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[writewithurheart]

write rogue one fluff

rogue one fluff 

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“HALICK!” 

Jyn freezes, eyes locked on Cassian’s. Only his training stops him from reacting more than a flick of his eyes to the figure who must have shouted. She doesn’t have to look. She recognizes the voice. “Shit.” 

“Friend of yours?” Cassian asks, brow raised in amusement. 

“Friend of Lyanna Halick,” she amends. She twists away from Cassian to face one Han Solo. “Han.” She nods to the wookie behind him. “Chewie.” 

“Don’t tell me they’ve got you pulled into this fool’s crusade, too!” 

Jyn crosses her arms over  her chest. “Heard you were part of the team that rescued Leia.” Bodhi’s new friend Luke Skywalker wouldn’t stop talking about it. Someone has a little crush, although she couldn’t tell if it was on the princess or  the smuggler. 

“Hey, I got paid for that. You look like you’re here for the cause.” His eyes dart over his shoulder to Cassian before meeting her gaze. “Want a ride out of here?” 

Once upon a time, she would have jumped at the opportunity. In fact she would have left with him just a few days ago. She had no loyalty to the Rebellion. But now, she has roots here. Jyn turns partially back to Cassian, eyes drifting over the cuts on his face from their escape from Scarif. She has friends. 

She meets Han’s eyes again. “No. I’m staying.” 

Han scowls. “You do you realize the Empire is on it’s way to blow up the base?” 

Jyn shrugs but offers no other words. 

Han scowls. “Fine. I didn’t peg you as one of these bleeding-heart Rebels,  Halick.” 

She accepts the huffy response and just nods as he walks away. Chewie pulls her into a hug before trailing after Han. She falls back against the wall of the tunnel with a sigh, wondering when she started to care so much. 

“You could have gone. No one would have blamed you.” Cassian props himself against the wall beside her. 

“Han will be back,” Jyn says with confidence. “He’s a soft heart as much as any of us. He’ll be back for Luke and Leia.” 

Cassian glances back down the hallway. “You’re sure?” 

“Yeah,” she whispers. “Besides, I’ve got reasons to stay.” 

The corner of Cassian’s lips quirk up. He doesn’t ask her to elaborate, just stands beside her until the proximity alarms go off and they join the command center for the second impossible battle. This time they get to watch from a safe distance as the Death Star explodes. 

[cat-sophia]

Hi there :) Do you know of any sort of rewatch list that focuses on Captain Swan? Cause I don’t want to do a full one but I miss them haha

Hello Friend,

I miss them too, a lot!

I heard only about whole ouat rewatch - and i’m not interested in it, because i mostly watched ouat for Captain Swan so rewatching their scenes or looking for gifs is all i need :D so i did’t pay attention to rewatch posts, sorry

but maybe other shipmates know about some CS rewatch?

@mayquita @tlynnwords @lizacstuff @captainstudmuffin can you help?

i wish i could help you more!

[najarin]

Erika :)

[youareiron-andyouarestrong]

rebelcaptain: the heater broke and I’m freezing get over here

In the wake of the latest Hoth-based disaster, whatever they had by way of central heating broke down about two sun cycles into their occupation. This was nothing new, the heating system was almost always breaking down, but now also they needed everyone to double up their quarters in order to keep beings from freezing to death. Cassian had his own quarters due to his rank as captain, so he was prepared to share his room with Bodhi or even Wedge, if it came to that.

It did not.

Jyn was dumping her belongings in the corner of the room, her one standard issue duffel the quartermaster had given her, before they had fled to Hoth to begin with. She looked up when he walked in, already bristling with explanations.

He wasn’t unhappy to see her, but-- “I was assigned to this room,” she said somewhat defensively, crossing her arms across her chest, “the quartermaster said they were trying to pair up couples--”

Cassian could feel his tongue drying up in his mouth. “Couples?”

Jyn scowled at him. “Would you like to explain to a droid the semantics?”

Cassian winced; he knew from long experience with Kay that it would be a pointless exercise. “Alright, point taken.”

“Yes, so.” She gestured stiffly to her small pile of belongings. “Those are all my things.”

Cassian looked at the rather pitiful collection. Even he has more coats than Jyn, due to his status as a spy, but only one thermal coat and parka? He made the mental note to see about requisitioning her a spare from their already limited stores. It would take whatever credits he had by way of pay, but it would be worth it.

