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[miaouerie]

whumptober 2020 ------ day 30. wound reveal

@whumptober2020​  Rebelcaptain Hunger Games AU: Cassian is Jyn’s mentor in the 70th Hunger Games. After being crowned victor at fifteen years old, Cassian is all-too-familiar with what it takes to bring a tribute home, and what becoming a victor really means.

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“And remember, Jyn: one fighter with a sharp stick and nothing to lose…”

“Can take the day,” Jyn finishes reciting faithfully.

Saw looks at her with pride, before lowering his voice. “It is my hope you’ll have more than a sharp stick in the Arena. Your mentor will be whom you rely on to improve your odds; impress him and he can get you what you need to survive. I’ve taught you plenty—but how far you get won’t be based on your fighting skills alone.”

Jyn frowns; he can only be talking about Cassian Andor. “He hasn’t brought back any of his tributes. How can I trust him to help me?”

Saw lowers his voice even further. “You can’t. He’s been in the eyes of the Capitol for too long. But he’s your only hope in the Arena. Therefore, your only hope to get out.”

-

Saw’s words rattle around in her head as Jyn lies in her bunk. The way the train car gently sways on its tracks as it speeds its way towards the Capitol could almost be soothing, except for the fact that they’re hurtling their way to near-certain death.

…no, she can’t think like that. She tells herself it’s only a reflexive fear, borne of the circumstances that she’s been forced into of all the sheer, rotten luck in Panem. If only she hadn’t gotten reaped, she and Saw would have been able to complete their mission, then abscond out of District 5 as planned. She could have been seeing her mother again in a week’s time. If only…

Well, no use in dwelling on it now. She turns onto her side facing the bulkhead, determined to get some shut-eye before the morning brings with it the next day.

And with the next day will come the next time she sees Cassian. What transpired a few hours ago comes to mind unbidden—she had thought herself clever for kissing him to quiet his words (was he really so foolish to not think about the train being bugged?), but after he spotted the Peacekeeper approaching he reacted in kind. Taking her into his arms in a false display of intimacy like that. And it worked; the Peacekeeper quickly left them alone.

But then there was that kiss before they bid each other goodnight. He didn’t have to kiss her then, did he?

Jyn forces herself to stop thinking so she can go to sleep.

-

The morning of their first full day in the Capitol has Jyn waking up to three sharp knocks on her door.

“Jyn Erso. Breakfast is in the dining room.” That Capitol accent can only belong to Davits Draven, their escort. “I’d advise you to eat before you have your meeting with your stylist.”

The stylist. Kay. She had met them and the other stylist for Joule last night when they were prepared for the Opening Ceremony. But she already knew who they were in the way that most people in the districts, from the Games’ mandatory viewing, were familiar with the faces of stylists and mentors and victors and commentators amidst the ever-changing pool of tributes. Kay’s surgical augmentations were distinctive compared to the Capitol trends that ranged between somewhat natural and grotesque; his body was covered with a matte chrome synth skin, save for his face and hands which were kept as—presumably—his own pale skin tone. His eyes shone with a luminescence in the viewing stands that she could see from the chariot as the horses pulled to a stop around the City Circle during last night’s Opening Ceremony.  

Jyn gets out of bed, selects a normal-looking outfit from the closet, and joins the rest of the party in the dining room. Joule is talking to Cassian, probably for the first time since he went catatonic at the reaping. But at the sound of the glass doors sliding open, their attention is turned to her.

“Good morning Jyn,” Cassian says, his tone perfectly placid. “Care for some breakfast?”

She sits there and eats quietly while the conversation flows around her. Compared to the intensity that radiated off of him last night, his conversation with Joule gives off the feeling of being polite yet distant; she vaguely wonders if he wrote off her district partner as she already has.

At the conclusion of their breakfast and after Draven comes to collect Joule first for the meeting with his stylist, Cassian crosses over to her side of the table and sits down next to her. “He’s pleasant enough,” he says about Joule, “but I’m not convinced he has a chance to make it out of the bloodbath if he freezes up like that again.” He gives her a wry look. “I trust that I don’t have to worry about that with you?”

Jyn knows he’s thinking about the way she slammed the cabin door shut on the train and then tried to fight her way through a squadron of Peacekeepers; she recalls the memory with a grin. “Trust goes both ways, right? I’ll show you what I’ve got in the Training Center.”

-

Draven brings the three of them down to the level that houses the enormous gymnasium they’re to train in for the next three days and leaves them there. Joule seems at a loss for what to do but Cassian offers to point out some of the more useful, rudimentary survival skill stations, so Jyn decides to take her own tour around the periphery.

There’s the weapon stations, of course: swords, spears, knife-throwing and the like. Then there’s the skill stations, like knot tying and snares and camouflage. Then she sees there are trainers available for hand-to-hand combat.

Her hands have been itching to come to blows with someone since that Peacekeeper held a gun to her head and Draven informed her, in his gratingly crisp Capitol accent, that there was no escaping the fate decided for her the moment her name was drawn in the reaping. She decided right then and there she was going to change it in her favor.

So she goes to the combat station and easily spars with a Capitol attendant there. It’s just like sparring with Uncle Saw, so with a few words and a jerk of her head she has the other trainers that were supposed to be available for other tributes join in; first, as two against her, and then she takes on all three. The sparring match finally ends when she’s knocked to the ground and a foot is planted firmly on her chest, but the grin the trainer’s giving her doesn’t seem  mean-spirited as they help her back up. It’s only while she takes a moment to fix her bun and catch her breath that she sees what an audience she’s gathered, including attention from the Gamemakers, and that’s when the lunch session is called.

Disappointingly, Cassian is nowhere to be seen when she quickly scans the people who had been watching her. But she does accept the invitation from the Career pack to sit at their table for lunch.

-

Jyn doesn’t see Cassian again until that evening after Draven comes to collect them back up to their floor in the Tower. He’s sitting in the dining room with Kay, in different clothes than she saw him in that morning. Not that she noticed.

“I heard you impressed quite a few people in training today,” Cassian says as they eat their dinner. “How was she, Joule?”

Joule has gone quiet again. He fleetingly makes eye contact between her and Cassian before he nods his head, once.

Jyn decides to save them from the awkward pause that’ll follow. “If you stuck around, perhaps you would’ve seen it.”

A look of surprise crosses his face before Cassian lets out a short laugh. “I would’ve loved to see you sweep three trainers, but I’ll have to wait and see you in the Games. It’s up to you if you want to team up with the Careers or not but you’ve certainly got their attention, both as a potential ally and an enemy; take care to remember that. I want the both of you to check out all the weapons stations to get an idea of what will be available in the Arena but make sure you spend enough time learning survival skills. And Joule…”

The stricken sixteen-year-old boy looks up.

Cassian softens his tone. “I’m doing my best to secure sponsors for both of you. It’ll pay off in the Arena but I need you to survive for that to happen, so make the best of the next two training days and then we’ll go over final interview strategy with Draven. Alright?”

Surely he must know that Joule doesn’t stand a chance, Jyn thinks. But there’s something in the set of his shoulders, giving her the impression that he’s giving himself a pep talk as much as he is to them.

-

The evening following their private sessions with the Gamemakers is when the tributes’ evaluation scores are released. For the gamblers the scores dictated the odds to bet on in macabre betting pools; for the tributes, each score was a sign of who’s a threat and who can be ignored or—for the Careers—who will be easy pickings. When Jyn’s picture is shown on the screen followed by a 11, the others congratulate her and she smiles her thanks as she thinks about Saw. Is he watching her on national broadcast? He has to be, if he’s still in District 5. Would he feel proud of her so far?

But then she has an upsetting thought: what if he’s already left the district? What if he was able to complete the mission without her and he’s already gone off to the rendezvous? What if he’s already written her off as good as dead?  

She can’t afford to think about that. After dinner she goes to the roof, wanting to get some air and privacy without locking herself up in her room. This will be the only time she’ll let herself cry, and then it’s game on. Tomorrow is the last day before the Games begin, and she’ll be spending the entirety of it with Draven and Cassian.

She finds a bench to sit down on, draws her knees up to her chest and hugs her face to her thighs. It takes a moment for the tears to come, as unused to crying as she is, but she lets out the sobs and sniffles as much as she’s able to without letting herself dwelling too much on her doubts.

When someone sits down next to her she somehow already knows it’s Cassian. He lightly touches her shoulder as if to ask permission, and when she finally peeks at him from the shelter of her arms he scoots a little closer and carefully wraps a comforting arm around her back.

They stay like that for a while until Jyn’s sure the tears have dried up. Then she asks, “Why’d you follow me up here?”

“I’m your mentor. You’re my tribute,” he says with amusement, as if the answer should’ve been obvious. “But… I wanted make sure you’re alright. You’ve held up strong so far, Jyn. I know you’re committed to winning this thing.”

“I am, it’s just…” Jyn bites her lip. “I can’t help being nervous.”

“Nobody can.”

“I keep thinking about the worst.”

“…Do you want help getting your mind off of it?”

Jyn can’t help how her lips quirk up at that. “Why, are you offering?”

Cassian doesn’t hesitate. “Whatever you need. I said it on the first night; I want to help you in any way possible.”

She knows there’s suggestive intent in his words. But the way that he says it expresses a pure, earnest wish to help.

So, she doesn’t feel bad when she leans in to kiss him.

-

She can’t help but think about that last kiss and the make-out session that followed each time a silver parachute comes to her in the Arena. She’s received ten so far; in the past Games Jyn’s watched, it’s the Careers who receive the most gifts from sponsors eager to help their favored tributes win. While there were some morally repugnant people in the districts who were betting on the same tributes, ultimately only those in the Capitol could impact the odds; nobody in the districts had that much spare money to frittle away gambling on the deaths of children.

As the Games continued on, the price of sending gifts and aid increased. Even in the Capitol there was a hierarchy to sponsorship, with only the wealthiest sponsors holding sway in the endgame. The Games commentators often interviewed those uber philanthropists on the public broadcast of the Games and so Jyn even knew some of their names: Laertes Crake, Cygnus Vondel, Trimalchio Plena. Having made it this far, she wonders if any of the boons she’s received were sponsored by any of them.

It’s nighttime in the Arena. Jyn rests in the shadows of a ruined entryway, taking care to remain concealed. An unnaturally full moon illuminates the ruins of the game field; the Gamemakers made it so that each night alternated between bright moonlight and the darkness of a new moon. With each night, instead of resting, the tributes found themselves playing a deadly game of moving shadows and evasion and hunts in the dark.

Jyn wouldn’t have gotten this far in the Games without Cassian’s help; he had sent her heat vision goggles early on. The gift enabled her to evade the other tributes until more death cannons were fired, and when it came time to go on the offensive she had a frightening advantage.

But that boy from the Career pack must have gotten his hands on a pair too, because how else could he have known she was going to ambush them? He’d cut her with his blade, poisoning her with a paralytic, and she had genuinely believed she was going to die that very night. But true to her mentor’s word, the sight of a silver parachute some hours into the darkness of a new moon cut through her panic; inside was a sweet syrup that faded away the worsening stiffness in her body and left her feeling rejuvenated. She was able to get some good, actual rest for once that night.

This night hopefully she will, too. Tomorrow will be the day she has to attack the alliance stronghold, otherwise the Gamemakers might decide to set muttations on them or create some other disaster to force them into action. As she starts to doze she thinks about him. Cassian.

Going into the Games she knew she had an advantage not even the Career tributes could fathom, by virtue of being secretly trained in insurgent and resistance tactics by her uncle. But she had also known that what Saw said in their last words to each other was right: she wouldn’t make it far without help from her mentor. She would make it past the bloodbath and survive maybe a few days, but when the real challenges began she’d get killed by something or other, and there’d go any chance of her making it back to District 5 to complete the mission and get away with Saw.

While Jyn knew she must have earned some sponsors with her score from the Gamemakers’ evaluations, Cassian was ultimately the one in charge of handling them and dispensing gifts to her in the Arena. He might even have marshalled for her cause when she was in dire straits, such as when she got poisoned by that blade. Back in the Capitol he must be doing a lot for her and she can’t even begin to grasp what all of that could possibly entail; she owed him more than she could put words to.

And better still yet, after each night and day of fighting to stay alive, it felt nice and reassuring to be cared for. To know that somewhere beyond the Arena there was somebody from back home who was doing everything they could to help you. Because they believed in you. If she died in the ensuing struggle tomorrow she could at least die knowing that.

But if… when she wins, it wouldn’t be a lie to say she’s looking forward to seeing him again. To thank him. To let him know he sustained her both physically and emotionally throughout the Games. That just thinking of their last kiss on the rooftop did something to help to temper her fears, soothe her nerves after the stress of each day, and feel more ready to face the world about to kill her.

She thinks about these things, tucks them into the warm recesses of her heart. She might be facing certain death tomorrow but she won’t let his help be in vain.

And then disaster strikes with the earthquake.

-

Time is moving too erratically for Jyn to keep up.

It had seemed immeasurably long when the earth and the Arena shook beneath her feet, sifting the crumbling ruins to dust and debris on top and around her. It was a miracle that she was still alive, that the collapse of ruins she was by had pinned her leg to the ground beneath two walls that fell to support each other. Her heart beat in absolute terror, loudly and wildly out of her chest, as she waited for the dust to settle and for any possible aftershocks to finally strike her dead.

But time sped up once more once she had freed herself and made it to the general location that the alliance hideout formerly was. One moment she was emerging from her almost-tomb and in the next moment she’s leaning against the remains of a doorway to catch her breath, hardly knowing how many tributes she could take on or how many even survived.

When that dust-covered hand grabbed her ankle she had fallen in slow motion; after the eternity of one long second she was on her back, coughing as the wind was knocked out of her. Then it took several minutes to dig out her last foe—slitting her throat had only taken a second—and longer minutes still for her to bleed out and die.

Then a hovercraft whisks her away from the Arena faster than she could blink. But when it touches down and she disembarks in a stumble, the first person she sees is Cassian.

He looked as beautiful as anyone Jyn had ever known; time slows down in the beat of two seconds but she doesn’t even make it into his arms before she feels a prick and her vision suddenly tunnels out. But she still saw him, and when she sees him still in the strange, continual twilight the sedatives keep her under she’s comforted.

-

He’s there when she wakes up.

It takes a while for the disorientation to wear off, but when it does she realizes that the warmth in her left hand is his hand holding hers, gently. Her vision’s still blurry but she doesn’t need to wait for it to clear to know that it’s Cassian sitting next to her, just like she knew it was him that night on the roof. Aside from his genuine smile he looks so flawlessly styled—manufactured—as all things were in the Capitol. She had liked the scruff on his jawline and the stubble heading down his throat from when they had boarded the train, but after they arrived  Kay had personally made sure Cassian’s facial hair was meticulously groomed. Not a hair where it needn’t be.

She wonders how long it will take to grow back once they’re back in District 5. Back home in District 5…

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“How long have I been out for?”

“Five days. The poison that Career used to paralyze you came from a muttation; they had to detoxify your blood and run a lot of tests to make sure that it was all gone. Now, how are you feeling?”

Jyn tries to answer, but the way Cassian is looking at her makes her feel a little floaty, a little warm; like maybe the sedatives haven’t fully worn off yet. But she does manage to say, “I’m feeling okay. Thank you. Really. For taking care of me in there.”

Cassian’s gaze softens to something less intense, but still profound. He looked at her the same way after their make-out session on the rooftop, so she isn’t surprised when he leans in to kiss her.

He has to prop one arm on the other side of the bed to steady himself as their lips meet. It’s soft, chaste; they meet again, and again, and then he leans in close to her ear.

“Do you remember our first kiss on the train?”

Of course she does. “I do; why?”

“Can you pretend like that for me again? Once we’re out of here?”

It’s said like a flirt, but his words snap Jyn back to full awareness of their situation: she has just won the 70th Hunger Games. She had been resting and unconscious for the past few days but once she’s discharged Kay and the prep team are going to prepare her for the Closing Ceremony. To be paraded in front of the Capitol on Panem’s national broadcast as the newest victor, with her stylist, prep team, escort, and mentor. And then she will be crowned by President Snow.

Her mind flits over all of their conversations. Are they in trouble? They had talked about treasonous things, but that was under the sound of a thousand tinkling wind chimes; she’s sure that Cassian wouldn’t have brought her there for a private talk to be eavesdropped on.

Or by ‘pretend’, does he mean how they faked a passionate moment to deflect suspicion?

That must be it; she can read in his face the plea for her to understand. With him this close to her, she notices there’s a tension to his body that belies the playfulness of his words.

Jyn nods before reaching to pull him closer to her and kiss him again. For now she wants to ease his worry; Cassian will tell her in due time, and then they can face it together. After the last two weeks Jyn is confident they can.

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[tiaraofsapphires]

Rebelcaptain Appreciation Week: Day 5

Writing Prompt: Return

CW: lemon-y times ahead :] (idk how to phrase that without pinging the tumblr censors sorry)

The words on his datapad blurred in his eyes as his mind wandered. It was the twelfth intelligence report he had read that day, and he had absorbed absolutely none of it. It wasn’t good for him to allow himself to be so absentminded; he could already imagine the kind of lecture he would get from Draven for it.

There was something more important on his mind. The war would go on if Cassian Andor allowed himself to have his human desire that dangled lightyears from him.

“Ghost Squad is making their approach to the base, Captain Andor.”

He was already halfway out the room before the technician could finish her sentence.

Jyn was back; that was all he needed to know.

It had been over four months since they had seen each other. Both of them had left for separate missions, sending them to opposite corners of the galaxy.

Cassian had returned first and he had a near-permanent spot in the comms tower just waiting for news.

Of course, he had arrived right as her team went dark, during the delicate time between mission execution and extraction.

The Empire would be looking for the team that blew up their weapons depot in broad daylight. They would scour any frequencies they could tap into for information and intercept the team as they tried to leave the planet.

The whole thing should’ve been a quiet affair, as quiet as destroying an Imperial depot could possibly be. Jyn was a maverick, always looking forward to the missions that meant blowing things up.

