Sunday six
I really like seeing what people are working on, so let’s do Sunday six and tag 6 other writers.
“Eames is standing at the door waiting for Arthur. He holds it open. It’s not a date, obviously, but gestures like this make it feel almost as if it is. “The subway’s just up there,” says Eames, and they walk in companionable silence. On the train, Eames sits closer than is strictly necessary. Arthur catches his eye in the dark window and they smile goofily at each other.”
I tag @deinvatiwrites , @fiamac , @somedrunkpirate , @oceaxereturns , @katiewont and @teacuphuman09
Oof, I just finished up a big A/E one, because it’s Finish a WIP September! So, that means… I still have three others to finish. 😬Here’s a snippet from the “secretly married” Man from UNCLE fic I started.
“How many shirts do you own?” Gaby asked, after he’d been at it for a while. Napoleon arched an eyebrow at her. “An obscene number, I assure you. It would make you blush to know how many shirts I own. In fact, I hate to tell you, for fear your delicate sensibilities would never recover.” Illya grunted but his lips twitched.
I tag @iamanonniemouse (ahem) @coffeecupandcorgi @diemondgrimm @brookebond (you’ve got one or two, right?) @horchatita and @dandalf-the-disco (A/E auf Deutch? Bitte?)
I’m being called out for my inability to stick to one fic again. But fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine… Let me see what I’ve got. I couldn’t decide which one to put but here, you can have 6 sentences of a Man From UNCLE fic I am totally not working on.
“Fancy seeing you here, Peril.”
Illya grabbed his gun, spinning and levelling the barrel at Solo. “Getting sloppy, Cowboy?” They’d only seen each other in the flesh once before and Illya could remember it as though it had only happened yesterday. In reality, the one and only time Illya had seen Napoleon Solo was when the man had pulled him from a canal in Venice three years ago before disappearing from the face of the Earth.
“Thought you might like a hand,” Napoleon said with a shrug so casual that Illya had to wonder if the American realised Illya had spent years of his life trying to arrest him.
I’ll tag… @amysnotdeadyet @somedrunkpirate @youcantsaymylastname @opalescentgold @castillon02 @spiritofcamelot
We’re taking over!!! (Guys I’m honestly so happy y’all have joined me in the Man From Uncle frenzy. Alone for almost two years and now I have y’all **sobs**) Here are my 6 sentences from my big mfu Jaeger AU WIP. I just posted the ninth chapter today!
This is from a scene that will take at least another 10000 chapters to get to, but I’ve been staring at it lovingly for about a month, so I’d thought I’d share for once.
Illya places his hand over his and he shivers.
“You’re cold,” Napoleon says, it isn’t a question and he doesn’t sound concerned.
“Yeah,” Illya says and feels a chill pass over his body pleasantly. Like a cold shower on a hot summer day. Relief, cleansing and clarity all at once.
Napoleon is smiling down at him, his piercing eyes bright, and for the first time in a long time, Illya doesn’t feel like he’s burning inside.
I’ll tag @iamanonniemouse @jambees221b @oceaxereturns @bryonyashley @dandalf-the-disco @the-moon-loves-the-sea
Feel free to ignore the tag! it’s not about stress, but it’s about fun ;p
I doubt this fic will ever see the light of day but let’s do it. Thanks @somedrunkpirate! :D
A familiar voice come from behind the door. “Cowboy, It’s me.”
Fuck! What was doing Illya in there? Napoleon checked the hallway. No one was nearby. He closed the door softly and turned on the light, looking around the room with a frown.
“I’m sorry.” Illya’s knuckles were red and split, his hands bruised. He was sitting on the red leather armchair, one of the few furniture that has survived his fit of rage. He looked up at Napoleon with guilty eyes.
Napoleon sighed. “Come here,” he said. Illya stood up and faced him. He was still somehow angry, Napoleon could tell. “Hey….” he murmured, wrapping one arm around Illya’s neck and pulling him into an embrace, feeling his lover relax against his body. “What’s going on?” asked Napoleon when they parted.
I tag @el3anorrigby, @riley1cannon, @aliciiavikander, @nicijones, @pudentilla and @nasturtian <3
Since I’ve been tagged twice I can do it twice. Once on my main blog and then on the Napollya blog for a tmfu fic. But here I take the liberty to post an extract of my Cherik fanfic which is already several thousand words long by now:
Surprisingly, it was Daniel’s dad catching him studying a herd a little away from the actual farm. “Taking some pictures of the big herd?” He asked with a friendly smile. Charles looked up. “I hope it’s not a problem.” “Oh no. Feel free to do so. Is it a hobby of yours?” He nodded at the camera. “Looks pretty expensive.” He pointed out. Charles blushed. “From a father who has no idea of my actual hobbies.” He explained. “But I’m trying it out. Not very successfully though, I might admit.” Erik hummed. “Well, perhaps I can help you.” He sat down in the grass next to Charles. He plugged some grass from the ground and studied the herd like Charles was. “Oh, you don’t have to. I don’t want to keep you from your work,” Charles interrupted. “No, it’s fine. I got to spend some time with my future son-in-law.” Erik smiled at Charles who replied but felt forced. “I think you just gotta start taking pictures. It should do something to you, you know. Whatever you take a picture of has to have a meaning. Evoke emotion.” He explained. Charles tried hard to gape but nod instead. Erik had given such a casual advice but it made so much sense to Charles. “Alright. I’ll try that.” Erik smiled and stood up dusting off his pants. “See you around. Show me the results some time, alright?” He told him and walked over towards the horses. Charles took his camera up and snapped a picture. The camera clicked and spit out the first picture. Charles let it dry for a moment before giving it a judgemental look. He liked it. The morning mist was lying on the field, blurring the horse shapes slightly and Erik just about to vanish in the same.
Thanks @bryonyashley and since I’m pretty sure you’d rather have a Napollya piece I’ll also tag you in that. :D
