#possessive!Jyn

[jynnjecki]

I really wanna adopt this cutie patootie cat but he’s bonded with an absolute feral beast and they scream when separated :( send help

[starwarscolors]

"Possession of unsanctioned weapons, forgery of Imperial documents, aggravated assault, escape from custody, resisting arrest... Imagine if the Imperial authorities had found out who you really were, Jyn Erso." "We think you might be able to help us. This is Captain Cassian Andor, Rebel Intelligence."

ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY (2016)

[andorerso]

INTRODUCING REBELCAPTAIN SMUT WEEKEND MONTH

I'd made a promise to make something smutty, and I'm here to keep that promise. In the legacy of the much beloved Rebelcaptain Smut Weekend, I'm organizing a Rebelcaptain Smut Weekend Month! Since I felt like a single weekend was just not enough time for all the smutty goodness, I thought why not do four weekends instead? This gives us more to look forward to and more time to create.

SCHEDULE: the event will run during May, every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday (so that means May 3-5, 10-12, 17-19, and 24-26)

RULES

✩ the obvious ones: your creation has to be about Jyn and Cassian, and since it's a smut themed month, it should be at least a little spicy!

✩ I'll be using the tag rcsmutmonth for organization. feel free to tag your creations with it too so we can all find each other's works!

✩ no sign-ups required, anyone can participate. if you see a prompt you like, and you want to make something for it, go ahead!

✩ any type of fanwork is welcome! fanfic, fanart, gifset, graphics, rec lists... you name it.

✩ I provided nine prompts for each weekend as inspiration, but don't feel constricted if you don't like them. the point of this event is to encourage more smutty content for our beloved ship, so if you have other ideas in mind, go for it! as for the prompts, use as many as you like and mix them up if you want to.

✩ generally, I encourage you guys to post on the weekend, but don't feel bad if you can't get it done on time. this is a low-commitment, low-pressure event. we're all busy irl so if you're lagging a little behind, post it anyway! we'll be happy to see it whenever it's ready <3

✩ tag appropriately! if triggers or kinks appear in your work, don't forget to list them.

✩ any other questions, thoughts, ideas? let me know! this is my first time organizing such an event, so I'm sure I'm forgetting something

PROMPTS UNDER THE CUT

✩ May 3-5

last night on earth sex ┃ distraction ┃ "Touch me already."

sex pollen ┃ aphrodisiac ┃ "Tell me how much you want me."

"we're alive" sex ┃ birthday ┃ "I want you to take whatever you need from me."

✩ May 10-12

wet dream ┃ forbidden┃ "Want me to stop?" "Don't you dare."

hate/angry sex ┃ favor ┃ "We can wait if you want-" "We've waited long enough."

praise kink ┃ possessive ┃ "Tell me I'm the one. Tell me there's no one else."

✩ May 17-19

orgasm denial ┃ strip ┃ "Do I need to tie you up?"

snowed in ┃ undercover ┃ "Convince me this is real."

under the stars ┃ uniform ┃ "Say my name. I want to hear you say it."

✩ May 24-26

make-up sex ┃ elevator ┃ "I can’t get off unless I’m thinking about you."

accidental voyeurism ┃ sparring ┃ "Think we'll get caught?"

reunion sex ┃ honeymoon ┃ "On your knees, Captain/Sergeant."

[bikananjarrus]

rebelcaptain week

day 6: mission

rating: t

word count: 845

note: i have not written for these two in literal years, but i was possessed by the spirit of one jyn erso and wrote this in one sitting at work earlier this week. and i think it turned out all right!

dedicated to all my beloved rebelcaptain mutuals 💜

(i will put this on ao3 at some point, but for now it’s just here)

***

“Mm, stay,” Jyn mumbled, half-asleep but quickly becoming more alert. Her hand caught Cassian’s wrist. It stopped him, but she didn’t pull hard enough to tug him back into bed like she wanted to. Because, despite her protests, she knew he had to go.

He twisted his hand to grasp her wrist back, thumb stroking along her forearm. He bent down and pressed a lingering kiss to her temple. “I want to,” he said, the syllables dragging a bit in a way that she knew he meant it. “But I have to go. Draven will have my ass if I’m late for deployment.”

“Screw Draven,” she grumbled. “I’ll kick his ass for making you leave this bed.”

Cassian chuckled, the sound still a little sleep-rough.

“Just five more minutes. Stay?”

What she really wanted to say was don’t leave. Don’t leave me.

This thing between them was still so new. Despite everything that had transpired 6, nearly 7, months ago getting the Death Star plans—this, this intimacy between them, was barely a month old. They’d both needed time to recover after Scarif. And Jyn needed extra time to realize that maybe, finally, she’d found somewhere safe. Somewhere where she could stay, where she was wanted. And not just by Cassian. But by Bodhi, by Chirrut and Baze, by other rebels on base.

On top of that, just after she’d dragged Cassian into her bunk for the first time a month ago, he’d been sent out on a Fulcrum mission. It hadn’t been a long one—five days max was the timeline. But on day two they’d lost contact with him, and Jyn had spent the remaining days sick to her stomach with worry.

She’d lashed out at Bodhi (and then promptly apologized when his brow furrowed in that way it did when he was upset). She’d nearly strangled Agent Kallus in the middle of his, well—brief briefing about Cassian’s mission, that ended with, “I can’t tell you more than that, Erso. It’s above your clearance level.”

Fucking clearance levels.

It’s what was keeping her from going on this mission with him now.

He’d returned from that last mission right on time, safe and sound. But this new mission would have him away for at least two weeks, maybe four. Maybe six. It was one of those where they wouldn’t really know how deep he would have to go until he got there. Wherever there was going to be.

Her clearance level prevented her from knowing that information too.

Like he knew all this swirling around in her head, Cassian relented, perching on the edge of the bed. He still had his hand clasped around hers.

“I’ll be careful, I promise.”

Not I’ll come back. Not I’ll be safe.

They both knew those promises weren’t guaranteed. But promising caution—so that, hopefully, he would come back to her—that was something he could do. Something that brought them both comfort.

Jyn nodded against the pillow. Then, shifting into a sitting position (she was awake now anyway, the worry spiking in her gut making her restless enough she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep). She let go of his hand long enough to reach for the chain around her neck.

“At least,” she said, pulling the kyber necklace over her head, “take this. I know you really shouldn’t, but…”

Cassian hesitated. She didn’t take offense—what had he just said about being careful? Anything—even something as seemingly trivial as a necklace—could tie him back to the Rebellion. And his dedication to the cause, to doing his job right, was just as strong as his attachment to her.

But she won out.

His palm opened and she poured the necklace into it.

She didn’t have Chirrut’s, or a true Jedi’s, level of belief in the Force. But she believed in it enough, believed in her mother’s promise, that she knew (hoped, rather; and what was stronger than hope?) that the kyber would keep him safe.

Cassian put the necklace on, touching the stone once where it rested just below his clavicle.

