Sunday Romance

( @sunday-romance​ )

#sundayheat (not overtly explicit and more intimate, but it’s definitely naughty)

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The explorer duo Haven and Lomana rested up from another scuffle with creatures from another dimension. These uncanny mockeries of humans with their unnerving true forms gave them trouble, but squads of 5 or more were tolerable with their experience. Their armor gave their powers an added shield in skirmishes, and removing it showed their exposed arms and faces covered in scars with various signs of healing. The pair rested in their usual secluded spot away from civilization in the one grassy area untouched by invaders.

Haven’s rough hands gently grasped Lomana’s arm as he looked at the damage. He smiled that no major harm was done, but he also felt comforted when touching her, grounding him from nervous shocks after battle. Lomana grinned from his protective nature and brushed her coiled hair back reflexively. The routine healing shaken up by the news after their ordeal.

Portals erupted over the north spilling out beings with only slaughter and looting in their minds. Haven and Lomana met and fought them countless times, but evidence told these were an army that possessed a calculated sense of subjugation. Crafty thinking and scrappy teamwork alone won’t cut it, and their home was next.

Prompt:   If Tomorrow Never Comes 

Word count:  1229

Tagging: @sunday-romance @sophiaroe  @viawrites-andacts

These two characters have been with me for literally decades.  It’s classic star-crossed lovers, but the problem in the story that I’ve turned a blind eye to for decades is one I can no longer ignore.  I haven’t fixed it yet, but I will.  In all iterations, though, there’s a grand battle that is the climax, the last stand of the Good Guys against the Bad Guys.  Before that battle there’s this moment between these two.  Here is that moment.  

Carseir stormed through the camp.  She couldn’t be doing this.  They couldn’t let her do this.  He couldn’t let her do this.  He had to find her and change her mind.  She couldn’t put herself at so much risk.  Her Clan needed her.  Their daughter needed her.  Truth be told, he needed her, much as he needed air to breathe or water to drink.  She couldn’t lead the Kalastri into battle.  She couldn’t.  There had to be someone else.  He just had to convince her of it.  

He charged into her tent.  The speech he had prepared died at the sight of her.  She had her armor on, her blades strapped to her.  She glanced at him in surprise.  The faintest hint of a smile touched her face, robbing him of the ability to talk.  Even now, on the verge of battle, just the sight of her reduced him to want.  He wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to once again delight in the feel of her against him.  Yet he stayed perfectly still.  He long ago lost that privilege.  He may never earn that privilege back.  He certainly wouldn’t if she followed the plan.  

He straightened, willing himself to focus on why he was here.  He glanced at Valindi.  “I’d like a word alone with A’isha.”  

Valindi snorted.  “Just one word?”  She shot him a lethal look.  “Certain that she doesn’t deserve at least two?”  

He scowled, a biting retort on his tongue.  He crushed it as A’isha spoke.  “It’s all right, Val.”  

Ok so I already started thinking about the fact, that with all the timeline I spread out for "Guild Hunter Sojan" through all those short stories, did Lyran and Sojan ever got into a fight or even parted for a while? And then @sunday-romance prompt came in and here we are. It is angsty It is relieving. It is a little bit naughty And it is sweet. So warning for some minor foreplay? I mean, it is nothing heavy that would make it a NSFW thing. Tagging @ashen-crest @adie-dee @cometworks @vivian-is-writing @viskafrer @abalonetea

So this takes place about six years after the main WIP

Reunion

Spring was already slowly turning into summer, and yet nothing could make Sojan look at it with the usual joy. His way led him to Cithrelnym, after Dessielle had almost forced him in winter to come to the spring festival this year. It was probably her attempt to distract him from the fact that Lyran was not with him. More than a year ago, Lyran had expressed a desire to wander the world alone. He wanted to finally see Amitan and Layvandan. Sojan had suggested coming along, a hunter always found work, but Lyran had gently discouraged him. Even after all this time, Sojan still didn't know if it hadn't simply been Lyran's attempt to break up with him. No matter what it was true, he could only accept it. Probably five years on the road together had been too much in the end.

@sunday-romance time!

The rain drums on the roof above Fate as she sits by the window, listening to the rhythmic sound. When the kettle on the stove begins to whistle, she stands up and finishes making her tea. Her head feels clear and empty, in a sort of meditative state. She hold the mug of tea, feeling the heat in the palm of her hand. Her magic reaches towards the heat, feeding on it. Fate takes a moment to regain focus, pulling her magic back in and silencing it.

