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bitchbrisket · 3 years

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First Lines Tag

Tagged by @slightlyintimidating

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

As all my mutuals have been tagged already, I’ll just tag a couple of people, @tara-stofse and @rapidashpatronus

I’m also going to cheat and give you a favourite line from each one, simply because the first line is rarely the best and why not be a big fat show off where your writing is concerned? Didn’t link because I am a lazy cow but my AO3 profile is at the top of my page.

1. (The Worst Witch 2017) A friend like you – 'Get in loser, we're going shopping!'

Sometimes I come up with good titles and sometimes I desperately flail around and this was the best I could do. Most people should know what the opening line is a reference to and it was the first thing I thought of when the idea of this fic materialised.

· 'I know you think you're hot stuff, but Dimity can run rings around you. You have the acting skills of a potato' she icily informed a miffed Arabella.’

2. (Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries) An education - 'I confess, I fail to understand the point of most of them.'

Again, another crappy title but for some reason, no song lyric or poem came to me on the subject of policemen raiding a Chinese brothel in the 1920s and confiscating vibrators because they look like suspicious instruments. I did lift the first line from the script because that is partly what I based the fic on. 0/10 for originality there.

· ‘The benefit of having so many deities, Lin reflected, was that there was always someone in, should you knock on the door of their shrines.’

3. (The Worst Witch 2017) Poker – ‘Miss Bat scuttled along to the staffroom after her date and walked in, only to halt in surprise.’

Good Lord, I’m really not selling it to you with these boring titles am I? I’ve done the strip poker storyline with the hairpins in another fandom and couldn’t think up a clever title for that either.

· ‘Clothes were strewn everywhere but in front of Hecate, there was a small pile of hairpins and nothing else.’

4. (The Worst Witch 2017) Which witch is which? – ‘Wychwood forest was a mysterious place, full of wrackspurts and helipoaths and blibbering humdingers. Sometimes you'd even see a crumple horned snorcack galloping along.’

Yes, alright I borrowed something off the world of Harry Potter. A fic based off a post off of a popular post on Tumblr and title borrowed off Dianna Wynne Jones I think.

· 'Watch out for the blibbering humdingers!' she shouted vengefully after the troublesome tourists.’

5. (The Worst Witch 2017) They do it with mirrors - 'I've missed you.'

Very general, basic bitch kind of starter. Dial up the smut o’metre because witches are having the equivalent of webcam sex. Written for the Hackle Lemonade Challenge, prompt kink. Wasn’t one of my favourites to write but it does have one of my favourite paragraphs in a smutty fic. Beats the first line anyway.

· ‘She groaned and panted as her climax finally overtook her, glad of the extra support from the solid oak furniture. None of this modern rubbish that couldn't withstand a good hard fuck. There was a time and a place for IKEA but this was not it.’

6. (The Worst Witch 2017) Every inch of you – ‘Ada loved it when Hecate lightly raked her nails down her back.’

Diving straight into the smut for this other Hackle Lemonade Challenge, prompt kink fic. Title entirely appropriate.

· ‘While many people over the years could make it happen, it was a secret delight to know that nobody did it better than her.’

7. (The Worst Witch 2017) The hum of your desire – ‘Ada woke up to an empty bed.’

At least it’s promising. The story can go anywhere when you start off with an empty bed. The bed is irrelevant anyway. They end up on the sofa.

· ‘Hecate Hardbroom was nothing but a meticulous over achiever.’

8. (The Worst Witch 2017) You’re the night sky, trying to make me see your stars – ‘Hecate had been afraid to touch.’

Throws you right into the scene and lets you know there’s going to be a bit of angst in there. I love the song I took the title from (night sky – Leonell Cassio & Julia Mihevc) and I waited for a fic idea to materialise so I could use it.

· ‘Ada could feel her breathing, steady and true, vibrating through to her heart.’

9. (Ghosts) Hide & seek – ‘Giggling madly, she galloped up the stairs to seek out the best hiding place ever.’