Glancing up at her in the dim of their quarters, he smiled softly. “Thank you.”

He couldn’t promise he’d return—that was the life they’d chosen.

But Jyn risked saying anyway, “I’m expecting you to bring that back to me.”

His smile grew. He leaned in and kissed her. His fingers brushing her jaw, Jyn sank into him, the kiss slow, lingering.

“Your five minutes are up,” he murmured as he pulled back, a wicked grin slanting across his face.

Jyn couldn’t help her own smile, even as she rolled her eyes. She gave his shoulder a light shove. “Okay, fine, fine. Go. Before I march down to ops and tell Draven you’re not going because I said so.”

With a fond laugh, he got up, grabbed his pack, and walked out without turning back. Jyn watched him go, long after the door had whooshed shut behind him.

Next time, she vowed. Next time she would be right there beside him.

[frostbitepandaaaaa]

Path of Totality, Ch 2 (of 3 lol)

PREVIEW

“Last night— last night you said something didn’t go how it was supposed to,” she ventures abruptly, knowing that their time is almost up as she glances at the suns.

“Yes.”

“What was that? What didn’t go right?”

Cassian shakes his head, his shoulders sagging. “I never imagined our first kiss to be for the sick satisfaction of some fucking depraved prick.” Jyn blinks at him as she leans slightly away, the acid in his tone surprising her. He shakes his head, barks a sour laugh. “Certainly was never another woman there, either.”

Jyn can’t help it, she preens, his anger and disgust at the circumstances of the whole affair last night not necessary in the least but no less satisfying. Sure, it’s petty, maybe fucking possessive, but she’s never had much of anything in her life worth being possessive over. If Cassian didn’t qualify as that for her, she doesn’t know what would.

She shifts closer to him, strokes his hair away from his eyes. “That wasn’t us, Cassian,” she tells him softly, a sad smile curling in the corner of her mouth, “It was Malik and Syla.”

His lips twitch, eyes brightening. “I guess you’re right.”

Her courage quickens as her eyes roam, taking great pleasure in looking at him from this vantage— the corded slope of his neck and the sheen of sweat over his collar bone. Her eyes catch on his mouth.

Cassian is still and tense under her hands, watching her, patient. He has already waited so long and still he waits.

She’s done waiting.

She kisses him.

read it on ao3!

[quarantineddreamer]

Jyn Week Day 1: Home

I wasn't sure I was gonna post this, because it's really not my best work. But then again, with the way my brain has been lately not much is! And I wanted to participate and show our girl some love so. Fighting through the perfectionist in me and here's this little thing <3

Though the Rebels had breathed new life into the cave upon their arrival, the network of tight tunnels and sprawling caverns that made up Echo Base had a history that stretched back to a time long before the war. There were stars younger than the stone walls that surrounded them, buried beneath layers of ice so thick, it was unlikely the galaxy would ever uncover the secrets they contained.

It had not taken Jyn long to begin exploring the area, seeking hidden nooks and crannies to which she might escape. Within a week, she had formed a sprawling mental map, memorized the quickest routes to every exit, marked the nearest spaces to duck to when Draven was after her about her latest display of ‘irresponsible/reckless/unacceptable’ behavior–or, when she simply needed quiet. (Which seemed to happen more and more with each passing day spent trapped in this hellhole.)

Tonight, she was bundled in her warmest gear: every thermal layer she possessed, two sweaters, one parka, her hat and scarf, gloves, and four socks pulled one after the other till she could barely squeeze her feet into her boots, much less feel them. 

Clumsiness was the price to pay when you wanted to be up and about at this hour on Hoth–that, or frostbite. It was why, for the most part, no one on Echo Base left their beds after sundown unless they absolutely had to. In temperatures this cold, you’d have to be out of your mind to willingly leave the relative comfort and warmth of your room without very good reason.

Apparently, Jyn was out of her mind, because she’d woken from a dream–the one where the fires of Scarif blinded her one minute, and she was trapped in the cold bunker all alone the next–and crawled out from beneath her blankets. She’d dressed in the dark, moving by instinct more than anything, her skin itching and heart racing as the walls seemed to press closer and closer. Before she’d fully realized what she was doing, she had found herself fumbling by the dim yellow cast of a lantern to a place well-beyond the boundaries of Echo Base.

It would have been all too easy to take a wrong turn–and subsequently freeze to death trying to find her way back–but her body had taken care of her when her mind could not. Before too long she had arrived at a vaguely familiar antechamber, small and circular, with smooth, curving walls.

As she sat and leaned her back into their hard surface, it felt as though she were being held in the palm of some ancient, mysterious being. She took in her surroundings like someone waking up from a dream. Why had her instincts guided her here? 

Then she felt it: air, fresh air; the barest of hints of it brushing across the tip of her nose and suddenly it all made sense. She closed her eyes and drew it deep into her lungs–holding it for a moment with the gratitude of someone reuniting with a long lost friend–before releasing a slow, careful breath. It lingered in the air before her–the ghost of a scared and lonely girl—a swirling cloud of mist, glowing purple. 

Heart in her throat, Jyn lifted her eyes, seeking the source of the strange light. High above her, the chamber’s ceiling of ice and rock gave way, revealing an incredible sweep of night sky, dancing with color. Wind whistled across the opening of the cave…waves whispered upon a black-sanded shore…

“What are they, Mama?”

Her mother’s amused hum tickled at her back. “The Force paints a path home for those that are lost, my love.”

Jyn squirmed beneath the blanket, trying to find her father’s face amidst the orange, flickering shadows of the bonfire. “What are they really, Papa?” 

Mama’s head rested beneath his chin, his arms wrapped around them both, a shield from the wind. He gave her a smile; her favorite kind, the kind he gave her when he asked if she could keep a secret. “You don’t believe your mother?”

Jyn didn’t think her question had anything to do with belief, she simply wanted to know. Mama often told her stories about the Force; stories about love and anger, light and dark, and the threads that tied the world together–just like the ones her favorite blanket was made of. But Papa told her stories too; stories like what kind of soil made the plants on the farm grow, or why her skin turned red after too much time in the sun, or how to fix Stormy when his arm fell off. Mama’s stories were stories she saw and felt on the inside, while Papa’s were ones she held in her hands. But they were both a part of her, pieces she carried with her wherever she went. 

She studied the sky again, following the splashes of purple and green and blue as they wove their way between clusters of stars. She wondered what it would feel like to stand on one of the rippling bands of light; tried to imagine stepping one foot after the other across the horizon as her mother had described. Maybe it would be warm, like sand in the sun, or maybe it would be more like waves lapping at her feet, cold and tingly. 

“A scientist’s daughter through and through,” Mama laughed. “I recognize that look in her eyes…”

Jyn wasn’t sure what exactly she meant by that, but she tore her gaze away from the lights in the sky and turned towards her father instead, ready for his answer.

His skin shimmered green, then blue, and back again, the same colors as the ones that hung in the air above them. “The path your mother spoke of is made of particles, shed by our planet’s suns.”

