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First Lines of 10 Fics Game

Rules: share the first lines of 10 of your most recent fanfics and then tag 10 people. If you have written fewer than 10 fics, don’t be shy and share anyways :)

I was tagged by the lovely @callieb this time around.

1. definitely better than being dead (on Ao3)

When Billy comes to, everything hurts. He keeps his eyes closed, even though the space around him feels dark, and slowly takes a tally of where it hurts: hands, sides, chest, back, feet too...

He listens to the noises in the room and the regular beeping of a machine close by tells him he’s in a hospital.

Huh.

This is new.

Neil never lets him go to the hospital, not unless he absolutely has to, like that time before they left Cali—no, not thinking about that.

2. Steve's pick (on Ao3) (Billy Hargrove Bingo)

“So you’ll do it?”

Steve sighed, wishing his shift would end already so he could go home and crash, instead of listening to whatever issue Dustin had had with Mike fucking Wheeler. Again. He looked at the clock. Half an hour to go. Wednesday afternoon shifts usually dragged but this one had to be the worst one ever.

“Steve? Are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, yeah, Dustin, fine, whatever.” He rolled his eyes, never happier that the shop was currently deserted. He guessed that everyone was at the movies, catching the new releases. Lucky them.

“Steeeeeeeve!”

Henderson’s whiny voice pulled him back into the present.

“Oh my god, what? I’m at work, you know that right?”

“I am aware. But I also know there is no one there. It’s Wednesday, Steve. So will you tell Mike you agree we should let Max in the Party?”

Steve heard the bell chime when a customer walked in so he looked up and who the fuck was the sex god who’d just walked into Family Video?

3. finding peace together (on Ao3)

Then one day Steve shows up.

Because there's nothing keeping him in Hawkins anymore and he's had enough of the cold and the monsters and he always wanted to see the ocean.

And slowly Steve and Billy become friends. And Steve is absolute rubbish at surfing but it's okay because every time he falls off the board, it makes Billy laugh.

And Steve comes to realise that's his favourite sound. He can't wait to finish work every day and meet Billy at the beach. He lives to hear him cackle when he gets rolled by a wave.

4. a frankly ill-timed visit (on Ao3)

Steve stretches as he wakes up, arm reaching beside him to find the bed is cold. He knows it’s not very late by the way the sun doesn’t quite reach into the room yet. Billy always gets up so early, even when they’re up half the night making love to each other.

Steve yawns and stretches as he finishes waking up. His body is sore in that pleasurable way that says ‘I had a really good time last night’. He can smell the enticing aroma of fresh coffee and slowly realises that the noise he can hear coming from downstairs is actually voices.

Plural.

5. never fall for a straight guy (on Ao3)

Billy is browsing the movies in the Horror section at Family Video, trying to find something Max hasn’t seen yet, when he hears Harrington whisper from the counter.

“You deal with him.”

“Steve…” Buckley whines and Billy moves closer to the head of the aisle so he can hear better, while still pretending to be oblivious and looking at the titles.

“No, Rob. I can’t. Not after…” Harrington stops and Billy feels a pang in his chest.

6. Steve can't take it anymore (on Ao3)

"I've been waiting to meet this King Steve everyone has been telling me so much about."

There's blood on Billy's lip and Steve wants to wipe it off with his thumb.

"Get out"

He presses two fingers onto Billy's chest and gives a little shove. The skin is soft. And warm. So warm even though it's October and Billy's shirt is unbuttoned.

Billy stares, his tongue coming out to wipe his bottom lip, murder in his eyes.

Steve can't take it anymore. If the guy is gonna kill him, might as well give him a reason to. So Steve gives into the urge he's been fighting since he saw Billy in the carpark on that first day of school. Before he can second guess himself, he grabs both sides of the collar of Billy's shirt, pulls him close and plants his lips on the other guy's mouth.

7. wake me up (on Ao3)

"Billy?" Steve wipes the sleep from his eyes and tries to remember where he is. He feels really good but isn't sure why.

His boyfriend's muffled reply provides an answer.

8. we talked about this (on Ao3)

“Oh my god, pretty boy, just fucking do it already.”

Max freezes in her tracks in front of Billy's door, the juice in her cup sloshing from the sudden stop.

9. only the best (on Ao3)

"Munson!"

Steve looked up when he heard the familiar voice. Wasn't he supposed to be at work? "Billy?"

Sure enough, Billy was making his way through the trees to where Steve was sitting with Eddie Munson.

10. DELIGHTFUL (part of my Harringrove Micro Poems series on Ao3)

Daily loving casual touches getting bolder

Envying other couples who don’t need to hide

Languishing to be away from prying eyes

Wow.

I have more I'm working on , including fics for @billyhargrovebingo and the fic for the @harringrovezine and my @harringrovebigbang fic too!

Watch this space!!

no pressure tagging @discodeviant @spaceofentropy @thissortofsorcery @intothedysphoria @half-oz-eddie

#tag game #10 fics 10 first lines #dragonflylady77

[mad-c1oud]

was trying to figure out why my fic a letter to your old address was getting hella kudos out of nowhere and well uh

I see

#momma im famous #I’m sorry this is the funniest way for a fic of mine to blow up for the first time #like everyone going to read letters is going to get fucking whiplash the entire fic is not like this I prommy #taking this as a compliment btw I’ve been laughing for that last 10 minutes #happy so many people love this stupid little line #fun fact- I wrote it after actually forgetting Fit was bald and not just his cubito #it was a lil reminder lmao #mad ramblings #qsmp #qsmp fic #qsmp slimecicle #Slimecicle #qsmp fitmc #links

[singsweetmelodies]

AKA: angst, miscommunication and a/b/o, feat. brief/mentioned maxierre with piarles endgame (+ implied maxiel.) happy birthday @boxboxbrioche my love

"Hello, Charles," Max smiles when Charles runs into him (literally) in the Budapest paddock on Thursday. He's wearing the same Red Bull team shirt and jeans as ever, naturally, but something about him looks unusually relaxed and content. Sated, even.

Probably because he's been winning practically every race this season, Charles thinks. That's enough reason for anyone to be looking relaxed and content.

Still, when he steps in a little closer to fist-bump Max's proffered hand, he can't help but notice it. Max's scent is... more than just content. He smells like he's only just come out of heat, and whoever was taking care of him did a very good job of it. He doesn't smell like sex, precisely, but he smells like what Charles would imagine afterglow would, if it had a scent. Golden and lazy and sated.

Oh, he's got blockers on, of course, but Charles has always been blessed (or cursed, depending how you look at it) with a very good nose. So. He knows immediately.

Some too-perceptive instinct is telling him that the timing of this heat has something to do with Daniel's return to racing this weekend. Almost like Max... wanted to get his heat over with before he saw Daniel again?

