#jyn and cassian fic

[happydragon]

Everyone look at this amazing art by @jojobaaaa !!! This was made alongside my Prequel Big Bang Fic for @swprequels-big-bang !!

Many thanks to jojobaaa for the amazing art, @prowlingthunder for beating my fic, and @yeehawgeek for hosting this event!!!

[dilf-din]

We’ve Been Lonely Too Long

A rebelcaptain fix it fic for @andorerso ‘s event

Day 2: how they confess feelings

WC: 2600

Warnings/tags: descriptions of ptsd, hurt/comfort, little spoon Cassian

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That day would always be hazy in Jyn’s memory. Like the ringing in your ears after a bomb goes off, swallowing up your senses and replacing them with chaos. Haunted by the all too near echoes of the metallic clash of blaster fire on armor, of agonized cries and waves crashing. When she breathed deep, she could still detect traces of burnt flesh and salt air. Her tongue tasted faintly of blood mixed with the sea, like a coastal gust had settled in the deep part of her throat. If she opened her mouth to scream, she was certain it wouldn’t be her voice that came out, but the winds of Scarif.

The exposed bits of her forearms were still dotted with sand, stuck on with a combination of blood, sweat, and grime. A familiar second skin that she couldn’t bear the thought of being rid of just yet.

She tried to recall the comrades that she led into certain death, but something kept her from the agony of seeing their lifeless eyes on repeat. Instead it’s all covered in the bright green beam of the Death Star, slowly draining her memories of any other color.

Shock is too weak a word for what she was feeling, too mild for the survivor’s guilt that was already tying itself into a noose that would haunt her dreams for the rest of her days.

The debriefs and meetings she was whisked away into the second they touched ground on Yavin were equally hazy. No time to grieve. No time to process.

That wasn’t fair, though. Not really. Because she had been sitting on her freshly made bed in her newly assigned quarters for almost an hour, and she hadn’t moved a muscle, hadn’t attempted to unpack any of the loss circling her chest like a whirlpool. She was afraid if she dipped a toe in, she would get pulled out of herself completely, disconnected from the fraying tether fighting like hell to keep her mind and body together as one fragile piece.

There was still blood on her hands, her cheeks, streaked through her hair. Some hers, some Cassian’s.

Cassian.

There was so much Jyn wanted to say to him. So much that had already been imparted through glances and touches. They had come to terms with death, wound tightly around each other, before they were ripped away from another collapsing horizon on the last rebel ship skating the beach in hopes of any survivors.

She didn’t feel like a survivor. She felt like a ghost, hollowed of the things that made her who she was. Maybe in time, that emptiness could be filled with other things, other people, a new hope, but for now, she decided to air out the wound.

Tears sprang to her eyes, and she let out a gasping sob that shook her shoulders. Jyn didn’t try to stifle the noise. She wailed for all that she had lost. The myth of her father, the giant that was Saw, bright eyed Bodhi. For so long she had kept herself from crumbling, but when the foundation is ripped from your feet, what other choice do you have?

When the watershed had slowed to a trickle, Jyn drew in shaky breaths to try to steady herself once more. Allowing herself one good cry would have to suffice for now. Stars, it was late. Her head was beginning to throb along with everything else.

She had just about mustered the courage to rise and wash herself when there was a knock at her door, no louder than a whisper. For a moment she thought she imagined it. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and loosened her blood crusted bangs from the wetness of her cheeks before taking a few unsteady steps towards the door.

Cassian stood on the other side, freshly showered, though his eyes betrayed him. They would forever be colored by what they lost that day. He opened his mouth as if to speak, inhaling a breath that hitched in his throat.

Jyn couldn’t find the words either, settled instead for reaching for his forearm and sliding her hand down to his own, which he took quickly. She gently led him through the threshold of the door as it slid closed behind him, safely encasing them in the walls of her room.

“I was just about to wash up,” she explained awkwardly, finally breaking the heavy silence like a safely chosen small stone dropped into the surface of the water.

“I don’t care,” he said like a dam breaking, pulling her into his embrace and tangling his hands in her grimy hair. Jyn clung tightly to him, clawing at the surface of his shirt and inevitably staining it. She had stained a lot of things beyond repair this week.