Jyn had told him it was making up for the fact she wasn’t the one to deal the final blow to the Death Star. Sure, she was no Jedi, but she would’ve done it if she could.

It served to scare the hell out of him, every time she went off-script. It made her a target for the Empire, more than she already was, the injury adding to the insult of Erso’s child running amok, fighting for the Rebellion.

He knew of the bounties on her head and had told her as much. She took it as a twisted compliment.

“If they hate me and want me dead, good. That means I’m doing my job,” she had said.

The determination made him fall in love with her all the more, but it still scared him. She was going to get shot at for the mere fact she was part of the Alliance; there was no need to add more reasons for her to get shot at.

This mission, he knew he didn't need to worry. In his heart, he knew she was alive. He didn't need an intelligence report to tell him that.

In the hanger, a nondescript starship powered down, technicians and onlookers milled closer to the doors.

Cassian waited on the outskirt of the crowd as the doors creaked open.

The first two people who hopped out wasn’t the one he wanted to see. It took a painful amount of time, though it was only a minute, before he saw her.

Seeing her always took his breath away. This time was no different.

A white bandage stood stark where it pasted over her brow. She was whole. She was alive. The knowledge of it swelled in his chest.

It felt like a crappy holo, the reunion of two separated lovers. He wanted to sprint forward across the hangar and collect her in his arms. Instead, he kept his approach just slow enough that it wouldn’t seem like he was rushing towards her. Jyn had seen him, but her attention was drawn to the cheers and the pats on her shoulder.

“Specialist Erso.”

She nodded, a smile pulling at her mouth. “Captain Andor.”

That was all they could get of each other for now. Their relationship was the worst-kept secret in the Rebellion but they made a pact not to show affection in public. If it kept their superiors from breathing down their necks about potential conflicts of interest during missions, then they would do it.

He trailed behind Jyn and her squadmates, loitered in the back of the war room as they recounted the mission and the intelligence brought back.

They were all but surgical with it, with the exception of the bombing on the weapons depot. That was full of Erso-flair.

Mothma gave her a look like she was going to lecture Jyn, but there was little bite to it. Cassian hid a smile of his own, watching Jyn explain her strategy and where she thought they should go from there in the region.

Those talks would be tabled for later and Cassian was glad for it.

He left just as the meeting broke, tracing a familiar path back towards the barracks. It took mere moments of him walking before he heard the tap-tap of footsteps.

He reached behind him and heard her footsteps get faster and closer before her hand closed over his.

“Lead the way,” she whispered.

They both knew exactly where they wanted to go.

“I missed you,” he breathed into her mouth as soon as the door closed behind them.

She nodded, grasping at his shoulders, down his chest.

“I missed you too.”

Stars, he felt like he was starving and was just offered a feast. Like he had been drowning and then brought back to the surface.

“What do you wanna do?” he asked.

They shuffled to the bed. Cassian sat down hard, Jyn climbing into his lap. Her fingers ran through his hair and over his beard.

Cassian’s hands couldn't stop moving over her, as if she would disappear if he stopped for a moment.

He whipped off her shirt, flinging it across the room. He covered her skin with kisses, tasting salt and sweet. His beard scoured her skin just enough to leave a light blush on her chest.

“I’ve thought about you every day since I last saw you.”

“And every night?”

He nodded, playing with her nipples under her bra. He got off to the thought of her many, many times in the time they were separated.

“And you?” he asked.

“Of course.” She sucked a mark into his collarbone the moment he shed his shirt. “I thought about that, too,” she murmured, soothing the sting with a kiss.

He bucked underneath her before plopping her on her back in the bed. He crawled up her body as she giggled.

“Well, hello there.”

“Hi,” Cassian murmured, pulling her pants off and leaving her naked underneath him.

He was painfully hard in his pants but he just wanted her.  He didn't even need to get off. Anything would’ve satisfied him.

So, he worshipped her with his hands and mouth. He drank in every moan and cry he could draw out of her.

When he slid into her, arms bracketing her head, it was perfect. It was embarrassingly quick for him, but he knew that they had some time to be together. Endearments spilled from his mouth as he came inside her.

“Stay, stay, stay,” he whispered.

He pressed his forehead against her collarbone as their breathing slowed.

She nodded, kissing his chin, his cheek, his forehead.

“Always, Cassian.”

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Learning Curve

Excerpt: But when she settles down into the shade and catches just a glimpse of the clear sky and the jungle trees—well, she has to. She pulls out her cam. Mama would want to see this. Anyone should want to see this. She sets the text down, places her half-eaten ghibli on top of it, and stands up to pan across the jungle forest. The other temple peaks gleam in the sun, some kind of bird swoops between them, a monkey hoots. Wild, she thinks, and just as she’s wondering if there are any kind of expeditions or excursions into the surrounding jungle, she hears a scratch on the stone to her left. From the way she came. Reflexively, she swings the cam over to the sound of the noise, and through the lens she sees—The very surprised face of Cassian Andor.

Summary: When Jyn transfers to the newly founded Yavin College, she never expects to fall in love with the campus and its ancient ruins or to befriend the daughter of the most famous and accomplished couple in the galaxy, and she certainly doesn’t expect to run into her brother’s childhood best friend. 

Cassian has attended Yavin College since the beginning—which, technically, has only been two semesters, but that’s more than enough time to learn to lay low during new student orientation week. And yet somehow, he runs into his best friend’s sister anyways.

They haven’t seen each other in five years, not since that joint family vacation on Jedha that definitely does not warrant mentioning. As they pursue their studies, literally living in and surrounded by history, can they learn to put their history behind them? (Written for the Rebelcaptain May 4 Exchange, for tumblr user careforbes)

Notes: Ever since I started watching The Clone Wars, I keep thinking about what the galaxy could have been like if Anakin hadn’t fallen to the dark side, specifically what would Cassian and Jyn’s lives have been like without the shadow of the Empire? The prompt called for a college AU and I did try to do a modern one at first, but it’s been awhile since I’ve been to college and in general I find the SW universe more fascinating and fun to play in. Once I started over and set the story in-universe, it came much easier (though I have drawn inspiration from some of my own college study abroad experience). Special thanks to @allatariel & @theputterer for their limitless gffa knowledge that has allowed me to flesh out this what-if scenario in so much detail. I’m loving writing in this AU and if time and inspiration are nice to me, I really want to write Bodhi & Luke’s story in it, too. But first I’ll have to finish this one! Almost there. 

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[shesasurvivor]

keeta-everlark replied to your post: I’m finishing up the Rogue One novelization, and...

How do you like the novelization so far? I read it in the spring and really liked it. (I’ve since read a shit ton more of the star wars novels b/c they’re actually really good so I’m having trouble remembering details of that specific novel at the moment)

I'm really enjoying it! It's really flushing out the story in great ways. I actually started reading it back when the movie came out, but got sidetracked by school and work. I have time now, though, so I've picked it back up. I was drawn to it because I'd see posts on here quoting from it with all these RebelCaptain quotes, and I think I'm about to really get into that part of the book, so I'm excited!

I'm a veteran of the Star Wars books. In fact, they're the reason I started writing fanfic in the first place, ages and ages ago, when my friends and I discovered the Young Jedi Knights series in the 90's. (As a side note, I have a TON of Star Wars OCs that I've never really mentioned on this blog, but @bigbigbigday006 has convinced me to revive them, so they might show up on here eventually.) The books lost me after a while, when they started heading into the New Jedi Order territory, so I've been pleasantly surprised to find that I like the stuff they're producing now. After I'm done with the Rogue One novelization, I'm probably going to continue to Bloodline (which I have on my Kindle and I've been meaning to get to), but I might also read the two Rogue One tie-in novels.

Anyways, which books have you read? Have you read any of the EU/Legends stuff, or have you primarily been sticking with the current canon?

#keeta-everlark #once upon a time my entire life revolved around this crap lmao #I was 12 #so cut me some slack

[spacepandar]

Would you ever draw Rebelcaptain with their child/children?

Yes! It’s been a long time since I’ve drawn parent & child art (I think), but I remember them always leaving me feeling good and at peace. I try to keep angst away from depictions of kids if I can.

#would you ever #ask meme #grexigone #thank you!

[jynandor]

What are your favourite Jyn/Cassian fics ?

Okay, so at first i tried to get this as short as possible? But i’ve read so many amazing fics these last 7 months, i couldn’t leave anything out. I added exactly 60 fics here (and i am pretty sure i forgot to put some i also loved). I’ve rec-ed several fics back in january too, you should also check them out (x) …sadly some of those WIP fics aren’t finished yet.

Anyway, i sorted these fics by rating: 

NOT-RATED:

1. floating, sinking (by @shu-of-the-wind) 

Somewhere in her is the sinking feeling that they weren’t supposed to survive.

[Jyn’s not entirely sure how they lived. She just knows that they did. She’s not sure how the Rebellion lost the plans, either, but she has half a plan to fix that. Maybe. Mon Mothma has other ideas.]

[Post-Rogue One. Runs through A New Hope. Eventual Rebelcaptain.]

2. the violet hour (by @mellamymake) - modern AU

Jyn can’t sleep. Thankfully, it sounds like her neighbour can’t, either.

Or, the one where Jyn gets a new neighbour — one who turns out to be rather musically inclined.

3. slowly, and then all at once (by @mellamymake) - modern AU

It’s probably sheer stubbornness, Cassian thinks wryly. Even so, it doesn’t mean he’s just going to leave her like that.

Or, the one where Jyn has a habit of falling asleep around the apartment, and Cassian develops a habit of carrying her back to bed, because he’s a Gentleman, and a Good Friend.

4. run to me in the rising dawn (by @leralynne)

Jyn has never had anyone stick around before. The battle is over now, but the war rages on and Jyn is already preparing for the day when she loses Cassian, too. (She doesn’t realize he’s terrified of the exact same thing.)

5. lay down my shields (by @leralynne​)

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

6. closer (by muggleindenial28) - slight adult themes

“They don’t speak on the way down.They don’t acknowledge the distant shrill screams of TIE Fighters and X-Wings outside.They don’t think about how they’re not going to get out in time.”

They make it off Scarif, but not without scars.

RATED G:

7. if only (by @ohstardustgirl)

A fix-it: “If Only”, as in “If only Krennic had never went to the data tower, how different things could have been.”

How Cassian and Jyn would have survived Scarif, and what would have happened after.

8. places we break and bend (by @incognitajones)

In which Jyn is injured, and frustrated that dealing with her hair one-handed is impossible.

9. until the dust settles (by @jynersoandor)

Here were the facts. One, Jyn expected to die on Scarif. Two, that had allowed her to be more open with Cassian than she normally would have been. Three, that against all odds she had not died. Four, that currently she was lying in a rebel base medical room. Five, that if she had lived, then maybe Cassian did too. Six, since they were both alive, that now she had to face their changing relationship and all that came with it. Now it was beyond a tragic tale of what could have been, and was what could be, and that scared the hell out of her.

10. long odds (by mosylu)

When Jyn and Cassian notice that they seem to be getting an awful lot of attention from the other rebels lately, they check in with Bodhi to see what he knows about it.

11. with difficulty and grief (by @ladytharen)

“I’m fine,” he murmurs as she curls up next to him in the ship’s bunk. They are well on their way home and he’s patched up as best he can be, but the sight of him going down under three blaster shots burns brightly in her memory. She’d been shot once, getting to him, and they are both littered with bruises and small injuries.

(But they are both alive.)

“I know,” she says, curling her arm around his chest, and it’s mostly true.

12. the ghosts that survive (by @anghraine)

Love doesn’t cure Jyn’s and Cassian’s many problems. But it helps.

13. use the sleeves of my sweater, lets have an adventure (by @jynersq)

Back in the engine room, he goes to her, more confidently this time. But still carefully, as though she’s a wounded animal. Holding the jacket in his hands. Kneeling beside her, Cassian draws the material, dry and worn-soft, around Jyn’s shoulders like a blanket.

(Or, five times Jyn Erso wore Cassian Andor’s clothing, and one time she didn’t.)

14. when we were young and crossed the stars (by @leralynne)

He tells her he’s been given his own ship, his choice of his own crew. When she asks who he’ll be picking, he cocks his head at her.

“You and K, of course,” he says, like he can’t believe she’s even asking the question when she’s been griping about it for almost six years.

Jyn and Cassian meet as children caught up in the rebellion and grow up together.

15. the forces of others (by @ofhobbitsandwomen)

Everything’s going according to plan on Jedha, until Jyn spots a strange man watching them. She makes a split second decision on how to subvert suspicion.

16. it’s tempting (by @vaultfox)

Cassian’s gone to work with a myriad of ailments before, but maybe that’s because he’s never had the luxury of someone holding him back

RATED T:

17. nothing but water  (by @operaticspacetrash)

Jyn and Cassian find a moment of quiet together, as well as a working shower with real warm water.

18. the kiss on your lips, it should be mine (by @incognitajones)

In which Jyn can’t concentrate.

19. a single heartbeat between your two (by @ladytharen)

He steps closer to Jyn, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face.

(As always, there was nowhere else to go.)

“Hi,” he says softly, and the voices outside key in the code. Her eyes flick up to meet his and a smile plays at her lips. “Hi,” she echoes.

When he kisses her this time, he kisses her like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get. His hands wrap around her waist and she slides herself against him, her hands steady and warm on his chest. Her fingers curl in anticipation as he kisses her openly, as intently and with as much emotion as he can convey.

(For a brief instant, he thinks she is trying to tell him something too.)

 20. a proud, upleasant sort of man (by angel_deux)

It takes Cassian Andor and Han Solo an embarrassingly long time to realize that they aren’t each other’s rivals.

21. kindred (by simplyprologue)

“I left the next-of-kin space blank on my enlistment form,” she whispers, taking the datapad from his loose grip, logging in with her own restricted access codes. Draws up her contact forms, and gives it to him to place his name.

“I’d like that.”

He brings up his own next.

22. hold back the river (by alemantele)

Jyn and Cassian, meeting through a series of unfortunate lives

(and maybe just one happy ending)

23.  comfort me with apples (by miraphora)

The problem was that these covers required a certain level of…performative public affection. And there was nothing professional about the way he felt around Jyn Erso.

24. magnetic pull (by accidentalrambler)

Jyn loves playing with Cassian’s hair.

25.  only fools rush in (by @andromeda3116) - modern AU

“Jyn talked herself into a corner with her grandma,” Han explained. “Now she needs a fake boyfriend for Christmas.”

“Why doesn’t Cassian do it?” Luke asked, and Jyn scowled at him.

[In which Jyn, in an attempt to get her mother’s overbearing, gossipy, and traditional family off her back for one freaking Christmas, conscripts Cassian to join her as her (fake) boyfriend for the whole week in England. Shamelessly, wildly, gleefully AU.]

26. one night and one more time (by @baenakinskywalker) - modern AU

I found you a date,” Bodhi says with all the nonchalantness of her super dropping by to ask about rent. Jyn nearly drops the wine bottle on the ground. “Y’know,” he adds, noticing her deer in the headlights look, “for the reunion.”

or, Jyn is a little more than reluctant to go to her high school reunion until Bodhi finds her a total stranger to go with.

27. we hold on so tight (by @clarkescrusade) - modern AU

AP Literature teacher Jyn Erso and AP World History teacher Cassian Andor are natural rivals, have been since the day Jyn arrived a year ago. Between bickering, they mostly just try to hide the fact that they care about each other. It can get pretty complicated.

Or, a rival!teachers au feat. Jyn and Cassian

28. i was made to need you (by @leralynne)

Three times Cassian and Jyn couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and one time they could but chose not to.

29.   semantics (series, by @leralynne)

      AKA lots of bed-sharing

30. we’ve been here before  (by angel_deux) - character death (groundhog day AU)

She dies on the beach, in his arms. It isn’t the first time. It isn’t even the second. “We’re trapped,” she tells him, blood bubbling up between her lips. His fingers spasm on her wound and he shushes her, his voice shaking. She draws a shuddering breath that rattles in her lungs. “It’s my turn, but it’ll be yours, next. We’re trapped here.”

Or: Jyn has to keep reliving Scarif until she gets it right.

31. a memory lifted from her lips (by @ladytharen)

“Jyn,” he murmurs, his voice a bare whisper as he tilts closer. In a heartbeat, she answers the only way she knows how. Her arms slide around him, closing the space between them, and tentatively, hesitantly, she brushes her lips against his, uncertainty falling away. They only had moments left.

(Welcome home.)

He sighs in a heavy exhale over her and her eyes slide shut as he presses into the kiss, a sweet memory forming for the rest of her life. His arms circle her, weakened but not dismayed, and she tilts her face up to lengthen the kiss. His lips part under hers as she steps closer, a kiss drawn out to a lifetime.

32. before I wake, before the dawn (by redfantasyfox) - slight adult themes

Or: The Four Times Jyn Climbs Into Cassian’s Bed and the One Time He Sure As Hell Climbs Into Hers.

33. if love is the answer (could you rephrase the question) (by @rain-sleet-snow)

Jyn hasn’t admitted that she really cares about anything or anyone since Saw Guerrera, and look where that got her: alone at sixteen with a blaster and a knife and a broken heart. She likes to think she’s better now, smarter and stronger, but really, she hasn’t got any further than that frightened girl in a bunker by herself with shattered beliefs at her feet.

***

They kissed for the sake of the mission, and Jyn desperately wants to do something about it.

34. acts of intimacy (series, by @rxbxlcaptain) 

series of one-shots, non-sexual acts of intimacy 

35. too close, not close enough (by ivyspinners)

In which they kissed for the sake of the mission, and Jyn can’t stop thinking about it.

36. falling like a feather, soft and light (by @incognitajones)

In which Jyn is convinced that she’s hallucinating due to hypothermia. How else could she be safe and warm in Cassian’s arms?

37. what is decayed in you shall be made clean (by imgoingtocrash)

“There’s no need to return this favor for him, but there is a want: To show him she’s capable of this trust, this care, this softness she’s rarely known.

