Meme o’clock

A meme via many people. I wasn’t initially going to do this, because I looked back at the last five fics I’d written and the only available reaction was “oh. Dion Lesage,” but then on Saturday we went to see the new Hunger Games film (its actual title is too cringe to type I’m sorry) and then by last night I’d posted a non-Final Fantasy fic totally unprompted for the first time since July 2020, and a non-abandoned non-videogame fic unprompted for the first time since 2017! What is happening to me. (Answer: some posh blond guy is having a bad time.)

The rules: post the first and last lines of your last five fics, and little else.

19 November  G   ♂  2180

• First: “Where are you going?” says Sejanus, as his father’s car pulls up.
• Last: “Yeah,” Sejanus replies. “Tomorrow.”

11 October, “Job Interview”  U   ♂  1407

• First: At first, the knights of the Holy Order had been recruited from among His Highness and Sir Terence’s social circle.
• Last: Their commander, however, was a special case.

23 September  G   ♂  6161

• First: Dion’s convalescence had been long and troubling, with one day’s progress seemingly lost the next, the prince slow and quiet and sometimes barely even lucid.
• Last: “I will be by your side forever,” he promised. “I swear it in Greagor’s name.”

8 September  U   ☉  887

• First: Jill was eleven, and a head taller than Dion at least.
• Last: He was trying his best, after all, but there was always room to do better.

1 September  U   ☉  1171

• First: The Rosfield brothers had tasks they needed to see to, that was certain.
• Last: Beside him, Byron laughed, long and loud.