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heartoferebor · 6 years

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Last line meme

Got tagged by @mainecoon76 to post the last(ish) line of fiction I wrote and feel like sharing, tag some people! Gonna cheat a bit and post a bunch of lines for it to make sense.

Gonna be nice and generous and give you lines from all four of my current WIPs, HA.

First up: the horribly angsty Shaytham ghost story that still doesn’t have a name:

“Is there anything I could do to make them leave?” Haytham inquires, still in the same quiet voice.

“No, usually…they disappear on their own after a while. When I don’t pay attention to them.” Shay’s eyes are still glued to Hope’s form. Never has one of the corpses been so close. If he averts his eyes, will it harm Haytham? Or him? Is it even capable of harming the living?

“Then we should go back to sleep.” Haytham says firmly. “Perhaps they will have vanished once daylight joins us again.”

“Perhaps.” Shay doesn’t bother to add that for every corpse that disappears another one usually takes its place. He is never truly anymore. He hasn’t been since Lisbon.

Second: more Shaytham! This time multi-chapter modern AU I’m working on, named Hellhounds.

Shay was a lot more nervous than he’d ever have admitted. He kept tugging at his new suit, wondering if it really made him look as sharp as the tailor had promised or if he was looking as ridiculous as he felt.

The elevator arrived on the top floor of the large office building, its doors sliding apart to reveal a sparsely but functionally furnished reception room. There were two assistants working behind the large reception desk and Shay wondered instantly whether they were Templars, and if yes, just how highly they ranked within the organisation.

“Uhm-“ He was about to step closer and introduce himself, as well as asking for directions to Kenway’s office, when the door next to him flew open and almost hit him in the face.

“NO, Father!”

Third: the sequel to the CapBB fic I started publishing today (look on AO3!), with a focus on Winterfalcon, named Heavy as a heart.

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

He raised his gun and to finally shot, possibly killed his opponent. A small rush of air in his back was the only warning he received before something pummelled into him, throwing him to the ground. He had a quick impression of a pair of wings, a strong body and hands thrumming with magic of a different kind before he slammed into the asphalt. Once he could see clearly again he decided it was best to withdraw; the agent was dead and Lukin had gotten his victims. The mystery of the blonde man and the woman who called herself Natalia could wait.

And, last but not least, the original story I am working on in my spare time, at the moment hap-hazardly titled The Blood.

“Where did we go wrong?” Ada finally asked. It wasn’t longing for the past in her voice, but curiosity, mixed with the taste of a question long pondered. “I keep wondering about it. Which point was the one of no return?”

“I don’t think there ever was one.” Idir shook his head. “We both did everything right, or at least what we thought was right. None of us was at fault. It was just…life. The centuries happening. To both of us. And somewhere along the road we turned into people who weren’t quite that compatible anymore.”

“Probably, yes.” Ada wriggled her shoulders slightly under the summer dress she was wearing. “I still wouldn’t want to miss our years for anything though.”

“Me neither,” Idir smiled. “All in all, they were some good years.”

Tagging @stand-up-and-fight-daleks and @jonphaedrus if any of you would like to do it :)

#Last line Meme #my stuff #not tagging any ships or fandoms here it's too much of a potpourri for that haha

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