#amerihood

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern.

Three steps across the cell, three steps back. By Any Other Name, Marvel

Most people wouldn’t think of a cemetery as romantic, but in Clint’s opinion that all depended on who you were trying to romance. Crash the Cemetery Gates, Marvel/DC

Fred and George Weasley could appreciate a dramatic entrance, and the crash of thunder and flash of lightning which accompanied their new Defense professor’s first step into the Great Hall was possibly the most dramatic entrance they’d ever seen. Turn on the Light, HP

The last six months hadn’t precisely been difficult, Percy would say, if pressed. Last Restraint (Upon What Soil), HP

Clint was a fuckin’ moron, is what Clint was. Spin Your Thorns to Gold, Marvel/Emelan

The thing was, the thing was, Clint had loyalty stamped right down to his bones because it was the only thing he’d ever had to pay with. To Have (and to owe), Marvel/DC

The loud bump of music vibrated through the cracked, well worn leather of the bar seat. No Fairytale Bliss, Marvel/DC

Harry Potter was not a perfectly normal boy, thank you very much. Paper Souls, HP

The unwilling and incarcerated inhabitants of Azkaban were provided with one pair of uniform trousers, two striped tops, two sets of thick socks, and a blanket for the duration of their stay. The Moon is High, the Sea is Deep, HP

Fog. Sparkles of light darting through the purple blue streams of smoke that filled his mind. Cold. Gusts of wind blowing colors this way and that, without direction, without walls or edges or anything to break up the endless shifting of the mist. You Start Where I End (Your Life on My Tongue), HP