more first line drabble:
The first fifteen drabbles are here.
My first lines are here.
Like the first fifteen, these are all exactly 100 words. Ratings, spoilers, and some warnings are noted.
-From a first line by meg_tdj, but doesn't meet her stipulations. Stargate: SG-1. Sam. NC-17. Femslash.
Sam's knees are close to buckling and she pants so hard she feels like her chest will explode as she makes her way through the dense forest that is Janet. Can't see the forest for the trees. Her own orgasm is impending, and she can't imagine any reasonable person being able to think at a time like this, but she never was reasonable, and she over-thinks, tasting every pore, licking her way through barriers and oaths, the aroma of penicillin and Hippocrates hot in her nostrils. "Janet," she moans, voice muffled by muff.
Somewhere above her, Janet sings her name.
-for meg_tdj. Farscape. Aeryn. Character death. Het. PG-13?
She'd heard it said (by John) that when one is about to die, one's life passes before one's eyes.
Nothing happened. If her life was going to pass before her, it was waiting for her brain to stop first, and that wouldn't happen, not if there was still a chance that she could save herself.
John was gone. She waited for the others for a quarter of an arn, far too long, but no one followed. She broke into a slow trot, not really surprised to feel a hand clench around her arm before she reached Moya.
Hope died first.
-for mylittleredgirl. Stargate SG-1. Daniel. Het. R.
Catherine returns a day early from her three-week survey and surprises him in the shower. It's not the first time he's been surprised by her: that was five years ago, on a muddy street in New York City. Nor the second time; that was when, after Ernest's funeral, she refused to cry. Nor the third, nor the fourth, nor the fifth, because Catherine imposed on his hospitality as if he owed her a life-debt (he does). And the sixth surprise was the first kiss. But Daniel is still shocked by her work-hardened hands on his wet thighs. He loves surprises.
-for azarsuerte. Stargate-SG-1. Daniel. OT4. R.
Daniel didn't want to wake up. Obviously, he was already awake. He sat up, checked his pulse. Not dead yet. The clock. Six o'clock. He turned his head, eyes closed. He didn't want to see them.
But curiosity won out, and there they were. Sam's arm flung wildly over Jack's chest, Jack's face scrunched against Teal'c's back, Teal'c's feet dangling off the edge of Jack's bed into a pile of discarded clothes and condoms.
Daniel didn't want to wake them, but it had to be done. They looked around blearily, unhooked their tangled appendages, and refused to say a word.
-for trkkr47. Buffy: the Vampire Slayer. Spuffy. Het NC-17. S6.
Slammed against the wall. Neck aching for his bite. Cunt tingling, breasts throbbing. Take me now. Hate. Hates wanting this, hates taking it, hates his hands curling through her hair, hates his hold over her. Hates vampires, hates killers.
Hates him. Hates herself.
Closed eyes, thinking about anything except him. Laughter keeps coming back. His laughter, his eyes, his devotion, his murderous glance, his fangs, his cock, his love.
His hatred.
Slamming him against the wall, forcing her fingers under his waistband, forcing her way into his heart, forcing her hatred into his head. Understand this.
This is not love.
-for teand. Stargate: SG-1. Jack. Slash. PG.
Well, this is new, Jack thought as consciousness returned.
"All right, Jack?" said the General with a smile.
"I did not just faint," said Jack. "Tell no one."
"It's not like I'm really in a position to be blackmailing you, Colonel."
"You just took me by surprise."
"I'm sorry."
"No, it's not bad, it's just... it's been awhile since anyone's been, uh, interested in me."
General Hammond took another step away from Jack, who was still prone from his bout with hyperventilation. Jack reached up, and Hammond took his hand, helped him to his feet.
They looked at each other.
-for alyse. Stargate: SG-1. Sam. Het. PG.
There's a little candy heart in her locker. There's only one boy in Sam's world, and he gave her a candy heart. She didn't eat it, just lets it sit in her locker. Sometimes she looks at it to see if it still says "Be Mine." Eventually the words fade, but she knows they are still true. He's older than she is. Seniors don't date eighth graders. But last Valentine's Day...
The day she is accepted into the Air Force Academy, she takes the heart out of her locker and crushes it till it is purple dust on her palm.
-For brighidestone. Angel. Fred. Het. R. S3.
Once, a very long time ago, a girl got dragged screaming into hell. She got better, though. She learned to stop screaming, to be mouselike and obedient. She learned to scream inside her head, rolling her eyes back like a madwoman and opening her mouth but not making a sound. She learned to make the voices in her head whisper, too, little creeping things, birds that had lost their voices.
One day, a man came, and he had dark fingers and brown eyes and he touched her, dragged fingers over pliant skin, and taught her how to scream again. Heaven.
-also for brighidestone. Farscape. Chiana. S2 AU. PG. Character death.
The room was all shades of grey and shadowed blue, streaked by the thin, washed-out light from the street outside. Zhaan's skin seemed to reflect on every surface, and the shadows deepened to grey where Chiana hid, as if her presence camouflaged the entire slanting attic room. Zhaan knelt and would not emerge from meditation until.
Chiana knew that there were tears somewhere, but she was too scared to weep, terrified into silence. She waited until they heard the knock on the door, until Aeryn entered, black hair and smooth skin, making the room brilliant black and white.
