#six sentence someday

[a-strange-inkling]

Or Six Sentence Someday I suppose:

He can feel her warmth, hear her breathing, she’s there. She’s still there.

But, it’s not enough.

“Chrissy? Chrissy? Wake up! I don’t like this! Wake up!”

His fingers dig into her shoulder, shaking, begging her to come back. But she’s not there… She lifts off the ground. He stares in horror and disbelief.

She’s floating.

He can’t do this.

“Chrissy?”

“Yes?”

He inhales slow and deep.

“Can I… can I… um touch you? Jesus Christ—I don’t mean like…” Fuck. He closes his eyes tight. “Can I hold your… Just your hand or something so I know… I don’t think I can sleep if I don’t know you’re…”

His breath hitches in his throat as Chrissy slowly turns into him, resting her head between his shoulder and chest, as if it’s nothing out of the ordinary. She presses against his side, her hand finding his, holding it over his chest.

He stares into the darkness, rigid as his mind tries to catch up with what is happening.

That… that works.

“Is-is this okay?” He feels more than he hears her whisper, her pillowy lower lip grazing his skin.

He prays she can’t feel how fast his heart is racing beneath his ribcage.

“Yeah,” he replies, releasing a long held breath, feeling her body heat pool into every corner of him. “Okay.”

#it’s day late but it’s longer #the vanishing of chrissy cunningham #hellcheer #fic snippet #six sentence someday #six sentence sunday

[wellbelesbian]

Seven Sentence Sunday

thanks for tagging me @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @prettygoododds and @aristocratic-otter!

here's some lines from my COTTA fic! if you're unaware, my fic is set in 1984 and is about LGSM, an activist group that supported the miners when they went on strike.

"I have a question for you all- is it just me, or are the coppers getting lazy?” People murmur their assent as Simon continues, “I haven’t been hassled coming out of a bar in weeks! Do you think they finally got tired of listening to Wham and pretending not to enjoy patting us down?” A laugh goes up, but a fire has been lit in Simon’s eyes. “No, I think instead, they’ve found someone new to pick on.”

He holds up a newspaper, where the headline proclaims Strikes Enter Third Month, and below it, Picketers Clash With Police. A photo shows a mounted policeman, kitted out in riot gear, swinging a baton at an unarmed woman, "doesn't this look familiar?”

here's the photo i reference:

and this fic now has a playlist! it's still being added to, but it's a mix of protest songs and 80s bops.

i tag @ileadacharmedlife @martsonmars @imagineacoolusername @confused-bi-queer @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @tea-brigade @bazzybelle @theearlgreymage @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @facewithoutheart @whogaveyoupermission @shemakesmeforget @letraspal @larkral @artsyunderstudy @hushed-chorus @blackberrysummerblog @cutestkilla @fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @ebbpettier

#six sentence someday #my fics #carry on through the ages 2023 #cotta 2023 #carry on through the ages

[tackytigerfic]

Six Sentence Sunday

tagged by the brilliant @oknowkiss whose brain i want to live inside - her post is here, believe me when i say i am very excited about the rest.

I have been writing wildly but my life is very overwhelming atm so i don't get much fandom time. really missing the place (and answering my asks, and going through my mentions 😩) and i hope everyone else is doing well these days!

anyway this is taken from the sex scene i've been writing for weeks which is now nearly 10k long... help. in this fic voldemort lives, harry is still fighting him, and draco joined the Order in 6th year.

“Please,” Harry said. “Draco, please…” deliberately, almost a tease, looking at Draco through his lowered lashes, an invitation. And it worked, just like Harry had known it would, Draco’s face taking on a preoccupied look like he had when he was looking through Lucius’s notebooks, like there was a puzzle he was trying to solve, and he practically shoved Harry along the wall towards the door that led into the parlour.