...That's a big stretch, of course, and Charles would never dare say it out loud. (Except to Pierre, maybe, because Pierre loves theorising about the latest paddock gossip just as much as Charles does.)

So he just smiles politely at Max, and says "Hello" back, and wishes for Pierre to appear out of some corner of the paddock somewhere. It isn't that Charles hates Max, or whatever the media likes to spin, but it's also true that Max isn't Charles' most favourite person in the paddock. (Obviously, that honour goes to Pierre.)

No, Charles' and Max's relationship is simply that of colleagues - good enough, if a little bland.

Which is why Charles is not expecting it at all when Max leans a little closer with something that looks almost like a conspiratorial grin. Charles has no idea what Max might want to be conspiratorial about with him - it's not as though he's leaving Ferrari anytime soon, despite what everyone likes to speculate.

Surprisingly, what Max says to him is not racing or incident-related at all. "Do you know where Pierre is?" he asks, as though Charles is the most reliable source of the Alpine driver's whereabouts. (Charles shouldn't be, but he's very flattered.) "I still need to thank him."

"Thank him?" Charles echoes, a little puzzled. "For what?"

And then Max says the one thing that blows apart Charles' world and turns his day upside-down immediately. "For agreeing to spend my heat with me so last-minute."

He says it so casually, too, and Charles...

Well. Charles knows that many of the other unbonded omegas on the grid like to spend their heats with other drivers. This might seem contradictory at first, but the thing is - while they might not necessarily trust each other on track, you can always rely on the fact that another driver, at least, won't reveal details of that hook-up to the press anymore than you will. Most of the alpha drivers on the current grid are decent enough people off-track that you can trust you'd be taken good care of, too.

It's something that Charles has done himself, too, once or twice - mostly with Alex, who is always incredibly kind about it, and makes sure Charles is comfortable and well-hydrated afterwards.

But mostly, Charles spends his heats alone. He schedules them carefully so they won't interfere with races, and then he bears them on his own, teeth gritted as he works himself open over and over again and clings to whatever article of Pierre's clothing he can find nearby.

It's never good enough, never, but Charles has never really wanted another alpha. He only goes to Alex if his body genuinely cannot go without it anymore, and then it's purely a case of friend helping out a friend.

So, really, Charles has no reason to be this shocked that Max apparently spent his most recent heat with Pierre. The two of them are friends, aren't they? Much better than Charles and Max have ever pretended to be. There's no reason why they wouldn't spend a heat together, really.

Except...

Charles grits his teeth, and it's only years of media training that enables him to still pass it off as a smile. "He did?" he asks, tightly.

Max laughs, still happily unaware that he's taken Charles' day and shattered it like a glass breaking into unrecognisable shards. "Yes," he confirms, and then he bumps Charles' shoulder, almost unbearably conspiratorial again. "You, of course, would know why I now need to thank him."

No amount of media training in the world could have helped Charles keep up his smile in response to that. Max notices - how could he not - and his own smile falls. "You two have not...?" His voice rises up in the end, like he almost can't believe he even has to ask the question.

Charles tastes something sour in his mouth, and by the way Max flinches back, he's sure it must be all over his scent as well, blockers be damned. "No," is all Charles says, brusquely.

Max opens and closes his mouth for a moment, and then he reaches for Charles' shoulder. He hesitates, though, hand hovering awkwardly in the space between them. "I'm sorry," he says, and it sounds sincere. "For assuming. The two of you are so..." He makes a face. "You are good friends, so I thought if he would do it for me, he would of course do it for you too."

"No," Charles says again, and the word tastes acrid in his mouth. "We have never."

Not for lack of trying, Charles thinks bitterly, and then he forces himself to think of something else. Some excuse that Max will accept.

Fortunately, a little gaggle of people in bright Ferrari red are passing by, and Charles latches onto them with almost too much relief. "Ah, my team," he says, pointing. "I need to go."

It's stupidly obvious, as excuses go, but Max has the grace not to mention it. He just watches Charles go, biting his lip.

Charles wants to hate him. He wants to hate him more than anything else - for having a race-winning car, and a team that supports him properly, and championships, but more importantly than any of that, Charles wants to hate him for having Pierre.

It's not that Charles thinks Max is actually in love with Pierre, or even that they're courting. No, it was clearly just a case of friend-helping-out-friend. But even that is...

Unbearable. It is unbearable, because Charles hasn't had even that much.

Charles had only asked once, and only because he'd been stupid with pre-heat already and not thinking straight. Pierre's long, long silence before he'd said, very gently, "Charles... I don't think that's a good idea" had told him all he'd needed to know, anyway.

After that heat, though, Pierre had called Charles and made sure he was okay, and that he knew it wasn't personal, Pierre just didn't think it was a good idea to get that involved with another driver. Especially one who's also a friend.

Charles had accepted it at the time, and he's never had any reason to think that Pierre has changed his mind in any way.

Except now here Pierre is, apparently spending heats with Max fucking Verstappen, of all people. And, really. Out of everyone on the grid - every goddamn omega - it had to be Max, didn't it?

A part of Charles wants to fall to the floor in devastation, wants to tear at his hair and shake and cry to anyone who will listen, why doesn't he want me, why doesn't he want me?

But Charles remains standing, because even more than he's heartbroken, he's furious.

Pierre did not help Max through his heat because they're in love, or because they're courting. So, he must have done it as a favour to a friend.

Then why the hell would he not do the same for Charles?

Charles also asked him as a favour to a friend (and yes, maybe Charles wanted more, but he wasn't stupid enough to ask for that. He'd just asked for a favour, the way every unbonded omega on the goddamned grid asks their alpha friends for favours every once in a while.)

Pierre had said no, and that he doesn't do that. But he'd forgotten to mention the part where he apparently does do that.

If he were here, Charles might slap him clean through the face. It's not an urge he's often had when it comes to Pierre (or ever, really) but today...

Today. It's just. What the hell does Max have that he doesn't? Max and Pierre are friends? Charles and Pierre are better friends. Max is an omega? So is Charles, and he's better at that, too.

It's obviously not even about looks! Because Charles doesn't want to be rude, but he is definitely better-looking than Max. It's just a fact, as true as "the grass is green" or "Charles is Monégasque" or "Charles is in love with Pierre."

No. Fuck that. None of this makes sense.

If Pierre is willing to spend a heat with Max, then there's no reason why he can't help Charles through one, too. It's not like Charles is asking Pierre to love him back - no, he's long since made his peace with the fact that that, at least, is impossible.

Charles has always wanted too much, though, and if he sees even the faintest chance of getting what he wants, even if it is just in the form of a favour to a friend -- well. He will never not go for the gap.

