Next morning, everything is normal. Familiar. Kaveh wakes up first to prepare two cups of coffee and arranges some leftover snacks nicely in a bowl. Alhaitham—or a sluggish creature that resembles him but requires caffeine to be functional—drags his feet into the kitchen and acknowledges the effort with a grateful grunt, right before sticking his big hand in the snack bowl and destroying Kaveh's meticulous composition without a care. Kaveh doesn't ask why Alhaitham looked at him like that yesterday—partly because the last thing he needs so early in the morning is a boner—and in turn Alhaitham doesn't ask why Kaveh locked himself up in his room for hours afterwards and didn’t have dinner. It's for the best, Kaveh tells himself.

#sixsentencesunday or whatevah. teehee

#kavetham #haikavetham

“When did you come back?” Kaveh asks before he can think better of it. Alhaitham halts, blinks down at Kaveh. There is something unsettling to the fact that neither offence nor a sliver of mischievousness take a hold of his features. “Quarter past one, approximately.” He resumes his path towards the bathroom without further clarification, and—… And Kaveh would like to think he’s above being petty over being stood up (twice now) and he’s merely showing polite concern over his roommate’s rest, but. Well. “Your new friend kept you up for half your sleep hours and you’re waking up early to meet up with them again?”

Teehee

#haikaveh #kavetham #haikavetham #sixsentencesunday

“Hypochon—…potamous… Hypostasis—ally,” he mumbled, almost incomprehensibly. More alcohol than reason. Yet he grabbed Alhaitham’s wrist, shook it insistently. “Long fancy word. The sciencey thing.”

#sixsentencesunday but it's just this dumb paragraph.

“This is my tribe,” Reyna explained to him. “One of these men is my father. Grandfather washed away in the disaster. Many were. Elders remember who made who. It is good that you came with me. New blood.” All the time he floated with her, enjoined for one last time, he thought — come with me — but it was his choice to leave. His daughter Padme popped up in the distance, giggling, waving, then diving away again, her crimson hair tied up in three buns and the sun flashed on the Mother-of-Pearl comb he had given her mother. Reyna kissed him with feeling, with almost human affection. “But if you must go… I will miss you.”

#ReyloSSS #SixSentenceSunday #Fanfiction #Writing

#FirstLineFriday First line from A GARDEN OF RAGE:

"The algorithm knew she would click before she did."

#SixSentenceSunday #SampleSunday

“What are you trying to achieve? That he does it again?” Alhaitham hadn’t noticed when his hands had curled into fists, but he felt the crescent-shaped sting of nails biting into his palms. “…He’s not going to do it again.” Tighnari’s raised eyebrow rose higher. “You sound too confident for someone who didn’t see it coming the first time.”

#sixsentencesunday except Tighnari has had Enough (he's spent five minutes in the room)

I didn't join earlier because I thought I had nothing to show😭 But I remembered I wrote this last weekend.
Eruri meeting and getting together and then it's sad times 😌
#sixsentencesunday

You’ve dragged me out of my hermit hole and inspired me to start working on spark again 🥹 Here’s the beginning of chapter 12 for #sixsentencesunday!

(A bit more than six sentences but I like the cut off)

#eruri

I'm bad at math but I'm pretty sure this is 6 sentences so for this #sixsentencesunday I present to you this part for my brand new #sukume Bonnie & Clyde AU that I just now outlined 🙏✨ It's gonna be a super fun oneshot by the looks of it and I'm also planning to include other characters as well!

A lil daddy WIP
Coming next weekend!

#eruri #bdsm #fanfiction #sixsentencesunday

Do I need another WIP? Absolutely not.

Is that going to stop me? Absolutely not.

Anyways! Happy #SixSentenceSunday!! Enjoy this little Snippet from a new project I've started ✨️

#Eruri #AOT

anyone want a punishing preview of the next chapter of THE GLUE THAT BINDS? #sebagni #sebardagni #bardagni #sixsentencesunday #blackbutler
(no alt text im sorry ill try to add it later when i have some more spoons)

#SixSentenceSunday with #Mashwood at Wolfwood's grave. :) There may be another part and a more hopeful ending to this story one day, but for now they grieve.

She doesn't indulge in smoking often, though, enjoys this method best when Wolfwood is next to her. Otherwise the ashen taste in her mouth becomes acidic with longing. Did she lo- did she miss Wolfwood like this before she knew what being loved by him felt like, even if the knowledge is a precious hand-me-down? Part of her is certain that yes, part of her says this year of meeting and parting and missing Vash together has done the work of building the castle out of soft logs of yearning, bound to collapse from its own weight, part of her knows that timeline of her feelings about everything has been tampered so thoroughly the answer does not matter. “Back with me yet?” Wolfwood asks and she slowly turns to him, pauses before blowing the smoke in his face. Breaks into exhaustion powered giggles at his wrinkled nose and cussing she knows the meaning of through the Vash-sourced dictionary in the corner of her mind. Tries not to think about the way the profanities sound when wrung from his lips with pleasure. (She isn't meant to know that, she is just an accidental voyeur who wishes she could breach time and space and the wall separating them from her, to settle in those memories, make them hers as well.)

#SixSentenceSunday #Stryfewood with a side of #Mashwood

Dejected, Henry follows her. That’s part of the bloody problem, isn’t it? He isn’t just losing the love of his life, he is losing his family as well. Both halves of the Claremont-Díaz clan have practically adopted him as a second son. He can’t bear even the thought of losing them too. June, for example, is his best friend apart from Alex and Pez.

