#first sentence game

[desertfangs]

Armand/Daniel! Opening line: "I am not jealous."

This one definitely got away from me and is longer than intended. Oops! Thank you for the prompt!!

“I am not jealous.” Armand folded his arms over his chest, his lips pushed into a petulant little pout. 

Daniel had to work not to laugh at how seriously he’d taken the accusation. He’d been joking, of course. The idea that his vampire stalker would be jealous of some guy he’d been flirting with in the bar was absurd. Not that it mattered. The guy made a quick exit when Armand had appeared behind them. He’d said simply, “Daniel,” in a tone that might have implied, to a casual observer, that he was a jealous boyfriend annoyed at finding his lover engaging in a flirty conversation with someone else, and the man had taken his leave.

Daniel had sighed, realizing he wasn’t getting laid any time soon, and watched the guy go. Shame. He had a nice ass. Then he’d turned to Armand and implied he was jealous, and now he was likely going to lose him, too, and end up spending the night alone.

A wave of horror ran through him at the realization that he didn’t want Armand to go. That he was relieved to see him. Much as he’d been hoping to take that guy home, it had been almost two weeks since Armand had appeared, and the longer stretches of time between interactions with the vampire made him nervous that maybe somehow he’d lost this game they were playing with the worst possible door prize: nothing at all. 

Armand’s gaze fell on him and Daniel remembered with sudden horror how easily he could hear his thoughts. He swallowed and then took a swig of the beer that was in front of him, generously purchased by the hot guy he’d almost gotten back to his hotel room, with his taught muscles and strong hands. Daniel had pictured all of the things he wanted that man to do to him. He looked across the bar and saw he’d joined a couple in their booth. He wondered if they knew him or if he was merely seizing an opportunity. Maybe the three of them were going to have a very good night.

“I can get him back for you,” Armand said beside him.

Daniel jolted, pulse jumping. He turned to Armand, who’d dropped his arms and was now watching the man and his new companions with a predatory glint in his eye. Did Armand want to kill the man? What would that look like? He could picture the man in Armand’s arms as easily as his own, only it would be a different kind of swoon, a different ending. Heat shot through him down to his groin. 

Armand wore a collared shirt that was too tight against his arms, doubtless stolen from someone he’d killed. He had muscles, too, clearly defined. He was strong, not just from immortality but from whatever mortal life he’d lived. And his hands were pale and dotted with glittering rings. Daniel could imagine those hands on his body, sliding up and down his torso. 

Armand’s predatory amber eyes shifted to him. Daniel’s breath hitched. These kinds of thoughts were liable to get him killed. And yet he couldn’t help wondering how it would feel to have Armand’s fangs in his neck, his lips on his skin...

“Do you want him?” Armand asked. 

Daniel swallowed uneasily again. He glanced back over at the man. And then at Armand, his auburn hair cropped short so it skimmed the tops of his pale ears and he looked slightly older, maybe even like he had a year or two on Daniel. Funny how he could alter his appearance and yet he was always one thing: fascinating. 

“No,” Daniel said. “What are you doing here?” 

Dumb question, of course. What was he ever doing but popping up to give Daniel a heart attack before vanishing again as Daniel ran, never staying in one place for more than couple of nights. He’d flown from Manila to Hawaii to Seattle, and then rented a car, which was brought him here, a bar in Idaho, where he’d felt lucky to encounter someone who was even into him. 

Armand had great timing.

“The real question is what you’re doing here,” Armand said. “Why this place?” 

Daniel shrugged. “A stop on the road. I figured I’d drive through Montana and then…” He stopped. Wasn’t the point of the game to elude Armand? Why he was about to give him his whole itinerary? 

“And this bar?” Armand asked.

“I don’t know, it seemed more relaxed, less…” Sporty. More likely to be a place gay men would hang out, unlike some of their bars he’d passed with raucous crowds and sports games on the television. This was place was more high end, or as high end as it got around here. And he hadn’t been wrong. 

Armand was watching him in that way he had, gaze penetrative, like he could see into his soul. Maybe he could. “You hoped to meet someone.” 

Daniel sighed. “Yeah, well, a guy has needs.” He took another swig of his beer. An amber ale, slightly hoppy with hints of barley and honey. 

“Such as?” Armand asked.

Daniel stared at him. He wasn’t seriously asking. He might be a vampire who was hundreds of years old but surely he’d known such things when he’d been mortal. “You know what I mean.” He pulled his cigarettes from his pocket and lit one, taking a deep drag until the smoke filled his lungs. He exhaled. Armand continued to look at him expectantly. 

“You know, needs. Don’t tell me I have to spell it out for you,” Daniel said. 

In his periphery, he saw the guy he’d been hoping to spend the night with slide out of the booth and head for the door, followed closely by the couple. The guy gave him a little shrug as he passed. Sorry, man, it seemed to say. The three of them left the bar in a group and disappointed washed over him. He licked his lips.

“He’d prefer to have you,“ Armand said, his voice low. “He likes your eyes. You do have unusually alluring violet eyes.” 

