Just till the painkillers kick in?”

Zac sits back down on the bed. “Yeah, of course, Baby,” he says softly. “I’ll stay till they kick in.”

Aaaand that concludes WIP week - thanks again to @makeit-takeit for getting me all hyped up for it <3

[clairvoyant-weapons]

WIP Week Day 7

Today's prompt is "Any WIP", so while I've barely written anything for this one and who knows when I'll start posting, I decided to go with this one that's become sort of a pet concept of mine. It's GL, but Kenny isn't a wrestler and they don't meet in DDT. Instead Kenny is a closeted trans man Kota has some fun with... along with two women.

Fandom: Professional Wrestling Ship: Kenny Omega/Kota Ibushi, Kota Ibushi/Original Female Characters Rating: Explicit but the snippet doesn't have sex in it. Warnings: Unintentional Misgendering (POV character is unaware)

The third woman is a tall blonde in heels that make her even taller than Kota himself, and blue eyes that glint in the light. Her golden curls fall past her shoulders; Kota wonders how she feels about having her hair pulled. The curve of her pink lips seem to invite him to picture them around his cock. The way she's looking at him, he's certain that's exactly what she intended.

All three women are beautiful, and he'd happily spend the night with any of them. If he had to choose, he'd probably pick the blonde, although the size of [name]'s tits is very tempting.

But he is young, and muscular, and pretty, and the newly crowned IWGP Junior Heavyweight Champion.

Who says he has to chose?

[sonomly]

WIP Week Day 7 - Any WIP

@wipweek

I put up a poll to have people vote on tags for potential one shots I could create as a break for my larger fics and event pieces. Of course, people choose the cutest sounding one, so I'll give a little preview of the concept here:

This is for the Hirano to Kagiura fandom.

Characters are Niibashi and Kagiura

Kagiura is setting Niibashi up on a date with someone from the basketball team. Is it Shirahama? Is it nameless basketball player we never see? Who knows! It's not really important WHO it is, but that Niibashi is nervous as hell because he's NEVER been on a date.

The part he keeps freaking out about the most? What if this guy wants to kiss him at the end? Or what if he wants to kiss this guy? Don't people do that at the end of a date?! Like a trial run of if you're a decent kisser???

Niibashi has been watching one too many JDramas. He's in his head. He's telling Kagiura he should just say he's sick. Politely come up with an excuse. Save him and this guy a lot of trouble because Niibashi is probably a dreadful kisser.

Kagiura doubts that.

Niibashi is insistent. Stubborn.

He will prove to Kagiura that he is wrong.

This might be an AU with Kagiura not getting together with Hirano. This may be an adult AU where Hirano is totally okay with all of this because it's just friends being friends. It might be romantic. It might not. It could end up just being hilarious at the end that Niibashi manages to fluster Kagiura.

Oooo... OR... This could always be kissing practice with Kagiura AND Hirano. Kagiura, who is passion incarnate. Hirano, who is detached from the sexuality of it all and just in it for the logistics.

POSSIBILITIES!

Anyway it'll be relatively short and just to blow off some steam. Fluffy crack fun.

[patrebka]

DAY 7 - ANY WIP

it's the last day of holy wip week! time flies! today, I couldn't decide what to post because I really do have one million wips going at all times, so I figured I'd post something relatively new. this is intended as a sequel to the fic I wrote based on tv's yellowstone. this time, from Nolan's pov and back in the era of their youth.

thanks for reading along with anything I posted this week, it was really fun! and if you ever have an urge to discuss any of the fics I posted parts of, or any fic ideas in general of your own, dm me!! omg, let's all be friends forever. Nolan Nation forever.

Yellowstone Prequel That Has No Title ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

"Your dad’s pissed at me," Travis says, later that day, while he’s sweeping out the feed store, Nolan perched on the top post of the fence outside, watching him work.

"What do you mean? Why?"

Nolan could probably guess. He doesn’t know exactly what his dad heard, what he knows, but he’s sure that he’ll know it was Travis in the room with him, even if he didn’t hear anything to confirm that. Who the hell else could it have been?

"I don’t know." Travis shrugs, straightens up and stands still for a second, leans against the broom, keeping it held in place under the toe of his boot. He’s got on the jacket Nolan bought him for his birthday in March, the black duck one, layered overtop of a white shirt, tucked into his jeans, the Junior Rodeo Champion belt buckle he won last year glinting in the warm, orange afternoon sun.