Jyn frowned at this. “But it’s nighttime.”

“Just because we cannot see something, does not mean it is no longer there,” Papa explained, reaching over to tug the blanket back over her shoulders. “Tonight, the aurora reminds us that the suns have not left us, and they will rise again tomorrow.”

She twisted to face Mama again. “So the suns are the Force?”

“The Force is the suns,” her mother murmured reverently, “and the wind, and the waves, and the sand beneath you. It’s the salt on your tongue when you breathe in and…” she smiled as she poked Jyn’s nose with the tip of her finger, “that means it’s a part of you, and me, and your Papa too.”

Jyn settled into her parent’s arms again and shut her eyes, feeling for the Force her mother spoke of. She wasn’t sure what it was supposed to feel like. 

But she thought there might be some truth to her parents’ words, because though she could not see them anymore, she could sense them there beside her. The comfort of her mother’s heartbeat under her ear, the warmth of her father’s breath as he bent to press a kiss to the top of her head. 

And if she were to find herself lost and standing amidst the aurora, she felt certain this was where they would bring her.

The colors of the sky began to blur and run together. Jyn wiped roughly at her eyes, urging tears away before they could turn to frost upon her cheek. Hoth was more than a far cry from the beaches of Lah’mu, yet she felt closer to it now than she had in a long time.

“Beautiful,” a voice murmured, echoing quietly off the stone around her. 

Jyn started, turning towards the rasp of footsteps. “Cassian…” Leave it to the spy to find her in the middle of a labyrinth in the dead of night.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked warily, taking one last self-conscious swipe at her face with the sleeve of her coat. 

“Not long,” he answered, lingering at the entrance to the cavern.

But long enough… Jyn figured. She heaved a short sigh and returned her gaze to the aurora, an ache in her chest. “There were lights like this on Lah’mu,” she murmured, an explanation of sorts–though Cassian had not asked for one. 

He ducked past the icicle that hung in from the tunnel’s opening and silently came to sit beside her, his shoulder brushing against her own. Though it barely made a difference in a cold this numbing, Jyn found herself drawing comfort from the warmth of his body beside her. 

“How’d you find this place?” he asked softly. 

She glanced at him, but he was looking at the lights above, granting her a reprieve from the weight of his stare. “How’d you find me?” she countered. 

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, but his eyes were serious when they landed on her again. “I went to your room and you weren’t there. For a moment I thought…” he shook his head and took a sudden interest in his boots.

“You thought I’d left?” 

“I didn’t know what to think. I checked the infirmary next.” There was an odd strain to his voice, something she couldn’t quite place. “No one had seen you there either, so I headed towards the perimeter,” a small smile crossed his lips, “I’ve noticed you wander to the edges of Base when you’re trying to avoid Draven.”

“Of course you did,” Jyn remarked. “Then what?”

“I followed the light…” 

“And it led you here…” The memory of her mother’s story–still fresh in Jyn’s mind–began to mingle with words Cassian had once spoken to her. The kyber crystal she wore seemed suddenly heavier than it had a moment ago, a hand resting over her heart. 

She thought of Bodhi, Chirrut, Baze, even K2. Of all the people who she had gotten to know because of the Rebellion. People who had her back. People who might not understand all of her, but who accepted her nonetheless.

“Hoth is the first time we’ve really slowed down since Scarif,” Cassian said, ignoring her sudden glance at the mention. “I know it can be hard to adjust to life in the Rebellion.”

A tentative smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Yeah,” she replied, catching a ripple of light and shadow as it wandered across his face. “I've been feeling lost…but I think I’m beginning to find my way.”

[fallenrocket]

I get that a lot of Star Wars fans are way ahead of me on this one, but episode 7 of The Acolyte helped me understand "attachments" in Star Wars in a way I never have before.

(Spoilers)

I've complained plenty of times about the Jedi's views on attachments. After all, virtually every Star Wars story is ultimately about love and friendship. Even though we know that Luke goes against Yoda's teaching when he goes to help Leia and Han in ESB, and even though they take a serious hit at the end of that film, we as viewers know that trying to help his friends is still the right narrative choice. And when he leaves them in RotJ, it's not because he's "detached" himself from them. It's because he cares for them--he's realized that Vader senses his presence, and by staying with them, he's putting them in more danger. By leaving and facing Vader, he's doing what he needs to do for him while also trying to protect Leia and Han. The trio is the heart of the original trilogy.

Star Wars is built on relationships of all kinds, whether you're looking at Obi-Wan and Anakin, Jyn and Cassian, Din and Grogu, and so on. But relationships in and of themselves aren't attachments.

Attachments are what we see in episode 7. Sol's desire to bring Osha to Coruscant as his padawan isn't even fully about her. It's about his own feelings, this selfish and possessive want that overrides his reason. It leads him to shut out the clearer-headed voices around him, and he acts rashly and desperately. And as a result, a lot of people get hurt. Including Osha. And including him.

Sol is obviously not the only player involved in the horrible events that transpire. But even though he doesn't intend for these awful things to happen, he plays a major role in bringing them about, and that's because he makes everything else come second to the "connection" he insists he feels with Osha.

I get it now. That's an attachment. Anakin missing his mother and worrying about her well-being (when she's, you know, stuck in slavery!) is a relationship. Anakin slaughtering an entire community of Tusken men, women, and children after she's killed is an attachment. Grogu loving Din is a relationship. Grogu Force-choking Cara when she and Din are arm-wrestling is an attachment.

And it makes sense why the Jedi would be concerned about this. Besides opening them up to the Dark Side, they simply have so much power that that sort of single-minded focus on a selfish desire makes them dangerous. I wouldn't say Sol specifically goes "Dark Side" in episode 7, but he contributes to a horrific level of pain, suffering, and death. All because he lets his feelings crowd out his judgment.

I also understand why the Jedi would be especially wary of familial and romantic relationships. It makes sense that they'd view these as putting a Jedi most at risk of developing an attachment. But I still think that cutting young children off from their families and forbidding romances for Jedi is a shortsighted way to go about it.

In my view, their methods are a little bit like abstinence-only sex ed. If the only teaching is "no romance, attachments are the path to the Dark Side!", that means any Jedi who catches feelings for someone and wants to pursue it will feel obligated to keep it a secret, like Anakin. They won't be equipped to watch out for warning signs that they're developing an attachment, because they haven't been taught what that feels like, and if they do realize they're getting into trouble, they won't be able to seek help from anyone.

I feel like it'd be better if romance was allowed but relationships were "declared" to Jedi HR. Then they could look out for one another, help to ensure that they're finding love and connection in healthy ways that aren't putting others--and themselves--in danger. By just saying "no" and leaving it at that, they're not preventing the problem. They're only forcing it into the shadows where it'll grow out of sight.

[astromechs]

rebelcaptain + “comforting them after a nightmare” for the simple acts of love prompts <3

i think we'll just call this series "taking care of each other" ❤️ thank you for the prompt! (these have been great bite-sized things to keep me writing this weekend from this list; still accepting!

