#Sunday Six

[jedimordsith]

It was the wee hours of the morning, planetary time, before he could corner her. He’d tracked her to an elaborate estate with the kind of security that made it clear why she had been the first choice to infiltrate its walls. Without the Force, Luke was fairly certain he wouldn’t have made it through unseen.

He watched from a dark corner, shadows wrapped around him in a way that felt perilously close to the dark side, as one of the guards backed Mara against a wall, laughing. He knocked her hood away, giving Luke his first glimpse of her hair, cut to shoulder length and dyed a mousy brown. She’d darkened her skin to a tanned hue and sported fake tattoos associated with the Savarian religion. One eye was blackened, and there was deep bruising along her jaw.

The guard grabbed her chin, tipping her head back and muttering something guttural and crude that Luke couldn’t quite make out. Mara shook her head, making the man bark with anger. One meaty fist back-handed her into the wall, and then he stalked off, still snarling threats.

Mara’s eyes blinked open and focused unerringly on Luke, seeing through all his masking. Turning, she hobbled away.

He followed, swift and silent, slipping inside the tiny cell that served as her room when she opened the door.

“Let me see,” he demanded, his voice a low hiss as she turned from shutting the door securely behind her.

Mara waved him off, limping toward the slab that served as a bed.

“Mara.” Luke caught her arm, aware that his grip was too tight but unable to loosen it as he swung her around. “Let me see.”

She glared at him, but said nothing as he turned her face toward the weak light, then lifted her hand to inspect her poorly splinted fingers. Rage curdled inside him and he forced it to the side, finding and drawing on the light to pour healing into her broken hand.

“Who are you after that’s worth this?” Talking and healing at the same time was hard, and the words came out on a grunt.

[nocoastposts]

Thanks for the tags @theprinceandagcd @sunnysideprince @onthewaytosomewhere @duchessdepolignaca03 and @wordsofhoneydew! I'm finally back to writing after a three-week break, and it feels pretty great. This snippet is from an impromptu WIP that's not my usual style, but I think I like it so far.

Brown eyes are the most common in the world, and Henry’s never felt one way or another about them. That is, until he locked gazes with one Alexander Claremont-Diaz on a humid day in Rio. 

His eyes are tinged with golden flecks, something precious shining bright with each lingering look. They are pools of dark chocolate, and Henry drowns in their sweetness. 

Common and average simply do not apply when it comes to Alex. This man is the most beautiful person Henry’s ever known, and he’s unlike any other, past, present or future. 

He thinks that perhaps Alex was made for him, that he’s been given the most unique gift the universe could offer.

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[angelasscribbles]

Sunday Six 10.27.2024

It’s been a minute since I’ve done one of these. I do have a lot of things in progress, but I don’t like to post teasers if they’re not going to be out soon. This will be out by the end of next week, so I thought I’d give you all a little peek! 😊

Untitled. Submission for @choicesprompts #flufftober event. Ask from @kyra75

“Was it you?”

“Was what me?”

“The flowers. Were they from you?” Her gaze bore into him with laser intensity.

His forehead creased as he tried to make sense of the conversation. “Flowers?”

Her eyes scanned his face, and then she shook her head. “Of course not.”

His brain finally caught up. “Someone sent you flowers?”

[something-tofightfor]

Sunday Six: Frankie Morales Edition

In honor of Pedrotober 2024 Frankie day, here's 6 paragraphs from the next chapter - part 13 - of Liminality. (There are spoilers so if you haven't read or aren't caught up ... you've been warned)

“Nah.” He sipped his drink again, shaking his head. “Storm’s tracking north. You might get a little flooding and some wind down there, but you’ll be alright.” He met your eyes again and winked, one side of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “You can trust me, I’m a pilot. I know weather.” 

You laughed at that, lowering your head. For a few seconds, it was like things were normal between you, and that night at the bar was just a night out with Frankie. Maybe it will be soon. Maybe we can have … When you looked up, your laughter stopped as you saw who was standing in the crowd beside the bar. Oh, shit. 