“In here,” he said, managing to sound bossy even when his words were muffled against Harry’s mouth, though Harry was weirdly into it, liked how he got posher-sounding the more Harry kissed him, liked that he wasn’t averse to pushing Harry around a bit, liked the feel of his warm hand pressing hard at the base of Harry’s spine as they moved together into the room and towards the big old horsehair sofa that sat solidly in front of the dusty fireplace.

The window was north-facing in here, the light thin and high. “Off,” Draco said, and Harry began obediently to lift his t-shirt up, before he saw that Draco was talking crossly to the dustcloth that he was irritatedly flicking off the sofa onto the floor. Harry paused, feeling silly, but then Draco turned, brushing off his hands, and when he caught sight of Harry, the t-shirt bundled up under one armpit, one elbow sliding out below the hem, he stopped still and blushed so obviously that Harry found himself laughing.

“Shut up,” Draco said, but he was laughing too, and then he strode the last few steps towards Harry and slid both hands right up under Harry’s t-shirt, easing it the rest of the way off him, letting it drop decisively to the floor at their feet.

“There,” he said. “That’s better.”

Tagging @hogwartsfirebolt @lqtraintracks @jalesidor @pineau-noir @teacup-tai @vivantesopales @xanthippe74 and anyone reading this , if you fancy it. please @ me if you do, i'm feeling so out of things atm and want to know what everyone is up to!

#i am meant to be focusing entirely on original #i have had some lit agents get in touch #based on a short piece of mine #and they want to read my long stuff #which... i do not have ready #however i just cannot seem to quit the drarry long fic #insert brokeback meme here #it's my downtime!! #back to orig tomorrow morning though 😅 #six sentence someday #drarry

[blackberrysummerblog]

Happy Sunday everyone! Honestly this has not my best day or weekend ever, but I hope everyone else is doing well. If not, fingers crossed that the week ahead is a good one!

Here’s six sentences of Baz being a bit of an emo drama queen, as one is:

Be careful what you wish for is an evil spell, only ever used by dark mages. It can twist the spell of another into an unimaginably cruel outcome, transforming even the most innocent intention into a hellish nightmare.

I don’t suppose that’s what’s happened to me, but it’s hard not to think about as I watch Simon Snow (Snow-Pitch) curl up into a tight ball beside me in my bed. I hear his heartbeat settle into a regular, steady rhythm as he falls asleep—rather quickly, given the state he was in when he nearly broke my door down ten minutes ago. Crowley.

He feels safe now.

It’s a bit late in the day so I won’t tag anyone specifically, but I’ve enjoyed everyone’s posts and would be excited to see more if anyone would like to share!

#wip #six sentence someday #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #married by the crucible au #crucible marriage au

[tabswrites]

Six Sentence Someday

Tagged by @pheita here and @mysticstarlightduck here!

Gently tagging: @ahordeofwasps @avrablake @squarebracket-trick @talesofsorrowandofruin

I think that almost every word I’ve written in the last week is a spoiler, so it’s hard for me to keep up with tags right now! Here’s a sneep from Ch. 13:

The cushiony violet grasses of the riverfront were as familiar to her as her own garden now, and the peacefully trickling water was soothing enough to lull even Oliver to sleep.

This was not that place. The headwaters churned and splashed, surrounded by menacing hunks of silver and amethyst and translucent purple grass that brushed their ankles. She could barely make out the huffs and grunts coming from Cilla, but the Ursa’s glittery beige fur was unmistakable. The river drove its icy hands towards the waterlogged grasses at their feet, pushing Adrin and Mara up the riverbank just as the false dog sprang into action.

ToL tag list: @outpost51 @writernopal @avrablake (please ask to be +/-)

#six sentence someday #wip: tomb of light #the river sceneeeeee took me a month to write and I’m so happy it’s over now

[cattocavo]

Long time no see tumblr. Today i found out how to reply to comments here and i feel like my mum bc thats something she’d need help with - im not my mum um just dumb bc hell i never got really submerged in tumblr

But heres a wip bc i dont feel as stressed with this as i did a while ago and that needs celebrating but also bc i crave attention. And bc 12 year old simon is adorable and yall need to see him

I also just found out how to change font and colour

Im am such a child. Literally.

