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smithensy  asked:

Prouvaire/Combeferre, good morning kiss?

OK, this is a bit rough, maybe?  But I was more tired than I thought.  O_o;;;

If anyone else wants to play… here’s the meme!


“You never came to bed last night.”

Jehan smiled down into his tea.  “Neither did you.”

Combeferre laughed as he moved to pour himself a cup of coffee, stopping only long enough to drop a kiss onto Jehan’s lips as he went past.  “Touché.”

Silence fell as each gave their chosen caffeine time to do its work.  Eventually Combeferre roused himself enough to ask, “So what kept you from sleep?”

“The sunset spoke to me so profoundly last night that I just had to see if sunrise would do the same.”  Jehan put his mug down on the table, then reached out a hand.  When Combeferre obligingly reached his out in return, Jehan claimed it just long enough to press a soft kiss to the knuckles before lowering it and beginning a gentle massage of muscles that Combeferre had not realized until that moment had grown so tight.  Jehan’s smile this time was more of a smirk.  “Were I Grantaire, I would surely be making copious innuendos by now about why your hands are so tense after a night spent lying awake and alone in bed.”  At Combeferre’s spluttered protest, Jehan shook his head.  “But, I know you better.  No doubt your hands are so tense because you were yelling at strangers on the Internet.”

Combeferre felt his cheeks warm and dropped Jehan’s gaze after a mere moment with a mumbled, “Political blog forum on global warming.”  Another soft kiss landed on Combeferre’s knuckles for that moment of truth.  Combeferre cleared his throat and as he looked up, Jehan’s gaze rose to meet his.  “I have the late shift at the hospital today.”

Jehan’s grip tightened and his earlier smirk returned.  “I don’t have anywhere to be until my storytelling group meeting at the Musain later tonight.”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Why don’t we find out?”

Jehan beat Combeferre to their bedroom by a nose… and two minutes later, both were sound asleep.

Watching Your Back (3,366 words) – Written for gingayellow – Read on [AO3] [ff.net]

Thanks to reflexes that wouldn’t quit, Kim caught the Yellow Ranger as she stumbled; thrown off balance when the Tyrannodrone she’d been about to punch disappeared. A quick nod of thanks was all Kim got in return. She remembered well enough that need to keep silent around non-combatants during a battle if one could help it; that fear of being discovered by someone who knew you. Even this was familiar. The shine of yellow body armor under her hands as she helped the Yellow Ranger to her feet. The sight of the white glove against her palm as they shook hands. The gleam of the white teeth around the dark visor of the helmet daring her to look closer, straining to see the deep, dark eyes that would lay beneath.

It was everything.

It was nothing.

This wasn’t Trini.

September 17, 2016:  It was SUCH a pleasure to get to write for these two, again. ^_^ Power Rangers is a fandom that I never quite leave completely, even when I wander a way for a while, and these two hold a special place in my heart. I’m so glad that you requested them and I hope that this lives up to your expectations!

Alpha read by my good friend @dirtyinfluences​ and beta'ed by my amazing beta, @bifilthatonthatseson​. Any and all mistakes that are left are purely my own. ^_^

Fandom: Mighty Morphin Power RangersPower Rangers Dino Thunder
Rating:
Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships:
Kimberly Hart/Trini Kwan
Characters:
Kimberly Hart, Trini Kwan
Additional Tags:
Pining, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Separations, Childhood Friends, Protectiveness, Reunions, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Melancholy
Collections: PR Femslash Ficathon 2016

kingesstropolis  asked:

Sorry you're in grading hell, but maybe #2 (kiss on the forehead) for Courfeyrac and Enjolras as a pleasant distraction?

*coughs*  I’m… not certain this was what you had in mind. But I’m also pretty sure you won’t mind that this is where that request went.  ;D


Enjolras eased the door open, wincing at the soft creak emitted by hinges that had been old already when his mother was young.  Still, nothing stirred in the dark of the room behind the door; there was no indication that the soft creak had been heard beyond Enjolras’ adrenaline-boosted ears.  Enjolras pushed the door open further, his rapidly pounding heart drowning out the sound of the next soft creak.