Though she had already allowed herself a good cry, tears welled up again as they held each other like they did huddled down on the beach, certain that they only had moments more together. Despite the fact that they had made it through the day, it felt like the clock was still ticking on their time together. The fight hadn’t just begun, it had been waged the sum of their whole lives, but now it was entering a new level that they were both unfamiliar with.

Cassian’s hold on her strained, and he let out a pained grunt. Jyn quickly pulled back and cupped his shoulders lightly.

“Your back,” she intoned with regret.

“It’s fine. They shot some bacta into it. Just stiff now.”

He took in the sight of her with all her defenses down. Wildly brave and defiant, but still full of the love and care that made for a great leader.

There was a gentleness in his gaze one wouldn’t expect from a high ranking spy with a kill count like his. Jyn had seen over the course of their missions that he was weary. His humanity was being stretched paper thin, already torn at the edges, still he clung to the tender parts of himself, refusing to turn his back to them, sometimes to the detriment of the cause at hand. She heard it in the way he spoke to her, in the way he spoke of others, in the sum of his decisions always leading to the fewest casualties if he had any control over it.

“You did well today,” he said softly, bringing the back of his hand to her cheek in a featherlight touch. Tears were tracking slowly down his own cheeks. Not a desperate cry, but one of relief, pain, and uncertainty about how to move on.

Jyn swallowed hard as she tried to parse the part of him that was speaking to her. Was it Cassian the Captain, Cassian the friend, Cassian the apologetic who had tried to kill her father and still wanted to make it up to her, or another facet of him she thought was just developing. The Cassian who had kissed her so softly in the elevator. The tingle of her lips was one of the only things she felt through the crushing numbness. The Cassian who had taken her hand on the beach. The Cassian who had clung to her when the sky had burned white with the threat of infinite nothingness. A Cassian who could love her? If not now, maybe someday?

Jyn quickly banished the thought. Surely when he looked at her, he saw K2’s fried circuitry, Melshi blown to bits, Tonc facedown in the sand. How could he ever look into eyes as green as hers and ever see anything but the death sentence of the Death Star beam? She felt herself begin to tremble again under the weight of his gaze.

“I’m so sorry more didn’t make it,” her voice broke as she wrenched herself from his grip and turned away from him, collapsing in on herself like the holy city. She felt like the Empire was reducing her to rubble day by day.

“Jyn,” Cassian whispered, placing a hand on her arm and trying to draw her back to him. “I don’t blame you for any of this. All of these people, all of them were soldiers. All of them knew the risks. All of them were willing to die for this chance. Just like you and me.”

“So why didn’t we?” Her words were bitter, angry.

Cassian shrugged, “Tomorrow, we take the next chance, and we do it for them. And the next one, and the next one, till our chances are spent,” one corner of his mouth turned up in the hint of a smile as he repeated her words back to her.

Jyn had no strength left to fight his gravity as he pulled her back to his chest. Cassian tucked her securely under his chin, pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head, and Jyn refused to allow herself to get used to the weight of him in her arms and against her body. She tried to fight it, but her limbs were so tired that she began to melt against him.

They stood frozen in time. That seemed to happen a lot the past few days. Like the hands of the clock had pity on them, fighting to slow the moon’s rotation and allow them a moment to grieve.

Wordlessly, they fulfilled each other’s needs; Jyn’s, to be held by gentle hands; Cassian’s, to hold someone he cared for against his beating heart. To share warmth and breath and hope.

When Jyn eventually let out a shuddering sigh close to contentment, Cassian rubbed his hands up her back as if to wake her up. “Go wash up. Take your time. I’ll wait right here.”

Jyn’s eyes were blown wide, illuminated only by the soft light next to her unmade bed. Cassian walked to her dresser and pulled out a starchy set of standard issue sleepwear. “These are better once they’re worn in. Let me grab you a set of mine. Might be easier to sleep.”

Jyn nodded, struggling to anchor herself to this moment, this new reality. She perched on the edge of the desk by the window and began to shed some of her layers. Her boots, belt, vest, and gloves all piled into the floor to be dealt with another time. She reached back and pulled the tie out of her hair, wincing as it snagged and pulled out a number of bloodied strands.

