...Marabelle Series

Crown Prince Liam Rys & Lady Sophia Taylor

Six Sentence Sunday

...future chapter

...Liam's heart was racing as he leaned in, his lips a fraction of an inch away from hers. But suddenly, he felt Sophie's hand pushing him back, her expression sad.

"I can't do this," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Liam froze. "Why not?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Because we can't be together, Liam," she replied, her voice cracking with emotion.

"What are you ... but why not?" he persisted, his heart sinking.

"Because you will be king, and I ... I am just a commoner." Sophie covered her now tearful face, as she broke down in despair.

"I don't belong here..."

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Six Sentence Sunday

Hey friends! Long time no post. I feel like time is absolutely slipping away from me recently, but I finally finished a big project I've been working on since last year and I'm both so excited to share it with you soon and also SO glad to just be done so I can focus a bit more on other projects.

Like this one! My fic Apres which I really can't share much about until it's posted. But here's some relatively spoiler free Niamh and Agatha.

I grab some pants from the floor and get them halfway up my legs before realizing they’re Niamh’s. When I turn to face her she’s giving me a quizzical look, and I just keep tugging them up. She raises an eyebrow. “You can have mine. If you like.” “You’re strange,” she says, and it sounds (and feels) more like, “You’re deeply attractive.” Which, well, I know. But she never lets me know it, so I’ll bask in it, thanks very much. I find my own lacy knickers and toss them into her lap. She doesn’t comment as she pulls them on. “Do you wear these all the time? [redacted]? They can’t be comfortable long term,” she grouses, snapping the waistband. “You’d be surprised.”

And here is a teeny preview from my Big Secret Project (that a handful of people have sussed me out over already ahahaha)

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Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

I tripped into a new WIP document again, whoops. This one is even more self-indulgent than usual (which is fucking saying something) aaaaaaaaaaand I already had a wee cry writing the end of it—and yes, the end was almost the first thing I wrote. I'M SURE IT'S FINE. I also made a moodboard for Inspiration Weekend earlier today, and while I think the snippet below will give pretty much everyone a good GENERAL idea of what I'm doing here, the moodboard + a couple of other little meta hints will be enough for those in the know to figure out more SPECIFICALLY what I'm doing here (and therefore why I had a weep writing the ending).

“It’s called NORA.” Henry barely spares Alex a glance, heading straight for the controls; he and NORA know each other well enough by now that she hums to life under his palms. “Navigational Oscillation of Relative Astronomy. And before you ask, no, I didn’t come up with the name. I’d tell you to take it up with the Time Lords, but…” he trails off as Alex gasps loudly, realising too late that he forgot to warn the man before opening the doors.  “It’s… bigger! On the inside! From the outside it looks small, but then inside… all this space!” There’s something odd about the way Alex is holding himself—his too-bright expression as he looks around, the way his palm presses to the centre of his chest instead of over his heart—but Henry doesn’t have time to figure it out, nor to hold this stranger’s hand through a fairly basic level of dimensional transcendentality. His Alex is running around out there somewhere, wearing god-knows-which of his dozen faces and liable to return to NORA at some point. And if he finds out Henry’s here… He knows exactly what will happen if Alex—his Alex—finds him. Henry’s not an idiot, and his diary is almost full.  But that’s a problem for another time. Right now, he has a job to do. And this man who invited himself along, with the right name and the wrong face, is nothing short of a distraction.

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Sunday Sentences, April 21, 2024

I actually have sentences today! Revisited an old friend this morning while at breakfast for the first time since February. I didn't realize how much I missed this universe, so welcome back to my single dad Alex fic.

Thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes @thesleepyskipper and @cha-melodius for the tags!

Henry knows it's a sensitive topic before he asks the question, but turns his attention away from watching Elena on the jungle gym to look at June and asks, "What about her mother?" June purses her lips, breathing deeply while she considers Henry's question. He takes this is a good sign, since every time he asks Alex about it, the topic is immediately shut down. "What has Alex told you?" June's voice is cautious and it takes her an extra beat before turning her head to meet Henry's gaze.  "You know Alex." June nods."I do." Henry turns his attention back to the playground for a moment, long enough for Elena to see him watching, and he feels that tug in his chest that's become as familiar and automatically to him as breathing. Elena waves at him, smiles so wide Henry can see her dimples even at a distance, and he knows there is absolutely nothing he wouldn't do to keep her happy, protected, and loved. June must sense that in him because she takes a deep breath and begins to talk.