Once the door was open wide enough, Enjolras slipped through, shutting it behind him.  There were three beds in this room, but—thank whoever was looking out for them—only one was occupied.  One here… and one in what passed for their ICU.  Enjolras had spent most of the day there, giving up his seat just minutes ago to Prouvaire.  He was needed elsewhere, Prouvaire had said.  He was needed here.

Padding quietly across the floor, Enjolras reached out a hand to feel for the chair he knew would be beside the occupied bed—Combeferre had been camped out in this one all day.  Joly had chased Combeferre out of it at roughly the same time that Prouvaire had chased Enjolras from the one at Grantaire’s bedside.  They’d passed each other in the hall, but Combeferre had stared straight ahead as he walked, not acknowledging anyone.  That, more than even Prouvaire’s words of warning, had clued Enjolras in to exactly how hard a decision he was facing.

Two years.

Settling into the chair, Enjolras reached out a hand to brush sweat-soaked curls back from the forehead to which they clung.  Two years, and they finally had Courfeyrac back… but at what cost?  He had been damned near catatonic, unable even to communicate, when they’d retrieved him.  It could take years to fix the damage that had been done to him while he was gone… years that they didn’t have.  Prouvaire was right.  Enjolras had a hard choice to make.  Give Courfeyrac the time, the space, and the support to truly heal… or take away two years of his life.

As Courfeyrac began to whimper and twitch below him, rising finally from the drug-induced slumber he’d been in all day, Enjolras made his choice.  Leaning over, Enjolras pressed a gentle kiss to Courfeyrac’s sweat-dampened forehead.  Take away two years of Courfeyrac’s life—two years which really had already been lost—or risk losing him completely.  That was no choice at all.

Are you kidding me?

Everything I touch has turned to angst this week.  O_o;;;  I started this with the intent of it being a fluffy thing about how Elder Poptarts got his nickname… and it became this:

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The doctors threw around words like leukemia and remission rates and bone marrow transplants as though they should have some meaning.  To Cynthia, however, they had none.  The words meant nothing because they couldn’t tell her the one thing she most desperately needed to know – why her daughter was sick.  Why was Heavenly Father punishing their family?  The doctors couldn’t answer her, couldn’t give her a reason for any of it, couldn’t even give her reassurances that her daughter would get well or tell her what *she* could do to make it happen.

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Would You Lie With Me? (4100 words) — Read on [AO3] [ff.net]

Enjolras jerked upright in bed, shared panic throwing him into full wakefulness in ways that nothing else ever could.  He’d answered the phone still mostly asleep, not even taking note of the number before lifting it to his ear and yawning hello.  But now?  Enjolras was awake.  Swallowing hard, endless scenarios spinning through his head, each more gruesome than the last, he said, “Feuilly.  I need you to tell me what happened.  Small words.  Small sentences.  Breathe.  Can you do that?”

March 8, 2015: Written for an angst meme on tumblr for ravenclawfeuilly’s prompt: enjolras and feuilly, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” …better late than never?  ^_^  And, uh…maybe this makes up for the last one?  With all the character death?  OF WHICH THERE IS NONE, HERE.  -.-;;;

Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables (2012)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Les Amis de l’ABC Friendship, Enjolras & Feuilly, Feuilly/happiness, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Enjolras (Les Misérables), Feuilly (Les Misérables), Les Amis de l’ABC
Additional Tags: Background Relationships, Minor Joly/Bossuet Laigle/Musichetta, Veterinarian Joly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Car Accidents, Amputation, Kittens, Platonic Relationships, Ambiguous Relationships, mutual admiration society, Prompt Fic, Tumblr Prompt, Joly is Cool in a Crisis
Series: Part 4 of Tumblr Prompt Meme

OMG. Verstehen1, what did you do?

