Here's [a meme] where I'll post the working title of a story, and the first sentence paragraph or two, for my most current WIPs. No pairing or summary info.
...yeah, some of these are progressing more than others. I had to grab from the middle of a few, since they're still in outline format.
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philomytha wrote letters to each WIP, which was cleverer and more entertaining than this, but mine keep turning into rants, so!
Unlettered (the one that isn't fanfic):
Henry Blackwater’s library was a source of mingled awe and comfort to his two daughters.
"The Once and Future Historian" (the one with metadivergence points--lines taken from the middle):
“That is the single most ridiculous thing I’ve heard since I got back.”
“Quite right,” Ned said with an agreeable nod. “Hold out for Knight Commander, is what I say.”
“What am I meant to do with an OBE?”
“I’m not sure one does anything with it—”
“All I managed to accomplish on my last drop was to spend four months tripping over rubble in St. Paul’s. If they want to pin a badge on anyone, it ought to be Colin.”
"Everything is Backstory" (the one I'm revising from the kink meme):
There’s a list on the refrigerator door. She started it at the very beginning, the morning she joined him in the kitchen to the mingled aromas of embalming fluid and dark-roasted Nicaraguan breakfast blend, so the first item is “Ingest anything that smells of cadavers.”
Blind Jump (the futurefic with Nikki POV and loads of Cordelia):
Nikki lay on his back. The dew collecting on Sergyar’s golden grasses had begun to soak through his tunic, but he didn’t mind. It was a warm evening. The distant lights of Rosemont’s Landing were hidden behind the slope they’d just climbed, and the sky was so clear it was like looking at an educational holovid. No labels, but he had his own personal narrator lying right beside him.
"What to Expect When You're" (the one where Laisa throws a tea party):
It was no surprise that being engaged to Miles Vorkosigan came with a whole set of challenges, but Ekaterin thought it rather unfair that in addition to all those caused by being Miles’ fiancée, which were many and varied but such as she could accept with a light heart in her current state of besotted excitement, she had to deal with those caused by being the future Lady Vorkosigan. She thought she’d been getting much better at taking up space, at stretching her arms out without wanting to snatch them back for fear they’d run smack into walls; it was ridiculous to find it so much harder now that she’d been presented with walls placed so much farther apart.
"A Centurion and a Gentleman" (the one where Rory Williams and James Dunworthy go for a pint in the middle of the Blitz):
“Are you sure we’re in the twenty-first century?”
“Oxford University in 2013. The birth of human time travel—exploration, academic curiosity, and altogether a really, really bad idea. Fantastic stuff.”
“Only there’s a bloke in a straw boater and a moustache hiding behind these curtains.”
"The Emperor's Wedding Night" (the one where Attolia and Barrayar resort to bedroom politics):
On his wedding night, the emperor of four worlds gazed into the eyes of his bride, and then he ducked.
Untitled casefic (excerpt from the middle, because I don't have a beginning):
“I recognise Narita is a colleague of yours,” Sherlock said testily, “but you can’t tell me it’s impossible, for example, that he gave Harrow a fatal dose of pentobarbital while you were out.”
“Yes, I can; and it wasn’t a barbiturate, it was morphine,” Jo said.
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