#carry on #fanart #simon snow #simon snow salisbury #baz pitch #ebb petty #also i just read rebel Rebel yesterday and fuck it was so good i began crying #smol simon snow #simon snow fanart #wip wednesday #six sentence someday #its wednesday my dudes #no thats a joke it’s Tuesday

[mintawasalreadytaken]

sentences sunday / WIP snip ✂️

tagged by the lovely @the-toughestest-hufflepuff. here are some words from my soon-to-be-posted Deathly Hallows re-write angst fest. featuring Harry sort of coming out and being Very Confused about Lupin’s reaction.

—

"Expecting someone else?"

Harry shrugged.

"It was the two of us for ages. I guess I’ve forgotten what it's like to be around people. The house is so…loud."

Creases flowed out from the corners of Lupin's eyes. They were light, jasmine-tea coloured. When Harry looked away, he felt the weight of his former professors gaze linger on him.

"I hope I'm not interrupting, but I wanted a moment to chat with you," he said. He mimicked Harry's pose, elbows on the top trestle of the fence, hands clasped.

"There have been rumours," Lupin started. Harry said nothing, tensed in anticipation.

"We're monitoring Death Eater channels of communication and we've one report of Draco swearing his…fealty to you."

Harry glanced at Lupin and found his expression curious.

"You know what fealty is?" he asked.

Harry dropped his head and huffed a laugh.

"Yes, Professor. He did. What about it?"

Lupin nodded.

"Another report was of him declaring something more than fealty," he said carefully. This time he held Harry's eyes. Harry could practically see the cogs ticking away in his head, scrutinizing Harry's every move. He held his breath.

"I may not be an expert on pureblood traditions, but I am sure they can't have changed much since I was your age. If the reports are true, it is of enormous consequence for him to claim you in that way before his parents."

"What are you asking, Professor?"

"Fealty and…friendship are different things," he said. "What is Draco, to you?"

Harry struggled to breathe. He felt like Lupin could see all the places Draco had laid hands on him with care. Lupin too seemed a man on the verge of revealing something enormous. His secret was heavy, weighing down his shoulders, adding to the premature wrinkling of his forehead.

"I'm not sure," Harry said softly.

"Mm. And you, to him?"

"More," he said even softer. Lupin nodded and then blinked rapidly, looking away from Harry to the fields spread before them.

Harry’s heart sank. He didn’t expect fanfare, but had been holding onto hope that Lupin would, for some reason, be understanding. He grasped for a way to clarify his reaction. If the idea so disturbed him, Harry had to know if his parents or godfather would have found it disturbing too.

"I thought, maybe—Draco told me a story about Sirius. How he ran away and lived with my Dad’s family. Did he and my Dad ever—"

Lupin snapped his attention back to Harry so quickly the words dried up in his mouth.

no pressure tagging @vukovich @blamebrampton @oknowkiss @sweet-s0rr0w

#drarry #mintamintawrites #tag game #six sentence someday #but more than six #yellow is the colour

[purkinje-effect]

i swear 98 is 95% finished. it's been 95% finished for like a month. i keep finding aspects that need veneer, and waffling whether it'd technically be a rexton nova chapter. the only exception so far for the rule they're all choly self-under fanfic is "exuvium," but he definitely also tried to journal that after the fact

"röntgenizdat" would be another such interval, where he journals it just to try to unpack it, i suppose. i hadn't included it in my count of nova chapters, but that would make four for the third instar, i suppose...

i have a "some sentences someday" to share. hopefully the rest will come along soon

cws for unreliable narrator and erotic themes

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“One thing at a time, chap,” Sticks said. ‘Choly attempted to match breathing patterns with him as he spoke, to self-regulate, but it only served to entangle himself in physicality. “I made you a promise. I'll keep to it. Unlike those stiffs in The Hall, my word means something.”

