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rexsjaigeyes · 3 years ago

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Are We There Yet?

Bodhi Rook x gender neutral reader

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: suggestive content

A/N: This is a birthday surprise for my bestie @zinzinina that the lovely @mandaloriandin and I created, but anyone can read this if they want to!

You weren't sure how many days you had been cramped up in the small ship with Bodhi. You were never good at keeping track of time in hyperspace — that was Bodhi's area of expertise, not yours. But you weren’t dumb; it was no coincidence that Bodhi took you on this little trip days before your birthday. You just weren't sure how many rotations were left before the big day — not with time seemingly dragging on as you stared out into the blue haze of hyperspace.

Bodhi greeted you with a smile as you approached the cockpit and sat in the copilot's seat beside him. He looked a lot happier here with you. He loved fighting for the Rebellion, but sometimes even the toughest fighters needed a break from it all. However, in war, a break was hard to come by. So he was taking a huge risk by 'borrowing’ this small ship to take you on what he described as an 'impromptu getaway.'

You knew there was nothing impromptu about it. Bodhi was not really the spontaneous type, and you knew he wouldn't desert the Rebellion when they needed him most. He must have planned this, and you were willing to bet credits that Cassian or Jyn helped him commandeer the ship too. You played along when he tried to write the trip off as nothing out of the ordinary. There wasn't much Bodhi could do to surprise you — not with constantly being on the Rebellion’s schedule. So you were happy to pretend his little plan had gone unnoticed if it made him feel like he was actually going to surprise you for your birthday.

Even without the element of surprise, you were still excited to see where he was taking you. You wouldn't have expected the trip would take this long, but then again, you assumed he had to find a destination left untouched by the Empire — something which was unfortunately becoming harder and harder to do nowadays.

"You're going to ask me again, aren't you?" Bodhi broke the comfortable silence in the cockpit, and you cracked a grin upon hearing his words.

"It's what you get for dragging me away from my comfy bunk back at the base."

"You and I both know those bunks are lousy."

You shrugged your shoulders, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing too much. The entire crew had a running joke about the way Bodhi bemoaned the rock-hard bunks the Rebellion was infamous for. The first week he had spent there, he wouldn't stop complaining that even the cold-hearted Imperials gave them more comfortable beds than that. He only stopped his whining when Cassian teased, "We're rebels, Bodhi. We can’t afford luxurious beds." Your crew never let him live it down, but you knew he loved joking around with you about anything, even if it was at his expense sometimes.

"Alright, go ahead." Bodhi surrendered with a playful sigh. "Ask me."

You chuckled and got up from your seat so you could sit on his lap. If you were going to harass him for the rest of the trip, you might as well do it with his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Are we there yet?" You whined, putting on your best mock pout to drive the point home.

It was probably the 20th time you had asked him the silly question, as if he could just pull you out of hyperspace and arrive at the destination instantly. But this time, he seemed to do just that. He reached past your back and pulled at the controls, effectively bringing the ship out of hyperspace and stopping in front of a large, green planet. You glanced over your shoulder to look out the viewport and gasped at how beautiful it looked even from all the way out here in space.

"We're here," Bodhi responded with a grin. "It's been four standard rotations since we left, love. Which means… Happy birthday."

He looked almost bashful now, clearing his throat nervously as you snuggled closer to his chest.

"Thank you, Bodhi," you whispered before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. He leaned into your touch, his lips seeking yours out before you indulged him and deepened the kiss as a way to show your gratitude. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, happy in each other's embrace and far from the dangers of the war. Then he pulled away from you, eager to show you exactly where he had brought you.

The trip down to the planet's surface was exciting enough on its own, and you had barely made it through the atmosphere. You had never seen a planet crawling with so much life before. You were used to desert planets, having been born on one in the Outer Rim and sent on missions to some of the most dreadful dirtballs. As Bodhi expertly landed the ship in a clearing among the tall trees, you gaped at how beautiful everything looked. You weren’t sure if he had brought you to this specific spot on purpose, but past the trees, you could see a large river leading to a waterfall. You heard Bodhi chuckle from his seat beside you, drawing you back to reality before you turned to see his shy smile.

Your eyes welled with happy tears, amazed that he was even able to find such a lovely place that wasn’t under Imperial rule. “You did all this just for my birthday?”

Bodhi shrugged, acting as humble as ever. “It’s your first birthday with me, so I thought I’d make it special. We could all use one happy day during a time like this.”

He looked down at the controls of the ship, unable to hold your loving gaze for too long. No matter how much you reassured him how much he meant to you, he always felt a little shy bringing up the fight against the Empire because of the part he had played in it before defecting. You reached forward to tilt his chin up so he’d look at you.

“Thank you for bringing me here, love.” You brushed your lips against his again, helping him relax against you before you pulled away with a smile. “So, are we going to explore?”

Bodhi helped you pack some food and other necessities before the two of you made the short trek to the waterfall you had seen. Once you got past the trees, your jaw dropped at the sight of the crystal-clear water tumbling down the cliffside into the large pool of water below. There was just enough space for you and Bodhi to sit near the water and eat the food you had brought along with you. He helped you lay a blanket on the lush grass, his hands knocking against yours every once in a while as if he was a shy schoolboy trying to show you he had feelings for you. It was something so small, but somehow, the innocent gesture still left you flustered and yearning to feel more of him.

You felt at ease with Bodhi, able to talk to him about anything while the two of you ate together. You liked the way he watched you with rapt attention as you rambled on about whatever was on your mind. He always gave you the attention you deserved, filing away whatever information you shared for days like this, when he wanted to surprise you with something or show you he cared. He was everything you could ask for in a friend and in a partner. And as you stared at your gorgeous surroundings, you felt so grateful to have met the pilot.

“So… have you enjoyed your birthday so far?” Bodhi asked hesitantly, as if there was any way you could possibly say “no” after everything he had done.

You bit your lip and scooted closer to him so that you could wrap your arms around his body in a tight hug. “This is more than I could have ever asked for, love. I can’t thank you enough for it.”

He kissed your forehead and caressed you with feather-light touches. “I wish it could always be like this. You deserve so much more than the galaxy has to offer.”

Bodhi’s soft confession made your heart beat faster, and you wanted to tell him the same thing. But you were never good at receiving compliments, especially when they were spoken with such adoration. Instead, you wanted to show your feelings through actions.

You pulled yourself from Bodhi’s warm embrace and tugged on his arm to pull him to his feet. “You’ve treated me so wonderfully today,” you said with a glint in your eye. “Now I want to show you how grateful I am for such a lovely gift.”

Bodhi watched with wide eyes as you quickly shed yourself of your clothes, and you chuckled at the way he looked at you as if he had never seen you naked before. Another tug of his arm had him stumbling closer to you, and you pressed yourself against him so he could feel your soft skin beneath his fingertips.

“Take off your clothes, Bodhi. I want to take a swim with you.” You nodded your head in the direction of the clear pool, eager to feel how soothing the water would be. “I think there’s still one more thing we have left to do to celebrate my birthday, don’t you?”

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lollercakesff · 4 years ago

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Home Bound

Survive. Escape. Go home? To what home?

Jyn and Cassian escape from Scarif and settle on a small planet in the outer rim where the traditions are vibrant and the Rebellion barely scratches at their front door. Years pass, they live. But then the scratching at their door gets heavier, and heavier, and soon there’s a knock that calls them back into the service. They go because to say no would go against their very fiber, but when everything they’ve come to know disappears, how do they remember what they’re fighting for?

Survive. Escape. Go home. Right?

A gift for the Rebelcaptain Secret Santa gift exchange for @youareiron-andyouarestrong!

Read it all on AO3!

Part One:

Step 1: Survive.

Step 2: Get off Scarif

Step 3: Get back to Yavin V

Step 4: …. Step 4?

They make it through steps one through three and he doesn’t understand how exactly it happens. One second he’s on a beach and the sky's alight and the heat is almost unbearable but for her body wrapped around his… Next, he’s tucked in a medbay bed on a ship with his hand wrapped up in Jyn’s, her grip tight despite the soft breaths filling his room. He doesn’t know what’s supposed to come next and for once, maybe he’s okay with that.

And so he pulls her hand closer and ignores the twinge in his spine as he wraps himself around her, unwilling to let the heat from before eat him alive like his mind is convinced it will.

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They settle on Calabriana, a small planet in the Outer Rim where nobody knows their names. The anonymity was a requirement after Scarif, after the desolation of Yavin V, after Hoth.

Cassian and Jyn had stuck around the Rebellion after Scarif to fight and it had been years of it, endless days of missions that had picked at their open wounds until one day - a day like any other - Cassian had come back to his bunk to find Jyn curled up in his cot, shivering and vacant.

“Jyn?” Cassian breathes, hesitating at his door. It wasn’t that she was here, in his room, which made him pause. Nor was it finding her in his bed, even though they never explicitly talked about that . No, the panic in his chest wasn’t any of those things. It was the look on her face, the way it didn’t flicker to life like it normally would. Something was wrong. “Are you alright?”

She doesn’t respond, not verbally at least. All she does do is close her eyes until her brow furrows and her breathing seems to stop under his inspection. It's enough to bring him to her side, his hand coming to her cheek as he drops to his knees beside her.

“Come back to me,” he whispers softly, the words unfamiliar on his lips.

They had always been her words, murmured into his temple after a bad dream, after a mission went sideways and she had to come find him. Her fingers on his chin, her cheek pressed to his brow so he didn’t have to hide his pained expression.

“Jyn, come back,” he repeats and her eyes blink open, flickering up to meet his. He exhales a shaky breath and slides his thumb along her jaw. “Do you want to talk about it?” She shakes her head and he follows as she pulls him into the bed, her small frame tucking into his chest as though she was set to disappear into him.

An hour passes. Then two. It’s late when she whispers what she needs, the feeling resonating within him like a ricocheted gunshot.

“I can’t be here anymore. I need to leave. Come with me?”

He doesn’t think before he utters his reply: “Yes.”

It’s two days later that they’re boarding their ship, the half-repaired K2SO droid packed away and their small bag of worldly possessions fastened in the hold.

Leia had come to say goodbye, as had Draven and Bodhi and Kes. Their small farewell had gone mostly unannounced. The heroes of Scarif disappeared into the sky, almost as though their lives in the Rebellion after Scarif were but ghosts haunting hallways. Maybe they had been.

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Life on Calabriana was hard. Not in the sense of working themselves to death or being required to go on high risk missions every day like an endless rotation of pain and misery. No. It was hard in the way that living a quiet life after so much suffering was hard. It was the silence, and the calm way that life moved like a snake in the grass, weaving and slithering through time until it rounded in and tried to consume itself.

At first, Cassian was sure they’d made a mistake. His hours helping build a home were well spent, yes, but the nights were almost unbearable. There was no intel to keep his mind occupied when the nightmares wouldn’t cease, no halls to endlessly walk until he fell asleep on a crate or in a corner hidden from view. On Calabriana, there was only silence and the creak of the floors under his feet, Jyn’s bedroom door always closed as he debated raising his fist and disturbing her sleep. He doesn’t, at least not until one day she pulls it open and reaches for his hand, drawing him into her room and into her bed.

Neither of them say it out loud but every sleepless night from that night on - and even some in between - ends with finding solace in one another’s arms. And then one night, as Cassian hovers in her doorway as she readies for sleep, he straightens and finally pulls himself together.

“I don’t want to sleep in my own bed anymore,” he admits, cautious and low.

“I thought we already gave up on that idea,” Jyn answers evenly, pulling her work top over her head and tugging one of his old shirts from her drawer to use as a nightshirt. The hem hovers mid-thigh and he forces himself not to stare even though his whole body lights with the familiar draw of her.

“Really?” He counters and she lifts a brow in reply. In another second she’s standing before him, hands on her hips in challenge.

“Really. I asked you to leave the Rebellion with me and you did. I never really understood why you thought you needed to sleep in another room but I wasn’t going to push you. Figured you’d come around eventually.”

“You mean you were already at this point and I’ve been the one holding back?” The thought surprises him, all of the signals for the reality of their arrangement finally falling into place. Oh .

“Maybe,” she smirks and he sighs, reaching for her hips and drawing her close to his chest. The kiss is anything but chaste and in the morning when they wake - wrapped around one another like vines on a lush jungle planet - they don’t talk about how things have changed and what it means, instead choosing to simply share a room like it was a practical merging of resources.

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Sharing a room becomes sharing a life. They work the fields together, go to town together, and when the nights are particularly cold with the seasonal change they cling and make their own heat together.

Their first few months on Calabriana pass uninterrupted by guests until one night there’s a knock on their door, a stricken look passing over Jyn’s face as Cassian gets up from where he’s settled with a story and his tea. He hesitates at the door, sucking in a breath, before he pulls it open to see a small crowd of humanoid beings huddled outside in elaborate colourful costumes. The sight makes him uneasy until one takes a breath.

And then they start to sing.

It’s maybe only five minutes. Maybe ten. Before the group nods and bids their farewells, walking off into the night as Cassian shuts the door and turns back to face Jyn who looks just as confused.

“Local greeting committee?” Jyn offers with a shrug. Cassian nods and returns to his seat, picking up his reading and trying not to think about the odd encounter.

A few days later and Jyn and Cassian venture to town, their eyes wide as they come upon the village now lit with endless flickering lights and colours all strewn about the streets. All around them people are rushing from shop to shop, arms loaded with bags and bright smiles on their faces.

“What's going on?” He asks the supply clerk nonchalantly, his attention turned towards his chip card as he swipes it across the reader.

“It’s the season of Jule. A time of gathering and well-wishing. Have you never experienced a Calabrianan Jule before?” Cassian shakes his head and glances over to where Jyn is running her fingers along a scarf on display, her lips quirked up in a small smile. “Well, it is a wonderful time to be here. You must attend the feast. Three days from now in the market - bring your partner and gift her that lovely piece she’s admiring - it’s tradition.”

“How much for it?” Cassian asks by way of thanks. The man adds the cost to his bill and promises to wrap the gift up ahead of the festival.

Cassian doesn’t know what he’s promised to attend - was the feast a sacrificial ceremony or truly a happy occasion, he wasn't sure - but he isn’t concerned. None of the research he’d managed to dig up on this planet had talked about ritual sacrifice, so they’d probably be fine.

He hoped, at least.

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The day of the feast, Cassian has to challenge Jyn to a competition to get her out of the house. She's too busy lounging like a Lothkat, curled up under a blanket as she enjoys her tea and hides away from the chill that has settled outside.

"I'll do the dishes for a week if you win. If I win, you have to come with me to town later," he offers, tweaking her toes with his fingers until she grins and pulls them out of his grip.

"Fine. Get the dice."

He wins by sheer luck, or at least that's what he tells himself as she rolls another snake-eyes. Two hours later and they're back in town, coming upon the small community at dusk. The lights flicker across the growing darkness and Cassian swears he can see stars in Jyn's eyes, her look of awe beautiful and serene and so far from the haunted look she'd worn the day she asked him to leave with her.

"They say there's a feast," Cassian says easily, starting to lead them forward and through the small alleys towards the market. Jyn sticks to his side and keeps her hand curled in the fabric of his pocket, holding on as they weave between groups of people, little families sprawling across swaths of space.

"A feast of what, exactly?" Jyn counters evenly, though there's no harshness to her words.

"Not sure. But the guy at the shop said we should come and I figured… if we're going to settle here we might as well try to follow some of their customs to blend in. Unless - "

"No, you're right. We can keep to ourselves but I think eventually we need to engage a bit. Good call," she adds. Cassian laughs tightly and reaches for her hand, pulling it into his own.

"Don't congratulate me yet, we've still got to survive tonight."

They arrive into the bustle of the market and are stopped short by the sight they come upon. It's like Home Base after a victory, the crowd thriving and music filling the space around the shouts of excitement. A giant tree fills the center of the square, its bows filled with lights and ornaments that sparkle and glint in the changing light. Around them, children chase each other and adults fill tables with food and drink and laughter. It feels foreign to stand on the edge, looking in at a community that wasn't theirs.

"You made it!" The clerk greets, lifting himself from his table and beckoning them over. Cassian clutches tightly to Jyn's hand and seeks her approval with a glance, her returning squeeze urging them forward. "And you've brought your lovely partner. Sit! Join us!"

They're settled into seats at the crowded table and handed cups and a bottle of something tangy. Jyn seems to evaluate the substance before pouring herself some and dipping a finger in for a taste. Cassian watches as she frowns and then softens to an easy smile, eventually lifting to take a sip. With her approval, Cassian pours himself a cup and let's the man - Hinar, as he introduces himself - bring them up to speed on the celebration.

Twelve nights of celebration. Food, family, friends as a theme with occasional gifts given to each other on the last night. An ancient tradition brought from across the universe and combined into one massive festival celebrated around the small planet.

The whole thing awed Cassian, the joy and the brightness and the welcoming nature of everyone around them. He'd never seen Jyn laugh so freely and the lightness of it was contagious, filling him too and loosening his tension for the first time in months. This was a planet still untouched by war, its few resources and minimal population making it unattractive to those looking to bleed a planet dry. They would be safe here, he was sure of it, or at least that's what he told Jyn as they wandered home a bit tipsy and a bit light on their feet.

"I think we could build something here," he murmurs as she leans into his side, the navy scarf he'd gifted her wrapped loosely around her neck.

"What do you mean?" It's not accusatory and he thinks that's good, right?

"If… if you wanted to make something out of the rest of this life. Together. I think we could do it here."

She slows her pace as they linger in the yard, her gaze finding his in the low light.

"Are you asking me to - "

"Yes. Whatever we want it to be. But I want to build it. With you."

Her eyes stay locked onto his, the colours swirling in the low light as she chews the inside of her cheek. The silence is almost deafening and he nearly takes it back, the proposal burning the back of his throat.

But then she lifts up on her toes and reaches her arms around his neck, drawing him down towards her waiting lips.

"Yes," she whispers later into his chest, her body perched over his as he slowly comes down from his release. Her sweaty sticky skin slides across his and she wraps herself around him, their breathing coming into sync. “I want to build something. With you.”

He thinks maybe this was what Step Four was about, all those months ago.

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regrettablewritings · 4 years ago

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If youre still doing the fluff meme, can I please request C, g , J, and X for Cassian andor?

Sure, you’re not too late! Stuff’s below the cut!

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?):

In a word, terribly. It’s not as though the man has had plenty of opportunities to perfect the art (“There’s no room for cuddling in a war!” you could imagine him saying). You beat him to the punch, though, and insisted you try to squeeze in some cuddling time during the rare moments he was not on a mission, training, attending meetings, or whatever else his “captainly duties” requires of him. Unfortunately, Cassian wasrather avoidant of it; you dared to even accuse him of purposefully looking for ways to stay busy.

And then the Scarif mission happened.

After the injuries acquired, the remaining members of the “Rogue One” squadron were required to take time off to heal, regain their strength, and acquire more proper training. Cassian, to his dismay, was enforced by Mothma to do the former two. Even once he’d left the infirmary to continue resting in his own quarters, the scowl stuck; a stark contrast to the smugness you tried (and failed) to hide. Now he had no choice but to let you cuddle him.

“Hugs can release oxytocin; it’s good for healing!” you insisted to your mean-mugging boyfriend. The most you got was a bemused raise of a brow. “. . . I promise to be careful.”

