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Every Embrace

Every Embrace

Notes: Bodhi Rook/Gender Neutral Reader, disabled reader, everyone lives au, post-rebellion, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, fluff and angst

CW: PTSD, chronic illness, disability, medical settings, implied sexual intimacy

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★★★★★★★★

You don’t know many people who wear glasses. Most beings on Chandrila and other developed worlds undergo a simple surgery to correct their vision. But Bodhi—he had a particularly unpleasant experience with the Imperial surgeon who’d worked on his eyes at the academy, and he has no intention of ever having that kind of surgery again. Which means the goggles he wears for other mechanical work aren’t just a safety precaution—they now have prescription lenses. And if he needs to read anything, whether it’s his data pad or a cereal box, he needs glasses.

At the moment, Bodhi is frantically going through every drawer in the house. “Love,” he asks, “are you sure you didn’t move them?”

“I never touch your glasses,” you say. “Because of exactly this.”

He sighs. “I could have sworn I left them on the table in the living room.”

It occurs to you that Bodhi fell asleep reading on the sofa last night and had to be coaxed to get up and come to bed. After lifting a few cushions, you find not one but two pairs of specs in the sofa. You call his name and hold your findings up in front of you.

His smile brightens his whole face. “I was starting to feel a bit mad,” he says. “Where were they?”

“Couch cushions.”

Bodhi takes the lenses from you, puts one pair on the kitchen counter and one on his head, like he used to wear those welding goggles back during the war. You know based on your own experience with eye health, and the eye health of many of your peers, that one of these days your partner is going to find himself needing corrective lenses for more than just reading. As you watch him return to his task, hunched over the recipe he’d been trying to read, those glasses ever so slightly sliding down the bridge of his nose—you can’t help but think how handsome he looks.

“Good,” he says. “I added a few things to the grocery list, and I’ve sent it to Cilvie in case you two want to do that tomorrow.”

“Bodhi—”

“It’s fine if you don’t. I can take care of it after work.”

“We can probably go to the store tomorrow. But I need you to sit down. You haven’t stopped moving since you got home.”

Bodhi sighs, running a hand through his long, dark hair. “I’ve been trying not to think about it,” he says. “I just feel like…maybe I’m forgetting again.”

Every fiber of your being wants to run to him, but you know he needs to come to you. With his memory—he doesn’t talk about it if he doesn’t want to and you know not to pry.

So you sit on the couch, take a deep breath, close your eyes. And when you open them, he’s there, next to you. He wraps his arms around you, his big hands gentle and warm. He slides his glasses to the top of his head again, pushing back his hair.

“You always figure me out,” he says. “But please don’t panic on my behalf.”

“Are you actually comforting me right now, Bo?” you ask. “When you’re clearly struggling?”

“No one calls me that but you,” he says. “Not since I was small.” He stares straight ahead for a moment, something in his eyes tells you he’s not entirely here with you.

“Bo,” you say, “come back to me.”

He smiles, takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “Sometimes…” he says, pausing to take a breath. “Sometimes it’s nice for me to just be able to take care of you. To make sure you are safe and happy. Maybe it’s a bit selfish but it’s something I couldn’t do even for myself for a long time.”

Resting your head on his shoulder, you notice how nice he smells—some combination of shampoo, the clean cotton of his shirt, a light cologne he knows you like. You want to ask him what he’s thinking, whether he’s okay. But you know he has more to tell you. And the only way you’ll hear it is if you wait for him to be ready.

It’s not long before he lets out a long breath and says, “I made a doctor’s appointment a few weeks ago. Neurology specialist.”

“That’s a big step,” you say, wondering how much he’d been keeping from you, knowing how he hates the idea of burdening you with his own health issues. “You could have told me—I know this is really hard on you.”

“I know. It’s just a little too real, I guess.” He pauses. “But I have to know.”

It had been years since Bodhi had had his mind violated by Bor Gullet, a being who could not only see inside your mind but change it, move things around, make you believe anything or leave you with nothing at all. Bodhi was lucky to have mostly recovered, but there were side effects—then and still. For a while doctors said his symptoms lined up entirely with his PTSD, but Bodhi wasn’t so sure. Doubts like that can overwhelm a person, and now, after all this time wondering if he might have some kind of brain injury, there’s only one way to find out for sure.

“When is it?” you ask.

“Well,” he says, a “It was set for a few months from now. But I got a call right before I left work today and there’s an opening tomorrow. So…”

You take his face in your hands, gently caress his short beard before drawing him into a brief kiss. “I’m proud of you,” you say. “Where are we going tomorrow?”

“We?”

“I’m not letting you do this alone.”

“All right then,” he says. “The specialist is on Hosnian Prime. We’ll have to leave early.”

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll be with you.”

Bodhi takes your hand, brings it to his lips for a sweet kiss. “Thank you, love.”

You hear Cilvie chirping from down the hall: packing your bag.

Someone in this house is always eavesdropping, but it is nice of your droid to take care of that for you. You thank her, and then look to Bodhi, his big, dark eyes reflecting so much love.

“It’s going to be okay,” you tell him. “We’ve got this.”

*

You’d been living together for just a few months the first time Bodhi went to a doctor’s appointment with you. He’d actually suggested it, hoping to provide some comfort, maybe even get some insight into what to watch out for in an emergency. If it had been any other man, you might have balked at the idea, wondered what controlling nonsense he was up to. But it was Bodhi, the most sincere being you’d ever met. So you agreed.

Unfortunately, the appointment he joined you on had brought a decent amount of bad news. Medications weren’t working as they were supposed to, side effects of other medications might be too risky given your conditions. You left feeling somehow both deflated and panicky. When Bodhi came in from the waiting room, the physician had nothing helpful to share with him, either.

In the turbolift, on the way from the doctor’s office to the parking garage, Bodhi asked you, “How are you feeling? I mean, physically.”

“Not terrible,” you told him. “Same as this morning.”

“Right,” he said. “Okay, well, we’re getting dessert then.”

“Have you even had lunch?” you asked.

“I think dessert is in order regardless,” he said, putting an arm around you, bringing your body close to his. “Maybe a bit of chocolate, even.”

Bodhi touched his nose to yours and you closed your eyes, breathing in the comfort of being close to him, his familiar scent, the steady beating of his heart, the strands of hair fallen loose from his braid brushing against your cheek.

“I really thought there was going to be good news today,” you said. “Something helpful.”

“I know.” he whispered. “I’m so sorry that wasn’t the case.”

“I’m so tired,” you said. “How do we have so many advancements in medicine and I’m still such a mess?”

“You’re not a mess,” he said. “I know I can’t do a lot to help right now, but…whatever I can do? I’m going to do that.” You’d almost reached the level where your speeder was parked when Bodhi pressed a kiss to your lips and said, “If that’s all right with you, I mean.”

And in his embrace, some of your anxiety started to fade. He took your hand as you walked to your vehicle, opened the door for you as if you were on a first date. “I know a place,” Bodhi said. “I have a client in this neighborhood that I’ve done work for. She has a hard time leaving the house so usually Pao or I come to her. And there’s a cantina—you’ll see. The sweets menu is glorious.”

“Glorious?”

“Glorious.”

It was a quick drive to the little cantina, and when you walked in, Bodhi’s arm around your waist, you immediately knew why he wanted to bring you here. It was a casual comfort food spot, and right by the door was the very full dessert case.

You found a booth in the back corner and you ended up ordering a sandwich to split before indulging in the dessert menu. It was just before dusk and not particularly crowded. As you were waiting for your late lunch, Bodhi got up from the table abruptly, told you he’d be right back.

When you’d met, back on Yavin, Bodhi had been shy, almost debilitatingly so, often compensating for his anxiety by talking too fast and too much—something you’d come to find charming even if others merely tolerated it. But in the pilot’s seat or in combat, according to the folks who’d fought alongside him, he would almost become a different person—a man with a commanding presence and a sharp tactical mind. That was how he’d been consistently promoted. If he hadn’t decided to step away from the Navy, you both knew he would have earned the rank of General.

He’d grown into himself since those early days, his confidence coming back to him as he’d found strength in his found family. In you. But still, it surprised you when he put a credit in the cantina’s old-fashioned jukebox, returning to you with an outstretched hand.

“I’ve always loved this song,” he said. “Come dance with me.”

“What?” you asked, not entirely sure that he was serious.

“Dance with me, love. Just for a little while.”

You raised an eyebrow as you took his hand, the slow, soft melody coming in over the speakers in the early evening calm.

“Come on, now,” he said, a smile in his eyes. “This song makes me think of you, you know.”

As soon as you were in his arms, it didn’t matter whether people were watching. “How many years have I known you, Bodhi Rook? And not known that you could dance?”

“Too many, perhaps,” he said, quickly brushing his lips over your cheek. “Maybe this is something we should do more often.”

“Dancing?”

“With the promise of dessert.”

