WIP folder meme

[luzula]

I can't resist the "content of WIP folder" meme, so here it is. I also have a long list of story ideas, but those aren't included here since I haven't actually written anything on them yet.

• climbing equipment porn (This is a short PWP wherein I try to maneuver Fraser and Kowalski into having sex while wearing climbing equipment.)


• darwin (A little ficlet from the time when I was lurking in Good Omens fandom (before I got into due South) that I found recently on an old computer. It's a little historical snippet where Darwin appears and Aziraphale and Crowley discuss creationism, but probably I will never post it. OTOH, I don't want to throw it away either.)


• first posting (The story of Fraser's first posting. It's a sequel to Leaving Home and Depot. There are only 1350 words written, though, and the finished story would be around 10,000 words. Not working actively on this one right now.)


• fraser-kowalski-smithbauer (A smutty Fraser/Kowalski/Smithbauer story I wrote that's been through beta, but which has problems. Someday I might fix them.)


• gk snippet (A short Generation Kill story that's halfway written. It's preslash Brad/Nate. Might be finished someday if I find the inspiration, who knows?)


• in your boots (This is a Fraser/Thatcher genderfuck story where Fraser turns into a woman. I like it a lot, but I got stuck on the casefic aspects.)


• iowa (Femslash story based on the Dar Williams song "Iowa". I started writing it when I saw that it was nominated for Yuletide, but then I got assigned something else and had to write that. I like it, and will hopefully finish it.)


• nw passage (This is just a bunch of notes so far. It's a historical AU where Fraser and Kowalski end up on Amundsen's journey through the Northwest Passage. Will be written in journal form.)


• push and pull (A sequel to Accidental Bonding, which is an F/K superpower AU. Will hopefully be finished soon.)


• sleeping beauty in space (What it says on the tin--basically an SF AU for the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty. And no, that won't be the title. This is about halfway written, and I'm fond of it, so it'll hopefully be finished some day.)


• snippet (Two half-done and half-abandoned snippets for dsc6dsnippets. One is Bob and Buck, the other Fraser and Victoria.)


• under the mountain (An original fic--sort of a post-apocalyptic fairy tale. The first draft is done and it's currently in beta.)

If any of these intrigue you, ask and I'll post a little bit of it.

Comments

[brigantine]

*raises hand* If you happen to find yourself sitting around thinking, "You know, I am super in the mood to finish a story on this WIP list," may I cast a vote for "Sleeping Beauty in space" or "Under the mountain"?

Both of those loudly dinged my "Oh, really???" bells. :D

[luzula]

I am pleased that you picked the two original fics! Well, okay, the Sleeping Beauty isn't strictly original fic, but it might as well be--it's wandered a long way off from the fairy tale. It started with the idea: what if the hundred years' sleep was hibernation on a space ship? The other story, "Under the Mountain", will hopefully be posted fairly soon, unless my betas find major flaws in it.

Here's a bit from the Sleeping Beauty in space story:

***

It was a girl.

Or it would have been. The man who would have been her father read the message again, then wordlessly handed the reading pad to the woman beside him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he said, his voice low and defeated.

She read the short, officially encrypted message, then made a low sound and hugged her rounded belly protectively. "No."

"Why didn't you?" he repeated.

"I was only seventeen. I didn't even keep him. And I had a different name then, in a different country. I didn't think they'd know."

"Of course they know," he said bitterly. He took the reading pad again, needing to see it in black and white:

Records indicate that you have already given birth to a child. Therefore you are required to abort your current pregnancy, according to paragraph 1.3 of the Population Restriction Law. For questions, please turn to your local government office.

***

"Look, if everyone had an exception, where would we be?" The official looked tired, yet sympathetic, as she sat behind her desk. She sounded as though she had said the same thing many times before.

"I know, but...she was so young!" the man said, even knowing that it was hopeless.

"It's still the law. Every country ratified the population treaty back in '29, you know that," the official said patiently. But something about the couple sitting in front of her, the woman with her hand on her belly, must have moved her.

"There is one solution I can offer you," she said. The sun shone in through the window, and in that moment the man thought that her blond hair glowed around her, as if she were an angel of mercy. But she held up her hand.

"Don't thank me yet. It's not a particularly good deal." She pressed a few buttons on the keyboard in front of her, looking like a middle-aged government official once more. "You could keep her for now, but at the age of five, you'd have to give her up to the space program. She'd be trained from an early age, and when she's grown up, she'd leave on one of the interstellar exploration flights. You'd never see her again."

