#there is a definite theme of starting fics with exclamations of annoyance lol XD

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AO3 First Lines Tag Game

First lines meme. Thanks for the tag @linguini17! Rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recent fanfics

Jeeves and the Crimson Tie (Jeeves: Bertie/Jeeves) "Good Lord, Jeeves! What the devil is that?” “This, sir,” Jeeves said, with a face that would make a stuffed frog jealous, “is a tie.”

By the Spymaster's Stolen Drawers (DAI: Leliana/Josephine) “I wouldn’t touch that, if I were you,” Callum warns, slipping the dagger into his palm. “The previous person found rummaging through the Seneschal’s things was last seen running from a possessed bear.”

Lessons from an Engagement (Jeeves: Bertie/Jeeves) September 19-- by Mr Harold Voules: Mr Wooster took it upon himself, in the late hours of Boat Race night, to cycle across the square, sans accoutrement. His apparel is garish at the best of times, but this is the last straw. I handed in my resignation immediately

Like a Tie Askew (Poirot: Poirot/Hastings) “Non, non, non, non, non ! You have not been paying attention, Hastings!” “Oh come now, Poirot, stop fidgeting,” the man replies with irritating calm, his fingers tightening the black silk firmly against Poirot’s throat. “I’ve been doing my own ties since I was in short trousers.”

Jeeves and the Cerulean Stitches (Jeeves: Bertie/Jeeves) “Oh sir, your hands!”

Threads of Red and Gold (DAI: Josephine/Cassandra) “Ughh!” Irritation prickles across Cassandra’s skin, tiny needles of discomfort as she struggles. Oh, how she hates small spaces, enclosure, being unable to move freely.

The Meeting on the Turret Stairs (DAI: Josephine/Cassandra) In the spire high above, the Great Bell tolls the closing hour, ancient voice deep against the swell of song, soaring from the square below.

Comfort (DAI: Josephine/Vivienne) “Imbecile,” Vivienne seethes, “foolish, incompetent man.”

The Moon Over Yanjing (Emelan: Briar & Rosethorn) Her roots itch - the deep prickle of mold working its way under her skin. She squirms in irritation, but the heavy, clay-ridden soil around her does not budge.

Tattered Parchment (DAI: Cassandra/F!Trevelyan) Cassandra turns, unfolding the tattered parchment, and paces along the balcony. The writing is faded, blurring with the movement of her hands, but it's no matter. Time has inked the words onto her heart.

I'll tag @thewindysideofcare, @thereinafter, @thankyouforbeingsowrong, @bryndeavour, @greenapricot, @mr-iskender and anyone else who wants to do this!