*

Bodhi’s original U-Wing was a total loss when it crashed on Endor. And while he’d enjoyed his stint as an X-Wing pilot through the Battle of Jakku and the month that he’d spent piloting a repurposed zeta-class transport—much like the one he’d flown with the Empire—it was the U-Wing that he kept coming back to when he was looking for something to salvage for personal use.

“My whole life turned around when Cassian pulled me aboard that ship,” he said on the day he finally made his decision. “It’s a quite different, this civilian model. I’ll have to install a hyperdrive somehow, and we’ll need a new droid port…”

You’d let him ramble, even though what he was saying may as well have been Huttese to you. And today as you board the U-Wing—Bodhi’s U-Wing—you admire as always the beauty of it, so much of it built from scrap but crafted and polished to look like new. With his hands.

Now in hyperspace, the silver streak of stars just outside the transparisteel windows, you settle on one of the plush benches that Bodhi had reupholstered himself a few years back. With Red keeping an eye on the navigation, Bodhi comes back to sit with you.

“Thanks for coming with me, love,” he says,  “I can’t say I’m excited about this.”

“I know,” you say. “But if you get some answers, it’s worth it, right?”

He nods, pulling your legs over his so you’re nearly in his lap, his arms around you, bringing closer to his body. “I’m so afraid that I could lose something important. In my mind,” he says. “That I could lose my memories with you.”

You place one hand over his heart. He’s wearing a v-neck t-shirt and a soft cardigan—so different from how you used to find him in the back of the old U-Wing, so many years ago. But, stars, how you love him in v-necks—how they compliment his toned chest, the way one of his tattoos peeks out from under the collar.

“Bodhi,” you say. “That won’t happen. And if it did, I’d be right here to remind you.”

You caress your partner’s cheek, give his neatly trimmed beard a little tickle before he touches his forehead to yours, a few strands of dark hair slipping from where he’d pulled it halfway back, still damp from his shower earlier this morning.

“I hope the answer isn’t surgery,” he says. “I don’t know if I can handle that.”

“Whatever it is, we’ll do it together, Bo,” you say. “I promise. There’s nothing in the galaxy that you have to do alone.”

“Okay.”

“You look really nice today, you know.”

“Now you’re just trying to distract me.”

“Maybe I am,” you say. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”

Bodhi kisses you then, his hunger for your touch evident as he takes your face in his hands, his lips moving slow but firm as they fit to yours so perfectly that you feel like you were made for each other.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “Is this okay?”

“It’s more than okay,” you tell him.

He responds with more kisses, deeper and more urgent as he leads you to the little pull-out cot he’d installed where on his old Alliance ship there would have been a second door and an ion canon. As you lie down, Bodhi folding the both of you under a blanket and sliding his hands under your clothes, you’re glad for the curtain behind the cockpit. When Bodhi’s gentle fingertips trace the curve of your thigh, you hope that this moment of pleasure is bringing him even half the peace it’s bringing you, a bit of warm calm in the cold of hyperspace.

*

“You know, the day we met, I thought that I’d never get to spend any time with you—and I hated it,” you told Bodhi. Back at home, you were now snuggled up on the couch together watching a holofilm you’d both seen more times than you could remember. “You were a big hero—the kind of pilot who had so much attention on him that he’d never have the time to spend with non-combat personnel.”

“Well,” he said. “As I’ve told you, I fell in love with you the day I met you, when you handed me that jacket. I’d never had a jacket that fit me so well,” He paused to softly run his knuckles over your cheek. “And you were so beautiful, love. Radiating kindness. I had no choice but to break things on purpose to keep coming back to see you.”

“Excuse me?” you said. There were a few times that you suspected he might be up to something, but back then you couldn’t quite imagine that this attractive, important man would break so many zippers just to see you.

“I didn’t really leave the cockpit much that first year after Scarif. Between having to learn to use my new leg and the fact that I was rubbish with a blaster…well, I wasn’t putting as much strain on my clothes as, say, Han or Jyn.”

“I knew it,” you said, laughing.

“And you never said anything?” Bodhi’s smile was so big and so charming—the smile you’d fallen for back on Yavin. And you reached to tuck a few strands of hair behind his ear, a handsome, if premature, streak of silver that had come in a year or so ago.

“Because every day I hoped to hear you’d somehow popped another button on your uniform. So that I could see you, too. Plus, you always brought me caf—and knew exactly how I liked it.”

“Of course I did. You were it for me,” he said, kissing you softly. “You are it for me, love. You know that right?”

You smile. “Well…let’s just say a more responsible tailor would have taught you to sew a button.”

“I’m glad you never did.”

“Me, too.”

*

It’s hard being in the waiting room, knowing that Bodhi is just beyond a door you can see a few meters away from where you’re sitting, and not wanting to be there. But there’s radiation involved, and he has Red, so Bodhi suggested that you go explore downtown. And you’d thought about it, but ended up just getting a cup of caf and a sandwich and returning to the waiting room to read a book. It’s been a few hours, and you’re starting to worry when the door opens and Bodhi emerges, followed by Red.

He looks tired—but not upset. You must look tired, too, because the first thing he says is, “How long have you been sitting here?”

“I just wanted to be here if you needed me,” you told him.

Red chirps: made sure Bodhi was okay.

“I know you did.” You say, giving the droid a little pat. Turning back to Bodhi, you ask, “How’d it go?”

He takes your hand and leads you out of the office, to the turbolift, out to the busy sidewalk. And then he says, “Mostly good news, I think.” He pauses, takes a breath. “Let’s find a place to get some dinner and we can talk about it.”

So you find a little diner, snag a corner booth, retrieve Bodhi’s reading glasses from your shoulder bag so he can read the menu, and after ordering some local comfort food, he tells you about the appointment.

“So they did find something,” he says. His voice is a little shaky, and you squeeze his hand. “I should have had you come in to hear it from the doctor—something about scar tissue. But it’s entirely treatable.”

“What kind of treatment?”

“There’s a medication that they sent to the pharmacy back home,” he says. “But I have to take it in conjunction with therapy.”

You smile at Bodhi, the look on his face a bit sheepish. Bodhi hadn’t done talk therapy in years. His previous therapist had retired unexpectedly and he never got around to finding someone new. He was doing pretty well so you’d never felt like it was your place to push him to find a new clinician. But you can tell in this moment that he’s dreading it.

“Are you going to do it?” you ask.

“Of course,” he says. “The neurologist already put in a referral to someone back on Chandrila. I looked her up, she sounds lovely. But I’m not thrilled about it.”

You reach to touch his face, tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. “Whatever you need from me to support you in this, it’s yours.

“Thank you,” he says before sneaking a quick kiss. “I’m glad you came today.”

“Me, too.”

When you leave the diner, it’s dark out. Both of you had talked earlier about possibly doing something fun tonight, but that was before the long day you’d had. Standing on the sidewalk, you ask Bodhi if he’s about ready to head back to the ship to get some sleep before leaving tomorrow.

“Actually, love,” he says. “I booked us a room. I thought it would be nice. Maybe even a bit romantic…I know you’re probably exhausted, though.”

“How far is it from here?”

Bodhi points out a tall building just a few blocks away. “It’s right there, I think. With the red spire. Are you good to walk?”

“I should be fine.”

With Bodhi’s arm around your waist you make your way to the hotel and, when you get to your room, Red plugs himself into the droid port in the corner and lets you know that he’s shutting down for the night. You’re about to ask about your luggage when you find that Bodhi has had your bags brought here by a courier earlier that day.

“You’ve thought of everything,” you say.

Bodhi pulls you close, touches his nose to yours. “You deserve everything, darling,” he says. “I mean that.”

When he kisses you, the sounds of the city fade away and a desire wakes inside you, a hunger to be closer to this brave, good man—who even in the midst of his own difficulties is thinking of you. You press closer to him, and Bodhi starts humming—a song he always says reminds him of you, and you sway with him, a sweet slow dance to shake off the stress of the day.

Soon you’re undressing each other, stumbling toward the bed, sliding into the soft sheets, clothes landing in piles on the floor.

Bodhi kisses your jaw and whispers in your ear, “You took such good care of me today. Can I take care of you now?”

You nod and he begins a gentle trail of kisses down your neck, your shoulder, your clavicle, your sternum. His beard tickles your skin as you realize you have goosebumps from the pleasure of his touch.

“Stars,” he says, taking your hand, his fingers lacing in between yours. “Have I ever told you that you’re perfect?”

And as he continues, pressing his soft lips to your tummy, you know he knows that neither of you are perfect by any standard measurement. That you are both deeply flawed, clinically. Emotionally. Still, you believe him when he tells you this.

“So are you,” you tell him. “And I love you so much.”

He hushes you, and you make a mental note to reassure him later of his strength and his beauty, how his body and his mind are exquisite and how lucky you are to have him. But for now, you relax into this moment with him, a sweet bit of pleasure that both of you deserve.

★★★★★★★★

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[bejeweled-jyn]

Chapters: 7/?

Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebellion Era - All Media Types, Andor (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor & Jyn Erso

Characters: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor, Davits Draven, Mon Mothma, Maz Kanata, Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus, Saw Gerrera, Bodhi Rook, Ruescott Melshi

Additional Tags: Rebelcaptain - Freeform, Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Undercover, Enemies to Lovers, Trapped In A Closet, Strangers to Lovers, Stranger Sex, Oral Sex, Sex, Porn With Plot, One Night Stands, Rogue One Fix-It, Angst, Fluff and Humor, Romance, POV Cassian Andor, POV Jyn Erso, Bisexual Jyn Erso, Captain Andor

Summary:

Jyn and Cassian meet about 6 months before the events of rogue one take place. They met on Takodana while Jyn was working on smuggling and petty theft to stay alive, she was going under the alias Kestral Dawn. Cassian under the alias Joreth Sward, was undercover working intelligence for the rebel alliance trying to get involved in a smuggling route that had some information on where the alliance could get resources for the new Yavin IV base. The night doesn’t go as planned for either of them chaos ensues and lots of fun has happened between the pair. They then reunite at Yavin IV after Jyn is rescued from Yavin IV. They assumed they would never see each other again but fate had other plans.

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Little Moonlight

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by BumbleHumbleBee

“Please remain still,” it tells her, pressing the injector to her skin. A sharp sting in her arm and the droid takes blood, analyzing instantly.

“You are dehydrated.”

“Is that all?” She sighs. “I feel like bantha fodder because I haven’t had enough water?”

“You also have elevated levels of human chorionic gonadotropin,” it tells her, completely as passive as only a droid can be.

“I-…what? What does that mean?”

“You are pregnant.”

Traveling around the galaxy on the move with the Rebel fleet isn't the most ideal place to learn that you're pregnant, but since when have Jyn and Cassian ever done anything the easy way?

Words: 7293, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebellion Era - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Chirrut Îmwe, Bodhi Rook, Ruescott Melshi, Baze Malbus, Leia Organa, Shara Bey, Hera Syndulla, Maz Kanata, K-2SO (Star Wars)

Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso

Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Female Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Post-Rogue One, Rogue One Crew Survives Scarif (Star Wars), Found Family, Rebellion Era (Star Wars), Playing fast and loose with some of the timeline and where characters would be, Bedside Vigils, Medical Jargon, Medical Procedures, Established Relationship, Author has her favourite tropes and will literally try and use all of them

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ah, love, let us be true (to one another) by @thaddeuscranes (regency au) (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

Penny For Your Thoughts (series) by @eupheme (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield, Peter Parker)

Approach Shift (series) by @psithurista (f!reader) **

✨ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries

An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x klaus mikaelson, elena x elijah mikaelson, elena x kol mikaelson) **

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[wackyart]

My first ever RebelCaptain fic for you all, christmas vibes in the middle of July X'D

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/M

M/M

Multi

Fandoms:

Star Wars - All Media Types

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

Relationships:

Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso

Cassian Andor & Jyn Erso

Cassian Andor & K-2SO

Cassian Andor & Jyn Erso & Chirrut Îmwe & Baze Malbus & Bodhi Rook

Chirrut Îmwe/Baze Malbus

Cassian Andor & Jyn Erso & Chirrut Îmwe & K-2SO & Baze Malbus & Bodhi Rook

Chirrut Îmwe & Bodhi Rook

Characters:

Cassian Andor

Jyn Erso

Chirrut Îmwe

Baze Malbus

K-2SO (Star Wars)

Bodhi Rook

Additional Tags:

Everyone Needs A Hug

Everyone Is Alive

Not me writing a christmas fic in the middle of june

Post-Rogue One

Rogue One Fix-It

Rogue One Crew Survives Scarif (Star Wars)

Christmas

Christmas Party

Christmas Tree

Christmas Fluff

Fluff

Domestic Fluff

How Do I Tag

Jyn Erso Needs A Hug

Protective Cassian Andor

Soft Cassian Andor

Cassian Andor Needs a Hug

Cassian Andor Lives

Married Chirrut Îmwe/Baze Malbus

Sassy K-2SO (Star Wars)

K-2SO Being K-2SO (Star Wars)

K-2SO Lives (Star Wars)

Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Family Fluff

Family Feels

Found Family

OTP Feels

otp

Cassian Andor is a Sweetheart

Protective Jyn Erso

K-2SO Being a Little Shit (Star Wars)

Good Friend K-2SO (Star Wars)

Movie: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

denial is a river in egypt

Ignore canon harder

Language: English

#star wars #sw rebels #rebelcaptain #rebelcaptain fic #ao3 works #ao3 tags #ao3fic #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3feed #ao3 stuff #jyn erso x cassian andor #jyn erso #cassian andor #jyn x cassian #cassian andor fluff #rebelcaptain fluff #this is so soft #my first work for them #Star wars #rogue one #k2so #rogue one feels #rogue one fanfiction

[abubblingcandle]

Oh J for the ask game, please!

J:  What’s your favorite fanfic trope?  Have you written it?

This is a tough one as it depends on the fandom for me but I am always a sucker for a Soulmates AU.

I've written a couple in my time but not the biggest fan of writing it. The main one that I remember was for Rogue One Cassian/Jyn called A Soul Aches

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A Soul Aches (1177 words) by ABubblingCandle Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso, Bodhi Rook/Luke Skywalker Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Bodhi Rook, Luke Skywalker, Orson Krennic Additional Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies Series: Part 1 of 1MW Bingo Feb 2017 Summary: Both Cassian Andor and Jyn Erso had dreamt of meeting their soulmates but sometimes your dreams get pushed to the side in the fight for survival

#fanfiction #rogue one #soulmates au

[regrettablewritings]

F,h,k, and m for bhodi please!!

Glad to see the Bodhi fandom is alive and kicking! Stuff’s below the cut

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?):

Surprisingly, Bodhi is someone who handles the realization of his feelings the best out of the Rogue One squad (second only to Chirrut). He’s not necessarily emotionally congested like Cassian or Jyn, and he’s most definitely not the type to bombastically deny anything like Baze; he’s actually very self-aware and in tune with his feelings. Because of this, he’s not in denial to himself when he recognizes he has romantic feelings for you. However, it is also because of this that he doesn’t fully buy into the depth at which he feels for you: Bodhi knows he’s a romantic at heart, and it’s caused him some heartbreak in the past with a rejection or two. 

It actually doesn’t register to him as a real, genuine form of love until it one day clicks with him just how much of a calming presence you were to have in his life.

He already knew you helped him relax: You could get him to melt like butter with just a hug or a few scritches of your fingers against his scalp. But these were arguably short-term stims; they weren’t unappreciated, he just never thought to look into them as anything particularly beyond what they appeared to be. At first.

There wasn’t anything particularly special about the day that it hit him. There wasn’t even anything mind-blowing about the moment: There had been plenty of days that ended with his head in your lap as you rubbed his scalp soothingly. Yet he still found himself thinking about the day: There had been no immediate errands assigned to either party, so you both were able to take your time with breakfast; he helped you deliver spare parts scavenged from wrecked Imperial TIE-Fighters to the engineering department for their own use; you helped him apply minute repairs to the small ship he’d been assigned; you both sat in on a counsel meeting; and then you managed to convince him to ditch training (“C’mon, they’re just gonna make you run laps on those spindly legs.”).

And you’d been sitting together, under this tree, ever since. He wasn’t sure if it had been an hour or less, but whatever it was just wasn’t enough; he wanted to always be in a feeling like this, with his head on your lap and the warm sun cradling you both in silence. Well, relative silence: The tree you’d sought refuge beneath was just close enough to the base to still be able to hear a bit of the commotion, but neither of you seemed to mind. In fact, if it weren’t for the X-Wings and pods were flying over head, the whirring of droids, and drill instructors shouting orders, one might’ve forgotten that there was a war going on.

. . . Bodhi had forgotten there was a war going on. Well, maybe not completely, but just enough that it didn’t once hit him hard enough to make his stomach clench with fear. His brain hadn’t been invaded by an intrusive thought all day: There was no “What if this doesn’t last?” or “A bomb could drop any moment” or even “Any moment now, somebody is going to come find us and tell me I have a mission to go on.” Even now, he hadn’t once thought about the very real possibility that an instructor would come find him and drag him from the sweet comfort of his significant other’s arms to the brutal reality of training.

Instead, he’d spent the entire day just being present with you. The most of the future he considered was, “I wonder what comes next?”

And if you could make someone like Bodhi think that, then surely you had to be pretty darn special.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?):

As much as he loves your touch, Bodhi isn’t one for public displays of affection. It just doesn’t sit well with him, hence why hand-holding tends to be reserved for when the two of you are alone. If you’re relaxing by one of the designated “Bodhi Relaxation Trees”, there’s a good chance that in some way, your fingers are entwined.

