Thanks for the tag, @junemermaid. I saw it this morning and figured I'd better do it now or I never would.

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people.

I'm going in chronological order here, so most recent will be last.

No Rug To Sleep on or Fish to Eat, KinnPorsche, Kim/Chay

Normally, Kim wouldn’t even be at this club.

Nocturnal Carnations, DMBJ, Huo Xiuxiu/Hei Xiazi/Xie Yuchen

“Oh,” Huo Xiuxiu said, “he looks good like that.”

Ten Feet of Light, DMBJ, Hei Xiazi/Liu Sang

Hei Xiazi kicked at the shattered remains of the light fixture then bent down to poke at it.

In a Pair of Lacy Pants, DMBJ, Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling/Wang Can

“But didi’s the one who wears panties.”

Out of Wilderness Wasted, DMBJ, Wang Pangzi/Wang Can

Liu Sang stood in the middle of Wushanju’s sitting room, face flushed, clothes slightly askew, hair escaping the neat tail he usually kept it in.

Out of the Spotlight, Mysterious Lotus Casebook, DFS and FDB

It’s late when Di Feisheng walks into the diner, later than he’d planned, but he’d actually had some luck with the bass player he’s been working on recruiting and he’d lost track of time, the two of them jamming on some of his new songs.

A Drink Under a Clear Window, MLC, QWM/FDB and DFS/FDB

He’s no longer as young as he’d been when they met—eight years ago now, or was it nine—but Fang Duobing still is quick to take offense, kneeling up on the cushions to point at Di Feisheng and protest some slight or other.

Nobody Knows Whither, MLC, Gen

All of them told him, more or less obliquely, to give up on hope.

All I Wanna Do Is Wrong, MLC, DFS/LLH

Like, what if Di Feisheng is sitting in the lobby of the fancy hotel where he fishes for clients. The desk staff are willing to look the other way for some cash or a blowjob, and they keep the free coffee hot and fresh for the guests.

Dance the Silence Down,  MLC, LLH/DFS and LLH/FDB

“Hey! Hey!!” Li Lianhua ignores the shouting and cleans the griddle, making sure his station is spotless, the griddle ready for the next order.