meme -- gasp, jo tagged me D:

1. Go to page 77 (or 7, or just hit pagedown 7 times) of your current manuscript.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written.
4. Tag 7 other authors. I NEVER TAG. SO THERE.

... It really depends on how you define current. >__> Also it seems like all my fics are either three pages long or thirty-forty at the moment, or page 77 is all notes, or it's a chapter I already posted. Um.

1. Teamwork: Wedding, chapter 2

Naruto would have been annoyed at him any other day for that 'heel, Pochi!' tone but honestly at the moment he could only use his last remaining braincells not engaged in a confusing dance of kill him dead and no, eat him first (not even a Kyuubi to blame for that one) to grab the shit out of that lifeline. He jumped up on his feet, made a vague, aborted hand gesture toward the door to the pool to indicate he was leaving, and stormed out before his jaw could unclench and a river of swearing could come pouring out.

"Why are you calling me like I'm your dog!" he snarled at Sasuke, who only growled back and gestured at him sharply to sit into the pool next to him, and it was a good thing Naruto had been sitting there on his own anyway but he still kicked Sasuke under the water for it.

"He keeps talking about your dick," Sasuke said under his breath, "like hell I'm leaving you alone with him."

"Well there's no need, apparently he likes yours better anyway!" Naruto replied, throwing his hands up, and when Sasuke snorted at him his eyes narrowed. "Only he's not sure you can get it up."

Crackle.

2. Dregs of the Storm (low-fantasy homestuck AU)

He didn't want to be culled. He tried it again. Push, push... Flop, on his back. Victory. So exhausted. The human was crouching over him, looking at him upside down.

The human was crouching over him.

3. Battlefield Terra

"I'm fine, I'm fine! Will you stop being so nosy."

Rose speared him with a withering glare. "You're being a little cavalier here, for a person who needed to be rescued from a mess of his own making not two minutes ago."

John wilted.

"Your own high-handed removal of the alien from their custody opened you to this -- we can't very well argue it's illegal when you just did the same. We'd have no leg to stand on."

4. FF7 Daemon AU, the Cloud/Tifa/Aeris divergence

Nanaki picked Simon up like a kitten, and, cautiously as possible, he settled him on Aeris' lap.

Tifa suddenly wanted to touch him, that tiny sodden ball of orange fur, wanted to warm him in her hands and cuddle him close, keep him safe. Such a confident, fearless personality, but the body was so tiny, tiny adorable white-tipped paws and tiny head that would have fit into her hand with room to spare.

Aeris was a bit sideways on Tifa, Tifa reclining against the wall and Aeris slumped against her chest. If she shuffled their weights just a little bit he might shift and touch her arm. Tifa bit her lip and closed her eyes and stayed perfectly still as Breon curved his neck over to breathe a gust of warm air on Simon and give a cautious nudge.

Nanaki sighed and flopped down on their other side, so Tifa's shoulder and Aeris' backs rested on his flank, and he draped a heavy front paw across the three of them.

5. Wufei in FF7 crossover

"I'll tell you, giving up ain't one! I'd do the same for you--"

"I wouldn't want you to!"

Quatre deflated, face scrunching up in pain. Duo stared at him. Oh, it wasn't fair, he didn't have a right to just stop fighting, Duo wasn't done.

"Duo," Quatre said, very quietly, "you're destroying yourself, do you think any of us would want that?"

6. Lone Wolf and Pilot

Smooth shiny loose hair, neat pantsuit, screaming professional-but-not-military down to her polished fingertips -- only she wasn't seated with perfect poise to match her dry greeting, she had Glen's heavy head on her shoulder and was wrist-deep in his fur, giving his neck practiced scritchies. When Wufei came to a stop before her desk she slowly let her hands fall; the look they traded was... weird, just weird.

Sword oil and crushed rose petals, Killer shared cautiously, confused, and it wasn't the name of anyone in the room but it was so present Duo could almost smell it himself. He could swear he used to know who...

Oh, right.

Must be awkward to see your old commander's brother attached to the guy who killed him.

Rather, yes, came Wufei's response, sharp but tired, worn.

7. ofic - Territoriality

He'd be pissing blood in two hours, he knew it. Right now it was hard to care much.

Hard to feel anything much, to be honest. The suppressants were doing their job. Tyr sat beside Doctor 'call me Marian' Drey's desk and stared at the weird trinkets on it and didn't even want to pick up any. Or do much of anything but sit here, to be honest.

"So how are you feeling right now?"