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DRC Valentine’s Day Fest: A Rebel(CA)p(T)ain Reclist

Part II: Modern/Earthly Settings

Fics set on Earth or something that kind of resembles it.

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Recs below! 💕

Alphabetical by author! All links are to the ao3 version of the fic because that’s how and where I found them.

I've tried to do my research and identify authors' tumblrs if I'm able to tag them. If I tagged the wrong person or if you're tagged and you don't want to be, just let me know. 💕

Tethered (to The Story We Must Tell) by dancealongthelightofday (@dilf-din)

I only just discovered this one because it got uploaded to ao3 after previously only being on tumblr! Witch!Jyn gives off all sorts of spooky all knowing and cool vibes, as do her identical black cats.

The Hacker and the Veterinarian by jbn42

The title gets to the premise pretty straightforwardly! Siblings Bodhi and Jyn each adopt a cat and deal with their respective traumas (with a bit of high stakes Krennic drama thrown in as a final arc to the story). Jyn and Cassian have no chill and fall in love pretty much right away. Some lovely Dad!SpiritAssassin content.

partners in exasperation by katsumi (@leralynne)

A fun neighbors!au where neither of them are the cat owner, but the cat definitely has a major hand in facilitating their meeting and getting together. Also features a lot of great Bodhi & Jyn sibling energy and banter.

In Defense of Cat People by TinCanTelephone (@cats-and-metersticks)

An incredibly cute sickfic that features a prickly cat!Kay who eventually comes around to the idea that Jyn is tolerable.

F. I. N. E. by TinCanTelephone

Angsty Cassian adopts cat!Kay to try and cope with feeling lonely when he returns from an extended trip to find coworker Jyn is in a relationship. Some great Bodhi & Cassian friendship moments!

let the cat out of the bag by wintersend (@andorerso)

Jyn’s cat Mimi (whose personality is as fiery as Jyn’s) develops a strong relationship with FWB!Cassian, which pokes at Jyn’s commitment issues. Excellent romcom vibes.

There's also a tumblr tag that the author has with related content!

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Andor Wednesday #28, "lay down my shields" by katsumi

"Jyn comes down with a strange reaction to a foreign plant, but it doesn't seem like a big enough deal to bother anyone with. That is, until she faints in the middle of the hallway."

Need a pick-me-up? Look no further.

Title: lay down my shields

Author: katsumi (@leralynne)

Words: 4,548

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10738140

Warnings: hurt/comfort

Pairing: Jyn Erso x Cassian Andor

Description: I love a good sickfic. And this is a really, really good sickfic.

I absolutely love Jyn in this story - her stubborn attempts to convince everyone that she is fine, and then slowly coming to terms with her vulnerability. Cassian freaking out and then refusing to leave her side made my heart melt, and the gentle build-up of chemistry between these two is just *chef's kiss*.

Bonus points for the rest of the R1 family being sweet and caring and concerned (bonus bonus points for Baze being a mama bear).

I hope you enjoy the reading! Thank you for all of your recommendations - feel free to send more, either via comments or in my ask box. Don’t be shy to self-promote!

And if you end up reading this story, let me know what you think (and remember to leave the author some love!)

You can see the other Andor Wednesday recommendations here.

[teragames]

"ENDLESS Dungeon" publica una nueva canción de Lera Lynn ft. Arnaud Roy

El lanzamiento de "ENDLESS Dungeon" está a la vuelta de la esquina y, a través de una nueva canción de @leralynn ft. Arnaud Roy, te damos una muestra del espectacular soundtrack que te espera.

¡Apenas podemos creer que sólo falta una semana para el lanzamiento de ENDLESS™ Dungeon, nuestro rogue-lite de acción táctica para PC y consolas! Para que vayas calentando motores, hemos lanzado una nueva canción que forma parte del soundtrack, titulada «Endless» y compuesta por la cantautora Lera Lynn (True Detective, de HBO) y el compositor de Amplitude Studios, Arnaud Roy (HUMANKIND, ENDLESS…

[rebelcaptain-fanfic]

a study in meanings

a study in meanings by @leralynne​​

“You are sleeping with Jyn,” K2 announces out of nowhere, and Cassian almost chokes.

Or: Unfortunately for Cassian, K2 doesn't really get semantics.