Not for the first time, Nolan wishes he could take a photo of him, to keep for when they’re not playing like this with each other anymore, to remember it all by. In case he ever starts to think that this whole thing between them—Travis in his cowboy gear in the stables, with mud on his jeans and sweat dripping off his brow—must all have been a thick, hot, wet teenage dream.

"He’s just… mad. I don’t know what the hell I did," Travis grumbles.

Nolan swallows down the explanation sitting behind his teeth. He’s not gonna tell Travis that they were heard, that they were very nearly caught.

It’s nearly two years since Travis came to live here, since Nolan and Aimee watched from the porch as he climbed out of G’s truck one evening, all skinny and unwashed, and was led into the house by their dad. Since he sat down at their family dinner table to eat with them—the first and last time that’d ever happen.

It might appear from the outside like Travis is settled and adjusted, now, like he’s a regular mainstay of their lives, working and living here comfortably—but Nolan knows that Travis still feels like an interloper. Still feels like his luck might run out, that there’s something he could still do wrong, some misstep he could take that would find him out on his ass again. He knows this because Travis has told him, whispered it to him late at night in Nolan’s room, or mumbled about it when they’re out by the lake, letting the day die.

Nolan’s always thought it was crazy talk. Just Travis being paranoid. He’s seen how his dad looks at Travis, heard how he talks about him to other people, knows that Travis is exactly the kind of boy that Steve’s always hoped Nolan and his brother would turn out to be. But now he supposes that maybe this—Travis sneaking into the house to put Nolan on his knees at the end of the bed—might be, like, the one thing Travis could do that would actually fuck things up.

"It’s probably nothing," he tells Travis, trying to convince himself of that too. "He’s just—y’know. He’s old. Grumpy."

TK snorts and shakes his head. "Maybe." He pulls the broom back towards him and carries on sweeping. "But your dad’s not like, that old, dude."

"He’s like, 50," Nolan tells him, scrunching his nose up like that’s disgusting, and loving how it feels when Travis laughs at him for it.

[flyingwargle]

wip week day 7: any wip

so, i love alain, a sorta major character in the pokemon xy anime. i always thought he and sycamore were related because they have similar hair color, he worked for him and treated him with such respect - this turned into a headcanon that sycamore adopted him. this is where this fic comes from. unfortunately, only the idea exists and a few snippets, but i think of it often and try to make it work when i can.

gurkinn stepped in, clearing his throat. “before that, i have something to give to alain. did you forget the reason why we’re here, korrina?”

“oh, right! grandpa finished putting together your mega stone and key stone!”

emotion flashed in his dark eyes, the faintest glimmer of fear in the depths. he reached into his pocket to call on his partner, and charizard landed beside him, lowering his head to growl with curiosity. alain rubbed his chin, voice soft as he murmured, “there’s something for you.”

sycamore stepped back for the guru to approach, holding the larger box out. they watched alain hold up the metal neck piece, charizardite x secured in the middle indentation, and wrapped it secured it around his partner’s neck. he stepped back, eyes glowing with an indecipherable emotion.

“it looks good on him!” mairin chirps.

charizard flexed his muscles with a triumphant grin. gurkinn held out the smaller jewelry box toward him, but all alain did was close his fist around it, tucked it in his pocket. no one else seemed to have noticed, occupied with praising charizard for his strength. sycamore caught his eye, simply remained quiet.

at korrina’s insistence, they headed out for dinner to celebrate, an exuberant meal that drew attention from the other patrons because of the collection of titles seated around the table – professor, guru, gym leader, and last year’s kalos league victor. and mairin. (“i’m not just any trainer!” mairin protested. “i helped with the kalos incident, you know!”)

it was dark by the time they exited the restaurant. streetlights illuminated the empty streets, sidewalks occupied by the odd trainer hurrying toward the pokémon center, families returning home after a late excursion. the asphalt remained cracked in certain areas, signs disallowing parking due to construction, and barriers left up for another day of repairs. sycamore hoped he wouldn’t become accustomed to such a sight; it wouldn’t be long before his beloved city would be whole again.

mairin and alain walked ahead of him, her insistent voice echoing through the streets. “what did you use for your key stone? is it another mega ring? i wanna see!"

"no." his tone was firm, hands in his pockets, unfazed by her persistence.

“aw, why not? you used to show it so proudly, but now you don’t want to?”

“it isn’t meant to be for battle, anymore. i’ll mostly use it for research.”

“aww.” her voice was crestfallen. “that means we won’t get to see mega charizard again?”