Daniel turned, heat flushing into his face. “Lucky me,” Daniel said sarcastically, tapping the ash off his cigarette. 

“I can bring him back.” 

Daniel snorted. “No thanks,” Daniel said. “Besides, then what you would do?” 

He was joking, like he’d been joking about the jealousy, but the look on Armand’s face was thoughtful, curious. It sent another jolt through Daniel, hot and electric. What would he do? Watch? Was it was another thing he wanted to learn about humanity, how they tumbled together in the sheets? 

And why the hell did he find that idea so enticing? The thought of those amber eyes on him as he moved with another, bodies entwined while the vampire studied them, made him shift uneasily on the bar stool, his hand shaking as he brought the cigarette back to his lips. He felt hot all over. He wanted to go back to his hotel room and take a cold, cold shower. 

Armand’s eyes were still trained on him and he could almost feel him in his mind, reading his thoughts. “Is that something you’d be interested in? To see how mortals do it?” Daniel asked, trying to sound derisive, as if obviously it couldn’t be true. Surely it was beneath him. 

“I would find it educational,” Armand said. 

Daniel flushed harder. Educational! He had to make it sound as clinical and weird as possible and yet the thought of it made Daniel’s groin strain against his jeans. What the hell was wrong with him? This vampire was chasing him around the world and might decide to kill him for his own amusement and yet the thought of having him in the bedroom while he stripped naked and another man touched him was exhilarating! He wanted that. A lot. Maybe they could even skip the middleman. He could strip off Armand’s clothes and see just how muscular he was beneath it all. 

Armand took the cigarette from his shaking hand and brought it to his own lips, which looked soft and capable of all kinds of things. He took a drag and handed it back to him before leaning close to whisper in his ear, breath surprisingly hot against his skin. “See, I have no reason to be jealous.” 

Armand slid off the stool. Daniel faltered. “Where are you going?” 

“To get your friend back,” Armand said. 

Daniel wasn’t sure if he was serious or not, but he quickly ordered a double shot of whiskey and downed it one go. Just in case. 

#armand #daniel molloy #armand/daniel #the chase years #this is also hornier than i intended: the daniel molloy story #devil's minion #devil's minion era #the devil's minion #vc fanfic #first sentence game #vampire chronicles #vc #a/d #daniel/armand #my fic #ficlet

[wincestation]

First Sentence Tag War

doing things a little different this time...

after being tagged on MANY last sentence tag war posts, I thought I'd change it up a bit, so I present a new game!

Rules: Post the FIRST sentence of a wip you haven't published yet - could be a oneshot or a new chapter of a longer story, but the sentence has to be the first one of the fic/chapter!

Here's mine, from @dazedconfused-stonedamused bday present fic:

“This isn’t funny,” Wednesday growled.

“This is fucking hilarious,” Tyler retorted the moment he could stop laughing, only pausing to gulp some air before he burst into another fit of laughter, clutching his sides this time.

Tagging: @ourdramaqueen @ladyadelinergrey @suchaladyy @therulerofallpotatos @itshype @nonamemanga @onlyangelxo @realmermaid333 @witchysith @badmoodbatflowers

#first sentence game #first sentence tag game #my writing #wyler fanfiction #wednesday x tyler #weyler #wyler

[melestasflight]

tagged by @welcomingdisaster to share the first lines of my last ten posted fics and see if there is a pattern. thanks for the summons, Lena!

1. One Thousand Days: Uldor has spent one thousand days carefully observing the Lord of Himring. 2. One That Returns From the Dead: Annael takes one last look at his basket, making sure he has everything he needs: more juniper and mugwort for burning as it seems to put his patient at ease, steeped yarrow to relax the muscles in the intestine, and oil from the buds of winter roses for the scarring. 3. Fëanorian Crab Soup: The Elves of Middle-earth and certainly many among their mortal allies will recognize the Fëanorian Crab Soup as a renowned delicacy to be paralleled only perhaps by the tragic dishes prepared for every single Nolofinwëan King.  4. still hope may seem bright: Idril stands at the edge of a rocky outcropping whose body has half-sunken into the water and stares into the Great Sea. 5. winter there was cold: As they descended the mountains, the barren plains of Oiomúrë stretched open before them. 6. filled with wonder and delight: It had always been thus, that poetry was the language of their hearts. 7. I shall break my heart: Serindë’s body has long been resting in the gardens of Lorién, and the hands that once wove things of marvel are cold as stone, yet much of her warmth, of the craft she thought into being, lives on through her son. 8. there was now no returning: Maglor stared at the torpid form of the stranger Fingon had delivered on eagle’s back.  9. call upon her name out of the shadows: After more than eighty years under the Sun, Aredhel finds herself returned to Gondolin.  10. love would lead me: Lalwen did not expect the matter with the eagle egg to become such a serious affair, certainly not something that prompted the involvement of the Valar

Seems like I like to situate my main characters in space and time. Description and action-driven, kind of pensive.

no pressure tagging @eilinelsghost @sallysavestheday @searchingforserendipity25 to share your own. I always need inspo for opening sentences

#first sentence game #this was fun

[vividthembo]

First Sentence Tag Game

Tagged by @starlight-vld! Thank you!!