With several of the ghosts with backstories we have yet to uncover, the possibilities are endless. Poor Kitty had to die young so I gave her a death loosely based on an English ghost story, using all the unsavoury incidents involving her sister. Title needs no explanation.

· ‘And shimmering obliquely in the corner of the landing, was the answer. The wooden chest. The one from the latest sailing ship that had brought back all that sugar and tea and rum.’

10. (The Worst Witch 2017) When breathing sounds like your song – ‘She hadn't let herself enjoy it at first.’

Luckily the only way from there is forward. For the Hackle Lemonade Challenge 2021, prompt firsts. Not sure where I got the title from, it’s possible I melded a couple of song lyrics together for it.

· ‘I always feel thirsty after a pleasurable experience' she said cheerfully.’

11. (Holby City) There is no goat that foolish – ‘Serena patted down her wide brimmed hat and set off for a walk.’

It’s an ok start to the fic. The title is terrible but honestly, its just hard to find references to goats in general.

· ‘She only just realised that they were conversing in English, not French. The other woman had a London accent. Good. She could shout at her more expressively in English.’

12. (The Worst Witch 2017) Sugar mouse – ‘What is it?’

So many possibilities here. The title does give it away, but still.

· ‘In her nightmares, her grandfather had chased her around with an eyeball on a fork.’

13. (Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries) Stitch up - ‘I’d like to see you operate my sewing machine, Hugh Collins.’

Another shameless ripping off from the script. But nothing else can sum up this fic so perfectly. Title self-explanatory.

· ‘Were sewing machines like dogs? He wondered. Did they take on the personalities of their owners?’

14. (Pushing Daisies) Girls don’t want boys, girls want damn respect – ‘Her boy always had an eye for the ladies.’

What a ridiculously clunky title. But apparently I couldn’t think of anything better. The opening line is much better.

· ‘Calista was reminded of the principal at school that Emerson had crushed on so hard that he'd broken every fire alarm in the school over the course of several months just to get her attention. Some things never changed.’

15. (Holby City) Tell us the tale of a goat – ‘Did I ever tell you about how Serena and I met?’

A solid opening there, full of potential. The title is a bit crap. No, I have no idea why or how Serena would be working on the Italian railway either.

· ‘You dressed one up in a poncho and called it aunt Gertrude?’ Fleur asked eventually. She really couldn’t think of anything better to say.’

16. (Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries) In the gracious light – ‘Jack tried not to let their questioning stares get to him.’

Based partly on the MFMM books, I’m happy with the opening line, it sets the tone. The title comes from Shakespeare’s Sonnet VII. ‘Lo! in the orient when the gracious light.’ With that, it ties in Jack and Lin quite nicely.

· ‘After all, grandmama had warned him enough about the distraction of white girls. She had said nothing about white boys.’

17. (Holby City) Not yet – ‘Bernie wouldn't describe herself as an avid reader these days.’

Title taken from a line in the book Wicked. Opening line is pretty generic. I basically wrote this fic because Elphaba reminds me of Bernie in some respects. Also, premonition, sorry about that.

· ‘In her mind, it was Serena in that cell, stretching out her hand to Bernie and chiding her affectionately for her delay.’

18. (Ghosts) Filth – ‘The Captain paid no attention to Lady Button's shrewish tone two rooms away.’

Simple title, simple opening line. Very direct. It’s the ‘why didn’t the Captain and Lady Button bond over the hot gardener in Lady Chatterly’s Lover together’ fic.

· ‘The Captain sighed. That husband of hers had a lot to answer for. Bastard. He couldn't have killed her by poison or anything, no, he had to push her out of the damn window.’

19. (Ghosts & Holby City crossover) Over the top we go – ‘He couldn't believe it.’

So many things one couldn’t believe, a pretty generic opening. The title is a WW1 reference so not the correct war for the Captain but I used it anyway. Bernie is Haver’s niece.