He turns to her, this quirk to his lip that she only sees when they’re teasing and he can’t seem to hold back some sort of reaction to her. It peeks through his layers of careful movements and disguise and personality construction and cuts to his core, to the person he might be in a world without need of a Rebellion.”

Injured and tired, Cassian and Jyn share a shower and take turns caring for each other.

38. this here now (it’s where we touch down) (by mosylu)

With the war over, Jyn knows their time serving the Rebellion-turned-New-Republic is over, too. It’s time to move on and do something for themselves.She’s not too sure about this farming gig. But as long as Cassian’s there, she’s there.

39. my words on your lips (by @yavemiel)

Jyn wants to surprise Cassian for his birthday.

40. for you (by @kyberchronicles)

But who could’ve known?, Jyn wondered. She hadn’t mentioned it, let alone celebrated it, since Saw pulled her up out of her secret hideout on Lah’mu. She hadn’t even remembered it that morning until she glanced at the date on the datapad she kept by her bed.

41. clothes (by @jeeno2)

Jyn shows up to breakfast wearing Cassian’s clothes. Cassian’s the only one who’s surprised.

RATED M:

42. a bad idea (by @moonprincess92nz) - modern AU

“Ok, this is bloody ridiculous,” Jyn finished her drink, before slamming it down onto the coffee table in front of them. “Let’s just have sex.”

Cassian choked on his beer.

43. pain my spirit gold (by spacenarwal)

On the books Captain Cassian Andor and Sergeant Jyn Erso have officially shared quarters for over four months, but Jyn thinks she can probably count on both hands the number of nights they’ve actually spent there together. The Rebellion’s war keeps them both away, sometimes together, but more often than not apart. It feels like a luxury to come back and find him there, sitting on the bunk, legs crossed beneath him in a way that makes him look unusually young, dark hair falling into his eyes as he fiddles with a gutted datapad on his lap.

“You’re back.” She says, dropping her things on the floor by the door, next to his own duffle, dusty and cracked from sun exposure. She doesn’t know where they sent him but she hopes wherever it was he was at least warm.

44. kiss me (like you want to be loved) (by @jynersq)

Jyn settles back on her heels, and doesn’t look back over her shoulder as she walks toward the ship.

If she had, she’d have seen Cassian staring after her in something like bewilderment, his hand drifting up to the place where her lips had been.

(Or, five times Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor kissed.)

45. five things cassian andor only says at night (by @jeeno2)

So no one will hear him.

RATED E:

46. cast some light ‘verse (series, by @brynnmclean)

loosely connected, standalone rebelcaptain fics. 

47. i fought the war (but the war won) (by @incognitajones)

They meet on a battleground, of course.

48. hiding and revealing  (by @incognitajones)

In which Cassian figures the odds of him getting punched in the face are about 50-50.

49. need is always pending on how much you can get (by @incognitajones)

In which Jyn is determined to make Cassian say what he wants.

50. kill the lights and kiss my eyes (by @ohstardustgirl)

Jyn and Cassian’s first mission alone together doesn’t quite go to plan, and stranded on a planet there is nowhere to hide from each other.

She wants to chase the raindrops with her tongue, follow them down below his shirt.

51. opening (by @ohstardustgirl)

Jyn thinks about how much trust it takes to sleep with someone, and how much trust it takes to sleep with someone.Jyn and Cassian have their first time.

52. trading favours (by @mellamymake) - modern AU

“Come on,” she wheedles. “I’ll do the laundry for two weeks. I’ll pay for beer the next time we go out.” She waves her hands in the air, momentarily flailing around for more ideas. “I’ll go down on you.”

Cassian looks up then. “You’re not going to go down on me.”

She snorts on sheer impulse. “You underestimate the depths of my desperation.”

53. a good thing (by @operaticspacetrash) 

After weeks apart, Jyn takes a transport to be reunited with Cassian for a special kind of reunion.Based on two prompts: “Reunited after too long apart” and “He knew they had to be quiet.”

54. behind closed doors, your hands in mine (by @leralynne)

It keeps happening—his hands on her body, his lips on her skin. It’s strange, and rather wonderful, but they never talk about it. Jyn kind of wishes they would.

55. holding a heart here in my hand (by @leralynne)

Jyn kisses Cassian for the first time when she thinks they’re about to die. But then, they don’t die.

56. it’s really good (to hear your voice) (by cooper_nails)

The private comm link is a gift that Cassian doesn’t admit to giving.

57. in these hallowed spaces (by bittersnake)

She’s bruised, battered, and scarred but not broken.

58. just a taste (by miraphora) 

“I didn’t think this was what you had in mind when you said we had time to kill.”

59. to have a fraction of your life (by @ladytharen)

“Does it hurt?’ he asks and she shrugs, rolling her shoulders to test herself.

“I’ve had worse,” she says. Her voice is becoming a distant and faraway thing as Cassian’s breath travels across her skin, taking in the truth of her words. Marks from Wobani, marks from her time with Saw’s partisans, and all the ones in between.

She leans forward on the tips of her fingers, letting Cassian inspect her. At first, his touch is light and studious.

A moment later, it’s not.

60. just put your sweet lips on mine (by @ladytharen)

In the dark, she pulls a fresh shirt on from the drawer by the bed and crawls into the cot. Tugging the blanket around herself, she breathes deeply and smiles to herself.

It smells like Cassian.

Her last thought before she slides into sleep is to wonder whether he’s been sleeping in her bed while she was gone.

(She likes the thought.)

#rebelcaptain #cassian x jyn #jyn erso #cassian andor #rogue one #ficrec #Anonymous #message #all of these are completed fics (except for just one) #happy reading :')

[yavemiel]

Top Ten Fic Recs

Tagged by  @callioope and @justkeeponthegrass thanks guys!

This says top ten fic recs and I was like ‘I guess I can limit myself to ten’ and now having started going through them I’m like ‘ahahahahahahah NO’ so without further ado, split into three categories, here are thirty-nine of my favourite Rebelcaptain fic recs, listed in no particular order, because you see how easy it was for me to cut down the list I have, there’s no way I could chose between them. The only concession I could make was to keep it to one per author, but know that if one is on the list, all the rest of their stuff is amazing too! All the links are to AO3 and I’ve tagged the authors on Tumblr when I know their handle, but if you spot one of yours and I’ve not tagged you, let me know! :) Recs are below the cut because this is a LONG POST.

List One (>20,000 words, complete)

- floating, sinking by @shu-of-the-wind (shuofthewind), NR, 188k words [One of the quintessential Rebelcaptain fics, which tells an AU version of A New Hope. The character voices are so spectacular in this, every point of view is perfectly written, and it’s so SO believable. Cannot over-recommend]

- to treat everything as if it were a nail by @things-with-teeth (thingswithteeth), M, 103k words [What if Jyn had been found on Lah’mu and been taken by Krennic? This fic answers that question spectacularly, which such depth and character strength you kind of forget it’s not how it happened in canon]

- gray areas (series name cassian andor nonsense) by @theputterer (theputterer), T, 371k words [This series is a love song to Cassian Andor. If you’ve been looking for the tragic backstory that explains how he got where he is in Rogue One, THIS IS WHAT YOU’RE LOOKING FOR. Bring tissues. Also goes well beyond Rogue One into what might have happened to Cassian and Jyn in this universe, an unbelievable epic]

- Won’t You Let Us Wander by angel_deux, T, 243k words [I have so much love for this series, it’s Cassian/Jyn focused but the other characters are so amazing as well, particularly Leia. It’s basically 243k words of Cassian and Jyn working through their respective issues and building a family and a team as they go and it is a delight.]

- The Words Would Only Rhyme by @betweentheheavesofstorm (betweentheheavesofstorm), T, 51k words [I really love this story, Jyn has visions and it takes a completely different tack to canon AND has ‘fake relationship’ one of my favourite tropes ever and I really don’t think I can do it justice without spoiling it, so just take my word for it and read it] - as the fates unwind by Jaxin, T, 45k words [A look at what might have happened if Lyra had lived to bring up Jyn, it’s been a while since I read it, but the thing that sticks in my memory about this one is the characterisation, it’s Spot On]

- Intersections by Caedus501, T, 139k words [This series is spectacular: intersections is a great name for it, it basically retells the history of Cassian and Jyn if they had run across each other in various guises during their pasts, and how that would affect the events of Rogue One. Excellent writing.]

- For A Good Time Call by @jynsanity (jormaperalta), T, 28k words [This is SUCH a feel good fic, sweet and funny, I can’t tell you how much I love it. A modern AU where Jyn writes her name on the wall of a bar and Cassian texts her, and it works so well.]

- in the spaces by @gizkasparadise (nymja), E, 27k words [I come back and re-read this fic so often, I really feel like it’s one of the truest to canon characterisations out there: Jyn and Cassian are so committed to the cause, but also to each other, and the conflicts that that causes are obvious and heart-breaking and perfectly perfectly written.]

- spes semper mihi adest by @rain-sleet-snow (rain_sleet_snow), T, 27k words [this is another one that I’ve re-read so much, it’s amazing, following Cassian and Jyn all the way through the original trilogy in a way that really makes you believe they probably were running around in canon. Also has a lovely coda set during The Force Awakens called but sometimes it rhymes which I would also highly recommend]

- In the Shadows by @hurricanedancer (StormDancer), M, 21k words [The White Collar AU you never knew you needed! I love this one, the characters work so damn well in their transplanted home, particularly Jyn as the ex-criminal trying to go straight but chafing at her bonds.]

- long way home by @realitycheckbounced (noelia_g), E, 25k words [I love this series, it’s so feel-good, and the relationship between Cassian and Jyn is so joyful!]

List Two (>20,000 words, WIP)

- Resistance is Built on Hope by @chronicolicity (ChronicOlicity), T, 133k words [A stunning WWII AU which actually follows the plot of R1 pretty closely within that setting, fabulous writing and characterisation, and a really really great slow burn relationship between Cassian and Jyn]

- Jagged Edges by @mediumsizedfountain (jncar), M, 105k words [Essentially a story about the survivors of Rogue One learning to live with the consequences and finding their place within the Rebellion, and about Cassian and Jyn figuring out where they stand with each other, a really lovely read]

- In a dark time, the eye begins to see by @imsfire2 (imsfire), NR, 87k words [I love this story so much: Cassian is an artist and Jyn is his muse, but it’s more a canon divergent fic than an AU, as the events and motivations of Rogue One are still very much centre stage] - Chaconne by @ibohe (ibohemianam), T, 221k words [This is one of the first series I truly fell in love with in the fandom and it remains a firm favourite now! A great take on a possible backstory for Cassian, and a look at how he and Jyn might work through their issues together after the war, with a generous smattering of EU influence throughout. I especially love the way they’re written together in domestic scenes in this series: their issues and foibles are all still there but they’re so happy in each other nonetheless] - Whatever I Do (I Do It To Protect You)  by @callioope (Callioope), T, 62k words [Another look at what might have happened if Lyra had lived to raise Jyn, first within the Partisans and then within the Rebellion, and a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL slow burn relationship between Jyn and Cassian]

- per ardua ad astra by @anghraine (Elizabeth (anghraine)), T, 58k words [I don’t want to give too much away about this fic, but essentially, Cassian, Jyn and Bodhi end up on the Death Star and this is the story of how they manage to survive that and infiltrate one of the most secure parts of the Empire. This is so well written and seems so plausible as a continuation of canon!]

- And The Next by @mienuxbleu (ienablu), T, 52k words [This is essentially Groundhog Day Rogue One style but infinitely, infinitely more heart-breaking! It’s so well thought out and so engaging, and you really really get a fantastic insight in Jyn’s character]

- The World Through a Scope by @ruby-red-inky-blue (guineapiggie), T, 46k words (One of my favourite modern AUs, in which Cassian and Jyn meet in the waiting room of their counselor’s office and are drawn to each other despite their respective issues, before finding out that their lives are far more closely entangled than even they realised. A real gem!]

- The Germans Wore Grey, You Wore Blue by @justkeeponthegrass (randomdreamer01) [This is a collection of WWII AUs that are mostly unrelated, and they are so SO well researched and well written, you really get a sense of the history behind the stories, and the characterisation is always spot on]

- only fools rush in by @andromeda3116 (andromeda3116), T, 36k words [I love, love, LOVE this AU, it’s a modern setting and basically has all of my favourite things rolled up in one: fake relationship, bed-sharing, protectiveness, pining: it’s an absolute delight!]

- The Remembrance of Pain (Time Will Explain) by @operaticspacetrash (Jaded), T, 22k words [I could have chosen literally any story by this author and gushed about for a few paragraphs, she never puts a foot wrong! This particular one is a Persuasion AU set in the Star Wars universe, and it’s brilliant, so well conceived and written and you can really feel the shared history and the pain between Cassian and Jyn]

- the light by @ssimpleandclean (Irelando), E, 71k words [A fabulous post Scarif series that runs through what our favourite crew might have been doing during A New Hope, and then continues to describe their adventures and their coming together as a family long after that, great read!]

List Three (<20,000 Words)

- Talk Tonight by @rapidashpatronus (RapidashPatronus), T, 1213 words [I cannot overstate how much I absolutely love this story. The subject matter is so tough and so important, but the ending is hopeful, and honestly, every time I read it (which is often), I come away crying but uplifted. Everyone should read this one.]

- Counting Weeds by @rapidashpatronus (RapidashPatronus), T, 8021 words, WIP [I said only one per author, but I literally couldn’t chose between this and Talk Tonight, so I’m breaking my own rules, surprise surprise: I adore this story. It’s so original, the characterisation is so great, the OCs are a delight, just...gah, everything! Definitely one to subscribe to!]

- I fought the war (but the war won) by @incognitajones (ephemera), E, 9075 words [Ahhh my favourite AU ever: the MSF AU that I didn’t know I needed until it showed up and now I re-read on a near weekly basis! I can’t describe how well this works, Jyn as a roving war reporter and Cassian as a harried MSF doctor, it honestly has to be read to be believed, and their relationship is just perfection.]

- This Here Now (it’s where we touch down) by @mosylufanfic (mosylu), T, 1772 words [Jyn and Cassian become farmers and put down roots and are happy and this is one of my favourite stories, I always feel warm when I read it]

- the sharp edge of survival by @longclaws (with_the_monsters), T, 3950 words [I think the summary of this fic does it far more justice than I ever could: “They're heroes, now, but the not the type of heroes the Republic wants. Not bright and clean and effortlessly Light. Not able to sit still or give up the fight. The fight built each of them, after all. Made them what they are.“ It’s painful and beautiful and excellently written and you should all read it.]

- where my caution should be by @venusmelody (ivyspinners), T, 1242 words [I don’t want to say too much about this one for fear I’ll give the ending away, but suffice to say it’s 1242 spectacularly written words that will rip your heart out in the best possible way. Bring tissues.]

- the road that sets into the sun by @thegirlwholied (lyin), G, 5190 words [A beautiful story set in the EU, about how the end of the war might have looked for a Cassian and Jyn in that slightly different universe. The ending of this one in particularly is just so hopeful and beautiful!]

- the quiet we hold by @dazy-laze (ithacas), NR, 12228 words [Cassian and Jyn both suffer from PTSD after Rogue One and go somewhere quiet to recover. This is such a lovely story, painful in parts, but in a good way, and watching Cassian and Jyn heal together is a joy.]

- when we were young and crossed the stars by @leralynne (katsumi), G, 4008 [Jyn joins the Rebellion at a much younger age and grows up around Cassian. I love this story so much, it weaves their backstory seamlessly and their relationship is so believable.]

- my knees are cold (running home) by @jynersq (jynersq), T, 7302 words [Cassian and Jyn recover together after Scarif, both physically and mentally. I really love how much they look after each other in this story, warms my heart every time I read it]

- all the rest by tomorrowsrain, T, 8334 words [This fic is the best written aftermath of torture I think I’ve read, it’s heart-breaking and difficult but beautifully written and ultimately hopeful.]

- a person can be a home by @ladytharen (mollivanders), T, 3047 words [A really gorgeous look at Jyn and Cassian’s developing relationship in the aftermath of Scarif, the characters are so perfectly written here and their relationship progresses so naturally, I love it]

- The Last Poem of Jedha by @schweinsty (schweinsty), T, 15486 words [This is actually a Bodhi-centric fic with the Rebelcaptain firmly in the background, but there was no way I could leave it off a rec list because it is AMAZING. I am in awe of the world-building for Jedha, the description of a culture and a way of life and the poetry and literature and everything, it’s just...read it, you will not regret it]

- cast some light by @brynnmclean (brynnmclean), E, 16049, WIP [This verse is spectacularly NSFW in the best possible way, it is hot like BURNING, but also with excellently written character voices and really great interactions, such a favourite of mine!]

- Trading Favours by @mellamymake (caramelle), E, 7206 [Another one for the ‘hot like burning’ club, this is roomates-to-lovers modern AU via friends-with-benefits and I love it, it’s so well written and humourous, always makes me smile!]

And that is it, finally the end of the list! Happy reading! :)

#rec list #rebelcaptain #rogue one #awesome fic #talented people

[senatorrorgana]

Young Blood - One

Summary: When Jyn Erso was just sixteen, she was left behind by Saw Gerrera, unknowingly to to protect her, though Jyn assumed she was abandoned. She was abandoned, however, until seventeen year old rebel fighter Cassian Andor discovered her waiting down in the hole where she had been left. While Jyn lies about her true identity to Cassian to protect herself, when he takes her back to the Rebellion, she can't help but feel drawn to him and vice versa. But when Cassian gets close to her, and people start to figure out that she isn't really Tanith Pontha, Jyn will do anything to protect Cassian, the boy she unknowingly has fallen in love with.