“once in a while. charizard can’t resist a good battle.”

and neither could you, sycamore thought. he had always known that alain would show interest in battling, even if he were surrounded by research and academia for most of his life. still, to think that he had chosen against the path of a trainer in favor of being a researcher was not one that he expected, at least not yet.

alain drifted back to his side, mairin and chespie marching ahead. sycamore tried to catch his eye, but his assistant remained steadfast, facing forward. “do you…know what i chose to put my key stone in?”

“master gurkinn showed me, yes. it’s odd that there was already a hole for it.”

“yes, well…my parents researched mega evolution. i’m not surprised.” his words were quiet, always shadowed with a concoction of emotions that was never the same twice. there were times when he spoke of his parents with reverence, fondness, yet other times with bitterness and grief. it was easier to not talk about them, he had declared once. sycamore respected his choice, and seldom mentioned them thereafter.

parents, huh… another topic that he seldom spoke about was his guardianship. there were legalities outside of his domain because of his status as legal guardian, although they were moot now that alain was an adult. family had never been a popular topic among them, let alone the past before their paths had been intercepted.

“did korrina mention anything about a mega stone deposit?” sycamore asked.

“briefly. she said it was in unova.”

“it was my colleague who found it, actually. he invited me to take a look, but i’m too busy to take a trip, so i was wondering if you’d…”

“if that’s what you’d like me to do, i’ll gladly do it.”

sycamore raised an eyebrow. “you’re entitled to refusing unsafe work as my assistant, you know.”

“nothing is unsafe for me.” that was true, as much as sycamore loathed to admit. this was the young man who fought against rayquaza, groudon, and kyogre within the same space. alain faced him, his expression as clear as the sky above. “i’ll do it. when do you want me to leave?”

“ah…i’ll need to send a message to my colleague. hopefully in a few days?”

“understood.”

“what’s going on?” mairin joined them, eyes bright. “alain, are you going somewhere?”

as he opened his mouth, sycamore interrupted. “i asked alain to travel to unova to meet one of my colleagues. would you like to come along, mairin?”

“unova? wow, that’s so far away! i’d love to!”

“wouldn’t it be dangerous?” alain asked, glancing in his direction.

“i don’t think so. the offer is to examine the deposit and the mega stones. it’d be great if you could bring one back for research. any that isn’t in our collection would be great.”

mairin tilted her head. “deposit? mega stones? are we looking for them?”

“no, they were discovered in a mountain. i can give you more details tomorrow.” sycamore yawned, raising his hand to hide behind it. “for now, let’s just get some rest.”

“okay!” along with chespie, she raced down the street, the lab growing closer in the distance.

“unova, huh?” alain glanced at the sky, a faraway look in his eyes. “it’s far. i wonder…”

he didn’t finish his sentence, left his words to be carried by the wind. sycamore felt its chill run down his spine, and he also lifted his head toward the stars. what would come out of this excursion? was this ordained by fate, or mere coincidence?

whatever would happen, it was clear that there would be more than met the eye.

[lostnorthwinds]

Oh gods I found out about @wipweek a bit too late. Anyway, here's what I could dig up and update, right at the end of the week.

Day 7: Any WIP

Fandom: Jackpot Crash Course / Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), Benny & Edwin "Eddie" Gates, (In the future) Bet & Forgive Cast & Edwin "Eddie" Gates / Content Warnings: Currently none, but in the future, Injury and blood, someone agonizing on the floor due to said injury

Spoilers for the Vick's Group Route!

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This time, it wasn't like the interviews, where he could stand before a TV and watch Eds make a fool of Cupid with pure rage and 'I don't know!'s.

It had a… Distinct lack of a TV.

You'd think for a game show that they'd let the participants watch the rest of the game and gather enough gossip for the confessionals.

But here they were. A bunch of people crammed into a tiny room waiting for the game to end.

With no access to information besides a tiny LED screen right above where they came from.

He'd like to strangle Cupid.

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Not much, but my plan is to create a Post-Chapter 1 scene, because Eddie really needs medical help, have you seen the size of those spikes? Not even mentioning how the spike collar had to spin so that Sandbag could manhandle him, Eddie would realistically have many more injuries than one would believe. And I don't think B&F will allow him to receive professional help so... Benny and the others will have to deal with this guy in extreme pain and bleeding out on the floor! Yay!

[theskylarkin]

Any WIP

Thanks for hosting this event! It's been cool to see other people's WIPs and very helpful for me to dust the cobwebs off my own WIPs.