Glitch.

Accident.

Poorly written code.

Mistake.

That’s all he’d ever been.  That’s all he would ever be.  He’d never race with the others, never show off his skills… never have a home, never have a friend.  Stiles just wasn’t made that way.

He’d adjusted over time, learned to make his own way in the game, learned to occupy himself.  He’d even built a home… of sorts.  Sure it was dangerous and there was the threat of getting burned alive by exploding bits of molten candy, and sure the walls were drafty and there were really only two and a half of them and the ceiling was barely stable… but it was home.  It was all the home he had – all the home a glitch deserved.  Still… he couldn’t help but wonder sometimes, what it would be like to have something more.

Replacing the Poetic With the Real – Chapter 3

Word count: 13125
Rating:
Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Angst with a Happy Ending, Comfort/Angst, Panic Attacks, Sexual Content, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Minor Joly/Bossuet Laigle/Musichetta, Pining, Aromantic Asexual Character, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Grantaire’s voice rang out from the other side of the Musain.  “Well, is that so?  You have a tattoo, Enjolras?  Want to share with the rest of the class?  Just a little casual disrobing amongst friends?”

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August 8, 2014: And that’s a wrap, both to Courferre week, and this fic. ^_^ I just made it. *cheers* And now I have to get ready for a night out. *salutes* ‘Night everyone! ;D

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again, written for sweaterferre for the Courferre Fic Exchange, 2014 – Read on [AO3] [ff.net]

Leaning over, Grantaire placed a soft kiss against Combeferre’s temple. “Come on. Talk to me.” When Combeferre still said nothing, Grantaire gave him a little shake. “You’ve been sitting on this couch marathoning every movie, television show, and bootlegged musical that Michel de Courfeyrac has been in for the past ten years and you’ve watched the Phantom movie far more times than can possibly be healthy for such a short span of time. You only do that when you’re upset.” He gave Combeferre another shake. “Talk to me.”

Combeferre frowned and said, “Michel Courfeyrac. He dropped the ‘de’ as soon as he hit his majority in a protest against his parents’ aristocratic decadence and elitism.”

Grantaire snorted out a laugh. “OK, the fact that you both know that and that you said it with a straight face is more than a little pathetic. We have got to get you out of this apartment.”

December 22, 2014: Written as a combination of the prompts “1. internet friends? i’m too much of a sucker for this one.” and “3. celebrity au,” I’ll be the first to admit that this got away from me a little. And even so, I feel like I probably could have written another 10K if I’d had the time. *sheepish grin* I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Combeferre/Courfeyrac, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Combeferre (Les Misérables), Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Grantaire (Les Misérables), Enjolras (Les Misérables)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Celebrity Crush, Online Friendship, Twitter, Musicals, Awkward First Times, Social Anxiety, Childhood Friends, Minor Enjolras/Grantaire, Prior Combeferre/Éponine Thénardier, Minor Cosette Fauchelevent/Eponine Thenardier, Combeferre & Grantaire Friendship, Enjolras & Courfeyrac Friendship, Sexual Content, Loneliness

thecoffeetragedy  asked:

ahh if you're still taking more prompts - Courfeyrac and Feuilly (obv), ♠ - one character adjusting the other's jewelry/neck tie/ etc.?

I was having a rotten day (still am), so I thought maybe tackling one of these might put me in a better mood?

Anyway, this ficlet lives in the future of my Fais de Beaux Rêves series.  You don’t need to have read it to understand what’s going on, you just need to know this: Feuilly has a foster sister (Tania), who he is still close to and he and (an aro/ace) Courfeyrac have a lovely little queerplatonic relationship going on.  Enjoy?  ^_^

Feuilly reached up to pull at his bow tie.  He was pretty sure that the knot was supposed to be at the base of his throat, but given what a difficult time he was having swallowing around it, it felt like it was in his throat, instead.  He’d never worn a bow tie before, couldn’t have imagined a circumstance in his life that would have required it, but here he was.  In a bow tie.  And a tux.  With a chapel full of people just outside the doors and absolutely *certain* that he was going to royally fuck up.