He wanted to neck so badly in that moment, convinced thoroughly that if only he could lay into his lover with impenitent, gnawing osculation, he could rewire this short circuitry. That's all this was--he'd simply gone too long without indulging his sense of eros. A part of him, still toeing the past, must crave plump, warm lips against his own, but nothing could really, truly satisfy his sensibilities quite like a cracked, leathery, gnashing mouth. Until this moment, he wouldn't have even questioned whether any fraction of his past self could have survived.

He kept repeating to himself, You have Sticks. You have everything you've dreamed of, and then some. Happiness, beyond all things best left forgotten. What's the use in remembering who you used to be? What's the use in pretending you haven't changed as much as you think? Besides, if you're so convinced everything's as made-up as you insist, what's stopping you from having made all this up, too! Narrative be damned! Whatever may be, just enjoy it.

“What did they do to you now?” Fresnel teased.

“Not just me, but all of us. This whole Certs debacle… They really tried to screw us over for good this time.”

I'm nothing, if not entertaining. …If not entertaining, I'm Nothing.

#six sentence someday #anatomy of melancholy #the anatomy of melancholy

[ir0n-angel]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday... on a Tuesday!

Tagged by @lilbittymonster! Thank you! 🌼 And I’ve actually been writing lately, so I have something to share!

Tagging @madangel19 and @ranaspkillnarieth because I know you two are writing. Consider this an open invitation to everyone else who’d like to show off their work. 

So yeah, I’ve been writing again. I’m currently working through my FLUFF-uary 2023 prompts list -- better late than never -- and have six completed for my Solas/Trevelyan pairing. Doing more than six sentences because context is useful.

Prompt: Acts of Devotion (Solas and Eve Trevelyan)

She shook her head, brows knitting in annoyance. "Please don't call me 'Herald'. I'm not Andrastian."

He blinked; it seemed that the surprises would never end. "Forgive me. I had thought you were acting toward some greater purpose, as all devotees are wont to do. Is that not what the Chantry teaches?"

"That's not why I do this," she retorted, then turned to walk back to the others.

"What should I call you?"

He had expected her to say Lady Trevelyan, like every noble he had encountered of late. But when she turned back to him, she simply said, "Eve."

#tagged #six sentence sunday #six sentence someday #dragon age inquisition #solas x trevelyan

[m0srael]

Six Sentences

Thank you for the tags @orange-peony (their sentences here!), @avenueofesc (here!), @academicdisasterfic (here!), and @sorrybutblog (here!)!! I feel so out of touch thanks to IRL stuff, but I wanted to share this wee snip from a story I'm writing for @nv-md.

Draco’s hot breath ghosts over Harry’s face. His forehead is warm and slick, growing sticky as his fevered skin cools. Harry can feel the bridge of Draco’s sharp nose less than a millimetre from his own. 

He takes Draco’s cardigan between his fingers and tugs it up over his shoulders, then lets his left hand rest on Draco’s shoulder blade, rubbing what he hopes are small, reassuring circles there. 

“It’s okay. Draco, you’re alright,” Harry breathes, aware that even a whisper would be too loud, too harsh, in the small space between them. 

Draco shivers again, just once, and then his eyes blink open. They’re so big and so bright, this close, like the Black Lake. Like the sea. Harry can’t look away.

I'd love to see what you're working on, @themountainsgreen, @ghaniblue, @oknowkiss, @basicallyahedgehog, @makeitp1nk, @romaine2424 ❤

#six sentence someday #wip snip #drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction

[a-strange-inkling]

Spirit House - Being Human AU (Coming Soon)

(This became way more than six 👻)

“I’m going out.” She finally got up the nerve to say.