For my final WIP of this week, here’s a short snippet of my take on the backstory of minor NPC Gilbert from Bloodborne that I started for some past Whumptober.

Fandom: Bloodborne (Gilbert PoV) Ships: None Content Warnings: Canon-typical mentions of death Word Count: 384

Instead, he faces his last moments confined to his tiny room in this accursed town, with all of its nightmarish sounds… and smells. The putrid incense burning within the little lantern on the other side of the iron bars also wafts through the gap in the window. This distinctively noxious aroma it produces is said to ward off beasts, although Gilbert suspects it would keep any creature with a working nose away. The incense is also supposed to conceal the smells of blood and other bodily fluids that stain the streets during the hunt, but it especially reeks of rotten eggs and weeks-old corpses tonight. Has the stench always been this bad? Or has Gilbert only noticed it recently because his mind has been elsewhere, lost in fever dreams of labyrinthine streets wreathed in flame with the beasts lurking in the thick smoke? Tonight, however, the fog has lessened enough for him to claw his way back to lucidity. From his bed, Gilbert watches the orange hues of dusk painting the sky—bright as the flames of one of the massive pyres no doubt being lit in the main square—fade to black as the full moon rises over the city. Unlike many native Yharnamites, Gilbert does not fear the night and never has, not even when it was him prowling the streets in the service of the Healing Church. Yet the scourge of the beast grows worse with every passing full moon and the ranks of hunters in the city grow thinner as they succumb to the madness. Yharnam itself may be as close to death’s door as he is. His one saving grace, Gilbert thinks, is that this sickness that has afflicted him from birth will surely put an end to him before this town can. As pitiful an end it may be, he would much rather waste away slowly in bed in a haze of delusion and pain as long as his humanity remains mostly intact. The crushing weight rattling about in his chest and the nightmarish visions brought on by the fever pale in comparison to the painful transformation into a mindless beast like the poor damned souls that shuffle past his window in the night, oblivious to (or perhaps in denial of) their sorry state.

[raindoor]

WIP Week Day 6: Any WIP: Excerpt from my novel

For @wipweek Day 7, here is an excerpt from a speculative fiction novel I'm writing.

Genre: science fiction, with some space opera elements

Gen / Gen

Original work (no fandom)

Words: 472

The indicator on the big domelike screen in the control room of the Kehrli ship showed that the intruder shuttle was right here. It was hovering outside the Kehrli ship's docking port. An alarm started to blare. Lim wondered if it meant that the Orbital Security Forces would forcibly dock with the alien vessel.

All at once the radio roared. "Orbital Security Force. Permission to dock requested."

The request sounded rather more like a demand. The circular screens on the wall lit up with symbols. Lim assumed those were Kehrli runes; they stretched out in a blazing ring around the perimeter of the room. The silent glow of the alien script looked more ominous than the radio pronouncement sounded. So the invaders adhered to the formalities of the protocol which required them to translate their commands into the language of the civilization whose ship they were to board. This gave Lim a small hope that they will treat the captives according to the intergalactic conventions.

Secretary Waldhar stayed silent. This was not his ship, after all. It belonged to the Kehrli, Leaf-On-Silence. Lim could not tell what zie was thinking about and whether the dance of zir tendrils meant zie was pondering a decision.

"We are awaiting a response in 30 seconds," the voice sounded again. "After that we will board your ship by force."

Leaf-On-Silence's tendrils twined and untwined rapidly, in a pattern too quick for Lim to follow.

"Permission granted."

Lim figured those words, the human translation of Kehrli language, were broadcast to the invaders outside. She heard them in the auto-translator in her ear.

A series of bangs and clangs reverberated through the walls with such strength that Lim expected the ship to split any moment. Her breath shuddered. Secretary Waldhar looked questioningly at Leaf-On-Silence. The alien said through the auto-translator: "The docking is in progress. We are extruding a tunnel. The shuttle must have a docking ring, which is trying to mate with our tunnel - that's the intergalactic standard."

Secretary Waldhar inhaled and exhaled slowly, with considerable restraint. Lim followed suit. She tried to relax, but zero gravity made it oddly more difficult. She could not go limp like a jellyfish and let gravity drain the tension out of her. She was unhelpfully weightless.