· ‘The Captain looked pleased but there was an expression in his eyes that Alison thought hid a sob in his heart.’

20. (Holby City) Boobs – ‘Arthur Digby was having a terrible day.’

Title, utterly crap, I know you’ll agree. Opening line, sums it up really. I like it.

· 'Well, call me Da Vinci and I'll paint you like one of those French girls.'

Art wasn't Fleur's strong point.’

So what did I learn about my opening lines? It does reflect my writing style, snappy and concise. I rarely ramble for long. Are they thrilling opening lines? Not usually. Do they set the scene or the tone? Much of the time. They are certainly not the best ones I’ve ever written. Considering that I don’t love most of these last lot of opening lines, I’m going to go with which witch is which? It’s the best one of the bunch, I think.

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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“Of Superheroes and Superassholes” (Chapter 2)

A/N: Guys here comes the second part (as soon as I manage to understand you how to link the first part I will; please if you know, take your time to explain to a bookworm ignorant in computers like me). I really hope you shall enjoy it (if you don’t let me know please!). Also if you want to give me any kind of feedback (from just leaving an heart here) you will make my heart sweel with joy! Love you all guys!

SUMMARY: It is quite difficult to confront your feelings, mostly when you have to do your best to save the world and avoid a probable apocalypse… so feelings are the last thing two superheroes and a wonderful man might think of… but you know… miracles still happen.

WORDS: 3 K.

WARNING: There is a bit of smutty themes, just oral (female receiving), daddy kink and a bit of general nudity… (I am sorry I am still not very good at writing smut, but I hope I will get better, but let me know what you think of my work!).

She thought that the hospital would at least mean no annoying warlocks to wake up to, but, apparently, she didn’t get a pause from that either.

Also, because Michael, when she woke up form whatever coma she had been in, looked pissed as hell (he would have belonged in the rageful sector in hell) (or on the throne).

She had fainted due to the loss of blood, meanwhile they fought and she knew this had probably fucked up their mission, but they had managed less victims than usual, alongside completing perfectly the mission; she had kept on fighting, no matter the gushing bullet wound.

But, suddenly, she had dropped to the ground, without any control over her body, hearing just Duncan calling out her name.

So, she expected him, not Michael, looking at her as if she had killed his puppy and set fire to his house, on Christmas day.

-… next time you take a bullet for me, I will make sure it gets through your head, understood? – he threatened her and immediately all the things linked to her started beeping due to the higher beating pulse, which prompted worry to appear on Michael’s face -… I thought you were dead when you fell down-.

-I got hit by toxins and survived, bullets are only going to slow me down- she mumbled, probably still high on morphine to try such an approach.

-… you are not superman, your skin is hurt and pierced when bullet meets it- he reminded her, but she just smiled back at him.

-Since when do you worry about me? – she replied, giggling (yeah, she was definitely high on morphine).

And she was probably high on morphine when she felt Michael’s lips on her, and even the barest of caresses prompted a gasp from her chest, a little moan of pleasure, which got her to raise instinctively her legs to bring him closer but he was just on her side, and she let go of that exercise, mostly because as soon as he had started the kiss, he immediately retreated himself.

He looked at her as if he was the hurt one, the defenseless one, the one who couldn’t tolerate seeing her in a hospital bed.

-I…- and the door swung open, Duncan entering with an expensive bouquet of lilies, the perfect choice for her -… need to go, I will leave you two alone-.

And as the Michael who had seemed to care disappeared, the one who ran away from her and didn’t listen to her, moved away towards the door abandoning her to a confused Duncan, who just sent her a surprised look, as if to say “what is going on?”.

Well, she didn’t know, neither.

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Not a party girl before the toxins, not a party girl now.

That’s why she sat down the elegant stool at Duncan’s party, twirling the sixth fruity drink she had order for that night, barely feeling a bit tipsy, meanwhile her head setting back and replaying the kiss with Michael, although she had started drinking to avoid that sight.

