#merawritesstuff

Rules: share the first lines of ten five of your most recent fanfics and tag ten five people. I don't have ten fanfics lol so we're just posting the first line of my top 5 fave fics that I've written and posted <3

1)

The Stars Incline Us

the Part II where Ellie gets her chance at saving the world (or at least her little corner of it) and finds out just how loved she is along the way

The sun casts long shadows and low golden light on Jackson’s western front as Ellie and Joel walk the dirt road home. The prairie is singing, crickets thrumming the sound of summer.

2)

The Reaping Song

The Tommy PTSD fic I've always wanted to write, with a heavy dose of found family cuddles and Maria being his port in the storm

Sometime past two in the morning on God-only-knows what day in January, Tommy wakes up in the middle of a panic attack for the first time in years.

3)

Collateral Wounds

A Tommy/Maria fic exploring the aftermath of Joel and Tommy’s conversation in the workshop.

Tommy stands alone on his front porch beneath a star-studded sky. He lifts his gaze to the mountains, familiar sentinels standing stark and argent against the indigo night, and hums low in the back of his throat, tuneless, mournful, hoping it will soothe the vicious ache in his chest.

4)

Nascence

A Tommy/Maria fic, exploring the nascence of their relationship amidst Tommy finding his footing in Jackson and the loss of Maria’s father.

Saw that one coming. It’s Tommy’s first thought as the mare beneath him rears high and hard in the wake of a merciless buck. Despite his best efforts, he finds no chance to recover, and lands heavy, the air forced from his lungs, the back of his head slamming into the packed dirt. A blaze of white light detonates across his vision.

5)

a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking

An ode to New England, to Ellie and Joel, and to the relentless tide of love and loss that brings them together in every universe <3

She tastes the salt spray of the ocean on her tongue as she turns her face into the wind and howls. The wind answers, sweeping away the sound of her voice as it mingles with the cry of gulls overhead. The sky hangs low, brooding over an indistinct horizon.  She is alone.  She prefers it that way.