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,520

[incognitajones]

leralynne, imsfire, andromeda3116

@leralynne​ / katsumi: sadly, they deleted my absolute favourite so I can’t link to it... but you were my new home is a very close second

@imsfire2​ / imsfire: I had to choose Out of darkness not just because it’s a beautifully sensuous fixit for a minuscule fandom (less than 5 stories), but also because these days I read it for the vicarious travel to Spain 😭

@andromeda3116: let it be tomorrow is excellently summed up by the author’s tag “two very very competent people inadvertently making their jobs harder by being too good at them” (also, things get 🔥) 

[ send me three fic writers and I’ll share my favourite stories by each ]

[therebelcaptainnetwork]

August Fic Recs!

Only a day late! Ooof.

I wanted to share a few absolute classics from my AO3 bookmarks today. If you’ve never read them, you’re in for a treat, and if you have, here’s your chance to have a re-read.

Semantics by Katsumi (@leralynne on tumblr)

5 one-shots, 13k in all, canon-verse

A series of sequential stories that feature Jyn sneaking in and sleeping in Cassian’s with him sometimes. Not sleeping together, you know. Just sleeping together. Which is really a totally normal thing to do. Even if they would both very much like to be sleeping together. Pining and angst and bed-sharing, oh my.

I’m like 90% sure this is the story that started the bed-sharing fad amongst the rebelcap fandom. For awhile, Kay couldn’t swing his arm without hitting a bed-sharing fic, and even though it’s died down now, I still think fondly of it as a trope and love to see it pop up on my dash.

I’ll be There for You by caramelle ( @scifibi on tumblr)

One-shot, 4k, modern AU, NSFW

The one where Cassian and Jyn really are casually sleeping together and all their friends are very concerned about Cassian’s feelings, but not Jyn’s. Much to her annoyance.

Hilarious not only for the sexy, cheerful bickering between Jyn and Cassian, but between Jyn and all their friends.

We’ve Been Here Before by angel_deux

2-shot, 5.6k, canon-verse, lots of death and some mentions of suicide

This is a dark one. When Jyn dies on Scarif, she wakes up again on the ship headed into Scarif. And again. And again. Watching her friends die, watching Cassian die, dying herself, every time, until she can finally get it right.

It’s grim and powerful and desperately romantic, and the tags are there for a reason.

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As always, if you’re one of the authors featured and would like me to change anything about the way I’ve listed your story, please drop me a line via PM or ask and I would be pleased to edit.

If you have a story to rec for next month’s round-up, drop me a line via PM or ask with the title, a link to the story, and maybe a few words about why you liked it, and I’ll include it with your handle next time.

Happy reading! Love, @mosylufanfic

[chasholidays]

Yayyyyy Chash thanks so much for doing this! Minty prompt (because of course): Monty falls asleep on Miller on the couch or something, Miller DOES NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO.

happy minty day friends if you don’t like minty come back in 24 hours

Nate is not really convinced about moving in with Monty Green.

On paper, it’s a great idea. Bellamy and Clarke are moving in together, leaving both Nate and Monty without roommates. They have a lot in common and get along, so the two of them were a natural fit. They’re not that close, but they see each other socially and like each other, and finding roommates is a pain. The whole thing checks out, and Nate gets why everyone else is on board.

Really, the only reason Nate isn’t on board is that he likes Monty. In a more than friendly way. And moving in with a guy for whom he has romantic feelings seems like a terrible idea. He can think of roughly ten thousand things that could go wrong, from walking in on Monty in a state of undress to Monty getting a significant other and Nate having to witness them rubbing their noses together and talking about how much they love each other.

The whole thing really is a minefield, but he can’t say that, and he has no other objections, which means that he is, apparently, moving in with Monty Green.

It’s going to suck.

Monty gets them off to a terrible start, too. He and Nate are meeting for coffee and to talk about moving in, and his opening gambit is, horrifically, “So, your place or mine?”

Nate was drinking, and he promptly chokes on it. “What?”

Monty looks stupidly pleased with himself, like he was trying to give Nate a heart attack. “Where are we moving? Your place or mine?”

“Oh, uh. I don’t know. Bellamy and Clarke are getting a whole new place, right?”