So Charles waits, increasingly impatient, for his media and team obligations to be done for the day. As soon as they are, he heads for Alpine, because there is no way Pierre will have left already - he is far too dedicated to them, staying behind extra hours to learn as many names as he can and give as much feedback as possible and help with everything that needs helping.

Right, because isn't Pierre just so incredibly helpful. Normally, this would make Charles smile, fond - but today, it makes him want to snarl.

Helpful, yes. Except to him, apparently.

No. Charles will not accept that.

Various team members glance up when Charles storms into the Alpine hospitality, freezing with coffees half-way to their lips and tracking him like the spectators to a tennis match as he storms across their building and towards the driver's rooms. One particularly brave soul ventures an "Er..." but Charles is already across the room before he's even finished saying it.

Charles knows the way to Pierre's driver's room as easily as he knows the way to his own (incidentally, it's on the same side of the building) and it's mere seconds later that he's bursting through the door of Pierre's driver's room.

Pierre freezes when the door slams open, mouth caught in a comically surprised expression, but it relaxes quickly into a fond (if still somewhat surprised) smile. "Charlito!" he says, standing up and reaching a hand in Charles' general direction. "This is a nice surprise."

But Charles is not in any mood for pleasantries. "Did you spend a heat with Max," he asks, but it's not really a question as much as it is an accusation, pointed and sharp.

Pierre freezes again, the smile slowly dropping off his face. His scent goes bitter with unpleasant surprise. "I -"

"If you lie to me, I am going to slap you," Charles says, injecting the words with just enough of a snarl that Pierre will know he's not messing around.

Pierre's expression goes from shocked to hurt to angry almost faster than Charles can process. "I wasn't going to lie to you, Charlo. I would never. Not with you."

He sounds sincere enough about it that Charles almost feels guilty, but then Pierre adds, "He's just a friend who needed a favour" and Charles is right back to furious.

"I was a friend, and I needed a favour," Charles says bitingly. He doesn't have to say anything more, because he knows Pierre will understand exactly what he means.

Pierre's face shutters, closing off completely. Even his scent goes blank, like Pierre is deliberately shutting off every part of himself. "That's different."

"How?" Charles hisses at him, and Pierre obviously wasn't expecting the vehemence of it, because he stumbles a step back. "How the hell is it different, huh?"

Pierre's expression does something complicated, and he makes a rough noise, low in the back of his throat. "It just is," he says, and refuses to elaborate.

Charles is livid. "It just is?!" he explodes. "Tell me how it just is, Pierrot, because I sure as fuck don't get it. I am your friend - non, I am your best friend - but when I ask for this favour, you say no. Then when it is Max, you say yes?"

"It's different," Pierre says again, sharply, as though sharpness alone will make Charles drop the subject.

He really doesn't know Charles if he thinks that will work. "It is not different. Not at all. What, unless you are trying to say that you don't want me?"

"Of course I-" Pierre starts, then cuts himself off with a groan, dragging a hand down his face. "I don't want to do this with you, Charles."

"Well, I want to do this with you," Charles retorts, unfazed and as fuming as ever. "What is it, huh, Pierre? You prefer Max over me?"

"Of course not," Pierre says, and he has the audacity to sound almost offended.

"But you must, if you fucked him and not me," Charles snaps. He's not entirely sure what he's trying to accomplish here, but he knows - he knows that he's furious, and Pierre is being a fucking asshole, and he needs Pierre to admit that much. At least.

Pierre, however, seems determined to continue being a stubborn asshole. "It wasn't like that," he insists, and Charles sees red.

"It's exactly like that! I asked you to fuck me, to help me through my heat, and you said no because you do not want me."

And that, somehow, is the last straw.

"Shut up, Charles," Pierre growls - actually growls - at him. "Just, shut up. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I don't?" Charles snaps right back, goading. "Why don't you tell me, then?"

Pierre snarls again, guttural and furious, and Charles knows that he should be terrified. But right now, he's far too furious to care.

"Tell me," Charles goads again, because he knows that nothing will ever compel Pierre as much as a challenge will.

Pierre is breathing hard, his fists clenched, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly. "You think you know what happened with Max, huh?" he asks, and Charles has never heard him sound like that. Despite himself, it sends a thrill through Charles' whole body. "You think you know what I want and don't want?"

Charles lets his belligerent silence do the talking for him, and Pierre's eyes flash. "Well, do you know that none of it is true? Do you know that none of the rumours of me with all those omegas are true?"

"What do you--" Charles begins, but Pierre cuts him off with a single hand held up, raised as sharply as a slap.

"Do you know, Charlito," he says, almost viciously, "that I've never been able to date any other omega for longer than a few months because I was always comparing them to you?"

Charles jolts where he stands, all the breath wrenched from him. "What--"

But Pierre doesn't give him a moment to process that. "Do you know that I only agreed to spend this heat with Max because he was desperate and out of options?"

"Do you know," Pierre continues, dangerously soft, "that I had to think of you just to be able to come at all?" He stalks a single step closer to Charles. "Do you know that I had to pretend it was you all the time just so that my knot wouldn't go down?" Another step, and Charles is shaking all over, but he can't move. Pierre has him pinned down, completely rooted to the spot with his scorching gaze and world-ending words.

"Do you know," Pierre concludes, softest of all, "why I really said I wouldn't spend a heat with you?"

Charles isn't sure how he even manages to form the word. "Why?"

Pierre's eyes are so, so dark as he stops just in front of Charles, raising one hand to ghost just millimetres above Charles' collarbone. "Because," he says, and his voice is rough. "I knew that if I did, Charles, if I fucked you even just once, I wouldn't be able to hold back. I would bite you, then and there, and I would make you mine."

All the while that he's been speaking, Pierre has been tracing his fingers upwards, a slow, slow torturous slide mere centimetres above Charles' skin. Charles can almost feel the heat of his touch, almost but not quite, and when Pierre stops just below Charles' mating gland - Charles whines and shudders forward, the combination of Pierre's hand there and that word mine too much for him to resist.

Pierre's fingers touch the overheated skin of Charles' mating gland, and the world explodes.

Charles' knees buckle, and his head spins, and he has to press his thighs together in a desperate effort to ease the sudden and burning need there. He's wet, he can feel it, leaking slick all over the place just from that one touch.

Pierre jerks his hand back, of course, but even that split-second of contact was enough to destroy Charles perfectly.

Pierre is panting, and he looks about as wrecked as Charles feels. "So do not stand there and tell me that I don't want you, Charles," he says, and his voice shakes - anger or desperation, Charles can't tell. "Not when I have done nothing but want you for as long as I have known how to want."

Charles shudders, the full weight of Pierre's words sinking in on him all at once. As Charles stands there, processing, he watches as the world rearranges itself entirely.

