#title game

Thanks for the tag, @sixhours! @chronicallyonlinewriter

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people.

wild to hold

"Check it out. Brown leather jacket, next to Willie's."

ten mile stilts

Winter comes into the valley with all the fury of an encroaching horde.

still life: flowers in the hands of a girl

The forest is actually really fucking loud.

sparrows at dawn, ravens at dusk

His phone is ringing.

enough of dying species

Ellie wakes screaming.

leafmold paradise

Joel goes out on patrol in late August, five months after they'd arrived in Jackson, three months after Rafael is born.

the death of myth-making

"Can I see it?"

a quartz contentment

Ellie wakes in the dark.

starved in desert wild

From her vantage point atop the wall, Ellie can just make out the edge of the sea of Infected.

some unimaginable bird

Ellie loves autumn.

"Across The Dinner Table"

🥰I can't wait to see what magic you release!

Kissing you through my screen as always 😘 but also feeling mildly betrayed because how dare you come in here and leave me fic titles that make me think of my lifelong nemesis Miguel Galindo?? 😂 I have no choice but to balance it out with angst

The silence of the house no longer felt eerie to you, not when you'd grown accustomed to being in it alone so often. The lights were off in all the rooms downstairs except for the kitchen and the dining room. You were setting out plates and silverware when you finally heard the front door open, heard the distinct cadence of Miguel's footsteps as he made his way to you.

Even when you were sitting across from each other, the silence persisted. That was the most frustrating part for you. As you listening to the clinging sound of forks against porcelain, all you could think was that there had been a time when your dinners together were filled with conversation. Now it felt like the few feet of hardwood separating you might as well have stretched on for miles. It wouldn't have hurt so badly if it had always been this way, but it hadn't.

All you wanted to do was reach across the dinner table and take his hand in yours. Collapse the distance. But it was too late for that. Instead, you reached for the chair next to yours. On the seat of it was an envelope that held the divorce papers you'd spent weeks crying over. Picking it up, you set it on the table between you, next to the vase of dying flowers.

He looked at the envelope, then at you, his expression far too neutral for your liking. "What's this?"

You were surprised at the relief you felt at his question. Finally, an end to the silence.

Bitches looooove a messy divorce. It's me, I'm bitches. 😌

Yeahh lets go! I'm not a huge fan of the song so we're taking a different direction with this

Look What You Made Me Do

Aemond is swamped with work assisting his grandsire in matters of the kingdom. He has strictly instructed you to not get in the way of his tight schedule. Sure he's busy but he doesnt have to be a bitch about it. You stomp your way out of the Red Keep to where you knew Vhagar slept.

She was all to glad to see you when you greeted her with a few Valyrian words you learned. She held out her head for you to pet, and now she's purring like a cat, enjoying your attention. If her rider is too occupied with "more important things" you made sure to keep yourself busy with the most important dragon in Westeros too.

"Come on, y/n, this is getting ridiculous!" Aemond yells from the top of a cliff near Vhagar. "Its close to midnight!"

"I'm finished, when I'm finished, Aemond!" You teased back using his very own words he used one night you beckoned him to bed. "Vhagar, stop it!" He commands in Valyrian. The dragon is known for ignoring important commands. You were now on top of the massive dragon, seated on Aemond's saddle.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" He watches you giggling while taking the reins on Vhagar who was standing on her mighty legs, preparing to take flight. "Vhagar, obey!" Aemond desperately pleads, falling to deaf ears.

I've already ranted a bit about Tatbp over here, so here's a potential snippet! idk if I'll keep it but I'm on a colin kick atm everytime I think of Ted Lasso so he's been worming his way into importance within To All The Better Places.

He remembered the night before. He remembered sitting in the treatment room with his foot in a bucket. He remembered swigging champagne straight from the bottle as Keeley laughed and Roy dusted off his old man smile. He remembered focusing on the numbing ice against his foot and ignoring the burning hole in his pocket where his phone lay still.

When he wakes up in the morning, he's in a different life. A world where Jamie Tartt isn't a footballer. Never played a professional minute. Never even got scouted for the academy. He's twenty-five, he just got fired from a dead-end job, and he lives at home with his mum.

Oh yeah. And his dad has been dead since he was four years old.

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