A/N: Early posting today! I have work today sadly and just really wanted to post this, I've been working on it for a few days and just fell in love with the idea of Cassian finding Jyn after she was left behind by Saw. I fudged their ages a bit so they'd be closer in age range, cause I just wanted to write a fic about two crazy teens falling in love in the middle of a dangerous war time. Hopefully you guys like this first chapter, I had fun writing it, and comments are always appreciated, they keep me going! <3

Pairing: Rebelcaptain

Rating: M

Words: 2,220

AO3: (x)

Saw would come back, Jyn knew he would, he wouldn’t just leave her behind as so many others had before - he wasn’t her father, he wasn’t someone who would abandon her and leave her on her own - and yet...it had been two days. Jyn had been sitting in this rotting and filthy hole in the ground for two days, gripping onto her blaster with all her might and trying to ignore the growl of her stomach telling her to crawl out, despite Saw not yet returning. She was supposed to wait, she couldn’t leave, who knew what would happen if she left though it sounded peaceful up above, no more sounds of a struggling battle echoing above her. Jyn was tempted to climb out of the hole sometime after the sun had past it’s hottest point, she knew it’d be safer to look if it was darker outside, she could hide in the darkness better should the worst still be above her. Just as she made her move to do so, she heard the faint sounds of someone talking up above as fear made her grip her blaster tighter, aiming it at the hatch as she heard them draw closer and closer to where she was.

Her hands were shaking, both from how tightly she gripped the blaster, and the lack of food she’d eaten in the past few days, despite all of this, she wasn’t ready to go down without a fight.

“There’s no sign of anyone out here.” She heard the voice speak up, it sounded like a boy, probably not much older than her, maybe seventeen if he were lucky judging by the lack of cracking in his voice.

“Gerrera’s rebels must have gotten the hell out of there.” A voice over a comm replied, slightly staticy. “Kriff, alright, get back to the ship Andor, we’re leaving in ten.”

“Alright.” The boy replied.

For a moment Jyn thought he would leave, she was waiting to hear his footsteps walk away; someone was looking for Saw and the group, they could have been Imperial though it didn’t sound like they were speaking through Stormtrooper masks. But then she heard him kneel down and brushing the sand off the hatch, pulling it open with all his might, and as soon as he was in sight, Jyn had her blaster locked on him, her finger hovering over the trigger and ready to shoot.

“Whoa, whoa, hey, it’s okay, it’s alright.” The boy tried to calm her, his brown eyes filled with shock, though they were twinged with something else, something sad. “I’m not Imperial, I’m with the Rebellion.”

“What makes you think I wouldn’t shoot someone from the Rebellion?” Jyn asked harshly, she more than likely wouldn’t in all honesty, unless they were shooting at her.

“Because you haven’t shot me yet.” He replied with a bit of a smirk. “Are you hurt?”

“...No.” Jyn replied cautiously, her arms beginning to shake from holding the blaster up for so long. “Why do you care?”

“You’re sitting down here in this hole, seems like you’re hiding from something, and you certainly don’t seem like the kind of girl who would get scared and run from a fight, so you must be hurt.” He explained.

Her leg had been grazed during the battle, it didn’t bother her so much now and she didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but that wasn’t exactly why she was down in this hole - not that he needed to know that.

“Let me help you out.” The boy held down a hand for her to grab and help her get out of the hole.

Jyn hesitated for a moment, she could get out of this hole and leave, miss any chance of Saw coming back for her; or she could accept what she’d been denying, that Saw wasn’t coming back, and at the very least if this boy was telling the truth about being with the Rebellion, he could help her get her leg fixed up before she’d go...somewhere. Anywhere to get away from here and the realization that she’d been abandoned - again. Making up her mind, Jyn grabbed his hand and hoisted herself to her feet carefully before beginning to climb out slowly, putting all her weight on her good leg for the time being. When she made it out of the hole, the boy grabbed ahold of her and helped her stand up, glancing down at her leg to see her wound - from the look on his face, it must have been worse than she thought.

“Come on, let’s get your leg fixed up, there are medkits back on my ship.” He offered. “What’s your name?”

“...Tanith.” Jyn replied quickly, no one, especially not the Rebellion who would surely kill her in a heartbeat for being the daughter of Galen Erso, could know who she was. “What about you? What’s your name?”

“Cassian.” He offered up with a smile, his eyes studying her face perhaps a bit longer than what was appropriate until he cleared his throat and looked away, slightly embarrassed judging by the slight blush on his cheeks that Jyn could just barely make out in this light.

She probably looked like hell, between the battle and spending two days in that hole, she more than likely didn’t look her best, which made her wonder why this boy Cassian would even cast a glance at her. But he did, and he was flustered just a bit from what Jyn could read into about how he was acting, how he tentatively wrapped an arm around her waist to help support her as they started their trek back towards his ship. Not that Jyn really knew how boy’s minds worked, she was only sixteen and between the war and having to always be on the run to hide who she was, she never really had the time or reason to bother with guys. Though she had to admit that there was something about this Cassian guy that stirred something in her stomach.

Colonel Draven was not an easy man to work with on a daily basis when no mission went wrong or out of the ordinary; bringing back a girl who was possibly one of Saw Gerrera’s rebels that got left behind for unknown reasons other than being injured - which Cassian fully believed there were other reasons Tanith was left behind - it would be a difficult conversation to say the least. But he couldn’t leave her behind, her leg was awful, left alone any longer it would surely get infected, and technically Tanith was a rebel, just not officially Cassian supposed, but maybe he could offer the chance up to her to join the Rebellion. He didn’t trust her fully, he never trusted anyone fully ever since he was a child, but the Rebellion needed soldiers, Tanith was clearly a more than capable soldier.

“Wait here for a minute.” Cassian said, helping Jyn sit down on a nearby boulder while she winced in pain, the ship just a few feet away. “I have to talk to my Colonel, we’ll fix you up and see what we can do for you from there.”

“Thank you.” Tanith replied quietly.

Cassian barely set foot on the ship before the Colonel stepped in front of him, the always ever sour expression on his face that Cassian had grown used to ignoring most of the time.

“Andor, what’s with the girl?” The Colonel asked, having already noticed Tanith sitting outside.

“She’s hurt, she was one of Saw Gerrera’s rebels, they left her behind.” Cassian replied.

“I’m not surprised, they’re not exactly the most considerate people in the galaxy.” Colonel Draven sighed; the Colonel may have been a hard ass, but he did have a certain weakness for injured soldiers - he never liked to leave them behind or stranded. “Go fix her up, give her the usual offer. If she doesn’t want to come we’ll drop her off at an outpost or something.” He said as he tossed Cassian a med kit.

“Thank you, Colonel.” Cassian gave a brief nod before exiting the ship, feeling the Colonel’s gaze on him watching his every move; he was still only a Lieutenant, but Cassian knew how to handle people - he’d been doing it his entire life. “Here, let me see your leg.” Cassian said as he approached Tanith, trying to look at how bad the wound was herself.

Cassian kneeled in front of her, it wasn’t broken thankfully, but it had a deep cut followed with a pretty good blaster shot, not to mention how swollen it had gotten from her spending god knows how many days in that hole he found her in. Without hesitation, Cassian started trying to clean up the wound a bit, he didn’t realize he might have been going about it a bit roughly until Tanith yelped in pain.

“Sorry, are you alright?” He asked immediately concerned.

“I’m fine.” Tanith nodded, wiping away the tears that had welled up in her eyes from the pain. “I’m fine.” She repeated.

“I’ll be done in a minute, once the bacta is on there it’s going to hurt a lot.” Cassian warned her as he opened up the bacta pack; her wounds were pretty bad and had been left open for a while, it was going to start working right away to try and repair everything, and that meant it was going to hurt like hell. “Alright?” He asked tentatively.

Tanith just nodded, biting down on her lower lip and seeming to be bracing herself for the pain that was about to hit her. Without hesitation, Cassian applied the bacta where it needed to go on the major wounds and started wrapping her leg up with bandages, Tanith doing her best to keep still despite the look of utter pain on her face. With the bandages wrapped, Cassian secured them quickly with some medical tape before standing up and offering a hand out to her to help her up.

“I just need to sit for a minute.” Tanith replied through gritted teeth, her hands clenched into fists while she resisted the urge to just tear at the bandages to make the pain stop.

“Okay.” Cassian nodded, taking a seat beside her on the boulder. “Mind if I ask you something?”

“Ask away, I’m not going anywhere yet.” She tried to keep her tone level despite everything, she was certainly stronger than most people Cassian had ever met before.

“Do you know where Saw and his rebels would have gone?” He asked curiously.

“No.” Tanith shook her head, Cassian studied her face and knew it was a sincere answer, she wasn’t showing the usual or even unusual tells of lying, they’d truly left her behind.

“Do you have anywhere else to go?” Cassian offered up the choice, he knew most people weren’t exactly jumping at the chance to join the rebellion, especially people who had already been fighting with another fringe group, they were usually looking for a way out.

“Not really, it’s just me.” Tanith replied more somberly now, still looking at her Cassian knew that this was again the truth.

“...The Rebellion could always use more fighters.” Cassian finally said it, Tanith looking up at him now, that offer always caught people’s attention - for better or worse. “I know it’s probably the last thing you want to do after all you’ve been through here, but-”

“I’ll go.” Tanith cut him off, it was an eagerness Cassian had never seen before, but he supposed since she truly seemed to have no where else to go, the Rebellion was her best chance at survival.

“Are you sure?” Cassian asked.

“I’m sure.” She nodded. “Fighting is all I really know anyway, that and stealing.”

“Well, you probably won’t have to do much of the stealing part, unless you join the Rebel Intelligence where I am, then you’ll do a lot of stealing.” Cassian said with a slight smirk.

“You do a lot of fighting too?” Tanith asked curiously.

“Yeah, when things go bad.” Cassian nodded.

“Maybe I will then, after all, those are my specialties.” Tanith grinned for the first time since Cassian had found her, and for some reason that made something in his heart flutter at the sight of it - knowing that he managed to make her smile despite everything she’s been through.

“Let’s get you home then and looked at by a doctor.” Cassian sighed.

“Home?” Tanith asked.

“Oh, uh, the base. I just call it home, I’ve been fighting with the Rebellion for a while.” Cassian explained, in truth the Rebellion was practically the only home he ever knew, and would likely be the only home he ever knew.

“Okay...let’s go home.” Tanith nodded, that slight smile still playing on her lips.

Something about the way she smiled told Cassian that he was falling into something he didn’t quite understand, something that made him want to smile back and stirred something in his gut when she looked at him like that. It wasn’t anything he’d ever felt before around anyone, and while he quite liked the feeling, he knew it could possibly be dangerous - but for once, he didn’t care about the danger, he just cared about making Tanith smile.

#rebelcaptain #therebelcaptainnetwork #rebelcaptainficrecs #my writing #rogue one #jyn erso #cassian andor

[gizkasparadise]

39- going away to war au - rebelcaptain

can be read as a follow-up to my in the spaces series, but definitely works as a standalone!

–

One, she suspects, will take a lot more convincing than the other. Which is why she decides to start with the simpler target, knowing it will help with later negotiations.

“You must be bored out of your mind, Major,” she starts over a friendly drink.

Cassian Andor gives a smile that is warm and, Leia suspects, entirely calculated. It makes him look about ten years younger, the nerfherder. “The Military Disarmament Act included spies, apparently.” 

He pours her a drink. She accepts with an equally warm smile that is equally calculated. Outside, the sounds of a cantina brawl waft up. A modest flat on Nar Shaddaa isn’t what she imagined for the retirement of one of the Rebellion’s top intelligence agents.

…though she has her suspicions on the retirement part. Leia takes a careful sip of her ale. It’s strong enough to strip wires–Nar Shaddaa. 

“I suspect you know why I’m here.” There’s no sense delaying. Of her shortlist of recruits, Cassian Andor’s name was near the top for good reason.

“You already know my answer,” Cassian says calmly. “I’m sure Poe’s told you where the reconnaissance on the First Order’s supply routes comes from.”

“He has.”

“So why don’t you ask me what you really came here to ask me?” His question isn’t hostile, only patient. Eyes still sharp and alert as they were during the war over thirty years ago.

“Sure,” she says, and this time the smile is more amused. “Tell me where to find your wife.”

–

Jyn Erso, it turns out, has been hiding in plain sight. Leia finds her in a cantina just outside the New Republic’s senatorial complex on Hosnian Prime, her fingerless gloves faceted to a cup of something Leia can smell from the door.

She’s attempting to arm wrestle a Tognath. The bizarre display, especially in a more polished establishment, has drawn itself some onlookers. Most giving well-crafted frowns of disapproval. Leia approaches the table, which earns her the same frowns.

“Twenty credits on the Tognath,” she says dryly.

Jyn looks up, and if she’s surprised she doesn’t show it. “Hardly the way to start off recruitment-” her hand gets viciously slammed to the other side of the table.

“Pay.” The Tognath extends his hand. Jyn puts a credit chip begrudgingly in it. Pleased, the tall alien takes one look at Leia and decides there’s other tables he’d rather frequent.

Jyn blows a strand of grey-brown hair out of her face, leaning back in her chair in a way that is just so Han that Leia knows she’s finding the right kind of trouble. “Well. I assume you have a pitch prepared.”

Leia helps herself to the chair across from her. Grins. “So you’ve spoken with Cassian.”

“No, I’ve just heard the rumors.” She sighs. “You asked Cassian already?”

“Yes.”

“And I’m sure he was ready to re-enlist.”

“Of course.”

Jyn sends her a look that is part begrudging, part admiration. “Smart,” she admits.

“I try.” Leia watches Jyn. After retiring from the military following the Battle of Jakku, she’d made a name for herself as an agent, and saboteur, for the New Republic Security Bureau. “You come highly recommended.”

“Mon Mothma,” she curses under her breath.

“Mon Mothma,” Leia agrees. “So do you actually want the pitch?”

Jyn stares at her for a long time. “Let me guess, something about insurmountable odds and few resources?”

“Closer to zero resources.”

“To fight an evil that’ll ruin the galaxy, one that the senate won’t acknowledge?”

“That evil, yes.”

Jyn snorts, finishing the rest of her drink. “I’m not great with the chain of command,” she warns.

“Good,” Leia says lightly. “I’ll promote you for it.”

Jyn’s eyebrows raise. Her military record was notorious during the war–incredible feats that just barely balanced out routine acts of insubordination and defying orders. Jyn Erso had retired at the Sergeant’s paygrade, despite five years with the Pathfinders, fighting on Endor, infiltrating Tayron, and serving on the frontlines of Jakku.

“Does this mean I get a medal?” Jyn doesn’t quite smirk, but it’s close. And Leia knows that she has her.

“I’ll give you one everyday, if you want.”

Jyn Erso shakes her head, lifts her empty glass up. “To more of this shit,” she toasts unceremoniously. 

Leia holds up an imaginary cup in solidarity.

–

When Jyn’s scoffed boots land on the tarmac of D’Qar, there’s someone waiting for her. It’s been three months since she’s been able to see her husband, but their reunions always feel the same. She dumps her bag on the ground and steps into his arms. 

“Here we go again,” she mutters into the soft leather of his jacket.

Behind them, young men and women in orange flightsuits do runs in a squadron. Engineers perform diagnostics on battered, ancient X-Wings that Jyn suspects were unearthed from museums. 

Cassian kisses the top of her head.

“Welcome home.”

#rebelcaptain #jyn erso #cassian andor #rogue one #star wars #fic: rebelcaptain #!my post #fanfic

[lannisterslioness]

Wild Things - One

Summary: It all started with a chance meeting and a young Jyn Erso wanting a tattoo to honor her late mother, she never thought she'd get to fall in love with the free spirited tattoo artist, Cassian Andor, who is more than used to keeping to himself.

A/N: I need to get better at writing descriptions dear god, but hey, if you are reading this than yay! This is a random AU I just thought up for these two, I wanted to write something modern for them and, well, I just got my second tattoo not to long ago! I really hope you guys like this, please let me know, I don't know how you guys will react to this yet! <3

Pairing: Rebelcaptain (Jyn x Cassian)

Words: 3,544

Rating: M

AO3: (x)

Jyn was just turned 18, and there was one thing that she knew she wanted to do as soon as possible: a tattoo. And now, rather than seeking her father’s permission, she could simply surprise him.

It was something for her mother, who’d passed away when she was still just a girl. Jyn missed her dearly each and every day, though the loss had slowly become something easier to bear.

The design was simple, a little something she’d been drawing for a few years since she’d decided on getting ink: a crystal, as her mother had been a geologist, with flowers wrapped around it. Jyn remembered how much she had loved the blooming flowers of spring, and within the crystal a small galaxy whirled for their shared love of the stars. As to where to put it, she still wasn’t sure. She’d spent ages trying to think of where it could go and hurt the least, though she knew wherever it ended up was going to sting.

She’d chose a parlor not too far from her house, somewhere she’d just stumbled upon one day while in town. The place was called Rogue One Tattoos, and she’d seen a fair share of people going out of the place with brand new tattoos that looked amazing. Today it was quiet though, so she figured not a lot of people were getting a tattoo around lunch time on a Monday - even if it was summer.

The inside of the place fit the look of most tattoo places (not that Jyn had seen many). Dark walls were covered with pictures and drawings of tattoos, small collectibles that seemed more creepy and morbid than overall decorative, really. There was no one behind the counter or anywhere in the shop when she first walked in, Jyn was worried they were closed despite their sign reading ‘open’ in bright neon.

“Hello?” Jyn called out.

“Over here.” A voice replied, so Jyn looked past the desk. She saw a man on a ladder inside the walls of a private stall carefully hanging a new picture. “I’ll be over in a minute.”

“Okay.” Jyn replied quietly. She browsed through the pictures decorating the front before she heard the man finally take a seat behind the desk. The first thing she noticed about the asian man that sat before her was that he was blind, but what amazed her was that he somehow managed to hang a picture up on the wall and climb down off a ladder with no one else to help him.

“Can I help you?” He asked, almost as though he knew she were staring, trying to figure out how he did what he did.

“Oh, uh, hi.” Jyn blurted out nervously. She couldn’t rationalize what so unnerved her---she knew she wanted a tattoo, had made the tattoo, so why did the thought of actually getting it scare her? “I wanted to see about a tattoo.”