“. . . You’re going to keep bringing this up, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

At the sound of his exasperated growl, you knew you had won. The careful positioning of your body against his made for an awkward experience, silently but knowingly worsened by the fact that you had to guide him on where to put his hands or what to do if he felt his arm beginning to fall asleep. It certainly wasn’t ideal, but the man was recovering from a wound; you both were on edge. Once he was further along in the healing process, you could count on the awkwardness decreasing as the two of you became more accustomed to one anothers bodies . . .

You counted wrong: He really is just not very good at it. He always felt tense, like he was trying to control everything down to his breathing, yet wasn’t able to control whatever it was necessary for him to loosen up. You made the occasional poke at this (“For a captain, you sure are more of a cadet at this.” “Shut up.”), but ultimately you knew not to give him such a hard time. Like you considered earlier: Cassian grew up in a war all his life; it wasn’t unsurprising for him to be uncertain -- even possibly uncomfortable with cuddling.

Except he’s not, actually: For as rigid as he can be, Cassian actually loves cuddles. He’s a touch-starved bastard, after all. But given how terrible he is at communicating -- especially communicating what he personally wants -- it’s no surprise he doesn’t outright admit to it. He pretends to go along with what you want, but closer to the surface than he would like to admit is the constant desire for your touch. Specifically, from the position of the little spoon. Sure, for the most part, he’ll be the big spoon; it brings about the least mount of suspicion, after all. But every so often, you’ll make a joke about how he needs to ease up on his arm tensing, or else he’ll cramp up. And that’s his golden opportunity.

“Then why don’t you show me how it’s done, Oh Almighty Cuddle Rat,” he scoffs, eyes rolling. He has to fight the urge to come off too eager when the two of you switch positions, with your chest against his back and your arms about his chest or waist. He’s glad you can’t easily see his face from this position, otherwise you’d be able to tell what sort of bliss he’s in. As the little spoon, he feels warm and safe: Two things he hasn’t felt much of in his life. But for as brilliant as it all feels to him, he’s actually not quite brave enough to admit to it.

But that’s fine: You already figured as much.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?):

Not especially. Cassian is trained more for fighting when not sniping: ginger fingers in the Rebellion more more reserved for mechanics or medics or people who specialized in acquiring fragile materials for varying purposes. As far as Cassian was concerned, the most careful he really needed to be with his hands was to make sure whatever punches he threw would break only his opponent’s nose and not his own fingers. But one could argue that technically, he was capable of gentleness.

Suffice to say, however, you weren’t entirely convinced: Watching the man you had unfortunately fallen in love with flip his sparring partner onto their back into the dirt with relative ease surprisingly doesn’t scream “thoughtful, careful lover with hands that can sew clouds together” to you. Regardless, you continued to love him, even eventually getting together with him romantically. But for as many things as you entered the relationship confident you could have an effect on, you simply left the expectation of gentleness at the door. Certainly, you didn’t expect outright roughness, but you weren’t exactly going to get your hopes up for him to suddenly have the fingers of an angel.

And for the first bit of a while, your expectations (or lack thereof) on that front were met. It wasn’t until you returned from a mission, however, that you found yourself questioning your ability to make assumptions. You had had a run-in with some Stormtroopers but thankfully managed to escape, albeit at the cost of receiving a cut on your forehead. But considering the alternative, you were grateful. Cassian, however, was less optimistic. His brow furrowed at the bleeding line streaking across the upper right bit of your face.

“C’mon, Cassian, it’s not that bad,” you insisted, trying to walk around him and to the infirmary. He didn’t seem convinced, judging by how he reflected your every side step. Eventually you grew tired of it.

“Seriously, I need to get to the infirmary, I just need stitches, that’s all --”

Calloused. His fingers were calloused. You already knew this, actually, given the few times you had held his hands in private, but feeling them on your face somehow seemed to really get that across to your brain. But in spite of their roughness in texture, the strength with which they held your face in place actually wasn’t especially firm at all. If anything, it was Cassian’s stare that was firm. It studied your every feature intently, their dark color managing to tell you one message from their murky depths: “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Every few seconds, they applied only the slightest bit more pressure to turn your head to a new angle. The inspection only stopped when you felt a new pearl of blood oozing down the side of your face, forcing you to bring about the end with a small cough. To his credit, Cassian did finally listen to you and let you go. You found yourself following the departure of his rough, careful fingers.

He exhaled with acceptance: “Go to the infirmary then; it’s not as bad as it could be.”

You blinked. That was all he had to say?! After all that?!

“Uh . . . But what --”

“I’ll check up on you this evening; I have a council to attend.” He gave you a nod and took his leave before you could even carry on, leaving you to your orders. The entire while the gentle and caring fingers of the medics touched your face, all you were craving were Cassian’s.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?):

Most wouldn’t consider Cassian a catch to your absolute surprise. That still doesn’t mean you don’t get a little nervous now and then.You know how sophomoric and primeval it is, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes whenever you feel Jyn gets a little too close and personal with your boyfriend. You want to boot yourself up the ass whenever you witness Cassian attempt (and shockingly succeed) at seducing somebody to help him while on an assignment. There’s just no reason for you to distrust Cassian’s loyalty to you. Once he’s committed himself to something or someone, there simply is no other for him!

As for Cassian . . .

No, according to him. It’s so frivolous to worry over things like that; there’s a war going on, he has far better things to do than worry if somebody’s eyeballing you!

. . . Is what he would say if one were to ask him. But if one were to ask K2? It becomes a totally different story.

“Cassian has assigned Corporal Gregginor to lavatory cleanup duty 30% more often than previous chore rotations, ever since he saw him trying to teach you how to improve your aim,” the towering droid reveals to you one day.

You blink before raising a brow. “But . . . He was trying to teach me how to better aim my blaster.” Even without facial expression, you could tell K2 was emoting mischievous intent.

“That’s not what Cassian saw; he saw Gregginor putting his hands on your waist and making you bend over ever so slightly --”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Your face burned (at the droid’s words, at what you realized in hindsight, at the fact Cassian saw), but decided to think nothing of it. Bathroom cleanup duty was a pain in the ass, certainly, but usually the task was reserved for those who had earned a higher ranking officer’s ire through use of inappropriate behavior or disobedience on a mission. There was just no way a captain like Cassian would use it as punishment for touching all over his woman . . . right?

Maybe not. But as the week wore on, you became less and less certain. For one, you barely saw Gregginor due to Cassian sending him all around base to deliver messages that arguably could’ve waited or been passed on to an even lower-ranking officer -- things like lunch orders or minute responses to words exchanged in earlier counsels. For another, when you did see Gregginor, it was usually at training -- and if he didn’t already look worse for wear, he would most definitely look that way by the end of it.

While it wasn’t unusual for a drill sergeant to call everyone to gather and watch him exhibit a move or attack with a sparring partner, Cassian deciding to fill in nearly every day was quite unusual. He insisted he had new tactics to show when questioned about his sudden decision to grace the group every day. And when questioned as to why he kept picking Gregginor as his sparring partner, he simply answered that he knew Gregginor could take whatever he threw at him.

“Besides,” Cassian would say just before wiping the ground with his opponent, “I’m going easy on him.” For the rest of every session, if your boyfriend wasn’t busy absolutely wasting Corporal Gregginor on the field, he was having him run laps or do an absurd amount of pushups. Finally, you had had enough.

“Okay, Cass,” you lightly glared following a particularly grueling session. “Is there any particular reason that you’ve been trying to make Greggi’s week an entire life’s worth of living Hell?”

Cassian, ever bemused by both unpleasant nicknames provided, responded with equal neutrality: “It builds character. He’s been slacking off, this is to make sure he stays on his toes.” You hummed a note that lacked conviction.

“Oh, really? You sure it has nothing to do with the fact that, in the process of helping me learn to better aim my blaster, he happened to place his hands on me hips to reposition my weight? Nothing at all?”

At the mentioning of the suggestive positioning that supposedly hadn’t gotten Gregginor into Cassian’s shit list, the latter’s eye dared to twitch. You caught it just enough and it gave you enough confidence to believe that maybe you had caught him as well. But, to your dismay, the captain didn’t come pouring out his confessions and regrets and apologies.

“Your aim needed work; who am I to get in the way of that?” he confirmed instead. Your mouth dropped in disbelief; was he really going to play like this?!

“And anyway,” Cassian continued, “stop being so ridiculous. Do you recognize how absolutely juvenile it would be to use my position for something so petty?” As much as you wanted to respond, you honestly weren’t sure how to. If you kept insisting, he’d probably just keep dodging. But if you left it alone, who knows how long he’d keep pulling this shit?

In the middle of your inner debate, Cassian flung his sweat-drenched towel over his shoulder. “Hit the showers,” he demanded. “Clearly, training’s done a number on you.” And with that, he turned to clean himself, leaving you to glare at his retreating figure. You swore you could sense him smirking the entire while.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?):

Two come to mind:

First and foremost is “See the World” by Gomez, though it’s mainly directed at Cassian. It’s soft and simple, just as Cassian can be unassuming in his desire to not be showy or processed. Plus, the lyrics simply fit:

Day to day, Where do you want to be? ‘Cause now you’re trying to pick a fight With everyone you need

You seem like a soldier Who’s lost his composure You’re wounded and playing a waiting game In no man’s land, no one’s to blame

See the world: Find an old-fashioned girl And when all’s been said and done, It’s the things that are given, not won Are the things that you’ve earned

Cassian has dedicated so much of his life wrapping it around the Rebellion: It’s practically a part of him at this point. The problem is, he doesn’t seem to recognize what a problem this can actually be. He doesn’t think about what this means when the war is over, who he’ll be, who he wants to be. He’s just spent so much of his time composing himself in a specific manner, even at the cost of having very few close relationships or making the ones he does get a bit difficult to navigate. With a song like this, he’s being reminded to reevaluate his stances, to remember that Rebellions aren’t just about fighting: It’s also about fighting for what you want in the future.

He needs to see the world, not just what he’s been assigned to see for recon. He needs to explore who he is or who he may want to be without the Rebellion. He needs to find a non-K2 companion to love and go off exploring with -- Actually . . .

He snaps out of his reverie and glances at you, huddled up beside him. The cot is far from roomy or comfortable, yet you don’t seem to mind it. And, when he thinks about it, neither does he . . .

The runner up: “Cold Cold Man” by Saint Motel. This song doesn’t exactly scream Cassian at first because what you initially hear being screamed is overly bouncy music you can easily dance to. Picture you flailing and jumping and twirling around with a stone-cold Cassian standing in the middle of it all. That’s this song in a nutshell. No, really:

Oh, my love I know I am a cold, cold man Quite slow to pay you compliments Or public displayed affections

But baby, don’t you go over analyze No need to theorize, I can put your doubts to rest:

You’re the only one worth seeing, The only place worth being, The only bed worth sleeping is the one right next to you

Cassian isn’t exactly the most openly affectionate person. He knows it, K2 knows it, everyone knows it. Even his friends poke fun at him about it. And even though you know it yourself, you can’t help but sometimes lapse into moments of doubt: Is he happy with you? Does he intend on actually being with you for as long as possible, or is it more like any port in the storm with you?

Of course, you feel awful for thinking these things: It’s not as though Cassian is purposefully withholding certain affections from you; it just isn’t really a part of who he is as a person to be as forward as the average lover. Repetitive as it might seem, growing up the way he did just doesn’t tend to fair well for one’s ability to properly emote. But he knows this isn’t fair to you. He can’t keep using his past as a crutch.

Hence why once, every bluest of blue moons, you’ll receive a reminder. He’ll awkwardly sway with you, even dare to smile as you dance goofily in your quarters. He’ll initiate the hand holding in a corridor, even if he knows there’s definitely other personnel around. He’ll join you at night to just watch the stars, even if they don’t especially astound him (why would they? You can usually see them on any given planet, especially if you’ve traveled as often he has). He doesn’t make any suggestion that he’s uncomfortable with you shitting between his legs, or that he has an issue with you playing with his fingers. You could’ve honestly called it a great night if it had ended there, with you leaning back against his chest, letting the nice, balmy night air soothe you to sleep.

But it’s the unexpected kiss you feel on your temple that yanks you back. You’re afraid to move, certain that if you do, the mood will be lost and your normally gruff boyfriend will no longer want to keep letting you sit there. It’s only when you feel his arms wrap around you with more certainty that you know there’s nothing to can do in this moment that will make him want to let go. There’s nothing in this galaxy that would make him want another.

You’re the only one worth it all to him.

Thank you very much for asking and for being patient!

#cassian andor #cassian andor x reader #cassian andor imagine #rogue one imagines #rogue one x reader #cassian andor imagines #fluff alphabet #fluff headcanons #regrettablewritings #lemme see if I can post this first and add the song link after so it still shows up...#fingers crossed y'all

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benoitblanc · 4 years ago

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percy jackson and star wars!!!!

(i’m going to assume that percy jackson equals the books and not the guy XD )

Favorite character: it rotates between leo percy and annabeth i love them all so much

Least Favorite character: fucking octavian god he was the worst

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): percabeth was really the only thing i shipped strongly, but i guess also reyna/thalia, silena/beckendorf, silena/clarisse, and leo/calypso (which yeah, i get that they’ve got issues, but the banter really got me, okay?)

Character I find most attractive: percy don’t sue me

Character I would marry: also percy don’t sue me

Character I would be best friends with: rachel dare 100%

a random thought: i need to do a reread stat

An unpopular opinion: i love piper. like a lot. apparently this is unpopular (i know you don’t, for example! ;) )

My Canon OTP: percabeth obviously

My Non-canon OTP: reyna/thalia would be incredibly powerful and i wish rr wasn’t too much of a coward to make it happen

Most Badass Character: tie between hazel and reyna tbh

Most Epic Villain: luke!

Pairing I am not a fan of: okay frazel is cute in theory and i used to really like it when i was like hazel’s age! then i became frank’s age and went what the fuck, i would never ever date a thirteen-year-old. now i am older than frank and majorly creeped out about it

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): okay i wasn’t even a huge jason fan (although i liked him more than most of the fandom does) and i think jason was done dirty. also frank

Favorite Friendship: percy and grover

Character I most identify with: annabeth!

Character I wish I could be: honestly? reyna

star wars:

Favorite character: han motherfucking solo

Least Favorite character: kylo ren

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): hanleia, jyn/cassian, chirrut/baze, finnpoe, and anidala

Character I find most attractive: ewan mcgregor!obi wan i’m sorry

Character I would marry: honestly? han

Character I would be best friends with: i think rose would be a really cool friend to have!

a random thought: i’m two eps into the mandalorian and i’m loving it. absolutely no plot so far but it’s just so star-warsy

An unpopular opinion: this is WILDLY unpopular, but here we go: i actually liked last jedi. with the obvious exception of the sidelining of ALL THREE main characters of color, because that was fucked up. had they been involved in more meaningful ways, i think the film would have actually been a really good installment. as it is, i have very mixed feelings about it

My Canon OTP: hanleia!

My Non-canon OTP: jyn/cassian (who technically aren’t canon because they died before they could become canon :( )

Most Badass Character: leia obviously

Most Epic Villain: definitely darth vader

Pairing I am not a fan of: ...reylo sorry not sorry

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): ahahahaHAHAHAHA. where to begin. can i just say “all of them except the prequels characters” and leave it at that

Favorite Friendship: luke, leia, and han. also r2 and 3po

Character I most identify with: definitely leia

Character I wish I could be: ...also leia

send me a fandom/ship/character!!!

#this post is going to lose me followers i can feel it in my bones #thanks so much for asking!!!#answered #about mutuals #caroline tag #pjo #books #star wars #han x leia #jyn x cassian #baze x chirrut #anakin x padme

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 5 years ago

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No Tree Survives Alone | Cassian Andor x Bodhi Rook (Oneshot)

Word Prompt: Hope

Words: 3170

Fandom: The OA AU!Rogue One

Summary: Five prisoners who have only each other bond and learn to band together to escape their situation. Despite a wall separating them, Cassian and Bodhi grow to care deeply for each other. After being thrown from the frying pan into the fire, something awakens within Bodhi that changes how he sees himself.

“I am the pilot. I am the pilot. I am the pilot.”

Bodhi chanted these words over and over as he curled up on that dusty stone cold floor, his sweat and tears caking his body with dirt. He had hoped that he could make a difference, that this one good deed could turn a small spark into a flame and make things better. But carrying out such a dangerous mission wasn’t as glorious as it panned out to be and that there are many do-gooders that risk their lives to help others, only to have bad things happen to them. Why did Galen Erso give him the message when he was only a simple cargo pilot?

When Bodhi became a pilot, he dreamed that he would be able to be free from the Empire. Every mission, he took the time to appreciate the stars, the planets, moons, and just everything away from this taint that the Empire had spread. He dreamed that he could take him and his family away from it all. He thought he could once he turned his back on the Empire, once he escaped to deliver the message, but now that he was in this cell, it was becoming a foolish dream.

He heard an exasperated sigh from the other cell. “We get it. You’re the pilot. An Imperial pilot, might I add,” the voice boomed out. Bodhi shivered. He was born and raised in Jedha. He had no say when the Empire occupied the planet.

“He is stuck here like the rest of us,” a calm voice interjected, “there is no point in holding that against him.”

“Chirrut is right,” another voice, much rougher and authoritative, said, “We need to focus on figuring out how to get out of here and find Jyn. Pilot, what is your name? How did you end up here?”

“I… I am… my name is Bodhi Rook. I am the pilot sent by Galen Erso to deliver a message to Saw Gererra. I… he didn’t believe me,” Bodhi said, his voice quivering from the crying he had done. The memory of his interrogation with Gererra and being tied down and subjected to the violation of Bor Gullet still fresh in his mind. He didn’t even realized that he was crying again until the voice began shushing him.

“Message?” the man whispered under his breath, then turned back to Bodhi in a hushed voice, “Enough of that. Listen, Bodhi, I need you to calm down. If you want to escape, you’re going to have to pull yourself together.”

“I can’t,” Bodhi whimpered, his voice muffled by his arm that felt like lead.

“Yes, you can,” the man said firmly. “Get up!”

“I…” Bodhi shifted around until his weight was on his hands and knees, his body shaking from the memory of Bor Gullet wrapping its tentacles around his limbs, trapping him. “I can’t.”

A sigh could be heard from the cell with the man that spoke first. Another voice tutted him. “Please, Baze, be patient with him,” Chirrut said, “we don’t know what that man did to him.”

“What makes you think that this Imperial pilot won’t rat us out once we escape, Cassian?” Baze asked.

“We’re just going to hope that he doesn’t,” the man, Cassian, replied, “that’s all we can do. Bodhi! You can get up. You have to. Get. Up.”

Bodhi sniffed, his limbs shaking as he crawled towards the wall for support. He slowly lifted himself up, leaning against the cold wall and slowly raised his head to look at Cassian through the metal bars. From his voice, Bodhi assumed that he would be a young man, perhaps around his age. Maybe he was, but Bodhi knew that he was looking straight at a man who had seen death enough times to call them his old friend.

“Bodhi, are you with me?” Cassian pressed.

“I… I don’t think I’m much use. I’m just a cargo pilot,” Bodhi said, shaking his head.

“I don’t care if you’re just a cargo pilot. I’ve worked with boys who only knew how to handle farming tools. But you… Galen Erso trusted you with an important message. What is it?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see it, but Saw Gurrerra has it, though.”

