Because stealing looks at people's writing is super fun. ^_^
Some of these are going to be origfic, since I don't have enough of a fanfic backlog to make 21.
1. Enjolras turned up the collar of his coat as the campus shuttle pulled up to the bus stop.
2. After so many years of solitude, with only his most loyal servants for company, Grantaire could hardly be blamed for making one little joke.
3. It's not like there weren't signs.
4. The first day Lydia missed school, Allison figured she was allowed a pass, all things considered.
5. "I'm sorry," Lydia said, and in those two words, somehow managed to make it sound as though Erica were the one who should be begging for forgiveness.
6. It's Lydia who suggests it, waggling the bottle between two fingertips and giving them all an arch look that says I dare you, so of course Stiles is the first to agree, because he's never met a suggestion from Lydia Martin that he could refuse.
7. The first time Merlin sees him, it's through a shotgun's sights.
8. It figures it's physical violence that finally gets Arthur to stop being such a clodpole about Merlin's magic.
9. Arthur means it as a joke.
10. Elena wasn't one to set store by gossip or rumors.
11. Merlin's known around campus as that weird kid who wears hand-knit arm warmers and petitioned the school to serve organic vegetables in the dining commons.
12. "I know what you are."
13. "You are still my king," Merlin whispered in the close, private space against the hollow of Arthur's throat, where he smelled like soap and skin.
14. Gwen has no doubts about what it is that draws her to Merlin.
15. The force of the surf propelled him onto the beach and tumbled him through the sand.
16. The clatter of carriage wheels on the street outside meant he was home.
17. He regarded the crate in his foyer with arms folded, head cocked to one side.
18. He's a boy when they meet.
19. I wasn't the only man in the parlor that night, but I was one of the few not looking for a whore.
20. A gong sounded, resonating through the chamber and announcing Aten's return from his vigil at the Temple of Amun-Re.
21. The pyres outside Holy Mary of the Graces had burned down to an eerie glow and the last of the parishioners had gone home when the scrape of footsteps on the stones startled me from my work.