You leaned forward, reaching over the table to take his hands. “Frankie.” He stiffened, shoulders going rigid. “You have to stay calm, alright? Molly and Tom are here, and -”

“That fuck can’t just -”

“He can.” You squeezed his hands, wetting your lips and trying to stay calm yourself. “We know nothing, Frankie. We have to make him believe it.” It was a pep talk for him as much as it was one for you - and you were uncertain that you could make your own words reality. “There are too many people here. Too many innocent people, and …” You trailed off when he lifted your joined hands and pressed a kiss to your knuckles before he let go and reached for his drink again, downing the remainder in one long swig. 

“I’m good.” He nodded, shoulders relaxing. “I’m fucking peachy.”

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if anyone else wants to share theirs, feel free to tag me!

[arcanemoody]

Sunday Six

"It's funny," Ed slurs, almost breezily. "I haven't had a chemical hallucination in a while. Of course, that last time was recreational."

"When have you ever hallucinated recreationally?!"

His companion is oddly quiet, eyes still, expression pensive when Oswald repeats the question.

"Do you really want the answer?"

[tessa-liam]

🌟 If You Love Her, chapter 13

Marabelle Series

As Drake climbed into his truck and drove on, his thoughts wandered. He found himself wondering how Liam was handling the recent events in his world. He knew that his friend had a lot on his plate, and he hoped that he was taking the time to process everything. Yesterday, he knew Liam felt comfortable with his lifestyle. But today? He was Cordonia's crown prince. Tomorrow, he will be the King. Masterlist

🌟 All is Fair in Love and War, Round 2

Maxwell was lost in his own thoughts when his phone vibrated, signifying a new message. Maxwell picked up his phone and read the text from Daniella. She was inviting him to attend the opening of her new dance studio. Maxwell smiled as he remembered the time he spent dancing with Daniella at the palace. He replied to the text immediately, accepting the invitation.

After replying to the text, Maxwell put his phone away and laid back on the lounge chair. He closed his eyes and let the warm sun soak into his skin. His mind wandered back to his days of dancing with Daniella, and he couldn't help but smile. He had really enjoyed spending time with her, and he hoped that maybe there could be something more between them. Round 1

🌟 A Romance in Greece, chapter 14

Turning the Page Series

The setting was stunning, with the Aegean Sea providing a breathtaking backdrop. The guests were greeted with glasses of champagne, and Riley and Liam mingled with their friends and family.

As the sun started to set, Riley noticed that Daniel and Matteo had not arrived yet. She began to wonder if there had been any delays, but as she was about to text them, the guests heard the sound of a motorboat approaching the shore.

Riley gasped as she saw the two grooms arrive on the boat, looking dashing in their tuxedos. The guests cheered as the two men disembarked and made their way towards the ceremony venue.

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[mike----wazowski]

Greetings to the Sunday Six Community. I hope you are all well. Today I have returned with another extract from my "Saejima doin bad" fic. I hope you will find it to your satisfaction.

@four-white-trees @skysquid22 @phantasy14 @overdevelopedglasses @passthroughtime @woundedheartwithin @jichanxo

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"Have you read over the contracts?"

"No."

"Have you talked to the new recruits?"

"No."

"Do you even know who the new recruits are?"

"No."

"Have you looked at your emails once?"

"No."

Exhaling, Daigo glanced around Saejima's office. There was no evidence it was being used for its intended purpose (work). There were, however, several empty bottles of sake.

"Are you drunk?"

"Yes."

He didn't seem it. His hands moved with a practised elegance, one holding a knife and the other a half-carved piece of wood. Daigo couldn't say he had ever been as coordinated while drunk.

"... you've got steady hands."

"Wouldn't say that." Saejima held his palm to the light. It was a tapestry of scratches, fresh and half healed. Looking closer, Daigo could see a tremor in his hands.

He returned to his whittling, shaving more layers of wood.

There were many things Daigo could have said. A chairman's reprimand. A gentle warning. A suggestion on how to improve workplace productivity.

"What are you making?" he said instead.

"... Yasuko had this old toy." Saejima turned the wood in his hands. "An alligator. Called it Croco. She wouldn't listen to me when I told her it was a gator. I used to chase her with it, pretend Croco was gonna take a snap outta her."

