I do technically have a piece of fanfic typed up in rough, but at the moment it is probably very rough and it’s for Dracula (TV 1968), which is to say, of interest to basically one person I know on Dreamwidth anyway.

So, pending intoabar or something, have more of the Edward/Julia Austerity AU:

“I don’t know,” said Julia, looking over at Edward, carefully ironing the laughter out of her face.  “Mrs Donnelly has strict rules about gentleman callers.”

“Miss Graves, I shall call for you around ten past seven in the morning. Mrs Donnelly will not object, I’m sure.”

My fanfic WIPs are currently exchange stories and AU snippets, but I’ve returned to typing up one of my longer origfic stories for rainbowfic, another Edward/Julia AU for Divide & Rule.  This is slightly over six sentences (maths has never been my strong point), and, yes it’s going exactly where it sounds like it’s going. ;-p

“Well, I think that you should marry Julia,” said Hanne, causing him to come close to dropping the already battered office tea-cups and saucers.  “No, no – don’t say a word.  Of course, you’ll need to meet her again properly, and after that, you’ll need to win her over, but I’m sure you can.”

At the moment, in non-secret WIPs, I still just have my latest bit of origfic for hc_bingo and rainbowfic (so it is sort of fannish), so have some more of my very exciting Austerity Britain Edward/Julia AU. 

(I mean, at the end someone will fall into a largeish hole!  And, um, there will be trains and typing and complaints about rationing.  Oh, and a village fete.  With cake.)

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“Yes,” said Julia.  “You want me to write a letter, you said?  Shall we get on with it?”

Edward looked round the darkened file room and then back at her and nodded. “If you don’t mind me dictating, of course.”

I was tagged by @captain-aralias and, again, the only WIP I have is a piece of origfic for rainbowfic.

It’s not even quite six sentences, although if you count the date, it’s five. 

<i>1940</i>

Jack writes.  He writes in pencil – he’s not yet graduated to pen and ink – and fills the lined English exercise book with stilted accounts of the weekend in his neatest handwriting.

At home, he stains his fingers with ink when Mother isn’t looking, and writes out lurid adventures of a soldier, too busy for legibility.

He writes.

As usual, my one WIP is random origfic for rainbowfic.  This one is longer, but what I’ve written so far needs to be completely rewritten.  However, these six sentences are from the bit that is probably going to stay in some form:

Once the study had emptied out, Julia, still hanging back by the door, gave him a wary look.  “Mr Iveson?”

“I have a solution,” said John.  “Or at least, a potential solution.  It may not suit you, both your mother said you were working for a typing pool?”

I am never going to have an appropriate WIP for this meme, am I?  I am writing my Space Swap story, which is top secret and I don’t know if I could even find 2 lines that wouldn’t give too much away, let alone six.  However, I did finish off the rainbowfic piece I quoted a couple of weeks’ back.  It’s only a ficlet, but I haven’t edited yet, so it’s still in progress.  A little backstory bit:

Jack’s confusion lifts and he gives a reluctant laugh in response.  “I see.”  It makes sense now, in his head, that speech, and those poems, intertwining.

“Let me buy you a drink,” says Afzal.  He hesitates, then, glancing sidelong at Jack.  “If you like.  If Bill – is it? – isn’t around, of course.”

I was tagged by @captain-aralias & what I’ve got in progress of being typed up (rather than in my notebook) at the moment (that isn’t my overdue Yuletide fic), is some origfic for rainbowfic on Dreamwidth:

Father doesn’t care.  That’s the thing that makes it worse; the stone wall he keeps beating himself up against. John cares, and so does his sister Nell. They wander about the suddenly empty house like pale, fair ghosts swathed in black.  At the funeral, they cling to each other.