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Some Sentences Sunday

thanks for the tags this week @prettygoododds and @forabeatofadrum!

i couldn't find a way to whittle this down to six sentences, so you get however many this is instead.

this is from one of my upcoming @carry-on-sapphic-week fics, it's fem!Snowbaz. you might remember i shared a different snippet of it a few weeks ago.

under the cut for slight nsfw-ness.

“So, can we see what you drew?” Nellie asks eagerly.

“I lost the drawing.”

“Yeah, right.” Devi smirks. “It’s probably taped to your ceiling.”

“Believe it or not, I’m not actually so egotistical as to masturbate to my own art.” I retort as Nellie giggles. Besides, I think to myself, Snow has an instagram.

I’m not proud of myself for that one.

and here's something for @carryon-disability-week for good measure!

We’ve gotten halfway round the reservoir, and I think I understand how Simon felt when he was about to go off. I’m absolutely fuming, seething, because the blasted cane is actually helping, and I can’t stop smiling despite myself.

My leg barely hurts at all. We’ve walked so much farther than I thought we would manage, and Simon is extremely pleased with himself. With his dreadful coat and its godforsaken inside pockets.

He’s trying to be humble about it, but he keeps giving me these glances. I catch him at it again and knock my shoulder into his.

“Smug bastard.”

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Sentences Sunday 4/21/2024

thanks for the tags: @doublecheekedkinard @cha-melodius @firenati0n @magicandarchery

happy Sunday friends! I hope everyone is having a good weekend! I'm still trucking along with speak now (or forever hold your piss)

Alex puts his face in his hands and fights the urge to scream. He knows how his mother can drone on. He has sat through more than one of her state of the union addresses and campaign stump speeches, he even helped write some of those. He rubs his hands on his face and tenderly readjusts in his seat, he turns slightly on his hip, squeezing his thighs together tighter.   He squeezes and he listens to his mother talk about a monkey, his wooden heart and his search to find his dream monkey. Her voice cracks when she looks at Zahra and reads the line ‘And then, he saw her. Standing before him, as radiant and as beautiful as the sunshine.’ He thinks about how radiant and beautiful Zahra looks standing up there, he focuses on what he thinks is a tear rolling down her unveiled cheek. Anything to take his mind off the stressing seams of his bladder.

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thank you @bookish-bogwitch for the tag 🥰

I am planning on posting ch26 of BTL on its birthday (5/4) so a little less than two more weeks! Let's see if I make it that long lmao.

This screenshot is quite spoilery so read at your own risk I guess?

I feel a little silly tagging these days as I'm not very familiar with the landscape of the fandom anymore! Gotta love some social anxiety lol. Take these as a simple hello @pipsqueakparker @otherworldsivelivedin @scone-lover @rainbow-0bsidian @krisrix @ninemagicks @blackberrysummerblog @ivelovedhimthroughworse @artsyunderstudy @thewholelemon @noblecorgi & anyone who wants to share!

Thanks for the tags today @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @bookish-bogwitch and @monbons! I love your WIPs/fics tremendously. And thanks to all my other lovelies who keep tagging me every wipsday even though I only seem to share every 6 weeks or so 😂. Contrary to how it may appear, I am consistently working away on Chapter 5 of Hiding Out in the Open and I'm SO CLOSE to being done.

Anyway, let's catch up with way more than six sentences of Baz in one of my favourite places: mid-spiral.

What would Snow think it meant that I sent this to him? “Every time I said this reminds me of you, what I really meant was: this reminds me of me,” I’d told him once. Why did I ever say that? Why did I tell him anything reminded me of him, ever? Why didn’t I stop for a single solitary second to consider the dangerous precedent it would set, or how ridiculously transparent I was being with my secret garden and my cute snacks and my desperate incentives to let me close? Fuck me, what if he thought this was the reveal I’d idiotically teased to lure him out on a Friday night? "Surprise, Snow! I fell for you the moment we met, spent half the ensuing years mistaking the intense pain of knowing I could never have you for hatred, and the remainder pining after you in miserable silence and planning to die by your sword. Let’s discuss the psychological implications in painstaking detail! I brought popcorn!"

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part two of six sentence sunday. you got the au you know and love. now you get the bullshit for like ten people. this is also more than six but it's entirely for my own benefit. have you guys heard the good word about deadsea

“Are you alright?” Maruu asks. 

“Oh, I’m great,” he says, and he laughs. “I’ve always said I look best in red.”

He takes a few steps closer, stopping at the bounds of the farm. He stands in the wheat, half grown, and watches Maruu still at the water’s edge. 

“Syyrin’s still making her way back,” he adds, “But with how that godawful strip mine is, it’ll take her a while. For now, it’s just us.”