Cassian exhaled slowly, taking a moment to run scenarios through his head. “If Jyn isn’t here in the cells, she’d most likely be with Saw Gerrerra. He trusts her more. We would just have to see if she finds the message,” he said then grabbed onto the metal bars separating the two cells, “Bodhi, when we do escape, we’re going to need your help in flying off of this planet. Can you do that for us?”

Bodhi met Cassian’s brown eyes that oozed out confidence, as if he was so sure that they will get out of those cells and escape. The longer he stared into his eyes, the more he started to believe that it was possible.

Bodhi took in a deep breath and nodded. “I can fly. I can fly us out,” he said, trying to stand up straighter

The next day, the guards struggled to drag in a woman into the empty cell on the other side of Cassian. They had enough of her behavior and slammed the butt of their gun to her forehead, knocking her out.

“Jyn!” Cassian shouted, rushing over to the window bars.

The guards whipped around to Cassian, but he didn’t waiver. In fact, he dared them to try and do anything to him. They spat on the ground and went back to their post, not wanting to waste their time teaching him a lesson.

Cassian saw Jyn stir, a groan escaping her lips. “Jyn,” he called out again, pressing his face against the bars. “Jyn!”

Jyn shuffled around, struggling to sit up on her own. She shifted until she was leaning against the wall opposite of Cassian, her fingers gently touching the area where she got hit. She pulled her hand back and grimaced at the blood. She looked up at Cassian’s hopeful eyes and sighed.

“Well?” he asked.

“I saw the message right before he took it away,” Jyn said.

“And?”

“And, Cassian, it’s too late. Someone must have tipped the Empire off because they got word of stormtroopers in the area.”

Cassian cursed, pacing around in his cell with a frown. Bodhi’s eyes widened at her words, his heart racing at the idea of being trapped there when the Empire storms through Gerrera’s hideout. Would they kill them on sight? Take them as prisoners and torture them?

“Hey, Bodhi,” Cassian said softly.

Bodhi looked up from his curled position on the floor. He blinked at him with his round eyes, feeling hope seep away from him as the ruckus outside began. They weren’t prepared and they tried everything to break the bars open. They were stuck until the stormtroopers find them.

“We can still make it out of here,” Cassian said.

Bodhi shook his head. “I don’t know anymore…”

“All is as the force wills it,” Chirrut assured them calmly.

“Enough with that force talk, Chirrut, we have to do something,” Baze snapped.

They guards began to yell, blasters going wild in the other rooms. Heavy footsteps made their rounds in each room of the hideout, until two stormtroopers made their way into the cell area. They looked at each other and nodded, taking out a metal rod each and turned them on, electric sparks flying off of them.

“You stay away!” Baze shouted as a stormtrooper approached.

Three more stormtroopers came in, taking a prisoner each. Bodhi watched helplessly as they began to tase Baze, then Chirrut, then Jyn, and then, as Cassian met his eyes, he was dragged out of his cell and tased as well.

Bodhi woke up in yet another cell. It was disorienting. The first few days of captivity, Bodhi foolishly believed that he was free, that that dirt and metal cell was all a dream, only to wake up and face reality. This time was different. It looked different, it felt different, and even smelled different, but it was still captivity. At least they had beds, but this time, they were in glass cells where they could see each other, their cells forming an octagon shape.

“Where are we?” Bodhi moaned, swinging his legs off of the stiff bed.

He lifted his head and saw the other captives. Cassian was sitting on his bed, his head hanging low while Jyn was restlessly pacing around. Chirrut was sitting cross-legged on his bed with his eyes closed as Baze sat on the floor looking at everyone.

“We’re in an Imperial ship,” Cassian said, running a hand through his hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Terrified? Sore? Hopeless?” Bodhi listed off.

“No, never give up hope,” Cassian began before Jyn cut him off.

“Enough with that, Cassian,” she snapped, “Does your precious rebellion know how to find us? Did they teach you how to break out of highly secured prisons? No, right?”

“The rebellion is built on hope. Without it, we’re lost.”

“And that’s what we are. Lost. Trapped.” Jyn walked over to the glass wall that separated her and Cassian and hissed, “Hopeless.”

Bodhi shook his head, unable to look beyond the bright lights held above their cells, darkness surrounding them both literally and figuratively. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to see what was there. There was something in him that sensed this void of… something. Light. And it’s trying to pull him in, let him succumb to his fears. It was a horrible feeling. Here they were, trapped in glass cages, yet exposed for everyone else to see. Like animals.

“Why glass cages, though?” Bodhi asked, turning around to face Cassian. “Surely, we would be put in a proper prison hold or interrogation room.”

“Don’t give them ideas,” Baze said gruffly.

“Bodhi’s right,” Cassian said, standing up to analyze the room, “There must be something that they want.”

Days passed and still nothing. Stormtroopers would rotate, leaving water and some kind of dry food for the five of them, before leaving straight away. When one of them had to relieve themselves, two stormtroopers would follow them to the fresher, making sure they don’t see anything crucial on the way back and forth from the cages.

With nothing to do, the five of them talked, being careful of being too specific, telling each other about themselves. They sat in the corner of their cells so they could face each other. Chirrut and Baze were guardians of a monastery that were in ruins when the Empire took over Jedha. Jyn was the daughter of Galen Erso, the man that created the Deathstar and sent Bodhi on the mission to deliver the message. Cassian was a captain that specialized in espionage in the rebellion, often accompanied by a reprogrammed Imperial droid who he lost contact with when he got captured.

“And what about you, Bodhi?” Jyn asked.

“Nothing much to say,” he said, ducking his head. He automatically reached for his goggles as his usual nervous habit, but he remembered that they took that away from him. “I became a cargo pilot for the Empire to support my family and see the stars… I really miss the stars right now. Anyways, Galen, your father, helped me defect, giving me a message to deliver and help the Rebel Alliance. I don’t know if that will happen now… Sorry for bringing the mood down.”

“There is no need to apologize, Bodhi. The force has plans for you. I can feel it,” Chirrut said with a small smile. From then on, a camaraderie was formed.

A few days later, the large door hissed open, a heavy presence entering the room. The others stiffened, slowly parting away. Bodhi shivered, feeling this weight pressing down on his body. Heavy breathing through a voice modifier could be heard circling the cells along with his heavy boots. It was unmistakably and horrifyingly Darth Vader.

“One of you,” Darth Vader rumbled, “holds promise of wielding the force. I intend to find out.”

“That’s why you have us in here?” Jyn spoke up, raising her chin. “Because you can’t tell who’s a Jedi?”

Darth Vader walked over to her cell. Even Jyn couldn’t help but take a step back. “Foolish girl, you don’t need to be a Jedi to be force sensitive. All of you radiate the force within you, but one of you is the strongest. When I find out who, I intend to teach them the way the force should be wielded using the dark side.”

He circled the cells again, then stopped in front of Bodhi’s cell. Bodhi stumbled back, his hands reaching out behind him to steady himself against the glass wall.

“It’s okay. Stay calm,” Cassian whispered behind him.

Bodhi turned his head, seeing Cassian’s face only centimeters away. If the glass was gone, he would be able to feel the heat radiating off of him, his breath against his face, and he would be able to grab his hand for support. For now, all he could do was press his palm against the glass and look into his eyes. Cassian tried to maintain a calm demeanor, pressing his own palm over Bodhi’s on the other side of the glass.

“If you come willingly, your friends will not be harmed,” Darth Vader bargained, a gloved hand held out, lowering the wall that caged Bodhi in using the force.

Bodhi shook in fear, pressing his palms so hard against the glass that he thought the wall was breaking under his touch. He didn’t know why the Sith Lord thought that it was him that had the force. Not once did he used it, or at least he thinks he hadn’t used it.

He heard Cassian gasped. “Bodhi,” he whispered.

“What?”

“You stay away from him!” Jyn shouted at Darth Vader.

He raised a hand and force-choked her. “Silence, girl.”

Bodhi’s eyes darted between Darth Vader and Jyn as she struggled to breathe, her hands clawing at nothing at her throat. His heartbeat was thrumming in his ears, blocking out the sound of cracking behind him.

“Let her go!” Baze began to shout, pounding on the wall.

“Come with me, Bodhi Rook, and I will let your friends go,” Darth Vader repeated, extending his other hand out towards him. “Or I shall grab you by force and execute your friends.”

Cassian backed away slowly, watching Bodhi as he shook until his hands tightened into fists. “Let them go!” Bodhi yelled, louder than anything the others had heard from him, the glass walls shuttering from an unknown force.

“Bodhi?” Cassian called out, sensing a brewing energy around him.

“I will not go with you!”

The glass shattered around them, a force sending Darth Vader back. Bodhi stumbled from the sudden outburst as he tried to catch his breath. Baze quickly grabbed Chirrut and guided him away while Cassian rushed to check on Jyn as she collapsed to the floor. She took a moment to regain her breath before shouting, “Let’s go!”

“We don’t know the ship’s layout,” Cassian reminded her, fearing they won’t reach the ship in time.

“I thought rebellions were built on hope. Just use the force,” Jyn said, using Cassian to lift herself up.

“I don’t think the force works like that. Bodhi, let’s go!”

“Right,” Bodhi said, snapping out of his daze.

They rushed out of the room and was met by endless identical corridors. They tried to use logic, thinking of where the cargo hold would be on a ship like this. Stormtroopers would come out from around the corner, but with Bodhi’s newly discovered powers, they were force-pushed away.

From sheer luck, they were able to find the cargo hold, making a beeline towards a cargo ship left from a recent shipment. Bodhi let his friends go ahead first, his new power giving him strength and confidence that he never knew he had, as he turned to face the incoming swarm of stormtroopers.

They loaded onto the cargo ship and got the engines running. Cassian rushed out, looking for Bodhi with wide eyes. “Bodhi, let’s go!” he shouted.

“Go ahead, I’ll hold them off,” Bodhi said, pushing a group back.

“Are you kiffin’ crazy?”

“Please, Cassian, go.”

Cassian growled, hitting the side of the ship before taking over the controls. He lifted the ramp and readied for flight, his mind kept going back to Bodhi. The pilot had been this scared and timid man that didn’t believe he was of any value to the rebellion. To Cassian, there was no such thing of no value as long as they dedicate themselves to the cause. Bodhi was a kind man that worked with the Empire to survive. To think he had this much power dormant within him. But no matter how powerful Bodhi may be, Cassian still wants to protect him.

“Cassian, what are you doing? Bodhi’s back there,” Jyn said.

“I know, Jyn! Don’t you think I want to be down there with him?” Cassian snapped, glaring at her. Jyn pursed her lips, knowing he wasn’t angry at her, but the situation. Cassian sighed. “He wanted us to go ahead. I’m sure he’ll catch up soon.”

The team managed to gain a good distance between them and the main ship when TIE-fighters appeared behind them. Cassian cursed, speeding up the ship and finding a way to lose them. If the TIE-fighters were after them, then what happened to Bodhi? The ship rattled, the TIE-fighters gradually gaining up on them as the cargo ship took another hit.

Bodhi managed to break away from the stormtroopers and steal one of their ships, taking the TIE-fighters down as he went. From the condition of the cargo ship, he knew they would have to land somewhere to make it. With more stormtroopers honing in, Bodhi could not follow, only hold the TIE-fighters off until they were at a safe distance.

Flying a TIE-fighter came almost naturally to Bodhi, making him wonder if he would be better in an X-Wing. He fought until they stopped coming, the main ship giving up, not wanting to waste any more time. Bodhi knew it was just the beginning.

“This is why I need you guys,” Bodhi said, standing in front of a group of rebels, safe at a rebel base, “I need you guys to help me get back to them.”

Princess Leia looked over at her brother and her friends, then nodded. “You brought us the message that could help take down the Deathstar. It’s the least we could do in return,” she said.

“Draven doesn’t want us to be going on these kinds of missions,” Shara reminded her.

“Then we’ll go rogue,” she said with a shrug.

“Well, that’s more of my language,” Han said, smirking.

“We’re not using the pile of garbage.”

“Whoa, wait-”

“Alright then. Rogue One it is,” Bodhi said, adjusting his new goggles on top of his head.

#writersmonth2019 #Cassian Andor x Bodhi Rook #Sniperpilot #Cassian Andor #Bodhi Rook #rogue one imagine #Star wars imagine #The OA AU #diego luna #riz ahmed #oneshot #how do you spell Saw Gererra?#Like I saw three different spellings

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unstable-reality · 6 years ago

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Remember to Forget

Phew! Feared I might not get this up in time (I thought I’d given myself a week to write it, but it turned out I’d misread things and only given myself two days. *facepalm*).

Anyway: here’s Jyn, Cassian, and a significant date.

[AO3]

Jyn wasn’t one to mark anniversaries or events. She preferred, whenever possible, to ignore the passage of time. It was easier that way; made for fewer reminders. She didn’t have to think or care about the things she’d done, or the people she’d known, because there was only today, only the next meal, the next job, the next distraction, the next helmet to drive her boot into. No future, no past, and in theory, no pain.

But things had changed. A hatch had opened.

She stood in front of her locker, hesitating. She was packed and ready, her bag slung over her shoulder, but now that it was time to go, there were nerves blossoming in her belly. It was silly. The mission was a simple thing -- Cassian’s first off-base assignment since Scarif, transparently designed to ease him back into field work -- and it had nothing to do with tomorrow’s Standard date, or with the memories she’d lately had trouble holding back. Then again, the mission wasn’t really the problem.

She closed her eyes, breathed. Adjusted her bag. I’m fine. This is fine. Everything is fine. The door to her locker clicked shut. Her bunkmate had stuck a calendar to the wall. She didn’t look at it.

The corridors of Home One were bright, sterile, and nowhere near as crowded as they should have been. Jyn nodded to a soldier, was acknowledged by another, and then another. She was starting to recognize and be recognized by a surprising amount of people. Well, perhaps it wasn’t so surprising, given the givens, but it still took her aback, when she paused to think about it. She’d spent years as a transient. She wasn’t sure how she felt about having place, about being known again. At times, it felt very, very good. At others, it made panic well up behind her ribs. Right now, it was somewhere in between. She stepped out onto the hangar. The patrol was changing over; one squadron was approaching the bay, marshalled by a deck crew in baggy uniforms. A second was hopping into their X-wings, dragging down their helmets. She wondered at the overlap between that and her departure time, and then she thought of Bodhi, and wondered whether he was in either group. They’d had a lot of conversations, over the past couple of months, many of them about her father. Did he know? She could talk to him, probably. Not that either of them were available right now.

Not that it mattered. Because it didn’t, and it hadn’t, in years and years and years.

Cassian was waiting outside their ship, arms crossed. He didn’t quite smile at her. It was a reserved expression, for an ordinary person, but when worn by him, it felt like so much more. “I started to think you might not be coming.”

Her fist tightened around the strap of her bag. “I’m on time.”

“You’re five minutes late.”

Ah. That explained the overlap with the shift change. She supposed she’d known that. She shrugged. Beyond Cassian, she caught a glimpse of K-2, tinkering with a control panel.

“Hello, Kay. You’re looking well.”

He stilled. His head rotated toward her, slowly. The lights of his eyes winked out, winked back on. She was needling him, and she was doing it because it was its own sort of distraction. Her heart was thumping like the stupid thing that it was. She had to take her mind off it somehow.

“Jyn Erso,” he said. Droids couldn’t sigh, but it sounded like he had. “It’s very nice of you to join us. I’m thrilled.”

She huffed. It was a shame he couldn’t remember. She’d have to offer him her blaster again, one of these days.

She looked back at Cassian. The lines around his eyes and mouth had deepened. He looked amused. His gaze bounced to her bag, to her lips, back up to her eyes. He nodded, and then turned toward the open hatch. “Let’s go.”

Her stomach churned. Her heart hadn’t slowed. She breathed deep, and swallowed, and followed him on board.

They hadn’t spent a lot of time together. She’d thought it would be more, after everything, but in hindsight, that seemed foolish. He’d been doing a lot of physical therapy, and she’d been integrating into the Alliance, and their schedules hadn’t lined up all that often, and even after he was fully healed, they’d still be on separate duty much of the time. She ought to lower her expectations. Still, when they had been able to see one another, it had been...nice, in a way that she wanted to get used to. She hadn’t wanted that sort of thing in a long time.

She didn’t want to screw it up.

She sat in the cabin. She’d wedged herself into a nook, leaned her head against the wall. Durasteel amplified the sound of the air filtration system and piped it back into her ear. She mentally inventoried her weapons. She had her truncheon, and a few knives of varying lengths. There were two blasters in her pack. She thought of the world they were headed to. She thought of the city. There was a festival underway, which would serve as additional cover: off-worlders would draw less attention. She began to think about why she’d been tagged for this -- because Cassian wasn’t 100%, so he needed back-up; because he’d specifically asked for her -- but got off it.

She thought of Lah’mu. She thought of a moment, with lights and smiles and laughter, and her mother bending to kiss her father’s cheek, and him looking up at her, from his chair, with soft, kind eyes.

She rubbed her temples. The engine hummed and rumbled up through her lower half. K-2 said something to Cassian, who responded flatly. A part of her wanted to go up front, but there was an ache in her chest, and it rooted her to the floor. It shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t.

He came back to her, after the craft had dropped out of hyperspace. His face was impassive. She got the impression that he was reading her, that he was evaluating. It would be just her luck, wouldn’t it, if he could tell she had shit going on. You don’t have shit going on, and it’s not the first time he’s seen you.

“We’re preparing to land.”

“Good. I’ll get my things.”

She rose, collected her bag. He watched. He extended an arm, planting his elbow on the wall and his fist against an abutment on the ceiling. “We’ll be here for a few days, as a cushion.” It was a strange thing for him to say, as if he were trying to fill the silence.

“I know.”

The air thickened. She didn’t look at him, but she could feel him looking at her, feel his stance shifting. What was she doing? It was just a day, it was just a stupid day, and it had nothing to do with him, nothing at all.

“Right,” he said. She could hear his intake of breath. He tapped the abutment, then moved past her, quickly, and gathered his own things.

Her datapad was blinking.

She sat in their hotel room, on the edge of her bed. Cassian was in the fresher. Muffled sounds of revelry drifted up from the street. Her hands curled and uncurled around her comforter. It probably wasn’t a wise move, but she’d messaged Bodhi shortly after they’d settled in. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She’d never wanted, or needed, to talk to anyone before. Of course, she’d also never bothered remembering.

She reached for the device, and let out a long, slow breath.

Hi Jyn. It’s not a strange question at all. Yeah, I knew. He mentioned it last year. How are you doing?

She squeezed her eyes shut. Her chest burned, and her throat tightened.

I’m fine. How are you?

She stared at the cursor. Shifted around. Even if he was in a position to check his messages, and replied immediately, the distance would still cause a delay. Cassian emerged, looking put-together, professional. Well-dressed. It was fine. Everything was fine. He blinked at her.

“Bodhi,” she said. “I see.”

The datapad vibrated. She glanced down.

I don’t know. Feels weird.

It was odd, but somehow, until now, she hadn’t realized how close Bodhi had gotten to her father. All the talking they’d done, and it was this that drove it home. What was she to do with that? She was still getting used to letting people be there for her, and to being there for them in return. It felt like lifting an atrophied limb.