Then she sighed and set down the second mug of tea in front of Destiny, who flinched. He blinked hard, still unsure if this was a dream or not. Slowly, he reached out and took the mug of tea. Fate sat down across from him. "It's just green tea, its not going to hurt you."

"I'm not worried about the tea." Destiny said quietly. He staring into the mug, avoiding eye contact.

"We have an agreement, Tiny. I don't go back on my word."

Destiny took a deep breath, leaning back in his chair. "Well forgive me if I'm apprehensive, this is going to take some getting used to."

"I understand, we don't have to talk right now." Fate stands up again and goes back to the couch by the window, still holding the mug of tea.

Destiny takes a sip of tea, feeling the heat travel down to his knotted stomach, still twisted with nerves. He also feels that strange mix of emotions that surround this situation. The hate and anguish of the recent past swirling with the ever present infatuation, and of course, the very first edge of hope peeking through.

Prompt:  Clouds above us

Word count:  669

Tagging: @sunday-romance @sophiaroe  @viawrites-andacts 

Just a little Jade and Ronin fluff.  Nothing more.  I’ll simply say I’m with Jade here.  

“Ronin?”  

“In the garage.”  

Jade headed through the kitchen to his garage.  He was in his Porsche Cayenne, retrieving something from the glove box.  She walked towards him.  “Hey, I was wondering if…”  

She glanced at the other car in the garage then at Ronin then back at the car.  Her eyes widened as her mouth dropped open.  

“What?”  he asked as he closed the Cayenne’s door.  

She took a step closer.  “Is that what I think it is?”  

He glanced at the car behind him.  “Depends on what you think it is.”  

She shot him an annoyed look even as she moved closer.  “That’s a Ferrari.”  

“Why, yes it is.”  

She touched the red hood.  “Portofino?”  

He grinned.  “Yes.”  

“Oh.”  

She ran her fingers over the curves of the hood.  A Ferrari.  She’d always wanted to drive one except she knew she never would.  She wouldn’t have the money and if she did have the money, she had other priorities first.  However, she did love these cars.  She loved the old ones and the new ones and she particularly loved the ones that were the convertibles.  She could imagine herself driving the back roads with nothing but the road before her and the sky above her.  She’d choose a day with some clouds but not a lot.  In fact, a day a lot like today.  She wanted some blue sky but also some clouds above her to keep the glare down.  

She closed her eyes, spreading her hand over cool metal.  If it was a convertible, she’d have the top down and she’d have the radio blasting something good and she’d drive.  She’d find the best windy, twisty roads, and she’d see how fast and how well the car would hug the road.  If there was a straightaway, it would be pedal to the metal to see how fast she could go.  Damn, it would be so amazing and fun and… 

Ronin’s chuckle brought her out of her reverie.  She opened her eyes.  “What?”  

He approached her.  “Nothing except now I think I’m a little jealous of my car.”  

“And why would you be jealous?”  She turned to him as he invited her into his arms.  

“Because of the look on your face, like bliss.”  He kissed her lightly.  “I’m concerned you’re in love with my car.”  

“Well, it is a Ferrari.”  

He laughed again.  “Yeah, I know.”  

“What’s not to love?”  

“Oh, many things, but none that would seem important to you.”  He kissed her again, this time less lightly and more hungry.  “Wanna drive it?”  

She gasped, taking an involuntary step back before bouncing her feet.  “Really?”  

His grin widened.  “Yes.  Really.”  

She clapped her hands rapidly before thrusting her arms into the air.  “Yes!”  She danced in a circle.  “Yes!  Yes!  Yes!”  Suddenly self-conscious, she stopped her victory dance and threw a facade of calm over her.  “I mean, why, yes, Ronin.  That sounds like a lovely idea.”  

He laughed, hard, before sweeping her into her arms and kissing her thoroughly.  “Brilliant.  I’ll take us somewhere good then let you take over.”  

Disappointment crossed her face and she couldn’t hide.  “I can’t drive it there?”  

He shook his head.  “The car’s a little wonky if you’re not used to it.”  He kissed her.  “Promise that if you don’t stall out the car more than three times, I’ll let you drive home.”  