Because at least she thought about the sweet times and not the fact that Michael was dancing with men and women alike, clearly not giving a single thought about what had happened in the hospital room, as if it didn’t matter.

And it hurt her more than she thought.

When she had come back from the hospital, she had immediately started overthinking: why would Michael Langdon, her nemesis, kiss her with such sweetness? Did this mean he harbored any kind of feelings for her? Or was she just… overreacting?

He might have thought he lost her and with the adrenaline pumping in his veins he had thought of kissing her.

Which made her smirk, because it was such a human emotion.

One she wasn’t expecting from the great and almighty Michael Langdon, but at the same time… he wasn’t clearly on adrenaline anymore, flirting with anything that breathed.

And she had to admit she was jealous, although she had no evidence of his feelings, except that attentive kiss and the worry in his eyes (even more since he stopped talking with her, only giving his thoughts to Duncan).

And worst of all, she was treating him like a mission.

-Is that the sixth cocktail? – Duncan asked, stealing it from her hands and taking a sip; she would have gladly knocked everyone else for such a gesture, but Duncan made it all seem so classy.

He brought out the most girlish part of her, the delicateness she hid with so much attention to everyone and he still brought it all out.

-You will pay me a new one- she jokingly threatened him, and he immediately ordered another one, nonchalantly, making her blush.

-What is troubling your mind? – he asked, and although he had a teasing tone, his eyes were serious, clearly worried for her.

-Just… the work- but she let her eyes wander over the dancefloor, finding the true troublemaker.

And Duncan followed her glance.

-… oh I get you, he is totally worth every drink, but maybe you might want something stronger- he suggested, reaching an hand out to her thigh, squeezing it gently, clearly to calm her down but it got the exact opposite effect -… what happened? -.

She had friends, before the toxins and now she had none, so she could consider Duncan the closest thing to a friend and a confidant that she knew.

Although she wanted to bed him…

And she would be admitting that a colleague had an unprofessional behavior with her.

-… Michael and I kissed- she blurted out, maybe the alcohol working -…I mean he kissed me, I was in the hospital bed, pretty much without energy…-.

-You didn’t want it? – he asked, clearly ready to move war if he had hurt her.

-I mean I…- she didn’t know what to say, because no matter how much she had thought about Michael’s feelings, she hadn’t thought about hers -… he is Michael Langdon, he is the hottest thing, after the Sun- (and Duncan).

The older man smirked, before erupting into a hearty laughter, the hand on her thigh standing there.

-… he infuriates me so much, but…- but she wanted to try to find out what those lips could whisper other than hate words -… I don’t hate him, and… if he could be just gentler…-.

-… he wouldn’t be Michael- which was the true and the real problem of the entire situation -… my suggestions is that you two need to talk about it-.

-We will move onto insults in five minutes- she reminded him, which had happened too many times.

-Not if I am there, moderating it all-.

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Michael felt himself caged in the room, but maybe this would be the time he actually, (finally!) find out if the rumors, about Duncan Shepherd, were true, abou.

But he didn’t walk in, alone; (Y/N) (L/N) was clad in her only elegant dress, and although he wanted to be spiteful with her, he couldn’t stop his wandering eye, tracing her elegant body-con dress, highlighting every curve she owned, the softest ones and the one that were pure bone and muscle; she was a beauty, like a desert rose.

But he was scared of the thorns.

He didn’t regret the kiss, he had felt in Heaven for the first time in his cursed life, but he hadn’t liked the way he had immediately felt insecure after the kiss, wondering if she regretted it, if he had hurt her, and most of all: what was going on between them?

The way the banter came natural at him, but also it was something daily to him, as natural as his magic, and this meant he was scared, he was scared it could hurt him, just when he thought he was in control of it.

-… I thought it was a private reunion, not a work thing- he mumbled cynically, hoping this would prompt her to back off and leave him to figure it out if it was a greater pain to avoid her or stay with her, wondering if she would ever grow tired of him.

