fic meme: last 21 first lines
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sienamysticAs seen everywhere. I had to go back aways because I'm not an especially prolific writer - the plot bunnies only hop past once every so often. And there are a lot of things I admire that I feel no need to write for, while some pairings just seem to generate more stories out of me. Style-wise, I don't know that I can interpret much about my own tendencies. I try to go for punchy, I guess? Like everybody else?
A little bit of commentary with each first line.
The man is a little package of tense, and the red-haired woman has...well, she has the same look on her face as River sometimes gets, right when she’s about to do something at her highest range of inexplicable.
From In Two Straight Line In Rain Or Shine, my Firefly/Avengers (Clint and Natasha) crossover.
She is a girl with many mothers and fathers.
From The Clutch of Circumstance, a "how they met" fic for Clint and Natasha (Avengers).
“You have GOT to be kidding me.”
From The Children's Hour, an Avengers "Clint and Natasha get turned into kids" story. Very much a family-focused type of thing, all warm fuzzies.
The dolls were talking again.
My Yuletide story This Puzzle The New World, in a setting built by the magnificent Sean Stewart over several books, and particularly attempting to evoke the same sort of thing he did in Mockingbird. Didn't use any of his characters, but it was an attempt to capture the feel of his works in a different city and during a different time period.
It may not have been the only reason, but it was a big one - after that blistering, burn-the-bridges fight smack in the middle of the apartment, nobody was feeling settled enough to take a job.
The Earth's Four Corners, a Sophie/Eliot/Tara fic (Leverage). God, I like writing this OT3. Pragmatic, badass, wounded-but-not-letting-it-slow-them-down characters who aren't all that fussed about their own dark streaks in their natures.
It takes her some time to notice, being as how she’s new to this “running for your life” thing.
My one and only Bourne Legacy fic, Understanding That You've Understood. I never really felt the urge to write Bourne fic, but something about the imperfect but occasionally just right Bourne Legacy got me to write one little bit. I like Marta, and her prickliness.
Natasha is vaguely suspicious that one of the reasons Clint said yes to his own quarters at Avengers Tower is because he got a good, long look at Tony’s garage.
Stickshifts and Safety Belts, a Clint/Natasha impromptu sex in the back of one of Tony's many cars. Because grease smears are sexy on certain guys.
She’d never say it, couldn’t imagine a universe where she’d ever say it, but recently his low-key cool is making her crazy.
From Looking For You (Or Anyone Like You), a Clint/Natasha first time fic. Because I love these two.
He knows. and It’s impossible to predict that bonding with your spy-assassin-teammate (who you had nearly smashed into a pulp in the very recent past) over Canadian children’s literature and glasses of wine would actually be a thing, but it turns out, it can be done.
From my pair of Bruce/Natasha stories, I Know My Place (But It Don't Know Me) and Sour by the Minute (But You're Sweeter By the Hour).
In 1997, Sophie is Sarah Desmarais, a half-French, half-English art historian residing in Chartes and available for tours of the cathedral for visiting busloads of visitors, as long as you reserve two weeks in advance.
Every Single Time It's Hit Or Miss, a Sophie/Tara Leverage fic.
Everyone thinks that it was Harry’s death that broke me, but I know how early the cracks had started to form.
Dresden Files story called Other Various Parts, a Karrin Murphy/Johnny Marcone story. Probably one of the few out there - it's not a popular pairing but it's dear to my heart.
It's not every girl who gets asked out on a date by a guy who recently rode a zombie dinosaur to stop a band of rogue necromancers from becoming gods on earth.
Questions of Chivalry, another Dresden Files book. Not one of my best fics, I don't think. It never really came together.
He’s died a thousand times.
Yuletide gave me the chance to return to my first fandom, Macgyver. Before I knew what fandom was or what fic was or what the internet was (because it didn't exist yet), my best friend and I were busily writing. Hurrah for old traditions. The story was called Come Too Far.
It was eleven o’clock on a night that was just starting to hint at the coming of fall, and Eliot was willing to bet that this lonely little motel somewhere in the ass-end of Kansas - or maybe he was actually in Colorado by this point, who the hell knew? - was just about the only outpost of civilization for fifty miles.
From I Act Out and You Act Tough, a Buffy/Leverage crossover featuring Faith/Eliot.
Outside it was a gorgeous, balmy blue-sky sort of afternoon, but I had no knowledge of this since I was in the vault, making sure the Pop Art had been sufficiently separated from the Op Art and that the Magrittes were safely put away after their trip to the National Gallery.
Ahaha, a self-insert story called Benefits Package, about me being the caretaker of Tony Stark's art collection and (of course) getting a quick session in with the boss. Pure crackfic, but a few people found it cute, which makes me happy.
She’s on the far side of the party, her hand delicately placed on the wrist of a man who claims to be a philanthropist, but who is actually responsible for falsifying records during the construction of a dam, an act that made him millions of dollars and wiped two villages in South America off the map.
After Clouds, Sun, an Eliot/Sophie Leverage fic.
Antoine is French.
A Lord Peter Wimsey fic called Waking a Drowsy Tiger, featuring Harriet/Antoine. I think it would have been beneficial for Harriet, frankly.
Harry Dresden’s information was, of course, in our files.
Files, a Harry Dresden story featuring Justine.
Sometimes Sophie wonders what it's like to be inside Nate's head.
Stinging Velvet, a kinky Sophie/Nate Leverage story.
If he's going to be the irresponsible father, she must perforce play responsible mother.
