I was tagged by both @greenapricot and @incognito-insomniac, so I guess I don't have choice now :D You'll see pretty quickly why I got a bit embarrassed about it ^^"

Rules: post the first sentence(s) opening of your most recent 10 fanfics and tag up to 10 people.

When he's done, the Lord Advocate suggests they have a last drink. (Sinking slowly, Dept Q.; where Carl is ready to do anything for Akram's promotion)

This was fucking stupid. And ridiculous. And a very bad idea. (Broken Words, Dept Q.; Bookshop AU, the bane and pride of my existence)

It's about flowers the first time it happens. Sadaf used to bring some from the market; Akram tried to remember to gather a bunch of poppies during his walks, a branch of cherry plum, or sage that would fill the cabin with a comforting scent. (Sealed lips, Dept Q.; Akram's character study through his relationship with language with a side of Carl/Akram)

Akram always had to correct him about the first time they had seen each other. (Everything Comes in Waves, Dept Q.; first times/last times for Carl & Akram)

The first time they meet, Caleb barely registers Essek. He’s just one in a million; and it does look like they’re millions around him when he reaches for the beacon. (The things you love don't last, Critical Role - The Mighty Nein; first times/last times for Caleb & Essek)

Hardy's meds are in the bathroom cabinet, beside the anti-nausea ones and the sticking plasters. There's still an entire box of Puss-in-boots-themed plasters, since the boys have grown out of the movie. (My body's broken, your mind's bent, Dept Q.; very short character study of the team Doolally through their relationship to meds)

"Fuck. This was… something." "Yes, it was." "Coffee?" "It is four o'clock . I need to go fetch my daughters." "Sure. Sure." "…" (Tying the knot, Dept Q.; a very stupid rope-bondage fic for Carl & Akram)

"You should come run with me," Akram pointed out as Carl huffed and puffed on the stairs. Carl didn't even try to answer, too busy wondering why they couldn't pick only cases involving rich fuckers whose lifts didn't break, or even better, no case at all. (How do you want me, Dept Q.; uh. a PWP with a side of BDSM for Carl/Akram)

One step at a time. It's the only way they can go through this. (Hardships, Dept Q.; a crack-fic where Carl & Akram explore... surfaces)

Sometimes, Carl wonders what could have been. Where they would be now, had he followed Hardy into his home that night. (What could have been, Dept Q.; Carl/Hardy, almost)