Within minutes several people in spacesuits burst head-first into the great room. The Orbital Security agents' faces were obscured by their helmets. There were protrusions on the sides of their spacesuits, resembling nozzles, and Lim wondered if those were guns. Never before she had felt so vulnerable. The agents seemed ready to blow holes in the ship's walls, if necessary. They would have survived depressurization and would have gone right back to their shuttle and departed. They had a serious advantage over Lim, Secretary Waldhar and Leaf-On-Silence, since the trio was not wearing spacesuits.

[cryingtulips]

@wipweek Day 7: Any WIP

A ALBW/pre-LU ficlet connected to my come home series. It's been a while since I last worked on this 😔 I miss writing these oblivious idiots

“I can hear your thoughts from over here,” a voice startles Ravio, and his head whips to the side of the room. Mr. Hero doesn’t even glance his way, instead focusing on his map, scratch paper beside him as he makes notes of problems he needs to deal with before heading further into the portals. He has a candle on as to not disturb Ravio’s sleep, and as kind as the thought is, the gentle flickering light only draws further attention to the bags under his eyes, to the haunted look in his eyes, and the soul-tired exhaustion carried on his shoulders.

[elfyroot]

DAY 07 | WIP WEEK - Any WIP

For my second repeat I am going to use something that someone can actually go read previous chapters on 😅

Also because writing these two has been delightful. Bringing back my Soldier Boy x Original Female Character work, A Witness To My Crimes.

Summary: Vought sold the world a convincing lie: Soldier Boy was the greatest American hero, and his partner, Cataclysm, was the perfect sidekick. In truth, they were a failed experiment in controlled destruction. Fandom: The Boys (TV 2019) Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death Primary Relationship: Soldier Boy x Original Female Superhero Chapters: 6/12 Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Smut, Porn with Plot, Established Relationship, Jealousy, Drug Use, Revenge, Toxic Relationships, Bruises Are My Foreplay, Unreliable Narrator, No Beta We Die Like Timothy, Bonding Over Trauma, Propaganda, Blood and Gore, PTSD, Human Experimentation, Child Death, Psychological Trauma, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Identity Crisis, Implied Sexual Slavery, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

(for a very nsfw snippet from the same scene, read more)

[callalillywrites]

WIP Week - Honorable WIP Mentions

Today's prompt was Any WIP, but I had to tweak this one, too. Just a tiny bit.

It wouldn't be fair to mention only one more WIP when I have so many and this week has been heavy with MCU characters. So, I figured I should spread some love to some of my other fandoms.

So here are some honorable mentions of WIPs waiting their turns.

Dream Life Series - Jake Jensen x Reader (The Losers)

This is a series of 6 one-shots that are interconnected and tell the story of his falling for a Reader that matches his nerdiness. Each part features a special shirt and takes place within a specific season, complete with a season-related nickname for reader.

You can find a later part already written & posted here.

Yet Unnamed Story - Dean Winchester x Succubus!Reader (Supernatural)

This story follows Succubus!Reader as she seduces Dean in order to gain his help to save her sister from an even bigger, badder monster despite being another type of monster herself that he'd typically hunt. This is one of the few enemies to lovers stories that I have as I typically write strangers to lovers or friends to lovers.

You can find the story that sparked this all here.

Undercover Lover (Working Title) - Derek Morgan x Reader (Criminal Minds)

You and Derek have been tasked with going undercover to help bring down an unsub. While it's not lost on you that Derek doesn't want you as a partner for this, it becomes all too clear why when the two of you fall into the unsub's trap and you're in grave danger.

You can find the inspiration for this growing WIP here.

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There are definitely more that I'm not covering here, but a lot of them are still in the idea stage. I'm looking forward to bringing all of them to life as soon as I'm able though.

I hope you've enjoyed this week's entries as much as I have in creating them.

Thank you to @wipweek for creating this event, and I'm looking forward to participating again in the future.

[fellmama]

WIP Week: June 26: Your Newest WIP

My newest WIP is for a fic exchange and posting it would be cheating, so you get the second-newest. This is standard omegaverse, with one particular twist--in this universe, alphas build the nests.

It starts as a joke, that’s the problem. They’re all just fucking around after practice, and Nate isn’t even really listening as somebody teases Jo about nesting. But then Jo says: “You’ll build me a nest, right, Nate?” and before Nate can even answer, Mackenzie fucking Weegar says, “Are you kidding? Mack probably practices so he can build you the best nest.” So Nate can’t say what he normally would, what he wants to, which is Any time, Joey baby, and instead he has to say, “Fuck off, Weegs,” and then “Actually, I don’t think I’m the nest-building type, Drou.”

“Ever?” Jo asks, big brown eyes full of concern.