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

I haven't written many stories but I'm just happy to be here <3

(also I'm going from oldest to newest)

"Underage" - Ghost Hunt, a LinxMai oneshot for a friend

Cinnamon eyes blinked, staring blankly through their reflection in the shop window.

2. "Sweet Dreams" - Ghost Hunt, NaruxMai a rewrite of my first fanfiction

He stared at the footpath.

3. "The Memory Remains" - Ghost Hunt, NaruxMai, a rewrite of the continuation of Sweet Dreams

Naru woke to the sound of screaming.

3a. Original version: The third-year president of Ryokuryou High School's student council stood at five foot, ten inches, with hair the colour of charcoal and deceptively jovial brown eyes that hid behind steel-rimmed glasses.

4. working title: "holding out (for a shirt)" - VLD, Sheith

The material was soft as Shiro parsed it between his fingertips.

If you want to do this & having been tagged yet, I officially tag you! Otherwise, @belldandy-goddessofthepresent, @goldentruth813, @shesailsships, @an-aphorism, @stardropdream, @levyscripts <3

#fiction #first sentence game #tag you're it #tag game #vld #sheith #ghost hunt #mairu #naru x mai #lin x mai #oh & none of my fics are sfw sorry

[meetinginsamarra]

First sentence game

Thanks for tagging me @khorazir

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

1. Oyster and Mushroom Soup - Sherlock lets himself fall down on the sofa with a bone-deep sigh. 

2. Learn My Scars - I'm lying on the ground of this stupid posh restaurant and I can only stare into John's livid eyes, only a hand's breadth away from my own. 

3. Sherlock’s Secret Laboratory Journal - “I love you, honeysuckle.”

4. The 13th Book - Carefully, the sorcerer let the Hellhound´s Blood drip into the reheating concoction.

5. Gravity is missing from everything - People were jostling him around, bumping into his hips and brushing roughly against his shoulders.

6. Until the final breath escapes - Sherlock waited eagerly for John to return from his shopping trip to Tesco's.

7. The embers still glow when I’m sober - When Sherlock woke up the morning after he actually felt good.

8. Winning a lost bet - Sherlock and John had been together as a couple for quite some time now.

9. Mutual Attraction - Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade of the Homicide Division of New Scotland Yard had experienced a really bad day so far.

10. The toe that didn’t belong - It was one of those Friday evenings when seemingly everyone went out visiting parties, having dates or rather having anything involving fun (and some decent amount of alcohol by the way) to celebrate the upcoming weekend.

I don’t know who’s already been tagged so I invite all of you to join.

#first sentence game #tag game #my Sherlock fanfics

[yourenotdonefighting]

First Sentence Game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

1. Noah knows that faraway look. He's seen it hundreds of times over the last 18 years. from Carry Me Home (Stydia, 1.5K words, post-6x10 fluff)

2. Lydia is used to nightmares. She's been having them for years, and who could blame her? from Just Say You Won't Let Go (Stydia, 18K words, angsty with an eventual happy ending)

3. "You sure about this?" Steve asks tentatively. from Who's Going to Tell Them? (Romanogers, 14K, WIP, slow burn, fluff, angst, companion piece to Step Into the Light.)

4. Lydia reaches into the depths of her purse, feeling around for the spearmint candy she knows lives at the bottom. from Stars In Slow Motion (Stydia, 1.5K, post-6a fluff)

5. "See you in a minute." Those five words played in Steve’s head; stuck on a permanent loop that he couldn’t turn off no matter how hard he tried. from When a Minute Lasts Forever (Romanogers, 3.2K, so much angst)

6. Natasha came to suddenly, blinking several times as her eyes adjusted to the dark. from Far Too Young to Die (Romanogers, 4.5K, Natasha being a baddie. Steve saving the day.)

7. Natasha glanced around the platform at her team, her family – or rather, what was left of it – and drew in a deep breath. from Step Into the Light (Romanogers, 38K, slowish burn, fluffy, angsty, happy ending)

8. Felicity could hear Oliver calling her name, but she didn't stop, and she most certainly didn't look back. from Is it My Fault? (We've Been Missing Each Other) (Olicity, 9K, slow burn, team arrow saves the hero)

9. For the third time that week Felicity shot straight up in bed in a panicked, cold sweat. from Lay Your Weary Head to Rest (Olicity, 1.5K, angsty, comfort) 10. Just shy of thirty-six hours after leaving Slade Wilson behind at the ARGUS detention facility on Lian Yu, Oliver finds himself back outside of Felicity's apartment building. from You're in my veins (and I cannot get you out) (Olicity, 3K, mild angst, comfort, fluff)

Can y'all tell I love to write angst? Revisiting some of my older stuff was fun! :) Tagging @whitedahlia13 because she's the only writer I know here. lol.