The cute thing about it is that it feels so very schoolboyish: The grip isn’t too tight, and there’s a fluttering sense of nervousness. But not in Bodhi’s usual line of nerves: It’s more akin to that of a little boy finally being able to hold his crush’s hand. Complete with a slight dampness of sweat (but not damningly so)! Nevertheless, it’s part of the methods you can use to calm him. On the rare occasion, however, you can slip a handhold or two in. But usually only due to a very certain criteria: If you’re at a council meeting, and you’re in the very back, and/or Bodhi’s built-in stress-o-meter is rocketing so hard that you can feel it radiating off of him.

In which case, he certainly could benefit from feeling your hand in his, grounding him with every gentle and consoling stroke of your thumb across his knuckles.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?):

Bodhi’s kisses are short and sweet, more like pecks than anything. But that’s not a bad thing: They leave you wanting more!

When it came to the first kiss, you two had to meet halfway. Initially, to your intrigue, it was Bodhi who seemed intent on closing the distance between the both of you as you sat on his cot in his section of the sleeping quarters. As tempting as it was to poke at how he must’ve felt pretty confidence, you were far too pleased with what his body language appeared to be telling you: His lips slightly puckered, eyes nearly closed as if relaxing, breathing quickening --

You nearly pouted when he froze. Dammit, you scowled, where did all that courage go?! Still, you were quite proud of him for even trying to initiate physical contact, especially for such a big first. That was a big deal; it deserved a reward.

Bodhi, on the other hand, wanted to kick himself. He’d been so sure of his confidence -- right up to the last moment, when his stupid anxieties just had to come crawling back into his senses. He began to lean back, trying his best not to visibly pout. But then, maybe this was for the best? What if his lips were too dry? What if the kiss was way too moist? What if he accidentally smacked his forehead against yours, or poked your eye, or clashed your teeth together, or --

He barely had time to process your hands cupping his face before he found himself being pulled back towards you. Toward your lips . . .

He always did work better with your help . . .

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?):

For as little as there generally is to do on Yavin IV, you two still manage to find the means to harvest memories out of: In little walks, in conversations, in sleep-muddled talks about the future. To narrow it down when the two of you had only just begun your story together would be a crying shame. Besides . . . You’re both holding out for a good memory off-planet, out of a war-riddled period. Fingers crossed that it involves a night out on Canto Bight with plenty of hijinks to get in and out of without Bodhi having a panic attack or going crazy at the betting tables.

Thanks for asking! Hope it turned out okay . . .

#bodhi rook #bodhi rook x reader #rogue one x reader #star wars x reader #bodhi rook imagine #bodhi rook imagines #rogue one imagine #rogue one imagines #regrettablewritings #fluff alphabet #*in sing-song voice* guess who wrote while tired but ambitious? #this bich this bich 🎶

[retvenkos]

“and the stars could be ours.”

OKAY, MY FRIENDS, GET READY BECAUSE YOU ARE ABOUT TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE FRIENDS WITH MY MAN BODHI ROOK...

so, to begin, you are an mechanic for the empire

it was never really your choice, but the fact of the matter was that you had limited skills and you needed to eat

and your feelings toward the empire? they were necessary. and all you did was fix broken droids, there were no conflicting morals within you.

and you were good at your job

and you know they kept an eye on you, waiting for the moment to move you up

and after a few months, they moved you to work on transport carriers and shuttles

and you don’t know what they are transporting, and you don’t want to know

because you’re a good person

and even though the empire feeds you, you’re self-aware enough to know that things aren’t great

and when you look in the eyes of some of the pilots, you know there are things you shouldn’t talk about

that’s where you meet bodhi

you were fixing up a shuttle that he was going to fly, and he came to check on the progress

“it’s finished.”

“really? i was told it wasn’t even going to be looked at in a few more days.”

“the faster i fix them, the more money i get.”

“i understand that.”

“i’m (y/n).”

“bodhi rook.”

and even though he was all nerves, you liked him

and when he comes back, he sees you and asks you to check his shuttle if you have time

and you say you’ll do it right then if he gives you company

and he agrees

because, underneath it all, everyone working for the empire is  l o n e l y

and you become friends after that

you check his transports and he brings you things back from other planets

you had never visited them, and his stories are all you have

and the two of you are close

you will gamble with him and stop him from gambling everything

it’s a bit of a problem, really - a stress-reliever gotten out of hand

you also share stories of life before the empire

the two of you don’t have much to remember, but what little you have, you swap like campfire stories

bodhi is vvv emotional and will definitely open up after a drink or two

and you really thought of bodhi as close enough to be your brother

maybe he reminds you of one you used to have...

after a year or two, your moved to work on bigger ships - starfighters and battleships

and you saw the people who used them and you got chills

and deep down, you realized that you were complicit in the violence that the empire afflicted all over the galaxy

and through your lifetime, you had seen people you knew and loved killed by the empire, or worse, ruined by it and alive

and while you were against them, could you ever really be that?

you can’t just leave the empire

especially not on your own

and what would you even do once you got away?

and you kept these feelings close to your chest

because if the empire found out, they would kill you

mechanics are a dime a dozen - you weren’t special

and one day, you hear stormtroopers talking

it shook you, to be honest. they had never so much as coughed in your presence

but they didn’t see you underneath the ship, and maybe that was for the best

and they spoke about... rebel alliance??

the last you had heard of them, they were rebel cells. but now they were organized???

and they gave a location???

this was a careful subject

so, of course, you go to bodhi

and first you just wanted to talk to him to get your mind off of it

but then he asked you

“so, have you cracked those stormtroopers yet? have any rumors?”

and you could hear the joke in his voice

but that didn’t stop you from spilling

which, as it always seemed to happen, made bodhi vvv nervous

and you apologized, but it made his mind race

and the next morning, you pass him and you see he is still so shook he  f l i n c h e s  when you call out his name

oh, no. this is not good

if the empire finds out what you know, this wouldn’t end well

so you go with bodhi on his shuttle run - imperial documents to galen erso

you damage the droid that the documents are in and say you can fix it before you come out of hyperspace

and you are honestly a little shocked that the empire allowed it

and on the way there, you’re tinkering with the droid and bodhi whispers to you, asking you what you think of the empire - what you would do if you met a rebel

and it’s  t e n s e

and you come close, just in case the empire is listening

“bodhi, you’re like my brother, and i trust you.”

“i won’t tell a soul.”

and you believe him

and you tell him if he had the chance, you would defect

and he tells you he has your chance

and then you look at him warily, and he just gives you a hopeful smile

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

#star wars #rogue one #bodhi rook #x reader #reader insert #imagine #headcanons #would include #platonic!reader #platonic #fluff #bodhirookheadcanons

[melyzard]

Rebelcaptain, don't lose your head

I went weird places with this. In my defense, it’s kind of vague. 

Warning: I tried really hard to make this extremely fluffy, but there is angst in this chili. Mind your allergies.

Read it here.

Cassianclimbs the rock face every day, and Jyn doesn’t know what to do about it.

#rogue one #star wars #my writing #jyn erso #cassian andor #jyn x cassian #rebelcaptain #bodhi rook #chirrut imwe #baze malbus #k2so #angst #fluff #established relationship #trying to be a good partner #even when you don't really know what that is #dealing with past trauma #oh and whipped cream #because that totally fits with the rest of these things #ibonekoen

[rogueonetrash]

Bodhi x Reader: First Fight

       (Y/N) awoke to the unexpected smell of pancakes floating through the air of her/his headquarters. She/He smiled, knowing what this meant. Bodhi did this some mornings, usually the ones when he’s in a good mood. Excited to see why, (Y/N) rolled out of bed and headed into the kitchen.

     Bodhi stood over the stove scrambling some eggs. He wore an old t-shirt and some sweatpants with his hair up in a messy bun. Behind him, The table was set with fruits and flowers which popped with colors and smells. (Y/N) snuck up to Bodhi’s back and wrapped her/his arms around his neck.

     “You’re up early” she/he giggled, resting her/his head on his shoulder. Bodhi giggled right back, giving her/him a quick peck and putting the eggs on a plate which he carried over to the table, (Y/N) following him to it.

      “I had to make you some things.” he said, pulling out  chair for her/him. These moments alone with Bodhi are always her/his favorite. After all they’d been through, it was really important that they still were capable of having them. (Y/N) waited for Bodhi to sit down before speaking. She/he was ready to know this story.

       “What’s got you so happy this morning?” 

        Bodhi motioned for (Y/N) to eat and took a huge sip of orange juice as if he was preparing. 

         “I found him.” Bodhi shook his head in disbelief. “I actually found him!”

          (Y/N) covered her/his mouth which was full of pancake. There was something they had spoken about once that this may be dealing with. Still, it was early and she/he wasn’t sure.

           “Him?” she/he asked while still chewing. The pilot grabbed her/his hand, nodding. “My brother. He’s alive! He wasn’t on Jedha and I finally found him. I’m going to take him here!” It didn’t take long for Bodhi to start rambling. He had grown up the youngest of six, two brothers and three sisters. After Jedha was destroyed, he never knew what happened to them. (Y/N) was struggling to keep up, but knew how important this was.