We can talk when I get back.

Could they? Really?

Yeah, okay.

Cassian was still standing there. The exchange had taken several minutes, and he’d just waited it out. It occurred to her that that was significant. Guilt stabbed at her chest.

It had nothing to do with him. Her pulse was racing, and it had nothing to do with him.

“Are you ready?” he asked, after she’d gone for a stretch without typing.

She dropped the datapad onto the bedside table. “Yeah,” she said. “Let’s go.”

His eyebrows dipped. His gaze fell to the floor. He’d read her again, at least in part, but she didn’t want to volunteer information. He sighed. “Good.” Started to take a step, stopped. His body went rigid. His eyes closed, his lips compressed into a thin line. A shadow fell over his face. He clenched his fists, and she saw his throat work, and she straightened, leaned forward, prepared to...do something. And then, as abruptly as it had started, it passed. He looked at her. Flashed a quick, tight smile.

Huh. Seemed he had his own shit.

They took the lift down to the ground floor. The last time they’d been in one, they’d clung to each other, and she’d looked at his face, and into his eyes, and felt a deep and desperate longing. Now, they stood side by side, with a respectable distance between them. Don’t screw it up. The door opened, and she swallowed, and they moved through the lobby, and then out into the world. Something bore down on her heart. They had only to meet with a contact; Cassian had only to confirm a transaction. It wasn’t a big deal. But the air was full, and so was the street.

There were people everywhere. They were singing. There were instruments, their sounds wafting over and cutting through the crowd. There were noisemakers and streamers. There were children running and hollering. There was a familiarity to it that tickled something in her mind. It would have to be related, wouldn’t it? Of course these things would come in bunches, rather than one at a time.

Cassian’s side knocked into hers. He placed his fingertips on her lower back, and bent toward her ear. “Stay close to me,” he said, his breath washing over the side of her face. The points of contact were hot. It felt natural to lean into him and wind her own arm around his lower back. He acquiesced. She breathed.

She thought of Eadu. Kriff.

This near to him, it was hard not to acknowledge her nerves. The reason for them was peering at her from around a corner. Her pulse raced.

It was fine. She was fine.

The ground dipped unexpectedly. Beside her, Cassian stiffened, and his breath hitched. She looked up at him, narrowed her eyes. She could have just ignored it again -- should have, really -- but her concern for him won out.

“Are you all right?”

The hand on her back went as stiff as the rest of him. “Yes,” he replied, a tad gruffly. He met her gaze. “Are you?”

Well. That wasn’t fair at all. She stared at him. They’d come to a stop; they were at the edge of the crowd, but streams of people still parted around him. Music pounded in her head. Its rhythm clashed with the beat of her heart, which was fast and foolish.

“Yeah. Course.”

He shook his head, made an exasperated noise. “Right.” His hand fell away. The spot where it had been felt cold and empty.

Why did it have to be this way? If she didn’t want to screw things up, then why did she seem to be doing just that? She didn’t know how to balance it. Maybe it was too much to hope for, nurturing whatever it was that was growing between them, while blocking off a part of herself, stalling a conversation that she dreaded.

She sighed, swallowed. He knew that she was off; she had to give him something to work with. She was opening her mouth to speak when she caught a glimpse of a woman and a man, pausing beside a building. There was a little girl between them, adjusting the straps on her boots with slow, half-practiced movements. She was very small, and very young, and on her shoulders, there lay two brown braids.

It clicked, all of the things that had been familiar. All-Species Week. She could hardly remember that day, but the few impressions that remained were more than enough. The pair of hastily packed bags. The tense, breathless walk through colorful, chaotic streets. The press of bodies. Her mother’s agitation. Her father, clutching her to his chest. The ship. The flight. Saw, and his map.

You’ve chosen a good home for us, Stardust.

Kriff. The air was heavy, and too warm. It was hard to breathe. Cassian frowned at her.

“...Jyn?”

“I need a second.” She pushed her way off the street, placed her palms against the wall of a building. The corners of her eyes stung.

This was stupid. It shouldn’t bother her so much. It shouldn’t matter, any of it. She’d been so good at not thinking about it, about leaving the past where it lay, but now… Things had changed. A couple of months ago, things had changed. She’d seen him. She’d spoken to him, and she’d watched him die. The past had mattered then. Oh, how it had mattered, so much so that it had turned her into a blubbering mess, and then it had lit her skin on fire.

Footsteps, behind her and then next to her. Cassian, his brow creased with concern. She forced herself to turn and straighten, so that they were facing each other, their shoulders to the wall.

He was very close to her. “Jyn, what is going on?”

She didn’t want to tell him. Force, there was no use turning away from it, now, because it did have to do with him. Kriff, kriff, it did. She didn’t want to tell him, because he’d almost been the one to kill him, and she didn’t want to bring that back up, didn’t want to have to deal with it. She’d been ignoring it, because not ignoring it might ruin everything. She liked him. Kriff, she liked him, she wanted to get to know him, she wanted to spend more time with him, she wanted to keep working with him, and getting anywhere near the circumstances surrounding their meeting could jeopardize that.

“Jyn, please. Talk to me.”

And then, just like that, she blurted it out: “It’s his birthday.”

He stilled. “What?”

Her throat was stuffed with balled-up linen. “It’s my father’s birthday.”

“Today?”

“Yes.”

He exhaled. His shoulders relaxed and fell forward. He looked off to the side for a moment, then back at her. “I’m…” His throat bobbed. “I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.”

Yeah. He sure was. She felt her thoughts, and her heart, angle away from him. She felt a spark of old anger, the very thing she’d hoped to keep from coming back. She blinked. Tears clung to her eyelashes. His expression was so earnest. His hands were hovering, like he wanted to touch her, but wasn’t sure how, or whether he should.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s clearly not.”

“Neither is your back.”

He breathed hard through his nose. “No, but it’s where it should be, and it’s getting better.” He pursed his lips, and tapped her arm. “C’mon. We’re going back to the hotel.”

She frowned. “Your contact.”

“We arranged to meet within a window. We have time.”

She was a fool. And ridiculous. And a mess. She wanted to argue. She wanted to tell him that the mission was more important, a sentiment she was pretty sure he’d get behind. She wanted to be back on a distraction. But she knew it was too late for that.

“Okay.”

He closed his hand around her arm, and she let him lead her back.

They sat next to each other, the sides of their hands barely touching. Outside, a popular song was taken up, and hundreds of voices belted out the words.

“He called you Stardust.”

She nodded. “He could be very sentimental.” Except when he couldn’t. Her memories of Mac-Vee were as washed out as her memories of the escape from Coruscant, but she knew what they meant. “And when we were on Lah’mu, he tried to make it…” Seem simple. Normal. Happy.

She recalled him sitting in a darkened corner of the kitchenette, his features sharpened by shadow. One hand had been wrapped around a glass; the other had bracketed his forehead, thumb and forefinger pressed into his temples. He’d drunk silently and alone, and she’d watched him until, at length, he’d noticed her, and pushed the glass aside. Something had passed over his face, and then it had been replaced by a half-smile. “What are you doing up?”

Wondering.

In retrospect, it occurred to her that he’d never purposely drank in front of her, after Coruscant. It had been part of the illusion.

Her head hung. Her chin touched her collar bone. It was hard to talk about this. It was terrible. It wasn’t what she’d wanted. She was crying again, and she hated it.

“He loved you.”

Her whole body went taut. Her thoughts jumped, danced, skittered. She held her breath, and everything was ready, ready, like she was on the edge of a fight.

“He would have been proud of you.”

Her head swung toward him. Hadn’t he already said that? She couldn’t be sure.

Cassian was breathing, and blinking. She considered that the spark hadn’t lit. The anger hadn’t been strong enough. He looked her in the eye, and leaned forward.

“I’m sorry, Jyn.”

It wasn’t what she’d expected. He shouldn’t be reacting the way he was. They shouldn’t be having this conversation, and even if they were, it shouldn’t be calm, and it shouldn’t be making her feel better, and it wasn’t how things were supposed to go. The past hurt. Because it hurt, people recoiled when confronted by it. People left. People betrayed. They had a past, she and Cassian, despite their short history, and that was a kriffing liability. They ought to be dispensing with it. They ought to be pretending it wasn’t anything, carrying on with all the talking and touching as if nothing had come before.

But she couldn’t live that way anymore, whether she’d accepted it or not. The hatch was open.

“I know.”

His tears hadn’t fallen, but they clouded his eyes. She folded her hand over his. He inhaled. They made eye contact. Something warm sprouted in her chest, spread outward. She realized that she wasn’t screwing it up. There was no fighting, and no rejection; he was trying, same as her, and goodness, it felt good just to say, just to have someone hear. She took it further, and heart pounding, veins burning, she realized that there was a way to distract herself and get to know him at the same time.

“Tell me about your parents.”

#rebelcaptainweek #rc week: day one #therebelcaptainnetwork #rebelcaptain #jyssian #jyn x cassian #angst #jyn erso & bodhi rook #jyn erso & galen erso #jyn relearing how emotions and memories work

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sleepykalena · 7 years ago

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I still need to finish writing this smut fic for RebelCaptain Smut Weekend, but I had a chat with @grexigone about drawing (specifically, that one time last year where my dominant wrist got so fucked up from tendinitis that I had to finish the class drawing with my opposite hand), and a stupid little thing popped up in my head, so have sum fic instead of sum fuck:

The timer wound down to the final five minutes and gave a gentle “beep-beep!”.

“Five minutes left,” Cassian said stiffly.

Jyn winced. It was nowhere near finished, but she had to keep pushing. Her left hand gripped the charcoal as best she could and pressed down gently to get that shadow across the plane of Cassian’s leg down on the toned paper. Her shoulder ached, she’d been drawing for the better part of an hour now, but she had to- just had to- get as much in as she could. Jyn’s elbow swung up and down as her movements became more frantic, like a mechanic dramatically twisting a wrench to get the most out of one rotation.

She didn’t want it to end. It wasn’t complete. She still hadn’t added-

Highlights.

Fuck.

“Two minute warning,” Cassian reminded her gently, the fatigue clear on his face and arm. His body was twisted, sitting on a stool, and even he was feeling tested by this hour. The blue tape pressed here and there on his body to mark his pose was starting to peel off, and the bright angled studio lights were beginning to burn him on one side by now. He wasn’t looking at her (the pose didn’t call for it), but he could hear the hurried swff swff of the media on paper, and he knew his words weren’t enough. “You’ve got this,” he said, a kind and quiet encouragement.

Jyn certainly didn’t think so.

She grabbed the white conte crayon and squinted at the harsh lights, looking for the highlights on his face and body.

Here.

There.

Down the bridge of his nose. The tiny, slight glint in his eyes. Just the left one though. Down his bicep. Near the dip of his collarbone. The top plane of his thighs, now misty with sweat. His sharp cheekbone. The shine in his hair. Just under the belly button. The slight bulge in the muscle on his forearm.

The timer beeped down to its final minute.

She whimpered.

It felt so incredibly hopeless to use her other hand to get this drawing done. But she was already behind, so behind, and she had to beg to use the studio during the weekends to catch up, but-

No, not now.

She grabbed the charcoal again, realizing that her highlights were pushing the drawing to be too light in color, and did some last-minute flicks to get some of the darker shadows in.

That spot in his ear. His iris. The sharp plane change in his fingers as they bent and gripped. His jawline. Just between his legs, where they met at his hips-

Beep-beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep-beep!

She sighed as she set the charcoal down on the floor and got up from her horse.

As Cassian relaxed, she hesitantly walked over to the the back of the studio, and winced as she turned around to look at her drawing from afar.

She hated it.

It was all wrong.

Did this even look like Cassian?

It kind of did. But mostly didn’t.

She wanted to cry.

Jyn had three more drawings left to submit for her class, and Cassian was already generous enough to offer to model for him, but if all four drawings wound up this bad, then she wasn’t sure if she could pass the class, and-

“You’re overthinking it again, aren’t you?” Cassian asked while tying up his robe, finally able to cover himself.

“It’s not overthinking if you know it’s true,” Jyn mumbled, and she turned around to try and wash the charcoal off her hands. Using her right hand, she scrubbed the soap in as hard as she could, but the grip she applied on her blackened left hand sent a jolt of pain up her right arm, and she hissed in pain.

She had to keep scrubbing. She had to do something.

Cassian placed a hand over the faucet handle and slowly turned it off before putting paper towels in her line of sight. She took it, realizing she was getting herself in too deep, and the crinkle of the paper was the only thing that sounded in the studio. He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her back to face the drawing, still leaning against the horse about ten paces away.

“Now, let’s take a look,” he said.

There was a moment of silence and Cassian tilted his head. Surely, he was reaching around for some kind remark to appease her. Some sort of “I like how you _______,” meant to be generic praise to soothe someone for having drawn something so terrible.

Then, “I don’t think my muscles are that great, to be honest.”

Ouch.

“Yeah,” Jyn sighed. “You’re right, I should’ve added more shadows there, it’s so plain-”

“No, I mean, there’s no way my muscles look that great in real life,” Cassian corrected.

That couldn’t be right; muscles are normally something she’s relatively proud of when she draws.

“They do look like that, though,” she replied, confused.

“I look like a freaking Adonis in this drawing- were you thinking of some hot actor and just put him in there instead of me?” he teased.

Jyn rolled her eyes. “Yeah, in fact I was thinking about Channing Tatum the whole time.”

“Hey,” he said, pinching her sides as a tease before pulling her hips against his. “The drawing is great, though- honestly. It just seems like you made me look way too good on paper.”

“It still doesn’t really look like you though,” she sighed, suddenly aware of the breath bouncing back on her face as he continued to close the distance between them. “Without my right hand, I can’t get the lines down correctly; my left hand isn’t trained for that, and all I can do is make blocks of shadows here and there. But that’s about it. It’s terrible, and inaccurate.”

Cassian looked at the drawing again, then back at her. “You used the tan toned paper instead of the usual grey.”

Jyn’s face turned pink at being called out for her paper choice. “Yeah, um…I wanted to make sure the paper matched the warmth.”

A smile grew on Cassian’s face as he heard the compliment. “The tones you put down feel very me, too. I’ve got that hip tilt thing I always do, and you nailed it.”

She chuckled, her breath bouncing off his chin this time. “I always thought it was cute.”

He tilted her chin up to get her to look at him directly. “Did you have me pose like that because you wanted to draw things you liked about me?”

Jyn was definitely aware of the lack of space between them now. “I thought that if you posed to highlight things I like about you, then it’d be easier to draw more accurately. I was wrong, though, but-”

“You aren’t. I love it. I just…” he chuckled softly as his forehead pressed against hers. “I didn’t think these were things you liked about me. My nose, my arms, my hands; all these things you put a lot of care and attention to, I didn’t realize you actually liked them.”

“I love those things about you,” Jyn responded, now a mumble that was nearing a whisper. For the whole hour she was drawing, Jyn felt panicked, like a boat out at sea in the dead of the night, the waves tossing her back and forth and beating down on her. Cassian’s words felt like a cozy blanket in the aftermath of that storm, and she wanted to curl up into it and let the warmth reach down to her soul.

“Let me look at you.”

What?

She looked up at him, meeting his eyes as his head withdrew to get a better look at her.

Jyn’s hair was a mess, her eyes tired, a few smears of charcoal across her nose, her left cheekbone, and even just a smudge on her hairline.

She was beautiful.

“I’m not an artist, and I can’t draw, and I’m really not a model,” Cassian said, and Jyn felt something prod her gently at her stomach. “But if you’d let me, I’d like to show you the things I like about you.”

Jyn wasn’t entirely sure what there could be for him to like, but as he brought her right wrist up to his lips and they ghosted her palms before trailing up to the sensitive part of her forearm, she had a faint idea of what he might like about her. She felt his other hand travel up her back and he gripped firmly at the back of her neck, right at the base of her skull, and instinctively she tilted her head to expose her neck to him.

Cassian ran his tongue slowly at the pulse point of her neck, trailing up before stopping at her earlobe. Jyn let out a quivered breath, and Cassian could feel her body twitch in surprise and arousal. Smiling, he nipped at her earlobe before pressing his lips up to her ear and, asking quietly like a secret meant for only the two of them despite the studio being otherwise empty, he asked, “Will you let me?”

She looked at the studio’s clock across the room. “I want to, but I only have the studio for 20 more minutes today.”

Jyn felt his hands trail down to the front of her shirt to unbutton it slowly, one by one, as if 20 minutes was more than enough for them.

“I should get started now, then,” he said, and he continued to let his hands and mouth show her what parts of her he liked the most.

#rebelcaptain #fanfic #ficlet #suggestive but not enough for smut weekend #sleepy fics #off to wondercon i go!#fluff #modern au #angst and comfort #whoops there goes the writing that should've been for the fic i actually need to get finished

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dalleyan · 3 years ago

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Snowbound (Rogue One AU story, ch 3 posted, 12-18-21)

Holiday plans go awry when a winter storm strands several travellers. Little did Jyn Erso, or any of her guests, realize how much the event would affect their lives. [7 chapters]

Chapter 3 - (Day 3, Dec 23)

To Jyn’s surprise, Cassian made more than one trip out to the barn, or stood gazing at it from the window. She couldn’t imagine what he found so fascinating about it – it was just a barn. And why would he want to be out in the snow and cold?

The next time he came back inside, she asked, “Why do you go outside to get to the barn? Why don’t you use the walkway? It’s still cold, but less so since you’d be out of the wind and snow.”

He gave her a sheepish grin. “I, uh, can’t figure out where it connects inside the house. I looked where I thought it was, but couldn’t find any kind of door. I know I’m missing something. I guess I should have just asked you.”

She laughed. “Clearly you didn’t ask Baze about it either – he found it all on his own.”

The big man looked up from his book. “I did? When?”

“The pump room – there’s an exterior door from there that enters the walkway. That’s part of why the shelves in the pantry rotate to cover it – it helps keep the house warmer since that area isn’t heated. You figured out how to move the shelves all on your own.”

“That was just luck. I caught hold of the side to reach an upper shelf and must have pulled hard enough that it swung toward me. That will teach me not to use the footstool in there.”

Turning back to Cassian, Jyn pursued her questioning. “So what’s so interesting about the barn? I mean, it’s nice enough as barns go, but nothing special.”

“Had you ever considered turning this place into a shelter for homeless or abused women or such?” Cassian cocked his head as he waited for her to answer.

“That would be a good use for it,” Baze offered. “All this space and the outdoors and fresh air. You could even have gardens they could work to feel like they contribute.”

“It would take some doing, but the barn could be converted to a dormitory of sorts, or small rooms,” Cassian added.

“I don’t know…” Though Jyn hadn’t thought that far ahead, it did align with her idea of doing something useful with her life, something to help others. “We’re kind of far from the big cities. And it would take a lot of money to make everything suitable. I don’t even know what all would be required to attempt such a thing.”

From the stairs, Kayden chimed in, “You’d need special permits and premise inspections once it was ready, to make sure it met regulations for such facilities.” He turned and continued into the kitchen.

Jyn raised an eyebrow watching his disappearing back. Kayden was something of an odd duck, but he seemed a decent fellow. Somehow she had the suspicion he knew what he was talking about.