The house on Chandrila that had become theirs after the end of the war, which Mon Mothma had called modest, has more than what he and Jyn could possibly ever need. Of its two bedrooms and refreshers, they only use one of each, and since neither of them have much in the way of possessions, most of the available storage space sits empty. Even with more room to spread out in the kitchen than Cassian has ever been able to take advantage of, there are corners of it he still doesn’t use. It’d come equipped with a built-in security system, too, which Kay had plugged himself into just after they’d moved in, claiming it "inadequate", so now, during the night, he’s not only watching the house itself, but also a radius of about two klicks around it; if something comes for them, they’ll have more than advance notice.

Still, that isn’t enough to keep out the ghosts.

Night is when they tend to live, to thrive — in the quiet moments just before falling asleep, when the tasks of the day are no longer enough of a distraction to hold them back, and in the nightmares that will never truly leave either of them alone. They’re as much constants as the dull ache in his back that couldn’t fully heal after Scarif, or all the vibroknife scars scattered along Jyn’s torso, as much constants as the way breath never really comes easily for him when they’re separated, and the way that the relief he feels is always clearly mirrored in Jyn’s face upon being reunited.

And when Cassian’s entire life has been shadowed by ghosts, he still doesn’t sleep more than a few hours per night most of the time.

Tonight, he’d given up on that entirely several hours ago. At one point, he’d had a vague thought of leaving bed and going to make himself useful somehow, by getting ahead on paperwork or meal prep or whatever other task he could find, but any notion of that had disappeared in the instant that he’d felt Jyn’s arms tighten around him and pull him closer to her chest, as if she’d known, even while deeply asleep, what he’d been considering. So he’d settled into her hold instead, finding some solace in the closeness of her steady heartbeat and rhythmic breathing.

Until, suddenly, it isn’t. Until, suddenly, her breath goes still, and her arms tighten before her warmth is gone from his side and there’s a shift of weight on the mattress.

The ghosts have come for her, too.

He turns and props himself up as quickly as his back will allow. By the time he manages a sitting position, he can just barely make out her form in the dark, hunched over, curled into herself. For now, he doesn’t approach, doesn’t move any further, just says, gently:

“Jyn.”

She doesn’t react at all.

He knows without having to ask, and he’s not going to (wouldn’t dare to): whatever she’d just woken from had been one of the really bad ones.

It’ll take time for her to come back to herself, and patience on his part to not rush her before she’s ready; he can wait. He’ll be here as always, a steady presence that he makes sure she can feel, and if it takes all night, that’s what it will take. He’s had to put much more patience into much worse things.

After a while (he doesn’t really know how long, without a chrono in sight) there’s a hitch in her breath, just barely audible; he takes that as his cue to finally come closer, shifting on the mattress until he has her completely wrapped in his arms, and her head tucked under his chin. She’s shaking, even when surrounded, and he feels tears fall onto his skin.

He presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, and, just as gently, runs a hand over her back, rhythmic and calming. Eventually, she stops shaking; eventually, her breathing settles and her head flops onto his chest, heavy.

It’s all right, he wants to say, words just on the tip of his tongue, but they die before they ever leave his mouth. Because — years ago now, Cassian had made a promise to himself that he would never lie to her again, no matter how much it hurt. And though there’s no more war, no more Empire to separate families and destroy planets, and this is everything they’ve fought and sacrificed for, he can’t exactly find it in him to trust that this peace is an absolute guarantee. That kind of trust is impossible with the lives that people like them have led.

There’s no telling what might still lurk in the shadows, or what might spring up from the ashes tomorrow, next month, or the next year; there’s a reason, after all, why New Republic Intelligence exists.

So he stays with the one basic truth he can give her, whispered into her hair: “I’m here.”

Just two words, but their impact is palpable.

Jyn’s head moves under his chin, so he draws back, giving her the space to lift if if she wants — which she does; for the first time, her eyes meet his, and even in what little light there is, he can tell that they’re puffy, still shining with unshed tears.

When she finally finds her voice, it sounds as if she hasn’t used it in years, from how hoarse it is. “I know.” It’s hoarse, struggling, but not shaky; there’s a certainty to everything Jyn does, and even here, in the face of a vulnerability Cassian knows she would never show anyone else, that still shines through. He’s overcome with a whole set of emotions that he has still yet to find the words to describe. “Thank you.”

He doesn’t try to rack his brain for that, or for any kind of reply. Instead, he lifts a hand and lets it rest softly on her face, thumb tipping up her chin so he can press his lips to hers.

[jinngonjin]

part 3!

warnings: slightly suggestive

characters featured : plo koon, commander wolffe, hunter.

summary: Jyn and the boys find themselves stationed alongside Master Plo Koon and his wolf pack. Yet Hunter is on edge, grappling with his emotions with every passing second.

As time passed, still grappling with the turmoil of their feelings, both Jyn and Hunter grew accustomed to their discomfort around one another. Despite their efforts to bury these emotions away, they often lingered beneath the surface, threatening to break away. On multiple occasions they found themselves too close to one another, hands brushing ever so slightly, eyes locked, almost as though to intimidate one another into a confession. Yet both of them did not falter, only brushing these interventions away as though they meant nothing.

Conveniently, they were stationed on a mission along Plo Koon and his Wolf pack, the 104th battalion. This gave the two of them more reason not to engage with one another, especially in the presence of a Jedi master. The mission provided them with a convenient excuse to avoid each other's company, their interactions kept to a minimum in the presence of their esteemed allies.

Plo Koon was one of the few Jedi to respect Jyn, they had a previous brief encounter when she was stationed as an alchemist on a mission to free an ancient Jedi temple. Though in exile, Yoda often deployed Jyn on very brief missions to make use of her extensive skill and knowledge in alchemy and the sciences. He was aware that in all the time she had in exile, she buried herself in books and documents. It was an aspect that Yoda respected, but nevertheless feared.

Jyn cleared her throat as she made her way down the ramp, "Master Plo Koon, it's an honor to have you and the Wolf Pack join us on this mission.

“General Jyn, the pleasure is mine. Your reputation precedes you, where else am I to find a squad with a hundred percent success rate?” “most impressive, most impressive” he reassured.

Jyn could see commander Wolffe slightly nod, she could also sense the turmoil radiating within her squad. Especially Crosshair, as he seemed to be the most uncomfortable around regs.

“Oh you flatter me master, it’s been awhile since Tython, you’d find that the war changed all of us”

Plo Koon led the way to his counseling chambers, Jyn followed expecting a private briefing but was certainly surprised when Plo offered a pour of Spotchka.

“How has your new position been treating you, General Jyn.”

“Well, I have a fine squad of men, perhaps the greatest the galaxy has seen” Jyn chuckled and Plo Koon nodded agreeingly

“And so I’ve heard” but then he added “ The clones, all of them are fine men, it’s painful to see them treated like expendable tools” Plo Koon sighs, and with that he rests his now empty glass on the table.

