got tagged by @sonofa-dreamer <3
(i don’t really have anyone to tag, seeing as everyone i would have tagged already did this. so if you’d like to join, you are hereby tagged.)
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people.
(this’ll be a wild mix….)
Wanderhome - The Firelight
Our story begins in a glen near Swampwood.
It is nearly dawn, and the Binturong is careful not to step on any of the animals still asleep. Little Firefly Green is keeping close as dragonflies soar about, having just woken.
Adam is late. He knows he is because Gansey called Boyd’s nearly twenty minutes ago. And a minute before that the phone had been silenced for the night so it was pure luck that Adam had decided to check Boyd’s office before closing up. He’s also late because he hit a pothole on his way to Gansey, scraping his hands and knees from the fall.
Ronan trying (and failing) to take things into his own hand(s)
The highway stretches out in front of them. Blue skies whichever window you decided to look out of and trees blocking the view of the fields. Ronan taps out a steady rhythm onto the dashboard. The radio is busted. Something Ronan hadn’t expected from his trusty BMW but his Murder Squash cassette only spits out tape spaghetti at the moment. He has a slight suspicion that Opal went poking about in the tape player with sticks again. He’ll have to give her a stern talking to when they get back.
For the Love of all that is Holy. Do Not tell me what the colours mean.
It’s not often that Wayne Munson goes to visit his friends in Indianapolis. He is a working man with a nocturnal rhythm and thus doesn’t have a lot of time for other people apart from his nephew. Even when he does have time, Wayne usually prefers sitting out on his porch smoking a cigarette or in front of the television with a beer in his hand.
Five times Jonny finds comfort in Tim…
The first time it happens is back when Tim doesn’t even like him. A gross understatement, really. Tim fucking hates him then.
He got mechanised just three months and twelve days ago (not that Jonny is counting or anything) and spends most of his time in the shooting range, obliterating anything and everything he sets his sight on; including visitors.
Let me touch your scars in a room full of people (haha jk, unless?)
Doc arrives late to the get-together (Grian had called it a party but really, the “parties” that Grian throws are just big get-togethers with alcohol and music playing in the background, usually complete with Mario Kart and Foosball). There’d still been work to do in the lab and Doc isn’t the type to leave work unfinished.
It’s not like you don’t know how you ended up sneaking around in a mansion of high society just because you heard you might find what you are desperately looking for. What you don’t know is when you started going on missions unarmed. You didn’t go on missions before you lived in The Neath and thus the answer is: never before have you gone on a mission unarmed. It wasn’t on purpose, really. You had a knife with you when you left your flat this morning and then lost it somewhere between the bar and the break-in.
[Interlude] Joe Hills: Friend of Cats and Clay
It’s nearly noon when Joe hears the front door unlock and slam closed. It is accompanied by boots thudding against the wall as if thrown and tell-tale muttering which means Cleo is fighting with the coat hangers again.
Chrissy Cunningham is not a brave girl. She stumbled into popularity by trying out for cheer, being pretty, and having a boyfriend on the basketball team. Being popular had certain rules which Chrissy never ever crossed out of fear of what might lie beyond them. Chrissy Cunningham is not a brave girl, she never has been. Starting today, that may change.
A Freak, a Queer, a Runner.
Eddie Munson is a runner. It’s common knowledge. He might be loud and mouthy but as soon as there is a threat of actual violence, he runs. Billy has been on the other side of Munson’s quick retreats a handful of times now. He never bothers trying to catch up to him. Not like Tommy H or Carver try every now and then. It makes them look stupid. While Munson isn’t particularly fast, he knows how to slip through a mass of people, disappear behind corners, and push abandoned backpacks into other people’s paths.
