AO3 First Lines Tag Game
Thank you very much for the tag, @musewrangler!!!
Okay, for my part, I’m going to only count the fics I have published on AO3, because if I try to cross reference my published works with the writing dates of my WIPs, my brain might just fry.
Like you, @musewrangler, I’m going to put ten of my stories, and I’m going to go from most recent to oldest.
Benjamin Solo and the Shadow of Death
Fandom: Star Wars
Ships: Reylo and Gingerrose, background Phastaka
Setting: Grantchester/1950s AU
(Since James Runcie technically wrote the first two sentences, I’ll put in the third and fourth sentences)
Canon Benjamin “Ben” Solo had never intended to become a detective.
It was something he fell into on account of a very irritating childhood friend’s part.
It was a pleasant spring day in the university town of Chandrila at the parish of St Andrew and Mary, and he awoke to the sound of the birds singing cheerily and the sun shining brightly through the sun-bleached lace curtains, casting delicate shadows across his face.
Taking a deep breath, he let the morning’s serenity wash over him, as he had resolved to do, about twelve years ago, before his serenity was rudely interrupted by a sharp, rapid rapping at his door.
Eavesdropping
(Which I wrote for you, @musewrangler!!!)
Fandom: Star Wars
Ships: Venka/Colonel Ilaina Anders (@musewrangler’s OC)
Setting: @musewrangler’s Original Trilogy AU, Empire Reimagined
Vice Admiral Thomas Venka of the New Republic Navy had just come from the annual meeting of the New Republic military’s senior officers, and had decided to settle down in the Alliance Lounge, which most of the New Republic leadership, the Lady’s leadership, and those in their circle, favored, for a relaxing drink (which he believed he deserved, having to put up with Madine for an hour and a half) before dinner, after which would commence the regular meeting of the Stubborness Support Group at its regular table.
Ten Years Later
Fandom: House M.D.
Ships: OC / OC, mostly Gen
Setting: Post-Canon
(Since this was written in screenplay format, I’ll skip all the screen direction)
From behind, a tall, dark-haired man in a scarf, wool coat, and business clothes drives the vehicle, and autumnal trees and buildings pass by at an even rate as he pulls into a space in a parking lot.
He TURNS OFF the engine, picks up a leather messenger bag, his gold wedding ring catches the light as he opens the door, and he steps out into —
5 Times Athena Noticed Something About Bobby and Didn’t Tell Him + One of the Many Times She Did
Fandom: 9-1-1
Ships: Bathena, Athena/Michael mentioned
Setting: Canon
It was a long and exhausting night for Sergeant Athena Grant, where everything just seemed to get on her nerves, and she was sitting at a peaceful intersection sipping her coffee, not really thinking about much, taking the q-word time while it lasted.
As she thought about nothing and everything, her mind wandered to her marital well-being.
Or rather, the lack thereof.
The Lion Sleeps Tonight
Fandom: 9-1-1
Ships: Gen
Setting: Canon
It was another long twenty-four hour shift for the 118, having started early evening the previous day, and it was currently just almost one in the afternoon—the beginning of the home stretch for the exhausted firefighters.
In the loft, Hen, Buck, Chim, and Eddie were collapsed on the couch and surrounding chairs doing nothing, too tired to move, but too wired to nap in the bunks, like Bobby and Ravi were doing.
The Rousing of the White Lady
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Ships: Farawyn
Setting: Post-Canon
It was many hours after dinner when Faramir, Steward of Gondor, Prince of Ithillien, left the confines of his office, and he was glad to do so—exhaustion was draping itself over his being, much like his wife’s starry mantle laid over her strong shoulders.
As he made his way through the grand hall of his home in Emyn Arnen, a figure lying on one of the couches near the dying hearth fire caught his eye.
A sigh slipped past his lips.
Èowyn had waited up for him.
Destination: Love
Fandom: Star Wars
Ships: Gingerrose, background Reylo
Setting: Modern Aviation AU
It was a calm day at John F. Kennedy International Airport, and aboard Skywalker Airlines’ nonstop Airbus A380 service to Hanoi, First Officer Rose Tico was going over the pre-flight checklists with her Captain, Ben Solo.
She had exchanged flights with fellow First Officer Jessika Pava, because there was a Tico family reunion at the Tico Compound which was in a quiet area just outside of Hanoi, in a suburb called Hays Minor.
She'd been Second Officer on very many, many A380 flights, and First Officer on many other occasions, which was good for her, since this was the last flight to Hanoi by her airline before the start of the reunion.
Does That Make Me Crazy? (Possibly.)
Fandom: The Suicide Squad/DC Extended Universe
Ships: Quinnflag
Setting: Rick Flag Lives!Post-Canon AU, part 7 of my “The Harlequin and the Colonel” series
Harley knew she had been a coward when she ran from Rick that evening after the Schmidt Mission.
But it was the only thing she felt she could have done, because that kiss…
She couldn’t avoid it anymore; she was in love with her best friend, and she couldn’t bear it if he said that it meant nothing, so she said it herself, not allowing Rick to get a word in edgewise.
She Drives Me Crazy (and I can’t help myself)
Fandom: The Suicide Squad/DC Extended Universe
Ships: Quinnflag
Setting: Rick Flag Lives!Post-Canon AU, part 6 of my “The Harlequin and the Colonel” series
Rick pinched the bridge of his nose, restraining the petulant sigh that wanted to escape his mouth, knowing that letting it out would just aggravate Waller, who on a normal day was challenging enough to deal with, aggravated Waller being ten times worse.
“Why does it have to be the Squad that handles this again? Why can’t The Company do it?”
“Because,” she replied, with a long-suffering tone, “as I said earlier, they suspect a mole on the inside, and they want this bastard nailed to the wall already. So they discreetly passed their request to me.”
Salud
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Ships: None, Rafael Barba and Rita Calhoun friendship
Setting: Canon
Rafael was just settling down to a nice steak dinner, nursing a very nice top of the line scotch he had been pleasantly surprised to find on the top shelf of the restaurant he was trying for the first time, a joint called Forlini’s.
He ate slowly, careful of the wide bruise around his neck from Cain yanking the belt, when a familiar shadow fell across him.
“Was that really necessary, Rafael?” Rita asked, briefcase clutched in one hand, hip cocked against the bar counter.
No pressure tagging: @welsharcher, @girl-among-mts, @justhereforfandomandfriends, @sheena-is-a-punk-rocker, @gerdavonrinnlingen, @celestialsmessy1, @webtrinsic1122, and @farfarawaygirl
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