-I will leave you, but I am sure that it’s better if I am here- mumbled Duncan, sitting down on the chaise longue he had in the elegant room he had lent them, and giving them privacy, as if he could.

He felt stupid, fooled and he needed to run away, which he did, moving to the door, but he had to get through (Y/N), which prompted her to grab his wrist, with gentleness, reigning in her extraordinary force.

-… why did you kiss me, Michael? – she mumbled, looking at him in the eyes, or trying to, since he was only facing the door, so close and so far away -… that’s all I could think for the entire time you left me-.

-It was just a kiss- he replied, wanting to get out fast.

-Michael this works only if you don’t lie- Duncan commented, clearly remembering of a pact he hadn’t agreed to, facing him with those dark eyes, so similar to his but they had nothing of boyish and innocent, as Michael could fake so well; maybe that’s why (Y/N) liked him so well, much more than him.

-I am not lying- he mumbled, again and he turned around to make the message clear, which prompted him to see the confused face of (Y/N), and what he saw was so unexpected and he just wanted to kiss her again.

Her face was contorted in pain, almost as physical pain, hurt in the deepest of ways, and the only thing keeping her from crying was the fact that she was facing him-

She always wanted to be so strong.

She didn’t need to, Michael wanted to tell her, she could be weak, shy, relaxed and loved.

-… I am sorry, I didn’t mean to be this harsh- he apologized -… but whenever you are involved I get this horrible feeling in my guts and I am scared that if I act upon it, you will hate me even more-.

-And so you get angry at me? – although she was seriously annoyed by his act she gave him a teasing tone, brightening the atmosphere -… and then I am the virgin-.

-I am scared also of that- and she blushed, such a daunting sight -… you are pure, sweet and shy, you have nothing that might want me-.

-Well, I would want you more if you sometimes didn’t act like an asshole- she replied, and this time, she was gentler, and she moved towards him, her hand finding his and her lips finding his cheeks -… I like you, Michael, even though you are an asshole, most of the time-.

-And I like you, even though you are a sexually repressed teen… OW- he got his on his arm and although she was trying her best to keep it light, it hurt-

-Oh, how cute are you, two? -giggle Duncan, getting up from the chair but before he could reply he was pushed down the chaise-longue.

Sometimes her and Michael could get along better than what Duncan thought and it was time for him to be taught that.

Because he saw how (Y/N) looked Duncan.

He looked at him the same.

And if he had acted upon his crush on (Y/N) why not act also upon his other crush for the most gorgeous playboy billionaire philanthropist?

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Duncan felt strange: he had had gorgeous men and women in his bed, but never superheroes.

Although he had fantasied about it, meanwhile the other two were fighting in the other room or he was left alone for once, finally in peace.

He gripped himself and started pumping himself at first gently, then with a more rough pattern, because that’s what he could see (Y/N) doing to him; she was no vixen like Langdon, and if his intuition knew one thing, she wasn’t experienced, he would dare even say she was a virgin, but…

Then there would come the dangerous rhythm, pushing him into the climax just for it to be taken away from him, at the last minute, Langdon wanting to make him beg, but he wouldn’t, he was stronger, and had played this game for much longer.

And now he couldn’t help but think his suspicions were right with the way (Y/N) gently tugged at his shirt, meanwhile Langdon’s hands moved down his chest, towards his treasure trail, but he stopped him before he could and maneuvered himself in order for him to have (Y/N) on his lap, meanwhile he pushed Langdon away.

-… no no, Boy Wonder, you have some apologies to make, before I let you even touch me- and he opened his leg, immediately spreading also (Y/N), who blushed, turning her head in his chest and laying kitten lick on it -… I am the boss, here-.

Michael sent him a look as if to say “oh are you sure?” cocking an eyebrow up, but he swiftly settled down between (Y/N)’s legs, who instead squirmed on her seat, till Duncan calmed her down, taking her chin between her fingers, to make her focus on him:

-It’s going to feel good, believe me, at least if the rumors about Langdon’s forked tongue are true…- the joke brightened the room, but she still was squirming, and Michael moved closer, nuzzling sweetly her thighs -… we will stop if you don’t want to, at any time-.