“Well, you certainly came to the right place.” The man grinned. It was warm, and Jyn smiled . “Let me get someone who can still see, as entertaining as it would be to see a blind man try and tattoo someone.” He rose from his seat, a walking stick in hand. He didn’t use it to tap his way around, and Jyn wondered what it was for? Burglars, maybe?

She saw why: he approached a sofa towards the back of a place and prodded the man lying on it, lost in watching whatever was on the TV. There was a brief grumbling between the two before he rose and followed the other man back to the front. This man looked like someone that would work in a tattoo shop: intimidating, a seemingly permanent scowl, scars, and worn-out tattoos he must have had for ages.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Baze.” He introduced himself before gesturing to the other man. “This is Chirrut. You’re lucky you don’t have to meet Kaytoo today, or get talked into a coma by Bodhi.”

“‘Lucky’ is an understatement.” Chirrut chimed in with a grimace before taking his seat again behind the counted.

“What did you have in mind?” Baze asked her. He seemed friendlier than he looked, which put Jyn more at ease.

“This.” Jyn pulled her drawing out of her bag and handed it over to Baze, who studied it carefully before a smile crossed his face.

“Did you draw this?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Jyn admitted.

“It’s very beautiful,” he smiled, “it’s also something I think Cassian would do better than the rest of us. He comes in later today if you want to bring it by then, he can tell you when he can do it for you too.” Baze handed the drawing back to her.

“Okay, sure.” Jyn nodded.

“He’ll be in around three.” Baze added, and fell into conversation with Chirrut.

Jyn returned a little after three, and the place that had been so empty in the morning was now busy with person in every chair in the place. Chirrut was still sitting at the desk, seeming to be listening to the hustle and bustle in the place, though he still managed to notice when Jyn walked through the door without any chimes or alarms to tell him so.

“Hi, is Cassian here?” Jyn asked.

“Ah, welcome back.” Chirrut’s face lit up, recognizing her voice. “He is, I’ll go get him.”

Chirrut didn’t have to walk far before he stopped beside a young man, someone probably just a few years older than her and tattooing an owl that looked completely realistic onto some man’s leg. As Cassian paused his work to talk to Chirrut, his eyes also seemed to wander over to her right away and study her with intense curiosity. Jyn looked away quickly hoping to hide a blush. Why did such a cute guy have to tattoo her?

Chirrut came back with Cassian shortly after giving the man he was tattooing a break to sit up and walk around. Jyn tried to keep focused on the task at hand--- she came here for a tattoo and she was going to get it, even if she had to try and ignore just how attractive the damn artist was with that intense stare still locked onto her.

“Hi.” Jyn spoke up nervously, hoping she was hiding it well.

“Hi, I’m Cassian.” He held out his hand for her to shake, which she did, and couldn’t help but to notice the tattoos he had, like the tattoo of a faded forest that wrapped around his arm. “Baze said you had something for me?” He asked.

“Yeah, I do.” Jyn dug through her bag to pull her drawing out again, and handed it over to Cassian for him to look over.

His expressions were far more readable than Baze’s; as soon as he saw the drawing, something lit up in his eyes and a grin bloomed on his face.

“It’s nice.” Cassian said before looking back up at her. “Where were you thinking of getting it?”

“On the back of one of my legs.” Jyn said.

“Which side?” He questioned.

“Uhm, left side.” Jyn made a quick choice, she hadn’t thought about it much, though it didn’t really matter since it was the back of one of her legs.

“I could do it.” Cassian assured her. “It might have to be a bit bigger than your drawing to do the stars in the middle of if, but it can be done.”

“That’d be great.” Jyn genuinely smiled for the first time, and Cassian’s grew in response.

“I could do it tomorrow afternoon, I’ve got to draw this up tonight. Around noon okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Jyn nodded. “I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow then.”

“See you tomorrow.” He nodded.

When Jyn got home she felt just a bit happier, she wasn’t sure if it was because she was finally getting her tattoo, or if it was because she met a cute guy - it was probably a combination of both.

It had taken hours of Jyn sitting in a rather uncomfortable position for the tattoo to be done. Cassian had drawn it out perfectly and Jyn was trying to contain her excitement to see the finished result. He’d turned out to be good company as well, trying to keep her talking to keep her calm since it was her first tattoo and neither of them knew how she might react to the pain of it.

    “So, what does it mean?” Cassian asked her, he was finishing up the color, and Jyn was more than ready to jump out of the chair after being stuck in it for so long.

    “It’s for my mom.” Jyn said. “She passed away when I was younger, but she was a geologist. She always loved crystals.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He replied. “But hopefully if she were still around she’d like this. You’re all done.” Cassian turned off the machine and wiped down Jyn’s leg before slathering it with cream. “Want to look at it?”

“Of course!” Jyn was bubbling with excitement and sort of regretted moving as quickly as she did with the slight bit of pain reminded her of her new tattoo.

As soon as she looked into the mirror, she loved it instantly. It had turned out better than expected, and Cassian had done one hell of a job with it. It stung like a terrible sunburn, but seeing how wonderful it had turned out to be made it all worth it.

“What do you think?” Cassian asked.

“I love it.” Jyn replied instantly, a wide grin on her face. “Thank you so much.” She turned to him, trying to ignore the look he gave her, the one that studied nearly everything about her.  Jyn hugged him without much thought. She could tell it must have been a rare occurrence from how slowly and carefully he reacted.

“Sorry.” Jyn mumbled as she pulled away, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks.

“It’s okay.” He gave a slight laugh.

For some reason it crossed her mind that his laugh was one of the most pleasant sounds she ever heard.

1 Year Later

Jyn didn’t really think of herself as rebellious, but there had been many people - her father included - who thought she was more than rebellious. She’d had a fake ID for a few years now, ever since one of her friends in high school had gotten exceptionally good at making them.

Jyn used it maybe a handful of times since she’d gotten it, but something about her nineteenth birthday made her want to go have some fun. She only had a few friends to go with her, Leia who had gotten in with a fake ID of her own and her twin brother Luke, and Han who was more than happy to buy everyone drinks so they could have a good time.

Somewhere along the night Luke wandered off talking to some girl, and Han and Leia vanished after having a fight, leaving Jyn to sit all alone at the bar and trying to drink in peace ignore the drunken men hitting on her.

“Jyn?” A familiar voice called out.

Between the loud music and the even louder people in the club, Jyn thought it was Luke finally noticing that his sister was gone and was searching for her. Instead when she turned around she was greeted with a face she hadn’t seen in a long time, one that had her surprised that he still remembered her name.

“Cassian?” Jyn asked in disbelief.

He looked different from their last meeting, some scruff had started to grow in on him to form a beard, and he was dressed up to blend in with everyone else in the crowd, though his shirt was mostly unbuttoned. She could only guess that he’d been out there dancing from the slight sheen of sweat on him, and probably drinking, too, judging by the big grin on his face. People weren’t usually that happy just to see her.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” He smirked.

“I’ll have you know I’ve been thinking about another tattoo.” Jyn admitted.

“Good.” Cassian laughed, and something about it resonated with her and she remembered that she liked his laugh, that she wanted to hear more of it, but didn’t think she would. “But if I remember right, unless you’ve aged a couple of years in just one, I’m wondering how you got in here.”

“Are you gonna rat me out?” Jyn asked, for some reason it had come off far more promiscuous than intended, or at least she thought.

“No.” Cassian smirked and was the one to look away, and Jyn swore she saw him blush a bit, but from all the drinks she had it could have been her own mind tricking her. “But I do want to buy you a drink and just talk for a bit.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve turned down every guy tonight that’s offered me the very same thing, but I think I’ll make an exception for you.” Jyn replied.

Jyn never thought she'd end up in the backseat of Cassian Andor’s car just outside his house. Neither were able to their hands off each other long enough to get inside. She wanted to think it was just the alcohol that made her want his lips all over her, but in the back of her mind she knew that wasn't it: she just wanted him.

That wanting left her with her dress hiked up, her underwear lost somewhere in the car, and her heels digging into his sides while she screamed out his name and her hands tangled in his hair. Every muscle in her body ached after her second release in that backseat of the car, and it left her gasping for air.

Cassian pressed a few more light kisses to the inside of her thighs before pulling away with a broad grin, proud of how he'd unraveled her with just his tongue and fingers. Jyn pulled him to her lips, his kiss muddled with the taste of her, and something about it made Jyn want him all over again.

“Do you, uh, wanna come inside?” Cassian asked nervously. She found it odd for him to be so nervous after what they'd just done, but ultimately she found it endearing.

“I thought you'd never ask.” Jyn smirked.

He detangled himself from her awkwardly, though Jyn just smiled. She thought a guy like Cassian would be more confident in situations like these, but she liked his honest nature. Jyn sat herself back up and straightened out. Wordlessly, Cassian wrapped her in his coat from earlier that had been quickly cast aside.

When the two had finally got into the house, Jyn was surprised at how bare it felt inside. Yes, there was furniture and papers cast about intermixed with beautiful drawings, but there were no photos on the walls, only the occasional drawings pinned up that looked like Cassian was still working on them.

It shouldn't have been awkward when they made it to his bedroom, the most lived-in feeling place of the whole house with its painted walls, even more of his drawings, and his clothes cast about, but it was.

It had finally hit Jyn that this was all happening, that some of it already happened in the car. She wasn't sure what to do, and Cassian seemed just as nervous as she was.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Cassian asked, hoping to break the silence.

“No, I'm okay.” Jyn replied. How did all of this start, or, rather, how could it start again?

Jyn decided to make the first move this time. She shed his jacket, tossing it over one of his chairs and rose on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. He quickly wrapped his arms around her and kissed her just as hungrily as he had before. Jyn pulled away only for a moment to turn around.

“Help me get out of this thing.” She asked as his fingers made it right to her dress and swiftly got her out of it.

She instantly felt vulnerable and crossed her arms over her bare chest.

“It's okay.” Cassian assured her, pressing kisses to her neck from behind.

Jyn only turned in his arms after that, knowing she could keep herself slightly covered with his arms around her. She worked on getting him out out his own clothes as she unbuttoned his shirt and tugged at it to get it off him. Cassian smiled against her lips and assisted in getting himself undressed.

Immediately after his shirt was gone, his pants followed with Jyn’s help. He led them to the edge of his bed, though was Jyn barely tall enough to climb onto it herself. Cassian assisted her by scooping her up and setting her down on the mattress. He pulled away and just looked her right in the eyes, asking for permission to continue to which Jyn responded with a quick nod before Cassian climbed on top of her.

He started kissing her from just above her most sensitive point where he'd spent all his time before in the car, all the way up her stomach and chest, taking his time once he reached her neck to find all her sensitive spots. It didn't take him long to have her moaning again, and it didn't take Jyn long to notice the hardness pressed between her legs, kept at bay only by the fabric of his boxers.

Jyn reached to get her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and he bucked back a bit in surprise. He watched her for a moment, their eyes locked together while Jyn’s hands roamed over him. She eventually hooked another finger under the waistband before she started tugging them down, and Cassian had to bite his lip to keep himself from reacting to her touch.

For a brief moment, Jyn felt a rush of something brave inside her chest, though it was dashed when same lustful look appeared in Cassian's own eyes. He leaned in and kissed her so slowly and gently, it somehow felt more passionate than all of their other kisses before.

     There wasn't much thought put into what happened next; both of them were too caught up in the moment over everything. There was no grand announcement or gesture or anything to signal what happened next--it just happened, much like everything else that happened that night. In a matter of minutes Jyn was sighing out his name again; his lips were on her neck while the rest of him rocked her gently into the bed.

It was almost painful how slow he kept things at first, afraid of hurting her or being too quick. Jyn couldn't really form the words to tell him this and decided to use her body to get her message across, moving herself against him to urge him on and grinning when she finally got a moan out of him.

He understood what she wanted, then and there, and responded to her every need, even those she didn't think she had, like how she desperately wanted his eyes on her when he kissed down her chest, or how she loved how the scruff of his beard felt against her neck. And when his hand ran over her tattoo, the one he'd spent hours putting on her body, something inside of her just gave out and she lost any sense of control she might have had.

“Cassian--!” Jyn managed to gasp out, egging him on even further at the sound of his name falling from her lips. “Cass, please.” She didn't know what she was really begging for until he hit just the right spot that had her keening even louder.

“Jyn.” He mumbled against her skin and that was what sent her over the edge into another climax, she was sure this was the final one she could muster up for the night.

Her body was shook like a leaf, and she was covered in a layer of sweat, but even though she felt like sleeping for the rest of the week, Cassian still hadn't gotten his own climax.

“Cassian.” Jyn mumbled out lazily, trying to keep her thrusts in time with his despite feeling drained of all energy.

He finally seemed to reach his own end: his thrusts became sporadic and jerky until he finally groaned out her name over and over again like a prayer into her skin, releasing himself inside of her with bursts of wet heat, neither of them caring in the moment.

A few moments after his final thrusts, Cassian collapsed beside her in the bed, trying to catch his breath just as she was, only he reached out and held her close even though he was burning up.

Jyn scooted up, pressing a few featherlight kisses just under his jaw before grabbing the blankets to cover their lower halves. She didn't know when she drifted off to sleep; all she knew was that she woke up with a smile the next morning at the sight of Cassian awake and beside her, just holding her and rubbing small circles into her lower back.

#rebelcaptain #my writing #rogue one #jyn erso #cassian andor #jyn x cassian #cassian x jyn

[miaouerie]

whumptober 2020 ----- day 4. caged

@whumptober2020​ Rebelcaptain Hunger Games AU: Cassian is Jyn’s mentor in the 70th Hunger Games.

content warnings: none

previous: day 1 / 2  / 3

The Opening Ceremony comes and goes without a hitch. Cassian watches Jyn and Joule be paraded in their own chariot towards the City Center and the President’s mansion on an enormous television screen, which takes up an entire wall of the penthouse suite he’s situated in for Atticus Fenestre’s Opening Ceremony viewing soiree. President Snow didn’t waste any time in getting him booked, but at least this is his only engagement before meeting back up with the District 5 team at the Training Center.

“Kay did a wonderful job with their outfits as always, Cassian,” Atticus says in a lilting voice that had to have been surgically altered to sound like that. “Hasn’t he, darling?”

“Certainly!” his wife Seraphina exclaims. “He always seems so arrogant and dour during his interviews, but the man certainly has vision.” The rest of their gathering titters their agreement.  

“Though I must say, the stylists and Remake Center can only really do so much for the lackluster tributes,” a man with a purple coif says. “That male tribute of yours does not look like he will amount to much in the Arena. Any thoughts as to which of your tributes will fare better...?”

Cassian is saved from answering by the operator of the Capitol’s rumor mill herself, Peridot Starlight—the host of Capitol Spotlight with Starlight. She lets out a light laugh to draw attention to herself before lowering her voice. “Well, Eustis. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen the clips?” She gives them all a coy smirk. “Ah, of course you haven’t. I bought exclusive coverage rights for the Day Zero arrivals, which will be aired tomorrow on my show. But tonight, dear friends, you’ll get the Peri exclusive.”

She gestures for an Avox, and soon enough the television screen’s Opening Ceremony coverage is replaced by high-definition footage of District 5’s tribute train slowing as it arrived in the Capitol. The footage is then replayed at a slower frame rate and zoomed in, and through the train’s window Cassian can see himself holding out a hand to Jyn. The clip doesn’t have audio of course, but the audience can draw their own conclusions watching their lips move and their facial expressions before Jyn takes his hand and stands up. The Cassian in the clip looks to have his hand resting on her lower back as they wave to the crowd gathered on one side of the tracks, but Cassian knows the truth—Jyn’s smaller stature is partially obscured by the window sill, and aside from an initial light touch to direct her attention to the crowd outside only his fingertips touched the small of her back. Jyn didn’t mind, but Cassian knew what the hint of intimacy would look like to the public.

“And, and, and,” Peridot calls over the rising clamor of excitement, “I’ve got the scoop from sources on the train that things were getting a little steamy last night as well. How solicitous. Playing favorites already?”

It’s been so long since he’s played into the Capitol’s hands like this that Cassian doesn’t have to fake the nervousness in his smile; he hopes it comes across as bashful. Whether or not this works is going to depend entirely on him. "She’s intriguing. You’ll have to wait and see.”

-

After dinner Cassian takes Jyn up to the Training Center’s roof, where there’s a beautiful garden with flower beds and potted trees and the tinkling of a thousand windchimes drowns out the slight buzz of the invisible electric field around the Center. It was a place he might have called a sanctuary, though Snow kept his schedule busy enough that he hardly spent time up here. Tonight might be the only night he can talk to Jyn like this.

Although their conversation is muted they are still under surveillance, so Cassian takes Jyn’s hand and guides her to a pathway bordered with blooms. She doesn’t let go of his hand, thankfully.

Jyn makes sure to speak quietly enough that her voice doesn’t carry over the windchimes. “My father was taken away when I was eight. He was the chief engineer for district plant operations, and he wanted to research energy efficiency in Panem. To see if there was a way to eliminate power outages in the other districts. And the Capitol didn’t like that.”

She lets out a heavy exhale. “I haven’t seen him since then. My mother was angry for a long time—both of us were. But the two of us couldn’t do anything. She looked for some kind of support group, but you know the Capitol won’t let something like that exist.”

Cassian nods. The Treaty of Treason had something called the Riot Clause, which banned gatherings of people for unofficial purposes. Official purposes such as the yearly reaping and public punishments.

“But it didn’t stop her from seeking individual people out. We weren’t the only ones who had someone we loved disappear because of the Capitol. She was good at helping others that way. To let them know they weren’t alone... Eventually the Peacekeepers caught on to her. That she had been talking to a lot of people who were angry and hurting. But she had a contact who helped her disappear before the Peacekeepers could get to her. He knew people who could make it look like her death was an accident in one of the power plants.”  

