7/7/7 Writer Challenge
All right, I hardly ever write fan fic anymore. When I did, I was freakin’ notorious for getting distracted by that next soft fluffy shiny new plot bunny right over there! But I saw this challenge on @ashleyfanfic‘s tumblr (Go read “Love on the Brain” now, if you aren’t already. One of only two current fics that I check daily for updates), and thought not only could I do that, I could probably do it with 7 different fandoms. I can definitely do it with 7 different fics. So, here goes nothing (or a whole lot of unfinished somethings).
The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge (LOL! I don’t think I know 7 writers on Tumblr, I’m hardly ever here.)
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The King’s Bastard (working title, who knows what it’ll actually be called)
Arya’s dozing against his chest, her head tucked under his chin and one slender arm wrapped around his waist, and Gendry’s trying to find a name for what he’s feeling. He’s sure he should still be angry, they’re still stuck in this room waiting for someone to decide they can leave, he’s still married to a girl he met less than two days ago and didn’t choose, who didn’t choose him. But he can’t seem to find the angry place that’s always inside him. Not with Arya curled up next to him, fitting so perfectly into all his empty places. He thinks he might be happy, but it’s not something he’s familiar with and this feels like it might be more than that, something new that belongs only to the two of them.
“What are you thinking about?”
“You. Us,” he hesitates and feels her arm tighten around him.