Cassian came back in a moment later, having changed into his own sleep clothes with a pair of faded slippers on his feet. In his arms he carried a pair of pants and a shirt almost identical to the ones he had one and an extra blanket.

“Here,” he handed the bundle to Jyn, setting the blanket on the edge of her bed. “It can get cold in here.”

“Cassian,” she started.

He turned to her almost expectantly. For the first time, he seemed out of his element.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

His eyes softened and he flashed a shy smile.

“I’m just trying to repay you for everything.”

They shared a look that only people who had survived tragedy together could share, and Jyn disappeared behind the fresher door.

Cassian got to work dressing her bed. He tucked the sheets under the mattress with care and precision. He swapped the thin top sheet they provided everyone with for the thicker knit blanket he had taken from his own room. It was a cream and brown simple chevron pattern with a thicker down layer in the middle. When he finished, he sank down on the edge of her mattress, suddenly weighed down by the exertion of the day. His back ached violently and his limbs felt as if they could completely detach from his frame at any moment. Cassian allowed himself a moment to lie down, convinced he would force himself to rise when he heard the water cut off.

Jyn took the longest shower of her life, hoping if she stood long enough beneath the scalding stream, she could peel out of her skin and let it slip down the drain with the rest of the ash and blood, leaving no trace of Scarif on her surface. It was already spreading like a cancer inside of her. Attaching itself to her brain and heart and lungs, weighing her down with every breath, reaching its ice cold fingers farther with every beat of her heart.

After towel drying her hair as best as she could, she rubbed a clear spot in the middle of the mirror and tried to make sense of her reflection. Staring back at her was someone with hollow, reddened eyes and a permanent frown. The girl in the mirror looked exhausted, defeated, afraid. Had she always looked like this? Would she always feel this heavy?

Jyn looked at the faded pajamas on the edge of the sink, and her breath hitched once more. On the other side of the door waited a man who had stayed with her through the darkest days of her life since Lah’mu. Something made her think that he would’ve stayed with her then if he could. Cassian’s steady eyes and hands were seeping into those memories and filing down the sharp edges that had sliced her tender skin open for years. She pulled his shirt over her frame and almost sighed at the softness and the scent of him. The pants sat low on her hips and spilled over her feet, but she liked the feeling of being covered by someone else, so she kept them on. As her hand reached for the light switch, she couldn’t ignore the fluttering pound of her heart in her chest. Jyn took a few deep breaths before exiting the fresher.

The edges of her eyes and mouth softened even more at the sight of Cassian snoring softly on her bed. Jyn quickly weighed her options and almost decided to just sleep on the floor, before one final burst of boldness overtook her. She crossed the room with careful steps and nudged Cassian slightly towards the wall.

“Move,” she mumbled softly.

Cassian roused in a slight panic. “I’m sorry. I can leave, I—“

“Hush,” she instructed with no hint of harshness in her voice.

Cassian scooted in and kicked the cover down over his feet while Jyn sidled up behind him. She draped a firm arm over his waist and pressed her face tenderly into his back, ghosting a kiss over the broadness of it while being careful to not exacerbate the hurt any more.

Cassian tensed slightly at her presence and tried to stutter out another apology. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I can leave, really.”

“I want you to stay,” she said firmly and clearly.

Cassian winced as he rolled to his back and then once more to face Jyn. Her eyes were already closing, eyelashes heavy on the sharpness of her cheekbones.

“Are you sure?” He asked carefully, giving her one final out. The tensions of the day had surely clouded their judgment, though he knew deep down that his feelings were true. He had made his mind up about her on Jedha. When he saw her rush into a firefight to save a little girl and carry her to safety, he knew the kind of woman she was, and that only became increasingly clear over their time together.

Jyn leaned forward to catch his mouth in a firm kiss that softened at the end. They lay nose to nose, and she breathed a final sentiment against his lips, “I’m sure.”