“Yeah, they’re downsizing since they don’t need two rooms. So I assume we’ll keep one place and leave the other. I made up a spreadsheet with information about our place,” he adds, turning his laptop so Nate can see it, and it’s honestly fucking unfair, that the guy is this hot and this cute at the same time. “I didn’t have your information, so we still need to fill that in, but I figure that’s the easiest way? Unless you have a strong preference.”

“No, not really. I’d rather not have to move,” he adds, in the interest of full disclosure. “But I figure you don’t want to either, so that’s not a deciding factor.”

“Yeah, if it comes to that we can flip a coin.” He straightens up. “So, do you know the square footage of your apartment off the top of your head, or do you need to look that up?”

“Who knows that off the top of their head?” Nate asks, and Monty shakes his head, like Nate has personally failed him.

“Fine, we’ll figure it out.”

After about a half an hour, they’ve discovered that Monty and Clarke’s apartment is both objectively better than Nate and Bellamy’s and also still financially realistic for them to keep, and there’s really no arguing with cold hard facts. Nate flops back in his chair with a sigh.

“So, I’m moving in with you.”

“Unless you have other objections.”

You’re cute, he thinks, but all he says is, “Nope. The math checks out.”

“Cool. So, we can do moving details over email? I assume it depends on when Clarke moves out and stuff. But it shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Said like the guy who doesn’t have to move,” Nate grumbles.

Monty grins. “Just like that.” And then, horribly, his smile softens, making Nate’s stomach twist. “Seriously, I’m looking forward to living with you.”

He would be a monster if he did anything except smile back. “Yeah, me too.”

*

“Still hate your life?” Bellamy asks, when he gets back.

“Fuck you, this is your fault.”

“That good, huh?”

“You’re moving in with the girl you’re in love with and deserting me to–”

“Live with a guy you have a thing for. Yeah, I’m a monster. Seriously,” he adds. “You’re going to be fine.”

“You can’t make me,” Nate mutters, and Bellamy, wisely, doesn’t argue.

*

Of course, living with Monty is fine. It takes some getting used to, obviously, the same way new housing situations always do. Bellamy had a long list of quirks, which Nate eventually got used to, and now he just has to readjust to Monty’s new quirks. He keeps weird hours and sometimes doesn’t remember to control his volume when he yells at the TV, but those are eccentricities that Nate doesn’t mind. Honestly, they’re kind of bonuses. Shit like that is why he likes Monty in the first place.

If there’s a problem, it’s with Monty’s mild narcolepsy.

Okay, Nate knows it’s not really narcolepsy. He is aware that that’s a diagnosable thing and Monty doesn’t have it, as far as he knows. He’s just a napper. Like, a chronic napper. He can and will fall asleep at the drop of a hat, and this is something Nate has to deal with. Monty, curled up on the couch or with his head down on the kitchen table, sometimes actually on the floor, sleeping in a sunbeam like a fucking cat.

“Seriously,” he says, the first time that one happens. “Is this an actual medical condition? Have you checked?”

“Nope, just a lifestyle choice,” says Monty, stretching so his shirt shows off a few inches of firm stomach. “Sorry, I know it’s weird. Clarke had trouble with it too.”

This is an intriguing statement. Nate likes Clarke—he can’t help liking anyone who makes Bellamy so happy—but he can’t really imagine living with her. He feels like she’d be kind of neurotic.

So the next time the four of them are out, he says, “So, Clarke. Monty’s sleeping thing.”

“Oh wow,” she says. “Already? It took, like, months before he started falling asleep everywhere with me.”

“You helped me come to accept and love myself,” Minty tells her, and Clarke rolls her eyes.

“Oh good. Yeah, it’s weird,” she adds, to Nate. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“There’s nothing to tell!” says Monty. “I get sleepy. I’m good at power naps. It started in college. I would be in the computer lab coding and just sleep hard for fifteen minutes and feel so much better.”

“And now that’s how you live your life?” Bellamy asks, dubious.

“If it’s not broke, don’t fix it.”

“I think passing out on our floor might count as being broke,” Nate says.

“On the floor?” Clarke asks. “Really?”

“On the carpet! It’s very plush.”

“So I’m going to get used to this,” Nate says, and Clarke shakes her head.

