21 first lines from my fics, inspired by Luthien—
1 Belle had learned she could tell much about Rumplestiltskin’s mood based on his choice of outfit.
2 Belle knows what it is to live with dread in her belly.
3 Guerrero blinked.
4 “Whatever you do, don’t move.”
5 This was the way they could have been—should have been—if he hadn’t been such a fool.
6 There is some comfort to be found in the hand that lies at the small of Belle’s back, steering her towards the great doors of her father’s hall like livestock being coaxed from its pen.
7 The dungeon door whispered open.
8 Yesterday morning this road had lasted an eternity to Belle’s dithering feet.
9 “You’re still down here?” Granny said when she opened the adjoining door between the inn and the diner.
10 The dwarves no longer stopped her at the prison gate.
11 With one hand, Amarantha balanced a basket against her hip.
12 Guerrero peeled his head from the pillow far enough to confirm that yes, it was daylight, and yes, the sun freaking hurt before groaning and flipping onto his right side- facing instead the prone (and now, thanks to Guerrero’s outburst, steadily rousing) form of Junior.
13 She walks in beauty like the night of…loveless?
14 ”Don’t shit where you eat.”
15 The first thing Ames did when she got back to her hotel room was spend twenty minutes painting the toilet bowl kool-aid red.
16 “I swear to God,” Guerrero said, gritting his teeth, “If word of this ever, and I mean ever, gets out— ”
17 “It’s all right, sugar. I won’t bite you.”
18 Adrian woke to the wet, wrenching sounds he’d grown painfully familiar with in the last few weeks.
19 The front door opened with a bang, letting in a blast of December air and a ruddy-faced, disheveled Laurie.
20 “Um— should I be worried that you’re here?”
21 The front door opened with a tentative creak, as though the person beyond it was unsure of what awaited them inside the threshold.