She turned the screen towards them, to show them the fine print: the fetus would have to pass a strict genetic examination in order to qualify, and would be subjected to certain treatments in utero.

They looked at each other. Five years were better than none.

And she would live.

[mizface]

OH! Now *I* want this finished too, luz! You've totally hooked me. Completely and utterly.

*waits patiently*

[luzula]

Oh, cool! *beams*

I will definitely finish it someday. Of course, my first priority right now is to get the Accidental Bonding sequel done (oh, and it now has a title: "Push and Pull").

[mergatrude]

Me too!!!!

[luzula]

Oh, yay! Thanks for the encouragement.

[wintercreek]

Like everyone else, I am now completely hooked on the Sleeping Beauty in Space story. However, I'll ask for a snippet of "in your boots" because that sounds awesome too!

[luzula]

Yay, I'm glad you like the Sleeping Beauty in Space story! A snippet from "In Your Boots" coming right up:

***

Out on the street, I feel grateful for the first time for the anonymity of the city. No one knows me, no one sees that I've changed, and I only get a few glances for my ill-fitting clothes. I must look like a bag lady, I realize, someone who scrounges for throwaway clothes in containers.

At the entrance to the Consulate, I hesitate, then begin to unlock the door. I am not the first to arrive, though--there is a light under Inspector Thatcher's door, although Turnbull is nowhere in sight. Best to get this over with. I take a deep breath and knock firmly on her door.

"Yes?" she replies.

"Sir. I respectfully request to speak with you."

"Who is this?" The door opens, and she stares at me. I am no longer taller than her, I realize--I'd instinctively looked down, but her eyes meet mine at the same height. She's impeccably dressed, as always. "Who are you?"

I straighten my spine. "I'm Constable Fraser, sir. I'm afraid I woke up like this. Or, not exactly like this, but, well. As a woman, sir. I apologize for being out of uniform."

Her eyes widen. I don't think I've seen her lost for words before. Finally she pinches her hand, presumably to see if she's dreaming, and then shakes her head. "In my office, Constable."

Behind her desk, she regains her considerable poise. "How did this happen?"

"I'm afraid I don't know, sir. But I intend to find out."

"I certainly hope so. In the meantime, I expect you to do your duties."

"Of course, sir. Although I'm afraid my uniform doesn't fit."

She taps a pen against her lips. "Perhaps you could borrow one of mine. We do seem to be much the same size. Although--Constable, you do realize that you need a, well..." She gestures helplessly toward my chest.

"The proper sort of underwear, sir?" My cheeks are hot.

"Yes, that." I hear the front door opening, and she turns away with visible relief. "Turnbull!"

"Sir? Yes, sir?" He appears at the door, saluting. "What can I do for you this fine day?"

"Turnbull, this is Constable Fraser. Except he's--she's a woman now."

"Sir! I wasn't aware that you were planning on changing your sex. May I extend my congratulations, if that is appropriate? Although...your uniform, sir?" He looks scandalized at the state of my clothes.

"It's not intentional, Turnbull. And I hope it's only temporary, although it's too early to tell at this juncture."

"Very well, sir."

Inspector Thatcher takes over. "I have a task for you, Turnbull. Go out and buy proper underwear and some other clothes for Constable Fraser. I certainly can't have him, I mean her, be seen in this state."

"Yes, sir. What size should I buy?"

She sighs impatiently, handing me a measuring tape from one of her drawers. "Go and take your measurements, Constable."

Her gaze flickers down to my chest, where the jacket hangs open. "And I believe those need cup size C. Or possibly D."

In my office, I measure my height and my circumference at waist, hips, and chest. I write them down on a piece of paper for Turnbull, who seems awed at the importance of his mission. "Sir? What style would you prefer?"

"Something plain and practical, please. And if you could keep the reason for your purchases quiet, I'd be much obliged."

He straightens. "Mum's the word! I certainly won't let them know I'm buying it for a woman, sir. Or a man."

[lyr]

The two fairy tale type things interest me the most, especially that last one. I have a weakness for apocafic.

[luzula]

I agree, apocafic can be really interesting. Anyway, that last one will hopefully be posted soon, unless my betas find major things that need fixing. I'm excited about it, because it's the first original fic I write.