-I just don’t want to make a fool of myself- she mumbled, almost like a mouse squeaking for food, which Duncan found adorable -… you are sex gods and I am …-.

-You are a freaking sex goddess- muttered against her thighs Michael, and it was still pretty audible, which made her blush and Duncan patted his head, sweetly, feeling the strong consistency of his hair.

-And one of the most powerful creature I have ever known-.

-A force of the nature- added Michael, with a joking glance at her and a joking lick at her thigh which prompted a moan and for her to push herself back -… too much? -.

-I like you better like this: praising me and between my thighs, at my mercy- she replied, clearly relaxing a bit at their amusing thoughts, and although it would take her a bit to actually believe them… well she looked now more like a queen on her throne.

And Duncan loved every minute of that show.

-I just want you to remember that I can still bite you- and he did, a swiftly and joking bite to her left thigh, a loud moan of pain mixed with pleasure resonated in the room and Duncan was happy they were far away from the party: he wanted all those pretty moans for himself.

-… bite me and I will throw you out of the window- she replied, the agonistic tone setting back in her voice and Duncan had to huff out a breath, annoyed by their sudden clashing personalities.

-… children don’t fight- he muttered, giving them a clear unamused plead, which was promptly gotten by Michael, who just moved away from the girl.

She instead turned to him, facing him, and gave him a challenging look, before muttering a:

-You don’t like when we fight, daddy? – and he clearly seemed too taken aback by it, making the poor girl think that she might have done a mistake, assuming too much -… I am sorry, I got carried away-.

-My pretty girl, if you know what angers daddy, then don’t do it, or next time you will be the one on your knees, understood? – he grasped her chin, making her look at him in the eyes and swiftly her surprise turned again in excitement, and her hands, moved down his body, clearly she had fantasied about it, and he was glad he wasn’t the only one.

He made sure she nodded, expressing her consent, although not verbally, to what was going on, although he would stop at any “no” or sign of discomfort, (the same could be said for Michael).

He cared for her and respected her.

He had any other sexual partners but this time it was different, it was extremely different.

Not only because she could seriously throw Michael out of the window, but he could feel it in the electricity of the room.

And in her bones, when she pushed flush against him as Michael gave a first attentive lick at her clothed core, which prompted the girl to blush at her immediate reaction making the boy between her legs mutter:

-You are so sensitive, this will be fun-

Another lick and his hand went to her panties, and her hands went to his stopping him.

-I… I haven’t shaved… in like forever…- Michael just sent her an incredulous look, before straight up ripping her panties.

-Michael! -.

-Duncan here will buy you a new pair, certainly not from Wallmart- and he gently circled them with his fingers, checking out the bunny patterns on it.

-Bunnies are cute- she commented, again the teasing tone.

-… well you are our bunny, sweetie- interrupted Duncan, starting peppering kisses on her neck, trying to distract her, the tension quickly leaving her body, relaxing enough for him to sneak an hand between her waist, slowly raising it up, enough for her to negate access to her chest, his aim.

-Call me bunny and you will be out of the windows, faster than Langdon- she just turned around, but her hand moved to his and she pushed it onto her breast, letting out a little breath.

-Daddy, bunny spoke back! – screamed back Michael, who focused on examining the little curls of (Y/N) perfect mound, before reaching out to them, caressing them, and again she was pliant in Duncan’s hands

-And you have just been a brat, boy wonder, keep your mouth occupied, meanwhile I deal with our bunny over here- she still glared at him in the throes of passion -… when you ask yourself the reason why I am not letting you cum, tonight, remember about those worlds, bunny-.

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A/N: As always let me know what you think!

I think I will call it a night and continue my watching of “Kiki’s Delivery Service”.

Love you, guys!

See you soon, lovelies!

-Heco Hansen.

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