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Fiction Friday: “Specific Enough”

Kyran crouched down behind the barrel, watching the people combing the street in front of them. “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?”

Arwyn ticked each person off his finger. “Actually, it’s more like eight.

“Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”

Arwyn bit back a chuckle. The man was so cute when he got angry. Especially when that was directed at Arwyn. It must be why he needled him so often. “At least half of them don’t even know what they’re doing. We just have to wait them out, then we can get out of here.”

“And what about the other half?”

“Between the two of us, I’m sure we can take them on. Don’t worry, I’ve got your back.”

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Back to my Pirates story for this week’s Fiction Friday. Not quite sure how they get to this point or where it will go from here.

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Fiction Friday: “In the Car”

“Where are you going?” Wyatt asked, propping himself up in the bed.

Kaden glanced over his shoulder at the way the sheet draped over the man’s waist. It made him want to slid back into that bed, but he couldn’t. Still, he forced a grin. “I’m either going out for ice cream, or to commit a heinous crime. I’ll decide in the car.”

“Not funny,” Wyatt growled, but Kaden saw his lips twitch anyway. “You’re not supposed to tell a cop before you commit a crime. And you being out of my bed at this hour is a bad enough one.”

Kaden curled his lips in to hide his own smile. “Are you going to arrest me, officer?” He couldn’t believe he was joking about that. At one time it would have been a perfectly serious question.

“Not if you come back willingly.”

He couldn’t hold in his grin any longer. And he moved back toward the bed, but he didn’t drop his shoes. He leaned over and kissed Wyatt. When he drew back, he ran his thumb over Wyatt’s lips. “Sorry,” he said. “I promised Mom I’d meet her and the kids for breakfast. I didn’t want to wake you, but I see I failed there. Don’t worry, when I get back you can throw me back on the bed.”

“Just watch me,” Wyatt said. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Kaden laughed and stepped back, slipping his shoes on. Then, he headed out of the apartment. But, as much as he was looking forward to seeing him mom and siblings, he still wished he was back there with Wyatt now.

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This week’s Fiction Friday prompt was the line: “I’m either going out for ice cream, or to commit a heinous crime. I’ll decide in the car.” I’m not sure if this will take place during Wyatt & Kaden’s story or sometime after.

Fiction Friday: “Wishful Thinking”

“So… what’s he like?” Tarian asked.

Kyran speared his fingers through his hair then dropped his hand to the table. “He’s cocky, controlling, too smooth for his own good and has better hair than I do.”

She laughed. “Sounds like you like him.”

“Hah, he likes himself too much for that, trust me.”

“Riiiight.” Tarian grinned at him. “Keep telling yourself that, Ky.”

He slumped back in the chair. “What is wrong with me? I’m friends with you even though your father managed to steal my kingdom away from me. And here I am, falling for a pirate captain who is the worst person for me if I have any hopes of changing my fortune.”

Tarian shook her head. “First of all, us being friends makes perfect sense. Since my father tried to have me killed. And if there hadn’t been so much fanfare when I returned my brother’s body, he probably would have tried again then. And sometimes the person who appears the worst for you is actually the best.”

From the smile on her face, he was sure she was thinking about her wife again. The queen. He still couldn’t believe that. He could only wish he could find what she apparently had. But, that’s all that was. Wishful thinking.

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Today’s Fiction Friday is brought to you by Pirates and my Snow White retelling. I didn’t realize they’d take place in the same world until I started writing this.

Fiction Friday: “Family Brunch”

“I am not above slashing my own tires to avoid going to this family brunch.”

Tereza laughed and set her hand over Carlos’ as he pulled into his mother’s parking lot. “You should have thought of that before we left our house, I guess.”

“Damn. Why didn’t I?”

“Just stop,” his wife said. “It’s going to be fine.”

“You say that every time. It’s never fine.”

“It’s better than Andrew completely ignoring your existence as well as our children’s, isn’t it?”

“Sometimes I wonder,” Carlos muttered.

“It will be fine. Carisa and Jayla are in there. I’m sure your sister is about as nervous as you. Your stepfather doesn’t keep his mouth shut about the two of them, either.”

That was about the only thing that could get Carlos out of the car without any more complaints. His baby sister deserved better than to have her own father run her down because he didn’t agree with her relationship. He picked Luis out of his carseat while Tereza got Pia from the other side then they headed up to the house together.

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Today’s Fiction Friday prompt from Pinterest was the first line of this. And it instantly brought to mind Carlos. This happens somewhere between Nowhere to Run(which I’m working on now) and Jonas & Isaac’s story(which I’ve been working on in a notebook because they just won’t leave me alone).

Fiction Friday: “A Ship”

“You make a pretty terrible captain.”

“At least I have a ship. You’re a prince and haven’t got a square foot of land to rule.”

Prince Kyran turned toward the captain, eyes narrowing on him. “You said you didn’t know who I was.”

“I actually never said that,” Arwyn said, leaning against the rail. “I simply didn’t greet you as Your Highness, seeing as you no longer have a throne. What would be the point?”

“Yes, thank you so much for pointing that out once again. It was stolen from me. I have plans to get it back.”

Arwyn snorted. “Plans. Right. Let me know when those work out for you.” And with that, he strode away from Kyran.

Kyran stared after him. He wanted to follow, so they could argue this out some more. But, really, what would be the point of that? The pirate captain was right. He was a ruler with nothing left to rule. And he still wasn’t sure how to make that change.

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I have plans in my head for this story, even though I didn’t name these characters until this morning. So, this just has me more excited to start plotting out the story.

Fiction Friday: “Straighten Your Crown”

“You survived what you thought would kill you. Now straighten your crown and move forward like the Queen you are.”

Eira glanced over at Tarian, who stood leaning next to the window. “They don’t want me to be their queen.”

Tarian snorted. “A small handful of the people who still believe the evil queen was the rightful leader. Wrongly believe, but there it is. The majority of them would follow you anywhere, Your Majesty. Just as I would.”

Eira moved over to where Tarian stood. “I told you not to call me that.”

“What else should your Captain of the Guard call you?” Tarian asked, smiling slightly.

Eira ran a hand up Tarian’s arm and braced a hand on her shoulder. “When we’re alone, Captain of the Guard is not what I consider you to be.”

“Then, what exactly am I?” Tarian asked, though from the smirk on her face, she already knew exactly what Eira was going to say.

“My wife,” Eira said, leaning in to kiss Tarian. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

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I wrote these two in a Snow White retelling. That’s still sitting around waiting for me to rework it and do something with it(either include it with a couple of my other shorter pieces or rework it into a novel).

Fiction Friday: “Do What”

“The sun hasn’t even come up yet, and you’re wanting me to do what?”

She laughed at me and tugged on my hand, making the sheet slip further down my body. Her eyes still twinkled. “It’s called a run. It’s not like it’s a special favor.”

“I’d do any special favor for you, as long as it was here in this bed. There’s no reason to get out of it, is there? We can work up a sweat here.”

She just grinned at me and finished pulling the sheet away. “Come on. We can do that after the run.”

Finally, some incentive for me to actually get out of bed.

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No idea who these characters actually are. Whether they’re actually already existing characters or not. Maybe they’ll tell me eventually. 😉

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