He made a careful step towards her, trying not to invade her space, even though it’s his room. “There’s--there’s only one bed.” An absolutely ridiculous, obvious statement, but he couldn’t take it back, he’d said it. Jyn gave him a deeply unimpressed look, and then shrugged, feigning nonchalance so well he might’ve been fooled--if she would just meet his eyes.

“That was the point, I think,” she said, her tone dry. “You better not snore.”

“You better not steal the covers,” he retorted, both relieved and unnerved by how--well Jyn appeared to be taking this. Or at least--he thought she was taking it pretty well.

Since escaping Scarif, since not dying, since Jyn officially joining the Rebellion, they exist in each other’s orbits like the suns and moons, circling each other, but not coming close enough to touch. If they ever meet, Cassian sometimes caught himself thinking, the collision might wipe them out. That doesn’t stop him, though, from getting as close to her as he dares, as she allows, for whatever chances he can steal.

Now he had been apparently handed this close proximity to her and the idea of it, the notion of being that close and so entirely in her orbit, is enough to make Cassian dizzy with the thought of it, a thousand images he has hoarded to himself and never even given them the consideration of coming true.

He couldn’t tell what Jyn thought about this. He was a spy, he stayed alive by being able to skillfully read others, but with Jyn, her face and thoughts could be as lost and as foreign as ancient Jedi teachings. She was too good at hiding herself from him.

“I’ll meet you at light’s-out,” she said briskly, giving her things one last push into the corner. “I’m going to the mess.”

He couldn’t do anything but nod as he watched her go.

Jyn told herself very firmly that this is nothing to be concerned or worried about--sharing a bed with Cassian seemed hardly very earth-shattering when they had almost died together. It was protocol, it was necessary, it was nothing to get anxious or worried about.

Admittedly, this did not stop her from being the first to dive under the covers and she had to resist the urge to drag them over her head like a child hiding from their parents. She had gotten back to their room (she would have to get used to that, thinking of it in that way) first, taken shameless advantage of whatever hot water was left, and wrapped her feet in a pair of his socks she’d nicked from him and tucked herself firmly under the blankets. Cassian’s bed was much nicer than her standard bunk, though this was not saying much, considering the standard it was being held to. Now all she had to do was lie in the dim light of the room and wait for him to come back.

Her skin prickled, and even the somewhat softer, thicker mattress did nothing to settle the sudden onset of nerves and old fear like instinct rising, like reaching for a baton in her holster.

He’s coming back he’s coming back he’s coming back you know he’s coming back stop wait breathe what if he doesn’t he will he will he will he promised--

He hadn’t promised. Not really. But it was still there, unspoken, obvious. Hadn’t he proved it to her over and over in the beginning before he even really knew her, on Jedha, Eadu and finally, Scarif? The worst that could happen to him here was frostbite, and he wasn’t even assigned on a patrol today. He would come back, he would grouse about there being no hot water, he would get under the covers and be stiff and ridiculously over-cautious about infringing in her space, the absolute nerf-herder--

And then suddenly, Jyn realized she was not quite as cavalier at the thought of sharing a bed with Cassian as she thought she was. No, she was not cavalier at all, Force spare her, this was such a bad idea, how had she just waltzed in here completely nonchalant at the idea of sleeping next to Cassian, what was wrong with her--  

The door beeped with clearance and slid open, Cassian slipping soundless into the room. The lights were about to go off at the designated time. Jyn considered feigning sleep and then decided against it; he would be able to tell. “Hurry and come to bed,” she says softly, not sitting up. “Before you let the warmth out.”

The intimacy and casualness of the statement, something a couple might say to each other, does not escape her.

He hesitated even now, Cassian was so bad at admitting what he wanted. “Are you--”

Now Jyn did sit up in spite of letting the cold in, pinning him in a place with a glare. “Oh for Force’s sake, just get in here.”

It was highly possible she could’ve chosen better words with slightly less provocative connotations, but too late for that now.

He swallowed hard and let the door shut behind him, and made his way to the ‘fresher, grabbing sleeping clothes along the way. Jyn lay back down and counted dents in the ceiling as she listened to him move, clothes rustling and water turning on and off. The door slid open just as the lights went out automatically and Cassian’s shuffling feet became more cautious in the dark.

A weight on the mattress, a cautious hand near her back. Jyn scooted over, her nose almost touching the wall, letting him slid underneath the blankets next to her, still trying to keep a space between them.