As if to confirm her thoughts, Cassian told her, “K is a legal assistant and researches a lot of topics for his work, and his memory is flawless. If he’s speaking with such assurance, he probably read about it previously for some reason. You can bet it will prove accurate.”

“Of course it is accurate.” K returned from the kitchen after depositing his dirty dishes in the sink. “I researched a group home seven months ago. I could find the requirements in my files, and Cassian could provide a blueprint for the barn conversion.” He moved on up the stairs, leaving them to ponder his words.

“He’s right, I could – I’d be happy to help,” Cassian volunteered.

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melyzard · 7 years ago

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Got tagged by @crazy-fruit and @imsfire2 for that "5 Things" meme, and I meant to answer all the questions but then I got weirdly stuck on "5 things in my bag." See, the problem is, I don't have "a bag." I have lots and lots of pockets, belt loops, and a boot sheath, but I do not have a bag. So...look, I wrote a fanfic about it.

Sort of.

“Good morning, sir, ma’am, welcome aboard The Unstoppable Force,” the cheerful Human greeted Cassian and Jyn loudly as they walked up to the transport. “Make sure you’re not booked on our sister ship, The Immovable Object.” She laughed at her own joke and pointed over to the nearest landing spot, where an equally old and patchworked shuttle was being prepped for similar departure.

Jyn shot Cassian a look, which he ignored. “Thank you, Chief Manchot,” he said blandly. “I believe this is the correct ship.”

“Awesome,” the chief enthused. “Always happy to carry officers around, to be honest with you, sir. They get the best destinations.” She shoved a datapad decorated with glittering red and purple flowers in Jyn’s direction. “Sign in, please, and we’ll get you up and in the hyperlanes in a Kessel minute!”

Jyn instinctively stepped back from the flailing datapad, eyeing the bright smile of the stranger with some consternation. It was two hours before the day rotation began, and most of the rebels moving through the hangar had the sluggish step of the newly-woken or the tired drag of the too-long-awake. The dim light of pre-dawn was only just infusing the heavy dark of this planet’s moonless night, softening the world’s edges and muting its colors and sounds. Everything had a gentle sort of blur to it – except for the patch of ground where Chief Manchot stood, with her too bright hair and too bright eyes and far, far too bright smile. “Here you go, Lieutenant!” she half-shouted, and laughed as she saw Jyn glance at the flowers on her datapad. “Oh, that’s just so no one grabs mine by mistake,” she leaned in conspiratorially and winked. “Sait kept grabbing it to play Angry Droids, but he hates flowers.” She wiggled the ‘pad at Jyn again, who edged slightly further back and tried not to grab her truncheon. “Works like a charm.”

“An excellent strategy, Chief,” Cassian said coolly, coming to his partner’s rescue with a faint smile. He casually took the datapad from the loud woman’s hands and tapped in a long code to the manifest, which made the screen beep and flash green.

“Oooooooh, one of those,” Manchot cooed, her eyes somehow lighting up even brighter and her smile improbably growing. “Haven’t had a –“ she swept a painfully obvious glance around the small hangar and then winked at Cassian, “secret mission in ages! Right this way, folks, and oy, Sait! Get ‘er spooled up, we got Vee-Eye-Peas!”

Jyn scowled and stomped after her, shooting a glance back at her partner. Cassian kept his eyes studiously on the shuttle, but Jyn could see the faint lines around his mouth that meant he was hiding a smile. “You said this was the most discrete option,” she growled under her breath.

“The Unstoppable Force crew has a ninety-three percent success rate on successful drop offs, and a ninety-one percent rate for successful pick ups,” he replied calmly. “They and The Immovable Object are considered one of our best aerial transport units in the rebel fleet.”

High praise, she thought, considering that both Etti Light Freighters looked like they had been dragged through a meteor shower backwards, and were at least ten years past their primes. The crew of each looked about five to six strong, on ships that normally required at least twenty. “You can opt out of this one,” Cassian told her quietly as they drew close, his voice dropping below the cheery shouts of Chief Manchot and the answering voices of her crew. “It only called for a single operative.”

Jyn looked at him, and the smile lines around his mouth deepened slightly. “Just pointing it out,” he said lightly, and settled the strap of his duffel more firmly on his shoulder.

“Ninety-one percent.” Jyn muttered, eying the two transports with pursued lips and pausing at the base of Unstoppable’s ramp. “Are those their reported numbers, or Intel’s numbers?”

Cassian brushed a hand against the small of her back reassuringly and walked confidently up into the ramp. “Kay’s,” he called back over his shoulder as he disappeared into the hold.

Jyn swallowed a sigh and marched up the ramp herself. Inside the freighter wasn’t much more impressive, although there were fewer exposed wires than she’d expected and almost no rust marks. At least The Unstoppable Force was well maintained, Jyn tried to reassure herself. And Kay didn’t give good numbers unless he meant them.

“You can sling your bags in your sleeping compartment!” Chief Manchot shouted from somewhere down the passageway towards what Jyn presumed was the cockpit. “Larenz! Show our veeps where they can kip for the duration!”

A sullen looking Human adolescent slunk from around the corner, all dyed black hair and grungy mechanic’s clothes – although Jyn noted somewhat sardonically that the grunge was more artful than incidental, all the holes cut by a neat hand, the stains all the same color. A mess, but a carefully styled and maintained mess. The kid grunted at them both, and jerked their head at a side passage that led towards berthing. “Sleep there,” they muttered, pointing a black-painted fingernail.

“Thank you, Sergeant Larenz,” Cassian said politely. The sergeant (and it occurred to Jyn that maybe she was getting old, that she felt even mildly disturbed at seeing a teenager with a rank on their chest) slouched against the bulkhead next to the door and shrugged at them. “Is there anything else we need to know?” Cassian asked, stepping forward slightly and then pausing when the kid stayed right where they were, not moving out of the way to the door. “Or some other message you needed to pass on?”

Larenz stared at him through half-closed eyes. Cassian stood still, one hand half extended to the partially obscured door handle, his face blank.

It was Jyn’s turn to roll her eyes – she wasn’t much for children, but even she knew never to get caught in a staring match with a disaffected teen. If she left this one up to Cassian, they’d be standing in the hallway for the rest of the trip. “Out of the way, kid,” she stepped forward and gently elbowed the adolescent aside. “You’ll get paid when we get where we’re going.”

The teen shrugged and slouched a few steps away as if nothing had happened. “Duffels go under the bed,” they said in a bored tone. “You can put your purse in the overhead storage.”

Jyn blinked. “My what?” But Larenz was already turning the far corner and didn’t bother to reply. Cassian stepped in behind her and closed the door.

“Teenagers,” he grumbled under his breath, and reached over Jyn’s head to settle his folded parka in the small compartment over the narrow bed.

"What’s a purse?” Jyn demanded, shoving the thin mattress up and dumping her duffel in the compartment underneath. Cassian leaned around her to set his next to hers, and Jyn lowered the bed back into place.

“A small bag that people use to carry personal items they need throughout their average day,” Cassian replied, stepping sideways into the small personal ‘fresher attached to their narrow quarters. "Common in the Core and Inner Rim, usually substituted for a satchel or rucksack in the Mid Rim."

"All your stuff in one container?" Jyn raised an eyebrow. "So you can get robbed all at once?"

Cassian chuckled softly. "They have their uses," he said mildly, opening a small cabinet in the 'fresher and flicking the shower door open to check for signs of surveillance. “They gave us the largest passenger berthing,” he said with a note of pleasure in his voice. “I guess the Chief likes us.”

“Don’t know why,” Jyn pulled her spare knives from her boots and considered the room thoughtfully.

“She might just be one of those people,” Cassian shrugged and ran the tap for a moment, scrubbing the cold water over his face.

“One of what people?” Yes, it looked like her smallest vibroblade would fit neatly in the slot by the door, which would put it within Cassian’s reach from the bed. Her second smallest went under the mattress, close to the wall so it would be accessible to Jyn at night. They could easily sling a blaster holster under the overhead compartment on the bed, too. There, she felt better already.

Cassian sidled back out of the ‘fresher, a move that brought him close to her back. Once, he might have pressed himself back against the wall and Jyn would have leaned close to the bed and they would have pretended there was a lot more space between them than physics allowed. Now, he stepped a little forward and slid his hands around her hips. Jyn leaned back immediately, enjoying the sensation of solid warmth surrounding her, steady, familiar, safe. “You know,” he murmured against her hair, his body relaxing slightly against her, “the people who like other people.”

“Ah,” Jyn closed her eyes and tilted her head back. “One of those.”

They stood a moment longer, only the sound of their breathing and the distant hum of the hangar echoing in their ears. This, Jyn knew, was why she fought in this war. The universe was vast and overflowing with life and noise and the violence of existence, but sometimes…sometimes it was this, too. Sometimes it was the tiny silence and the brief warmth of a simple embrace, everything she needed in a few slow breaths.

Then the metal floor shook, and the whine of a starting engine escalated into the steady roar of a ship ready to launch. Cassian dropped his arms, Jyn straightened, and together they stepped back out into the vast universe.

#rogue one #my writing #jyn erso #cassian andor #rebelcaptain #tag meme #sort of #I'll probably try the other questions too #later #also Manchot is the French word for penguin #I think #in honor of pingou7 #who draws nice art #and seems like a generally nice person #and may or may not be anything all like Chief Manchot #anyway #I had some time at lunch #so here

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pingou7 · 7 years ago

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A car, two cops and a stardust — a RebelCaptain road trip fic

by @pingou7 pingou for @thestarbirdfromtheashes Starbird

(aka the Road trip fic Diego Luna’s filmography made me write)

Read and enjoy, and please consider leaving me a few words.

Summary:

As the dusty roads criss under Kes Dameron’s old car, Cassian Andor lets the wind mess with his hair through the open window. Dust, sunshine, laughter, its easy to recapture the taste of days long gone.

(…)

At a gas station near Corpus Chirsti, when they climb back after taking a piss, both jump out of their skins as a random brunette, eyes thunderous, hisses dangerously from the backseat:

“Just pretend I’m not here.”

Update: Part 5 is (finally) up!

(I dedicate this one to @sleepykalena because she likes this fic so much it makes me happy. This update is for you especially Char, hope it delivers...)

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Part 5 — From Tijuana to Caborca, Sonora, Mexico Day 3

There’s a sense of homecoming as Cassian stares out the window, dust flying around, rocky mountains... more colorful houses, more colorful life. But of course the quiet in the car was starting to creep Kes out and he switched on the radio. He too seems happy to drive back to mother land, as a man’s soulful voice carries out from the speakers.

Only on air it’s actually Propuesta Indecente — one of the Damerons favorite bachata songs — and soon Kes is wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at him. Andor struggles not to burst out of laughter and he hopes Jyn doesn’t have so much grip on Spanish as to translate what these lyrics mean:

¿Qué dirías si esta noche

Te seduzco en mi coche?

Que se empañen los vidrios

Y la regla es que goces

Well, to be honest, the idea of seducing Jyn in the car tonight until glasses get fogged wouldn’t be so far fetched — nor unwelcome — but Kes is here. So as evocative as the song might be, the sudden fantasy of a flushed Jyn lying on the hood of his brother’s old mustang is nothing but a pretty image.

He squirms in the seat, dry throated and changes the song. His brother sniggers, but as Quiero qué me quieras starts — again — he is lost in the song and forgets to tease him. Jyn is on the back seat, rummaging through the bag Gina lent her but at Kes’ demand, she reaches behind her, stretching, to retrieve his old white cowboy hat.

Cassian avoids to look at her to put the thing on top of the driver’s head, however, the sight is slightly ridiculous — he exchanged this for a baseball cap as a teen — and like the car, Dameron kept it out of sentimentality, despite having outgrown both.

He wants to broach the subject of Jyn, but he doesn’t know how. As usual, thanks to his sunny brother there’s a relative impression of carefreeness, but while she seems to be drinking the sights, the fugitive is far from sharing any kind goofing:

Her back is upright, her shoulders squared against her seat and she looks ready to bolt, more so than she did crossing the border. He realizes he didn’t hear the sound of her voice since then and it sits ill with him: the cop in Andor wants to interrogate her and the man just wants to reach out.

They stop in Tijuana to refuel and of course, Cassian insists on putting on his matching tourist cap. He’s not really Captain Andor here, just Cass — and if Kes-adillas gets to wear his old cowboy hat, then he doesn’t get to comment on it. Jyn rolls her eyes at their antics, but agrees to get a larger head cloth than the one she has. It covers her hair, twisting safely around her neck... it looks a bit exotic to be honest, oriental almost, but she puts it on with a long acquired ease that makes him wonder.

Everything she does and doesn’t say makes him wonder, and he doesn’t like it.

Eventually, as the urgency of their reaching San Diego no longer exists — God willing — Kes decides to stretch his legs, calling his wife for a bit. Neither Cassian nor Jyn leave the car though, as he ponders on the old fashioned map that marks their spots, like a way of the cross. After all, the original plan was their yearly pilgrimage to Bernal and the brunette behind him doesn’t alter that. In any way whatsoever. Of course not.

“So, Jyn, have you ever been to Mexico?”

“No, I’ve been to Columbia for a few months, but that’s all.”

“Vacation? Work? Schooling?”

“Nope, none of that, through it was really... formative.”

Her cryptic and elusive answers are driving him madder each time. If it wasn’t leisure nor work or school, what could have been her reason for going to South America? He senses she’s not lying, but as usual she’s the opposite of forthcoming. He thinks she’s voluntarily leaving clues for him, but these pieces only serve to confuse him more.

Kes slides in again, but he’s frowning, and the car is oddly silent. Cassian keeps his mouth shut, knowing he’d better wait for Kay’s information to provide a starting point on his probing. Meanwhile, his brother asks about their next stop — Caborca, in Sonora, still around six hours of driving — in a sullen voice that intrigues Jyn.

“I thought you wanted to ease up on the gas pedal?”

“I thought you were on the run,” Kes retorts moodily.

“Not at present,” she answers nonplussed,”which was the point. I mean, don’t speed up on my account.”

Kes sighs and slides out again, ignoring their surprise. Cassian goes after him, and they settle for a chat by the road. His brother is fishing for something in his pockets, if they were younger it might have been a pack and a lighter, but both had quit years before. Whatever it is, he can’t find it however, and lets out a curse.

“Care to tell me what’s wrong, cabrón?”

“Should I make a list? Gina, the wayward cat, the crappy car. My son misses me.”

“Hey, it was all the same an hour ago, only you were not an ass then.”

“We’re not all as good as you for compartmentalizing, Captain Andor. We should have flown there.”

“To Bernal?”

“Yep. Time’s short, life’s short. The sooner we are in Bernal, the sooner we can go back to our lives. I didn’t want to leave Tia.”

Okay, so this is Kes freaking out, that Cassian can deal with. He won’t tease him or offer him platitudes, but he’d thought a phone call to Shara would have served as damage control. Clearly he’d underestimated Kes’ helplessness. He pats his shoulder, as he states:

“We knew she wasn’t great, cursí. Gina’s old.”

“Shut up rudo, old or not, it’s not okay. We’re talking about family here. Rules don’t apply.”

It’s Cassian’s turn to sigh this time, noting his brother’s petulant tone is exactly the same as little Poe’s. For all his nephew took after Shara, whining seems to be a Dameron trait.

“They do, even, perhaps especially when we don’t wish them to. She was happy to see us though, it counts for something right? And, you know, we’re gonna see her in a few days.”

“Remind me why we thought this long ass road trip was a good idea?”

“No money to spare on plane tickets.”

“Come on, this trip isn’t cheap.”

“But we wouldn’t have Jyn with us.”

“You’re clingy for a guy that picked a stray three days ago. What makes you think she won’t ditch us, now that she’d crossed the border? She may have left the car already for all we know, or better, stole it altogether.”

“Don’t be a dick. Let’s go back now, if you’re so worried she’s gonna disappear.”

“I’m not a worrier, you are.”

“Then start acting like it!”

When they get back to the car, Jyn isn’t in the back seat and for a heartbeat or two, both cops are stunned, speechless. Cassian feels his blood rushing out of his cheeks for the first time in more than a decade — he is usually level headed, a good element — and it takes the horn honking to snap him out of it.

Jyn, mysterious runaway that she is, has passed behind the wheel. He sees it, yet his brain takes a whole second to process the information. Kes opens the door on the driver’ side, puzzlement written all over his face.

“What are you doing?”

“I thought you were tired of the rotation by now, so... I looked at the map. I can do my share, if that’s okay.”

She’s impassive, but her voice hints at a slight uncertainty and she avoids their eyes, fixing the road in front of her like she could start the car by sheer force of will. Cassian exhales loudly — out of relief or resignation, perhaps — and chooses to regain his place next to her, strapping himself in. Once he’s done, he gestures to Dameron to get in the car too, which he does after some stalling, and says to Jyn:

“I’m surprised by the fact that you waited for us. You could have fled.”

“With this piece of junk? Not likely. Plus, ditching cops with their own car wouldn’t help my case.”

“It sure wouldn’t,” Cassian agrees while he watches her starting the car and resuming their travel.

“You’re doing okay with this side of the road?”

“What, why,” she asks dubiously, eyes narrowing.

“You’re Brit, right? Didn’t you drive the other way around?”

“Relax, officer Kes-adillas, I’ll do fine, besides, when I first started to drive, there wasn’t any road to begin with.“

“No exactly reassuring,” he mumbles, but since he doesn’t ask for the keys, Jyn smiles.

“You’ll have your baby back as soon as we reach the next city, if you want.”

But they let her drive for three hours before they stop for the night. She looks heartened by their compliance, expecting the cops to reclaim the wheel anytime, yet Kes concentrates on chilling out and Cassian prefers to focus on his emails — okay, he might steal a glance at her profile from time to time, so what if he does? He’s just checking she’s not getting tired or stressed by the road, and she does cut a fine figure in the bright tones left by dusk.

The hotel staff they’re staying at were able to point the trio a serviceable phone, so Jyn made her mandatory call to wherever her brother lives in the States. Cassian has more luck though, and thanks to her passport, Kay managed to send him intel right on his phone, that he reads up greedily, with Kes frowning at his shoulder.

When she gets back with a taco, she picks up instantly the rise of tension in the room. For a whole minute nobody talks and Jyn finishes her food with both men staring at her.

“So, guys, what’s the plan tomorrow? I’d thought you’d have lots to chat about, why the long faces?”

“Anything we have to say, you don’t want to hear.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You tell us, Jyn, or is it Liana? You sure spent a few months in jail under that name, so do you prefer we use Kestrel?”

“Wait, how do you... you snooped around my stuff,” she asks furiously, pointing a accusative finger at Cassian.

She looks comically affronted for a common thief, but now isn’t the time to point it out, though the corner of Kes' lips is lifting.

“I did, and if you think it was wrong of me, then you should have been more open, so I didn’t have to.”

“Sorry I’m not the kind of girl who unloads a lifetime of anecdotes on car rides. Chirrut told me I could trust you on the phone, so I did, but it’s just… I wasn’t sure I could trust you and you already proved us wrong.”

The name doesn’t ring a bell at all, and the cops frown in sync, crossing their arms — it’s their classic bad cops pose, Shara usually mocks — but nobody here feels like joking. Yet another thing Jyn hides from them.

“Does he know us, then, this Chirrut?” Kes asks.

“No, I don’t think so, but he doesn’t need to, okay? I can’t explain it but he knows stuff. If he says you’re trustworthy then you are.”

