ficcage in progress

[aeroport_art]

The Telegram. 1910!AU, Sam/Dean, 15k words and counting.

"Sam’s protestations slip away unnoticed as he is jostled through the crowd of well-dressed gentlemen and handsome women in every state of relation (and inebriation, as the hotel boasts a wide selection of liquors and wine). Businessmen cluster within their respective occupations; young ladies are paraded off their mother’s arms like porcelain dolls in splendid gowns of silk and chiffon. The more audacious young men and women gambol about in groups of mixed sexes, while neighboring persons watch on with ill-disguised suspicion. All the while, a lively mazurka continues un-ceasingly on the center floor, where couples spin around each other in perfect, lilting time."

Still chugging along. Should be ready by June, in time for spn_j2_bigbang.


Untitled (aka shrink!fic). Sam/Dean, ~4k words.
'“There isn’t much to hear about,” Sam replies. “He was just.” Frowns. Tries again, “He was everything, but not enough. Not enough to share, at least. And between us, between me and my Dad, it wasn’t me who won. So here I am.” Sam wipes his palm against his thigh. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got a class to make. Think I’m already late.”'

Reaction against the former, this is my procrastination piece for when I can't write anymore turn-of-the-century babble. Features lots of dialogue and the picking apart of Sam's brain, Stanford-era. Will be finished and posted any day now.


Untitled (aka Sky in a Box v2.0). Jensen/Jared, 20k words.

"The act of breathing lulls the two in like lapping waves and Jensen slowly drifts in. With mounting embarrassment, Jared looks down but when he sees the faint yet unmistakable peaks of Jensen’s stiffened nipples through thin white fabric, mortification quivers through him. Jared’s eyes shoot back up and he knows, bloody hell, that there’s a guilty flush working over his face despite the chill in the air."

Sound familiar? This is actually the SPN uni!AU I wrote a year back. I've been guilting over leaving it unfinished for ages now, always meaning to tie up loose ends and convert it to J2 (don't even ask me why I went with Sam/Dean in the first place, I don't know what I was thinking. It's straight up made to be J2). Finally got off my ass last night to start revisions, but I have no idea when I'll be done with it. Could be tomorrow, could be never.

I've been writing again :D Took a few months for the muse to kick in again, but I'm back! Hope it lasts. *crosses fingers*

Comments

[deadbeat-nymph.livejournal.com]

Oooh! It's wonderful to read these snippets and know that more is on the way.

I'm especially excited about 'The Telegram' - that's the San Francisco one you've been working for a long time, right?

And the shrink fic one I can't wait to read. It's very intriguing.

Yays for you writing!

[aeroport_art.livejournal.com]

Aww, you're such a sweetie!! You're always so encouraging, hon ;_; I super appreciate it. You always give the awesomest, thinky feedback <3 <3

[deadbeat-nymph.livejournal.com]

Aww, now it's my turn to ;_;

[tabularassa.livejournal.com]

If I ever heard Jared speak in a British accent, I would die of an explosive orgasm...:D

[aeroport_art.livejournal.com]

Lol, well maybe if you just read Jared with a British accent, you'll get the explosive orgasm without the dying. <3

[tabularassa.livejournal.com]

But I wanna HEAR it! lmao

[honeymull.livejournal.com]

*claps* Wonderful! I'm looking forward to all of these - they sound fantastic. :)

[aeroport_art.livejournal.com]

Wheee thanks hon! I hope they live up to your expectations o_o