#first sentence game #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #ao3 stuff #stydia #romanogers #olicity #dean x jo #teen wolf #arrow #the avengers #supernatural #fan fiction #writer things

[starlightvld]

First Sentence Tag Game

Tagged by @johaerys-writes - thanks so much!

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

I'm not quite up to ten, yet, so I'm going to post a WIP as well. It's even for a new fandom.

1. In Sunshine and in Shadow (Voltron - sheith)

His footsteps beat out a measured rhythm to the hum and rattle from the wheels of the container he pushed down the dimly lit tunnel.

2. Truth Beyond Reckoning (Voltron - sheith)

Keith Kogane has loved Takashi Shirogane in some form or another for almost half his life.

3. Formalities (Voltron - sheith)

The worst part about saving the Universe wasn't the trauma or the renown.

4. Second Luckiest (Voltron - sheith)

"Sometimes, I just want to leave it all behind."

5. Research & Development (Voltron - sheith)

A file folder landed with a thud on Shiro's sleek glass and metal desk, the contents sliding out on impact and skewing his perfectly aligned stacks of paperwork.

6. Trading Pain for Panacea (Voltron - sheith)

Shiro understood pain.

7. The Fire Between Falling Stars (Voltron - sheith, NEW!!)

Keith easily parried his sparring partner, acutely aware of the row of disapproving eyes boring into his back.

8. Couch Surfing (COD MW2 - Soap/Ghost, COMING SOON!)

The safe house turned out to be more like a safe bunker.

__

Tagging @lucy-andreas, @ursae-minoris-world, @cinnamondjinn, @vividthembo, @bioplast-hero and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate. No pressure, though, and if you've already done it, feel free to tag me in your post or link to it in the comments. I'd love to see it!

Also, if you prefer I not tag you in these things, just drop a note in the comments or DM me. ❤️

#voltron #sheith #call of duty #cod mw2 #soapghost #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #fan fiction #fanfics #OG starlight #first sentence game

[candleshopmenace]

First Sentence Game

Tagged by @nylazor

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

1.) The first lesson that Katsuki learned was this: heroes never die. || wish for peace [prepare for war] | katsuki is born as a member of the todoroki family

2.) When Bakugou walks into class in the morning, the first thing he does after sitting down at his desk is look Shouta in the eye and say, deadly serious, “Today is going to be the worst fucking day of my entire life.” || listen to silence [it has so much to say] | eraserhead has to help bakugou, who has been hit with a chatterbox quirk that forces him to say all his thoughts out loud

3.) When Katsuki wakes up, the first thing he wants to do is go back to sleep. His entire body feels achy in a way that reminds him of what Auntie Inko called growing pains, and his head hurts, and when he opens his eyes he has to close them again because the lights are too bright. || don't say a word | eight-year-old bakugou katsuki doesn't know why everyone seems to think that his home life is really that bad

4.) About half of his students are gathered in the common room, in various stages of dress - Iida, for some inexplicable reason, is in full uniform, while Kaminari is wearing nothing but Pikachu slippers and lightning-bolt-patterned pajama bottoms. || baby steps. | eraserhead has to take care of four-year-old bakugou katsuki while trying to unravel a mystery that threatens to tear down everything he has built

5.) “You’re kidding me.” || the things that hide you | ashido sees too much of herself in seven-year-old bakugou katsuki

6.) "I'm bored." || that saved a wretch like me | six-year-old bakugou katsuki is nothing at all like present mic expected

7.) When Present Mic asks him to watch Bakugou for the afternoon - something about having to help out a fellow hero or something of that vein - all that Shouto can think of to say is, “You’re aware that I’m sick, right?” || they will guard thee from harm | todoroki is asked to babysit five-year-old bakugou katsuki, nothing goes right

8.) “No.” Shouta is acutely aware of the fact that it's not exactly common practice to refuse a direct order from one’s boss. But that doesn’t change his answer. “His parents don’t need to be contacted about this, sir.” || and the cradle will fall | eraserhead meets four-year-old bakugou katsuki for the first time

9.) When Aizawa-sensei announces a training exercise, then proceeds to tell them that they won’t even be allowed to choose their own teams - some bullshit about having to be able to work with people that they’re unfamiliar with - Katsuki isn’t quite stupid enough to think that it could ever possibly end well. || fight fire with fire [make the flame grow] | after kamino, bakugou is deathly afraid of fire quirks; because the universe hates him, he is paired up with todoroki in a training exercise

10.) Time drips by like syrup from a bottle, sickly sweet and languid. || moritūrī tē salūtant. | the league of villains fakes bakugou's death, then proceeds to use any means necessary to convince him to join their side

@ihavenomoralsss @shouta-aizawow @yeeterboi420 @bakugou-klancey-lance @dollsmyname @vexfulfolly @catlliecal

#first sentence game

[divinemissem13]

For the fic ask game: “She hesitated, wanting more time to find the right way to say it.”

She stared into her empty cup, as if the coffee dregs might guide her like tea leaves.

