#my read on chirrut softened a LOT post-Rucka and that’s probably a good thing

[egregiousderp]

Ten first lines, published (AND NOT!)

This looked like fun, but that was before I realized the first line of Like the Universe was straight up white heat comedown moment.

Er. Ignore that one if you like?

Titles or works in brackets are things I’m still working on at the moment in my ongoing Bear files.

And Vision and Glow probably have a different style because they were made based on pieces of artwork by @naniiebim

— Luck Beyond the Pale

When he sees him the first time after the beach, Chirrut is grinning, beatific, pale blue fingers outstretched towards a colony of small, horned children with tattooed faces, offering to tell them their futures in exchange for valuables he cannot in fact collect, scattering koans about the Force like pennies into a bowl.

(I’d actually forgotten I wrote this and a reread of the piece still leaves me surprised it was a two-hour work resulting from my sister’s flight being delayed by a potential bomb threat. Not something you can just tap into whenever though.)

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—Like the Universe

When the blind man comes it's with a stifled noise, small, like he's hurt him, torn some fragile thread between them irreparably, so all Baze can do is stand still, in silence, a spurt of hot liquid cooling on his knuckles, Chirrut's forehead shuddering against his, his robes hiked up around his waist and his legs hooked around Baze's middle, two fingers still buried deep in the hot, shivering, clenching heat of him.

(UHM.)

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— Vision

They marry young.

(Boy do they.)

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— Glow

Chirrut Îmwe is listening to the rain.

(I actually have a left hurricane mix of wind and rain noise and thunder I made just to write that fic, and if I remember correctly, it was written in the Irma aftermath.)

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— [The Spaces where We Will Fit]

”Is that your gun or are you-?” Chirrut pauses with his grin frozen on his face, standing in their doorway. The smile drops almost instantly, joke falling flat with the realization. “That’s your gun.”

(Guardians of the Whills E-rated direct scene continuation that I’ve been working on for about a year. Also ironically started out as a public prompt, which instead led to crazy worldbuilding and my Hella anti-Jedi bias coming out. The first lines for this went up once for a “write three lines” meme. Spoilers: Baze is also happy to see him.)

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— [The Little Time Between Wakings]

Baze Malbus can and will sleep anywhere.

( @rockcandyshrike wanted Chirrut POV. This one’s almost done. It’s in final edits. “Chirrut wakes Baze up in the middle of the night”.)

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— [Guardians of the Whales]

“FULL SPEED!” Screamed the first mate, pointing at the blurred shape of the shore. “FULL SPEED AHEAD!”

(Mer!Baze and Mer!Chirrut fic that was supposed to be for Nan, which turned into a really weird flex of how much Marine Bio shit I randomly know, and also a sort of weird late-1700s thing where the rebels are all implied pirates, and these two are essentially lost sea monsters of shade different species, in Love.)

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— {Modern Dreamers}

The client can smile as much as he wants as long as he pays is a personal rule.

(Modern AU meshed with reincarnation AU, but only people with the Force dream about their past lives. Set in 2015 San Fransisco, and brought back into my working folder when @briny literally shouted into the void for a mystery fic, and when I went to help them find it, it turned out it was mine.

I’m wary of putting ongoing fics up chapter by chapter but I might upload the first bit of this anyway because it was technically already here and because how often does someone look for Your Fic?

Spiritassassin on main, but with a mess of rarepairs and the full Rebels and Rogue One cast. Potential Murder subplot. Real Life Robotics. Baze thinking he’s straight. The Force is a cat. I have never written Modern AU before.)

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— [Like Death Upon Your Skin]

“You ever think they must be doing something weird in there? The Comforters? You know...when they give the last reading?”

(Last Words soulmates AU for @sarkastically that got really really dark and heavy dealing with the ideas of what a world would be like if Soulmates were really normalized and brought into the Whills religious setting? Not sure if this one is ever going up because it started getting pretty hard into the idea of Child Abuse and Abuse survival. Also it’s just really SAD. This might be one to pass around under the table just because JEEZ SKUUN. I know depressing is kind of my brand but this one is...really.

Really.

Selectively Mute Baze, Grief counselor Chirrut who secretly doesn’t believe in soulmates. “What is love anyway?”)

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— [?]

The point of fact is Li Shang, current General, and once-captain of the Emperor’s army, co-savior of all of China, has no idea how to talk to girls.

(My sister watched Mulan and I got so...stuck with this idea of this good, perfect, up-to-now-dutiful son Shang starting to get scared he’s ruined something because the Emperor told him to marry this girl but he can’t get it up. Because he’s still in love with Ping.

Meanwhile, Mulan is delighted because her husband made her a man she could look at in the mirror and see something worthwhile in, buuuuut now she’s expected to go back to being this nothing?

Hmmmmmmm I think we can eventually find a middle ground here.

Disaster wife and “Maybe I’ll pretend I have control and command over this situation” Husband: the roof-climbing, ill-advised, farming-included adventure.

Not sure I’ll ever post the happy genderqueer marriage adventure even if I do finish it because...I mean...Disney fandom...

*whispers IT’S SO YOUNG*

I don’t want to be that person, you know? Feels like it’s just asking for trouble. but the work itself has been really cathartic so. We’ll see maybe. For another thing it’s gotten me a surprising amount of historically accurate advice. XD)

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I work pretty hard on my opening lines or concepts a lot of the time so I’m glad most of these seem engaging in their own ways.

Seems like a favor either opening dialogue or some sweeping statement. ^^;;;;;;

Hopefully the current projects sound like something to look forward to too! I’ve had to abandon a few, and I’m already not fast or particularly brave.

First Lines

RULES: List the first lines of the last ten stories you published. Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Then tag some friends.

Open-endedly tagged by @raven-brings-light​, but this is cool so I’m taking them up on it.

((So apparently all my first lines are pithy one liners or context-less dialogue. Also I have got to stop cheating and using song lyrics for all my titles.))

Only Human (After All): “Hello, Newton. How are you feeling today?”

Give In (Or Just Give Up): “Why are you even bothering with that thing? It’s not a kaiju.”

I’ll keep telling this lie (if you keep believing it): It’s only later that Hermann gets the whole story.

Five Times It Wasn’t A Date (+1 Time It Was): Kacchan had him cornered, trying to intimidated him again, or maybe just taking out his frustration on the easiest target.

Green Light: It’s not the first time Toshinori has been tied up.

Theia Mania: It had taken an extra week on a job that was already two weeks too long, but Baze was finally home.

Game, Set, Match-make: Holiday Edition: It was a week before Christmas, snow was reluctantly accumulating in the tired grass of the academy campus, and Nemuri and Hizashi had a plan.

Things I Always Meant to Say: “Chirrut? It’s me.”

Operation: Get Toshinori A Life: Aizawa had thought — and he’d thought about it more than he cared to admit — that things would change after Toshinori lost All Might.

Give me your tomorrows: The ship they flew out on was, if Baze was being generous, a clunker. 

Tagging @demyrie and anyone else who like to do it!