#(ik it's thurs morning shhhhh)

[softnasty]

is #wipwednesday a thing on tumblr…? used to do it semi-regularly on twitter when i was in mdzs fandom but it's been soooo long now. anyway. bit of rebelcaptain that i already shared in the discord 👀 politics au fun vibes lessssgo

When Jyn defects and goes to be Gerrera's campaign manager, the second thing Cassian does — after asking Kay how the fuck that's even happening, with the ironclad NDAs and non-compete clauses that they all have, right, no special treatment? — is realizing how this means that Jyn unilaterally put an end to their thrice honored tradition of hooking up at the yearly Alliance Intergalactic Conference. The third thing he does is asking Kay to review the fine print again — it doesn't fly well: Kay asks him if he's doubting his legal skills and flings his law school diploma at him, frame and all, when Cassian dares to say that he took two law classes back in college so like, maybe he could have a look as well to make sure?

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He doesn't even mention that he only took Intro to Business Law and Intro to Media Law like, almost ten years ago at this point. Figures that probably wouldn't help his case after the diploma flinging and Kay shutting the door to his office right in his face. Cassian doesn't do anything else after that. Sits on his hands and waits for the shitstorm to inevitably hit.

It's 7:30am in Coruscant. He's had five hours of sleep (generous, his running average for the month is around four point five), two coffees (one iced, one hot — decadent and self-indulgent, for no reason at all) and a diploma thrown at his face (painful and honestly irresponsible as the unofficial poster boy of Mothma's campaign — Kay should know better). He's had worse mornings. Better ones, too, when Jyn was still by his side, sitting at the desk across from his instead of parsecs away after throwing away a job she'd held for nearly five years and whatever fraught relationship she'd had with Cassian.

It's fine. Cassian needs to make it to 8am to pull the first opinion polls number on this shitshow and prep Mothma for the press. Then he needs to make it to 8:35am when she'll go on live television and announce whoever the fuck as new campaign manager. Then—

Kay opens the door to his office again.

"Did Jyn mention any of this to you?"

Cassian gives him a look. Searches for something he could throw at him. The heaviest thing on his desk is his laptop and he really needs that.

"What the fuck do you think? What kind of relationship do you think we have, Kay?"

He flings a balled-up sheet of paper at Kay and misses. Kay closes the door to his office again.

7:32am. Yeah. Cassian's had better mornings for sure.

#rebelcaptain #fic i wrote #more to come VERY soon because i have like 1k of this already and a semi-functional ~plot with an ensemble cast of r1+andor characters #the author miss softnasty returns to her favorite genre: sex comedies #wip wednesday #(ik it's thurs morning shhhhh) #rogue one fic #idk what to tag help #make no plans and none can be broken