They didn’t.

She looked back to his usually patient eyes and found doubt and concern creeping in around the edges. His mind was surely concocting something worse than it really was.

Better to just spit it out before his imagination got the better of him.

“The USS Voyager is launching early - tomorrow, in fact - and I’m going to be on it.”

#first sentence game #ficlet #star trek voyager #i wrote this

[desertfangs]

Lestat/Daniel

"I had a dream last night, Daniel, and you just so happened to be in it," Lestat said.

This went to a predictably naughty place. I'm thinking about continuing this but I'd need to do so on AO3 with an explicit tag. If that's something anyone would like to see, let me know. Otherwise, I'm sure your imaginations are as good as Daniel's. ;)

“I had a dream last night, Daniel, and you just so happened to be in it,” Lestat said. 

Daniel opened one eye. Lestat was kneeling on the bed beside him in the place where Armand usually slept. He wore jeans and a t-shirt and his blond hair was flying loose around his tanned face. His blue-gray eyes looked down at him in a penetrating, intense way that made Daniel flush. He closed his eye and pressed his face deeper into the pillow. 

“Oh yeah, and what were we doing in this dream of yours?” 

Lestat grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” 

Daniel shifted onto his back and glared up at him. “You’re the one who woke me up to give me this breaking news.” 

Daniel was held under by the sun longer than most of the others, with the exception of Louis, and he’d awoken to an empty bed, promptly drifting back into a mortal sleep when he did. Sometimes he liked to sleep an extra hour, particularly in Armand’s bed. He always bought the softest sheets. 

He sat up, the sheet falling from his chest, realizing as he did that he wasn’t wearing anything at all. Some nights he put on pajamas but last night he and Armand had… opted not to. He ran his fingers nervously through his ashen hair. 

Lestat gave an appreciative look to his bare chest. “I don’t know if I should say. It was quite… risqué.” 

Daniel rolled his eyes. Lestat was perched on the bed and Daniel was naked under a sheet. He could handle whatever Lestat dreamt about. “Try me.” 

Lestat’s eyebrows flew up. He leaned close so that Daniel could feel his breath on his neck and smell the spiciness of his cologne. “Is that an invitation?” 

Daniel swallowed, heat rising in his neck and cheeks. He hadn’t fed yet so there wasn’t much blood in him but even still the thought of Lestat’s fangs in his neck made him want to grab Lestat and wrestle him down against the mattress. Instead, Daniel pushed him back out of his personal bubble. 

“Just tell me.” 

Lestat beamed. “Well, were driving across the country. Your maker was there insisting we find a different car and then the tire blew out. So you had to fix it. You were the only one who knew how.” 

Daniel stared him. “Fascinating. You know Armand can change a tire. Can’t you?” 

Lestat waved a hand, signaling that it was unimportant. “The tire couldn’t be fixed so we found an abandoned farmhouse to stay at during the day. You insisted we needed to clean up, so you pulled me into the shower with you.” Lestat trailed a finger down Daniel’s chin, light and gentle, leaving a trail across his face. “The things I did to you against the tile.” 

Heat shot through Daniel and his mouth went dry. Lestat wasn’t even giving details but he could picture it well enough: his hands soaping up Lestat’s taught, tan body, Lestat pushing him against the cool tile as the water ran over them, Lestat’s lips on his throat. He thought of the oversized shower in the bathroom only feet away and all the things they could do in there. 

Lestat leaned back and then climbed off the bed, backing up as if he was going to head for the door. “Well, I just thought you should know.” 

Daniel threw a pillow at him. “You’re an asshole.” 

“Quite a thing to say when I just shared something so personal.” Lestat caught the pillow and set it neatly on the bed, which was more aggravating than just throwing it back. 

Daniel rolled his eyes again. Lestat headed for the door. “Where are you going? Aren’t Armand and Louis out at the opera?” That had been their plan, anyhow, which was why Daniel had opted to stay in bed for a bit. 

“As you may recall, I am the esteemed leader of our kind and I have business to attend to,” Lestat said, squaring his shoulders and looking down his nose at Daniel in the haughtiest manner he could manage. It might have been more chiding if it wasn’t so damn sexy. 

“Really, what business?” Daniel asked, scratching at his chin where his stubble used to grow. 

Lestat glared harder, folding his arms over his chest. “I’m sure there’s business. I just need to get back into my email. And call Marius.” 

Daniel snorted. Armand had taught Lestat how to keep his internet accounts secure by using obscenely long passwords. He’d done the same for Daniel when he’d moved back into Trinity Gate, making him change everything so a long string of nonsense. But Lestat had missed the lesson on how to use the password keeper, and thus was always getting locked out of his email. 

Daniel picked up his phone from the nightstand. “Tell you what. I’ll call Marius right now and tell him you’re taking the night off.”

Lestat’s face dropped. “You wouldn’t.” 

