Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to ten if you have fewer!) and tag ten people.
Thanks for the tag @cacodaemonia! <3
Here are the first lines from my eight most recently published (very) short fics and two wips:
1. P025 Accepting or refusing an invitation, Tup/Dogma, T 400w
As variants on the roster go, Dogma isn’t a favorite. He may have earned his name for his overbearing insistence on following regs in the field, but as a variant he’s laid down a few rules of his own.
2. (P020) The Ocean, Suddenly Very Loud, force-sensitive!Rex, G 700w
They’d been eight years old, biologically speaking. The Box—the space that would later accommodate life-sized battle simulations—had still been under construction at the time.
3. P019 The View from Up Here, Rex*Howzer, G 350w
Their rebel outfit on Coruscant isn’t just medically understaffed. It’s woefully underequipped.
4. P017 Late Night Caf, Codex, G 500w
As much as it pains him now to think of Rex, Cody still remembers waking from surgery on Anaxes to find him hunched in the chair next to him, elbows on his knees, head cradled in his hands.
5. P014 Sidestep, Waxer/Boil, G 350w
Expecting concessions or even common sense from a droid is like asking the rain to reconsider.
6. P011 Who, me?, Waxer/Boil, G 100w
“I said—” Waxer raised his voice to protest Boil’s lack of attention. “Someone’s eaten all the warra nuts out of the snack mix again.”
7. (P004) The Air of Another Planet, Waxer/Boil, G 2Kw
There’d been no time to strap in before Boil jettisoned the escape pod. Now, with reentry fast approaching, Boil’s laser-focused on one thing: getting Waxer tethered to a seat.
8. (P003) It's oh, so quiet, Waxer/Boil, G 300w
The last fifty meters were the steepest, an unpaved road that curved up to the old watchtower.
9. WIP, Kix & Rex, De-Aging AU
Kix woke from stasis gripped by the same decades-old dread as the day they iced him. It was happening. Or about to. Or already too late.
10. WIP, Fives Lives AU (this "first line" got a bit long sry)
It was an old trope, repeated in popular holos since Old Republic times—if you needed to disappear on Coruscant, you did it in Galactic City's teeming, crime-ridden underground, where a misdemeanor like identity theft hardly merited attention. The less entertaining reality was that you could just as easily disappear topside among Coruscant's skyscrapers and flickering lights, as one of the billions of low-level government employees that it took to run a planet-sized bureaucracy.
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