WIPs Meme
Taken from anjali_organna. It’s a meme where you do snippets of your fanfic WIPs. Sounded like fun (and to show that I am working, slowly but surely, on the things I need to do.)
Now #4 & 5 are just kind of thrown in there for fun, but I’m unsure if they’ll ever be finished. And then, there are other WIPs that aren’t included, either because I decided that I might never do them (I’ve lost interest, got severely jossed, etc) or merely because I just don’t have much of anything concrete and in writing (like a possible Swordsman 2 - although that’s down on the list of priorities).
1) Freefall to Fate: Chapter 5 - I do have every intention of finishing this series. It’s just going to take awhile.
“What are you doing here, Guinevere? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the wedding?”
“Father, I need to talk to you.”
Uther nodded and motioned for her to sit while he finished his breakfast. “Yes?”
“I don’t think I can go through with this wedding, father.”
He chuckled and patted her hand. “You’re just nervous, Gwen. Many brides get this way.”
2) A Pirate’s Life For Me: Chapter 2 - I also intend to eventually finish this. But it will also take awhile.
“Morgana!” she gasped.
“Yes, Gwen. It’s me.”
Gwen eyed the sword still pointed at her, noting how she did not lower it. “So it is true? That you’re really the pirate and you put a pistol to Arthur’s head?”
Morgana rolled her eyes. “You honestly think I would have pulled the trigger? That I could have killed Arthur? Now Uther, maybe. -”
“But you don’t deny being a pirate? How could you, Morgana? You know what pirates did to my mother!”
“And I am sorry for that. But not all pirates are like that. You would be surprised who else in your life could be a pirate.”
3) Arthur is an male escort; Gwen is his madam - For Gwen Battle. - This is already late :( And I’m just having massive writer’s block. At this point I don’t even know if I’ll rework the entire <200 words that I have and start anew. So the following bit may get nixed.
Arthur Pendragon used to really like his job. Getting paid to sleep with women? Not a bad gig. And it’s not like they were all trolls as people might think. The women’s looks really had nothing to do with them wanting a male escort. Sometimes they’re lonely married women with husbands that have already strayed on their own. Or business women who spend too much of their time working instead of trying to date (among other things). And other times they’re just looking for a little attention that a lot of guys just don’t pay them - because men in Arthur’s profession put the woman’s pleasure first, always.
4) Shapeshifter!Arthur - This was a completely random thought over the summer, where a shapeshifter (a la the ones in Supernatural) comes to Camelot. (By the way, anyone happen to know of an Old English word for or a Celtic mythological version of a shapeshifter?) Oh yeah, and Gwen immediately knows something’s wrong :) No idea if it will ever amount to something.
[Arthur wakes up in dank cell underground, sees figure of a man.]
“Who are you?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” the imposter asked, stepping into the torchlight and stretching out his arms to invite a good look at him. “I’m Arthur Pendragon.”
He - or perhaps even it - smirked. “Ah, yes. I believe I am what is called a ___ in the Old language. I was born this way. Always putting on other people’s faces; not knowing if I’ve ever had one of my own. And as long I wear their face, I can access their mind. It's the only reason you’re still alive.”
[…]
“When I saw you, it seemed like a golden opportunity, being a king.”
“I’m a prince.”
“Not once your father dies,” the imposter said coolly. “I did consider being him, too. But why not just spring for the younger model?”
5) Uther, Gwen, and bb!Pendragon - Gwen and Arthur are married (with Uther’s reluctant approval - you’ll just have to go with me on why he would ever allow it) and just had their first child. Takes place relatively right after Gwen’s given birth and Uther’s a bit woobie over his grand!bb. Another fic where I have no idea if it will ever amount to anything.
The king nodded his gratitude before his attention returned to his grandson. “He’s beautiful,” Uther said softly, before giving her a gentle smile. “Like his mother.”
“And Arthur,” she replied, unsure of how to take one of Uther’s few compliments for her.
Uther ran his finger over his grandson’s cheek. “Yes, and Arthur got it from his mother.”
Gwen noticed how his voice shook slightly over the last few words. Uther turned away from her, as she guessed, to hide his face. She let him have his time, knowing that holding a newborn in his arms must bring back memories of how Arthur’s birth had been so tainted by the misery of Igraine’s death.