Just as Feuilly was reaching up to pull on the bowtie, yet again, another’s hand reached out and covered his own before gently pulling it away.  A soft “tsk, tsk” noise came from somewhere over his right shoulder.  A moment later that other hand returned with its twin and reached up to loosen the bow tie just enough so that Feuilly could breathe, then proceeded to smooth the lay of his shirt and the lapels of his coat.

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thecoffeetragedy  asked:

if you're still doing them - Feuilly, 16?

I absolutely am!  ^_^  If anyone else wants to send me a character and a number… [x]

(Also I seem to struggle with headcanon’ing, so I’m just going to fic.  OK?  OK.  ^_^)

For ravenclawfeuilly:

Feuilly: Confusion

“But… why are you here?"  Feuilly struggled to push himself upright, only stopping when a harsh cough interrupted his efforts.  He let himself drop back onto his pillows, his hand lifting to cover his mouth and his body curling futilely inward in an attempt to keep the cough from jarring already sore muscles.

Courfeyrac winced, reached out to smooth a gentle hand down Feuilly’s back.  “You weren’t at the meeting and you said you’d be there.  Enjolras was worried.”  He frowned.  “And it looks like he was right to be.”

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A Dream Deferred (10585 words)Read on [AO3] [ff.net]

Little Orphan Annie goes home with Daddy Warbucks. Every time. That was the fairy tale, the dream of every orphan. Though Feuilly had stopped believing in fairy tales, had given up on the dream, long ago… that didn’t stop him from wishing for his own brand of happily ever after.

January 22, 2015: RIGHT. So, a few weeks back, I saw the new Annie movie and fell a bit in love. And as my muse is wont to do these days, everything I love gets related back to Les Mis. I walked out of that movie and all I could think about was what Feuilly’s reaction to this movie would be. And that got all tangled up in my Aro/Ace Courfeyrac/Feuilly universe from Fais de Beaux Rêves. I never intended for this to end up as long as it did, but somehow this ended up all tangled up in Feuilly’s backstory on top of that. I’d apologize, but… I’m not sorry? ^_~

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Platonic Relationship - Relationship, Courfeyrac & Feuilly, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Feuilly (Les Misérables), Courfeyrac (Les Misérables)
Additional Tags: Background Enjolras/Grantaire - Freeform, Platonic Male/Male Relationships, Friendship/Love, Friendship, Unrequited Love, Original Character(s), Foster Care, Child Neglect, Past Child Abuse, Background Les Amis de l'ABC, Minor Character(s), combeferre - Freeform, Enjolras - Freeform, Fantine - Freeform, Mentions of Racism, Mentions of Gun Violence, Asexual Relationship, Aromantic Asexual Character
Series: Part 2 of Fais de Beaux Rêves

A New Day Dawning: Feeling the Light (3624 words) by Renee-chan
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Crutchie/Jack Kelly
Characters: Jack Kelly, Crutchie
Additional Tags: First Time, Schmoop, Hotel Sex, Drawing, Slow and Sweet, Friendship/Love, Best Friends, friends acting like fairy godmothers
Series: Part 2 of A New Day Dawning

Summary:  There was something about that pose – and the blissful smile that hadn’t left Crutchie’s face even in sleep – that made Jack’s hand itch for a piece of charcoal.

(Note: This story is intended as a sequel/epilogue to A New Day Dawning, but I believe it can be read/understood as a one-shot.)

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kingesstropolis  asked:

For the nonsexual intimacy meme: Jehan and Grantaire ♥:Reacting to the other one crying about something :)

Oops.  Sorry, @kingesstropolis​, this ran away with me a little.  ;D

If anyone else wants to send prompts, feel free!