[viharker]

Echoes a multichap fix-it fic by @viharker

“What happens next?” she asks after a while, after she’s convinced herself that she won’t burst into tears. He squeezes her hand; her stomach drops. “I wish I knew.” - They could have died. They should have died. But Jyn and Cassian survive the Battle of Scarif, only to find that the lives that await them on the other side are far more complicated than they anticipated.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: F/M Fandoms: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types, Andor (TV) Relationship: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Jyn Erso, Leia Organa, Vel Sartha, Cassian Andor, Bix Caleen

Language: English Published: 2025-05-17 Updated: 2025-05-17 Words: 1,069 Chapters: 1/11

[marsfilms]

There is something people need to realise is that cassian's relationship to bix is very very integral to who he is. The events of rogue on took place over like 5 days while yes cassian and jyn had chemistry and attraction there is no timeline (where he survives) that he leaves bix for jyn. Alot people adore rebelcaptain and i do too, truly i do however when it comes to being realistic this is whats real.

[izloveshorses]

sometimes I wish for falling, wish for the release wish for falling through the air to give me some relief...

[andorerso]

historical au where Cassian is set up and sentenced to death for the murder of Galen Erso, but Jyn believes it was Orson Krennic, Galen's business partner and the father of her husband who actually committed the crime, so she arranges to break him out of jail before he's hanged, and together they set out to discover the truth and prove his innocence and start an affair

[zingsthings]

breathes in deep the air

So Cassia watches her partner take a man out at the kidney, and lift up a hand, and run its back over her sweating forehead, and twist around to give a really unfair view of her abdomen, and glance over like she knows that Cassia’s half out of her exhausted mind with desire, and Cassia loves her. And she wants. And she wonders.

or, Jyn Erso and Cassia Andor try something new.

chapter one: the comet brings no fear / no, i gaze joyfully In which: Cassia is besotted, Jyn absolutely bodies some Pathfinders in a sparring match, and Cassia, as is her wont, thinks too much. And so we lay our scene.

chapter two: and this bright star / having traced its parabola In which: Jyn is… excited, Cassia Worries Too Much, and Jyn contemplates vulnerability-her-beloathed. And also her lover's hands.

chapter three: with inexpressible speed / through immeasurable space In which: Jyn gets a chance to be all sorts of tactile, Cassia has an excellent time and brings up a Topic, and Jyn has emotions, which is honestly very rude, as a concept. Also, we earn our E rating.

chapter four: seems suddenly / to have stopped In which: yeah, this is the highly emotional facesitting chapter. Have fun!

[roguesones]

all is fair (in matters of the heart) by roguesones

A moment of weakness pushes her into the arms of another, forcing Cassian and Jyn to reflect on what's really stopped them from pursuing their happiness together - especially when things go tragically wrong.

Life is a complicated thing when you never expected to make it this far - even more so for two broken, stubborn rebels in the midst of an ongoing war.

[quarantineddreamer]

That Which Burns in Darkness

For @luciechat Happy Holidays!!! I'm such a big fan of YOUR writing so I was very excited to get you as my giftee this year! I hope you enjoy this trope-filled Eadu AU and that it fits the bill for the prompts you submitted. (Also including a moodboard I made while stuck on/avoiding a scene! 😂) Wishing you warm, bright, joyful days ahead, friend 💜 ✨ B

Summary: When Jyn and Cassian don't make it off Eadu with the others they are forced to work together to survive.

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[crash476]

Maybe it's my own SAS: Rogue Heroes addled mind, but after watching RetroBlasting's video on Rogue One, I am very compelled by the notion that she was even more rough and tumble than what we got. Like she was described as being a hardcore insurgent, that she was violent, and that it seemed like the Rebellion had to capture her so they could get to Saw Gerrera. Alternate takes and unused footage seemed to indicate that she and Cassian had a more amiable relationship, and that he trusted her; he actually seemed to find her kind of amusing. RetroBlasting even pointed out a major prop continuity error where Jyn is entering their first ship to Jedha and she has a blaster, but then there's a whole plot point about her stealing one because Cassian doesn't trust her. Clearly, the original creative team had different plans for Jyn and Cassian's relationship.