          “Bodhi, that’s incredible!” (Y/N) squeezed Bodhi’s palm tightly. How did you mange to find him?”

            Bodhi’s expression seemed to say ‘you won’t believe this’. He squeezed (Y/N)s hand right back. “The Empire. I was-” 

           “The Empire?!” (Y/N) pulled away. It was almost an automatic response to hearing those dreaded words. Bodhi had left the Empire out of his own bravery, it’s part of the reason she/he admired him so much. Why on Earth would he want to contact them?  She turned away from him, sorry she/he had reacted so quickly,  but still wanting to stand her/his ground.“That isn’t a good idea Bodhi” she/he mumbled at her plate.

              Bodhi leaned over the table to see her/his face and so that she/he could see his.“Please, just listen to me.”  His brown eyes begged for (Y/N) (Y/E/C)s attention.  After a breif pause, She/he sighed and gestured for the cargo pilot to continue. 

              “He still works for the Empire. But I think if he see’s me, if he sees us, he’ll want to join the alliance.” 

            “So he works for the Empire.... And you want to take him here?” This was ridiculous, even to (Y/N) who always loved a good risk. But when it came to Bodhi, it was different. He/She knew that he was better than that. “He could take entire troops here and completely expose us!”

           Bodhi shook his head, avoiding eye contact. He clearly was trying not to think this and when he thinks too much about what could happen, he starts to feel crazy. (Y/N) couldn’t tell if he didn’t believe it or just didn’t want to. “No, he’s my brother. He wouldn’t do that to me.”

            “How do you know?!” (Y/N) snapped. “This “brother” has every advantage over you and he probably know’s how you are!” Bodhi squinted at her/him. How he is? She/he groaned, annoyed at her own wording . “That you’ll trust him. Look, You left the Empire, he stayed! He had his opportunity, how do you know he won’t take this one for the Empire?” 

           Bodhi was stuttering. (Y/N) was never this stern with him before. and for some reason he firmly believed that his brother would want to change. He had to, for his own sanity. Why couldn’t (Y/N) understand that? He expected that his brothers visit would make her/him happy, excited even. “But- he’s family. He’s my family.” 

         (Y/N) scoffed.she/he was hurt by this. Maybe it’s because Bodhi is the only person she’d/he’d considered family in a long time. Maybe she/he was just afraid.  “The alliance is your family.”

          Bodhi approached her/him, hands shaking. He may not always be the best with words, but he needed her/him to try to understand. He gripped her/his shoulders firmly. “Why can’t we make the alliance a little bigger?”

         “And why can’t we kill them all, how about that?!” 

          (Y/N) eyes were welling, her face red as she/he stared down Bodhi. The fire in her eyes died down to reveal the fear she was hiding. He/she pushed off Bodhi’s arm. “Let go of me.” she/he barked.  Bodhi, confused and upset, complied and watched (Y/N) slam the bedroom door. He stood there still for a moment, taking the time to feel the pit dropping in his stomach. He had failed. He must have somehow hurt her feelings or scared her.

         In a moment of exasperation, he slammed his fists down on the table, sending it toppling over with a big crash.

         ‘I’m so stupid!’  he thought as he examined his mess with hazy eyes. Bodhi sunk to the floor, head in hands. He’d lost his brother, but he’d never lost (Y/N).

          Bodhi stayed slumped there for what felt like hours before a warmth hugged around him.

          “I’m sorry.” It whispered with the voice he loved oh so much. “ I trust you, and if you trust your brother, then so do I.”

         Bodhi took his head out of his hands so he could look at (Y/N). He took those hands and put them around her/his cheeks. “We’ll see him together... if you want to.... I want you to be the one there. You’re my family before anyone else.”

WOAH MAN this was my first ever x reader and I’m hecka nervous for the results. This was super fun and I really like the challenge of being inclusive to everyone.  Yay for finally catching up!! And thank you guys for not being super mad that I was gone for so long I really appreciate the support :))))                     

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[barnes-dameron]

12 Days of Christmas: Day 8

*not my gif*

Bodhi Rook x reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Baking cookies is the best way to wake up from a nap.

Word Count: 705 

The sweet scent of baked goods drifted from the kitchen all the way to the living room, where Bodhi was quietly taking a nap on the couch. He hasn’t been sleeping lately, being a delivery man meant that he had some late night shifts. All he wanted was to catch up on some sleep. The smell reached Bodhi’s nose, causing him to wake up peacefully compared to a blaring alarm clock. 

Bodhi sat up from his spot, stretching out his limbs while releasing big yawn. Gentle music also resonated from the kitchen alongside your soft singing. Bodhi got up from the couch, wrapping the blanket he slept with around him. He followed the sound, and watched from the door frame. 

You were standing by the counter, your back towards him. He watched your arms move back and forth as you flattened out cookie dough across the flour covered counter with a rolling pin. You turned around to see Bodhi standing there; his eyes still traced with sleep but a smile spreading across his face. 

“Hey, sleepy head,” you said in a sing-song voice. “Did you have a good nap?”

Bodhi nodded, approaching you with his blanket. He wrapped you up in a hug, surrounding you with the warm blanket as well. Bodhi rested his cheek against your hair, breathing in your sweet scent. 

“Yes,” he answered, his voice still groggy. He looked over at the counter, seeing the dough and the ingredients that were lining the counter wall. “What are you making?” 

You pulled away so you could stare up into his dark brown eyes. 

“Making cookies,” you stated. “Wanna help?”  

Bodhi nodded, shedding the blanket and putting it on a kitchen chair. He stood beside you behind the counter, waiting for your directions. 

“Okay,” you said, handing Bodhi a cookie cutter. You knew that Bodhi wasn’t the best chef, so you figured if you gave him something easy to do then he’ll feel fulfilled. Plus you could tell he was still sleepy. “Just press the cookie cutter on the flattened dough, and put the cookie on the tray.” 

Bodhi nodded, and did what you were told. He wanted an easy going weekend, and this was perfect. He cut and placed the cookies on the tray until there was no room left. He placed them in the heated oven, and started the process again with another tray and another sheet of dough that you just finished preparing. 

Bodhi liked to do things like this with you. Lately, his shifts have been crazy at The Empire Co., the place he delivers for, since an important extension is happening pretty soon. He felt bad to leave you to do the work around the apartment in his absence. Doing something as simple as baking cookies did make him feel better, made him feel like he was actually contributing in the relationship instead of it being mostly one sided. 

After some time, the cookies were finally done and left to dry. After that, you and Bodhi sat at the kitchen table, frosting and decorating the shaped cookies. You caught the corner of Bodhi’s mouth quirk up a bit, causing you to smile. 

“Having fun?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Bodhi responded, finishing up a cookie. “I just love moments like these.”

“Like what?” you asked, tilting your head and staring into his eyes. 

“This,” Bodhi said, gesturing with his hands to show you the kitchen and yourselves. “Domesticity. I know I haven’t been around a whole lot, but moments like these where we’re together and not talking because we’re just so comfortable and content that there is no need for words, these are the moments that I love.” 

You leaned across the table, carefully not to move any of the frosted cookies, and placed a peck on his lips. Bodhi’s lips instantly stretched into a smile, before diving back in for another kiss, this time a longer one. Your lips tasted like the sugar from the cookies and traced with cream from the frosting. He relished in the smoothness of your lips, and memorized the way your mouth moved against his. It was these moments, that Bodhi thought of when he was away from you. These moments that he always remembered.  

#bodhi rook #bodhi rook x reader #rogue one #star wars #christmas #12 days of christmas #writing #fanfic #riz ahmed #riz ahmed x reader #fluff

[ivnwrites]

Bodhi had relinquished the pilot’s seat to Cassian shortly after they had jumped to light speed, too tired and shaken to focus on the controls any longer. He’d stumbled to the cargo hold in a daze, eventually leaning against a free portion of wall so he could slide down to the floor, halfway curled into a ball in one of the corners. It only took a few seconds for his eyelids to slip closed, but they snapped open a moment later with a whimper at the rolling wave of destruction that appeared. He was on the verge of hyperventilating when he felt someone sit beside him.

“Breathe, in, out, in, out.” A hand landed on his back, stroking gently over his spine in time with the quiet instruction. When he finally had control back over his lungs, Bodhi was able to close his eyes again and all he saw was darkness, focusing on the gentle touch as he leant toward the source. He shifted easily when prompted, settling easily into the person’s lap, his face pressed into the crook of their neck.

“You were born before the empire took over. Did you ever hear the old myths growing up?” The pieces finally clicked into place and Bodhi realized that Chirrut was the one holding him, prompting him to press further into the guardian’s embrace, wrapping his arms tightly around Chirrut’s waist.

“I did when I was a child, but I’ve forgotten most of them.”