Jehan paused in the hallway, poised to open the door to his room.  That noise…  Turning away from his own door, he edged down the hall towards Grantaire’s.  As he edged closer, the sound of someone softly sobbing became unmistakable.  He hesitated, torn between the need to help and the need to leave Grantaire his privacy, but in the end, he knocked quietly on the door.

The sounds of crying immediately ceased.

Not to be put off by Grantaire playing turtle, Jehan knocked again.  “R… I know you’re in there.  I can hear you.  Is everything all right?”

A creak of bedsprings then, and a quickly muffled curse.  Jehan waited, heart in his throat, for Grantaire’s answer.  Grantaire’s voice, when it finally came, was thick with those tears that had stopped so precipitously upon Jehan’s knock.  “I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fi—“

A rise in pitch now, a hint of frantic desperation around the edges.  “Really, Jehan, I’m fine.  Just… it’s nothing, OK?”

Not one to be deterred, especially when he hadn’t been asked to leave, Jehan squared his shoulders.  “I’m coming in, R.  If you don’t want me there, now’s the time to get up and lock the door.”  When a count of twenty had passed with no sounds of movement from inside Grantaire’s room, Jehan slowly pushed open the door.  The sight that met his eyes was… not the one which had been expected.

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No Man Is An Island (12,881 words) – Chapter 4/?

“Enjolras worries. You know that better than any of us. So, I think you understand full well that my agreeing to this had less to do with a concern for your state of health and more to do with a concern for his state of mind.” When Combeferre slowly nodded, Joly smiled again. “Good. Then we can move on past this and get to the crux of it. Jehan would never press you—that’s a line he won’t cross—and Enjolras wouldn’t know how.” He looked up. “But I do, and I will.”

The smile slipped from Joly’s face then and he leaned forward, locking Combeferre’s gaze with his own. In that look was a culmination of a thousand late nights on emergency shifts together. In that frown was scores of shared breakdowns over lives lost in spite of heroic efforts. In the bags under narrowed eyes were the hundreds of large coffees bought for each other in lieu of proper meals. Joly understood him in ways that no one else in their group ever would, and Combeferre couldn’t answer that understanding with anything less than full honesty.

September 29, 2016: Sometimes, it takes the prerequisite amount of angst to get my writing juices going. Sometimes it takes a desperate need to escape certain nonsense going on in my own life. Sometimes it takes a glorious turn in the weather that brings about the kind of storms that once inspired this story. Sometimes it takes all three. Either way, I’m writing again, and I couldn’t be happier. Here’s hoping I can keep it going! ^_^

Special thanks to @bifilthatonthatseson for the beta-read!  ^_^  Any remaining mistakes are purely my own.

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Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types
Rating:
Not Rated
Warnings:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships:
Combeferre/Courfeyrac
Characters:
Combeferre (Les Misérables), Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Enjolras (Les Misérables), Feuilly (Les Misérables), Les Amis de l'ABC
Additional Tags:
Courferre Week, Enjolras & Combeferre - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Folklore, Fantasy, Beach House, Islands, Lost Love, Elemental Magic, Melancholy, Returning Home, Broken Families, Rating May Change

A Very Merry Unbirthday (2684 words) — Read on [AO3] [ff.net]

Enjolras had known Feuilly for almost a year, now, and not once in all that time had he mentioned a birthday. Whether that was because he didn’t enjoy celebrating it, or because he wasn’t used to people wanting to, or for some other reason, entirely, Enjolras couldn’t even begin to guess, but he’d decided that one way or another, Feuilly was going to have a birthday celebration… whether he knew it or not.