Ridiculous, Jyn told herself, absurd, honorable man.

She waited until he was lying stiff as a pillar under the covers before rolling over and negating any space between them, and pretended not to hear his startled intake of breath. “Don’t be a martyr,” she said into the fabric of his sleep shirt. “It’s too cold to be respectable.”

He took in a deep breath and then another, still not moving besides her. “I didn’t know you even knew how to be respectable.”

She pinched his side and he let out an undignified, muffled yelp. “Stop being ridiculous,” she said. She would not let this tension ruin whatever it was that was between them. If there was one thing Jyn was good at, it was stomping all over tension until it ceased to exist.

“Maldita,” he muttered and Jyn refrained from asking him what that meant.

Darkness and silence stretched. Jyn made herself as comfortable as she could as Cassian slowly, slowly unwound enough to lay besides her naturally. The air outside the bed was still frigid, but here, under the covers, it was warm as shared breath. Jyn let her eyes close and counted the sounds of Cassian’s breath, each one a quiet anchor.

[gizkasparadise]

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: What age-group do you write?

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh adult, i think? my fanfic is YA-ish for the most part, but all but one of my original stories has adult characters/protags2 : What genre do you write?

i’ve somehow become an action writer? someone explain this to me.

i’m also big on sci-fi and fantasy, with an emphasis on the former. one day i really, really want to take a stab at romcom

3 : Do you outline according to big ideas or small details?

both. thoroughly.

4 : Which do you prefer--line-editing or plot-revisions?

answered previously! (both 8| )5 : Do you write better with or without deadlines?

absolutely with deadlines. the closer to a deadline the more i can write and faster6 : What would be the biggest compliment you could hope to receive on your current WIP?

anyone saying that they wanted to go back and reread from the beginning / that they were rereading certain passages over again is always a huge huge compliment to me. also anyone taking time to make fanart of fanfic is like. the absolutely best

7 : How long is your current WIP?

thauma’s at a chill 30k (...fourth iteration of this fic lol), beheading game is at about 10k with extensive outlining, steadfast is 15kish, and then for fic sad grandpa is at about 4 pages with a plan of 10-12, and i have honest to god no idea how long the other fanfic WIPs are since i now write by gdoc

8 : What author would you be most excited to be compared to?

terry pratchett :B 9 : What do you struggle most with as a writer?

making my own characters was hard and took a lot of time. im better at plotting and world building imo. it’s been about 4 overhauls of thauma and i finally have characters i like10 : Do you brain-storm story ideas alone or with others?

typically by myself. when i get stuck @ignitesthestars is my go-to sounding board and then i go to @starforged for confirmation lol

[hoshigomi]

I actually don't know this about you, but I assume you like coffee that's sweet but not a vomit inducing amount of sugar.

i actually don’t like any sugar in my coffee! just milk!

[queenarrow]

9, 14, 20, 31

Which fic has been the hardest to write?

In the Middle of Somewhere, mostly because i have no motivation or conviction or want to even come near that again because that’s a MESS. Sooooo messy. So that’ my hardest fic. 

Second hardest is The Shadow Behind Them. That one was tempermental and ornery. As well as very contrary. 

What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Honestly I haven’t. The best writing advice I’ve ever gotten is to write everything twice. Write the chapter. Then erase ALL OF IT and start over. The second one will be better tighter, flows better and you know exactly what should happen when and where. 

Describe your perfect writing conditions.

Comfy chair. No distractions. The feeling I need to get a story down on paper. The ink that is my muse flowing smoothly. Either pure silence or the sound of a coffee shop. 

Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

This really doesn’t apply because I consider those two different categories. There’s CANON which takes place in canon and is CONTINUITY EXPLICIT. 

Then there’s Canon AU or Alternate Canon or Canon that took a detour and is no longer canon. Canon that has been altered. Fix-it fics are these, season rewrites. Missing scenes are Canon* Pure canon. 

ASK ME 40 QUESTIONS ABOUT MY FIC WRITING

[laschatzi]

50!

Thanks for the ask, E.

50. If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

I’d probably say smut, because unless it’s just a pwp scene, you always have the possibility to add some plot and especially some feelings. I love writing soulful smut, yes.

[spiritualdread]

jackkellyssweetheart replied to your post “so at my work I used to be salary but they changed all the full time...”