“That’s alright, I haven’t.” Chirrut began to comb through Bodhi’s hair, unwinding all the snarls it had worked into during the mission. “When I was very young, I was terrified of storms, and every time there was thunder, my mentor would sit by my bed, and she would tell me stories until I could fall asleep.” Bodhi could easily hear the smile in Chirrut’s voice. “The first time, it was the origin of the caves, how millions of years ago, before life came to the city ...” The story sounded vaguely familiar to Bodhi, but it didn’t take him long to lose track of the words completely, instead simply letting himself be lulled by the gentle rise and fall of Chirrut’s voice and the low vibration of the hyperdrive.

About a minute in, Chirrut’s voice grew in volume, and Bodhi peered through his eyelashes to see what had happened. Other survivors had gathered around them in a loose circle, each sprawled out in various positions to spare their injuries, but all staring intently at Cirrut as if were delivering some sort of essential briefing rather than simply telling a bedtime story. It was jarringly peaceful, almost domestic after the ordeal they’d just survived, but Bodhi felt too exhausted to really give the thought any consideration. Instead, he let his head fall back onto Chirrut’s shoulder, drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

#rogue one #bodhi rook #chirrut imwe #fluff #everyone survives scariff #chirrut is the team mom #hurt/comfort #my fic

[ao3feed-rebelcaptain2]

What Happens in Canto Bight...

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by BumbleHumbleBee

“I can’t believe you agreed to this,” Jyn sniggers, feet up on the dash in the ship's cockpit in the co-pilot chair.

Cassian lightly slaps her leg, a silent sign for her to move out of his seat so he can land. He sighs, taking the headset from its hook. “I was outnumbered.”

“You’re a Major,” K2 points out. “As your subordinates, the crew should follow your orders.”

“You don’t order people about shore leave, K.”

“Not with that attitude.”

“Shush,” Cassian snaps. “This is Stinger N-230, requesting permission to land.”

“State your business in Canto Bight.”

“Recreation.”

After the Battle of Endor, the crew of Rogue One finally gets a little well earned shore leave. Some strong liquor and feelings give Cassian, of all people, an impulsive idea...

Words: 4049, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Bodhi Rook, Ruescott Melshi

Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso

Additional Tags: Humor, Fluff, Crew as Family, Post-Battle of Scarif (Star Wars), Post-Battle of Endor (Star Wars), Rebellion, Marriage Proposal, Drinking, Romance, Shore Leave, very little plot, Silly fluffy nonsense

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[writinredhead]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jyn Erso/Bodhi Rook Characters: Jyn Erso, Bodhi Rook Additional Tags: Romance, Humor, Established Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Wedding Night, Porn with Feelings, Cunnilingus, Tender Sex, They're just giddy and happy and all around content with each other Series: Part 3 of Rogue One Smut Collection Summary:

Jyn tightens her arms around his neck and leans up to press another kiss to his lips. She’s forgotten how many they’ve shared today. “Erso-Rook, please,” she corrects, moving to nibble at his neck.

“Yes, Jyn Erso-Rook. Lovely,” Bodhi mutters into her ear. “I can't wait to get you out of that dress, Mrs Erso-Rook.”

After the vow to spend their lives together, Jyn and Bodhi spend a very playful wedding night.

#have some sappy smutty fluff #roguerebel #jyn x bodhi #bodhi/jyn #jyn erso #bodhi rook #my fic #al writes #the impromptu smut challenge #i was soooo tempted to add a certain pic of riz and felicity #but i'm just gonna do it in an reblog

[regrettablewritings]

I, u, y for bodhi rook please!

As the words process in my mind, a tear rolls upon my cheek . . .

Could it be? I dare wonder. An lo: It is.

He has returned, after so far away in time . . .

I = Impression (What was their first impression?):

Well, he certainly wasn’t what you had expected, that was for sure. Defecting from the Empire was no easy feat, even for somebody as unassuming as a delivery pilot. To the enemy, every literal body counted — even if only to assure complete dominance over the individual. So when you had learned that one of their own had not only detected, but potentially played key in helping to locate Galen Erso?

You couldn’t help it: Your imagination went wild. You imagined someone big and strong, teeth gritting from years of pent up anger towards the unjust causes of the tyranny spreading across the galaxy.

What you got was a scrawny, sheepish, possibly traumatized (thanks, Saw, you absolute nerf-herder) slip of a man who seemed to be afraid of taking up any space he happened to exist in. It was...disappointing to say the least. But you had to commend him regardless for defecting and even surviving Saw, and there was no gain in looking down on him.  

And then came the Scarif mission.

Nobody had expected him to go -- well, nobody was excpected to go, given that the Alliance Council turned down Erso’s idea, but least of all you expected him to be willing to go and do it. You expected the blind guy to go sailing off to a certified death mission before you did this guy! And honestly, that had you worried for him. Unfulfilled expectations or not, he wasn’t someone who had incurred your ire or even your indifference; you may not have gotten the chance to actually know him beyond a few words exchanged during the very brief time he’d been on base (“Welcome to the right side.” “Uh, y-yes . . . Thank you . . .”), but he certainly didn’t strike you as someone who needed to go on this type of outing. Enough people died unnecessarily in this damned war . . .

To learn, eventually, that he wasn’t one of them was therefore all the more shocking to you.

While the mission to steal the Death Star blueprints had been successful, it clearly didn’t come easy. Everyone who had survived had been wounded to some degree, with Captain Andor appearing to receive the worst of it as he was carted off to the infirmary. Bodhi, to your relief, wasn’t especially harmed. Roughed up, certainly, and clearly shaken from the experience, but that didn’t change what you now knew for certain: Bodhi Rook, this timid bean pole of a defector, was one of the bravest men you had the pleasure of knowing existed.

Even though he apparently was intimidated by you when you two first met. Granted, everyone intimidated him: He had just went AWOL with the government he’d been employed by, he was “taken in” by people whom he’d been taught by propaganda to fear and be distrustful in, he was still trying to regain his frazzled sanity after being interrogated by that . . . that thing, and he’d just witnessed his home get bombed. Needless to say, the anxious-by-nature man was simply not in an especially welcoming mood.

Still, he tried to be civilized (maybe because he feared getting beat up if he didn’t). He wasn’t sure what to say in response to your, er, “greeting” when you hustled up war-battered clothes besides an awkward thank you. He really wasn’t sure what to make of you that would separate you from his overall feelings towards nearly everyone in this whole operation: You were strong, you had been through enough and were surely hardened by it, and you could probably snap his spine over your knew if you particularly cared to.

Of course, he’d spent next to no time with you when he thought these things of everyone involved in the Rebellion. He had no time to: He had to fly around the Maker’s galaxy and back! It actually wasn’t until after the Scarif mission that he was given ample time to readily wipe his impressions and assumptions clean. He felt he needed to, given what dedication he’d seen on those beaches.

Besides, you approaching him afterward certainly helped. You picked up that he wasn’t fond of crowds during evening mess when he quietly slinked away from the group gathering to hear retellings of the infiltration on Scarif. You figured perhaps a one-on-one situation might’ve sufficed. Better yet, inquiring about his current state might’ve been preferable to reliving the experience.

He appreciated the gesture on your part. Maybe . . . you weren’t nearly as ice-cold as he’d thought you were. At the very least, definitely not as bad as Cassian.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?):

Bodhi is a naturally anxious person, and the hardships and experiences he’s encountered haven’t exactly made that any better. Sure, he’s a lot braver now and more willing to act, but he’s still nowhere near as gung-ho or fiery as his companions.

He’s had some methods in the past that clearly didn’t work out in his favor (fun fact: he’s got a record for gambling), but one of the best tried and trues is simply going somewhere quiet. His thoughts are in a constant buzz, he benefits from a lack of outside stimuli when he feels overwhelmed. The problem is . . . quiet is so very hard to find when you’re in the middle of a war. As an Imperial cargo pilot, you could just plain forget about the idea of having time to yourself: You belong to the Empire, your time is the Empire’s time and you are in no position to use it up.

Being a part of the Rebellion is better by legions, but the base on Yavin IV leaves much to be desired in terms of privacy and quiet. Luckily, the planet is lush and forested: If Bodhi is on base and feels the need to sit in the quiet and gather his thoughts and calm down, he need only walk in any given direction, find a tree to sit under, and just stay there for a while. The places he chooses are far enough to where he can relax and not have his thoughts and heartbeat disturbed by the banging of machinery or the hollers of drill sergeants, but never so far as to be unable to get help should he need it.

It wasn’t long before he began to incorporate you into these relaxation methods, however. As it turns out, as much as he may enjoy being able to sit by himself in the brush, he very much likes being able to sit with you anywhere. You’re almost like a walking calming center for him, especially when you touch him: Hold his hand, rub his back, let him lay his head on your lap so you can play with his hair . . . It’s like a missing link he never knew he’d been missing to begin with! They’re seemingly small things, but they make a big difference. You can always feel him losing his tension beneath your touch, often announced by quiet sighs or tiny shudders. It’s truly the cutest thing and you’re so glad to be the cause of it and help him calm down. Just not nearly as glad as he is to have you there to calm him.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?):

The thought of marriage has switched on and off throughout Bodhi’s life; really, it depends on the exact moment. As a child, he certainly thought about it more, if only because children are want to do such things. But as an adult, it begins to falter. By the time the events of the story show up, he can go long stretches without even once thinking about his stance on whether or not he should get married. Because really, it’s more based on the exact moment: If he’s in a surprisingly good way or even in a moment where he must think about how short life can be, the certainly he gives it some thought.