The truth was, Lestat had been blowing off work and ignoring Marius’ calls for the past three nights. Daniel knew because Marius kept calling and texting him instead, demanding he put Lestat on the phone. Lestat managed to mysteriously disappear whenever that happened.  

“Hey, I’m just trying to help out a friend.” Daniel smiled. “You’ve been working too hard. I should let him know you need a night to yourself.” 

Lestat pounced. Daniel didn’t expect it, but he should have. Living with Armand should have taught him better.

Lestat was on top of him in seconds, reaching for the phone. Daniel tried to keep it out of his reach but Lestat was fast and strong and soon he was straddling Daniel and pinning him to the mattress, the weight him hard and heavy. His fingers closed around Daniel’s and the phone and he plucked it out of his grasp. He held it aloft victoriously, laughing. 

Lestat shook with laughter on top of him and Daniel became keenly aware of how naked he was and how there was only a sheet between them. Lestat either heard his thoughts or realized the same thing because that winning grin of his spread across his face. He tossed Daniel’s phone behind him and it made a thunk when it landed somewhere on the carpet. 

Lestat’s fingers danced on the sheet over Daniel’s abdomen. His breath hitched. His cheeks burned. “I thought your maker bought everyone those designer pajamas from Italy.”

“Will you get off me?” Daniel demanded, trying to sound annoyed instead of desperate to have him to do the opposite. 

Lestat leaned down close to his face and stroked his cheek. Daniel sucked in a breath his dead lungs didn’t need. “I certainly could.” He bent down closer and put his lips right up to Daniel’s lips, so close he could feel them there, but stopped short of touching them to Daniel’s. A whine escaped Daniel’s lips, unbidden, and Lestat smiled, the movement brushing against him. 

Lestat’s tongue slid into his mouth, warm and tentative. Daniel kissed him back desperately, hands digging into his hair to pull him closer. Fangs nicked his tongue and electricity exploded in Daniel’s mouth, his vision going white as the little droplets of blood shot through him. When Lestat pulled back, he was panting and Daniel’s chest heaved as his dead heart pounded, veins tight with a lack of blood. 

Daniel threaded his fingers deeper in Lestat’s hair and pulled him back down, kissing him again. His tongue moved against Lestat’s with ferocious need. Lestat made a noise that was low and primal, his fingernails digging into Daniel’s shoulder until they pierced his skin. The pain jolted him, heightening the pleasure of their mouths moving together.

When they broke apart again, Lestat leaned back, a wicked gleam in his eye as he looked down at Daniel. “It just occurred to me that since we have the house to ourselves, you can make my dream come true.” 

Just occurred to him. Right.

Daniel smirked. “You want me to teach you how to change a flat tire?”

Lestat laughed. “Much as I’ve love to see you greasy and sweating with the effort, I think we can make better use of the shower, non?” 

Daniel’s pulse raced and he nodded. 

Lestat beamed. He climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Daniel hesitated for a only moment, trying to calm his excitement, before he got up and followed him in. 

#oh boy they get to a dirty place so fast #daniel is always thinking about it and lestat is such a shameless flirt #I love them so much your honor #thank you so much for the prompt! #lestat de lioncourt #daniel molloy #lestat/daniel #my favorite vampire fuckbuddies #vc #first sentence game #vampire chronicles #my fic #vc fanfic #consider this my Smutty Sunday entry for the day #smutty sunday

[bertytravelsfar]

First Sentence(s) Game

Thank you for the tags @khorazir and @discordantwords - you’re both delicious!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Only Yesterday   On nights like these John walks.

This Time    Sherlock spots him immediately - new jacket, barely touched tea, has been running his hands through his recently trimmed hair.

Camels, Straws and Backs   "Sherlock!" John is usually very aware of Mrs H living below them - it must be hard for her, and he and Sherlock should really be paying her a lot more than they are for the kind of crap that they put her through on a weekly basis.

Love Like Ours   He’d already been on his way to the tube station when he realised he’d forgotten his blind date’s number. Molly had written it on a torn off corner of a lab chart for him, so John had trudged all the way back and been upstairs looking through the pockets of his other jeans when he heard them come in.

The Gag Gift Recurrence    John Watson is too old for Valentines - he's a grown man, for goodness sake -  a doctor, and a war veteran. The bathroom scales tell him he should not have chocolates, he has no need for overpriced roses and he's never, ever seen a heart-laden greetings card that hasn't made him feel either faintly nauseous or horribly patronised. 

The Happily Ever After Hypothesis     John? Where are you? SH

Smiling to himself, John wonders when exasperation and sporadic, demanding text messages became what love means to him.

If There Were Any Time For A Miracle        "Sherlock?" John pops his head around the bedroom door and finds the madman half-dressed and investigating the silvering on the back of his (probably) antique mirror with a manicure set. The strangest thing about this is that John doesn't find it strange at all. Not anymore.