Lew isn’t sure if Maruu will think that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Maruu is more than familiar with what he’s like on red, but it’s one thing to share his fever and another thing entirely to suffer the brunt of it. 

Maruu takes a purposeful step out of the water. Her hands are clasped behind her back, and when she steps, the muddy ground squelches under her shoe. She makes a face, and Lew snickers, but it doesn’t stop her from closing about half the distance. 

That little red life instinct rears its ugly head again, a coiled snake ready to strike. 

“You should already know by now,” Lew says, the closest thing to a warning he’s willing to offer, “what I’m going to ask you.”

hey guys im back on my bullshit in another life series. shoutout to my death game soulmate @xmaruu11 for being insane with me in double life and in limited life over the past few months, we're having a lot of fun

it's a late sentence sunday! 4.21.24

hi friends! hope all is well. i've been so enjoying everyone's words today! thank you so much for the tags @o0anapher0o @doublecheekedkinard @magicandarchery @piratefalls

@bigassbowlingballhead @lfg1986-2 @onthewaytosomewhere!

Today I bring you more from the companion fic to Henry's tummy fic, which I've worked on a bit more today.

Henry sighs again. “Mum called today. She reminded me that Gran’s birthday is next weekend, and that I told her we’d be there.”  Alex groans. “Oh, Christ, Hen, I don’t want to…”  “I don’t want to either, Alex, but I promised her a month ago that we would. She bought the plane tickets, everyone knows we’re coming, I just…I just fucking forgot, somehow. I don’t know how.” Henry says this, but he knows how he forgot. He forgot because he didn’t want to go. He forgot because he has been so happy here, in his little bubble with Alex, and the idea of going back to London would burst it. He only wants to stay here, where he’s happy and safe and not being watched by anyone and everyone, especially his family. He wants to stay here, where his body is an object of affection, not something that will undoubtedly be the topic of much discussion and disdain.

tagging: @england-would-fall @henrysfox @luainthewild @tailsbeth-writes

@eusuntgratie @agostobuwan @duchessdepolignaca03 @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @priincebutt

and open tag for anyone who might want to!

Thanks @thesleepyskipper @magicandarchery @myheartalivewrites @firenati0n @14carrotghoul @anincompletelist @affectionatelyrs @iboatedhere and @emmalostinwonderland for the tags!

More Divergent AU...

There was the sound of roaring behind them, and the Dauntless in front of and behind him started running again. Alex and Nora started jogging to keep up.

They were both too short, though, their strides not long enough to keep up with the rest of the pack, and they would've fallen behind, but as others started jumping on the train, the guy with pink hair reached out. “Come on!”

Alex grasped his hand, reaching back to take Nora's as well, and the three of them collapsed on the floor of the train, Nora and Alex dragging themselves in.

When he caught his breath and looked at his surroundings, he saw that the person who had helped him on the train was looking at him with a hint of skepticism.

With so much going on in tag games this weekend, I'm not 100% sure if I'm going to tag people who have already done this- so if you've done it, I'm sorry! Open tag for those who want to and haven't, too!

@cha-melodius @gayrootvegetable @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @heysweetheart-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @ninzied @onthewaytosomewhere @theprinceandagcd @read-and-write- @smc-27 @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @violetbaudelaire-quagmire

thanks @jmagnabo92 @kiwiana-writes and @magicandarchery for the tags! I've been struggling with psych au for a hot minute, but keep coming up with random, contextless bits and pieces that make me laugh, so i thought for today, i'd pull some fun quotes from my notes app. one of these is a nod to a running gag in the show, so let me know if you spot it! (tags under the cut.)

1.

And Henry? Henry actually looks offended. "I am begging your finest pardon?"

2.

"Nora, you got caught in the middle of a bank robbery last month."

"See, that the difference, Alex. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. When we get in trouble doing this job it is very rarely under those circumstances, and it's almost always your fault."

3.

"So how'd an attractive Brit like yourself wind up going from redcoat to turncoat?"

"Spite, mostly."

4.

Alex is a "zig when you zag" kind of guy. Mostly with the intention of being petty.

5.

"Don't be a Surprised Pikachu, Zahra. I can know things, too."

6.

"Am I the only one who thinks this feels a little off?"

"No, you're right," Nora hums, head cocked to the side as though she's studying them. "It's very...Folgers commercial."

Henry spits out his tea.

+ 1 I shared a while ago but love so much I'm doing it again.