They stop under the boughs of a large tree. When she turns to face Cassian her eyes are glittering—there’s moisture there, from unshed tears or passion, Cassian can’t tell. But he finds himself drawn to her words all the same. “That was almost three years ago. After my mother went into hiding that contact took me in. He taught me a lot of things… everything he could so I could be helpful to the group of people that helped my mother get away. I’ve done a lot to help their cause in District 5. They were going to help me disappear, reunite me with my mother as soon as I finished one last assignment…” Jyn’s voice turns brittle. “And then I was reaped.”  

Both of them startle at the loud sound of fireworks being set off down below; after shooting upwards they explode high above but close enough to brighten the rooftop garden, and the multi-colored display refracts off the silver of the windchimes in dazzling drops of light. Loud cheers can be heard from the streets below. When Jyn turns to look at him, Cassian can see the resolve in her eyes.

“That’s my angle. I’ve trusted you with my story. And I’m going to trust you with my life in the Arena,” she says. “I can’t let it end here. I have to get back home, I need to get back in contact with Saw and his people… I want to see my mother again.”  

“I believe you, Jyn.” Cassian says. He squeezes her hand. “You’ll have to trust that I’m going to get you out. And I will.”

He doesn’t talk about the cost, what he knows it will be. For this moment, he can pretend that all they are is just what the hidden cameras are seeing: a couple taking an evening stroll, sharing secrets in the dark, making promises to one another. Even if half that statement isn’t true.  

#whumptober2020 #no.4 #caged #rogue one #hunger games #fic #sacchi writes #rebelcaptain #cassian andor #jyn erso #the capitol is the cage #don't mind me just being loosely creative with these prompts

[one-hundred-stories-tall]

On the Long Way Down Ch. 2

Summary: Jyn Erso, a woman with super-strength, is kidnapped by a secret organization whose aim is to “neuter” the Superhuman population and thus preserve the homogeneity of the human race. She is accidentally sprung by K-2, Cassian and co. who were on a mission to rescue their friend Bodhi. Bodhi; who went missing on a mission after his cover was blown while infiltrating the facility to research the rumours of a new weapon capable of locating and neutralizing all Supers.

When the Alliance (an internationally-sanctioned organization of Supers and Non-supers) informs Jyn that they might know where her long-lost father is, Jyn is faced with a choice; whether or not to allow herself to get drawn back into a fight that she has spent most of her life running from.

Essentially a Superhero AU reimagining of Rogue One, featuring tons of Marvel references, and a great big heaping serving of rebelcaptain on top. Inspired by @rogue-stars awesome mood boards/edits on Tumblr.

Rating: T

Ao3 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Rescue Ops

A/N: First of all, apologies for how long this chapter took. Two things slowed me down: figuring out just what sort of scene should transpire in the dream-sequence and then rewriting the infiltration/rescue scene twice. I ended up cutting out most of it in the end, because at just under 6000 words this chapter was just getting too damn long. I’m going to try for a weekly posting schedule, but obviously I can only deliver so long as my muse cooperates.  

Second, a note about the usage of Spanish in this fic. I decided to utilize Spanish (because why not?) and felt that I could get away with doing so because Spain (and therefore Spanish, with all of its cultural/ethnic variations) does actually exist in this universe. So if you see that I’ve made a mistake with my Spanish, please correct me. I am not a native speaker, but I am at least capable of communicating at a conversational level. That being said, I do still make mistakes. So if you see something, feel free to let me know. You’d actually be doing me a favor!

Third, in relation to Cassian specifically, I decided to make his father American to account for the fact that “Cassian” is an Irish name, and “Andor” is a German one. Likewise, I named his sister “Sorcha” to continue with that pattern of an Irish first name. While I made his mother Mexican to account for Diego Luna’s Mexican accent and for the fact that I will have Cassian speaking Spanish at points throughout this fic, if that wasn’t already intuitive.

Anyway, thank you for your patience and thank you so much to everyone who has commented or left kudos so far! Your support keeps me going!

Recommended listening for this chapter: the X-Men: First Class soundtrack.

The pounding of a fist on the front door is enough to wake Cassian from a sound sleep; three solid thuds in rapid succession, repeating itself every few seconds would wake all but the most comatose of dreamers. Cassian had always been a light sleeper, and probably always would be. As such the six-year-old boy rubbed sleep from his eyes and sat up, casting a disoriented glance over to the crib where his sister, Sorcha, had just started to fuss at being woken so rudely. Swinging his legs over the side of his bed Cassian hopped down from the mattress, then padded quietly over to the bedroom door, opening it just a crack in order to peer through and see what was going on.

Cassian’s mother and father hurried around their small apartment frantically, stowing one item or another and speaking in rapid-fire Spanish.

Cassian’s parents had met a little over ten years prior to that night, when Cassian’s American father had traveled to Mexico for work. While there, he had fallen in love with Cassian’s mother, a native of Veracruz. They married two years later, bringing Cassian’s mother to New York, where Cassian was born. About four years after that Cassian’s sister had followed, and they’d lived in a suburb of New York ever since. Cassian’s father was away frequently on work assignments, but it only made the time he was home all the more sweet for it. His mother told him that his father’s work was important, that he was trying to change the world, so Cassian was proud even if he was sad whenever his father would kiss him goodbye.

But none of that could explain why there was someone pounding on their front door in the middle of the night…

“Cassian!” Cassian’s mother hissed. She had spotted her son up and out of bed and she quickly crossed the room to reprimand him. “Get back in bed, and close the door!”

Hearing her mother’s voice, Sorcha woke fully and started to cry, looking for attention.

“¡Ay, Dios mío! ¿Qué más puede salir mal?” Cassian’s mother whispered under her breath as she brushed past her eldest child in order to comfort her youngest. Cassian watched with inquiring eyes as his mother lifted his sister out of her crib, and began bouncing her gently in the way that she liked. Usually this was enough to quiet his sister, Sorcha preferred her mother’s comforting touch over any other. Tonight however, Cassian’s mother did not adopt the typical beatific expression of contentment and love that she normally had when she held his sister. Her expression remained tight and strained, as if she were holding something back. Nor did Sorcha immediately quiet when she found herself lifted into her mother’s arms, she continued to fuss even as her mother rocked her gently.

“Cassian.” Cassian’s father took his attention away from the sight of his mother cradling his sister. “Cassian, I need you to listen to me now.” His father said as he crouched to come to eye-level with his son.

The energy between his parents was tense, and it was starting to infect Cassian too. “What’s wrong, Papi?” The fact that his father didn’t immediately leap to reassure him made Cassian even more uneasy.

The pounding on the door sounded again and Cassian’s father snapped: “Alright, I’m coming!” before turning back to his son with a pained expression. “Cassian, no matter what happens; just know that I love you all -- you, your sister, and your mother -- very much. Do you understand that?”

Cassian nodded, tears beginning to prick the corners of his eyes, though he didn’t know why.

“Diga me, Cassito. ¿Te comprende?”

“Sí, Papi. Yo comprendo.” Cassian replied.

Cassian’s father pulled him into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Bueno.”

“Jeron…” Cassian’s mother said, her voice strained and her eyes wide with fear.

“Everything will be ok, Elena…”

With that, Cassian’s father stood, ruffling Cassian’s hair fondly, before stepping over to his wife and kissing her. Cassian still didn’t understand why, but his mother was crying now, and it was scaring him. Sorcha reached out and wrapped her little arms around her father’s neck as he pressed a kiss to her hair, then began to fuss again as he pulled away.

“Iré contigo.” His mother said, and her expression was the same one she used when she was trying to convince Cassian or Sorcha to behave, it felt like an odd look for his mother to be giving his father now, but it seemed to work.

His father sighed and nodded in defeat. “Alright, but you’ll stay up on the balcony, and if anything happens you run back inside and lock the door.”

“Stay inside with your sister.” They told him, placing Sorcha back into her crib. But the moment his parents had closed the front door, Cassian dashed from his bedroom at the back of their apartment, to the living room window in the front, where he could see his mother standing on the balcony and several strange cars in the parking lot below.

A few moments later Cassian’s father emerged and walked into view, escorted by a large man with a shaved head and a black uniform. The stranger looked like the men on the news with the big guns, the ones who said things that Cassian didn’t understand but which made his father so angry. The stranger positioned Cassian’s father in front of the cars as several other men in similar outfits stepped towards them. They all stood around a man in a white coat, who Cassian recognized as one of the men from his father’s work. Cassian wished he could hear what was going on outside, but the glass was too thick and he could just about make out their lips moving as they talked.

Suddenly, seemingly without warning, the man in the white coat pulled a gun out of his jacket, and shot Cassian’s father twice.

Cassian didn’t scream or cry or move a muscle, but he could hear his mother screaming. Cassian merely watched as the men with the guns got back in their cars and drove away, and as his mother ran down to cradle his father in her arms. The dress she was wearing stained red from the blood on the pavement.

Sorcha started crying from the other room as if sensing that something was wrong, but still Cassian didn’t move. He couldn’t, he was paralyzed to that spot and would remain that way for the next few hours, until his American grandparents came and physically lifted him away from the window.

After his family left that night, they never returned to that apartment. It wasn’t too long after that when Cassian’s mother brought them back to Mexico to live with his grandmother, far away from the tragedy and the pain.

Cassian woke with a start, his eyes flashing open and his breath coming in heaves. His clothes felt clammy with sweat and his bedsheets were tangled around his legs like restraints. He never screamed, never cried out when he had the nightmares. The few people who had seen it happen said that all he does is twitch and whimper in his sleep until he wakes with a particularly violent jerk. Cassian took their word for it, and thanked whatever deity listened to non-believers that he doesn’t cry out.

Sitting up in bed, the sheets pooling around his waist, Cassian scrubbed his hands across his face; feeling the drag of his beard against his palms, feeling the contours of the ridges of his brows and cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. These simple facts steadied him, made this reality more solid than the one he just escaped from. Finally fully awake, Cassian cast a glance around the room to survey the damage his dreams had caused this time. His nightmares might not make him scream or thrash about, but they didn’t have to; his powers did more than enough damage to make up for it. This time it was relatively light; the desk had been thrown across the room and its contents were strewn about, but the chair had apparently been thrown against the ceiling judging by the cracks in the tiles and the splintered remains across the floor.

Cassian didn’t have time to deal with it now; there was a mission scheduled to depart in an hour, one that weighed heavily upon his mind… thus the nightmares. The haunted dreams that used to come every time he closed his eyes had all-but shuddered to a halt, and now only manifested under times of stress, but that meant whenever they did occur, they were all the more violent for his loss of control.

With a weary sigh, Cassian forced himself out of bed and into the en suite bathroom, gingerly picking his way across the floor in an effort to avoid the splinters. A private bunk was about as much luxury as the Alliance could afford to give to their higher-up operatives, and Cassian relished the fact that he had a private shower after years of using the communal wash rooms.

As he cleaned himself and dressed for the day, Cassian’s mind wandered. He did not dwell on his nightmare, an old one by this point, one that he’d been psychoanalyzing for years; but rather his mind was sifting through corridors and access codes, all data that would be necessary for the success of the day’s mission. It was a rescue op mission he was tasked with leading today, and the team had been hand-selected by Senator Mothma and Director Draven to maximize the efficiency.

An Alliance operative had gone missing.

Unfortunately this was not an uncommon occurrence, such things went with the territory of espionage and special ops work. But Bodhi Rook had gone missing during an undercover mission, where he was posing as a lab-tech in a facility that was suspected as being under Sith Industries’ control. Rumor also had it that this facility was part of the project that was developing some sort of weapon to be used against the Alliance and indeed, all Superhumans. Bodhi’s mission was simply to confirm the intelligence that had been passed along, and then get out as quickly as possible. When Bodhi had missed his check-in time his mission operator got nervous, when Bodhi failed to get in contact for a full 24-hours after missing his check-in, the alarm was sounded and a rescue team was assembled.

It was now Cassian’s job to see Bodhi home safely. Though why Bodhi had been selected for that mission at all, Cassian had no idea. He was not an intelligence operative, he was a pilot. What’s more his temperament was too nervous to lie convincingly, and his powers were not ones which would have marked him as being particularly useful to this mission either. He was however, invaluable when placed behind the controls of a quinjet, and had saved countless operative’s lives with complex maneuvers that averted attention or avoided being seen at all. Most of the Alliance owed Bodhi their life from one mission or another and the list of volunteers to retrieve him had been long. Cassian’s success rate for missions had ultimately been the thing that had put him in command of the rescue op. Though he and Bodhi were not particularly close, Cassian could be counted on to do everything in his power to get Bodhi home.

Stepping out of the shower Cassian wiped down the fogged-up mirror with a towel and stared at his own reflection. His hair was getting too long again; the front hung down past his ears if he didn’t keep it swept back. His beard was in need of a trim too. It wasn’t bad enough yet that it made his appearance conspicuous (the absolute worst possible thing that his appearance could be as an intelligence agent), but anyone who looked at him would see a man twice Cassian’s actual age due to the unkempt hair and bags beneath his eyes. Fortunately, it was not his appearance that made him an effective agent. In fact, his apparent lack of vanity spoke all the more highly of how thoroughly he had dedicated himself to this fight.

Ever since he learned what it was that his father actually did for a living, Cassian had vowed to follow in Jeron Andor’s footsteps. Even more so when his own powers has manifested, and his father’s fight for acceptance and the safety of all Superhumans had become Cassian’s own. (Much to his mother and sister’s chagrin.)

At the thought of his few remaining family members, Cassian pulled on the bathroom mirror that doubled as the door to a medicine cabinet. In that small space Cassian stored his razor blade and shaving cream, as well as a stick of deodorant but more importantly, a photograph. This was one of the few personal touches to Cassian’s quarters; a small, faded, dog-eared photograph of his mother and father holding him and his sister. Cassian stared at the photograph, running his thumb across the well-worn paper, the smallest of smiles tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Esto es para ti, Papi.”

Sentimentality was not something that Cassian often afforded himself, a few photographs in his bunk and that was it. Nor could he afford much by way of human connection. Sorcha was constantly berating him to call more, to visit more, describing to him how he broke their mother’s heart for not showing up for Christmas for the second year in a row. But this work was important, the cause was important. Were it not for the Alliance, Sorcha would not be able to live and work as she did, with freedom and surrounded by a family who loved her. Everything Cassian had ever sacrificed by way of the blood shed and years spent in the service of the Alliance had been for her and other Supers like her, who simply wanted to live their lives in peace. Cassian would give anything -- had already given everything he’d been asked for – in order to see that dream achieved.

“Paging Agent Cassian Andor.” A hollow metallic voice announced from the speakers that were wired throughout the Alliance facility. “Requesting Agent Andor’s presence in the Situation Room. Repeat: requesting Agent Andor’s presence in the Situation Room for mission debriefing.”

Throwing on the first clean clothes that he came across, and the last few items he would need into a duffel bag, Cassian cast one last look around the room before switching off the light and departing.

The Alliance Situation Room was a large space filled with screens that were monitored 24/7 for activity. Some spaces were reserved for Operators, who would direct missions remotely and monitor their progress, sending evac when necessary or requesting backup when available. It was also where missions were planned and debriefed. The other members of Cassian’s team were already present when he arrived. Chirrut Îmwe stood next to his partner and husband Baze Malbus, neither of whom ever went on a mission without the other. Kay, Cassian’s typical partner on missions, was also present; standing off to the side and observing with his usual mix of attentiveness and apparent boredom. Cassian went to stand next to Kay, as they waited for Director Draven to start the debriefing.

“Right, gentlemen now that you’re all here, let’s get started.” Draven said, with his typical lack of dissembling. “In one hour you will all board a quinjet and be transported to the Alliance base closest to the target location, in this case it will be the New York Alliance headquarters about two miles southeast of the research facility. Upon arrival a van will be waiting for you with the proper documentation and uniforms to get you into the target facility. Agent Kay, you know your duties –”

Before Draven could continue Kay interrupted him. “Sync with the mainframe and extract what I can, and direct field operations from the van. What I always do, no?”

Cassian had to cough to cover his laugh as Draven merely stared at Kay blankly, unable to recognize when Kay was joking or not.

“Correct… Agent Îmwe, Agent Malbus and Agent Andor; after Agent Kay locates Rook’s cell, your job is to infiltrate the facility and make your way to sub-basement 3 were prisoners are kept. If Kay finds that there are any other Supers in captivity you have the Council’s permission to take them with you, provided that it will not jeopardize the success of the primary mission objectives. Once you retrieve Rook, return to the van, and get back to the checkpoint as quickly as possible. Minimize hostile casualties as much as you can.” This was spoken almost directly to Baze, who merely grunted his understanding if not his agreement.

“Gentlemen, it’s a simple mission on paper, but remember you are the rescue team. If anything goes wrong there is no back up, and there will be no further rescue. You were selected because you are our best, and the information that Mr. Rook has procured for us is vital for the continued success of the Alliance’s mission. Good luck out there. Dismissed.”

With that Draven turned and left the Situation Room, leaving the four men who would be embarking on the mission to stare at each other awkwardly.

Cassian had never worked with Chirrut and Baze before. But they were two of the oldest Alliance operatives still on field duty, as such they were akin to living legends. Both had turned down numerous promotions and retirement plans in order to keep going. Although nowadays, Chirrut was mainly a talent-trainer at the Alliance headquarters’ school for young Supers, and Baze was a head of the complex’s security. Both were Supers themselves, and had long and impressive lists of completed missions in their dossiers.

“Agent Malbus, Agent Îmwe, it’s an honor to finally have the chance to work with both of you.”

Chirrut grinned in an uncanny way that seemed to light up the whole room. “No need for such formalities with us, Agent Andor. Why do you think we stopped accepting promotions? All those medals were weighing me down, and making Baze clank while he walked. Frankly, it was making him a target…”

“I’m the target?” Baze sputtered in a way that suggested Chirrut’s choice of words were an intentional dig, and that this was an on-going argument that the two had been having for at least as long as they’d known each other.