Honestly not even sure that’s legal

doesn’t it sound super fucking illegal??? I’m literally so confused lmao I already been knew this company was trash but it’s confirmed

[swimmingnewsie]

I started writing lambcuddles fanfic FIVE years ago.

Christ where did that time go? @jackkellyssweetheart @hoshigomi

[writewithurheart]

Rebelcaptain strategic planning/subtle/not-so-subtlety insisting on touching each other at all times during this process.

Cassian knew what Jyn was doing: it was revenge pure and simple. This slow torture was her response to him leaving her alone and aroused this morning when Leia called him away to discuss strategy on Hoth, being that he was from an ice planet. Not that Fest was anything like Hoth, but the point was that he had left Jyn with the promise of more and hadn’t seen her since then. 

Truthfully, he was lucky they were on the edge of the room, hidden in shadows and behind a wall of people as Jyn’s hand moved up his thigh. Cassian feels the involuntary twitch of his muscles - and other...body parts - under her light touch. It takes all of his restraint not to outwardly react as her hand reaches its destination and cups him through his pants. 

“Captain Andor?” 

Cassian jumps and fights a groan as Jyn squeezes him and then releases, turning to face him with innocent curiosity that wouldn’t fool a child. He has to clear his throat in order to speak without growling. “Right, to fortify the defenses...” 

How he manages to brief the entire assembled group about the conditions of Hoth, Cassian will never know. Jyn refrains from any obvious groping, although her hand does slip around and into his back pocket. He should probably be thankful for that. 

When the spotlight is finally off him and back to General Ackbar, Cassian slips his own arm around Jyn’s waist and yanks her bodily into his side. His hand covers her ass as he whispers: “You know, two can play at this game.” 

“Bring it on, Andor.” 

[broooklynshere-blog]

[So holy heck this is angsty and based off this post and I’m so sorry. Trigger warning for major character death and guns. It’s two in the morning and I should probably sleep but I’m on a roll with writing and I don’t want to stop.

@bijackkelly @jackkellyssweetheart @ig0tfriends you guys inspired this angsty thing from me, hope you like it.]

Jack wanted to vomit when Specs delivered the news. He expected another letter, maybe a plan to get Crutchie out of there. Anything but this. He curled his hand into his fist, so hard he knew there would be little crescent imprints from his fingernails.

“What the hell happened?” Jack’s voice was low, he didn’t look at Specs.

“He was too hurt. We tried to get him medicine but then Doc got caught and it got risky. I’m sorry, Jack.” Specs stepped towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder but Jack flung it off.

“Don’t touch me.” Jack stepped back, towards the railing off the rooftop. He drew his fist back and slammed it into the metal railing, knuckles splitting. He knew his hand was probably broken. He didn’t care. Physical pain was nothing, nothing to the pain inside of him. He drew his fist back again and Specs caught his arm. Jack whirled around and shoved Specs away from him. “Get out of here, Specs.”

“Jack…” Specs kept his distance but reached out a hand to the other boy.

“Get out of here. Tell the fellas what’s happened. Tell them…Tell them Race is in charge now. Tell them to be good.” Jack’s voice sounded hollow. “Tell Katherine I’m sorry.”

“Jack, what are you going to do?”

“Leave, Specs.” Jack reached out and shoved him towards the ladder. “Go. Now!” A plan was half formed in the small part of his mind that wasn’t completely taken over by the pain, a dangerous plan. Jack watched as Specs climbed down the ladder. He grabbed one of his drawings and stared at it for a moment. The face of Crutchie stared back at him, immortalized in charcoal thanks to Jack. A smile was on his face, blonde hair tucked under his cap. Jack folded it carefully and tucked it into his pocket, along with the letter Crutchie sent him. He made his way down the ladder, anger fueling every step. There was nothing to stop him. They couldn’t hurt Crutchie, they couldn’t hold Crutchie as leverage over him. They had nothing, he had nothing.

Finding a police officer was easy. Sneaking up behind him and knocking him out, also easy. Stealing his gun and making his way to Pulitzer’s office, piece of cake. Jack’s actions were mechanical, he knew what he had to do. He walked into the building, Pulitzer’s receptionist letting out a little scream as she saw what was in his hand. He burst through the oak doors that led to Pulitzer’s office, the big strong doors he used to lock out the rest of New York. The doors that Jack never had, that Crutchie never had…

Pulitzer looked up as he heard Jack walk in, his eyes widening the tiniest amount when he saw the gun pointing at his head. “Mr. Kelly. Back so soon, I see.”