Charles breathes in, and then he breathes out. "Fuck you, Pear," he says, only a little shakily. "No, seriously, fuck you. How obvious do you need me to be? I literally asked you to spend my heat with me!"

For a moment, Pierre looks so indignant that he forgets to be angry. "You asked it as a favour to a friend!" he protests. "I just said, I can't do that! Not if it's you."

"Yeah, well," Charles says waspishly, "I only asked it like that because I thought you would say no otherwise."

And all at once, Pierre's expression transforms as he comes to the same sudden and brilliant realisation Charles just had.

"Charles," he says, shell-shocked. "If you're saying what I think you're saying..."

He glances down at his hands, clenches them tightly into fists again, then looks back up at Charles, his gaze burning. "You have to know, you can't take it back. I'm not going to let you take it back. Not if you mean it."

"God, Pierre, you are so fucking stupid," Charles says, and alright, maybe he is still a little angry about the whole situation, after all. (He thinks he has the right to be, though.) "Why do you think I was so angry that you went for Max?"

When Pierre doesn't say anything immediately, Charles snaps off a sharp step into Pierre's space, flicking his fingers against Pierre's forehead. "Yeah, it's because I wanted you to choose me. Only me."

Pierre's hand comes up, grabbing Charles' wrist in a bruise-tight hold. He draws Charles' hand away from his face, but then he doesn't let go, just keeps holding on, fingers circling Charles' wrist like they're meant to fit there. "Only you?" he echoes, and it sounds like a question.

Charles nods, because there was never any other answer, and he's about to say it, too, but then Pierre kisses the words right off his mouth.

If Charles' world hadn't already exploded so thoroughly earlier, then it would now.

It's a good kiss. No, it's better than a good kiss - it's a fucking incredible kiss; Pierre's one hand still wrapped around Charles' wrist while the other finds its way to his waist, like it belongs there. Pierre kisses him like he's still a little angry, but also like he's never meant anything more, pouring every part of his soul into it. Pierre kisses him like he's already imagining the night they're going to spend together after this, and he kisses Charles like how he's planning to fuck him later.

Charles has no objections to that. None at all.

Well. Except the one.

He pulls away from the kiss, pressing his palm hard to the side of Pierre's face. "You're going to spend my next heat with me," he says, orders more like, and it's far too possessive, but he can't bring himself to care. Not one goddamned bit.

Pierre growls, low in his throat, and pulls Charles even closer to him. "No, chéri," he says, too-softly. "I'm going to spend every single heat with you from now on. Forever."

"Forever," Charles breathes, and then he kisses Pierre again, hard, making it a promise. "Forever."

#posted this at 01:16 which is not QUITE 1016 but as close as i could get on this fine evening #HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIONYYYY #myfic #piarles fic #10 x 16 #maxierre #(technically) #(they're really only there as a plot device to get us to piarles endgame) #in other news WHOA MY GOD THIS GOT LONG #(who's surprised....) #but i SWEAR the intention was just to write you something short and sweet for your birthday today since #since we'll only be releasing the main fic later #(well; i say short and sweet; but i don't think SWEETNESS was ever the intention. i wanted to write possessiveness) #(and also miscommunication and misunderstanding and all them GLORIOUS angsty tropes) #and since i have absolutely no self-control to speak of... here we are #BRIONY. my love. i love you so much #please accept this humble offering of my first ever publicly posted a/b/o on the occasion of your birthday #sorry for making the boys angry at each other but i unfortunately think it's very hot to make them scream confessions at each other #hot angry confessions... CHEF'S KISS #and i really hope you like this too!! and go as insane as i did over certain lines #because by God... i fear that you have created a monster #now that i have discovered a/b/o i am NEVER LOOKING BACK #this was so fucking fun to write oh my god. JEEZ #but anyways!! getting distracted here #HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN MY LOVE #and before you say this is too much.... NO. we can never celebrate your birthday too much #this is just more proof to that end #LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY ❤️❤️❤️ #briony's birthday bonanza 😘

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help

#just found 2014 jetko fic I VIVIDLY remember reading as a child. #and the reason I VIVIDLY remember it is because it was the first time I #remember one of my behaviors being labeled as an autistic trait. a 'haha I do that!' #moment but from a fucking. autistic!zuko 2014 jetko fic. and it was apparently so formative #that I remembered specific lines in the fic 10 yrs later. HELP. ah... the intersection of #yaoi and the undiagnosed autism of a 10 yr old... I think we've come full circle..

[hoodie-buck]

10 first lines

thanks for the tags loves @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks @betty-boom @buddierights @prince-buck-diaz 🩵

rules: share the first line of your last 10 published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns

1. if i lay here, would you lie with me (forget the world)

Eddie got the call when he was in the middle of the barracks, readying himself for war.

2. heart beats so loud that it's drowning me out

Eddie brushed a hand through his hair as he picked up the discarded throw pillow, carefully putting it back in its place.

3. waddle into my heart

(technically this one starts with a text image, but i’ll just use the first actual line) Eddie closed his phone, sliding it back into his pocket, the smile still lingering across his face.

4. the truth is hiding in your eyes (but you think that i can't see)

Buck came in looking catatonic, the blue in his eyes razor sharp.

5. cowboy of mine

It had been a few weeks since he’d gotten struck by lightning and fallen into a coma, Buck slowly but surely recovering.

6. fire on fire

Eddie shook his hair out as he emerged from the water, looking behind his shoulder to see Buck following behind him.

7. i only tempt fate when it's with you

When Eddie swings the door open, he’s not sure if he’s more surprised to see that Buck didn’t let himself in, or that the man looks completely exhausted, maybe even more so than when he’d been in the hospital.

8. dancing all alone

Eddie was just buttoning the last of his work shirt when he heard his best friend barging in through the bay doors, all but panting and out of breath as he started talking a mile a minute.

9. both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Eddie pulls his hands in, letting the warm and comforting fabric surround him.

10. because i don't sleep at all without you pressed up against me

After the tsunami, Eddie thought everything would be behind them, that they could start to move on—he’d be sourly wrong.

—i apparently love starting every fic with eddie 😂

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[tathrin]

10 First Lines:

Rules: Share the first lines of your ten most recent fics and then tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy—share anyway! tagged by @aroace-moron (thank you!)

1 . On The Other Side of Mahal's Halls: They walked a-ways before Gimli noticed that Legolas's fingers were trembling in his grip.

2 . And In The Darkness To Unmake Them: Upon the ringing of the bell, Frodo fell into step beside Bilbo and together the two Hobbits followed Gandalf out to the porch where Frodo had spoken with his friends the evening before.

3 . Dead Faces In The Water; Dead Faces Everywhere: It started, at least in Mirkwood, when the king came home.