"... and that's what you're making?"

"Yeah." His thumb brushed Croco's rounded head. "She lost that toy when she was a kid. I was never able to find it for her."

The knife slipped, nicking his thumb. If Saejima cared about the droplets of blood, he didn't show it.

[jerzwriter]

Sunday more than Six

Hey there! I'm working on chapter 3. It's going to be a busy week at work, but I still hope to have it up by week's end. Until then, here are two snippets from the next chapter!

Series Information Series Masterlist

“Do you really want to make me happy?” Tobias asked.

“Always,” she purred, snuggling closer to him.

“Then move in with me.”

She didn’t move, and he couldn't see the features of her face. Still, he knew he made a mistake the moment the words left his mouth.  

“We’ve had this conversation, Tobias.”

The blissful bubble hadn’t burst, but it felt like a rupture was near.

“Hon, I don't want to upset you. But I’m buying a new place, and it feels wrong picking out what I hope will be our home by myself.”  

“But you’re not picking it out by yourself! I’m looking at properties with you and giving my thoughts with the expectation that I’ll be living there, too... eventually... I’m involved in the process.”

“You’re not looking with me today,” he teased as she threw his t-shirt over her gorgeous, naked body. He could have delayed this talk, and with every inch of exposed flesh she covered, he realized more and more... he was an idiot.

“Because I’m working today, cuckoo,” she smirked. Leaning over, she lightened the mood with a reassuring kiss. "But if you see any you like, I promise I’ll go back to see them with you.”

“I’m holding you to that! Because Halle sent the listings over last night, and I have to admit, some look spot on.”

“Halle?” Casey asked cautiously. “She’s your agent now?”

And the blissful bubble popped.

“This is delicious,” Ethan said, savoring another bite of filet mignon. “I’ve got to admit, Carrick, the party, the new place—you knocked it out of the park.”

“Thank you,” Tobias exulted, with a nod toward Casey. “But I wouldn’t have been able to do any of it without this beauty by my side.”

Casey rolled her eyes, taking a sip of wine. “Seriously? As if cooked!”

The guests erupted into laughter, with one notable exception.

“Tobias,” his mother scolded. “You’re not about to let her downplay her contributions like that, are you?”

“Of course not, Ma!” He chuckled. “I’m the first to admit I’d have none of this if it weren’t for Casey.”

“That’s not true...” she began, but he quickly interrupted her.

“Oh, it certainly is! How many classy dinner parties have I pulled off in the past?”

All turned to Ethan, who nearly choked on his wine. “None!” he scoffed.

“Exactly! See,” Tobias agreed, placing a kiss on Casey's hand. “I couldn’t do it without you, babe.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Vivian beamed, raising her glass. “To Casey, the woman who finally turned my boy into a grown-up.”

“To Casey,” everyone cheered as she turned a deeper shade of red than the Malbec in her hand.

Pleased with the reaction, Vivian continued. “So, when do you plan on proposing and making things official? Someone like Casey isn’t going to be on the market forever! Wouldn’t you agree, Ethan?”

@choicesficwriterscreations

Tagging others separately.

[jichanxo]

sunday six!

tags: @passthroughtime @four-white-trees @overdevelopedglasses

the boys are fightinggggg 🙄

Kuwana looked down at him. “What is it? Listen, it’s just a boundary, alright? It’s not a big deal, just—”

Yagami kicked at his chest, and it winded Kuwana enough to stop with that train of thought. He tried to position himself over Yagami anyway, lest he try to get away without talking to him.

“Do you want to fuck angry or something? Huh?” His patience seemed to be exhausted, and he was meeting Yagami’s frustration with his own.

“When have I ever,” Yagami grit his teeth. “Told you something I didn’t mean?”

Kuwana froze, looking confused. “Is this a trick question? All the time.”

Of course, he was too preoccupied with being right to understand what he was actually saying. Yagami struggled beneath Kuwana again.

[jedimordsith]

SUNDAY SIX (ish)

“No!” The vocorder in the dented and scarred Mandalorian helmet warped the child’s voice but the skinny arms folded across her chest left no doubt about her stance on the issue.

