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a_phoenixdragon, When you see this, share 3 random snippets from 3 WIPs
So, I had a stupid little argument with myself over whether or not to do the "I'm really proud of the snippet. You liked it? Well, tough luck sucker because that's all I have written of that fic" version of this meme, but I drew the line.
These are all from stories that are at least 80% done andmay will surface not too long from now.
An Accidental Engagement (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin)
Kili squirmed slightly in his seat and finally said, just a little too casually, “Say, Bilbo- when you visited Uncle Thorin the other night, what was that book you had with you?”
For a moment, Bilbo was torn between his desire to tell more people about his chronicle- he had wanted Thorin to be the first, but that was done now, and he was so very proud of it- and his suspicion that Kili was up to something. Finally, he said, “It’s something I’ve been working on, for Thorin. It’s a… a chronicle. Of our adventure.” He thought that it would be fine thing for Thorin to have, but then he wondered if it was an appropriate gift for a king. “That is… right, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Kili said eagerly. He was practically glowing. “Since you’re not one for dwarven crafts, it's perfectly appropriate. It’s a work of your hands and a very symbolic one too. Perfect.”
Something Blue (Once Upon a Time, Belle/Rumplestiltskin, Doctor Who AU sequel)
Rumplestiltskin had had stranger days, though he couldn’t really think of an example now. He added a little cream to his tea and wondered- certainly not for the first time and probably not for the last either- if he was really doing this. From the kitchen in the apartment, he could see the table where Jefferson, Aurora and Mulan were debating their next move, and all of them were... so much more together than him. So much more... important. He didn't know what he could possibly add to the proceedings- but he'd thought that ever since he met the Librarian, and she- he wasn't going to think about her.
With only a hint of reluctance, he took his tea and joined the others. Mulan was handling the whole thing like she did everything else- as though it was a military campaign- while Aurora was just trying soothe everyone and keep the conversation on a personal level. Under the circumstances, Rumplestiltskin agreed with her. The first thing he said when he sat down was, “The biggest problem, as I see it, is the fiancée.”
Aurora nodded seriously.
“Really?” Jefferson asked. “Because I’ve detected five or six other problems.”
“Of course there are other problems,” Mulan agreed. “But all of them would be much easier to solve if Rumplestiltskin was in a position to find the Librarian's watch and convince her to open it- which is unlikely when the fiancée is with her everywhere she goes.”
"I could go back in time and make sure this Gaston character is never born," Jefferson offered. Aurora looked appropriately shocked, and Mulan patted her hand. Rumplestiltskin remembered how hesitant the Librarian had always been to repair Jefferson's wrist strap. Now he understood why.
"Remind me never to cross you," he said.
The Three Curses (The Musketeers, Aramis/Athos/Porthos + Constance/d'Artagnan, Fairytale AU)
Athos stroked Aramis’ cheek briefly and then returned his attention to d’Artagnan and Constance. “We,” he signed, “have already wasted enough time.”
“Well,” d’Artagnan started. “We could always take him with us. Glass coffins are a very 'in' mode of transportation these days, and we know a couple of dwarves who-”
Porthos growled.
Constance rolled her eyes. “D’Artagnan is joking,” she said. “The new moon is tonight. There is no reason why we shouldn’t wait and see if the counter-spell works. It’s been days since we set out and even longer since the queen was taken. One more night won’t hurt. It’s all right.”
Athos mouthed, “Thank you,” and Porthos looked- for a bear- reasonably mollified.
Look, they even have titles! (I'm so bad at titles it's not even funny)
a_phoenixdragon, When you see this, share 3 random snippets from 3 WIPsSo, I had a stupid little argument with myself over whether or not to do the "I'm really proud of the snippet. You liked it? Well, tough luck sucker because that's all I have written of that fic" version of this meme, but I drew the line.
These are all from stories that are at least 80% done and
An Accidental Engagement (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin)
Kili squirmed slightly in his seat and finally said, just a little too casually, “Say, Bilbo- when you visited Uncle Thorin the other night, what was that book you had with you?”
For a moment, Bilbo was torn between his desire to tell more people about his chronicle- he had wanted Thorin to be the first, but that was done now, and he was so very proud of it- and his suspicion that Kili was up to something. Finally, he said, “It’s something I’ve been working on, for Thorin. It’s a… a chronicle. Of our adventure.” He thought that it would be fine thing for Thorin to have, but then he wondered if it was an appropriate gift for a king. “That is… right, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Kili said eagerly. He was practically glowing. “Since you’re not one for dwarven crafts, it's perfectly appropriate. It’s a work of your hands and a very symbolic one too. Perfect.”
Bilbo glanced at Fili for confirmation, and found him unusually pale. But then, Kili was elbowing him rather hard and perhaps in a place that it was still tender. “Yes,” Fili agreed at last, and conjured a slow smile. “It’s appropriate.”
“Good,” Bilbo said, hesitantly. He got the oddest sense that more had happened than he realized.Something Blue (Once Upon a Time, Belle/Rumplestiltskin, Doctor Who AU sequel)
Rumplestiltskin had had stranger days, though he couldn’t really think of an example now. He added a little cream to his tea and wondered- certainly not for the first time and probably not for the last either- if he was really doing this. From the kitchen in the apartment, he could see the table where Jefferson, Aurora and Mulan were debating their next move, and all of them were... so much more together than him. So much more... important. He didn't know what he could possibly add to the proceedings- but he'd thought that ever since he met the Librarian, and she- he wasn't going to think about her.
With only a hint of reluctance, he took his tea and joined the others. Mulan was handling the whole thing like she did everything else- as though it was a military campaign- while Aurora was just trying soothe everyone and keep the conversation on a personal level. Under the circumstances, Rumplestiltskin agreed with her. The first thing he said when he sat down was, “The biggest problem, as I see it, is the fiancée.”
Aurora nodded seriously.
“Really?” Jefferson asked. “Because I’ve detected five or six other problems.”
“Of course there are other problems,” Mulan agreed. “But all of them would be much easier to solve if Rumplestiltskin was in a position to find the Librarian's watch and convince her to open it- which is unlikely when the fiancée is with her everywhere she goes.”
"I could go back in time and make sure this Gaston character is never born," Jefferson offered. Aurora looked appropriately shocked, and Mulan patted her hand. Rumplestiltskin remembered how hesitant the Librarian had always been to repair Jefferson's wrist strap. Now he understood why.
"Remind me never to cross you," he said.
The Three Curses (The Musketeers, Aramis/Athos/Porthos + Constance/d'Artagnan, Fairytale AU)
Athos stroked Aramis’ cheek briefly and then returned his attention to d’Artagnan and Constance. “We,” he signed, “have already wasted enough time.”
“Well,” d’Artagnan started. “We could always take him with us. Glass coffins are a very 'in' mode of transportation these days, and we know a couple of dwarves who-”
Porthos growled.
Constance rolled her eyes. “D’Artagnan is joking,” she said. “The new moon is tonight. There is no reason why we shouldn’t wait and see if the counter-spell works. It’s been days since we set out and even longer since the queen was taken. One more night won’t hurt. It’s all right.”
Athos mouthed, “Thank you,” and Porthos looked- for a bear- reasonably mollified.
Look, they even have titles! (I'm so bad at titles it's not even funny)