4 . To Live In Undying Lands: Gulls wheeled overhead and for once their cries did not pierce through Legolas’s heart like the blades of cold knives.

5 . The Last Temptation of Narvi of Khazad-dûm: Narvi flings the whole mess—sketches, gemstones, glittering metal bands, sheafs of scrap-paper covered in tiny terrible runes—down on the workbench and glowers.

6 . Within A Lonely Mountain Dark With Cold And Shadow: So this was how it ended.

7 . Will the Waves Carry Me Away? Thirty-five years, and Gimli still disliked riding horseback.

8. No Living Dwarf: When the Fellowship passed through the Doors of Durin, they found themselves walking in a tomb.

9 . Dream In Colors Borrowed From The Sea: My name is Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill.

10 . Blows Uncounted: Legolas lost count.

tagging: @bifuriouswaterbender @roselightfairy @realtacuardach @sallysavestheday @katajainen @estel-of-the-eyrie @babybat98 @storytellingdreamer @thescrapwitch @nocompromise-noregrets

#first 10 lines #tag game #lotr fanfiction #and one animorphs! i'm so excited to see another fandom squeeze in for once lmao #i've been sliiiiiiightly elf-obsessed lately i know I KNOW shhhh #my writing #fic rec #self rec #ask meme #yes i know it's not an ask meme but i want it in that tag on my blog for navigation shhhh #it used to be only the first five tags counted publicly you know; that was very convenient for those of us who tag for our own navigation! #gimleaf #silvergifting #silverdoorsgifting #animorphs

[bidisasterevankinard]

10 first lines challenge

Tagged by @spotsandsocks @911onabc @buddierights thank you 🫂😘💙

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

I posted 9 fic on ao3 so I will add one ficlet from Tumblr. I also put it not chronological

I was always in front of you 

Eddie knows he should rest. It’s a miracle his ribs weren’t actually broken. He’s discharged and should go home, as it’s already quite late. 

I wanna be yours

Put on something fancy and be ready by seven. I'll come to get you

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go 

It’s raining heavily outside, so Buck and Eddie had to change their plans for a trip to the bar after their shift . 

We have time (let's use all of it)

Buck can feel how Hen keeps looking at him. Yes, she didn't clean him, and he probably has a concussion, cause even though he has not the greatest knowledge of medicine, he is familiar with the symptoms.

We are family (let`s buy pajamas to prove it) 

A week. Eddie tried to find the perfect way to ask Buck to marry him for a week. It should be something cute and romantic, but also something only for them.

Showers and pranks 

Chimney Han is not the guy who seeks revenge. But his brother-in-law crossed all boundaries a week ago. 

The story about plushies and love

“Evan Diaz, if you buy one more plush to occupy my spot on the bed I'm kicking you out to sleep on the couch”, Eddie`s voice pulls Buck out of the trance,

Eternity in your hands

Buck still can`t believe it. His little girl sleeps peacefully on his chest with his big hands on her back. She was born a week ago, at home for three days.

Buck and forgotten medicine

Buck knows he has forgotten to do something this morning. Something not really big and life-changing, but still important.

your smell drives me crazy 

Buck never thought one of his favorite things in his partner for him would be their smell, but Eddie just smells so good. 

Tagging sorry if you did it💙: @wikiangela @wildlife4life @heartbeatdiaz @bi-buck-coded @ebdaydreamer @alyxmastershipper @honestlydarkprincess @transbuck @transboybuckley @cowboy-buddie @rogerzsteven @shortsighted-owl

#my fics #buddie fic #buddie #10 first lines challenge

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

10 First Lines Challenge

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Tagged by @fiona-fififi @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @thekristen999 @911onabc @spotsandsocks @betty-boom @hippolotamus @monsterrae1 @satashiiwrites @buddierights

Thank you darlings! 💖

today i live for a single drop of you : Eddie has such a pretty cock.

red life might stream again : The wind is cool, causing the hairs on Eddie’s arms to stand up and goose bumps to pebble across his skin.

there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head : Eddie Diaz does not panic.

we live and breathe words : Buck didn’t mean to snoop, okay?

slowly getting sober from the taste of your skin : The combination of the white coat and dark blue scrubs is admittedly making Eddie’s knees a little weak.

when the violence causes silence : It’s amazing the power that silence has.

addicted to the softness of your touch : The granite of the sink is hard underneath his thighs, and Eddie shifts uncomfortably.

forever taste like you and me : Eddie fiddles nervously with the buttons on his uniform.

even when i'm lost, with you i'm found : Buck runs his hands down the sides of his black slacks.

tumblr soft prompts : The soft, sultry croon of Dizzy Gillespie’s trumpet filters through the kitchen, its gentle and heartrending notes caressing the floor and cabinets and every inch of Buck’s skin.

If there is a pattern my brain is too broke to recognize it 😂

No pressure tagging: @spaceprincessem @elvensorceress @shortsighted-owl @rewritetheending @rottenmarigolds @bigfootsmom @gayedmundodiaz @queerbuckleys @messyhairdiaz @folk-fae @transboybuckley @transbuck @the-likesofus @bekkachaos @sibylsleaves @anxieteandbiscuits and anyone else who wants to do it!

#tag games #ryan writes #buddie fics #10 first lines

[amazinglyegg]

There’s also repeat dialogue for present tense:

[Haylen] “I'm not siding with anyone. I'm just telling you how I feel. I mean, he's still Danse, right? He's still the same...”

[Rhys] “I know Danse means a lot to you. But you've got to face the fact that it's a synth. It's gotta be put down. Elder Maxson's orders.”

[Haylen] “I... I understand. I just hope we aren't making a mistake.”

#hoo boy rhys just starts YELLING #kinda freaked me out the first few times i had to listen to this #also hey look i used that audio grabber mod!! #very convenient and nice 10/10 #also also #on the topic of rhys #y'all better watch how hard you clown on him #hes an asshole but he has a soft spot in my heart #poor guys grieving AND has half the character development of haylen #200ish lines vs haylens 400ish #hes REDEEMABLE i SWEAR just GIVE ME TIME TO WRITE A REDEMPTION FIC #fallout 4 #knight rhys #scribe haylen #paladin danse #brotherhood of steel #blind betrayal #audio

[babygirllinds]

First Lines of 10 Fics Game

rules: share the first lines of 10 of your most recent fanfics and then tag 10 people. If you have written less than 10 fics, don’t be shy and share anyways :)

tagged by: @mackwinnon (thank you for tagging me 💗)

I have 14 published fics on ao3, so I’ll just be pulling from there. 8 of them are Top Gun fics and 2 are from The Magicians :)

1. lend a helping hand (complete)

“You need to ask one of them, Mav,” Carole’s honey-sweet southern accent rang through the phone. “I reckon one of them would step up without making a big deal of it. They’re good men, as well as good alphas. Nick always said so.”