“This planet is different,” Talon explained again, calmly. “You’ll stand out too much in your helmet. But we got you a poncho, just like the ones all the other children will be wearing.”

“No,” Mara said again, stubbornly. “I don’t want to. It’s ugly.”

Behind her, Tapper snorted. “She’s got you there,” he pointed out. “It’s the color of mud and twice as sloppy, and we all know it.”

Talon glowered at him. “Thank you for that insight,” he said flatly. “Unfortunately, we don’t have a choice. This is about safety, which takes priority over fashion — despite your opinions.”

“But the helmet is safe!” His niece objected. The faceplate swiveled from him to Tapper and back. “How will I comm you if something happens?” Real concern crept into her voice. “Ponchos don’t have comms!”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” Tapper said quickly. Pushing off the doorframe, he plucked the helmet off Mara’s head and crouched beside Talon. “Is it?”

Talon could have slapped him. “Your mother will look out for you, Little Vulptex. And you’ll only be gone for two days. Then you’ll be right back here with us, and you can wear whatever you want again. My word of honor.” He pressed his right palm to his heart.

“What if the monster comes?” She whispered, eyes large and worried.

Inwardly, Talon cursed his sister and her delusions. Gods blight her for throwing herself into wild theories about reincarnation rather than seeing her daughter for the beautiful, brilliant little girl that she was.

“It’s a risk we have to take,” he said finally, his heart heavy. “But this is the last time, I promise you. After this, you’ll never have to go with your mother again.” After this, they’d have the final payment for the freighter they were going to name the Wild Karrde. Their little Mara would be safe and out of the reach of everyone who might want her.

“Here.” Reaching into his boot, Tapper tugged free a small, sheathed knife. With deliberate care, he fastened it to Mara’s belt, then grabbed the hated poncho and pulled it over her head. “There — can’t see it at all,” he announced approvingly. “You keep that on you, and if the monster shows up, you shove it into him as hard as you can and then you run, all right?”

Mara nodded, then flung herself into his arms. “Two days,” she mumbled against his shirt.

Two days, Talon thought, grimly. Surely they could all manage two more days.

Bonus tidbit:

Distantly, Talon was aware of Tapper swearing. Vicious, colorful words poured out of him in a string as he searched the alleyway, looking for anything they might have missed.

Staring at his sister’s lifeless body and the small, bloodstained knife a few feet away, Talon knew there would be nothing to find. The monster that stalked Mara’s dreams had made itself real in the narrow window of time where she’d been outside their protection.

I will find you, Little Vulptex, he vowed silently. If it takes the rest of my life, I will find you and I will make your monster pay in blood for every tear he’s made you shed.

[theoniprince]

.:Du erzählst mir jetzt alles.

PISSHAARGENAU:.

[glasshouses-and-stones]

Haven't done this in a while. Thanks to @the-golden-comet for tagging me!

This is from a Carry On fic I'm working on called tell me you feel me. It'll be posted on my ao3 (account linked in pinned post) one day...

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Baz watches the lines of [Simon's] back go rigid under his shirt, and his fingers freeze where they were trying (struggling) to button it up.

Baz can smell his smokey magick filling the room, but he breathes through it like he usually does, it sliding down his throat and filling his lungs.

"Why are you such a prick, Baz?" Simon asks, but it's lacking its usual bite, falling too flat to be anything other than dejected. Baz stares at his bowed head, his frizzy curls that he wants to run his fingers through and untangles. Baz wants to know where this feeling of Simon's came from, wants to take it in his hands and run his greedy eyes over it.

"Why should I be nice to you? Do you think you deserve it?"

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Open tag! Tag me if you see this and post something. I love reading others' works :)

[passthroughtime]

kuwagami sunday

hmmm lets see who has mentioned me while i was battling with chap5... @jichanxo, @four-white-trees, @phantasy14, @overdevelopedglasses, @mike----wazowski... ig that's all? anyway

this past week i've spent a considerable amount of time trying to figure out what i want to write next to finally come to the conclusion that i only want to continue writing the ever-changing. so, i created the doc. wrote a couple of words. then opened one of my other wips just to write porn. classic.