March 23, 2015: So, hipsterfeuilly​ and fizzygingr​ made a Cuddle Fic Meme and with all the angst I’ve been indulging in lately, it seemed like a nice change of pace to get the writing juices going again. ^_^ Ve asked for “Enjolras and Feuilly, number 1?” which was “Your hands look cold, let me hold them.” I took a bit of liberty with the wording, but the meaning is the same. ^_^ So… how about a little autumn festival friendship fun and cuddling that could be read as pre-slash if one wanted to but was mostly meant as platonic? ^_^

Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Enjolras & Feuilly, Enjolras/Feuilly, (It Could Be Read Either Way)
Characters: Enjolras (Les Misérables), Feuilly (Les Misérables)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friendship, Fluff, Birthday, Autumn, Presents, Platonic Cuddling, Cold Weather, Huddling For Warmth, Picnics, Friendship/Love, Caring
Series: Part 5 of Tumblr Prompt Meme

anonymous asked:

Jehan and Combeferre, ♥️

WOW, this ended up longer than I intended.  Sorry.  Ran away from me a little.  ^_^  Anyway, this ending up slotting perfectly into the No Man Is An Island ‘verse, but I’m pretty sure you can read it without knowing anything about the other story.  All you need to know is that Jehan and Combeferre went to medical school together and were roommates.  Which… you probably didn’t need me to tell you.  ^_^

Anyway, I have one more prompt to do, but I have class in two hours and some work that I should at least TRY to get done before then, then I have rehearsal tonight, so maybe I’ll get to the other sometime later or tomorrow?  Sorry for the delay!

And if anyone else wants to send prompts, feel free!


♥: Reacting to the other one crying about something

Long days were par for the course in medical school.  They often began before dawn and ended long after the sun had gone down for the night.  In between, students moved from lecture to lecture, from exam room to exam room, from building to building, with hardly a chance to even look at the sun in between.  It was no mean feat to suffer from seasonal affective disorder even at the height of summer, but most of Jehan’s classmates were managing it.  The long hours took their toll on him, as well, but Jehan had always thrived on adversity, and so he thrived here, too—a nightblooming flower.  But even nightblooming flowers had to sleep sometime.

Jehan had had the first shift tonight, from 8 to 2 AM and he was long past ready to crawl into bed and sleep like the dead.  He was also long past ready to be done with medical school and internships and residencies and who knew what else.  He was tired of looking in the mirror and seeing darkened bruises where his lower eyelids should have been.  He was ready to be done with all of it, and settled into a comfortable practice somewhere where he could set his own hours.

More than anything, though, he was ready to be done with this—the first thing he had noticed upon walking into the apartment he shared with Combeferre was that the lights were off.  Usually when Combeferre had an earlier shift than he did, he would leave a light on somewhere in the apartment for him.  The only times that he didn’t were if he’d hidden himself away in his bedroom before the sun went down and hadn’t emerged since.  So, either he’d gotten so wrapped up in studying that he’d lost track of the time, or…

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LIST THE FIRST LINES OF YOUR LAST TEN STORIES. SEE IF YOU FIND ANY PATTERNS.

Tagged by @zoinomiko​ about a week ago, but this was the first time I had a chance to actually sit down and do it.  ^_^  Using the 10 most recent things I posted to AO3 because a lot of my current WiPs are actually really old. O_o;;;

(As for tagging…  Uh… who do I know who writes?  @kingesstropolis, @takethewatch, @thecoffeetragedy, @kiyala, oh my gosh I’m brain dead, and can’t think of anyone else. O_o;;;  So, if any of my writerly friends whom I’ve forgotten (SO MANY) care to jump on board and do it, feel free.  ^_^)