“’Chirrut’ and ‘Baze’ suit us just fine.” Chirrut said, ignoring his husband.

“And yet you call Cassian, ‘Agent Andor.’” Kay said, pointing out the obvious discrepancy.

“That’s different.” Chirrut replied quickly. “He’s our superior officer...”

Kay huffed as if he didn’t quite accept that answer and Cassian found himself fighting down a smirk.

“You may call me whatever you like.” Cassian said.

“Very well, Agent Andor.” Chirrut said, still smiling.

“Right, well if all the pleasantries are out of the way, could we get a move on please?” Kay said impatiently, starting to walk towards the exit.

Cassian cast Chirrut and Baze an apologetic glance.

“Is he always like that?” Asked Baze as they began to follow Kay towards the quinjet hangar.

“Unfortunately. It’s a by-product of his genius,” Cassian replied, “he’s brilliant with computers but never really worked out how to talk to people. If he wasn’t so good at what he does, I suspect Draven would have strangled him by now…”

“And what does he do?” Chirrut asked.

A small smile tugged at the side of Cassian’s mouth and he gave a small huff of amusement. “It would be better for you to wait and find out…”

An hour later the quinjet touched down on the landing pad of the Alliance’s main headquarters in New York City, and a few minutes after that they’re crammed into the back of a van driving through Manhattan’s near-constant rush-hour traffic.

Cassian dosed while they drove, his head lolling on his shoulders. A good operative could snatch a few moments sleep anywhere, under any conditions, and a solid uninterrupted hour where Cassian had nothing better to do but twiddle his thumbs and wait was a luxury he was not often afforded. Though it was not long before the dreams came again, and Cassian jerked awake while they’re still twenty minutes away from their destination.

He considered going back to sleep, but Chirrut seemed intent on a conversation.

“You have bad dreams, Agent Andor?” The blind-man asked.

Cassian wondered how he knew. “It’s nothing. They won’t affect my performance on this mission.”

Chirrut gave one of his smiles, an enigmatic one this time. “That’s not what I asked… You seem to carry a lot of darkness and sorrow with you. It may not affect the mission today, but there is more to life than just Alliance missions.”

There isn’t for me… Cassian almost said, but bit his tongue at the last second. Chirrut inclined his head and huffed as if he’d heard it anyway, and Cassian wondered for a moment if the man was telepathic on top of everything else that was different about him.

Cassian was ready to drop the subject but it seemed that Chirrut had not exhausted himself of words just yet. “If you ever feel that you would like to talk about it, I’ve been told that I’m a good listener…” He said, finishing off with a sly grin.

Cassian could have almost laughed at the obvious joke, but he was simply too unsettled by Chirrut’s words to do anything more than offer a nod and a tight smile. Talking about his feelings was simply out of the question, with Chirrut or with anyone else. To talk about his feelings would mean he would then have to acknowledge them, and to acknowledge them would be to feel them, and to feel them would be to lose control… Bad things happened when Cassian Andor lost control.

“Leave him be.” Baze said quietly to his husband, and Cassian didn’t know which was worse: Chirrut somehow being able to read his mind, or Baze, who definitely was not telepathic, knowing that it had affected him negatively.

They remained silent for the rest of the ride, but Cassian couldn’t find sleep again after that.

The facility they were tasked with infiltrating was in the middle of a warehouse district on the west-side of Manhattan. It was the perfect kind of area to hide an illegal research facility, no one frequented the area except to collect or deposit cargo. Even then, truckers were -- generally speaking -- not curious folk; preferring to finish their job and get paid rather than wondering what was going on in that one warehouse with the heightened security.

To the credit of whatever organization was behind its existence, the facility looked identical to every other warehouse along that side of the river. A large rectangular building, with wide windows and large bay doors for loading shipments onto trucks. The only differences were the armed guards posted outside, and the addition of a smoke-stack on the roof that belched white vapour.

The intelligence they were given turned out to be good, and the passcodes they used to get through the gates were accepted, as were the fake security badges for Sith Industries that the Alliance used for deep-cover missions.

At least the rumour that this was actually a Sith Industry lab could now be confirmed.

Once past the first level of security, Kay parked them towards the back of the building. Then the four began to prepare for their mission, with Cassian and Baze slipping on a lab coats and Chirrut climbing into a hazmat suit in order to hide his sightless-eyes. Simultaneously Kay strapped himself into a chair that connected to a series of computers, and slipped on a futuristic looking helmet covered in wires.

“Is this what he does?” Chirrut asked referencing his earlier question, his ear turning towards the pile of machines inquisitorially.

“It is, but first -- Kay before you sync up, let’s make sure the comms are working.” Cassian said.

Kay sighed as if greatly inconvenienced by standard procedure. “Very well. This is Strike 4 checking in. Codename: Singularity, standing by.”

Cassian went next. “This is Strike Leader checking in. Codename: Fulcrum, standing by.”

Then Chirrut. “This is Strike 2 checking in. Codename: Daredevil, standing by.”

Then finally Baze. “This is Strike 3 checking in. Codename: the Guardian, standing by.”

Even after nearly a dozen years using them, Cassian still felt foolish having to go by a codename during missions. It seemed like something out of a comic book, but then again… He was a man with telekinetic powers surrounded by similarly super-powered individuals.

“All the comms appear to be working, Fulcrum. Do I have permission to proceed?” Kay said, giving Cassian a dour look.

Cassian simply nodded in response and Kay adjusted himself in his seat, getting into a more comfortable position.

“Strike Team this is Singularity; starting sync in ten seconds… nine… eight… seven…”

Baze leaned closer to Cassian as the countdown continued. “What is he doing?”

Cassian whispered back. “This is Kay’s talent. There’s something about the way his brain functions that allows him to synchronize with sufficiently complex computers. He’s going to be our man on the inside -- literally, since this whole facility is run through a central processor.”

“Three… two… one… zero… Sync engaged.”

Kay’s body jerked once, twice, then a third time before going limp, his eyes staring wide but unseeing as his mind was elsewhere entirely. It was in these short moments that Cassian’s heart always lodged in his throat, because if Kay didn’t give any indication that the sync had been successful it meant that he might have gotten lost in the process, or was stuck in the machine with no way of telling them how to fix it. Just the thought of losing Kay to this was enough to set Cassian’s pulse pounding. They’d been working together as partners on missions for almost six years now. It was the kind of relationship that you couldn’t replace. A bond had developed despite Kay’s ornery nature and Cassian’s defensiveness. Kay was one of Cassian’s few weak spots, and even the use of Kay’s powers threatened it.

“Sync successful. Strike Team do you copy?” came Kay’s voice over the comms, though his lips did not move and Cassian breathed a sigh of relief, unclenching the fist he had not realized he’d made.  

“That’s wonderful!” Baze exclaimed, clapping his hands together once, clearly impressed.

Chirrut however, still looked confused. “I don’t…”

“I have moved my consciousness from within my own body into the digital mainframe of these computer processors. So long as Cassian can find a port to patch me into the facility’s computer systems, I should be able to explore the facility ahead of you to locate Bodhi Rook and then aid in your escape. I might also be able to see what it is that the Sith have been devising in those laboratories if we get very lucky. But chances of that occurring are less than 20%.”

“Incredible.” Chirrut said, simply.

“Thank you.” Kay replied. “Now I suggest you get a move on. The longer we dally here, the longer Bodhi is in unfriendly hands. Do not worry about me, I can still drive the truck in this state.” As if to illustrate this fact, Kay turned the engine over and revved it a few times.

It was enough of a warning to get the team out of the truck and on their way into the building. Being a Saturday very few employees were around, mostly just guards, and once they got past the front door no one really asked questions about their presence. The most frustrating thing was that it took Cassian a while to find a suitable terminal from which to patch Kay into the system, but eventually Cassian did find a suitable computer and quickly attached a small blue-tooth capable device that Kay could connect to from the van.

“Took you long enough.” Kay grumbled over the comms. The lights in the room flickered once as Kay found his way inside, and they waited for his instructions, trying their best to look like a group of scientists taking a break. “Scanning data banks for target’s location now…” Came Kay’s voice, though his next words struck a chord of fear into Cassian’s heart. “Singularity to Strike Team… Something is wrong.”

“Kay?” Cassian said gripping his comm link, and dropping his partner’s codename in alarm. “What’s happened? What’s going on? Get out of there!”

“No, I’m fine. But mission-target appears to no longer be in this facility…”

That was not good news, it meant that Bodhi could be literally anywhere by this point. Cassian and Baze shared a look.

“What do you mean?” Cassian asked, in hopes that Kay would clarify his point to give them better news.

“According to facility data records, there was a raid not three days ago… Several Supers being held here were all taken by the infiltrators at the time. Our mission’s primary target was among those taken.”

“Taken by who?” Cassian snapped. “What infiltrators? Alliance operatives?”

“No, not the Alliance. Judging by the security footage they appear to have been members of Saw Gerrera’s Partisans.”

Cassian swore. Saw Gerrera was not friendly with the Alliance, having broken with them years ago over the debate surrounding Supers’ role in the world. The Alliance believed in cooperation and mutual protection, Saw believed that the only way for Supers to survive in the world was for them to separate themselves from the rest of it, and guard themselves against outside interference. He was a radical, and according to his dossier: highly dangerous and volatile, apparently content to be at war with the whole world. Saw spent most of his time defending and building up an island along the mid-Atlantic ridge that he had claimed as his own, citing it as ‘new land for new humans.’ It was hard to say whether Bodhi was better off with the Sith, or with Saw; who would inevitably see the pilot as a traitor to their kind for being part of the Alliance.

“So this whole mission has been for nothing?” Baze asked.

“Not for nothing.” Cassian said, “Strike team to Singularity; are there any other targets suitable for extraction on the premises?”

A pause. “Affirmative. Three secondary targets located in the western corridor of level three.”

“Then if nothing else, we’ll get them out.” Cassian said.

“Fulcrum, wait, there is another -- but this can’t be right…”

“What is it?”

“The records show that one of their operative teams has brought in Jyn Erso…” When no indication that the significance of this individual was understood, Kay elaborated. “The daughter of Galen Erso?”

Chirrut made a soft noise, like he had been struck. But when Baze turned a concerned eye on him, Chirrut waved him off dismissively. “I’m alright.” He said. “It’s nothing.”

“What is she doing here?” Cassian asked Kay a bit redundantly.

“I would imagine the same as everyone else, Alliance records state that she is a Super, as was her mother… Shall she be included in the rescue mission too? She’s being held at the opposite end of the facility.”

That posed some difficulty, this mission would require speed as much as stealth. They likely wouldn’t have time to sweep the whole facility, and then get back to the van without reinforcements arriving. As it was, they were going to risk engaging with the facility’s security teams to get the prisoners out. But Cassian knew the Alliance would want Jyn Erso brought in, though the idea of leaving the other prisoners behind didn’t sit well with him either.

Once more Chirrut reacted in a way that Cassian did not fully understand. “We are not leaving her here.” He insisted, and it was the determination on his face that convinced Cassian as much as anything else.

After a moment’s pause to consider his options, Cassian spoke once more into the comm, “Strike team to Singularity; can the prisoner, Jyn Erso, walk without assistance?”

“Security footage shows that she has not been injured in any significant way, so it is not unreasonable to assume that she is able to walk under her own power.” Kay replied.

“Then lead her out of here, Kay. Baze, Chirrut and I will get the others. Have her rendezvous with us back at the truck.”

Cassian thought he heard a sigh. “Very well. I will need to cut power to the building in order for us to free the prisoners.” Kay seemed to hesitate. “They are wearing shock collars…”

The reactions of the team to this information was varied; Baze swore, Chirrut offered up a prayer, Cassian said nothing for several moments before closing his eyes and taking a steadying breath.

“Shut it down.” Cassian growled, tension visible in every line of his body. This wasn’t the first time he had come across examples of Sith Industries treating Supers like animals, but it didn’t make Cassian any less angry for all that it wasn’t the first. “Do whatever you have to do to disable the collars, we’ll take care of the rest.” Only the most advanced of security measures could stand up to the force of Cassian’s telekinetic abilities, part of the reason why he’d been selected for this mission, and a fact he intended to make use of with relish.

“Understood.” Kay replied, at which point the comm link went dead, as Kay devoted his energies towards manipulating the security systems to begin the extraction process.

Chirrut was once more regarding Cassian without actually looking at him, and this time Cassian didn’t care if Chirrut could feel his anger. Let him, there was no shame in this kind of outrage. It wasn’t the kind that would make him lose control, in fact, this moral indignation would lend a level of focus that Cassian would only benefit from.

“Leave the disguises, they won’t be of any use to us once the lights go out.” Cassian said to the others, shucking off his own lab-coat. “But keep the badges with you, they might still come in handy. Here’s what we’re doing,” Cassian stepped closer to the other two men to outline their plan, “We head down to the sub-basement fast and quiet. We silence any guards that we encounter, as they will only raise the alarm on us and call in reinforcements.”

Baze looked particularly pleased by this development.

“We get the prisoners out, and then get back to the van as quickly as possible. Understood?”

“What about Jyn Erso?” Chirrut asked.

“Trust me, Kay can handle it. Almost every piece of equipment in this facility is tied into a computer in some way, Kay has control over all of it. He can get her out much more easily than we would be able to.”

This answer seemed to satisfy Chirrut as he inclined his head and relaxed.

“Just focus on what we’re doing.” Cassian advised. “Getting out of here won’t be easy, so stay close. If someone gets left behind we’re leaving without them.”

Both Baze and Chirrut nodded at this, though something about the way they stood told Cassian that neither would leave the other under any circumstance.  

At that same moment the facility plunged into darkness, followed by the cries of alarm from several members of staff on the floor. “That’s our cue.” Cassian said, glancing around. It wouldn’t be long before they encountered their first hostile, they needed to get moving.

“May the Force be with us.” Chirrut said.

A/N: So the one plus side to the editing process for this chapter taking so long is that it means that chapter 3 is already drafted. So once it’s edited I will put it right up.

A note about Saw Gerrera’s island: I’ve specifically modelled Saw Gerrera in this fic after Magneto from the X-Men. (Although I’ve forgone the extremist-villain trope, in favour of one that more closely resembles Saw’s role in the Star Wars Universe.) In one of the many plot lines involving the X-men, Magneto gets mixed up ruling an island nation called Genosha. So I’ve created a similar island nation along the mid-Atlantic ridge (similar to Iceland) where Saw could start his super-human colony. As such, it is an island entirely of my own design, and a complete work of fiction.

Just one last reminder, seeing kudos and reading comments really does keep me motivated for writing this fic. Even something as simple as “Liked it!” or “Can’t wait to see what happens next!” is just as motivational as a longer comment. So please remember to feed your poor fic writer!

Next up: Jyn gets rescued, but is not happy about it.

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Pleasure With The Pain - Two

A/N: Since so many people seemed to really like the first chapter of this fic, it was certainly fuel to get me back to writing it! Hopefully you guys will like this chapter, it sort of goes deeper into the bond Jyn & Cassian are now sharing and just how strong it can be, more exciting stuff will probably be in the next chapter! <3

Pairing: Rebelcaptain (Jyn x Cassian) 

Rating: M

Words: 2,089

AO3: (x)

    Jyn had spent most of the time of her guiding Cassian through the city to think up how to tell him that she was Jyn Erso, she hoped that he wasn’t sent to kill her, that would only make things more than a bit awkward between them. They were just about to exit the city, she figured she’d tell him when they were away from everyone and everything, not to mention away from easy access to weapons, but it seemed Cassian had other plans. He grabbed her wrist and tugged be into one of the alley ways away from prying eyes, pressed her up against the wall, and Jyn could feel his agitation seeping through their bond.

    “What are you hiding?” He asked with a hiss, his eyes searching hers, looking for the lie that she now had to confess to, it was so much easier to hide things from him when he wasn’t in her life.

    “Look, let’s just get out of the city and I’ll tell you.” Jyn sighed, pushing him off of her and peaking out of the alley, making sure no one was watching them.

    “No, you tell me here, I know you’re hiding something, I can feel it.” Cassian insisted, and with where his hand was on his hip, Jyn knew he had a blaster on him, he’d hidden it pretty well too.

    “Kriff, alright, look.” Jyn looked him right in the eyes so he could know she was telling him the truth. “My name isn’t Tanith, it’s Jyn. I’m Jyn Erso.”

    “You’re Jyn?” Cassian asked, disbelief written on his face even though Jyn knew he could tell she wasn’t lying.

    “Surprise.” Jyn mumbled. “Look, I don’t know who you are or why you came here looking for me, but if it’s to kill me then good luck, you’re in for a lifetime of pain now if you do that.”

    Right now the only thing potentially protecting her was the fact of that she was his soulmate, if he killed her he’d be nothing more than the shell of a man, like what her father had turned into when her mother died. She tried to gauge his reaction, how he would react now, but she felt nothing from him, and for a moment she was worried, until his hand fell away from his blaster, then she was able to finally let out a sigh of relief.

    “I didn’t come here to kill you.” Cassian finally spoke after their tension filled silence. “I came here to find you, because you know Saw Gerrera. There’s really no use in lying to you, so, I’m with the Rebellion. They heard that your father sent Saw Gerrera a message, and that you could lead us to him. There are rumors that he knows about the weapon the Empire has built.”

    “He sent a message to me.” Jyn replied, she was putting her guard up, she didn’t want him to feel the pain that she felt whenever anyone talked about her father. He didn’t need to know that she had a weakness like that, soulmate or not, no one needed to know that. “It wasn’t anything useful, I’ll take you to see it if you want.”

    “Anything would be useful at this point.” Cassian sighed.

    “Alright, but do us both a favor, when we go to Saw’s try to keep your head down, I don’t need people knowing who you are. If anyone asks, you're just an old friend of mine.” Jyn explained.