“They didn’t like me at first,” Maverick stressed back. He was leaning up against the counter of his base housing, twirling the twisty phone cord with his fingers to distract himself from his anxieties. “They’re civil with me now, but I don’t want to upend what little friendship we have by making it awkward.”

“Honey, trust me when I say this,” she says slowly like how she talks to Bradley when explaining things, “Alphas would jump at the chance to be with any omega during their heat. They’re not going to worry about ruining a friendship if you’re offering yourself up. Especially with what you’ve told me about Tom and Ron. Either one of them would be happy to help.”

2. I saw him first (ongoing)

Slider had seen him first.

Before ever stepping foot in the classroom where he had to watch Ice stare him down like a predator waiting for the right moment to catch his prey. He’d seen him roll up on the motorcycle outside while waiting for Ice and was struck for a moment at how beautiful the other man was. If Slider had seen him out at a bar, he’d have no reservations about approaching the man and inviting him back to his housing.

3. Let me Teach you a Lesson or Two (ongoing)

The sitting room outside the dean's office is quiet for the most part. The only sound is of clicking computer keys coming from the receptionist's desk and Pete is starting to get antsy. He's been waiting to see the dean for 20 minutes now. Boredom has him staring at his thumb nail and picking at the skin around it until it starts to bleed. His hair is falling into his face and he tries to blow the strands out of his eyesight as he watches a small dot of blood bead around the nail bed. He winds up flicking his hair out of the way and tilts his head back, sticking the thumb in his mouth to suck away the red liquid. The iron taste is unpleasant and his stomach turns.

Then the sound of a door opens and he's snapping his eyes up and over to the sound, only to be met with piercing blue eyes hidden behind wire-framed glasses. His blonde hair is gelled back and he's tall enough that Pete has to crane his neck up from where he's sitting. The man looks like a classic nerd, but he's muscled and carries himself confidentially. He's actually quite handsome and is Pete's type to a T. He lets his thumb go with a pop and the man lets his gaze on Pete dissipate quickly before walking off. Pete watches as he leaves, lingering on the way the man's back muscles shifted under the tight button down.

"Mitchell," Pete's head snaps back to the open door. Dean Metcalf stands there, back straight, face hardened. "Come in."

4. seduction plan: failed? (complete)

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell was having a crisis.

He was the type of man who made girls and guys swoon at his feet. He could knock someone's socks off and make them laugh until they cried. He was sweet as sugar and confident with his words. He was wickedly charming, albeit a little shit as well, but people liked that about him. So he knew a thing or two about making someone someone fall for him.

What he didn't expect was the person he was head over heels for to ignore every effort he made.

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky was this all-consuming man. He was handsome, funny, smart, and he could match Mav's energy verbatim. He was quick to whip back each retort Maverick threw his way and then tease him endlessly until they were both laughing.

5. say you’ll be my wife tonight (complete)

Maverick was used to snide remarks and sly comments thrown his way. He had put up with it his whole life, even more so when he stepped foot in the Navy. Men loved to rib him on his height, on how he played loose with the rules, and how his father was a coward. Those comments didn't bother him anymore. He took them with stride, knowing he was more than just random words being hurled at him.

But this was new.

"He treats you like his little wife, like a bitch who needs to be put on a leash," the words were snarled at him, sharp and piercing. "Kazansky got you trained good? He calls and suddenly you're the perfect little wife?"

6. Merry Christmas (complete)

Tom had never really enjoyed Christmas all that much. His father was absent quite frequently because of the Navy and his mom spent her time depressed when his father wasn't home. Christmas felt like any other day, only with presents. The presents were just material things. What he craved was how the kids in his class were able to spend the day wrapped in warm joy with family. He'd never had that, instead his mom sipped champagne while his sister and him opened presents. She'd smile a small, sad smile when Tom would hold up a new toy he was excited about, then continue to stare blankly at the window.

Now that he was older, he knew his mom was just longing for her husband to be there. She didn't understand how to be more than a shell of a person under her husband's thumb; to be openly there for her kids. His sister was the one who showed him warmness during the holidays. She'd spend the day making sure he was shown happiness and some semblance of Christmas joy. She showed him how to make Christmas cookies from scratch and then they'd spend the day huddled in pajamas, watching Christmas movies with hot cocoa. His sister was the only fond memory of the dreaded holiday.

Growing up, he realized that only some people that came into his life were going to look out for him. After learning that lesson, he became closed off and aloof to others. That's when he took on the ice-cold persona — Iceman.

7. happiness (complete)

Honey, when I'm above the trees

I see this for what it is

Maverick knew this was coming to an end one of these days, but he hadn't expected it to crash and burn so suddenly. He's spent so many years trying to be enough — trying to show Ice that there was more in the world other than settling for his father's version of his future. He wanted to prove that he could be enough.

Ice's father wanted him to marry a decent girl and start a family. Cue Maverick who crashed into his life and halted all plans that pointed to a future that was expected of him. Until now at least.

Ice had stopped frequenting Maverick's home, stopped staying the night after fucking him into the mattress, stopped whispering sweet nothings as they cuddled on the couch. Back was the cold demeanor that Maverick had first encountered when meeting the infamous Iceman. He didn't smile like he used to and when he did meet up with Maverick, he smelled of a woman's perfume. Maverick was losing him and he knew Ice was dragging out the inevitable.

8. Danger is Calling my Name (complete)

When Ice told Maverick that he was dangerous, he wasn't lying. The man flew too close to the edge, never once following the rules set in the parameters of the mission. But when Ice said those words, he held an entirely different meaning in mind.

Maverick was dangerous in the way he confidently held himself – head held high as his green eyes sparkled and his smug smile pulled back to show his teeth. He was dangerous in the way that Ice had to hold back from pinning him against a wall; had to let himself flush with anger, not lust. He was dangerous in the way that Ice was willing to lay his life with the Navy on the line just so he could lay Maverick down in his bed.

9. Illicit Affairs (complete)

Make sure nobody sees you leave

It's nearing six in the morning; the sun still chugging it's way over the horizon to light up the new day. He hears Margo's light snores down the hall, and the soft patters on hardwood of him and Eliot making their way past her door. They both know she knows, but neither ever mention it aloud. Leave it to Margo to turn a blind eye, but leave the glint of knowing in plain sight.

He looks at the back of Eliot's head, curls messy from the night spent in his bed. Quentin aches to reach up and soothe the wisps of hair down and feel the softness that comes from years of pampering himself. He's beautiful, even in the morning, and Quentin wants nothing more than to kiss him in front of everyone.

Too bad he can't.