But in his usual misery and anxiety while serving the Empire, such silly concerns are the furthest thing from his mind; they’re so far on the back burner that they may as well have fallen behind the stove, forgotten, dusty, and moldy!

Even when he meets you, the thought surprisingly doesn’t come up for a while. It’s not that you don’t make him happy or inspire any intention of long-term romance -- far from it, actually! You make him feel the happiest and most comfortable than he’s felt in literal years! In fact, that’s honestly probably why the subject of marriage doesn’t pop up to him so immediately: His life as of late has become a bit of a balancing act, what with him now being a part of a rebellion he hadn’t planned on joining and, consequentially, trying not to get him or his new comrades killed. Normally, this sort of thing would’ve sent him into a panic-induced coma. But with you present in his life, giving him a sense of calm and someone to fight hard enough to come back to, you actually make him start to enjoy the present. (Well, the calmer ones, at least.)

He’s not as caught up about the past or afraid of the future as he used to be; he’s actually enjoying the moment with you as is. Sure, every now and again, if he does (or doesn’t) mean to think about it, his mind does slip and he finds himself thinking, “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind being with them after all this . . .” He even dares to dream about the two of you sharing a life together on a nice, simple planet with lots of trees and greenery. Maybe somewhere quiet. A farm might be nice: He can so some gardening there and you two can build a house together, all big and roomy like you’d always wanted instead of cramped and stuffy like the living quarters you always complained about . . .

But then his attention would be dragged elsewhere (to a meeting, to training, to you calling him to join you for dinner). He doesn’t mind. He’s not brushing aside the possibilities of proposing to you and marrying you, but the dreams can wait: All in all, you’re here right now and he’s perfectly content being there with you. For now.

Thank you for asking and for being patient!

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[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Any Suggestions?

Not My Gif

Partially Inspired by this image

Bodhi Rook x Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, Librarian!Bodhi, Modern AU

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Summary: You’re having trouble finding a book your friend suggested to you.  Luckily, the librarian at the front desk is more than helpful, with the added bonus of being way too easy on the eyes.

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Word Count: 3.2K

           You wandered aimlessly though the library, scanning the shelves to no avail.  Many of the titles caught your eye as well as old familiar authors names, but none were the one you were looking for. 

           You gave a small huff of frustration as you looked the section over again.  You had just checked the library data base and it said the book was on the shelf.  You didn’t want to give up, but the only other option was to talk to the librarian at the front desk.  

          You felt your stomach twist a little in embarrassment.  It seemed silly to ask for help when you knew exactly where the book was supposed to be.  Still, you didn’t want to leave empty handed.  Swallowing your pride, you walk back towards the front.

          The man behind the counter didn’t see you approach.  He was seated so the top of his head barely made it over the edge, his eyes focused on the book he was reading.  The only thing you could make out was a head of slightly styled black hair.

          “Sorry,” you said politely, “could you help me find something?”

          He looked up at you and you felt your cheeks go instantly red.

          He was gorgeous. His face consisted of high cheek bones, a short-trimmed beard, and the most beautiful pair of brown eyes you had ever seen in your life. His slightly bewildered look and the glasses nearly falling off the edge of his nose were doing nothing to help matters.

           “Yeah, sure,” he said. “What are you looking for?”

           “Um…”

           You felt yourself floundering as you tried to remember what words were. Luckily, the shock to your system subsided quickly enough for your pause to remain thoughtful rather than awkward.

          “Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman,” you asked, only slightly stuttering.

           His eyes lit up as he stood to work the computer.

           “Good choice. Re-reading or first time?”

           “First time,” you admitted. “My friend recommended it to me.”

           He gave a soft smile in understanding before looking back at the computer. After a slight pause, a small frown appeared on his face.

          “Looks like it’s checked out,” he said.

          You deflated slightly at the news.  You must had just missed it my a few minutes.

          “Oh, okay,” you said.  “Thank you.”

          You turned to leave, but barely made it a few steps before his voice stopped you.

          “Wait a second.”

          You looked back just in time to see him reach down to grab the book he had been reading, and hold it out to you.

           “Here,” he said. “You can borrow mine.”

           “Oh no, you don’t have to do that,” you said quickly.  You felt your cheek go hot again, half way between touched and embarrassed. “You’re clearly in the middle of reading it.”

           He gave a small shrug. “Re-reading it, it’s fine.”

           “I’ll just wait for whoever it is to turn it back in.”

           “That won’t be for another two weeks,” he said. “It’s really okay.  I mean, you might not get the chance again.  People usually say they’re going to read something, then it’s not here, and they put it off, life happens and they never end up reading it. Not that you would, I mean, you might, but I guess…”

           He trailed off as he seemed to realize he was rambling.

           You stared at him for a moment, your eyes switching between him and the book.  There was such clear sincerity in his intent, you couldn’t help an odd smile from spreading across your face.

           “You’re really determined, aren’t you?” you asked.

           “It’s a great book,” he said, as if that were the only explanation you needed.

           A small laugh escaped your lips as you gave him an affirming nod.

           “Okay.”

           You took the book from his hand, cradling it carefully. It had clearly been well read giving the state of the pages, but the spine and binding were still perfectly intact.  You had the impression his occupation had something to do with it.

           “I’ll give you a week,” he said.

           You glanced back at him, raising an eyebrow.

           “Or what?”

          “Um,” he said, stumbling slightly as he tried to think of a proper punishment.

          “I’ll place you on the no-check-out list?” he questioned.

           “You have one of those?”

           “No, but I’d make one.”

           You chuckled lightly, shaking your head.

           “Fair enough,” you said.  “Thank you.”

           “You’re welcome.”

          There was a small pause between you.  It wasn’t awkward, just lingering as you looked at each other, neither one of you sure of how to end the conversation.

           He broke eye contact first looking down at the book in your hands, then back to you, offering a timid smile.

          “Let me know what you think,” he said.

           “I will,” you assured.  

           You turned and walked out of the library, staring down at the book in your hands and feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

           It took you only two days to finish the book, partially from how good it was, and partially from your own motivation to see the librarian again. He was undeniably attractive, but it wasn’t just that. Despite is slightly timid nature, he made you feel comfortable. His enthusiasm was contagious and you found yourself wanting to know more about him.  

           As soon as you finished the book you made your way to the library.  To your joy, he was sitting at the front desk.  He caught your eye, giving you a surprised, but kind smile as you approached the desk.

           “What did you think?” he asked.

           “Amazing,” you said, excitedly. “The world is so imaginative and interesting and the Marquis de Carabas is just the best. Richard is a little too passive for my taste, but it fits with the whole twisted “Alice in Wonderland” thing going for it.  So, I’ll forgive it.”

           “But you liked it.”

           “A lot,” you nodded.  

           The librarian grinned triumphantly, clearly taking some pride in getting you to read it.  

           “Good.”

           You couldn’t help but smile as well.

           “I actually have something for you too,” you said. “It’s pretty different from Neverwhere, but it’s still one of my favorites.”

           You pulled your book out of your bag and handed it to him.

           He stared at you dumbfounded.  He then looked down at the book in your hand and carefully took it from you, holding it delicately as if it were made of glass.

           “I actually haven’t read this one,” he said. He looked up at you, as a small grateful smile graced his features. “Thanks.”  

           You waved him off as a pause fell between you. His eyes stayed on you and you could see the wheels turning in his mind. You couldn’t help but feel as if you were being examined under a microscope.  A part of you wanted to look away, but another part was curious as to what he was trying to work out.

           His eyes lit up suddenly, as an idea seemed to strike him.

          “Follow me,” he said, quickly making his way around the desk and down the line of bookshelves.

          You were slightly taken aback by his sudden movement, but quickly followed a few paces behind him.  He wove his way through the library, finally coming to the fantasy section.

          “So, no to the passive protagonist,” he asked.

           “Generally speaking.”

           He nodded, glancing up and down the shelves.

           You couldn’t help but watch him as he examined the different titles.  He moved him lips ever so slightly, muttering to himself so quietly you couldn’t make out a word.  His eyes shifted quickly down the line you wondered just how many of the books on the shelf he had read.  You had a lot of question for him once you thought about it.

           “What’s your name?” you asked, as the realization you hadn’t asked dawned on you.

           He turned his head toward you with a surprised look, but it quickly turned to sheepishness as he came to the same conclusion you did.

           “Oh. I’m Bodhi, Bodhi Rook.”

           You felt yourself smiling at the name.