Chances Are      At first it’s blinding light and a wall of pressure, like being lifted and shoved aside by a massive, invisible hand. In an instant the heat registers: suffocating, rolling and fierce, it scrubs at his flesh and roars in his ears with a stabbing pain that doesn’t recede

.Dunk Drialing    “The think… thinking…  thing … is…”

Sherlock pulls the phone away from his ear and checks the name on the caller ID again. No, no mistake. He would not have picked up the call if it hadn’t been for John’s name – he prefers to text.

“John? Are you alright?”

“Wha? Oh, yeah, yeah, I’m good thanks.” There’s a short pause. “How are you?”

The House on Rue des Boulangers    “I could have sworn it was on here,” Mme Hudson mutters for the third time. She peers at the offending collection of keys in the light from John’s phone and tuts.

Lots of people already tagged, so I’m tagging anyone who wants to play who hasn’t already - PLEASE come and show us what you’ve got.

#first sentence game #my fic

[glygriffe]

First Sentence Game

I got tagged by @rauko-creates Thanks for including me in the fun! All my work here is Supernatural flavored.

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Who's Lost Now (A Dean-centric crossover WIP between Supernatural and Doctor Who) Dean looked at the address and then at the surrounding townhouses. He was at the right place.

Saving Grace (A crossover between Dark Angel and Supernatural where Alec meets Bobby Signer) Alec was fed up with Max's crap. Ok, he was not a model employee at Jam Poney, but being a bike messenger sucked.

If I Could Do it Again (Angsty one-shot about Jody's family life) Jody Mills was a no non-sense kind of person with a lot of empathy. This combination of character traits made her a good sheriff and a great mom.

To Love and to Hold (Fluffy one-shot with TFW set in the bunker) “Look what I found just outside the bunker!” Sam could hear the smile in Cas' voice.

Pillow Talk (Family feels set in season 8) Sam switched the light off coming out of the washroom and saw his brother going into an empty chamber at the end of the corridor. He smiled, shook his head a little, and started in the same direction as Dean instead of going back to his own room.

Shades of Villains (Supernatural Drabble) Nothing annoyed Alastair more than to be compared to Azazel. The prince of Hell was a fanatic.

The Mahaha Hunt (Weechesters on a hunt gone bad) In the Colorado mountains, it was cold in winter, but rarely that cold. The Winchesters had the worst luck, as usual, and it happened that John was tracking a rogue Mahaha, with his boys in tow, in the most atrocious weather this county had registered since 1985.

Taking Care of Me (Sick ficlet involving Soulless!Sam) Dean is seeing double and sweating like a soon-to-be slaughtered pig. He feels like one, too.

This Old House (Young Dean being the man of the house) I don’t like the house Dad found for us to settle in. It's old, it creaks all the time at night and it’s drafty.

Happy Freaking Birthday (Stanford Era Dean) Dean got back in his car and closed the door with a sigh. That poltergeist was a nasty son of a bitch.

Tagging a few people. Play or nay.

@spnexploration @bobwess @deanwinchesterswitch @posingasme @thoughtslikeaminefield @verobatto @darynidia @amemipiacitu

#tag game #first sentence game #supernatural fanfic

[lisbeth-kk]

First sentence game

Thank you for the tag @totallysilvergirl

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most resent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway.

It's no surprise to John how most people perceive Sherlock. All the different fragments https://archiveofourown.org/works/45538123

John’s text arrives at noon on a Sunday. Greg frowns, then sighs. A feverish need https://archiveofourown.org/works/45392920

London was freezing this evening. Just after dinner, Lestrade called, and minutes later, he and John were on their way to the crime scene. Cold as ice https://archiveofourown.org/works/45342715

Mycroft and Greg’s on their way to pick up John and Sherlock. Show your love to the world https://archiveofourown.org/works/45314029

When Sherlock was away to destroy Moriarty’s network, he had to throw a gun into this river. It was either that, or get caught, and that was never an option, because his next mission was to get back home. To John. Respite in Bohemia https://archiveofourown.org/works/45245650

Sherlock got a text from Molly regarding some promising fingers for an experiment. He was about to put on his scarf when John came down from his room. What was he wearing? What's gained compared to what's lost https://archiveofourown.org/works/45116488

It’s nearly 4 am before Sherlock drifts off to sleep. The plan had been presented to him by Molly in a very simple way, he thinks. Hope is sweet https://archiveofourown.org/works/45026464

John, the most common name in the English language, and yet John Watson is the first John he’s ever met. When the ordinary becomes extraordinary https://archiveofourown.org/works/44966593

Staring into the flames from the comfortable chair, John muses over the differences but also similarities between the sexes. A complete human https://archiveofourown.org/works/44917213

When John comes home from a particularly exhausting shift at the clinic, an elderly couple are seated on the sofa at 221B. A time for us https://archiveofourown.org/works/44852053

Tagging @khorazir @phoenix27884 @jbaillier @ohlooktheresabee @holmesianlove @thelazyecrivain2 @the-toad-in-your-piano @the-reading-lemon @momma2boys @peanitbear

#first sentence game #share your work

[discordantwords]

first sentence game

Thank you so much for the tag @saki101!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

The frigid night air clings to Mary's coat, wafting off of her like perfume. Nothing to Celebrate