10. Happy Birthday, Q (complete)

"Jules, no." Quentin frowns at his best friend from where he's sitting. "I don't want to have a party. You know I hate them."

Quentin turned 28 today. He's not particularly fond of his birthday since his dad died two years ago. They had a tradition of getting breakfast at the crack of dawn and then, per Quentin's request, they would watch whatever movie was currently playing at the small theatre in his Jersey town. Then Julia would come over for dinner and they'd eventually end the day sitting on the porch as his dad pointed out constellations to them.

no-pressure tags: @waaugh @r-dtoblack @polar-equinoxx @brainjuicey @destinedtobeloved @blazingstar29 @broketraveler87 @sunwarmed-ash @honckity @abliafina-18782 (tagging all of y’all bc I confidently know you all write because I’ve read some of y’all’s work 😅)

#thanks so much for the tag 🥹 #tag game #first lines of 10 fics #my fics #my writing #top gun #icemav #slimav #slicemav #the magicians #queliot

[wikiangela]

10 first lines

tagged by @prince-buck-diaz thank you! 💖

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

tbh I don't think my first lines are ever really good lol but here we go hah

___

For a holiday (and forevermore) (fake dating, ongoing wip)

Eddie is not really looking forward to the holidays with his family this year.

me, you, our kid and a dog

It starts as a random remark on a sunny Sunday afternoon when the three of them are at the park.

what a mighty good man

Buck has been running around the firehouse, frantically looking through every nook and cranny, since they came back from their last call, looking for his lost phone.

Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

The kitchen is filled with sounds of conversations and laughter, and music in Spanish that Eddie tries to sing along to, but he’s very off-key, and doesn't know all the lyrics, which in turn causes Buck and Chris to make fun of him.

I'd marry you with paper rings

It’s a late evening, the house is quiet, Christopher is fast asleep already, having been tucked in by them both, was out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow. The kitchen is dark, only the small light over the stove illuminating the space, while Buck and Eddie sit at the table, bottles of beer in hands.

stuck with each other

Eddie’s not sure how or when it starts. All he knows is that suddenly wherever he turns in his own kitchen, he finds plenty of new, weird, very unnecessary – in his opinion – gadgets and appliances, and their amount only continues to grow, and it’s all Buck’s fault.

kiss it better

It’s a regular evening in the Diaz household, no different than any other. Christopher is playing video games in the living room, Buck’s cooking dinner, and Eddie, well… Eddie tries to find something to do in the kitchen as well, to not just blatantly stare at Buck the whole time.

you're the one I want

Eddie comes home to the TV quietly playing in the living room, and faint sounds of someone moving around the kitchen. A wide smile immediately pulls at his lips, as he takes his suit jacket off and walks towards the noise.

me and you only equals love 

Eddie's not sure what it is about Buck knowing math – he's not even sure it's about math at all, maybe it's how confident he acts, maybe it's that he seems almost back to his old, carefree pre-lightening self, even for a moment, and they're finally just purely having fun together again. And maybe it's a little bit how amazing he looks right now in that suit, and how he looks at Eddie with a smirk and a knowing glance – which is probably what gives them away the most, to be honest, but Eddie can't bring himself to care, because the way Buck's looking at him makes him feel hot all over. 

I can't love you any more (than I do now) 

Eddie's pretty sure he and Buck are dating. 

Well, maybe not in so many words. 

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No pressure tags: @silentxxsoul @jamietarts @elvensorceress @mrevanbuckley @honestlydarkprincess @translasso @shortsighted-owl @911onabc @alyxmastershipper @panbuckley

#10 first lines challenge #this was fun haha #also I have like over 40 buddie fics on ao3 and most are fluffy oneshots if anyone wants to check them out haha #my fics #buddie fic #buddie #wikiangela writes #my writing #911 #911 abc

[hippolotamus]

10 first lines challenge

Tagged by @monsterrae1 Thank you, this looks so fun!

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns! (I excluded the drabble collections)

if i'm being honest (it scares me to death): Just got in. See you tomorrow.

the only thing that matters now (is everything): Alexis combs her fingers through her hair, letting manicured nails lightly scratch along her scalp while she stares at the ceiling.

a prelude to a kiss: It’s no secret that Alexis has kissed lots of people.

I know all your secrets: In all the years of artfully sneaking around for missions, Agent Patrick Brewer never thought his expertise would lead him here.

Whatever may come (your heart I will choose): Love /lǝv/ (n) - strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties. Warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion. Unselfish, loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another.

all in the Jee-tails: Okay. Just a little turn aaaand- yes. Alright, only one more to go. You got this, Buckley.

for the record: “Happy birthday again, sis.” Buck gathers Maddie in a tight embrace as long as she’ll let him.

you spoke to me so sweetly: Breathe. Alexis forces herself to blink, to exhale, to be present.

i wish you all the love you're looking for, darling: Buck knows the phrase goes “there’s no use crying over spilled milk”, but nothing has spilled here.

Give Your Heart & Soul to Me: “Will you sing it to me?” David asks, his face smushed into the pillow, and already adorably dozy.

Patterns: Hmmm, kind of a mixed bag here. Most of them start with some sort of dialogue, whether that's external (being said to someone else, a text) or internal (the character's inner monologue). However they begin I'm sure I agonized over it 😅

no pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper @stereopticons @blackandwhiteandrose @panbuckley @elvensorceress @jesuisici33 @spotsandsocks @littlebitofdiaz @buddierights @911onabc LOML @lizzie-bennetdarcy @apothecarose @rmd-writes @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @saraminia and anyone else who wants to play 🥰

#10 first lines #hippo writes #buddie fic #twylexis fic #sc fic #david x patrick

[rmd-writes]

ten first lines challenge

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns! (I also excluded the drabble collections and the kiss prompt snippets)

Thanks for the tags @hippolotamus @stereopticons!

The Grindr Toolbox: A Guide to Getting Nailed (series: Tarlos, David x Patrick, Firstprince - I’m cheating a little here, but all three fics in this series start with the same first line)

“Fuck.”

to love is to undress our names (Tarlos)

A wave of relief washes over him. 

the way you make me feel (so real, so good) (Tarlos)

It’s been a day.

I gotta handle you just right (Tarlos)

“Oh my god,” Nancy says as she walks into their house, dropping her bag on the floor. 

and this is romance, let’s dance (Tarlos)

Carlos has to admire TK’s confidence in following him onto the dance floor and attempting to line dance – something he’s clearly never done before. 

the strong will never fall (Tarlos)

“TK?” Carlos’ voice brings him back to the present and he turns to look at his fiancè, who’s looking back at him with concern written across his face. 

these are the moments i cherish (Tarlos)

TK will never ever get tired of being kissed by his husband. 