Jyn shoots him a questioning look “and what’s even stranger, master, the council does not seem to mind this, must it be the Jedi way?”

Plo Koon's expression softened at Jyn's candid remark,slightly shifting at her open criticism. Yet, there was a subtle respect in his response, an acknowledgment of the truth in her words.

"You raise a valid point, General Jyn," Plo Koon began, his voice tinged with a solemnity that mirrored Jyn's concerns. "The clones are indeed more than mere tools of war. They possess individuality, emotions, and a sense of honor that should not be overlooked."

Plo Koon's gaze drifted to the window, his thoughts seemingly lost in contemplation. "The Jedi way is not without its flaws, General. We strive for peace and justice, but sometimes our methods can be... flawed."Plo Koon did not dare to meet Jyn’s eyes, for deep down he knew that the Jedi have not only wronged her, but broke her, and yet she's still here she is trying to desperately prove herself.

“We have a while until we reach the station, I’ve organized a dinner, tonight you and I, and the boys”

Jyn was again surprised by Plo’s suggestions, she found him to be far less stern than the traditional Jedi she was accustomed to working with, most interesting to Jyn given she was stuck with Mace Windu, who’d pick on everything she said, to him every breath could mean treason against the republic.

"Thank you, Master Plo Koon," Jyn responded, her tone genuine as she met his gaze. "I appreciate the gesture. It will be good for the squad to have some downtime together."

Something in Jyn begged her to ask Plo Koon right there and then, but she wouldn't bear to burden him with what plagued her mind.

Yet it persisted.

Sidious

Palpatine

Sidious

She couldn't shake it off, the name Sidious sent a shiver down her spine, she could not understand why the force would whisper it to her whenever she was in the proximity of the senator. Almost like something within him is calling her. But she's seen that name before, a file about Dooku and Kenobi, a file so heavily encrypted she could only dissect a few words. But Sidious, Sidious was one of them.

“General? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just thinking about the war”

“Hmm, yes, yes the war”

“I’ll see you for dinner, Master” With that Jyn returned to her assigned quarters, the thought still heavy in her mind, but she brushed it away again.

She kept the lights dimmed in her quarters, not bothering to illuminate the room when she stepped in. Instead, she unwrapped the top of her tunics and threw it onto the bed. It seems Plo Koon’s ship had housekeeping droids that already folded her clothes for her, placing them all carefully in the closet.

Hmm, I should get one of those… maybe then we'll be able to see the floor of Tech’s room.

“General.”

Jyn jumped, startled, not having noticed Hunter's presence until that moment. She turned to find him sitting there, his expression unreadable.

Jyn's heart skipped a beat, her muscles tensing as she whirled around to find Hunter standing there, his presence unexpected and unsettling.

"Hunter," she managed, her voice slightly breathless with surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Hunter's gaze was intense as he regarded her, his expression inscrutable. "Just checking in," he replied casually, though there was an underlying tension in his demeanor.

He was lying, he definitely was. Jyn thought to herself, eyebrows furrowing at him.

“Then I was right, there is definitely something on your mind… or else you would have sensed me” he tutted, it sounded almost as though he was criticizing her.

Jyn cleared her throat once again, “I was not expecting company”

“But your guard is always up”

“usually” he added.

“What do you want, Hunter?” there was a tone of sadness in her voice, it cracked so subtly, but of course, Hunter had picked up. He let go of his smug facade putting back his casual, soothing voice.

“I just wanted to ask, what are you wearing tonight?” he inquired, his eyes flickering over her form.

“What?” Jyn’s expression betrayed her, she wanted to laugh, but was certainly confused by what Hunter just said.

“You came here for fashion advice?” she chuckled.

But Hunter still kept a solid look on his face, his stern expression unfaltering as though he was still waiting for an answer.

“I haven’t decided yet” She turned back to her closet, scanning the clothes she had brought with her.

Hunter moved slowly, until he was dangerously closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. She could feel the heat radiating off him, his breath warm against the skin of her back.

"Since when did you have these tattoos?" His voice was low, sending a shiver down her spine as he gestured towards her exposed skin.

Jyn's breath caught in her throat as she realized the extent of her vulnerability. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, a flush rising to her cheeks as she struggled to regain her composure. But Hunter's proximity was unnerving, his gaze penetrating as he watched her with a mixture of curiosity and something else she couldn't quite decipher.

Jyn's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she regarded Hunter, her lips curling into a sly smile. "You think I really stayed in that rotting temple all the time?" she teased, her voice low and tinged with amusement. She let out a dark chuckle. Leaning in closer, as if to share a secret, she began to recount her venture to the lower levels of Coruscant, her tone suggestive and filled with innuendo. "Let's just say, I found a different kind of sanctuary," she murmured, her words hanging in the air with an enticing allure.

As she spoke of befriending a tattoo artist, Jyn's expression softened, a fondness evident in her eyes. "He saw something in me, thought I was some bounty hunter" she explained, "And I... I became his muse."

Hunter couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he listened to Jyn's tale, his mind racing with questions and uncertainties. What had really transpired between her and the tattoo artist? What had drawn them together, and what secrets did they share?

Jyn picked up a long dress and a matching cape, “I'll think i'll go with this”

Hunter's gaze lingered on the fabric, noting its modesty with a sense of relief. “Good,” he sternly said.

Unbeknownst to Jyn, what inspired Hunter’s intrusion was not trouble with the regs as she had initially thought, but instead, they were bonding really well, too well. Enough for Wolffe to accidentally get on his nerves.

“You’ve got yourself a great jedi master,” noted wrecker. “Plo’s Bros, classic.”

“could say the same about you, you’ve got yourselves a fine general” Wolffe emphasized on the fine, indicating that he was not exactly referring to her mannerisms.

Sinker whistled, playfully smacking Hunter on his back, “a fine fine general”

And then he added, “jokes aside, how the hell can you boys even focus… damn it I wouldnt last a day on the job”

Hunter's jaw clenched at the remark. Suppressing his frustration, Hunter forced a tight-lipped smile, masking his inner turmoil as he replied, “We focus because we have to, Commander. It’s what we were trained for.” But even as he spoke, the unease lingered. Wolffe raised an eyebrow at Echo who just shook his head in response.

Hunter rose suddenly, and without a word, he left.

“What’s the matter with him?” Wolffe questioned.

Crosshair tutted, lighting another cigarette, “You spoke of his dear general… tsk.. what do you expect”

“Crosshair! you’re going to trigger the fire alarm, I suggest you put this cigarette off immediately”

“Piss off, Tech”

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As Jyn pondered Hunter's reaction, a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips. What if he's jealous? The thought amused her more than she cared to admit. With a playful glint in her eyes, she decided to push the boundaries further, opting for perhaps the skimpiest dress she owned.