“You’re nuts, and even so, if you or whoever else think we’re trustworthy, then why won’t you bloody tell us what’s going on with you?!”

“I don’t have to tell you shit!”

“God woman, we’re trying to help you!”

“I don’t ask for help, I’m managing on my own!”

“Scuse me,” Kes interrupts in a milder tone despite his own frustration, “but you did hide in my car, and against all odds, we’re still dragging you with us, so...”

“Right, sorry I crashed at your Charolastras party, but for the record you insisted! Anyway I’ll be gone tomorrow.”

“We’ll see about that!” Kes retorts hotly, whereas Cassian’s ire runs so cold he’d fear frostbite.

His furor is leaving him thankfully tongue-tied, but he’s as furious as his brother. He’s just used to repress his angry bursts. She is too, but when nobody speaks or move for a few heavy seconds she storms out of the room and Cassian is so frustrated at her cowardice he can’t see straight, gripping the counter with sweaty hands.

Kes swears heartily, pours himself a drink. Cassian drinks too, four long gulps to settle his nerves. It does little. When they eventually decide to get to bed — the do need to resume the trip in a few hours — Kes pushes him towards the room next to the one we reserved for him. When Cassian asks what the hell he’s thinking, his traitor of a brother replies:

“Our bromance means I have to interfere, so try to be persuasive with her. And man up, cause I’m planning to have phone sex or something.”

“TMI.”

“Don’t complain, if you play your cards correctly you might get hot, angry sex while I have to make do.”

“You left your wife only three days ago. She really has you by the balls.”

“Yep, I’m not ashamed of that, and I think it’s a feeling you’ll soon be familiar with Cass. Let’s just see how you’ll handle that then, at least my wife’s home, waiting meekly for me.”

“Fuck you Dameron.”

“You wish cabrón, but I’ll leave that to Erso, now shoo,” he exclaims in a cooing way, tapping on his own thighs for good measure.

“I’m not your puppy Kes,” Cassian grumbles a bit petulantly before the door closes behind him and he’s left to knock on Jyn’s room.

No answer, but she didn’t lock it, so he enters. If she doesn’t like that, she can suck it. She is already under the covers, doesn’t move an inch. She’s too still to be asleep — surely too riled up, if she’s anything like him — so he just foregoes all pretense and strands quickly across the room.

“Scoot over,” he says, taking off his shoes.

She turns her head sharply at the sound of his voice, but glares and remains motionless in the middle of the bed. Her facial expression clearly conveys her furious disbelief — no doubt she is a second away from telling him to get lost, at the very least, but Cassian doesn’t give her the time:

“Scoot over Jyn,” he repeats a little sterner, paying no heed of her murderous green eyes to lift up the blanket.

“Leave me alone! I don’t see why I got all the way here, honestly. You’re more ruthless than a hound...”

“I’ve been told that before, but you expect me to let you keep your secrets the entire time that you're with us?"

“I don’t have to answer you, you’re a cop, so I reckon you’re familiar with the right to silence.”

“You’re not under arrest, so it doesn’t qualify.”

“From the way you’re behaving, I wasn’t sure. I’m just going to leave and be done with it.”

Aggravated as she may be, he is as well. She won’t have him being guilty for invading her privacy. So far he’d been nothing but awfully patient with her, and respectful of the boundaries she set. Really Cassian? Kay’s dry voice interjects unexpectedly in his stormy thoughts, which makes him scowl harder.

She still has the gal to huff at him, mumbling invectives under her breath in a language he doesn’t know of, but her body language and tone make it clear that whatever she’s saying, it’s not flattering. He wants to shake some sense into her, or kiss her mouth shut. That would be more enjoyable, at least.

Yet when he’d thought about it — and in the past seventy two hours, the fleeting image came at least twice — he didn’t picture making his move in some grubby hotel room. She’s pissed, he’s frustrated in more ways than one and despite his earlier encouragement, Kes too is probably a tad wallowing. Perhaps the stuffy Poe gave him is coming handy, he thinks dryly. If she kicks him out, then at least he would have a chance to find out.

“Look Jyn, would you stay with us if I asked?”

“Why would you?”

“I don’t know, but I want to.”

I want you, he wants to stay instead. It’s not logical but it’s true nonetheless, he doesn’t want her to vanish just yet.

“I’m not used to people sticking around when things get bad,” she retorts, reluctantly.

“Let me prove you wrong, then.”

“I’m not worth the effort Cassian, really. I should have disappeared in San Diego like I planned to.”

“Let us be the judges of that, okay? I thought we were… something of friends, by now, you and me. And Kes too.”

“Friends don’t harass each other.”

“Friends trust each other, that includes confiding in each other when they need to.”

“Maybe for you, friends give me my space.”

“You’ll have all the space you want once what’s after you clears up.”

“You really have a bad case of hero complex.”

“Maybe, but I’d be easier to placate if you let us help.”

“I’m not gonna leave tomorrow,” she answers after a short silence, dropping the matter. “I wouldn’t even know where to start, and I promised Baze I’d wait until the coast is clear. So... if you want... I’ll tell you what’s necessary come morning, with Kes.”

“Splendid, we can fill the blanks from there, I’m looking forward to it. But for now let’s get to sleep.”

He expects her to send him back to Kes, maybe bidding him good night since she has cooled down, but she simply nods and turns the light off. He does not move an inch and she doesn’t breath a word. He stares blankly at the dark ceiling and he counts his blessings when she rolls to her side, her body turned towards the door.

He has a thought for who he just left in San Diego, and what awaits him in Bernal. Like he did the night before, he crosses himself, though he doesn’t feel the need to pray. He would have to count on his own merits to pull it through tomorrow.

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littleroma · 7 years ago

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Chapter One of Exasperation Is Thy Name

“Alright, well you guys know what we’re doing here don’t you?” Darcy started to rotate her neck around gently.

She didn’t want to have to deal with a sore and stiff neck before she entered into this mission.

“Yeah, we get in, and we get out, no muss, no fuss, right?” Jyn checked with her friends as she shook out her limbs.

“I knew I should have let you give her that awful book of puns; she only seems to come out with clichés now. She can’t seem to speak without entering in an awful pun or clichés. There is nothing more irritating on this backwards hellhole of a planet!” Cassian grumbled, rolling his eyes at his friends.

“Let me just get one thing clear Andor; you didn’t control me in the last Universe. So, what in the name of Coruscant makes you think you’ll control me here or anywhere in the future? If I want to make the most annoying clichés I can think of, then I damn well will!” Jyn retorted to the man, already beginning to become irritated with the man.

“Alright, that’s enough, what is the plan Cassian?” Darcy tried to remind the two standing in front of her before they got even further off topic.

“The plan is that the three of us dock at the above-water entrance to the ‘RAFT Prison’, I’ve got them expecting a ship to arrive bringing more supplies, but they are only expecting one person. We need to separate almost instantly; I will go down to the backup power generators, five floors down and switch them to give us control of this prison. When I have done that the prison will become in fact ours, only we can open the doors, and close them.” Cassian explained what his movements were about to be made up off as soon as he disembarked.

“I’ll be going down to the operations control room, ready to accept control from Cassian, I’ll be controlling the cameras, making sure that for now only we can see what’s going on. While I’m down there, I will be ensuring that our movements today are not easily found, I will also be making a complete scan of the systems and personnel logs found aboard the RAFT, we want to be able to get into their movements and copy them onboard this spaceship. This information will all be copied onto this tablet,” here Jyn gestured to the Starkpad she held in her hands, “after I have completed this, I will head up to the prisoner detainment part, where we shall move the prisoners. Through the Starkpad, I will be keeping an eye on who is moving around me. Until we get off the RAFT, I will be in complete control of the spaceship, afterwards, I might still be able to see who is in the RAFT prison, but I won’t be able to manipulate the doors as easily.”

“Good, I will make my way to the cells on the fourth floor, instantly, and make sure that we can open up their doors if we should need them. I will work on knocking out the Prisoners until you two can come up and help me. It’s important that our faces aren’t seen by anyone who could easily identify us later, try not to leave any prints, we don’t want to get Stark Industries in trouble. If you have to subdue any of the security guards, or technicians or workers, just knock them unconscious, I don’t want to have to answer any questions later which we would rather avoid.

The pair nodded at Darcy, or as they knew her Dacia, lifting their hoods and general fae covers, before glancing at one another and separating readily to do what they had planned on doing.

Cassian made his way out of the spaceship quickly glancing around him, before making his way to the North set of interior stairs. Ducking through the door, he took a quick stocktake of the stairway. He couldn’t hear anyone, so far, so he carefully tip-toed over to the stairs and quickly made his way down, not wanting to fail this mission. Slowing to an abrupt halt, when he heard the door between him and his final destination open. Wincing to himself, Cassian took in a deep breath through his nose and glanced over at the railing, judging it to be strong enough to support his weight, he hopped over it to the surprise of the guard beneath him.

Grimacing as he saw that the guard had been interrupted, just as he stepped out to take a quick cigarette break. Cassian found himself wondering at the man’s intelligence if he suddenly decided that taking a quick puff was a smart idea on a GLORIFIED SUBMARINE? Fair enough, they might not be submerged at the moment, but if the man seriously thought that there was no better time to take a quick break, Cassian was well within his rights to question the man’s mental capacity! Dispatching of the guard with a short kick-punch combination (sadly there was no time to work out his frustrations fully, not when he had to switch the power over to ensure that both Dacia and Jyn were going to be relatively safe.

Pulling open the door to the large, chilly room, containing the assorted blinking CPU towers and power grids. Darting through the pseudo-corridors, he quickly found the lever and raised a hand to his left ear “Okay, I’m in, the power is switched over now. Withdrawing a small screwdriver from his pocket, Cassian, ran his long fingers over the large stack in front of him. His eyes were nervously darting over the large stack, biting his lip with his teeth, he watched with a thread of nerves running through him as the lights seemed to slow down in front of his very eyes. He fancied that one of the lights looked a sickly green, time seemed to slow right down in front of his very eyes, before it turned into a dangerous looking red. The colour was currently promising Cassian with dangerous things such as death and destruction, things he didn’t want to think about, right at that particular moment in time.

Stepping back from the stack, Cassian once again ran his eyes over the blinking lights and shook his head as if to shake the dangerous thoughts of destroying the stack in front of him. He knew without even having to ask, that Dacia would want the general workers onboard this glorified Submarine to not be without oxygen or some power once they had left.

“We are a go; I repeat we’re a go, I’ll meet you up on the cell floor Kitty.”

WHOOSH

Jyn was stood in the control room, looking in at the engineers, hurriedly trying to work out why they had just lost control of the prison. Smirking to herself, she pulled the door open and silently darted inside. Looking around the small room, Jyn wondered why none of the engineers had looked around when they heard the ZHUG of the door opening behind. Rolling her shoulders behind her experimentally she put a foot forward and strode purposefully into the room. Raising her left hand up high, Jyn made sure to strike each of the engineers carefully. The absolute last thing she wanted to do, was to leave bruises and potential later health complications.

That wasn’t who she was.

Just to be safe though, she tied up the engineers, she didn’t want any of them suddenly waking up and making things difficult for her. Tying their wrists together and then their legs, she smirked to herself and wondered how difficult it would be for the men to get free.

Reaching her hand into the small messenger bag she carried, Jyn pulled out the tablet device and looking at the computers in front of her. Making a decision, she made her way over to the largest one in the centre of the room and deciding that she didn’t want to worry about the potential about connecting the device to the security system and download files over Bluetooth. Jyn reached back into the small messenger bag and withdrew a small black USB wire, running her fingers over the polished black computer surface, she smiled to herself when she found one of the connector points. Slipping the one end of the USB into the computer, she slid the other end into the Starkpad and rolled over one of the rolling computer chairs.

Not even five minutes later, her fingers were dancing over the keyboard in front of her, as she continued to sync up the StarkPad, she didn’t want to spare even a second and lose track of her thoughts, only to look up and realise that their small party was in even more trouble. Grumbling to herself when she saw that all of the files were encrypted, she would have to download them in this form and work in conjunction with Cassian to try and work out later.

Trying not to grumble to herself when she realised that the StarkPad hadn’t yet completely downloaded all of the information, Jyn drummed her things up and down on her thigh. For now, though, she could at least sort through some of the security measures on the RAFT prison, she didn’t for her group to be caught unawares. Checking that she had the CCTV footage rewired and sent to her StarkPad, she decided on a whim to leave the engineers a nice little surprise for when they woke up. Taking a second, she reset all of the CCTV footage, to show some of the guards performing Dance Dares in the corridors. She didn’t want to get anyone in trouble, but she didn’t want to make it too easy for the proper authorities to get the prison back under their control. Of course, that begged the question of whether or not there were any proper authorities directly responsible for the RAFT prison.

She could suspect from glancing through the file of Designation: Hulk that Ross seemed to have a massive hard for the green giant, who cares about his alter ego of Dr Bruce Banner? She was aware of cross-referencing the files that one Thaddeus E. “Thunderbolt” Ross was as xenophobic and power-hungry as some of the guys she had heard about from her old life. Some old files on Grand Moff Tarkin surfaced in her mind as she thought about the man. She was incredibly lucky not to have run into the man, but she could well remember having seen Director Orson Krennic at the sight of her Mother’s murder.

Ever since the time she had begun to hate her father for the cowardly, monstrous actions he had undertaken since that horrible day.

Now, though she had learned that her father was not necessarily like that, she still felt conflicted about the man, because she wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to forgive the man for not doing more when her Mama was shot.

Shaking her head, to rid herself of the errant thoughts, Jyn glanced at the StarkPad and almost sighed in relief when she saw that the status bar on the device was almost complete. Cracking her fingers, she carefully began to wipe any trace of her having been in the system. Nope, they didn’t to see the footage of that impressive takedown by Andor of that stupid guard in the stairwell outside Level Four. Jyn had to bite back the desire to snort when she clocked the almost disappointed look on Andor’s face.

Checking the StarkPad again, she was relieved to see that the StarkPad had completed its download and had taken copies of all the files. Hurriedly disconnecting the StarkPad from its place within the computer, no time to check if it was safe to disconnect the device, she had other places to be. Jyn made sure to check again and again that they wouldn’t be found. At least not if the people weren’t from the Evil Empire that had so long ago taken over her Home Universe. They might be able to get through Jyn’s hurried protection, but it was unlikely that these people would even know what they were looking at, never mind be able to combat it.

WHOOSH

Dacia was listening to this play-by-play in her ear, heaving in a deep breath as she tried to prepare herself for what she was about to do. The lights flickered above her head, so she placed her hand in her robe before she pulled out a small pair of infrared goggles. Glancing towards where she had earlier clocked the security camera, she smirked at the camera and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Smirking to herself, when the doors in front of her opened.

Darting through the door, as always she was very aware that she didn’t have the time to dawdle around, it wouldn’t do for them to get captured onboard the RAFT, time was critical here, and she knew that they wouldn’t have time to sit around and twiddle their thumbs simply. Her hands darted back to her robes to grab a small piece of glass from her robes. She was glad that for one thing, she had gotten Cassian to set up a small piece of hardware to make just such a mission even slightly easier. Pressing at figure one, she looked up in alarm when she heard the near silent ZHUG noise. Storing the device back inside her robes, she darted across the cells.

Glancing once again at the number beside the cell, Darcy darted in and winced a little when she heard the loud, chainsaw reminiscent snoring of the man within. Allowing a small smile to curve around her lips when she realised that she wouldn’t have to do a lot to ensure that the man lost consciousness, this should be easy to handle. Making her way into the cell on silent feet, she briefly peered at the man lying sprawled on the small cot bed; she shuddered a little when she realised that the man’s hand had drifted over to rest above the crotch area of his orange prison jumpsuit.

Still, at the least, the guy hadn’t stuck his hand inside. There were some things that not even the Force could suppress her gag reflex! Leaning forward she gave the man a quick nerve pinch and taking another deep breath; she carried out the unconscious body. Throwing the body over her shoulder, she tried to suppress the thought that the guy could probably stand to lose a bit of weight. Darcy wondered if she should talk to Jyn about changing the man’s diet a little because she couldn’t deny the fact that she was slightly nervous about the guy.

Shrugging the thought away from her, she took the body of Designation: Ant-Man and placed him down on the floor in the centre of the large room which contained the cells. Locking the man’s hands in front of his body, and thinking to herself that at least now the man wouldn’t be able to get free, she stepped back from the body momentarily. Almost palm-slapping herself, she clicked another lock system into man’s legs together, not wanting to face the possibility that the man could get free.

Making her way towards the second cell, Darcy frowned before she opened the door to the cell. She wasn’t sure how she was going to find Designation: Scarlet Witch, if Dr Stark’s last report through FRIDAY was to be completely accurate, Darcy felt as if she wasn’t sure what kind of state she wouldn’t find the woman in. So, opening the cell with another near silent ZHUG noise, she crept into the cell and had to bite back a curse when she realised that the woman was awake. At least the brown eyes peering back at her, remained slightly blank, Darcy darted forwards and used another nerve pinch to make the woman lose consciousness. Watching in a kind of morbid fascination as the woman’s tense body crumpled forward from her position in the centre of her cell. Darcy briefly entertained the notion that even though the woman did not appear to be fully cognizant of where she was being held, it looked as if her muscles were locked into position.

Darcy shook her head once again and heaved the woman over her shoulder. Frowning in consideration when she realised that the woman was of a dangerous weight, Darcy briefly looked at the woman and wondered if she had been starving herself. Depositing her on the floor beside Designation: Ant-Man with more care than she had shown the man. She carefully locked the woman’s hands together with her legs and carefully ran a finger over the shock collar.

She didn’t think that here she had the right tools to take the collar off, for another thing, she didn’t want the woman to suddenly be able to use her powers while they were attempting to make their way out of the prison. Darcy had been read in on what Designation: Scarlet Witch’s powers were, and the last thing she needed was for the woman to suddenly regain consciousnesses before they were safe and could contain the woman. Darcy might be a great many things, but she didn’t want to add on the sin of being unable to protect her friends with all the cautiousness she could spare.

Shaken by her examination of the woman, Darcy looked up in alarm, having taken off her infrared goggles hurriedly, when she noted with a sense of unease deep within her belly, she wondered what the hell was going on in, with Jyn. Reaching into her robes, she withdrew the StarkPad and hurried typed out a message to Jyn.

THOUGHT YOU SAID WE OWNED THIS PLACE STARDUST?

Darcy’s head whipped around when she heard the noise of Designation: Hawkeye begin to move around in his cell. No doubt the man was going to spot her soon if his eyesight was to be as good as believed anyway. She wondered if the man would recognise her, the only time the two had come into contact was during the Thor fiasco near Puente Antigo in the Chihuahuan Desert. Then Designation: Hawkeye hadn’t had any reason to pay attention to the curvy, loudmouthed intern. It was a bit of a toss-up as to whether or not the man would recognise her now. Hearing the small wristwatch she wore beeping, Darcy glanced at it in alarm and heard the ZHUG noise of the door to the cell block open behind her.

Tensing up a little as she realised that this was either going to be a problem for her or an even bigger problem for the Rogue Avengers. Quickly glancing over her shoulder when she realised that it was simply Cassian, she breathed a momentary sigh of relief. Nodding at the man, Cassian briefly gestured to Darcy to subdue the man, before he made his way over to the two prisoners.

