RULES: List the openings 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.
tagged by my favourite @theputterer! Sorry this took so long and thank you! I love writing tags!!
last ten of my fourty stories (omg) on AO3
1. say you love me – rebelcaptain
Five
Five minutes is all it takes for the course of her life to change.
She’s sure of it.
Five minutes in which a man, once a stranger, had gathered together the first of her hope and had welcomed her home.
She remembers that she had stood there, unsure and insecure. No one had ever breathed those words to her, no one had ever extended so much of themselves to her. She had been used to being alone, fighting to stay one step ahead of anyone who could hurt her.
And in the span of five minutes, she had a family. People she could call friends. A sense of purpose. For the first time in her life, she knows she can forge ahead with something more than just herself.
The burden is heavy, the weight of it is crushing her and somewhere, she hears a clock ticking.
2. act like you love me – rebelcaptain
It’s been two months since Scarif and Jyn has been trying to figure out what her relationship with Cassian is, if anything at all. Oh, Cassian is always thoughtful, asking how she is and joining them at meals when he can. Sometimes, she believes that he feels the same about her that she does about him. She’ll catch averted glances, small smiles, and a gentle hand to the shoulder when he leaves for a meeting and it sends a spark coiling to her stomach.
But then there are the days that his manner is brusque and his face as impassive as the day she met him. She hates those days, when Cassian the spy emerges and he has even less to say than his usual quiet self. It’s not like they have deep and meaningful conversations, there isn’t much time, but Jyn knows she is getting closer to being brave enough to try.
The problem is, she is just not quite sure if Cassian feels anything at all for her beyond a camaraderie, a friendship and wonders how much she is risking by wanting more.
3. a little too much – rebelcaptain
The weeks and months after Scarif were a blur of injections, bacta treatments, and countless droids poking and prodding at her. The days were endless meetings, negotiations, and just the daily struggle to heal. She knows her injuries are minor, mainly battered and bruised from her fight on the catwalk, nothing that she could not recover from so her main priority, once she is released from med-bay is trying to discover what happened to the rest of the crew that had left for Scarif. She was heartbroken to discover that there were only eight survivors out of their original crew and weeps quietly the first night in her newly assigned quarters, mourning for those that were lost and yet deeply relieved that her small crew had made it out alive.
Barely.
4. all the rest of my life – rebelcaptain
It’s been two weeks. Two weeks of complete silence. Two weeks of no calls, texts, messages, nothing.
It’s the strangest thing.
It’s like he has fallen off the face of the earth and no one knows where he is. She’s called everyone; Kes and Leia included. She finally broke down and reached out to Kay whose only response had simply been to let her know that Cassian was fine and would be in touch when he could.
So, Cassian is fine and doesn’t want to talk to her?
It’s strange.
5. here are your upturned hands – rebelcaptain
Cassian realizes just how much he wants Jyn on an ordinary Centaxday.
Maybe it is the long, dullness of the meeting, maybe it is the knowledge of Jyn next to him but he does remember that it started on a Centaxday.
He hadn’t woken up that morning intending to realize he was in love. He hadn’t woken up intent on anything other than trying to make it through another long day. He had some small hope that he was going to be able to finish his last mission brief that he had (uncharacteristically) push off to the side, maybe some time with Kay-Too on a droid they were both working on. Those were his only intentions.
And that worked until Draven’s late afternoon meeting.
Once he starts watching her, he can’t stop watching her.
6. it’s a thin, thin line – rebelcaptain
She learns early on that he is quiet and efficient, a product of his life spent drifting along with the shadows. He never says more than he should, never volunteers anything about himself. She finds that for him; every moment, every word is calculated to give as little as possible. There is an intensity about him that draws her in despite how little he says out loud. She sees that he spends most days listening and watching others and so, she watches him. She watches the way he furrows his brow when he is trying to puzzle something out. She watches the way he appears devoted to a conversation but can see the way his eyes never seem to stop moving or assessing.
7. someone good to come – rebelcaptain
There’s music playing in the background; something festive and merry and she still can’t get over how many candles Kay and Bodhi were able to hang from tree limbs. They are everywhere, casting a soft light as they turn and twinkle against the settling sun. There’s so much food and drink, there is no way she is going to ask Leia where it all came from.
Leia coordinated the whole thing, was maniacal down to the last detail. We deserve this, you both deserve this, after everything we have done and everything we have been through. It’s time, don’t you think?
She couldn’t agree with her more but there is a knot of tension settling in her stomach and she is not completely sure why.
8. you’ve got a hold of me – rebelcaptain
“What do think about the new guy?”
Cassian had been watching the makeshift cantina fill up from his corner of the room and shifts over when Jyn prods his knee. He turns slightly so he can slide out the other side quickly if he needs to. He hums thoughtfully but does not answer Jyn’s question. She sighs and turns towards Baze who has joined them at the table.
“Where’s Chirrut?”
Base simply shrugs, “He is talking with young Skywalker, they are on their way here.”
“What do you think about him?” Jyn turns the full force of her gaze on Baze. Cassian sighs quietly beside her, he thinks he knows where this conversation is going.
Again, Baze shrugs, “I don’t.”
9. i guess i’m going down, like this – rebelcaptain
Jyn once asked her father how he knew that Lyra was his soulmate and he laughed quietly.
“It was in her touch.”
It would be years before she understood that he meant it literally.
10. Someone Like That – whouffaldi
Clara stood in front of her bedroom mirror, waffling between two dresses. She held up a black dress with a sweetheart neckline up to her chin and cocked her head. This?
“The black one for sure.” Amy, her flat mate, was sprawled on Clara’s bed reading a magazine. She hadn’t glanced up before announcing her decision.
“You don’t think it’s too revealing?” Clara pursed her lips before bringing a red sleeveless sheath up over the black dress.
“Nah, the lace on the sleeves makes it a bit more demure even with that bodice. I don’t get why you are so nervous. How many of these holiday parties have you been to anyway?”
Too many. But this year was different; this year the Doctor was going to be there and after trying to get to know him the last few months, Clara felt that this could very well be her last chance.
Any patterns? Hmm, do you guys see any?
- I rarely start with conversation
- Looks like I try and set a mood with the first paragraph
- I need to keep on writing
I tag these lovelies though any of you are welcome to do this (especially if you read through this whole post): @atthelamppost, @riderunlove, @timelordthirteen, @goingtothetardis, @sequencefairy, @longjackets, @gwendolynnby, @thestarbirdfromtheashes, @gloriouswhisperstyphoon, @ladytharen
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