“If he’s passing out on the carpet, he might be getting worse.”

“I can stop any time I want to,” says Monty. “I just don’t want to.”

Nate tries not to smile, but it’s ridiculous. And just a little cute.

“Well,” he says. “As long as you can stop.”

*

It doesn’t become a problem, not really, until Monty starts falling asleep on him.

It’s the natural next step, so he’s not sure why he’s so surprised, except that Monty falling asleep on him is the kind of thing he is incapable, on any level, of really thinking about, so he probably just blocked it out of his mind. It was easier to not let himself consider that he might be Monty’s next horizontal surface.

Not that it’s exactly like that, of course. It’s not as if Monty comes into his bedroom and falls asleep on top of him. But Nate’s been really into Horizon Zero Dawn, and Monty’s been watching him play, giving him advice and offering commentary. It’s a great way to spend his evenings with only a little romantic frustration, because he’s too focused on the game to really have time to think about how much he likes Monty.

Moving in together has done absolutely nothing to kill his crush, which doesn’t even make sense; surely one of Monty’s bizarre personal habits should have been a deal breaker.

He notices Monty getting quieter as the evening progresses, but he assumes, foolishly, that Monty will fall asleep the other way. There’s a whole half of the couch Nate isn’t on. He can use that part.

Instead, he slumps onto Nate’s side, and Nate’s entire brain shorts out for a long moment. It’s not like it’s that intimate. Monty’s asleep on his shoulder. He’ll probably drool.

So he fishes out his phone and texts Clarke: Did he ever fall asleep ON you

Unless she’s getting laid, Clarke basically always texts back instantly, which is one of those things Nate was happier not knowing. Luckily, the dots appear almost immediately, so at least he’s not thinking about how Bellamy is having sex while he’s trying not to freak out about Monty.

Clarke: NopeBellamy and I talked about itWe think this might be personal

Me: tf does that mean

Clarke: It seems like he’s really comfortable with you

Me: Bellamy told you

Clarke: Bellamy didn’t have to tell meYou guys are really obvious

Me: Both of us?

Clarke: He’s the one who’s sleeping on youBellamy wants a pic btw

Nate holds the phone up, lining up the shot carefully. He does it in Snapchat, so he can try a couple versions, and saves the one with no caption for himself.

Then he adds tfw your roommate thinks you’re a pillow and sends it to Clarke and Monty.

Me: Tell Bellamy to get on Snapchat if he wants pics

Clarke: He says he’ll get on Snapchat in hellWhich autocorrected back to he’ll like fifteen timesYou guys are cute

Nate: Yeah we are

*

You make a good pillow, Monty texts the next morning, while Nate is on the train to work, and he does his best not to smile.

*

Once Monty has fallen asleep on something without incident, it gets added to his rotation, and Nate is no exception. Suddenly, Monty is drifting off on him all the time, during movies, after work, one time just in the middle of the afternoon while Nate was reading. He puts his head in Nate’s lap and sighs contentedly and is dead to the world for twenty minutes while Nate quietly freaks out.

Bellamy and Clarke remain convinced this is a sign Monty wants to date him, but Nate can’t get there. It just makes no sense to him. He wants to date Monty and overthinks every single interaction; Monty just passes out like it’s nothing. There’s no way he could just fall asleep on Monty. He’s tried, even. When Monty falls asleep on him, he’ll sometimes try to lean back into it, to drift off himself, but he’s not wired like that. He’s never been good at taking naps, even when he’s not trying to cuddle with his crush and his brain won’t just shut up and let him enjoy it.

Which leaves him back almost exactly where he started, except his unrequited crush on Monty just gets worse and worse, as he knew it would. He didn’t see all of this coming–there’s no way he could have predicted the sleeping situation–but the basic outline is as he knew it would be. He likes Monty, and Monty is around all the time, which makes him like Monty more, and it’s a vicious crush cycle he knew would end up making him miserable.

But it’s the good kind of misery. The kind he doesn’t actually want to give up. But at the same time, he knows the whole thing is building to a breaking point. It’s inevitable, because that’s how feelings work. If they don’t go away, they have to come out. And there is still some small, stubborn part of him that hopes. Monty likes guys; Monty likes him. He might not have a huge, embarrassing crush like Nate does, but that doesn’t mean he might not be interested in trying something out.