Jack tossed the money down onto the table. “Money back guarantee.” He replied, staring at the man in front of him with contempt. “We had a deal.”

“Ah.” Pulitzer leaned back in his chair. “This is about that little boy, isn’t it? Charlie?”

“Don’t you say his name. You ain’t got a right…” Jack’s voice cracked slightly. “He was worth twenty of you.”

“Be that as it may, he wasn’t strong enough. Just like you aren’t. Put the gun down, Jack. We can sort this out. Everyone has their price.” Pulitzer stood up and walked around his desk so he was standing in front of Jack.

Jack’s hand shook slightly but he didn’t lower the gun. “My price is Crutchie. You bring him back, I won’t kill you. Simple.”

Pulitzer stared back at him. “I can’t do that Jack. You know that. Be reasonable. Would Charlie want you to kill me?”

“Thought I told you not to say his name.” Jack’s grip on the pistol tightened again.

“Jack, we both know you aren’t going to do this. You aren’t strong enough. You don’t finish fights. You got those boys into a fight they weren’t ready for and Charlie paid the price. You left him behind. You started the strike, then left that boy Davey to finish it. You’ve been running your entire life and you leave everyone behind to clean up the mess. So now you’re going to be arrested and those boys will have to clean up the mess again. Typical.” Pulitzer laughed. “Go ahead, if you think you can. Shoot me. But we both know that it isn’t going to end that way.”

The doors burst open again and Snyder appeared, followed by the Delanceys. The two boys paled slightly at the sight of Jack Kelly wielding a gun but ran for him, tackling him to the ground. Jack fired wildly, the pistol getting wrestled from his grip by Oscar or Morris. He couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter. He failed again, he didn’t finish. He failed like he failed the boys, like he failed Katherine, like he failed Crutchie. He continued to fight, fist connecting with someone’s face. There was a gunshot and pain filled Jack’s left side.

“You shot him!” Someone yelled. The sound was far away, as though from another room. Jack pressed a hand to his side and drew it back to look at it. His skin was stained deep red. Red, like the rocks in Santa Fe. Santa Fe was where he was supposed to be, not here. Santa Fe with Crutchie, riding palominos like they always planned. He could almost imagine it. He let his eyes fall closed, his head against landing against the floor of Pulitzer’s office. The voices sounded further and further away, until Jack couldn’t hear them at all…

~

When Jack woke up, he was in a different place. He sat up slowly, a hand on his side. He realized the gunshot wound was gone, he was healed. Odd. He got to his feet and took in his surroundings. A valley, surrounded by red rock formations. He knew then where he was. Santa Fe. He noticed movement on one side of him and looked over, eyes widening slightly as he saw what it was. More specifically, who it was.

Crutchie rode up to him, sitting on a horse as though he had done it every day for years. He climbed off and walked over to Jack. No limp, no crutch. Jack stood still for a moment, then ran. He ran towards Crutchie, catching the shorter boy in a hug. Crutchie laughed and hugged him back tightly.

“Miss me, Jacky?” Crutchie’s voice was teasing, with a hint of fondness.

“A little.” Jack didn’t let go of Crutchie, his cheek resting on top of Crutchie’s head.

Crutchie pulled away after a few moments. “Come on.” He climbed onto the horse, pulling Jack up beside him. “Ridin’ palominos, just like you said.”

Jack nodded. “What’d I tell you, kid? Just hold on, till that trains makes Santa Fe.”

The two of them rode off, Jack’s head pressed against Crutchie’s back. He made it to Santa Fe, like he was supposed to, even if it was a bit too soon. Crutchie was with him. There was no Santa Fe without Crutchie, after all.

Just hold on, kid, till that train makes Santa Fe…

[youareiron-andyouarestrong]

You're brand is strength elegance and power wrapped tightly in a feminist bow of lace and iron.

This is a GOOD brand

[bravebattalion]

@jackkellyssweetheart

Im screaming abt ur mom that’s so pure tho

[bunnaccino]

Anyone remember jackkellyssweetheart??? I haven't seen her raise her hackles about people daring to headcanon the newsies as trans or queer (god help you if the hc interfered with her beloved lambcuddles) in awhile and I was wondering what my ol buddy ol pal was up to and it turns out she finally deleted lmao I remember she made several rants about how she wouldn't be driven out of the fandom by the PC police or whatever and I'm cackling holy shit

[writewithurheart]

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