“Well, like, maybe someday, when I meet the right omega. When I’m, like, thirty.”

“I’ll build you a nest, Jo!” says Fourns, and Jo says, “You? You can’t even build a pillow fort,” and everybody moves on.

Later, when Nate is driving them home, Jo says, quietly, “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, Nathan. Before.” Nate has to lie again.

“No, no big deal. We’re too young for that shit.”

“Right,” says Jo, too quickly, so Nate has to lie more, because, yeah, they’re too young for, like, courting and biting and mate stuff, but building nests is different.

“I mean, I don’t—I don’t like it. Dynamics shit, you know? It’s creepy, the way everybody expects you to, to scent random chicks in, like, the hall at school.”

“Ugh, yeah.” Nate knew Jo would agree with that; he hates pushy alphas who try to corner him at parties. It never seems to occur to anybody that Nate has no interest in being a pushy alpha. Why would he when Jo is right there, soft and sweet-smelling?

“So yeah, I think I can just, like, wait, you know?” Nate says, hoping he doesn’t smell of lies. It’s not like it’s not true. He’s going to be waiting for Jo for a long time, because they’re going to tear up the NHL before they do all the gross domestic shit like mating and having kids.

“That makes sense,” Jo says, but he doesn’t really sound like he believes it.

[secretsacredscared]

WIP Week

My newest WIP

It's A Nice Man in Montreal . Obvi. I have a few other things percolating, but none of them have words attached quite yet.

Justin laughs about it when Shane tells him about the guest room idea. and Shane almost walks it back, but then he says, "No, I'm flattered. Fucked you so good you couldn't stay awake. A new personal best. The rest of us use a sex towel, but I'm down for your idea. How many beds do you have? Should we try them all?" Shane has four beds and they're definitely going to try them all.

This is just a small amount of chapter 4. Because there's only a small amount of Chapter 4 in existence so far.

I haven't written on this one that much this week because of personal life bullshit, but it's still on my mind and it will be happening. SO THERE. Anyway I wrote approximately 56 words on this today and that's not nothing!

[bruderup]

@wipweek - any WIP

I play too much hoi4 but realized I've barely played the owb mod. Usually I go with Murphy or Hayes but the Moore route is fun too

Also I'll make some edits so it's not a 1:1 match with the mod, but hey, it's fanfic after all, we explore things here!

With her becoming President General Moore, it's time to build an autocracy I guess

[sonomly]

WIP Week Day 6 - Newest WIP

@wipweek

Just to mix it up, I'll talk about the ideas I have rolling around for a Go For it, Nakamura! WIP that is in the works.

Originally I was thinking of making it the ending with Nakamura and Hirose I was hoping for. Something with more hope and reassurance for Nakamura that Hirose has a crush on him and that it isn't a hopeless pursuit to be in love with him. I was frustrated with the ending being so vague and leaving Nakamura falling back onto thinking all he could ever have was to love Hirose from afar. It felt like the message was, it's okay to be gay, but, like, you'll only have friends and have to suffer through crushing on people you'll never obtain.

Then, I wrote a Mukai/Nakamura drabble. A little one-shot. Mukai is one of Hirose's friends who says things that really don't place him in any specific sexuality. He seems very observant and open to any and all relationships. He genuinely asks if his friends are gay when they are just messing around to try and get a girl's attention by attracting her with fujoshi bait.

What if Mukai had a thing for Nakamura?

He watches Nakamura pine for Hirose. He recognizes it. It's obvious to him, while Hirose is seemingly oblivious.

He becomes frustrated as he sees Nakamura tag along to some of their friend hangouts and Hirose does things that can be misinterpreted. It's not malicious on Hirose's part, but Mukai sees how much this makes Nakamura rise and fall with hope day in and day out.

Mukai confesses to Nakamura in a frustrated monologue about how he deserves more than to keep chasing after someone who isn't really interested in romance. It's not that Hirose is a bad guy, but Mukai is sick of watching Nakamura degrade himself. HE likes Nakamura. HE wants to take Nakamura on a date. He's just never wanted to play second fiddle to a crush that Nakamura is obsessed with.

There's something better, and Mukai wants to be that.

I think THIS is the ending I've been looking for. Much more satisfying if using the canon of the show. Hirose seems so confused about whether he likes anyone at all, that I could see him coming to the conclusion that he actually isn't interested in saying ANYONE, and instead becomes a support for Mukai and Nakamura to become a thing, giving Nakamura that hopeless romance he's always dreamed of.