This would probably be a good way to present the issue, and Nate wishes he’d gone with it.

Instead, Monty wakes up from a nap in his lap one Saturday afternoon and smiles at him, all warm and sleepy, and Nate jumps up like he’s been scalded to keep from kissing him.

Monty frowns, adjusts his glasses, cocks his head. “Uh, everything–”

“You have to stop doing that.”

The frown deepens. “Stop doing what?”

“I don’t care if you sleep on the floor, but you can’t sleep on me.”

“Oh,” he says, and now he looks hurt, and fuck Nate’s entire life. “Sorry, I didn’t know it bothered you.”

Nate lets out a breath. “That’s not–it’s not what you’re thinking.” Monty cocks his head, there’s no getting out of it. “I like you, okay? Like–like you. It’s not a big deal, but I need you to not–”

“No, it’s a big deal,” Monty says, but there’s a grin growing on his face, and the tension in Nate’s chest slowly uncoils. “We really can’t just breeze past that, that’s–”

“You’re going to need to tell me if it’s good news before you go any farther.”

“Great news,” says Monty, and then they’re kissing, and Nate’s brain finally shuts the fuck up.

*

“This is weird,” Nate remarks, that night.

“What’s weird?”

“You’re falling asleep on me in a bed. Like a normal person.”

“I sleep in a bed every night,” Monty says, curling himself around Nate. It’s possibly stupid to move as quickly as they are, but it’s not like this hasn’t been building for both of them. Monty’s liked him too, this whole time.

It’s pretty awesome.

“I’m just saying, this is a new one for me.”

“Whatever,” says Monty, closing his eyes. “You’ll get used to it.”

“I guess I will,” he agrees.

Honestly, he can’t wait.

[pendragaryen]

True Statements - Tagging Game

Tagged by the gorgeous @parapluiepliant (Omg, I’m honored, dear!) <3

Thank you for thinking of me as being worthy of getting to know better :)

1st Rule: tag 9 mutuals you would like to get to know better. (no pressure tag as usal)

I am really bad at this because I feel like prefering people over others even though I don’t want to…. [psa for all my followers: if you want/don’t want to be tagged in these things by me, please, let me know!]

@clarkeywifey   @sebbys   @bellamyaugustus

@mulderscullay  @bellarkekomlovekru   @stardust-blake

@leralynne  @youmaybethechancellor   @whatabunchofstarlords 2nd Rule: Bold the statements that are true.

And I’m inventing a 3rd rule where I’m using italics on things that used to be true about me but due to lack of practice/changed priorities aren’t true anymore. (going with sly2o’s wonderful addition and expand it to ‘something that is not always true’ like for example I wear glasses but not always. I wear contacts sometimes or nothing.)

I am 5'7" or taller I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or have had braces PERSONALITY: I love meeting new people People tell me that I’m funny Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I’m playfully rude with people I know well I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it There is something I would change about my personality ABILITY: I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 pushups without stopping I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch HOBBIES: I enjoy playing sports I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing Fandoms are my #1 passion I do or have done martial arts EXPERIENCES: I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts RELATIONSHIPS: I’m in a relationship I have a crush on a celebrity I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend MY LIFE: I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close to my school My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs I share my room with someone RANDOM SHIT: I have breakdanced I know a person named Jamie I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least 2 languages I have made a new friend in the past year

[jeeno2]

steve/diana 17 to celebrate how we're in way too deep?

@gretamaya also requested this one. :D

Cuddling with snow outside.

Steve Trevor liked to think that during his time in the British Army he’d become something of an expert at preparing for the unexpected. 

But nothing in any of his military training had prepared him for anything like this.

“It’s you,” Diana said, breathlessly, when she found him three weeks later, a few inches of charged space all that separated him now from the woman he’d thought he’d never see again when he got on that plane.

“Um,” he said stupidly, eyes wide with surprise. Because even in his wildest dreams he never imagined she’d be the one to find him. Much less like this: during the coldest night in recent memory, with him lying prone and shivering on a rickety army hospital bed while two feet of snow threatened to shut down all roads leading into and out of this base. 

Diana laughed, then, the sound like tinkling bells or the wind through the trees. Steve wanted to grab her, to pull her down with him on his cot – the other soldiers in the room be damned – and show her all the ways he missed her.  