Heaving in a great sigh of nerves, Darcy stood up and made her way over to Designation: Hawkeye’s cell. Bouncing up and down from one foot to the other, as she prepared herself to storm into the cell. Raising her finger, she tapped on the number three on the small bit of glass. Making her mind up quickly, Darcy entered the cell to be greeted by the sight of Designation: Hawkeye beginning to ready himself into a fighting stance. Entering into the cell, she narrowly ducked a backhanded slap, damn the man was still fast. She countered the slap with a quick succession of punches from both her right and left hand. Forcing herself to suck in a deep breath when the man abruptly lifted one of his legs and drove foot into her stomach, Darcy realised then and there that she would have to finish this fight quickly, at least if she wanted them to make their way out of the RAFT prison unimpeded

It was at that moment that Darcy realised that the foot in her stomach was probably intended to have more power behind it, but Designation: Hawkeye had allowed some of his muscles to become lax, in the months or years that he hadn’t been fighting. Growling to herself, Darcy delivered a kick right into the man’s happy spot. When the man leaned forward to clutch at himself, Darcy followed with an elbow to the nose. Watching in satisfaction as with a pained groan, the man, slid down the wall of the cell, she shrugged to herself and ducked to scoop up the unconscious body of Designation: Hawkeye, none too carefully.

Yes, she might think that the man had allowed his muscles to become tense, but that foot to the stomach had still hurt!

Dumping the man’s body in the centre of the cells, she peered around trying to spot Cassian, or as she tried to remind herself, Angel – she should try to stop Jyn naming their code names after popular parts of culture.

Leaning back on her foot, she watched lazily as Cassian, made his way into Designation: Falcon’s cell, and took the man down with some small amount of difficulty, for one thing, the man was not so eager to go down. Cassian had to bum rush the guy and slam him against the back wall of his cell, at least it seemed as if Angel was getting his fighting energy out of him.

With a wince, Darcy realised that it didn’t look as simple, she realised that it looked as if she had been lucky enough not to have such a difficult trio to subdue. It looked as if the two men were going to be grappling for a while, or at least it looked like they were going to be fighting for a longer period. Or at least it looked as it was going to drag on until Cassian managed to open palm strike the man at the back of his head. Watching with a raised eyebrow as the man slid down the front of Cassian looking for all the world like he was unsure he would ever be able to get the man down. Scooping the large body up, above his head, Cassian made his way over the centre of the cell block and with a loud grunt dropped the man on the ground like a large sack of potatoes.

The two were checking that their prisoners were securely fastened when they were interrupted once more by the loud ZHUG sound. Their heads whipped round in unison, and the two saw that it was only Jyn who had evidently finished up with her tasks up in the control room. Nodding at two, Jyn quickly made her way across the room, already beginning to look a little unkempt at the edges.

“Guys, we have to get out of here, we’re going to have company, of the built-like-a-brick shithouse variety.” Jyn peered at the two.

“Alright, how long have we before we are interrupted by them?” Cassian asked with a grunt, as he heaved the bodies of both Designation: Ant-Man and Designation: Hawkeye over his shoulders as he chanced a look over a rapidly hurrying Darcy.

“By my calculation, less than five minutes,” Jyn whispered, looking as if she was worried about what the next part of their plan would entail.

Darcy nodded once and leaned over to pick up Designation: Falcon and Designation: Scarlet Witch. Looking over at Jyn, she nodded her head once, to show that she thought that Jyn should small group out of the RAFT prison. Jyn nodded her head once at the woman before carefully lifting her up and nodding over at Jyn to start moving.

Squinting over at her friends, Jyn’s hand dipped back into the small messenger bag she was carrying and clutched the StarkPad in her hands. Glancing back at the two once again, Jyn led the way out of the large room. Using her hand’s to make small signals to the two following her.

After a certain length of time, the small lop-sided group, froze when Jyn hurriedly threw up her fists, to try and halt both Darcy’s and Cassian’s movements behind her. Jyn felt as if her heart was beginning to beat a loud staccato drumbeat in her chest. Taking stock of the situation that the small group had found themselves in, Darcy realised that she had been incredibly foolish to expect that they would be able to get out of this situation with no great loss of life. Depositing the unconscious bodies of both Designation: Falcon and Designation: Scarlet Witch on the floor, Darcy crept closer to Jyn.

The two of them had been working together for so long, that they had long since developed the ability to have near-silent conversations with one another. It was a skill that had come in handy when they had been caught in dangerous situations and couldn’t risk speaking aloud for fear that they would compromise their whole position. The two of them nodded at one another and split into two, each deciding that they could maybe take on one of the super-soldiers without too much difficulty. Just in case, Cassian deposited the bodies of Designation: Ant-Man and Designation: Hawkeye, ready to back the women’s play if he was needed.

Not leaving even so much as an opportunity for the two to even take a small breath and tuck themselves into the shadows, they immediately launched themselves at both Designation: Winter Soldier and Designation: (Former) Captain America. Darcy had been reading herself for reach for the Force, ready to defend herself at a moment’s notice if she needed to. She managed to surprise Designation: Winter Soldier by getting a few good punches before he came to and began fighting back. With a near silent snarl of rage, Designation: Winter Soldier kicked his legs up high. Darcy noted idly that it didn’t seem as if the man had practised fighting with just the one arm.

It seemed to be throwing off his balance and hindering his ability to fight. Darcy had to admit that she was a little disappointed with what had once been the metal fist of HYDRA. Darcy could admit that in her time as Dacia, a Jedi Knight, she had fought against the likes of Anakin Skywalker and his later alter ego (yes she knew who or what was underneath the mask) a few times.

She could say one thing for the man; he did not seem to be running out of stamina soon. He could claim that he hated working under HYDRA all he wanted until he was blue in the face, but he would probably always thanks them for a few hard-won lessons. It seemed that Darcy would have to ‘go big or go home’ and knock this guy out. She wasn’t sure if it would work in this universe or not, but she reached out with the Force and tried to work out if there was some way that she could fight the guy, using that, because this was seriously beginning to get tiring.

Darcy was worrying for nothing, however, when much to her surprise, she managed to get behind the guy and kick him forwards onto his knees. When the man’s considerable body had hit the gangway, Darcy finished him with a quick slap, with so much force put behind it that his head almost spun around. Sighing with relief as she watched the man’s body collapse to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut. Bending over suddenly as she tried to catch her breath after the fight, she would need to start working out a bit more on the spaceship, because of that? That wasn’t a pleasant experience to her.

She didn’t like almost having her ass handed to her by a bunch of criminals. Even if she was confused if she could term them criminals because technically they hadn’t been tried yet, though maybe that only applied to the term fugitives? Sometimes this Earth’s Criminal Justice practices confused her!

At the same time, Jyn grinned evilly, as she faced Designation: (Former) Captain America. She realised that she could probably go a bit easier on the man given all that he had lost, but Liana, Lyra, Kestrel, Tanith or Nari never went easier on any of their enemies, so why should she? Her body was suddenly bending over backwards, as she ducked a half-hearted but desperate punch from the man. She suddenly straightened up and leaping in the air, launched herself into a frenzy of high right and left kicks, towards both sets of ribs. She felt herself suddenly catch when she felt a sudden unwelcome weight around her left ankle. Wrenching her foot away from the man, she cursed to herself that was going to hurt her in the morning. Ducking forward underneath the man’s swinging arms, Jyn was able to punch the guy hard enough to knock him out.

It would seem like Designation: (Former) Captain America had a glass jaw, and for now. Jyn was glad that she had been able to take full advantage of this because otherwise, she wasn’t sure how long the fight would go on for, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to continue the fighting for too long.

Hitting the floor of the steel corridor, Jyn winced as she heard the almighty boom coming from Designation: (Former) Captain America, she couldn’t trust how long it would take from someone else to hear the boom and to investigate. Bending over, she slid her fingers along the man’s patriotic jawline, searching for the pulse. Almost feeling her knees bucking underneath her, when she found the pulse, at least she didn’t have to add once-superhero killer to her resume, a resume she had spent too long growing back at home in their Galaxy. Shuddering to herself, she tried to work out how she was going to lift the solid Designation: (Former) Captain America; it wasn’t something she had much experience with, she honestly didn’t think Saw had ever prepared her to carry large dead weights. Shame on the dead man for missing that part of her training.

Biting her lip, Darcy tried to judge the weight of the two men mentally. It looked as if she would be able to support the weight. Before she picked up Designation: Falcon and Designation: Scarlet Witch, she tapped Jyn, and when the woman turned to face her, she had a silent discussion with her eyebrows. It was probably better that Jyn took the comparatively light Designation: Falcon and Designation: Scarlet Witch. Darcy as Dacia had been exposed to carrying heavier weights, during her time as a simple Padawan had her well versed in the ability to carry large weight. Even if those weights had mostly been old books, which she still found surprisingly heavy in more ways than one!

Even if she was carrying an overly large weight (and oddly shaped) like the two super soldiers on her back.

Nothing would probably even feel as heavy to her, as when she had to support a Wookie Cub with a bad ankle when the jungle planet Kashyyyk had been attacked. Dacia was well aware that she would probably always carry that amount of fear with her. To her, there was nothing more terrifying than when she was running through jungles and attempting to support a massive weight.

When the three had made their way onto the ship, Cassian breathed a hefty sigh of relief; he honestly hadn’t thought too far beyond his next move. Ducking through the door on the spaceship, to the prison cells, Cassian opened the doors to what he knew would ultimately become Designation: Hawkeye’s and Designation: Ant-Man’s cell. Dumping the bodies over his shoulder, he barely took the time to check whether or not Darcy and Jyn were following him.

Behind him, it seemed as if Dacia had run in, well as fast as she could run when she was weighed down by the massive weights over her shoulders. Taking care to make sure that both Designation: Winter Soldier and Designation: (Former) Captain America’s cells were not beside one another. She didn’t want the two of them to begin to break free from their cells and cause havoc amongst the rest of the prisoners. Or for themselves, Darcy knew how difficult it would be for her to manage the safety of everyone else onboard the spaceship. It would take to much for her to make sure that the cells were properly protected. Somehow it didn’t strike Darcy as particularly smart (or safe) to allow other people (especially if they were prisoners) as particularly Jedi-ish to allow people to enter into danger. Especially not if she could help it!

Jyn dropped Designation: Falcon in his cell and stepped back a moment. Turn round on her heel; she looked down at the unconscious body of Designation: Scarlet Witch, she reached over for the StarkPad. Paging through a few of the settings, Jyn smirked to herself when she saw confirmation on the screen that the spaceship would at least neutralise the woman’s power. Jyn might not have a lot of time to go through the settings now, but she lifted a small light wrench and leaned over Designation: Scarlet Witch once again.

Sticking her tongue out of her mouth as she concentrated, Jyn frowned as she managed to get the large collar off the woman’s shoulders finally. After what felt like a long amount of time concentrating on the collar in front of her, Jyn was finally able to lean back. She watched as the collar popped off the woman in front of her. Only making a noise when she hissed at seeing the deep red welts on the woman’s neck. Making a noise once again, when she realised that it meant that the collar was digging into the woman’s shoulders.

As she was leaving the cell, Jyn tried to remind herself that she shouldn’t waste time feeling sympathy for the woman. She was still not sure if the shoe was on the other foot, if the Rogue Avengers, the criminals would hold the same kind of sympathy if she was in their position.

WHOOSH

Scott came to with a sudden yelp when he heard an odd sound permeating his quiet. There was no reason why he should have woken up, but the thing was that he didn’t automatically recognise the sound, it wasn’t the typical ZHUG noise that he had gotten used to within the RAFT prison, but a cleaner sort of noise. Scott idly wondered if he was doomed always to be aware of his surroundings, he guessed that it might be some holdover from already having been in prison. It stood to reason, after all, he always had to be aware of any guards or even other prisoners coming near him, so much so that he reckoned that he hadn’t gotten a proper nights sleep in the very long period. At least, not while he was in Prison the first time, he spent too long thinking of his past mistakes.

At least, the Criminal Justice system worked properly, but he could confess to wondering what had gotten into his head and made him think that going back into a scenario where prison time looked possible made sense. He had struggled to re-enter his daughter’s life, for what reason had he thrown it all away?

Sam was sitting in one of the cell’s beside him, wondering at what point his life had made such a dramatic turn. He didn’t think that he would ever regret having worked with Steve, but he did miss the days when CLASSIFIED didn’t seem like such an everyday occurrence. But then that begged the question of; had his life ever been simple? Could he ever claim that had led an easy life? He didn’t think it had ever been easy, at least not since he had enlisted, but there had to have been some point to wishing over a simple life, right?

But it was like his grandfather had always warned him, not to leave any injustice, not while he could still do something about it. Unfortunately, his Grandfather hadn’t bet on Sam’s new surroundings; if he had, Sam wondered if he would still say the same thing?

Right now though, he couldn’t blame his Grandfather for the situation he currently found himself in, no matter how much, he might want to, but he couldn’t always play the blame game. For now, though, it would be a good idea for him to simply sit down and take note of his surroundings, especially if he wanted to be able to get out of this. At least partially unscathed in any way.

Steve woke up with a start, his jaw throbbing, though why his jaw was throbbing was a mystery to him. The last thing he could remember was arriving at the RAFT Prison, ready to break out his fellow Avengers. At least the ones that had fought on his side during the whole Civil War, attempting to throw off the shackles from the evil United Nations. It, of course, went without saying that he was probably more interested in saving his best friend’s life, and he could only wish that Tony could understand that. He didn’t like to fight against his friends, he was many things, but he was not a monster, the last thing he wanted to do was fight against Howie’s son. This whole mess would get straightened out because it always did. Or at least it did for him.

For now, though, he would just have to work out where they were. Did he have to do everything around here? His thoughts were interrupted however when he heard his best friend groggily ask

“Where the hell are we, Stevie what did you do?”

#Exasperation is thy name #Captain America: Civil War #Star Wars: Rogue One #Darcy Lewis #Jyn Erso #Cassian Andor #Steve Rogers #james 'bucky' barnes #Sam Wilson #Clint Barton #Wanda Maximoff #Scott Lang #fanfiction #editing

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I’m back with a big bevy of brand-new toys spied at this year’s SDCC! The pop-culture ‘con’s media ubiquity means that all sorts of stuff could catch my eye, with standbys like Transformers, Marvel, and Star Wars showing up next to obscure old license homages and weird new Ninja Turtles crossovers. Aside from that, the toys from the next Kamen Rider series have started surfacing, and more Machine Robo remakes are up for pre-order. Plus some clearanced old fashions you might want to snap up now. Welcome back to Tuesday Night Toys!

New Stuff: Bi-Mon-Sci-Fi-Con

It’s weird to think that San Diego Comic-Con is a regular hotspot of new toy reveals nowadays, but that’s just the world we live in. Virtually everyone from NECA to Funko had stuff on display, so here I go with the big stuff that really caught my eye.

We’ll start, as usual, with the Transformers. After months of speculation with no leaks or hints or anything, the new Power of the Primes line was finally shown to the world, and it’s kind of a doozy. Titan Masters are now Prime Masters, turning into little armor emblems for larger figures, and they ride around in little remade Pretender suits, a great way to bring that concept back. I just want to line up an army of these little dudes, particularly any from the Masterforce end of things.

Legends class is the same as it has been, mostly recreating Mini-Bots, a new Beachcomber being the one they showed off. Deluxes and Voyagers seem to include components to be Combiners again, but Hasbro didn’t say anything about that so everyone be sure to act surprised when they confirm it later. These include really neat-looking new little Darkwing and Dreadwind, a new Jazz (with no door-wings!) and a deliciously thick Starscream (whose proportions were what really prompted everyone to conclude that he’s a secret Combiner torso).

And the biggest one of course was the Leader Class Rodimus Prime, who actually features a full Deluxe Hot Rod toy that folds up and combines with the trailer to form the big guy. It’s a sweet-looking return for a character who hasn’t really gotten his due until now, and it turns out ALL the PotP Leaders are going to utilize that type of gimmick. It’s pretty well my jam, and I look forward to seeing all of them, including the fan-voted Optimus Primal who was confirmed as well.

(also a metric shitload of the rest of the line was leaked just a few days later but we are definitely not supposed to talk about those yet)

On Hasbro’s Marvel side, there was plenty to like too. Spider-Man continues to be a force, seeing the rad-looking Spider-Punk variant from Spider-Verse get a Legends release, along with a pretty sweet new Mysterio (check out the effects on that fishbowl) and a very nice-looking Lizard BAF. There are other really appreciated entries including Songbird, a new Namor, friggin’ Deathlok of all people, and even Gwenpool! Yeah, my flavor-of-the-month fan-favorite may be looking a bit more Beyruth than Gurihiru in this version, but she does have her phone and penguin backpack, which makes for a pretty good effort in my book. Maybe now I’ll keep an eye out for Marvel Select or Figure Complex to take a shot at her.

And they had a decent amount of Star Wars Black Series figures on deck as well. Though I suspect they’re waiting ‘til we know more about Episode VIII to show off stuff from that one, there’re still a few stragglers from VII that need toys, and they had those here with Maz Kanata and General Leia! I still need a Maz toy for how much I enjoyed her in the movie, maybe I’ll pick this one up.

A surprise reveal Playmates had was another Ninja Turtles crossover entry, this time with the boys cosplaying as the Ghostbusters. They look like a neat enough idea, though the most amusement so far has been all the people who think, with the exception of Donatello as Egon, that different Turtles should be different characters, but being unable to decide on *who*.

Four Horsemen had more of their ongoing Power Lords remake line on display. Now here’s a line I’ll never be able to get into properly, but these designs are all just way too cool not to show off. There isn’t nearly enough plain-crazy alien toy stuff these days, but at least Four Horsemen can always be counted on for impressive sculpts.

And as I’ve already loudly shown off, Bandai confirmed that they’ll be doing the Psycho Rangers in their Power Rangers Legacy line. Given that these were some of the first things I asked for when the line started coming out, and that they’ll be including their individual weapons PLUS parts for a BAF Alpha 5, these are pretty much must-own for me. And I really gotta get on tracking down the remaining Space Rangers. At least the Silver Ranger was also confirmed for the line. I really can’t wait for 2018 now.

Finally, this wasn’t at SDCC, but a couple weeks back new pics of the toys for Kamen Rider Build (that’s the guy comin’ up after Ex-Aid) started making the rounds. The belt has this hand-crank thing going, and it uses trinkets called FullBottles to transform, which appear to have actual liquid of sorts in them. What this means in the long run for these things is uncertain, as is if Bandai actually wants us to drink these little things.

The gimmick action figures were also seen, showing off the neo-W-style half-n-half combination feature. They actually work about how I expected them too, and look pretty good doing it. I’m already excited about this series based on the slick aesthetics alone, so this’ll be another one I keep my eye on.

Wishlist: Spacy Jones

It’s always nice when another set of Action Toys’ Machine Robo figures goes up for pre-order. Relief, almost. “Oh good,” you think, “Those surreptitious GoBots remakes are still going on.” Up this go-around are Shuttle Robo and Missile Tank Robo, or Spay-C and Blaster to yours and mine. Spay-C was a pretty popular character from the ol’ GoBots series, so I predict she’ll do well (she’s the one I want most). Blaster is mainly known for sharing a name with a much more popular Transformer and for coming in a couple different-color variants. This version recreates the orange version, and I can’t tell you if they’ll do a quick repaint into the green version later. I at least appreciate Blaster in the same way I do, say, DC superheroes that have the same name as Marvel superheroes, or vice-versa.