They both snapped their heads up from the tv at the same time, looking at her like she had just told them that she was going to go skinny dipping in a vat of eel infested motor oil.

“What?” Steve asked in time with Eddie’s much deeper. “Where?”

“N-nowhere really,” she replied, clearing her throat. She didn’t need to explain herself. She was a full grown adult, damn it! “Just for a walk, get a change of scenery.”

“This time of night? By yourself!?” Steve asked incredulously. “It’s not safe.”

Chrissy deadpanned, crossing her arms. “I’m dead, Steve…How much more trouble can I really get into?”

He raised an authoritative finger and opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

She got him there.

“I’ll go with you.” Eddie offered, rising from his seat, his big brown baby deer eyes fixed on her intently. She knew he could tell something was off, that she was hiding something.

Chrissy pulled at the sleeve of her cardigan, her gaze quickly finding shelter along the plants on the windowsill, knowing she was powerless beneath them. “I’d rather be alone.”

She could actually feel his hurt from across the room, but God, she couldn’t tell them what she was doing, tell him what she was doing.

Going to see that asshole was one thing, the reason why… that would hurt him the most.

“Chrissy, what is this?” he asked, putting his hand up when Steve tried to jump in again with another big brotherly concern. “What’s going on?”

She steeled herself against the soft, gentle tone of his voice, trying not to cave. “You both go out all the time, why can’t I? Do I need your permission?”

He frowned at her petulant tone. “…No, it’s just after yesterday, I don’t…”

A knock against the front door made him pause and look over his shoulder.

Chrissy cringed in absolute dread. Christ, he wouldn’t, he wasn’t… she told him specifically not to come to the house.

“Who’s that?” Steve asked sharply just as Eddie turned back to her, brows furrowed deeply.

Her gaze fell to her feet. She could feel herself flickering in and out, wanting to disappear.

Another knock.

When Steve moved to go answer it, she panicked.

“No! I-I’ll get it—” she said hurriedly, scurrying around him, but it was too late.

Billy had already let himself in.

She froze mid-step when he swaggered leisurely into the foyer with a big grin spreading across his face as he took the three of them in.

“Sorry, I knocked, but no one answered.” His eyes met Chrissy and gave her a wink, smiling wickedly. He was quite pleased with himself. “You ready to go, beautiful?”

She glowered darkly at him.

“Who the hell are you?” Steve asked, pushing Chrissy behind him and reaching to the side of the couch for his bat.

Eddie’s irises flared red as he acknowledged the stranger, his shoulders squaring up. “…He’s another ghost.”

Billy chuckled at that. “And you must be the vampire.”

#a late six sentence sunday #six sentence someday #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #being human au

[gummybugg]

6 Sentence Someday

Yep, just in time for Actual Sunday, as far as You know! Thank you for the Tag, @tabswrites! Check out her entry here!

This is from my wip Crater City, in Elijah's POV:

The door opened with caution, causing my veins to itch with unease…or something like that. In the crack stood Blair, whose eyes looked rubbed raw. I wasn’t sure why he was acting so suspicious of me, a stark contrast to his usual disposition. It must have taken a moment for him to recognize who I was because he pushed the door a bit wider and leaned against its frame, eyes so distant that I could have sworn he had gone blind.

“Elijah? I wasn’t expecting you,” he mumbled, likely still in the middle of a daydream. This guy acted like he hadn’t seen me in years when, in actuality, we had talked about a week ago.

I am tagging these Party People:

@asterhaze, @helenofsmoke, @jasmineinthenight, @corishadowfang, @serafynn, @teawhilewriting, @legiomiam, and anyone who stops on by :’) this is an Open invitation!