Coping, an Eliot/Sophie fic that I had the good sense not to bollocks up by making it too long. Just a little bit over drabble size, but it may be the best bunch of words that I've ever written about them, all in all.
A little bit of commentary with each first line.
The man is a little package of tense, and the red-haired woman has...well, she has the same look on her face as River sometimes gets, right when she’s about to do something at her highest range of inexplicable.
From In Two Straight Line In Rain Or Shine, my Firefly/Avengers (Clint and Natasha) crossover.
She is a girl with many mothers and fathers.
From The Clutch of Circumstance, a "how they met" fic for Clint and Natasha (Avengers).
“You have GOT to be kidding me.”
From The Children's Hour, an Avengers "Clint and Natasha get turned into kids" story. Very much a family-focused type of thing, all warm fuzzies.
The dolls were talking again.
My Yuletide story This Puzzle The New World, in a setting built by the magnificent Sean Stewart over several books, and particularly attempting to evoke the same sort of thing he did in Mockingbird. Didn't use any of his characters, but it was an attempt to capture the feel of his works in a different city and during a different time period.
It may not have been the only reason, but it was a big one - after that blistering, burn-the-bridges fight smack in the middle of the apartment, nobody was feeling settled enough to take a job.
The Earth's Four Corners, a Sophie/Eliot/Tara fic (Leverage). God, I like writing this OT3. Pragmatic, badass, wounded-but-not-letting-it-slow-them-down characters who aren't all that fussed about their own dark streaks in their natures.
It takes her some time to notice, being as how she’s new to this “running for your life” thing.
My one and only Bourne Legacy fic, Understanding That You've Understood. I never really felt the urge to write Bourne fic, but something about the imperfect but occasionally just right Bourne Legacy got me to write one little bit. I like Marta, and her prickliness.
Natasha is vaguely suspicious that one of the reasons Clint said yes to his own quarters at Avengers Tower is because he got a good, long look at Tony’s garage.
Stickshifts and Safety Belts, a Clint/Natasha impromptu sex in the back of one of Tony's many cars. Because grease smears are sexy on certain guys.
She’d never say it, couldn’t imagine a universe where she’d ever say it, but recently his low-key cool is making her crazy.
From Looking For You (Or Anyone Like You), a Clint/Natasha first time fic. Because I love these two.
He knows. and It’s impossible to predict that bonding with your spy-assassin-teammate (who you had nearly smashed into a pulp in the very recent past) over Canadian children’s literature and glasses of wine would actually be a thing, but it turns out, it can be done.
From my pair of Bruce/Natasha stories, I Know My Place (But It Don't Know Me) and Sour by the Minute (But You're Sweeter By the Hour).
In 1997, Sophie is Sarah Desmarais, a half-French, half-English art historian residing in Chartes and available for tours of the cathedral for visiting busloads of visitors, as long as you reserve two weeks in advance.
Every Single Time It's Hit Or Miss, a Sophie/Tara Leverage fic.
Everyone thinks that it was Harry’s death that broke me, but I know how early the cracks had started to form.
Dresden Files story called Other Various Parts, a Karrin Murphy/Johnny Marcone story. Probably one of the few out there - it's not a popular pairing but it's dear to my heart.
It's not every girl who gets asked out on a date by a guy who recently rode a zombie dinosaur to stop a band of rogue necromancers from becoming gods on earth.
Questions of Chivalry, another Dresden Files book. Not one of my best fics, I don't think. It never really came together.
He’s died a thousand times.
Yuletide gave me the chance to return to my first fandom, Macgyver. Before I knew what fandom was or what fic was or what the internet was (because it didn't exist yet), my best friend and I were busily writing. Hurrah for old traditions. The story was called Come Too Far.
It was eleven o’clock on a night that was just starting to hint at the coming of fall, and Eliot was willing to bet that this lonely little motel somewhere in the ass-end of Kansas - or maybe he was actually in Colorado by this point, who the hell knew? - was just about the only outpost of civilization for fifty miles.
From I Act Out and You Act Tough, a Buffy/Leverage crossover featuring Faith/Eliot.
Outside it was a gorgeous, balmy blue-sky sort of afternoon, but I had no knowledge of this since I was in the vault, making sure the Pop Art had been sufficiently separated from the Op Art and that the Magrittes were safely put away after their trip to the National Gallery.
Ahaha, a self-insert story called Benefits Package, about me being the caretaker of Tony Stark's art collection and (of course) getting a quick session in with the boss. Pure crackfic, but a few people found it cute, which makes me happy.
She’s on the far side of the party, her hand delicately placed on the wrist of a man who claims to be a philanthropist, but who is actually responsible for falsifying records during the construction of a dam, an act that made him millions of dollars and wiped two villages in South America off the map.
After Clouds, Sun, an Eliot/Sophie Leverage fic.
Antoine is French.
A Lord Peter Wimsey fic called Waking a Drowsy Tiger, featuring Harriet/Antoine. I think it would have been beneficial for Harriet, frankly.
Harry Dresden’s information was, of course, in our files.
Files, a Harry Dresden story featuring Justine.
Sometimes Sophie wonders what it's like to be inside Nate's head.
Stinging Velvet, a kinky Sophie/Nate Leverage story.
If he's going to be the irresponsible father, she must perforce play responsible mother.
Coping, an Eliot/Sophie fic that I had the good sense not to bollocks up by making it too long. Just a little bit over drabble size, but it may be the best bunch of words that I've ever written about them, all in all.