  1. Combeferre lay in bed, one ear tuned to the sounds of the waves outside. (No Man Is An Island, Les Miserables – technically there are sound effects first, but this is the first real sentence.)
  2. Feuilly woke to the smell of blood, the bitter tang of it cloying at the back of his throat. (Je me Souviendrai, Les Miserables)
  3. “So, my friend…” Bossuet smiled as he clapped a hand on Courfeyrac’s shoulder before sitting down beside him. “What are we doing for your birthday this year?” (It’s My Party, Les Miserables)
  4. It was a perfect night for stargazing – cool, clear, not an artificial light for miles. (A Very Merry Unbirthday, Les Miserables)
  5. “Oh, G-d. Oh G-d, oh G-d, oh G-d. I don’t think he’s breathing. Enjolras, I don’t think he’s breathing! Oh, G-d, what do I do? What do I do?? I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Please don’t die. Please, please, please.”  (Would You Lie With Me?, Les Miserables – yes, I know that’s not one sentence, but the first sentence doesn’t make sense on its own. :P)
  6. ~If the barricade falls, retreat and regroup at Combeferre’s.~ (I Have Come To Sleep With You, Les Miserables)
  7. Grantaire didn’t believe in luck. (Feels Like Flying, Les Miserables)
  8. “You’ve been awfully quiet.” (A Dream Deferred, Les Miserables)
  9. The Bishop was dead. (Dawn and Dusk and Forever In Between, Ladyhawke)
  10. Jamie was at the water, again.  (A Selkie’s Laugh, The Secret of Roan Inish)

As for patterns… I’m not sure?  Half seem to be short sentences.  The other half seem to be two-part sentences – a short sentence with some poetic description after (i.e., 1, 2, and 4) or dialogue.  About half of them start with a proper name, and for those that do, it’s usually the main character.  I’m sure I could find more if I really looked or took a wider sample, but I’m still running on exhaustion atm, so maybe another time.  One thing I can say, though, is that a very large percent of the time, the first thing that comes into my head when I start a new story IS that first line and it generally remains unchanged as I go through.  And it sets the tone for the entire rest of the story.

That was actually kind of useful though.  I’ve felt so out of touch with my writing recently and this was a nice way to look back and start thinking about it again.  ^_^  Out of curiosity, if anyone’s around and interested, what kind of stuff do you usually associate with my writing?

schreberpants replied to your post “1 and 7?”

Like how I just did all of them? HAHAHA. Do the “first fanfic you ever wrote” one.

Fandom questions: [x]

I assume this is the one you mean? ^_~

3. Copy paste a line from the first smutty fanfic you wrote or fess up to a sexual fantasy you have about a character.

OH. MAN.  *laughs*  OK.  Hang on.  I have to go dig it up, because it’s from a Fushigi Yuugi fanfic I wrote and I still hadn’t reached the part of the rewrite that would have allowed me to post it, so it never saw the light of day.  It’s probably really bad…  -.-;;;

D:  I CAN’T FIND IT.  Oh no.  Did I lose it to a hard drive crash?  I WILL LEGIT CRY.

Well… damn it.  I can’t find it.  I’ll have to check the old laptop and all my backup drives.  *sigh*  TO BE CONTINUED.

In the meantime… here’s a line from the SECOND smutty fanfic I ever wrote, Give Up All Desires:

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Follow You, Follow Me — Chapter 16

Bracing his head in his hands, Grantaire folded down onto the couch, leaned into Jehan when Jehan joined him there a moment later. He said, simply, “Jehan… I’m in trouble.”

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August 22, 2014: I’m tempted to just drop this here and say “posted without comment” for sheer embarrassment… but yeah, since when have you ever known me not to have something to say? ^_~ Obviously finishing this story is going far slower than I ever intended it to go when I started posting it as a WiP. For those of you keeping up on my life, you know that this summer has not been the relaxing space I thought it was going to be. It’s been exactly the opposite, actually. I’ve had this chapter sitting half-finished on my hard drive for over a month and just couldn’t de-stress enough to even go near finishing it. I’m sorry for that, especially considering what a cliffhanger I apparently left it at. I did my best not to do that again with this chapter so, if it was another three or four months between updates (which it very well may be), at least it won’t be so bad? But I absolutely promise you, no matter how long it takes, I AM GOING TO FINISH THIS STORY. So… yeah. For those of you who have left encouraging words or come to find me on tumblr, I appreciate it. To those of you who have read and enjoyed the smaller stories I’ve been posting in between getting up the energy to finish this chapter, I appreciate that, too. Hopefully you’ll all find the wait worth it. ^_^

Thanks for staying with me!