Her fingers danced over the fabric, settling on her signature dark purple and navy colors. The dress boasted a square neckline, hinting at just enough skin to leave an impression. Its open back added a touch of allure, showing off a long spine tattoo. The sheer long skirt, adorned with intricate designs, swirled with every movement, drawing attention to her figure. And the high, noticeable slit? Well, it spoke volumes, promising a glimpse of what lay beneath.

As Jyn slipped into the dress, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

@knightprincess @skellymom

[srorgana1]

Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Warnings: Dark Themes (apporaching Dead Dove, you have been warned), Supernatural/Paranormal, Blood, Violence, Gore, Death, NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Psychological and Physical Torture, Kidnapping, Hatred towards organized religion, Pain, Major/Minor character death/injury, Demonic Possession

Chapter Ten

As soon as Rey passes through the doorway, she freezes. The feeling in the séance room was so different compared to other times she has been down here. The whole space was seeped with magick. She could feel and almost see it's tendrils swirling around her coaxing her forward.

She walks up slowly to Jyn and the tall black man she has seen a couple times as they watch Mara talk to unknown person at the table. She had a feeling she knows who it is based on the head of shaggy black hair. “I got your message and Kay is covering for me. What happened?” she says as professionally as she can. It is difficult to keep focused as she feels the magick start to affect her.

“Another was taken. Ren was close to the scene and caught her signature…whoa” Jyn gasps, her eyes widening as a blast of magical power appeared. Rey’s eyes snap over to the man in the chair. It’s the same energy from AXS. She slivers as the signature swirls with the rest, seductively dark and immensely powerful. She could feel her lines raise in response, the cross around her neck beginning to tingle.

“The mighty Kylo Ren…” she hears Mara say before going still, her eyes whited out. Rey shifts uncomfortably, quietly racking her brain. She knows that name. Her face must’ve shown her question since Jyn decided to speak again. “You know his name. He was one of the original Knight of Ren like Trudgen here” she says glancing at the man beside her. He nods as his eyes flash silver.

She nods finally remembering the lecture Obi-Wan gave regarding the Knights of Ren so long ago. How they were hand made by the Devil himself and twisted to bring chaos and fear into the world. But in the end they turned on him, banishing him forever. While they helped humanity, they paid the price by becoming the basis of all Supernatural myths and legends in which humans fear.

She hears a low chuckle. “That’s the edited version” Trudgen says, staring at her. She feels another tingle, this one more intense. Another shiver racks her body. He smirks and focuses back on Mara “did you know your glowing?” What? She looks down and is shocked to see her lines are glowing gold, it’s intricate pattern spreading down her arms. She touches a line letting out a gasp as it tingles and sparks.

“Maybe Qui-Gon knew more then he let onto bringing you here” Jyn says cryptically. Rey narrows her eyes, confused at what she meant. She opens her mouth to ask but never gets to. “Come Reyna” she hears Mara say “it’s time for you to learn who you really are.” Her eyes widen as Mara looks at her, her green eyes warm and welcoming. Her legs move on their own bringing her closer to the group around the table.

“My my Reyna” she says “your powers are further along than I expected. Have you been practicing?” Mara says as you waves raven feathers over her silver bowl. “What? What are you talking about?” Rey responds, her body tight with nerves. “You’re Fae” a deep voice says next to her. She looks over to see Ren, no Kylo Ren standing there, his fierce red eyes and fangs on display.

She stares at him, his red eyes even more intoxicating than his dark ones. His handsome features complimented by his potent magical signature. He smirks, the tip of one fang peeking out. For some reason she likes the sexy but deadly vibe he exudes, even though his cover was a giant asshole.

“Rey, do you remember your parents? Your family” Mara says, breaking the moment. She clinches her fists tighter at her sides as she looked down at her feet. “No, not really. I was found by the police on the streets when I was four…” She hears Kylo take a sharp inhale through his nose, his energy spiking a little.

“Reyna, you are indeed Fae” Mara says as she places her hands in her lap. “Half to be precise. Qui-Gon could tell as soon as he saw you which is probably why he brought you here when he found you. True Fae are rare now, most of their communities were exterminated during the purges” she says with a far away look.

Rey shuts her eyes overwhelmed with this information. She had a family, kin at one time. Did any survive? If so do they know she is alive? Her heart peaks a bit, alight with a small glimmer of hope only to be crushed by Mara’s next words. “We have not heard from a Fae Court in over a hundred years. Believe me I hope some exist somewhere but I highly doubt it.”

Rey’s knees buckle, physically unable to deal with her pain of her loss of her potential chance of family. She wobbles as two strong arms encircle her, one hand lightly gliding her head to a strong pectoral. Kylo’s magick surrounds her making a protective cocoon, making her feel safe. She lets out a loud sob, finally allowing all her pent up pain out. She hears a low purring sound rumbling around her as a hand cards softly though her hair. “It’s okay, let it out” a deep voice says above her.

She sniffles as she looks up meeting his eyes. They are still red but now rimmed in a dark amber brown. They hold so much pain and anguish. She somehow knows he understands. “I’m sorry” she whispers as she lays her head back on his chest. “Don’t be” he responds, squeezing her tighter.

The silver bowl clatters to the ground pulling both of their eyes to Mara. She is stock still, her eyes whited out. The Witches swarm her again. “My lady, what is it?” the blonde Witch says as her brunette counterpart starts a low chant. She gasps as Mara’s hair starts to float. “Oh shit” Jyn says behind them. Rey can feel Kylo start to curl around her protectively.

“The unholy number will restore the one” Mara rasps in an unearthly voice as she levitates out of her chair, her mangled lower legs becoming visible at last. “One who is false will lead us astray. Darkness comes to devour us whole. He wants revenge, blood of the traitor to be fully whole. Trust the bond. Balance, balance…”

She hovers for a second, her auburn hair floating around her head like a halo. Kylo and Rey are stock still, amazed at what is before them. Kylo has seen Mara do many supernatural things in the past but this, this is something else. His eyes catch Trudgen walking up to her ready to catch her.

Her eyes shifts as she points at them. “Dyad” she whispers as she collapses into Trudgen’s waiting arms. There is a flurry of activity as the Witches, Trudgen and Jyn get Mara back to her chair and attend to her. Kylo and Rey stare at each other, both confused at what her vision meant and what is to come.

[andorerso]

What ever you do - don’t think about possessive guard dog Jyn marking her territory on Cassian. Don’t imagine Cassian Andor- super spy having to wear long necked shirts and not being able to go shirtless because someone couldn’t keep her hands and mouth to herself.

this is how this ask makes me feel (in a good way)

possessive Jyn is so real to me!! gotta let the whole base know he's hers <3

Cassian: Jyn I can't show up to debrief with Draven with a hickey

Jyn: why not 😏

but obviously he loves it (and it makes him feel wanted which is not something he often felt in his life)

[mostthingskenobi]

CASSIAN'S RECKONING - Chapter 15 The Interrogation

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Cassian is forced to face his superior officers.

