#does not include OW written for fandom fests/exchanges/etc

[alleyskywalker]

First Sentence Meme

Continuing this from previous years… Put down the first sentence of every fic you wrote/posted this last year (2023).

Theon isn’t exactly overjoyed at this mission Asha has inflicted on him – leading the delegation that is to oversee the final prisoner and hostage exchange of the war between the Islands and the North.

Daphne is fourteen when her parents begin negotiations with the Notts.

“Oh!” Juliet gasps in surprise, burying her nose in the yellow primroses.

“Mercutio, nothing about this is a good idea.”

“I must thank you, ser,” Princess Elia says, barely lifting her eyes to look at him, even though Ned can still discern a spark of defiance beneath her reticence. “If not for my sake, then for my children.”

The rain is pouring down in droves when Evan finally gets back to the safehouse.

She came to the parlay herself, hood up and face in shadow, her golden curls hidden under the folds of dark, thick cloth.

When Sansa had first come to King’s Landing she had been dying to see the Harvest Festival done in the glory and spirit it deserved.

At the end of the war, it had still felt much like the end of the world.

Of course Edmure wants to make the announcement during the festival.

They do the best they can in the circumstances with her dress and maiden’s cloak – some lace and silk ribbon sewn onto one of her white muslin dresses to spruce it up, their house sigil cut from a ruined cloak and stitched onto one of hers.

When they part on the night of the battle, Sansa can feel her heart hammering like a caught rabbit in her chest, getting stuck in her throat.

Theon gets his first bow when he is six.

Robb woke to the rumble of the surf against the rocks below, a soft breeze of salty, spring air seeping through the shutters.

Theon — My son is six today.

The rain was making everything more difficult.

Much of what had always been frustrating about Potter’s gang and their constant mission to make Severus’ life infuriatingly more difficult than it needed to be, to put it lightly, was how they always had an uncanny ability to figure out when to accost him.

The battle in the Whispering Wood was a resounding victory.

Theon drinks his coffee black, dark and bitter, swirls of steam rising up in the watery morning sunlight spilling across their kitchen.

The Starks arrive the day before the Water Festival feast and main festivities, bringing their three eldest trueborn children as well as Theon.

“Here, Ben, in here.”

The rain pours down in sheets, a true summer storm swallowing up the city in the middle of an especially hot July.

“Here, in here!” Evan tugs on Regulus’ sleeve with one hand, holding his wand aloft to keep the shielding charm active over them.

Snow in May has everyone talking that Voldemort left a curse on England even in death.

There’s a hailstorm on their wedding day.

Sansa wears a corset for her wedding.

When they tell him his sister is back, Theon doesn’t believe it at first, even though Tris Botley’s lovelorn eyes are evidence good as any.

When they tell him his sister is back, Theon doesn’t believe it at first, even though Tris Botley’s lovelorn eyes are evidence good as any.

In Robb’s dreams, telling his mother will go like this:

“Are you ready to go?” Benvolio asked.

The tapestry that overhangs Draco’s bed depicts two mermaids intertwined in something that could be a fight or a sex-act, depending on how you look at it.

Dearest Asha— They say that dark wings bring dark words, but I cannot help but wait for a raven.

The first days of summer find Sansa walking through the wolfswood, hand in hand with her goodsister.

The serenity of the forest pulls Benvolio away from the hunting party.

The new embroidery pattern Sansa was trying had begun to finally work out.

Mercutio doesn’t remember how they met; all he knows is that he and Romeo have been joined at the hip since they could walk.

May in Petersburg this year is unusually cold, and in the early morning mist, a thin layer of frost covers the ground, tendrils of ice spreading on the cobblestone and corners of windows like frozen spiderwebs.

The Black’s country estate is sunny and peaceful in the summers.

When Wex was told he would be squiring for Theon Greyjoy, the late King Balon’s last living son and rightful heir, Wex wasn’t certain what to expect.

Alicent’s first experience with boys was when she was three-and-ten.

The heir to Riverrun was born in the early hours of the morning, before the sun came up and the moon had not yet set.

They say goodbye on the beach – King Robert is too impatient to go down to the docks of Lordsport so the invaders take their leave from the nearest convenient place where rowboats can be loaded up and pushed out into the waves to struggle back to the warships and galleys.

“Do you have everything?”

Helaena is splendid on her wedding day.

Alys Karstark is a bony, wiry girl.

Wozarding Berlin was more integrated with its muggle counterpart than Wizarding London, Pansy found.

“Tell me how my nephew fairs.”

No one comes to Sonya’s wedding.

He’s dying, is all Alicent can think.

It’s almost funny in a way – darkly, ironically, not the kind that makes him happy – that the first time Criston sees Alicent truly vulnerable is when she questions him about Rhaenyra’s activities, just weeks after their ill-fated encounter in the Princess’ bedchamber and the same day that Rhaenyra had stomped on his heart and shattered his dignity.

Scooter found him on the roof of the dorms, staring into the darkness of the park surrounding Eden Hall.

Anatole bites his lip, fidgets with the quilted blanket in his lap. “Fedya… I’m not sure I want to do this.”

The first time Mercutio kisses Romeo, they’re children running through the Montague gardens and playing tag among the hedges.

One day when he is seven and ten, Edmure’s father calls him into his solar.