#sindaysnippet #sixsentencesunday #rwrbsky #rwrbfic #rwrb #firstprince

“Question for you,” Kaveh said, out of the blue. “I’m not throwing the vase away even if you’re sick.” Kaveh’s soft laughter—soft enough that the arm hugging his waist didn’t tighten—sounded like a small victory. “Didn’t expect any better.” When he looked back at Alhaitham, however, the amusement in his eyes was gone. “What happened last night?”

You can't sleep your problems off forever, unfortunately
#sixsentencesunday #haikaveh #kavetham #haikavetham

"Henryyyyy," comes a voice, and for a second Henry feels the brush of a hand on his shoulder. Then Alex appears in sight, grinning wildly. "Long time no see!"

"Claremont-Diaz," Chris says, nodding.

"Cooper," Alex says.

"You’re drunk," Henry says, with a hint of a smile.

#sixsentencesunday

Kaveh’s room was, as a rule, impeccably tidy. Unlike Alhaitham, who left books and cups and food wherever it would be easiest to fetch later, this space was a monument to conscientiousness where everything had its rightful place—one that obeyed to the rules of order, rather than the flexible approach of convenience. But this wasn’t order. This wasn’t tidiness. This was a room stripped bare and large boxes stuffed with everything that was missing—it was a naked mattress and hollow bookshelves, even the carpet nearly rolled up in a corner. It was a diminished presence prepared for departure. Like a single serving of dinner, it was farewell. It was premeditation.

I said I was writing angst 👉👈

#sixsentencesunday #haikaveh

“Took him long enough,” she mused. “Honestly, up until then I thought he hadn’t used your husband to blackmail you yet was because he had some sort of ethical code.” Cyno turned away, victim to a sudden coughing fit. Ayda’s gaze remained lost somewhere on the cell wall as she toyed with one of her braids. Alhaitham blinked. “My what?”

Kaveh, somewhere: Why are my ears ringing

#haikaveh #sixsentencesunday

It's SO weird to write about New Year in July, guys.

#SixSentenceSunday #wriolette #neuvithesley #neuwriolette

Did you know it's Sunday? Because I didn't 😂 Today's #sixsentencesunday comes from my #historicalfantasy book Tessa of Hundrfeld

GZ knew that his brow was furrowed in confusion. “I still don’t know why you would want me to―” “You’re a member of Silver Castle. And you have more to offer than you think you do.” Magnum tipped his head slightly, slanting the brim of his helmet to the left. “Just think about it. There is absolutely no obligation.” Magnum Ace left GZ standing in the middle of the recharge room, staring down at the card in his hand.

Have a #SixSentenceSunday while I try to figure out how to make this fic less and/or more weird.

#SixSentenceSunday except it's Saturday because time is an illusion. Lil peek to the story's penultimate chapter :3

#wriolette #neuvithesley #neuwriolette

So stupidly sappy 😩

#SixSentenceSunday #Wriolette #Neuvithesley #Neuwriolette

eating my fist rn

#SixSentenceSunday #Wriolette #Wriollette #Neuvithesley #Neuwriolette

Lips pressed against bare skin, taking in the taste of cattleya and the subtle remainder of salt. A giggle escaped from their target as warm breath mingled with the feeling of steam, Thancred unable to hold back a chuckle of his own. He wrapped his arms around Himiko, pulling her closer. A smile graced the woman’s face as her head leaned back, her eyes looking upwards in content. Her now undone green and white tresses fell behind her, glistening with clean, soapy water. As their gazes met, Thancred brought a hand up and began to stroke Himiko’s cheek, brushing away a few wet strands of hair that had found themselves stuck.

Today's sentences for "Six Sentence Sunday!" 📖🖋️💞

#SixSentenceSunday #HimiWrites #HimiThan

he kinda angy actually 😓

#SixSentenceSunday #wriolette #wriollette #neuvithesley #neuwriolette

#SixSentenceSunday except it's like 20 sentences long and I posted it on Saturday.

not hehe I guess

#sixsentencesunday

Thancred felt his eye starting to twitch. He let out a groan. Once more he grabbed Himiko’s hand, this time tighter. He dragged her towards a nearby alleyway, feeling himself shrink at the attention of the crowd. As they disappeared into the shadows, they were left alone. Gently, he pulled Himiko towards a wall as she stumbled forward, letting go and placing his hand above her head. “Quiet.” He said through gritted teeth, his tone demanding yet soft. He watched as Himiko drew back, the slight pang of anger within him subsiding as he saw the fear in her features. He placed a finger under her chin, lifting her head. “I’m not mad at you.” Himiko had become frozen, the shopping bag falling from her grasp. She could feel Thancred’s warm breath brushing against her skin. She could see the exhaustion in his features. The intensity in his one-eyed stare. She pressed closer towards the wall, her nails attempting to dig into the cold stone. “Then why… Why won’t you just talk to me?” “Because I would prefer silence.” He replied, looking down and noting the confusion in Himiko’s eyes. “Why?” “It’s comforting.” Himiko’s gaze became downtrodden, her hands now growing slack. “Doesn’t it hurt to bottle up your emotions like that?” Thancred’s expression fell; that fear he’d seen had transformed into pain. Deep down, he knew the true reason why she had insisted they be alone. Yet, she seemed so… Concerned. He pulled away. “Sometimes, that’s all we can do.”

Today's "Six Sentence Sunday" showcasing a Heavensward fanfic I've been slowly working on! 📖🖊️💙

#SixSentenceSunday #HimiWrites #HimiThan