But she beat him to it, just like she beat him to everything that mattered, and flung herself into his arms.

“It’s me,” Steve agreed, murmuring the words into her hair as he held her, when he finally got his tongue unstuck from the roof of his mouth. He grinned like a maniac, unable to believe this wasn’t some kind of fever dream.

She laughed again, her long, dark hair tickling his cheeks, and he was home.

cuddling prompts :D

[wondertrevficrecs]

Have you found anything with Diana getting injured? And Steve getting angsty about it?

While there are a number of fics where Steve worries about Diana getting injured, I haven’t come across many where Diana actually gets injured and Steve freaks out about it.

In fact, the only one that comes to mind right now is the excellent in our bed after the war by @leralynne, and even that fic is mostly about other things. 

There have to be others. If someone knows of others could you leave them in the comments for Anon? 

[walnutking]

weightlifting fairy kim bok joo! katdorama is my side blog btw :)

who is my favorite character

This is tough because I love so many of the characters on this show, but I do have to choose Bok Joo just because she subverts so many female lead cliches and I love her to pieces.

who is my least favorite character

tbh her male weightlifting coach I didn’t find a whole lot to like about him?? I also don’t understand why the two weightlifting coaches got together at the end like it didn’t feel right. 

something I dislike about my favorite character

She is... the best it’s really hard for me to find something I dislike. I guess probably when she kept going to the weight loss clinic when she needed to gain weight for weightlifting like I understand this was a plot point for the show but I was screaming like the doctor’s cute but he ain’t that cute honey!!! It ain’t worth that much!!

something I like about my least favorite character

He was somewhat funny at times.

a scene or moment that was my favorite

Another TOUGH choice bc any interaction between Bok Joo and Joon Hyung was an absolute delight but probably when Joon Hyung kept telling people in public that Bok Joo was his girlfriend bc she was afraid people would assume she liked him more... I loved that shit.

would I watch it again

Yes I’d watch it a million times over.

[hurricanedancer]

a kiss to the knuckles for jyn/cassian? :)

Cassian goes to the fresher as soon as he gets a chance. 

It’s not as soon as he gets back to the ship. Back at the ship, it’s clear that they are not yet the well-oiled machine Cassian thinks they one day might be. Kay and Jyn are bickering about her supply run, and Cassian needs to mediate that, then Bodhi needs to confirm their flight plan because he’s gotten news of Empire checkpoints on some of the hyperspace lanes, and Baze’s latest experiment with amping up his gun has caused what Chirrut described as ‘a minor explosion’ so he needs to make sure they’ll still get into the air, and there’s a quick report of a successful mission to make back to headquarters. 

Once they’re in the air, and Bodhi’s flight plan is set and Kay’s flying co-pilot and Jyn, Chirrut, and Baze are looking at the gun to see what might have gone wrong, Cassian slips away. 

He makes it to the ‘fresher, closes the door, and grips the edges of the sink, hard. Finally, here--he lets his head drop, lets himself take a long, rasping breath. Closes his eyes so that he doesn’t have to see his fists, what they look like. 

It’s not the Cassian can’t fight, or doesn’t like to. He’s a better sniper than he is at close combat, but he’s competent. He’s gotten himself out of plenty of fights--more, now that Jyn’s there to get him into more. He doesn’t mind a fight. 

This hadn’t been a fight. This, Cassian doesn’t like, for all it’s necessary. For all sometimes he has to do things he doesn’t like, because sometimes there’s just not another way. 

He takes another breath, then tries to force his hand off of the sink. He needs to--he needs a fuller report, and to make sure that the explosion really didn’t do any structural damage, and to get Kay to--

The door opens with a hiss, and Cassian starts enough that a bottle falls off a shelf. 

“It’s just me.” Jyn lets the door close behind her. There’s not enough room for two people here, and Cassian feels like he can’t breathe, looking at her up close like this. Jyn, who makes him want to believe in the light at the end of this neverending tunnel of war. Who has looked at him with such disgust, for what he’s done. Who understands. 

Now, she watches him with that wary, assessing gaze. “What happened?” 