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CHAPTER 15: THE INTERROGATION

Once again, Cassian’s status afforded him the right to a private room aboard the Redemption, which, similar to his quarters on Yavin, were hardly larger than a closet. After thanking the 2-1B medical droid for its care, he made his way through the winding ship passageways to the new place he would call home. There was a bunk partially built into the bulkhead with storage underneath, a narrow upright locker, and a small desk. Cassian never needed much to be comfortable; the room had a door that locked, which was all he wanted.

He snapped on the desk lamp, preferring its warm glow over the blinding, sterile overhead light. He didn’t have any possessions—they’d all been abandoned on Yavin—except for the blood-stained imperial uniform he’d been rescued in, but he pulled open the locker anyway. A half-smile crept over his lips. Two fresh shirts and pants hung inside, and a new pair of boots sat on the shelf. Amused, he thumbed through the garments. They were all the right sizes. “How does she know this stuff?” he wondered aloud.

Then something else caught his eye; behind the clothes hung a familiar item. Cassian pulled his well-worn Corellian jacket off the hanger, surprised by the relief it aroused. He slipped it on and pulled it tight against his chest, appreciating how a commonplace item could become a touchstone. The jacket made him feel a little more like himself and he knew he had Jyn to thank for it. Despite her aloof exterior, she was one of the most thoughtful people he knew. Cassian figured she wasn’t consciously aware of her kindness; it was a reflexive behavior that he’d observed in her many times.

A rap on the door interrupted his thoughts and he opened it to find one of Draven’s aides. “Sir, the general has asked that you please report to the Intelligence ready room asap.”

Wasting no time, Andor mused internally. “Let me change and I’ll be right there.”

The man saluted and left.

Cassian pulled out the clothes Jyn had bought for him and dressed. He shrugged into his jacket, feeling more confident than he had in a long time, and hurried to the unavoidable meeting he’d been dreading.

Draven, Mon Mothma, and several other high-ranking officials stood around a glowing, greenish-blue holo table in the dark ready room. “Andor,” Draven acknowledged him as he approached. “Good to see you up and about.”

“Thank you, sir.” Cassian took position at the table’s edge and crossed his hands behind his back. In truth, he didn’t feel remotely prepared for the interrogation that was about to take place, but he knew a debrief was a necessary evil. He’d been in the same position, forced to question comrades before they were ready to talk, evaluating how a tortured fellow spy may have compromised the Rebellion, choosing the cause over his own humanity.

“You know why you’re here?”

Cassian nodded.

“Then let’s get on with it.” Draven was pragmatic and had no desire to drag unpleasant business out longer than necessary. “Lieutenant Erso retrieved footage of your time in captivity. This was from an IT-O interrogator droid?”

“Yes.” Andor felt his pulse begin to rise; he tried to subtly steady himself with a deep breath.

“There is missing footage, correct?”

Cassian forced his nerves to go cold. He had a job to do and he would damn-well do it right. “Yes. The IT-O droid wasn’t present at first.”

“How long were you in captivity before documentation began?”

“I don’t know. I had no sense of time.”

“Can you confirm whether or not you divulged Alliance secrets during this undocumented period? According to the footage we do have, you looked as though you had already undergone…” Draven suddenly seemed as though he couldn’t find the words, “…harsh interrogation,” he finished.

Cassian continued controlling his breathing. “I can confirm that I did not divulge anything during the undocumented period of my captivity.”

Draven eyed the young man, waiting for further explanation.

“They didn’t ask me any questions,” Andor finally offered.

“Did you resist their efforts?”

The rebel commander smiled mirthlessly. “I didn’t really have the chance.” Hoping to satisfy Draven and prompt him to move on he said, “Tarkin wanted to loosen me up. They wanted revenge for Scarif. So, there was a lot more punching than talking to begin with.”

The general nodded once, understanding. “Did you divulge crucial information at any point?”

“Have you watched the footage?”

No one responded.

Cassian knew their silence was a tactic. They were testing him, seeing if he would lie. “Yes,” he said, silencing his internal shame. “I identified Lieutenant Erso by name.”

Mon Mothma lifted her chin and looked as though she had won a wager. She’d been certain Cassian would be fully honest with them.

“Anything else?”

“I don’t know,” Andor admitted. “I honestly can’t remember even telling Tarkin Lieutenant Erso’s name, but he proved beyond a doubt that I had. As for any other admissions, I really can’t be sure. By the time I was beginning to break I was barely conscious. I’d been injected with an array of toxins. When I try to remember what happened, I have large empty spots in my memory. I’m sorry I can’t be more specific; the details are murky.”

“What do you remember?” Mon Mothma asked gently.

Cassian glanced at her, not sure he wanted to be entirely honest now. Screaming. Pain. Cold. He suppressed the unpleasant memories and, instead, reached for one that would satisfy the senator. “I remember Rogue One coming through the door.”

After a long silence Draven spoke. “That will do for now. We’ll spare you reliving details we can glean from the recordings. If we have questions about any specifics, we’ll call you back in. We only need to know one more thing. What happened to the rest of your crew?”

Blood instantly drained from Andor’s head and his chest became tight.

“Where did things go wrong?”

Cassian’s eyes drifted down as he struggled to breathe. He could not bring himself to speak.

“Commander?”

“They were waiting for us,” he finally said, his voice struggling to stay even. “Tarkin knew we were coming. Our contact on the Death Star was a double agent.”

Mothma and Draven exchanged concerned looks.

“They lined us up on our knees.” Cassian still couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. “Death troopers shot everyone in the head.”

Draven was visibly disturbed. “Why did they let you live?”

A dark expression passed over Andor as he looked at the general. “Because I was a Scarif rebel.”

Though the endeavor had been worth the risk, Draven knew the Alliance would be paying Scarif’s price for a long time, knew the Empire had kept Cassian alive so they could punish him. Humiliating a man like Tarkin would always have consequences. “Does anyone else have questions for Commander Andor?” he asked the others. No one spoke so he turned back to Cassian. “Do you have anything else you’d like to add?”

“I’d like to ask for some paid leave.”

“I think you’ve more than earned it, given this and what you endured on Scarif.” Draven turned to his personal aide. “Four weeks, paid, full rations, no access to ships.” The aide started inputting the details into a datapad. Draven spoke to Cassian again. “Since the armada is in a state of flux, we cannot let you leave the ship. Firstly, we can’t spare the fuel and secondly, if we did let you leave, we can’t be certain you’d be able to rendezvous with us upon return.”

“Understood. I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want to sleep.”

Draven smiled. “You’ll have plenty opportunity.” He closed the file he’d been referencing during the debrief. “Stay available. We may call you in from time to time to answer questions or provide intel, but you have my word, no missions for at least four weeks.”

“Thank you.”

“Dismissed.”

END NOTES

NEXT CHAPTER IS CALLED “THE ROGUES" - Time to balance things out with a fluffy interlude.