Precious Love (Tarlos)

When TK’s mom picks him up from the bus station after summer camp, he’s excited to see her and tell her all about it, but she seems like she’s in a strange mood. 

Your Place or Mine? (Tarlos)

TK and Carlos sleep in Carlos’ room on their final night at the Reyes ranch, curled around each other in Carlos’ bed – deliberately this time – although things don’t get any further than some lazy making out and a little grinding, once they’re both hard in their pyjamas and pressed against each other. 

Soon (Tarlos)

TK loves this.

Not entirely sure I’d say there’s a pattern there? other than that I’ve clearly been writing mostly Tarlos fics for a while now

tagging @welcometololaland @iboatedhere @liminalmemories21 @carlos-in-glasses @everwitch-magiks @clottedcreamfudge @cha-melodius @rosedavid @ambiguouspenny @strandnreyes to play if you want

#10 first line challenge #rmd writes #rmd writes: lonestar #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #rmd writes: sc #rmd writes: rwrb #those last two are only in the grindr toolbox though

[writcraft]

First 10 lines

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have fewer than 10 fics posted, post what you have. Thank you for the tag @junkshop-disco and I'm sorry it's taken me such a long time to reply (over 80 days to be precise, yikes)!

First lines below the cut, tagging anyone else who cares to do this as well as @gracerene, @nerdherderette, @candybarrnerd, @tackytigerfic and @malenkayacherepakha if you haven't already done this <3

Luck of the Draw (Harry Potter/Severus Snape)

“He asked if he could swap the date with Harry for the lavender soap, but there’s the magic and Mrs Berry was quite insistent.”

Meddling, Menswear and Magic (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

All the kissing is putting Draco right off his cornflakes.

Friends of Dorothy (Harry Potter/Severus Snape)

Five years after the war on a soggy Tuesday afternoon, Harry enters his office to find Severus Snape waiting for him.

A Life Worth Remembering (Severus/Harry/Draco)

Lily Evans is dead.

What Makes a House a Home (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

At night the ghosts of Malfoy Manor come alive. 

Another Dreamless Night (Dean Winchester/Castiel)

At first Dean blames the dive bars and bourbon.

Jump (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin)

Time is moving backwards.

The Ghosts of Hogwarts Past (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

Hogwarts in the autumn is one of Draco’s favourite places to be.

Merlin's Kitchen (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy)

Tucked away in a dimly lit passage at the arse end of Diagon Alley, Merlin’s Kitchen is unquestionably the worst nightclub Draco has ever been to.

The Way We Were (James Potter/Sirius Black)

James looks around the unfamiliar streets, attempting to get his bearings. 

#my fic #first lines #tag game #10 first lines

[nicollekidman]

the succession fanfic “article” is deeply embarrassing and not for succession fanfic authors!

#every fourth /article/ on vulture these days is like. how did this make it past an editor #vulture contributer voice: i spent 10 minutes on the first page of succ ao3 and you won’t believe what i found! #okay?????????????? not even gesturing at any type of commentary or point #just a post that could’ve been a tweet thread to mock the mere existence of fanfic fnfnd like okay #i don’t read succ fic but i draw the line at turning in something like that on assignment to make money like come on

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Thank you @abihastastybeans @msalexwp @uncertainwallflower and @soloorganaas ! I loved all your versions 🥰🥰🥰!!!

rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. if you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway💗💗

1. “Ah,” a pause. “How do you do, Evans?” From Snow Cherubs & Delayed Deer

Basically - pining Jily with Prongs making a hames of everything… one-shot

2. “Where were you on the night of the twenty- nineth of September…. Sir Grimmauld, I mean…” Remus cleared his throat. From A Little Risk

Remus Lupin Detective Inspector investigates a murder at the Duke & Duchess of Grimmauld’s manor. Lily Evans is a Private Investigator. Dr James Potter & the eldest son of the duke, Sirius Black, are suspects… who is the murderer, and is Snape my most horrible version? Wolfstar &Jily, multichapter, completed.

3. “The weirdo is following you, Lily,” Mary hisses under her breath, sounding mildly disgusted. From I’m Not in Love

Pining Jily idiots, one-shot

4. Sirius will never forget this day. From This Is The Way The World Ends

Remus Lupin’s lycanthropy catches up with him. Seriously angsty, made you cry etc. Wolfstar, multichapter, completed.

5. “I told him. I told Snivellus about the Whomping Willow, how to get past it,” Sirius’ voice a dull whisper as he turned away towards the window. From BLAME

A Marauders What If...?

What if James had been blamed for the Prank?

What if he got expelled at the end of Fifth Year?

What if there was never a Lily Evans and James Potter, Head Boy and Head Girl? If they parted enemies, if they never got together in their final year in Hogwarts? What if the marauders lost James? What then? Jily & Wolfstar, WIP

6. “Hi Moony!” Lily called from the sitting room, where she lay on the couch with her long legs tucked under herself. From Wedding Nerves

Lily, the night before her wedding - spent with the marauders. Marauders and Lily brotp

7. “Fuck!” Remus bit down hard on his lip to stop himself screaming with the pain. From Agony/Bliss

Remus is a lovestruck fool, pining after Sirius Black, unattainable, pitiful. Angst & then fluff, 2/2 chapters, completed.

8. The Summer holidays loomed over him, like a tsunami. From Boys Don’t Cry

There is silence as Remus looks at him. A suffocating stillness that is anything but calm. There is punishment and absence there, hanging between them, a hurt so thick he thinks he could slice it open. His chest aches with how hard he is pushing down the need to cry. He wishes Remus would yell at him, scream at him, pummel him senseless. He thinks there could be goodness trapped somewhere inside him, somewhere deeper than the need to bawl. He thinks if anyone could find it, it would be this lanky boy.

Angst & drama - aka the prank and why Sirius did what he did. 5/5 chapters, completed. Pre relationship Wolfstar & Jily

9. “Congrats, Potter!” From Tight Quidditch Uniforms & Other Distressing Things

“Come on, Evans, don’t be a coward,” Sirius Black’s grey eyes flashing, full of challenge.

“Look. I’m glad he’s happy, I’m not lying, alright? I just... I just wish I was the one making him happy. Satisfied?”

She sighed and poured herself another drink. She couldn’t believe she had just said it. Must be the alcohol.

“That’s my girl, a true Gryffindor,” Sirius said, his grey eyes alight now, twinkling dangerously.

“If you fucking say a word to him, I swear to you-“

Or

Sirius Black has to Do Things to make Jily happen...

(Jily, Sirius is the best wingman, fluff 2/2 finished)

10. “Hold still for a minute!” From Wildflowers

Jily fluff, wildflower garlands, sweetness but then… Jily, fluff & angst, one-shot

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