#thanks for the tag! #open tag! #my wip #my writing #crater city wip #six sentence someday #six sentence sunday #depending on timezones it is still technically sunday somewhere

[tackytigerfic]

WIP Snip

I was tagged by @shealynn88 who posted the most beautiful extract which you can read here

Still writing my long fic - it's slow going but at least it's going. This is a wartime AU where Harry is still fighting Voldemort, Draco joined the Order in Sixth Year, and then ran away to France two years later. Now, after five years on the run, he's back and working with the Order again, and their HQ is being attacked by Voldemort. Unedited.

Harry was running before he even realised, before he noticed the thump of his feet and the heavy crunch of something, maybe broken glass that must have come from some window shattering, and then he was down the stairs and sprinting back across the courtyard towards the building again, eyes fixed on the light in that tiny window high above.

“Potter,” he heard above the thunder of his own pulse in his ears, then a hand grabbed him, hard, around the upper arm, swinging him to a stop and hauling him backwards sharply. It was Malfoy, of course. He was softened, a dark shadow against the backlight, Harry’s glasses steaming up from his run and his panting breath.

“Potter,” Malfoy said again, “what is it?”

“It’s Rosie,” Harry told him, and heard his own voice crack on the words with the cold clarity of breaking ice. “It’s Rosie and Arthur up there. When she can’t sleep, he sometimes brings her up to watch cartoons on the Muggle tv screen. There are magic dampeners up there, so the electrics don’t get fried, so he won’t even have heard the wards. The explosion must have been the first he knew of anything happening. Oh god, the corridor—it’s probably blocked off. How are they going to get down, Malfoy?” He was clutching Malfoy now, both hands around Malfoy’s biceps, fingers working helplessly through the soft old wool of Malfoy’s knitted jumper. “How are they going to get down?”

Behind Malfoy Harry could just about make out the huddled knots of cadets, arms shaking as they held their Shields, and above them the constant spluttering light of the guns. Silhouetted overhead, in the lookout post, he could see Ginny and Kingsley.

“First things first, you’re going to calm down,” Malfoy said coldly. “I take it the anti-Apparition charms are in place here too? Right, well, that would have been too simple. And the wing has no other access point?”

Harry shook his head, dumb with fright, wretched with nausea and tiredness.

“Well, we need to get up there somehow,” Malfoy said briskly, then more kindly, “Potter, you’ll need to let go of me for just a minute, okay? Do not move, I’ll be back.” And Harry realised he was still clinging onto Malfoy, hands tight around his upper arms as though he was the only thing holding Harry up.

Up above, the Shield began to bulge again under a fresh onslaught, and one of the cadets made a surprised noise and fell heavily to his knees, though he managed to keep his part of the charm going.

“We can’t keep holding for much longer,” another shouted to Harry, and Harry felt his vision darken and tilt as he sought that thin light again, thinking for a moment it was gone before he found it again, a weakening beacon. And then Malfoy was back, looking into his face with an odd searching expression before seeming satisfied with whatever he saw and nodding.

“Right,” he said. “Do you think you’re up to it?” In one hand he held up a broom, which he must have grabbed from the shed near the gatepost, which meant it was old and rubbish and probably hadn’t been flown in however long. But it was something, at least, and Harry should have thought of it.

“Yeah,” Harry told him. “Yeah, I’m up to it. Thanks.”

Malfoy nodded again and dropped the broom, then in one smooth motion summoned it up and straddled it. “I’ll keep her steady while you get them out. Otherwise you might lose your equilibrium up there.”

He turned to the cadets.

“Hold that Shield,” he shouted at them. “Not long now, you can do it. All our lives depend on it.” Harry would never have said something like that, would have worried it would be too much pressure for such young kids, but when Malfoy said it like that, confident and reassuring, it seemed to make them more resolved, wands arms steadying, chins lifting determinedly.

Harry slid on behind Malfoy, but his words of thanks were lost in the sudden rush of sky as Malfoy pulled sharply on the handle and the broom surged upwards like a skittish horse.