"All gone."
My first lines are here.
Like the first fifteen, these are all exactly 100 words. Ratings, spoilers, and some warnings are noted.
-From a first line by meg_tdj, but doesn't meet her stipulations. Stargate: SG-1. Sam. NC-17. Femslash.
Sam's knees are close to buckling and she pants so hard she feels like her chest will explode as she makes her way through the dense forest that is Janet. Can't see the forest for the trees. Her own orgasm is impending, and she can't imagine any reasonable person being able to think at a time like this, but she never was reasonable, and she over-thinks, tasting every pore, licking her way through barriers and oaths, the aroma of penicillin and Hippocrates hot in her nostrils. "Janet," she moans, voice muffled by muff.
Somewhere above her, Janet sings her name.
-for meg_tdj. Farscape. Aeryn. Character death. Het. PG-13?
She'd heard it said (by John) that when one is about to die, one's life passes before one's eyes.
Nothing happened. If her life was going to pass before her, it was waiting for her brain to stop first, and that wouldn't happen, not if there was still a chance that she could save herself.
John was gone. She waited for the others for a quarter of an arn, far too long, but no one followed. She broke into a slow trot, not really surprised to feel a hand clench around her arm before she reached Moya.
Hope died first.
-for mylittleredgirl. Stargate SG-1. Daniel. Het. R.
Catherine returns a day early from her three-week survey and surprises him in the shower. It's not the first time he's been surprised by her: that was five years ago, on a muddy street in New York City. Nor the second time; that was when, after Ernest's funeral, she refused to cry. Nor the third, nor the fourth, nor the fifth, because Catherine imposed on his hospitality as if he owed her a life-debt (he does). And the sixth surprise was the first kiss. But Daniel is still shocked by her work-hardened hands on his wet thighs. He loves surprises.
-for azarsuerte. Stargate-SG-1. Daniel. OT4. R.
Daniel didn't want to wake up. Obviously, he was already awake. He sat up, checked his pulse. Not dead yet. The clock. Six o'clock. He turned his head, eyes closed. He didn't want to see them.
But curiosity won out, and there they were. Sam's arm flung wildly over Jack's chest, Jack's face scrunched against Teal'c's back, Teal'c's feet dangling off the edge of Jack's bed into a pile of discarded clothes and condoms.
Daniel didn't want to wake them, but it had to be done. They looked around blearily, unhooked their tangled appendages, and refused to say a word.
-for trkkr47. Buffy: the Vampire Slayer. Spuffy. Het NC-17. S6.
Slammed against the wall. Neck aching for his bite. Cunt tingling, breasts throbbing. Take me now. Hate. Hates wanting this, hates taking it, hates his hands curling through her hair, hates his hold over her. Hates vampires, hates killers.
Hates him. Hates herself.
Closed eyes, thinking about anything except him. Laughter keeps coming back. His laughter, his eyes, his devotion, his murderous glance, his fangs, his cock, his love.
His hatred.
Slamming him against the wall, forcing her fingers under his waistband, forcing her way into his heart, forcing her hatred into his head. Understand this.
This is not love.
-for teand. Stargate: SG-1. Jack. Slash. PG.
Well, this is new, Jack thought as consciousness returned.
"All right, Jack?" said the General with a smile.
"I did not just faint," said Jack. "Tell no one."
"It's not like I'm really in a position to be blackmailing you, Colonel."
"You just took me by surprise."
"I'm sorry."
"No, it's not bad, it's just... it's been awhile since anyone's been, uh, interested in me."
General Hammond took another step away from Jack, who was still prone from his bout with hyperventilation. Jack reached up, and Hammond took his hand, helped him to his feet.
They looked at each other.
-for alyse. Stargate: SG-1. Sam. Het. PG.
There's a little candy heart in her locker. There's only one boy in Sam's world, and he gave her a candy heart. She didn't eat it, just lets it sit in her locker. Sometimes she looks at it to see if it still says "Be Mine." Eventually the words fade, but she knows they are still true. He's older than she is. Seniors don't date eighth graders. But last Valentine's Day...
The day she is accepted into the Air Force Academy, she takes the heart out of her locker and crushes it till it is purple dust on her palm.
-For brighidestone. Angel. Fred. Het. R. S3.
Once, a very long time ago, a girl got dragged screaming into hell. She got better, though. She learned to stop screaming, to be mouselike and obedient. She learned to scream inside her head, rolling her eyes back like a madwoman and opening her mouth but not making a sound. She learned to make the voices in her head whisper, too, little creeping things, birds that had lost their voices.
One day, a man came, and he had dark fingers and brown eyes and he touched her, dragged fingers over pliant skin, and taught her how to scream again. Heaven.
-also for brighidestone. Farscape. Chiana. S2 AU. PG. Character death.
The room was all shades of grey and shadowed blue, streaked by the thin, washed-out light from the street outside. Zhaan's skin seemed to reflect on every surface, and the shadows deepened to grey where Chiana hid, as if her presence camouflaged the entire slanting attic room. Zhaan knelt and would not emerge from meditation until.
Chiana knew that there were tears somewhere, but she was too scared to weep, terrified into silence. She waited until they heard the knock on the door, until Aeryn entered, black hair and smooth skin, making the room brilliant black and white.
"All gone."