“Pull down your pants,” Yagami grits his teeth. It’s frustrating that he has to voice his needs, but unfortunately, he has no other choice: he still feels pretty weak to just manhandle Kuwana.

He hums as if considering it. As if it is something to consider. “Okay,” Kuwana finally says, like he’s doing him a favor. He lets go of Yagami and starts undressing, — as well as talking shit. “And how am I supposed to jerk you off then? That’s not going to be a comfortable, if even feasible, position for me, you know. I won’t be of any help to you this way, I’m afraid.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Yagami can’t believe that he still wants Kuwana to fuck his mouth even after he says something like this.

He rolls his eyes, “I’ll take care of myself. As I’ve said, I’m perfectly able to. It’s not like I wanted anything from you aside from kissing anyway.”

Kuwana laughs, “That’s a very roundabout way of doing things even for you. But, I guess I promised to do whatever you want.”

[nocoastposts]

This is more than six/seven sentences, but we can pretend it fits the definition of Six Sentence Sunday.

A snippet from Praise & Supplication, a Firstprince fic WIP that originated with this smut drabble.

“Does that turn you on, darling? To think about how good you are for me, how well you listen when you’re spread out beneath me?” Henry coos as he coaxes Alex’s legs open further.

Alex feels a hot flush spread across his face, but there is no shame or embarrassment behind it. Doing his best for Henry, giving him everything, being his everything…nothing makes Alex feel headier than this.

Henry brings two fingers to Alex’s lips and gently presses between them. “Suck”, he says in an even, deep tone. Alex eagerly runs his tongue over the two digits, the press of them causing spit to pool in his mouth. A bit of drool trickles down his chin, and Henry leans forward to slowly lick it up.

Alex moans loudly around his fingers as the two hold steady eye contact. Henry’s pupils are blown wide with lust, admiration, and a tinge of something darker. Something that only Alex would ever revel in.

Tagging @wordsofhoneydew @bigassbowlingballhead @littlemisskittentoes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @dragonflylady77 @eusuntgratie @sparklepocalypse and anyone who’d like an open tag!

[arcanemoody]

Sunday Six

The realization arrives in stages, each one uniquely disquieting:

The ukulele Martín plays is purple; a uniquely dark violet with an inlay that shimmers green as the stage lights bend around him with each movement.

He's altered the lyrics just so -- not in a way that anyone would immediately pick up on. The pronouns remain the same but the vocalist's prison sentence has been lengthened from 'three long years' to six.

Finally, Jim notes that there are actually three cameras recording his performance: the commercial hire mounted on a tripod (for the Wayne Foundation), the handheld operated by Olga (ever the devoted granny), and a third one. Held by a dark-suited man positioned next to aisle three...

That blinking red light is pointed directly at him and Barbara Lee.

( @augustjustice I'm very interested in hearing what you think of this bit ;) )

[overdevelopedglasses]

Sunday Six!

Hellooooooooo people. Making my way through Infinite Wealth at a breakneck speed somehow (i'm on chapter 11) and honestly I've been having a great time. You know who's also having a pretty alright time?

Shinumi.

Even though when I made him I was like "nah he never runs into Kiryu that doesn't make sense," uh. here we are.

Anyway as accordance to IW i'm having soooooo many feelings about Kiryu and I need to get them out somehow. Don't think this will turn into anything but. Guh.

Tagging @passthroughtime @four-white-trees and @jichanxo

He’s used to this, at least. Many late nights in the Tojo Clan were spent comforting members of his family and others who had too many rough nights, or whatever reasons they wanted to give him. 

To comfort the Dragon of Dojima is a task he wasn’t even sure he was up to.

He retreats into his apartment as his brain races, and he throws on an old coat that he buttons over his sleep shirt. He reopens the door as he slides on comfortable shoes, somewhat startling the older gentleman, who leaned against the railing. 

“Sorry.” He shakes his head, getting rid of the last of his sleepy haze. “What usually helps me on nights like this is a walk.” He gestures down the stairs towards the open road that sprawls into neon lights on the horizon. “I promise there are no insane people that will crucify you in an alley. Everyone here is more sane than that.”

Kiryu scoffs at him, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Lead the way.”