February Fic Roundup

[kellifer]

-- Completed fic --

One? Now that's just not cricket!*

it's guy love (between two guys) - RPS, Jared/Jensen.

* I'm not including Shut In because it's not finished.

-- In Progress --

1. j2_everafter fic. Robin Hood.

Progress - Three sections still. I haven't made much progress but I plan to get a ton of writing done on the weekend (after I see Watchmen, woo!!!) because I want to have a quiet, hermit-y weekend.

"Jensen!" Mrs Rabbit gasps and then her gaze swings back towards the door, fearing that Sherriff might have lingered. "You know it's not safe for you this close to the city."

"But I really needed a bunny-squish," Jensen says, voice muffled because both of Bunny's skinny arms are wrapped firmly around Jensen's head. "There's no where else I can get one."

Mrs Rabbit sighs and then smiles. "It's good to see you," she relents, when Jensen lean sideways and press lips to her cheek when he's able to untangle Bunny and hold him upside down by the ankles. "Is everything alright?"

2. Sweet Charity fic - SGA, AU, John/Rodney, Ronon.

Progress: Okay, this is definitely one of my weekend projects. At least I know how it's going to end now.

3. Keptverse fic - Milo/Adrian, reference to Milo/Jared

Status: No progress whatsoever again...*sadface* I'm also wondering how I can sneak Justin Long into the story... heh.

4. spn_j2_bigbang - Still that same 3k written but I've written the next section in my head and have some idea about the basic rest of it. I really need to write an outline for once.

5. HP/SPN crossover.

Status: Yep, it's officially gone on the list. I'm doomed.

The next morning, Sam gets unceremoniously yanked out of his bed by one foot. He fights his way out of a tangle of blankets to stare blearily up at Dean who looks... purple.

"Just what the ever-living fuck Sam?" Dean grates out, leaning forward to snag the back of Sam's t-shirt and yank him to his feet. The only thing he does when Sam's shirt rips at the collar is change his grip to the back of Sam's neck and propel Sam out of the motel room into the parking lot.

For a second, all Sam can do is blink as the sun breaks over the horizon at the forty or so owls perched on the Impala, all with what looks like the same envelopes as the one he received the day before, in their beaks.

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[charis-kalos.livejournal.com]

HP/SPN crossover.

Hooray! Yay! You writing this is making me very, very, VERY happy!

*sends your muse lots of butterbeer and pizza*