Tagging @cluelesspigeons @lettersbyelise @lqtraintracks @maesterchill @rockingrobin69 @shealwaysreads @skeptiquewrites @sweet-s0rr0w @wolfpants and anyone else who wants to play.

#wip snip #six sentence someday #tacky's fth #drarry

[sailorblossoms]

thank u for the tag @bookish-bogwitch​​!

I’m using sss as intended and actually wrote something that was in my notes like... right now, so it’s rough.  

Have you heard about Simon Snow’s Very Good friend Baz?

[Simon doesn’t want Agatha to meet Baz]

“You can’t date him.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m not going to let you meet him then.” 

I huff. “You can’t control who I met.”  

Simon relents eventually. I mean, he swears he’s doing a good job hiding his new friend from me (why he wants to hide him in the first place? beats the hell out of me). But that’s kind of hard to do when most of his sentences begin or end with Baz’s name. It’s like he can’t help it. I don’t think he notices it. 

To make my life easier, I made something that looks like a planner/calendar, but I’m using it to organize what I want to happen in each chapter of the comphet house fic. The chapters are short, but this has become very necessary to not get lost in a fic that uses time-loop and a non-linear timeline at the same time. (Also because fittingly, I’m writing it out of order. I have entire scenes done that have me like... well, where do I put this?)

This is an example (censoring because otherwise I might as well be sharing the first chapter haha)

tagging @ionlydrinkhotwater @hushed-chorus @artsyunderstudy @basiltonbutliketheherb @whogaveyoupermission​  @fatalfangirl​ @johnwgrey​ @erzbethluna​  @raenestee​ @carryonsimoncarryonbaz​ @chen-chen-chen-again-chen​ and whoever wants to join! 

#six sentence someday

[tabswrites]

Six Sentence Someday

Tagged by @outpost51 here :)

I wrote more in the last 12 hours than I have in a week I’m so happy 😭 I’ll leave this open for anyone to share what they’ve been working on!

Six-ish sentences from Ascension:

“When one of our citizens commits a crime, they are brought before a group of villagers to be judged.” Kiran explained slowly, not quite understanding the confusion. “Is there not a similar system in place for your people?”

Aleksander raised his head, eyes locking onto a stout demon with bright red skin who happened to be passing by.

“Oi! Ricken!” he called out to him. The demon stopped and turned to him. “Did you steal food from the supply tent two nox ago?”

“I did, yes!” Ricken shouted back.

“Well, don’t fucking do that!” Aleksander returned his attention to Kiran with an impish grin.

#oh Aleksander you little shit #six sentence someday #tag game #cw swearing #wip: ascension

[skeptiquewrites]

Six Sentences Someday

Thanks for the tag from @wolfpants and @mintamintathings! Going to tag @goblinmatriarch @onbeinganangel + you, if you're reading this and would like.

This is from my untitled Bodice Ripper Fest fic where Harry implies he is dating Draco Malfoy but it's fine because no one has seen Draco in at least five years, and he hasn't been in the country for ten. There's no way he'll find out, right?

“Well who are they then?” Ron needled him ceaselessly since Friday night. “Do we know them? It’s not another Tilda is it?”

“No, it’s not another Tilda.” If Harry wanted to risk poisoning by love potion again, he could do better than his obsessed ex-apprentice who had appeared to be normal, until she had declared her body, soul, and boundless love for Harry via flash mob in Diagon Alley. Harry shuddered at the memory.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me.” Ron looked wounded, but it didn't fool Harry. It was the same face Ron made at Molly for the end piece of the Sunday roast, as he knew Molly considered Hermione’s vegetarianism an advanced form of torture.

“If I tell you anything, half the people in the world will know by lunch.”

“I’ll keep it between us.”

“He’s really very private,” Harry tried to insist, but in doing so made a critical error.

#wip snip #untitled bodice ripper #drarry #is it still fake dating if someone enlists you without their knowledge to avoid their friends making a fuss about their exes marrying? #find out! #six sentence someday