First Line Tag
Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have! Make a new post.
1. Poppies (Pomona Sprout/Poppy Pomfrey)
The late August sun filtered through the glass, warming the humid air of the greenhouse. Even with the doors open at both ends to catch a breeze, it was too hot. Sweat beaded Pomona Sprout's brow and ran down her sides under her robes as she consulted her smudged list.
2. Monster Girls (Olympe Maxime/Apolline Delacour)
The stables at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic were airy and spacious. Mountain air mingled with the smoldering, earthy scent of the school's herd of rare Abraxan horses, and the heady fumes of liquor that rose from their troughs. Olympe Maxime loved them more than anywhere else on Earth. That was where she went when she needed to cry.
3. Both Or Neither (Dean Thomas/Seamus Finnigan)
Dean leaned on the stone railing of the bridge, snowflakes swirling around him, catching and melting slowly on the wool of his winter coat. In the distance, the great doors of Hogwarts Castle opened, and bundled-up students began to stream out, hastening down the snowy path toward Hogsmeade, where the Hogwarts Express waited to take them home for the winter holidays.
4. An Accident of the Stars (Lavender Brown/Parvati Patil)
Lavender Brown had expected to feel a lot of things when the war was done. The euphoria of victory. Relief that it was over. Fierce pride in herself and her friends for the part they had played in defeating Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Excitement for the future. Now the war was over, and so was everything else. Lavender lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying very hard to feel nothing at all.
5. Healing Hands (Pomona Sprout/Poppy Pomfrey)
Professor Pomona Sprout hid a grimace of discomfort. Just because she was not feeling her best did not mean her students needed to know about it. She glanced at her pocket watch. Ten more minutes. Her interminable day was mercifully almost over.
6. Discards: Valentine's Day (Remus Lupin/Sirius Black)
Contentment was a relatively new sensation for Remus Lupin. This was not the first morning he had awoken with a sense of wellbeing; such occasions had become frequent in recent weeks, since he had started spending nights in his boyfriend's bed.
7. All the Things That You're Supposed to Feel (Schitt's Creek: Patrick Brewer/David Rose)
Patrick Brewer smiled and shook his head. He had been smiling since he played back the first voicemail left by David Rose. His amusement only increased with each rambling message, tangent, and explanation of David's plans for the General Store. Now four or five messages deep, Patrick could almost see David's facial expressions and hand gestures as he spoke.
8. No Hands Below the Waist (Schitt's Creek: Patrick Brewer/David Rose)
David was still not sure how it had happened. Patrick wasn't even his type. OK, so he was all right in an unassuming, slightly nerdy, definitely-heterosexual way, but when it came to men, David's tastes had always run to self-assured guys who looked like well-toned lumberjacks, or drama-prone artistic types like himself. Patrick was nothing like that. He was something else entirely.
9. The Sheriff's Wrath (Rowan Hood: Tod/Rook)
The dream was of Rook. That was all Tod remembered. The damp patch spreading across the front of his nightshirt, and the echo of release fading from his loins told the rest. On the other side of the fire pit, his companion lay, still asleep on his pile of sheepskins. The gray pre-dawn light filtering into the small cavern was just enough for Tod to make out the shape of the young outlaw's body.
10. Discards: Commencement (Remus Lupin/Sirius Black)
"Sorry I'm late," said Lily. "Everything seems to take twice as long as usual these days, and then of course I couldn't find anywhere to park."
Sirius gave her a quick hug. "I'm just glad you managed to find me."
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