Now #4 & 5 are just kind of thrown in there for fun, but I’m unsure if they’ll ever be finished. And then, there are other WIPs that aren’t included, either because I decided that I might never do them (I’ve lost interest, got severely jossed, etc) or merely because I just don’t have much of anything concrete and in writing (like a possible Swordsman 2 - although that’s down on the list of priorities).
1) Freefall to Fate: Chapter 5 - I do have every intention of finishing this series. It’s just going to take awhile.
“What are you doing here, Guinevere? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the wedding?”
“Father, I need to talk to you.”
Uther nodded and motioned for her to sit while he finished his breakfast. “Yes?”
“I don’t think I can go through with this wedding, father.”
He chuckled and patted her hand. “You’re just nervous, Gwen. Many brides get this way.”
2) A Pirate’s Life For Me: Chapter 2 - I also intend to eventually finish this. But it will also take awhile.
“Morgana!” she gasped.
“Yes, Gwen. It’s me.”
Gwen eyed the sword still pointed at her, noting how she did not lower it. “So it is true? That you’re really the pirate and you put a pistol to Arthur’s head?”
Morgana rolled her eyes. “You honestly think I would have pulled the trigger? That I could have killed Arthur? Now Uther, maybe. -”
“But you don’t deny being a pirate? How could you, Morgana? You know what pirates did to my mother!”
“And I am sorry for that. But not all pirates are like that. You would be surprised who else in your life could be a pirate.”
3) Arthur is an male escort; Gwen is his madam - For Gwen Battle. - This is already late :( And I’m just having massive writer’s block. At this point I don’t even know if I’ll rework the entire <200 words that I have and start anew. So the following bit may get nixed.
Arthur Pendragon used to really like his job. Getting paid to sleep with women? Not a bad gig. And it’s not like they were all trolls as people might think. The women’s looks really had nothing to do with them wanting a male escort. Sometimes they’re lonely married women with husbands that have already strayed on their own. Or business women who spend too much of their time working instead of trying to date (among other things). And other times they’re just looking for a little attention that a lot of guys just don’t pay them - because men in Arthur’s profession put the woman’s pleasure first, always.
4) Shapeshifter!Arthur - This was a completely random thought over the summer, where a shapeshifter (a la the ones in Supernatural) comes to Camelot. (By the way, anyone happen to know of an Old English word for or a Celtic mythological version of a shapeshifter?) Oh yeah, and Gwen immediately knows something’s wrong :) No idea if it will ever amount to something.
[Arthur wakes up in dank cell underground, sees figure of a man.]
“Who are you?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” the imposter asked, stepping into the torchlight and stretching out his arms to invite a good look at him. “I’m Arthur Pendragon.”
He - or perhaps even it - smirked. “Ah, yes. I believe I am what is called a ___ in the Old language. I was born this way. Always putting on other people’s faces; not knowing if I’ve ever had one of my own. And as long I wear their face, I can access their mind. It's the only reason you’re still alive.”
[…]
“When I saw you, it seemed like a golden opportunity, being a king.”
“I’m a prince.”
“Not once your father dies,” the imposter said coolly. “I did consider being him, too. But why not just spring for the younger model?”
5) Uther, Gwen, and bb!Pendragon - Gwen and Arthur are married (with Uther’s reluctant approval - you’ll just have to go with me on why he would ever allow it) and just had their first child. Takes place relatively right after Gwen’s given birth and Uther’s a bit woobie over his grand!bb. Another fic where I have no idea if it will ever amount to anything.
The king nodded his gratitude before his attention returned to his grandson. “He’s beautiful,” Uther said softly, before giving her a gentle smile. “Like his mother.”
“And Arthur,” she replied, unsure of how to take one of Uther’s few compliments for her.
Uther ran his finger over his grandson’s cheek. “Yes, and Arthur got it from his mother.”
Gwen noticed how his voice shook slightly over the last few words. Uther turned away from her, as she guessed, to hide his face. She let him have his time, knowing that holding a newborn in his arms must bring back memories of how Arthur’s birth had been so tainted by the misery of Igraine’s death.