“Nothing.” Cassian forces himself to straighten to turn so he can lean against the wall. He crosses his arms across his chest, tucking his hands under the sleeves of his leather jacket. “Is something wrong?” 

“Not with me.” Jyn’s brow furrows, as she watches him. He knows that look. That’s the look of a woman who’s got her teeth into something, and that means Jyn will never let it go. “Are you hurt?” 

“No.”

“Something’s wrong.” 

“It’s not.” Cassian’s the best liar in the Alliance. It should be enough. 

It’s not. “It is,” Jyn says, all confidence, and moves forward. She’s not aggressively close--they’re too aware, the two of them, of their space--but it still feels like she’s crowding him. He just needed time to breathe, alone. He doesn’t want her to leave. “What happened, Cassian?” 

It’s the way she says his name that gets him--the way her lips shape the word, the care behind it. He’s not used to that. People in the Alliance care about him, he knows; it’s in Draven’s best interest to keep his best spy in one piece, among other things. But no one says his name like that, like she sees beneath the mask he’s drawn on to keep himself whole. 

“My contact didn’t want to give me the information after all,” he says, short and precise. He won’t make it sound better or worse than it was. “I had to convince her.” 

He uncrosses his arms, and Jyn’s gaze go right to his hands--to his knuckles, bloody with human red and inhuman purple. “Oh,” is all she says. 

It’s enough. Cassian pulls himself back together, tugs his jacket closer around his shoulders. “I need to go check in on Kay--”

“Cassian,” Jyn’s hand is on his arm. “It’s okay.” 

“Is it?” Cassian snorts. He knows what she thinks of the Alliance. He knows what he sometimes thinks of it, for all he’ll lay down his life for it until his dying breath. Some things that must be done aren’t pretty. But he can still hear her voice--no better than a stormtrooper. "I know how you feel, about missions like this.” 

Jyn’s lips twist, but her hand slides down his arm, to his hand. The callouses of her finger brush over his, but they fit together, like always. “I do understand, about reality. I was with Saw.” Jyn’s thumb strokes over the bak of his hand. Cassian feels like he should pull away, should go make sure everything isn’t falling apart, but he can’t move. Doesn’t want to move. “I didn’t know you felt like this, then.” Her head tilts. “Do you usually?” 

Cassian tugs his hand away. He needs--he has things to do. He can’t be here. “I don’t have time to,” he replies, more sharply than she deserves. 

“Everything won’t fall apart if you take a minute,” Jyn points out. Cassian snorts. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” Jyn tells him, and there it is, that faith, that belief, burning through her like a star. She reaches out again, takes his hand, and raises it to her lips, her mouth brushing over the scrapes. “We’ll be fine. Take your time.” 

She lets his hand drop, and pulls herself back in, suddenly brusque, like that much softness embarrassed her. “I’ll just, I’ll make sure we’re still on course,” she mutters, taking a step back. “I--”

“Jyn.” She stops talking, still tense with awkwardness. Cassian looks at her, so beautiful and deadly and close and strong. “Stay?” 

She smiles, small and unsure. “Yeah,” She agrees, and sidles closer. “Okay.” 

He nods, and takes a deep inhale. He can feel her exhale next to him. 

[rebelcaptain-fanfic]

the things we can no longer hide

the things we can no longer hide by @leralynne

Author’s Summary:  “You know how everyone thinks we’re sleeping together?”

“Hm?” he mumbles, still on the cusp of sleep.

“I was thinking...should we?”

Cassian’s eyes shoot open.

Or: They can only dance around this for so long.

Rating: Teen

Words: 2,544

[therebelcaptainnetwork]

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[anghraine]

jyn/cassian, please!

To be extremely predictable and prosaic, “Under Pressure” by Queen and David Bowie.

I know, but it really is perfect:

Turned away from it all like a blind man / Sat on a fence but it don’t work / Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn / Why, why, why?

Can’t we give ourselves one more chance? / Why can’t we give love that one more chance? Why can’t we give love, give love, give love…  

‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned wordAnd love dares you to care forThe people on the edge of the nightAnd love dares you to change our way ofCaring about ourselvesThis is our last danceThis is our last danceThis is ourselvesUnder pressure

[hostagetakerandhisgirlfriend]

monty & clarke friendship aesthetic poster for @leralynne want one?