    Getting into the place wasn’t that bad, yes, they’d given Jyn some gruff for bringing a stranger back with her, but she managed to convince them that he was mostly harmless - Cassian being able to hide his blaster only making things easier. Saw was kept busy with some captive that they’d taken in the city, someone who supposedly knew something important about the Empire and quite frankly, it was none of Jyn’s concern at the moment. All she was focused on was getting Cassian to her room, where no one would be watching their every move and would probably dismiss him as nothing more than just someone to keep her bed warm at the moment.

    Once the door closed behind her to her room, Jyn let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, letting her muscles relax, and Cassian clearly feeling her relief as he seemed to relax finally as well. Jyn started tossing some of her things aside, peeling off a few layers before finally getting to her tunic, Cassian following suit. It was eerie, Jyn thought, that they were in sync already - two people who had just met, supposedly bound to spend the rest of their lives together, and somehow after knowing each other for about an hour, they were in sync with one another.

    “What?” Cassian asked, Jyn realizing that she’d probably stared at him for far too long.

    “Nothing, it’s just...weird.” Jyn mumbled, shaking her head and trying to focus on finding where she his the damned holo.

    “What do you mean?” Cassian asked, this time curiosity clear in his tone, and for that Jyn was relieved that he couldn’t pick up on the almost angry part of her she was trying to bury deep within herself about meeting her soulmate.

    “I never really thought I’d meet you.” Jyn tried to cover it up, she knew soulmates were naturally drawn towards one another, that their whole lives led up to the one moment where they’d meet and then never to be parted again. “Honestly, I thought I’d die before I met you.”

    “I can tell, you certainly like to fight enough. I’ve got the scars from you still to prove it.” Cassian smirked, unconsciously running his hand over the newer scar on the palm of his left hand, the same one Jyn cut a few days ago and they now both had the scar for.

    “Yeah, sorry about those.” Jyn dismissed it casually. “But you know, for a Rebel, you don’t get hurt all that often. It sort of makes me wonder if you’re really a Rebel at all.”

    “I’m a spy for the Rebellion. I do the things that no one else wants to do, if I don’t blend in and do my job well I won’t get hurt, I’ll get killed.” Cassian explained.

    “You must be a pretty good spy then, you’ve lived this long.” Jyn replied, digging through her drawers until she finally found the chip. “Here.” She tossed it to him, he was barely paying attention to it, looking around her room, and still managed to catch it. “You can plug it in over there.”

    Cassian did so silently, the holo humming to life, and just before Galen could even start speaking in the video, Cassian stopped it.

    “It's encrypted.” He announced.

    “What?” Jyn asked, looking over at the holo now curiously.

    “Right at the beginning, there's a little glitch when he comes up, there's a message underneath this one, I've seen it before.” Cassian stated. “I'll need to get this back to Kay on the ship.”

    “I'm sorry, who's Kay?” Jyn asked, she was sure she never heard him mention the name yet.

    “He's my droid.” Cassian mumbled. “He's waiting back on my ship on the other side of the city, he was there in case things went wrong; and something tells me your friends out there won't believe I'm harmless if I have my reprogrammed Imperial droid fly the ship over here.”

    “No, not likely.” Jyn said with a sigh. “We can't head back out that way either, curfew in the city will start soon, they'll have a close eye on everything around it too. Not to mention everyone else that's out there at night, your droid is safer right where he is until tomorrow, and so are we.”

     For a moment, Jyn could see a glimpse of Cassian trying to think up a solution, but failing to do so, he grumbled a bit before grabbing a communicator out of his bag.

    “Kay, are you there?” Cassian called out.

    A moment passed before the communicator responded with a little static before a voice came through.

    “Yes, I'm here. Did you find her? It's getting quite boring in this ship.” The droid like voice replied, through Jyn noticed the droids tone was almost human like, it had personality almost, a definite indicator of a reprogrammed droid.

    “I did, but I'm stuck on the other side of the city for the night, with the curfew going up and the people here, it'd be best if you stayed there for the night.” Cassian replied.

    “Wonderful.” The droid replied dryly. “I'll go into low power mode then, there's nothing better to do.”

    “I'll call you in the morning.” Cassian said before cutting it off, shoving the device back in his bag.

    “Personality on that one.” Jyn remarked.

    “He says whatever comes to his circuits.” Cassian shrugged. “Where do you want me to stay?”

    “Here is best, if I kick you out there, they'll kick you out of the place.” Jyn remarked, a part of her almost wincing at the thought of him leaving her side now.

    “Alright.” Cassian nodded.

    “I'm gonna go to the fresher, I'll be back.” Jyn grabbed some of her things before making her way for the door, hoping a few minutes of distance would make it easier for her to push the thought of being away from him aside.

    Right as she reached the door, she felt his hand take her free one and stop her in her tracks, relief washing over her though she didn't want it. It only reinforced the reality to her that she met her soulmate, he was here, and he was the only person in the galaxy who truly understood how she felt without having to say a word. Her one allowance of selfishness had of course backfired on her now, she didn't want to ever meet him and now there was no turning back - he held so much influence over her now that it was unbearable, the thought of that one person could make her feel so safe with just a touch made her feel weak at the thought of letting go. But Jyn did pull away, a jolt of sudden loss coursing through her before she rushed out the door and put a good amount of distance between her and Cassian, almost afraid to go back to her room after all was said and done.

    When Jyn returned, Cassian was sitting on her bed cleaning his blaster, snapping it all back together once Jyn started heading towards him. He put the blaster aside on the other table across the room, sitting back down on the bed and fidgeting a bit; Jyn could feel something like nervousness coming from him.

    “We should get some rest, it's a long trek out to the other side of Jedha city.” Jyn said.

    “Yeah.” Cassian nodded, though he didn't move an inch, his nerves spiking and Jyn feeling a little nervous herself now.

    It was just sleeping beside someone in the same bed, but somehow it seemed terrifying. She'd been intimately close with someone once a few years ago and it wasn't the best, but it was something. From what she could remember, Cassian had been far more adventurous in his encounters with others, sometimes making it more than difficult for her to sleep or focus on her missions; he shouldn't have been nervous to just share a bed with her, but she supposed things were different - she wasn't a random stranger, she was his soulmate.

    Jyn got in bed first, getting under the covers before scooting aside a bit, hoping Cassian would join. When he didn't, Jyn reached over and grabbed his hand, all of their nerves washing away and Cassian finally relenting and getting under the covers himself after kicking his boots aside. Their hands finally parted once he was comfortable, but Jyn couldn't resist the urge to seek out contact with his skin again, her hands reaching out for his arms before he pulled her close to his chest and held her there, giving her a light kiss to the top of her head.

   It didn't take long for Jyn to fall asleep, completely comfortable for the first time in her life, listening to Cassian’s strong and steady heartbeat, their arms around one another and their legs intertwined. It was the best sleep Jyn had gotten in years, and somehow she could tell the same went for Cassian.

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Wild Things - Three

A/N: I have no shame. On another note, I think I might end this at chapter five! Hope you guys enjoy this shameless smutty update!

Pairing: Rebelcaptain (Jyn x Cassian) 

Rating: E

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    Another year come and gone, and now along with another tattoo on Jyn’s thigh of beautiful and intricate flowers that Cassian had drawn out himself, a small diamond ring sat on her ring finger. Jyn was beyond surprised when Cassian had proposed - she hadn’t expected it in the least, much less on her quiet birthday where they spent the day together watching movies on their sofa when he pulls a ring out of nowhere for her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and Jyn couldn’t imagine now spending the rest of her life without him; it was almost hard to believe sometimes that if she hadn’t met Cassian years ago on the whim of getting a tattoo that she wouldn’t be here now, lying half naked in the bed they shared with a ring on her finger and running her hands through his hair that was getting just a bit too long again and was in need of a haircut.

    Cassian’s eyes fluttered open under her gentle touch, his lips pressing gentle kisses to the palm of her hand when she pulled away from his hair. He pulled her closer to him, his hands easily slipping under the unbuttoned flannel shirt of his she had borrowed last night and fell asleep with in bed. A faint smile played on his lips before he leaned in and stole a kiss from her lips quickly before pulling away, his gaze studying her.

    “What?” Jyn asked curiously, it had been a few years and they were engaged, but she still felt self conscious underneath his gaze from time to time.

    “Nothing, it's just surprising sometimes still to wake up and have you here.” Cassian mumbled, his fingers digging into her side just a bit.

    “I'm not going anywhere.” Jyn assured him; It was something they both had to assure the other of from time to time, Jyn with losing her mother and Cassian having lost both of his parents.

    Cassian gave a slight nod, his gaze flickering over her form one more time before untangling himself from her, getting up out of bed for the day, he had an early day compared to most days. Jyn reached out as a last minute effort to get Cassian to stay for a few more minutes, he laughed as he got out of bed, pressing a kiss to her forehead before headed out of the room. She wanted to lay there for a minute in protest, curl up in the warmth he left behind and go back to sleep, but she didn't. Instead Jyn got herself out of bed, not bothering to do anything other than button her flannel shirt a bit before walking out into the kitchen where Cassian was making coffee and would undoubtably start making breakfast, attempting to teach her more about cooking along the way.

    “I'm a hopeless student you know.” Jyn smirked as Cassian gave her a cup of coffee once it was ready. “You'd have better luck teaching me how to tattoo someone than cooking.”

    “That's because you're scared of cooking.” Cassian replied.

    “Am not.” Jyn said with a pout.

    “Yes, you are.” Cassian laughed. “Last week you were scared to death of getting burned while cooking bacon.”

    “I did get burned!” Jyn countered.

    “That's just a part of cooking you have to accept, sometimes you'll get burned.” Cassian smirked.

    “I still don’t like it.” Jyn mumbled under her breath, yet Cassian caught it and couldn’t help but smirk at the comment.

    “Well, thankfully for you, you don’t have to like it, I like it enough for the both of us.” Cassian countered.

    Jyn couldn’t resist it much longer, walking around their breakfast bar and closing the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and getting up on her tiptoes for a kiss. Cassian was trying to make it something quick, but one well placed moan from Jyn was enough to make him lean into the kiss even more. His hands traveled down her body until they traveled to her ass, giving it a quick squeeze before, in one swift motion, he scooped her up and set her on the counter. Jyn squeaked a bit into their kiss, but never let their lips part, wrapping her legs around his waist and letting his tongue explore her mouth a bit as she deepened their kiss.

    She could have stopped there if she wanted, she knew the things that turned Cassian on, and she could have full well ignored them and gotten on with the rest of their day. Instead, she felt just the tiniest bit selfish, and well, they didn’t get to spend time together last night between Jyn staying up late studying and Cassian having to stay late at the shop.

    “Got a minute?” Jyn asked, breathlessly, a grin plastered on her face as she parted from Cassian.

    “For you, I’ve got all day.” Cassian replied, his eyes darker than they had been before their exchange.

    “Let’s take this back to the bedroom then.” Jyn tried to wiggle her way off the counter, but Cassian’s grip was firm on her hips and holding her in place on the counter.

    “Or we could stay here for a minute?” He asked, he knew what he wanted, but at the same time from his question, Jyn could tell he was somewhat unsure about asking it.

    “If you want.” Jyn replied, leaning in to kiss him again.

    They kissed again for only a few moments before Cassian’s lips began to wander, traveling down her neck and hitting all the right spots to make her moan. He kept trailing down and down until the buttons on the flannel restricted where his lips could travel, causing him to pull away and look up at Jyn for approval of what he was about to do. Instead of giving it to him, Jyn reached up and started undoing the buttons herself, a proud smile on her lips as she watched Cassian’s expression shift from playfulness to pure lust by the time she got all of her buttons undone. Cassian resumed his quest, this time his kisses a bit more fervent, his scruff leaving behind red marks on her soft skin as he kissed down her chest. Satisfied with that, he brushed aside the flannel shirt a bit and went to paying attention to her breasts. His mouth was on one while his hand had it’s way with the other, nothing but a long string of moans falling from Jyn’s lips as she squeezed her legs tighter around his waist.

    Somehow, he got her to lean back some, Jyn hearing pieces of their mail fall to the floor as she pushed them aside while she leaned back. Once he’d completed his mission at her chest, his lips started traveling down further again, kissing her stomach, his hands gently resting on her hips, and him stopping right as he reached the band of her underwear.

    “No way, you’re still wearing more clothes than me.” Jyn smirked, sitting up and pulling Cassian away to start tugging at the hem of his shirt.

    Cassian complied, a bit reluctant to actually pull away from Jyn but doing what she asked nevertheless. Once his shirt was off and tossed to the side, he went back to kissing her abdomen, Jyn leaning back again for him while her nails dug into his shoulder blades.

    “I think the rest of this calls for the bed.” Jyn announced. “I think I’ve got the electric bill stuck to my ass right now, and it’s not very sexy.”

    At that remark, Cassian had to pull away from her laughing. “Alright, I think you’re right.” He smirked and took a step back while Jyn’s legs fell away from him, his hand resting on her tattoo on her thigh briefly before pulling away and letting Jyn sit up and scoot to the edge of the bar. With that, Cassian picked her up and set her back down on the floor gently, his hands already missing contact with her soft and warm skin.

    “Come on.” Jyn grabbed his hand, leading him back to the bedroom.

    Cassian followed without a word, he was already relishing the thought of pressing kisses to the inside of her thighs and biting at the sensitive spots, leaving his marks on her and hearing her moans. Jyn seemed to have other plans in mind however, as she was the one to guide him to the bed, when the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed, Jyn gave him a slight push to make him sit down. He didn’t fight it, sitting down and being able to look up at her somewhat was a rare occasion, and seconds later her lips were on his as she crawled into his lap, creating just a slight bit of friction that was enough to get him to moan a bit though he tried to hide it.

    “Mmm, if you want me to keep going, you’re not holding anything back.” Jyn pulled away and said, her voice a bit husky and god, when she was like that Cassian would do whatever the hell she wanted him to do.

    Jyn let her kisses start to wander a bit before she got up from his lap and left Cassian a little more than confused. She reached out and put his hands on her hips and started tugging her underwear down where Cassian quickly caught onto what she wanted him to do. After that, she climbed right back into his lap, biting at his neck to leave her own marks and get the moans she wanted out of him, each time he gave her what she wanted, she gave him the friction that he wanted, only his boxers separating them. Cassian kissed down her neck, trying to nudge the flannel shirt off of her shoulders, but Jyn pulled away with a pout, clearly wanting to keep it on and who was he to deny her that?

     Jyn’s hands eventually fell from his shoulders and drifted down to the waistband of his boxers, tugging at them and wanting them gone. Cassian obliged, helping her get them off of him, nothing being left between them anymore.

    “Jyn, I should - “

    “It’s fine.” Jyn mumbled against his lips, he wasn’t sure if she was really thinking clearly, he knew he sure as hell wasn’t.

    He wasn’t exactly sure they were ready for the chance of children, especially since they were just starting their life together, and he had the full intention to protest, but she moved her hips just the right way against him and all of his clarity vanished. His hands dug into her hips and Jyn could tell he was ready to go ahead and take control, but she wasn’t exactly ready to hand it over to him just yet. Instead, feeling that he was more than ready to go, Jyn took control and guided him inside her with one swift motion, both of them letting out a moan at the feeling.

    Jyn had complete control at the moment, taking things slow at first, she could tell it was painfully slow for Cassia, as he kept trying to speed things up, but she kept going her own pace with a grin playing on her lips underneath their kiss. Her lips traveling down his jawline, the scruff of his beard scratching against her lips until she reached just the right spot under his jaw that had him letting out a long and deep moan that turned Jyn on more than she cared to admit. She was trying her best to keep her own pace, but as soon as she got Cassian moaning, his thrusts became even more needy than before and Jyn couldn’t help but give in, letting him pick up the pace for them.  She got a sound out of him that almost sounded ferral, and then in one swift motion, he parted from her and flipped her down onto the mattress, climbing on top of her.

    “You’re terrible.” Jyn laughed. “You can’t let me have fun for even a minute.”

    “You’re idea of fun and my idea of fun are very different.” Cassian said, a bit breathless as Jyn welcomed the feeling of having him back inside of her with a moan. “You’re fun is torture for me.”

    “That’s nothing compared to what I could do.” She mused, her nails digging into his back.

     “I’m pretty sure now that you’re the terrible one.” Cassian replied, his breath hot against her neck as he started peppering her neck with kiss, one hand on her waist to hold her in place while his other hand traveled up her body.

    Jyn wrapped her legs rightly around Cassian’s waist now to keep in time with him, matching each thrust for thrust and enjoying every second of it. She liked his lips on her, the way he’d bit down at certain places that made her moan just a bit louder, or the way his scruff would leave slight red marks against her skin, or his rough hands scratching against her skin that gave her that extra bit of pleasure. After Cassian took control and got his way, it didn’t take long for him to bring her right to the edge, she could have let go if she wanted, but she wanted to try something just a bit different and held out.

    “You first.” Jyn’s voice was barely above a whisper, her body drained of almost all her energy though she kept going, the sweat making her bangs cling to her forehead and make the shirt she wanted to keep on just a tad bit uncomfortable.

    He wanted to insist that she go first, as always, because he seemed to have it stuck in his mind that Jyn always had to be the first one to hit their orgasm between the two of them, but Jyn just wanted to watch him let go first. Thrusting up against him in just the right was seemed to be more than enough to do the trick, and without a word of protest, Cassian let himself be the first to reach their peak. Jyn kept up the thrusts between them for a moment to help him ride it out, and she soon followed him with her own orgasm, moaning out his name like a prayer and perhaps digging her nails into him just a bit too much. Cassian eventually pulled out of her as soon as he’d spent himself completely, laying down on the bed beside her. Despite them both being sweaty messes, Jyn curled herself up around him and rested her head on his chest, Cassian draping an arm around her waist to hold her there in place.

    “I’m hungry.” Jyn finally mumbled out after a few moments of silence between them.

    “Well, I was trying to make breakfast before someone got handsy.” Cassian laughed.

     “You still can make breakfast.” Jyn insisted, pressing a few light kisses to his chest.  

   "I was right, you are terrible." Cassian smirked, pressing a kiss to the top of her forehead. 

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