“Three times?”  He nodded.  “Oh, ye of little faith.”  

He grinned.  “Trust me.”  

“Fine,” she agreed as dramatically as she possibly could.  

“Excellent.”  He took her hand and headed back into the house.  He stopped when he reached the door.  “Wait, what were you going to ask me about?”  

She stared at him.  “No idea.”  

“None?”  

“Nope.  I’ve just got fast cars and loose men on my brain now.”  

He laughed.  “Hope you think I’m the loose man in that scenario.”  

( for @sunday-romance​​​ )

#sundaylove

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It was their special place to breathe and live. No war, no scandal, no economy, no pandemonium. Robin and Jesse did their daily volunteering, and both came to the one place where the world could stop for only a moment. The sun lowered as the blanket of clouds protected them from brightness. An added shield in a world that changed so much and yet so little.

No matter the scars they bore on their limbs and bodies, they healed at the top of the hill. The forces of grueling work, trigger-happy authority, and cruel apathy of neighbors become ongoing weights for their souls. But this soft mountain beyond the turmoil of life grants them safe haven with its dancing tulips.

Clouds raced on as time slowed down to the young lovers. Their white color turned darker and more violet each time they looked up. They share hands and make sure only their eyes are locked to each other. Blond and black hair tangled together as their heads met in a timeless space. Very few words were spoken, yet Robin chimed that it would be perfect for a flute to play in this serenity. Jesse chuckled and thought the wind was plenty of music.

Their eyes peered at the orange sunset,  bleeding together with blues and violets. Warmth and calmness swept over their minds, and the cool breeze nudged them to huddle for heat. The sky felt vast and limitless. It was a canvas for their optimism, painting their futures anchored by the clouds as homes without gunfire or bloodshed. Jesse was more realistic about how soon it would be, but Robin held on with a smile.

Welcome again Everybody!

Here we go again, after the wonders you created last week!

As before, you may use the prompt in any shape or form, as an inspiration, use the line, don’t use the line, whatever you like.

There are two versions and I’d like to ask everyone to tag properly so those who don’t want to see NSFW content can block the tag:

clean tag: #sundaylove

NSFW tag: #sundayheat (trigger warnings are highly appreciated)

Everyone is most welcome, this is a safe place for all of you.

And now to the point, this weeks prompt is:

Word limit: 100-1500 (please, put it behind read more over 500 words)

You have until 12 PM, 14th June, 2021 (UK time)

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Works submitted at a later time are going to be posted at the end of every month in a master post.

Have fun and keep the romance going xx

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@sunday-romance

Word Count: 716

 The ball was, beyond any shadow of a doubt, an astounding success. It seemed like every notable member of high society was in attendance. Wealthy young ladies in richly-coloured elaborate gowns and heavy intricate jewellery spun round the room on the arms of dashing gentlemen in dark velvet suits. A long buffet table bedecked with cakes, sweets, and biscuits lined the far wall. Strings of flowers stretched from the rafters and flecks of multicoloured glitter seemed to cover everything. 

 Unfortunately, Cordelia de Winter was in no position to enjoy any of it, because her view was blocked by the staunch, heavy frame of Richard Carberry, Duke of Westwood. 

Prompt:  Save the last dance for me 

Word count:  1440 

Tagging:  @sunday-romance @sophiaroe @viawrites-andacts  

I had a harder time with this one, so I just started to see where it led me.  I’m not sure about the ending, but I was running out of words and inspiration and time, so here you go.  This week’s humble offering.  

“So, you going to the dance?”  he asked, glancing at her profile. 

She shrugged as she dug her feet deeper into the sand.  “I don’t know.  Probably not.”  

“You should go.”   

“Why?”  

He looked away.  “Think it would be fun.”  He glanced at her to find her staring at him.  “What?”  

Her frown was more puzzlement and surprise than displeasure.  “Why do you think dancing is fun?”  

He mirrored her surprise.  “Because it is.”  

“No, it’s not.”  

“Sure, it is.” 

“Uh, no, and it’s not like I even know how to dance.”  

He grinned.  “Dancing’s easy.  You just move your body however the music makes you want to move.”  

She made an annoyed noise.  “My body doesn’t move to music.”  

“Sure it does.”  He came to his feet, brushing sand off as he did.  “C’mon.  Let’s dance.”  

She pulled back slightly.  “What?  Now?”