"And now here I am," Alex says, arms wide as he gestures at the cluttered office space around him. "The funny bone in the long arm of the law."

tagging @ninzied @alasse9 @onthewaytosomewhere @iboatedhere @priincebutt

@forever-fixating @firenati0n @duchessdepolignaca03 @taste-thewaste @jellibuns

@nocoastposts + an open tag!

Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags @monbons and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe!!

I have two weeks left of school now and I'm so ready to be done and have more time for writing. I was going to write yesterday but instead I made two fan edits, which took the entire day, but was fun! The real reason we need a Carry On movie is so I could make fan edits of them. Imagine them to literally any Hozier song.

I've written maybe 400 words this whole week, but I'll still be posting the next chapter of Proof of Life tomorrow. It's the first one in Simon's POV. Here's a snippet (below the cut for mild spoilers for the first four chapters)

Where is he? Why didn’t he come back to Watford? Doesn’t he know that it’s driving me crazy?

I pull at my hair. He probably is just plotting, I remind myself. 

We’ll track our way to Baz and find him taming some giant beast to kill me. Or maybe he’ll be with the Humdrum, and it’ll turn out that Baz has been working with him the whole time.

We’ll find him, and I’ll feel stupid about having ever worried in the first place.

“You were worried about me?” Baz will tease in his usual condescending way. He’ll sneer at me. “You should spend more time being worried for yourself.”

Then he’ll finally snap and drink my blood.

Having a lot of fun posting this fic, but I'm def falling behind in editing. I'll probably have to take a posting break sometime soon. But not yet. I need the serotonin from the comments to get me through finals week.

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Six Some Sentences Sunday

Thank you to @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for the tag! Your snippet of Back and Back and Back was lovely. Little baby Baz with a smiling, knowing Simon was adorable.

After the major reveal of Chapter 4, it is going to get harder to do updates without huge spoilers for those of you who have not yet started reading. There are only two solutions to that problem: 1) you can no longer click on my previews at all--I know some of you have been reading them even though you aren't reading the actual fic yet!--or an even better solution, 2) you start reading! You won't regret it, I promise.

With that in mind, the first two paragraphs of Chapter 5 should be safe for everyone, even if you haven't been completely sucked in by The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch yet. (Although seriously, what are you waiting for???)

Hampshire, England March 8, 1708 Natasha has always insisted that glassworkers are forged in the crucible of heartbreak. After all, to become a master glassblower, the kind that produces tableware worthy of the crown, means years of suffering, of failure and injury, of glass gone wrong in every way imaginable, before finally producing anything of note, anything worth keeping. Baz may have grown up a glassworker, but his crucible is only just beginning. 

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Six Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @takeyourcyanide, natürlich,, Time for six seven sentences from a WIP B)

"Death, it's hot." The stoic didn't reply. Spirit knew Stein hated humoring complaining, but the former loved to make noise, anyways. He hummed with refocus once he actually took note of the room, his roommate’s unclothed back starting to glimmer with sweat. "Although, maybe they can take a bit longer on fixing the A/C if it means it keeps you out of your clothes." Stein barely turned to the redhead in the swiveling chair, revealing a sort of DIY contraption of a holed bucket and a fan in his lap. “I’m working on it.”

I love being a tease. This snippet says nothing about the actual fic. It's also from a piece I've only barely and vaguely mentioned to one person.

UMM @midnightcaptions TAG YOU'RE IT. Also anyone who reads this. I am tagging you with my laser eyes.

Definitely Not Six Sentence Sunday

From the whump bingo prompt for ‘ear injury’

More like sick sentence Sunday am I right

If Ted could take a step back in his office chair, he would. Doctor Emily gave him a look that could’ve cut glass. “He won’t be playing tomorrow.”

“He won’t?” Ted parroted, more than a little baffled at how serious things had gotten since that morning. “Because of his ear? That seems like overkill, for something as small as an ear infection-“

“Is your hearing all right, Coach Lasso?” the doctor interrupted. “Would you like me to test it? Because it seems to me that you’re having trouble understanding what I’ve said. No, Jamie will not be cleared tomorrow. In fact, I thought I was very clear when I told you earlier that by my standards, he wasn’t even fit to participate in training today. And he certainly isn’t clear now, given that he continues to hold a fever and also, as we’ve already discussed, has a ruptured eardrum. Which, in addition to being painful, also puts him at risk of dizziness and vertigo, as well as, in the long term, a not insubstantial risk of permanent hearing impairment. Depending on how he heals, he may require surgery. So no, not only would I not clear him for tomorrow’s match, I wouldn’t even clear him to drive a car home, let alone take on ninety-plus minutes of high intensity athletics. Are we clear now? Or should I grab an otoscope and give you an examination?”