There is a knot of anxiety forming in the pit of John's stomach. Whirlwind

The enormous room is overwarm and overcrowded, Christmas music blaring from a speaker somewhere just out of sight. Again

"I just don't think we're right for each other." Missing the (Fixed) Point

The water is warm and insistent, pressing in on all sides. Treading Water

The day of the funeral, John asks to see the body. EXECUTE

Molly was three minutes and forty-two seconds late. Borrowed Ghosts

Exactly one year and four days after Sherlock Holmes flung himself from the top of Barts Hospital, John Watson buys himself a good bottle of scotch and a train ticket. Forever Turning Corners

There was a slushy grey mess in the road, and traffic moved slowly. White Knight

There was a cottage in Sussex Downs. A Quiet Life

I'll tag @viridiandecisions @arwamachine @allthelovelybitsandpieces @insistentbass @khorazir @raina-at @calaisreno @bertytravelsfar @bakerstmel @totallysilvergirl and anyone else who sees this and would like to participate!

#sherlock #first sentence game #my fics

[elveny]

Writer's Game: First Sentences

I got tagged by @pikapeppa - thank you so much!! ♥

Tagging forth to @autumnslance, @kunstpause, @captainderyn, @greyias @thevikingwoman @karoiseka @kauriart @kepesktribe @traveleorzea @keldae @storyknitter @elfyourmother @dandelionofthanatos and all who want to grab it - as usual, no pressure at all!

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

I really enjoy this one and am so looking forward to yours! :D

(Looking at my pairings and fandom, I am somewhat single-minded, lol. I haven't included the last short prompts I wrote, but if you're interested in those, check them here :D )

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Nor Death Do Us Part (soon-to-be published) (WoL x Estinien, FFXIV)

The air was thick and humid, throbbing with the rhythm of the music.

2. In A Mirror, Darkly (WIP) (WoL x Estinien x Aymeric, FFXIV)

FROM THE CHRONICLES OF UL’DAH, RECORDED IN THE HALL OF HISTORY The line of Ul ended with the death of Sultana Nanamo Ul Namo at the hands of the traitorous Scions of the Seventh Dawn during the victory banquet held to celebrate the success of the Defence of Ishgard against the Dravanian Horde.

3. The Count's Seduction (WoL x Estinien x Artoirel, E-rated, FFXIV)

Adriene had long lost track of time as she lay on the couch in Artoirel’s office, her thoughts idling away to nothing in the low flickering of the candles.

4. The Grove (G-rated, DnD)

“Ilyana? Ilyana!” The voice booms across the clearing, and Ilyana looks up, shocked to see that midday has already darkened into early evening. She is all arms and legs, bony elbows and skimmed knees, huge eyes in a round face that is somewhat too earnest for a four-year-old.

5. Cursed (M-rated, FFXIV)

You have been cursed. You don’t know when or why, but somewhere along the line, someone decided you had a job to do and nothing would get you out of it. Not even death.

6. The Siren's Claim (WoL x Estinien, M-rated, FFXIV)

Estinien never knew that the ocean could be so loud.

7. Thus with a kiss, I- (WoL/Azem x Lahabrea, M-rated, FFXIV)

First (almost, once upon a time) “Azem, a moment, if you will.”

8. Dear Hades (WoL x Emet-Selch, T-rated, FFXIV)

Dear Hades. I have lost track of how long I have been here at the edge of the universe.

9. The Snowstorm (WoL x Estinien, E-rated, FFXIV)

Loud banging on the front door shook Adriene out of her cosy sleepiness.

10. Courtesy (WoL x Estinien, E-rated, FFXIV)

Adriene shuddered visibly, throwing her arms around herself as she accompanied Estinien through the Jeweled Crozier.

#elveny writes #first sentence game #tag game #ffxiv

[blogstandbygo]

First sentence tag

Thank you @totallysilvergirl for tagging me!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

“You know I hate these dressing-up cases,” John grumbled as he adjusted his tie. - Velvet, Fluffbruary 2023

I am older than any man’s memory, older than written language. - Furie

“Look at that, Mrs Hudson.” - A Fine and Private Place

“Get a grip, Watson.” - Waiting in the Wings

“What a superlative case, Watson!” - Future Thinking

Sherlock wasn’t sure which started first: love, or his awareness of the nightmares. - The Dream Drinker

John awoke to the unusual sound of thumping from upstairs. - En Pointe

When Sherlock was four years old, Mummy took him to his first music lesson. - Nestled Between Head and Heart

“Are you sure, Sherlock?” - Winter to Spring

John slammed the front door of the flat with a bit more force than he intended. - Meet Me in the Red Room

This was fun! I invite @hubblegleeflower, @missdaviswrites, @pipmer, @pippn-frodo, @shirleycarlton, @otter-von-bismarck, @weneedtotalkaboutfic, @englandwouldfalljohn, @iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant, @calaisreno to join in the fun, as well as anyone else who wants to play!

#first sentence game