           “Nice to meet you,” you said. “I’m Y/N.”

           You held out your hand, which he took to shake. You couldn’t help but note how warm and comfortable his hand felt in yours.

           “Nice to meet you too,” he said with a small smile.

           He let go of your hand, turning his attention back to the self.  It only took him a moment to find what he was looking for and held it out to you.

          “Good Omens?” you questioned, looking at the title.

          Bodhi gave you a small nod and sideways smile.  

           “Trust me.”

           That moment started a pattern between the two of you.  Once or twice a week you would exchange books, talking about what you liked and what you didn’t like, or just about life or anything else that came to mind.

           You loved to watch him as he spoke.  He tended to talk a bit with his hands, especially when he got excited.  His eyes would light up and he smiled a contagious smile.  He made a bad habit of stopping himself part-way though speaking once he became aware of his rambles, asking if he was boring you.  You always shook your head, reassuring him that if he was boring you, you’d tell him.  You hated that he felt he needed to stop, but you did appreciate the relieved smile he’d give you after.

          He also made a wonderful listener.  His eyes were on you fully engaged whenever you spoke.  He only seemed to interject when he had a question and waited until the end of your piece before he commented. Whenever you got into debates about books and characters, you didn’t always agree, but he never talked down to you.

          Bodhi Rook was kind, smart, funny, passionate, handsome and a whole list of things which were turning, your infatuation into something deeper.  Every time you talked you felt yourself sinking further, but you had no idea how to proceed.  You didn’t want to ruin the bit of happiness you had whenever you saw each other, but you also weren’t sure how much longer you could keep yourself from leaning over the front desk and finally finding out if his lips were as soft as you imagined.

          You found yourself thinking those same thoughts more than once as you trailed after him around the library as he put away some of the turned in books.

           “So, any recommendations,” he asked.

           You shook your head, leaning sideways against the bookshelf as you watched him work beside you.  

           “Not now,” you said.  “At least none I think you’d like.”

           “Really?  What have you been reading?”

           You didn’t answer, feeling your ears go a little red.  You wanted to lie, but you couldn’t think of one fast enough.

           “Paperback Romance,” you said, wincing slightly at your confession.

           You glanced at him, waiting for a judgmental reaction.  He instead just looked confused.

           “Really?”

           “Please don’t judge me,” you mumbled.

           “I’m not judging,” he assured.  “Just surprised as all.  I didn’t think you went in for that sort of thing.”

           “Self-indulgent schlock or romance?”

           He took a moment to think about it before shrugging.

           “Both?”

           You let out a small laugh, shaking your head.

           “Well, I do, a bit, but in defense of schlock I believe everyone is entitled to a bit of it,” you said.

           “And romance?” he asked.

          “I’m a sucker for witty banter.”

           “So, you’re more of the Pride and Prejudice, bicker until they make out brand of romance,” Bodhi teased.

           “At least in my fiction,” you shrugged.

           “What about your real life?”

           You froze, taken completely by surprise by the question.

           You looked to him to see he seemed just as shocked by his own boldness.  You thought for a moment he would try to take it back, but he held his ground, looking at your nervously for an answer.

           You swallowed as heat steadily began to rise up your neck. You felt the urge to lie or change the subject creep into your mind, but for some reason, you couldn’t do it.  There was something in the way he looked at you, almost hopeful. You couldn’t lie to him, he didn’t deserve that.

           “In real life, I’d probably take things a little slower,” you said, carefully. “I’d like to get to know the person. I’d want to be comfortable with them, feel like I can talk to them about anything.  I like the idea of us being friends first and figure it out as we go along.  I think finding out all the little things that make you love someone is kind of the fun part.”

          Bodhi didn’t say anything as his eyes never strayed from yours.  

          You suddenly felt simultaneously exposed and confined. Nothing else existed outside of the small aisle of books.

          “So, if you are friends first,” he asked nervously, “how do you go about telling them you’d like to be something different?”

          You couldn’t help a smile from spread across your face as hope filled you. 

          “I’d like to think they’d just know,” you said. “But I suppose one of us would have to make the first move.”

          He bit his lip, turning away from you.  He looked toward the books as if they could give him some sort of answer on what to do next.

          “Any preference as to how?” he asked, glancing at you.

          A part of you wanted to tease him and tell him you expected flowers and fireworks or a boom box being held over his head, but you were tired of waiting. You closed the gap between you, taking his face in your hands as you pulled him into a kiss.  

          You closed your eyes as you moved carefully against him, savoring just how soft his lips actually were.  You poured everything into the kiss trying to show him exactly how you felt.  He let out a small intake of breath allowing you to deepen the kiss, feeling a swell of pride as he groaned against your lips.

          Reluctantly you pulled away, opening your eyes to a dazed and confused Bodhi Rook.  After a moment or so, he blinked himself back to the present, staring at you in awe.

          “I’m not very good at speeches,” you admitted.

          “Don’t sell yourself short, that was downright eloquent,” he said.

          You let out a laugh, covering your face in embarrassment.

          Bodhi gently took your hands in his, pulling them away from your face.  He then cupped your cheek, stroking it gently as he leaned close to your lips.

          “Do you mind if I confess something too?” he asked.

          You shook your head as he closed the gap, capturing your lips with his own.

          His touch of tender and loving.  His hand stayed on your cheek, caressing the skin while the other found your waist, pulling you against him.

          You responded immediately, kissing him back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He smiled against your lips before going back for more.  His hand left your face taking a place on the other side of your waist.  You let out a small moan as he nipped gently at your bottom lip.  You parted your lips just enough for him to deepen the kiss. You were so caught up in the feeling of him, you barely noticed you were moving until you back pressed against the bookcase.

          You let out a surprised gasp causing him to pull away.

          He looked at you with hooded eyes, keeping his hands on your waist, but he didn’t move to kiss you again.  

          “Is this alright?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

          You answered him by pulling him closer and smashing your lips on his.

          He got the message kissing you even more fervently than before as he pushed his whole-body flush against you. You tried your best of stay quiet, but it was proving difficult as Bodhi’s hands found their way under your shirt and his fingers rubbed gently circles into your skin.  You pulled away to gasp for air only for Bodhi’s lips to find yours again. You wound your fingers into his hair, giving it a light tug. He moaned into your lips, kissing you deeper in response. You smiled at the reaction, but it didn’t last long as Bodhi pulled away from you lips and started on your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin.

          “Bodhi,” you gasped, as your hips involuntarily grinded against his.

          You felt his own smug smile as he continued his assault.

          The air around you was starting to grow thick with arousal as the whole world seemed to dissolve.  Unfortunately, the rest of the world was still spinning without you.

          “Um, excuse me?”

          You broke apart turning towards the interruption.  

          One of the patrons stood at the end of the aisle looking between the two of you. The second-hand embarrassment radiating off of them.

          “I kind of need one of the books in this section.”

          Bodhi took a large step back from you as his normal timid persona took over once more.

          “Yeah, of course,” Bodhi said.

          The patron walked quickly down the aisle, checking the slip of paper with the book number on it.  Soon enough, they found their book and all but ran back down the aisle.

          Bodhi and you watched them go until they were out of sight and then back to each other. Smiles formed on both your faces before each of you let out a small bought of laughter.

          You took the moment to look at him, admiring your handy work.  His brown eyes were still blown out almost completely black. His face was flushed.  His hair was a complete mess and his lips were slick and swollen.  If he looked like that, you could only imagine what state you were in.  

          “I think I got a little carried away,” he said.

          “I think we both did,” you admitted.

          He smiled, looking you up and down.  A small silence followed, each of you unsure about what to do next.

          “I get off at six,” Bodhi said. “Do you want to go out, get dinner or something?”

          You felt a wide smile spread across your face as you nodded fervently.

          “I’d like that,” you said.

          He let out a sigh of relief, smiling as well.

          “Good, great,” he said nervously.  “That’s great.  We’ll go somewhere and…wait should I pick you up or should you meet me here?  I don’t really have a change of clothes, but it should be alright, not unless you wanted to go someplace nice, not that I wouldn’t…”

          You cut him off with a laugh.  It seemed crazy that this sweet, rambling man in front of you was the same one who minutes before was grinding you into a bookshelf.  

          “I’ll just meet you here,” you said.  “We’ll figure out where to go later.”

          He nodded in understand, the smile not leaving his face.

          “Yeah, good, sounds good.”

          You gave a soft smile, but you couldn’t find it in you to leave just yet. In all fairness, he didn’t seem to want to leave you either.

          Slowly, you closed the space between you once again.  You didn’t trust yourself with his lips and instead, kissed him gently on the cheek.

          “I’ll see you then,” you said softly.

          He looked at you with nothing short of adoration in his eyes as his lips twisted up into a half-dazed smile.

          “See you then,” he said.

          You smiled, before walking down the aisle and towards the exit.  You touched your fingers to your lips as you held back a gleeful laugh from escaping.  

          You really did need to thank your friend for suggesting that book to you.

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