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READ CHAPTER 1 “The Razor”

READ CHAPTER 2 “The Scythe”

READ CHAPTER 3 “The Cold”

READ CHAPTER 4 “The Expendable”

READ CHAPTER 5 “The Truth”

READ CHAPTER 6 “The Detritus”

READ CHAPTER 7 “The Salt”

READ CHAPTER 8 “The Power”

READ CHAPTER 9 “The Betrayal”

REACH CHAPTER 10 “The Ruse”

READ CHAPTER 11 “The Reprieve”

READ CHAPTER 12 “The Ghosts”

READ CHAPTER 13 “The Redemption”

READ CHAPTER 14 “The Spoils”

READ CHAPTER 15 "The Interrogation"

READ CHAPTER 16 "The Rogues"

READ CHAPTER 17 “The Absolution”

READ CHAPTER 18 “The Reach”

READ CHAPTER 19 “The Hologram”

READ CHAPTER 20 “The Divide”

READ CHAPTER 21 “The Cost”

READ CHAPTER 22 “The Fallout”

READ CHAPTER 23 “The Wounds”

READ CHAPTER 24 “The Hand”

READ CHAPTER 25 “The Heart”

READ CHAPTER 26 “The Beginning”

[frostbitepandaaaaa]

🌀🌈 for the wip ask game!!

omg tina!!! first off, thank you!! <3333 second it's so funny that you and ebby both submitted the same asks.

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

okay this one is gonna be fun because i actually haven't written any of it yet. so nice job! this is, again, an idea i have for Rebelcaptain Week!

Three days and two planets and Cassian has not once left her. Even when he should have. Even when he had maybe wanted to. He had come back for her, again and again, unable to consider that, maybe, it might be for the good of the mission. That, maybe, she might be better off without him, without the Rebellion. Hells, she might have just been better off dead. But he has to leave her now. It's the only way. (missing scene. for rebelcaptain week 2024.)

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

from Path of Totality:

“Cassian,” Jyn says into his ear. He shivers, the echo of all that had been brought to life between them ringing like a blaster shot within the simple shape of his name. She leans away and he lowers her back into the waves. Her eyes are wide, mossy iris drawn thin around blown pupils. “Does Spark… does it affect memory? Will I… I won’t forget this, right?” It’s the first time Cassian could positively identify fear in her face since they had arrived on Scith. Since they had embarked upon their first, true mission in the field together. Into strange and unmapped climes that would claim the courage of anyone not made of pure beskar like Jyn Erso. She had never once wavered, even when he would never blame her for it, and it only served to drive him deeper into the clutches of his love for her. And here she was, her only fear that she may wake up tomorrow and not remember. Not remember the hammered bronze of the ocean, the apple core suns burning in the sky, the ardent oaths exchanged with burning bellies and brows painted the color of blood. Cassian shakes his head, silently astonished. Vaguely wonders if he had always possessed this plunging depth inside him to fit everything she was able to make him feel. Or maybe she had simply thrust her way through. Had made the space herself. Hammered it out with truncheon and sheer, stubborn will. He wouldn’t put it past her. “No,” he tells her, “no. You won’t forget.”

thank you so much!!! <3

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[ragedagainst]

this makes me so angry because literally every rebel in that room is technically a "criminal." jyn's list of crimes were mainly against the empire :

warrants for forgery of imperial documents, aggravated assault against imperial personnel, escape from custody, resisting arrest, shipjacking, possession of unsanctioned weapons, unlawful conduct with undesirables, petty theft, creating a public nuisance, and disorderly conduct.

and yet she's literally brushed off as just a "criminal" regardless of what her crimes were. this connects so well with this exchange between saw and mothma :

jyn's methology and mindset is influenced by saw's teaching in so many ways, including this one. both have been reduced to "criminals" by the alliance and the council –– and yet if you want to get things done, you have to work outside of the set rules and parameters, not within them.

[traitor-for-hire]

Cœur de soldat - Chapitre X

Jyn arrive chez lui peu après midi, les joues rouges et l’air agité, les cheveux encore humides sous son écharpe. Elle retire ses bottes, puis, étrangement, retire ses chaussettes qu’elle fourre en boule dans ses bottes. C’est étrange pour elle, qui semble toujours avoir les pieds frigorifiés, surtout maintenant que l’hiver approche.

Cassian lui jette un regard interrogateur qu’elle ignore d’une façon qui lui fait ravaler ses questions et se préparer à attendre qu’elle soit prête.

Elle ne s’assoit pas, ne prend pas possession du canapé comme elle aime le faire. Au lieu de ça, elle divague à propos de tout et de rien et fait les cent pas. Cassian écoute, attend, et tente de la guider vers le canapé chaque fois que leurs yeux se croisent. Elle finit par se rapprocher et s’asseoir, mais même là elle demeure nerveuse.

Il la regarde remuer, croiser et décroiser les jambes. La regarde répondre par un flot de mots bien trop rapide aux questions soigneusement neutres qu’il lui pose.

Il n’y a pas de trace de panique ou de peur aussi essaie-t-il de ne pas s’inquiéter. Essaie d’attendre.

Ça ne fonctionne pas aussi bien qu’il l’espérait, et la troisième fois qu’elle se lève pour aller embêter Kay il la suit et l’arrête en posant une main sur son bras. Il voudrait l’envelopper de ses bras, mais il s’assure qu’elle ait suffisamment d’espace.

« Jyn », dit-il prudemment. « Qu’est-ce qu’il se passe ? »

[astromechs]

for the character ask game: Cassian + 4 and 24, Jyn + 16 and 22

for cassian:

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

ohhh man. put that guy in a spy movie. mission impossible the shit outta that guy. put him in something like john wick (incidentally that was... the thought process behind one of the AUs i'm currently writing hgjds).

but also completely on an entirely different wavelength from these vibes, he would be a very funny leading man in an austenian romance novel and i would also very much love to see that.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

i keep joking that i have a certain type of depressed man that i tend to like that cassian fits right into, but... he really does have shades of some of those. there are also some aspects of him that fit well with a lot of women characters i like who are that child soldier/assassin type. so i'm gonna go out a limb and draw some comparisons between him and a couple of marvel characters? shades of gamora and natasha romanoff for some of the latter stuff that i mentioned, shades of my c-list comic fave rich rider for just being completely broken down and tired by life and also self-sacrificing to a fault while possessing zero self-worth. so yeah... those are some connections i draw.

for jyn:

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

the way i hate jyn/krennic with the fire of a thousand suns. like... literally what was wrong with y'all. i'm trying to come up with more elaboration for this answer and i'm just literally left sitting here thinking what the FUCK.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

oooh, i love a good fic that really explores her inner world and also gives nuance to her anger because there is nuance! i guess this can kind of tie into the second part of this question, but what i really don't like are one-dimensional "angry girl" characterizations that just have her be baselessly angry and don't really explore it, and also don't really delve into who she is beyond that. i like seeing her softer sides, and i like seeing that portrayed without the character losing any of her bite. just... you know, the whole, complex, often messy (affectionate) person that is jyn.

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