You might also want to know that Target is making moves to reset their toy aisles again, so that means clearancing of old stuff. Of particular note is the ever-rotating Star Wars section, and Rogue One being old hat means the Black Series figures of its heroes Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor have been knocked down to less than five dollars, with the intent of clearing them out as effectively as the end of that movie did. Dark? Maybe, but hey, at least it was enough for me to finally grab that Jyn I’ve been waffling on for nearly a year.

On Desk: That Jyn I’ve been waffling on for nearly a year

I mean, I didn’t MEAN to neglect a decent-looking SW toy for so long. But as much as I enjoyed it, all the things I did pick up from Force Awakens left me with a bit of Star Wars burnout, and while Jyn certainly *looked* really really cool, actually seeing the movie left me just kinda eh on her character (I…didn’t latch onto any of the R1 crew the way a lot of others did. No, not even K-2S0). But hey, for five bucks I’ll take a sweet-looking Rebel spy gal.

She is a cool toy, with a layered, well-sculpted outfit that captures the grounded grittiness I enjoyed about Rogue One. The optional hood-scarf-thing is a nice touch, and if her face-sculpt maybe looks a little too…Ellen Paige for the character, it still rounds out the design well enough in toy form. Plus I’ll always love that pistol.

I don’t really have any desire to pick up the rest of the R1 crew in Black Series form (not even the similarly-clearanced Cassian). But Jyn shall make a solid addition to the little corner of a Star Wars display I’ve got going. She can party with my myriad Captain Phasmas.

And you can party with all that SDCC knowledge, everyone! I’m sure there was other stuff there that you thought was cool that I didn’t manage to think to cover, but whatever your favorite was, I hope you have fun with it. I’ll see you next time!

#sdcc #transformers #marvel #star wars #ninja turtles #ghostbusters #power lords #power rangers #machine robo #gobots #toys #tuesday night toys

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rose-of-gabriel · 8 years ago

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Cassian Andor Appreciation Week Day 3: Fav Relationship(s)

“What’s wrong?” Cassian leans against the cargo-hold ladder with his arms folded across his chest, attempting to appear casual, K2 suspects. It is not effective. “Nothing’s wrong anymore.” he says, sliding the wall panel back into place, “The ventilation system should be operating at full capacity again.” Cassian sighs, “K, you know that’s not what I meant.”

“I thought you were referring to the ventilation system. If you meant something different, it isn’t my fault that you didn’t phrase your question accurately.” K recognizes edge in his own tone, but he will not analyze its meaning. Cassian levels him with a pointed stare. “You’ve barely spoken to anyone the past two days.” “We are speaking right now.” “K,” Cassian says, stepping toward him, “what is going on?” While Cassian is still using inadequate phrasing, K2 decides not to acknowledge it. He understands Cassian’s apparent concern. K2 has not vocalized most of the things that are whirring through his circuits, an obvious deviation from his typical mannerisms. K2 generates 56 possible ways to avoid answering Cassian’s question, but decides that honesty will generate a more positive response than those, ultimately. “I haven’t shared my preparations aloud because there is a high probability that you, or Jyn Erso, will attempt to interfere.” Cassian blinks at him, “Preparations? For what?” “Now that you and Lieutenant Erso are expecting an offspring, I have been making preparations to transfer permanently into the logistics division. My skills of statistical analysis will be useful there.” Cassian gawks at him. He tries to explain further. “Missions that put your survival at high risk happen more infrequently now that you have been promoted to General. In addition, my understanding of paternal relationships predicts that you will exercise greater caution when in the field for the purpose of returning to your child. With this data, I am confident that your well-being will not suffer from my absence.” Cassian shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. “K, that is ridiculous. Of course I would suffer. You’re my friend.” “That relationship is purely sentimental. I am no longer necessary to your survival.” Cassian scoffs, “I doubt that. Even if it were true, there is nothing wrong with you staying just…” he makes a frustrated gesture with his hands, “just to stay.” K2 finally rotates his body so that he and Cassian are directly facing one another. “You and Jyn Erso will have a child, now. You don’t need me, anymore.” His voice comes out soft and tentative. He reasons it to be a malfunction of his vocalizer. Cassian’s body relaxes and he smiles, to K2’s surprise. “K, we will always need you. I will always need you. The baby isn’t going to replace you, nothing could.” his gaze drops to the floor, briefly, choosing his next words, “You’re family, K. And I hope…” he hesitates, “I hope you’ll let the baby be your family, too.” K2 takes a long moment to play back what Cassian has said, though he does not try to rationalize any of it. He lets the memory exist without probability or analysis. He simply holds onto it, to be replayed in the future. He says, “I am satisfied with this reasoning.” then quickly, “I have been meaning to tell you the calculations I have made for your child’s inheritance. You’ll be happy to know that there is a 67% likelihood that they will inherit your height and stature as opposed to Jyn Erso’s. I feel that this is ideal for both you and the child.” Cassian breathes a laugh and shakes his head again. “Welcome back, old friend.”

Yay!! I decided to focus on Cassian and K2′s relationship for today because while I do love rebelcaptain, Cass and K have such an interesting and adorable dynamic. Thanks for reading! Happy Cassian Week!!

#cassianweek #cassian andor #rogue one #star wars

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tiaraofsapphires · 8 years ago

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Sunshine in My Hands- A Rebelcaptain Fanfic

For the Rebelcaptain May 4 exchange for @bluestockng who prompted “Kaytoo and Bodhi fight over who is ‘best man’ at the wedding”

Read on Ao3 here!

Jyn was in the middle of washing her face when someone knocked at the door.

She hoped she was mishearing—seriously, it was too early in the morning to talk to people—but another series of knocks, followed by the doorbell ringing told her that whoever was at the door wasn’t going to leave any time soon.

She stomped to the door, ready to give whoever ruined the quiet of her morning a piece of her mind.

A man, a couple years younger than Jyn with sandy hair and a smart uniform, stood at the door. Jyn blinked at the mass of yellow in a clear crystal vase in one of his hands and looked over the man’s shoulder to the van idling in the street across from her apartment. ‘Alderaan Floral Company’ was emblazoned on the side.

“Jyn Erso?” he said, glancing down at the clipboard.

“That’s me.”

He nodded, smiling cordially.

“Flowers for you. Please sign here.”

He held out a clipboard, which Jyn hadn’t noticed before.

“Ah, thank you.”

She took the clipboard out of his hands and signed the line marked with an X.

“I don’t need to pay, right?” she mumbled.

While this was a surprise, more welcome than not welcome, she definitely wasn’t planning on paying for anything before she left the apartment that morning.

“No, that’s already been taken care of.”

They exchanged what was in their hands, flowers for a clipboard.

It was a lot heavier than she thought it would be.

“Have a good day, ma’am,” the delivery man said, starting to turn away.

“Thanks, you too. What kind of flowers are these?” she asked, pointing at the smaller yellow flowers.

He turned to look at the bouquet in her hands, face twisting in thought.

“Ah, lilies. Astromera or something like that. Sorry, I’m new to the business.”

The man—his nametag said Luke on it—seemed apologetic, but Jyn had her stints in retail and could tell he was just being courteous and really probably didn’t care.

Jyn nodded.

“Okay, thanks.”

She shut the door at his retreated back, hands full of flowers. They didn’t particularly smell like anything, like the sterile inside of a flower shop or the flower section of a grocery store.

Her first instinct was to think that they were from Cassian. It was only slightly out of character for her fiancé to do something like that. He was a soft romantic, deep down, whether he liked it or not.

But these were lilies. Large yellow lilies with smaller lilies with petals pink and yellow. Cassian was always a rose kind of guy. And he would’ve given them to her personally, followed with a kiss or dinner or sex.

He had already left for work—damn investigators and their hours—and wouldn’t be back for a while.

She carried them to the kitchen and set them on the dining room table.

They were bright, almost out of place in the neutral colors of the apartment.

She rotated it, looking for a card and finding it nestled in the mass of yellow.

There was a short message in curly typed script.

To the bride-to-be. Have a good day. ~Bodhi

Jyn’s eyes immediately found the delicate band on her hand as her eyebrows crept to her hairline in surprise.

Okay. Weird.

Jyn liked Bodhi Rook. He was a shy, honest man, one of Cassian’s coworkers and his good friend. She—secretly not so secretly—liked him way more than she liked Kay, Cassian’s other good friend and partner.

Bodhi never showed interest in her other than a strictly platonic sort of way.

The fact that he addressed her as ‘bride-to-be’ didn’t stop this from looking kind of suspicious. What man sends flowers to an engaged woman unless it was romantic or someone died or she did something for him?

Aside from the normal things that one does to be a decent person, Jyn couldn’t think of a reason why Bodhi would send her flowers.

Maybe he was asking for forgiveness for something. She couldn’t recall anything that Bodhi had done to her, intentionally or not, to warrant delivering a bouquet of flowers.

Sighing, she typed into her phone, keeping in mind that soon she needed to leave to go to work. She hadn’t even had breakfast yet and there she was looking up flowers, for Christ’s sake.

‘Meaning of yellow flowers’

The first couple of results said the same thing, even listing some kinds of yellow flowers. And the little yellow and pink flowers were called alstroemeria, not ‘astromecha’ or whatever that Luke kid told her.

“Friendship and devotion, eh?” Jyn mumbled to herself.

So, these were ‘just friends’ flowers? He shelled out likely more than thirty dollars just to say they were friends and to congratulate her on her engagement, over two months after the fact?

Jyn shook her head, took one last whiff of the flowers, and went back to getting ready for work.

…

Jyn was treated to the sound of Saw gruffing and growling over the media coverage of one of their clients as soon as she walked in the door.

A strange tickle clung to the back of her throat, her nose running ever so slightly, but she put it out of mind, as with the flowers. It was getting cold in the city and Jyn never went a winter season without getting cripplingly sick.

Better now than in 4 months when there was the actual wedding.

It was a running joke in the office, how a public defender and an investigator met, did a lot of arguing, and managed to get hitched.

Saw initially hadn’t been too keen on the idea, both as Jyn’s practically adoptive father and as her boss.

When Jyn made it abundantly clear that this was what she wanted, he got over it.

But, it didn’t mean Saw didn’t like to needle and glower at Cassian every time Cassian was around.

When she got home hours later, Cassian’s ridiculous parka—it had been cold the past several days in the city which gave Cassian the excuse to look reminiscent of a marshmallow—already hung from the hook near the door and she could smell that he was cooking.

“Hey, babe. You’re early,” Jyn called out.

“Thought I’d surprise you with dinner.”

She rounded the corner to see Cassian, still in his work slacks and button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was stirring something in a pot, which she could only assume was a stew of some kind.

“I see you got flowers,” he said, gesturing at the vase sitting on the table.

Jyn hummed and she went to pick up the vase and set it on the kitchen counter.

“Yep. Guy delivered them when I was getting ready for work.”

“They look—nice. Who sent them?” Cassian said, eyeing the flowers. Jyn looked up to see the vaguely annoyed and almost suspicious expression on his face.

Obviously, he didn’t look close enough to see the card still attached to the flowers.

Jyn sighed, closing the gap between them and pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“It’s not from some secret admirer, dummy. I only have eyes for you.”

Cassian didn’t look totally convinced, though his countenance softened a bit. It was another thing his colleagues liked to tease him about, the near-adoring way he looked at Jyn. Totally unlike the hard-hitting investigator who always seemed incapable of smiling.

“Bodhi sent the flowers. Any idea why?”

He blinked, thoughts clearly rolling in his head for a moment. Realization dawned so quickly it was almost comedic. Cassian groaned, resting his face in his hands.

“Christ.”

“What?”

He sighed, looking a bit guilty.

“Bodhi and Kay both want to be best man.”

Jyn couldn’t help but grin. Yeah, the wedding was coming up in a few months. Leia was the obvious choice for her maid of honor, but Cassian had options. And Cassian always made it seem that it was a no-big-deal, noncompetitive kind of decision between his two coworkers. Like a coin-toss or something.

“They’ve been doing me all these little favors for me the past week or so while I make a decision and it’s been driving me nuts,” Cassian continued.

Jyn asked, “So, this is a bribe?”

Oh, this was too good. She was getting free stuff because her fiancé couldn’t make a decision.

Cassian pouted.

“He technically should be bribing me, seeing as I am the final say.”

Jyn smiled indulgently.

“But I’m sure if I gave my input it would sway your decision. Hence, the flowers.”

Cassian shrugged.

“You already lean towards Bodhi. You don’t like Kay because of that beef you have with him.”

“Beef?” Jyn raised her voice, hands coming up to plant on her hips.

It was less a beef and more of a feeling of animosity that clung between them since they first met.

“Alright,” Cassian amended, “you don’t like him that much and the feeling is mutual. But, I swear, he has nice things to say when you’re not listening.”

Jyn wasn’t convinced. Unless he had video evidence, she would always assume Kay hated her guts, whether she was present or not.

“But he will give bullshit odds to how long it will take for you to divorce me to my face.”

“I told him off about that!” Cassian said, taking his turn to be indignant.

She wrinkled her nose comically. She knew she could trust Cassian to defend her honor when she couldn’t do it herself (which were only the times she wasn’t in the room).

They were not going to get divorced within a year, fuck you, Kay.

“That you did. And I appreciate that.”

Cassian plucked one flower out of the vase and twirled it absent-mindedly, watching the petals spin.

She watched him, the lines and angles of his face. He hadn’t been sleeping much, again, evident in the shadows under his eyes. Jumping his bones the night before probably didn’t help, keeping him up for a good couple of hours, but he wasn’t complaining when she yanked down his pants and made him moan and forget the hellish day he had at work, if just for a little while.

There was that little crinkle in his brow that he always got when he was deep in thought as he stared at the flower in his hands. Jyn loved smoothing her thumb over it, drawing him out of whatever intense thoughts he might have.

He curled the stem and reached out to her.

Jyn smiled softly, getting close enough so he could rest the flower over the curve of her ear. His hand skimmed over and down her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

“Flirt,” she replied, moving around him to look inside the pot.

Several minute later, after a mix of conversation and companionable silence, they found themselves sat across from each other, eating a warm meal. The vase of flowers sat between them, the flower still in Jyn’s hair.

There was an itch in the corner of her eye, which she tried to blink away. But it stuck.

Rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands felt heavenly for a few moments, only for the itchiness to return.

She turned her focus back to her plate and to Cassian, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Cassian was halfway through a story about Baze almost destroying the office printer with his bare hands when she started sneezing.

The first one wasn’t anything to be concerned about. Cassian just quietly said ‘bless you’ and continued with his story.

The second got her another ‘bless you’, this time with a concerned expression.

A third, a fourth, a fifth pass, Jyn swaying with the force of each, spittle flying into her cupped hand. Jyn couldn’t find the time to be disgusted with herself before she sneezed again.

Her eyes itched and wept and her nose ran and what the fuck was wrong with her?

“Jyn.”

Her eyes cracked open—she didn’t remember closing them—to see Cassian holding out a tissue box.

“Are you okay?”

“N—no I’m fine,” she said, right before sneezing into the tissue.

The flower sitting on her ear fell into her lap.

“Jyn, your eyes and nose are red.”

She thought about making a smart comment, but she was too busy wiping her runny nose.

God, it wasn’t fair. All she wanted was to eat a nice dinner with her fiancé and then take him to bed. Apparently, that was too much to ask.

“Pleasetellmewehaveallergymedicationorsomething,” Jyn rambled, barely able to get the sentence out before she sneezed again.

…

“I didn’t know you were allergic to lilies.”

Jyn rolled over to face Cassian where he sat on the bed. The flowers had been set on the balcony, neither of them having the heart to just throw them out.

“I didn’t know either,” Jyn sniffed.

He pushed a couple strands of hair away from her face and she swatted half-heartedly at him.

“Just do a coin-flip. If this is how their fighting for place as best-man’s going to be like, I don’t think I’ll survive to the wedding.”

“You’re being overdramatic.”

Jyn lifted her head to fix him with a baleful glare.

She probably looked like a mess with her red nose and watery eyes. And, yes, she was being a bit overdramatic, but her Tuesday evening had been ruined, so she allowed herself some leeway.

“A coin-flip,” Jyn repeated, a bit more forcefully. “Before Kay sends me chocolates or some shit like that and suddenly I’ll develop an allergy and die.”

Cassian didn’t look convinced. Honestly, sometimes the guy was too nice for his own good. Jyn knew he liked both of his friends and probably didn’t want to hurt any feelings.

And in the end, the choice wasn’t that big a deal. Both Kay and Bodhi would be at the altar, just one a bit closer to Cassian and with a fancier corsage. And they were both likely to get balls-to-the-wall drunk during the bachelor party.

“Please, Cassian. For your poor ailing fiancée.”

She kept her face as the picture of abject misery as she stared him down.

A small sigh from Cassian’s mouth told her she won.

Jyn watched as he hauled himself out of bed, looking very soft and domestic with his bare feet, loose sleep pants and t-shirt as he walked to their shared dresser.

Cassian poked around the top drawer for a moment before returning to sit next to Jyn, holding up a quarter for her to see.

“Heads Bodhi, tails Kay?”

“Fine.”

He placed the quarter on his thumb and flipped it, caught it as it came down and slapped it on the back of his hand.

The two of them looked when he uncovered the quarter.

“It’s tails.”

“Fuck!” Jyn spat. “Not fair.”

“Hey, you came up with the rules.”

Jyn shook her head.

“No, no, not happening. Best two out of three.”

Cassian shook his head. “No, Jyn.”

“Yes, Cassian.”

“Jyn.”

“Cassian.”

They stared each other down until Jyn made it clear she wasn’t budging. They both knew that she would keep them up all night once she got her mind set on something.

“Fine!” Cassian sighed, nudging Jyn when she looked too smug for his tastes.

The next flip had them both holding their breaths.

Tails again.

“Dammit.”

Jyn fell back to the bed with a thump.

Well, that settled it. And she couldn’t ask best five of seven without truly irking Cassian.

She could see it now: the too-tall blond-haired man in a tux standing next to Cassian as she walked down the aisle. She wondered if Kay would find it in his cold robotic heart to at least look like he was happy for the two of them.

“It could be worse, I guess,” Jyn grumbled.

“Yeah. Could be Draven.”

Jyn couldn’t help the noise of disgust. Now, if there was anyone who disliked Jyn more at Cassian’s work than Kay, it was Cassian’s boss.

“Point. Keep him as far from me as possible. If the asshole even shows up for the wedding.”

“Will do. And no lilies as decorations.”

“Fuck you.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Jyn scoffed. “Ask me again when my entire face doesn’t feel swollen.”

Cassian chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Alright. Jyn Andor.”

Jyn smiled despite herself. She loved thinking about Cassian standing at the end of the aisle, clean and pressed in his tux, waiting for her.

Yeah, it could be worse.

#bluestockng #rebelcaptainmay4 #therebelcaptainnetwork #rebelcaptain #jyn erso #cassian andor #rogue one #star wars #my fic #my fics #am i projecting a bit? probably #spring has sprung and i want to die

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