Then there's that one trailer that ended with a shot of Jyn in that Imperial uniform and some cut dialogue of Saw asking "What will you become?" It's so compelling! Doing some digging on the Ersos, there was a very early and quickly scrapped idea to make Lyra a former Jedi - another fascinating detail, but I digress. As stated in RetroBlasting's video, Rogue One took a lot of inspiration from 1960s WWII films, most notably The Guns of Navarone (their premises are nearly identical), Where Eagles Dare (there's also an Iron Maiden song about it), and The Dirty Dozen. There are alternate lines and takes that contradict Jyn's reluctant hero status in the film. Heck, her own dialogue and motivations are often contradictory. This could be explained in universe as her dealing with trauma, which can often come off as confusing and inconsistent when viewed from the outside. Out of universe, you can see the changes made by Gilroy straining against the original footage. Like Disney was too scared that a harsh, abrasive, assertive female lead, no matter how conventionally attractive nor clear and clipped her RP accent was, would be too alienating for audiences because she's too mannish.

So let me introduce you all to who I think Jyn was supposed to be, Robert Blair "Paddy" Mayne. He was one of the founding members of the Special Air Service (SAS) and is played so well by Jack O'Connell in the BBC series based on the Ben Macintyre book. Said popular historian described Mayne these ways:

"... the officer in question would set an unparalleled standard for courage and leadership in the SAS ... he was also given to volcanic explosions of temper and sometimes violent insubordination."

"... dangerously unpredictable..."

"One night he found a team of convicts chained up beneath Ellis Park stadium, where they were being put to work erecting stands. This he considered barbaric, so he returned the following night with bolt cutters and set free to at least one, and possibly all of them."

"Inside Paddy Mayne there was a deep reservoir of anger that welled up in violence ... On the battlefield, it would produce heroic; off it, Paddy Mayne's destructive demon could erupt without warning, and with terrifying force."

"Fighting was in his blood: he thrived on it."

I'm pretty certain Jyn was never supposed to be as abrasive and deranged as Mayne. And I personally don't care for the feral!Jyn head canons (nor do I much like soft!Jyn). But the deleted Saw dialogue when he asks Jyn, "What will you do when they catch you? What will you do if they break you? If you continue to fight? What will you become?" Going back to to RetroBlasting, he made an observation on what might have been intended conflict between her and Saw was because he saw something dark in her. There's also the implications about the Empire finding her because she's Galen's daughter, about her being used as a hostage by Krennic. And possibly becoming a turncoat; perhaps as a middle finger to the Rebels, or perhaps for the chance to see her father again. I also think that between Lyra's devotion to the Force, and Saw being on the kyber rich Jedha, there's a hint that maybe the Dark Side was paying attention to her. And yet, Jyn's deleted dialogue shows a woman who is still eager to fight the Empire.

And about that desire to fight. I think Disney prefers reluctant heroes because 1) the Hero's Journey has been deeply ingrained into how Disney writes everything; 2) it sets up easy conflict with more committed characters; 3) its easy to avoid sticky plot, theme, or political implications. Much like how Cassian's Separatist background could throw the validity of the Alliance to Restore the Republic in question. Jyn's involvement with Saw Gerrera and her militant devotion to the Rebellion is threatening to Disney's billion dollar cash cow. And boy would the chuds be even more loud and obnoxious about Jyn than they were about calling Rey a Mary Sue like it has any meaning left. But that's the outside stuff to consider, I'm more interested in how Jyn and Cassian's relationship could have developed if both were closer to what Edwards and his crew were originally going for.

A Separatist, Festian Cassian and a Partisan Jyn would be outsiders among the Rebels. They could probably relate to not being fully trusted, though, as per my Cassian head canon post, his Separatist background is probably hidden. He's a spy, so it's best to keep the past as cryptic as possible, and to make himself anonymous, even on Yavin. But that could be a point of tension with Jyn as Saw fought against the Separatists during the Clone War. Fest did suffer under the Empire and sided with the Rebellion, but there's likely a lot of hard feelings. At the same time, I think they would get each other in ways no one else would - the whole mirror thing Luna and Jones were always talking about during the press for Rogue One. While the final movie centred their conflict on Jyn's commitment to the Rebellion, hardcore Partisan Jyn and Cassian could have issues with leadership and mission goals. He's got his orders, she's got her objectives, and sometimes they run counter to each other. They could but heads over how to lead and who's in charge. Reluctant heroes feel just so one note compared to people who are committed but troubled!

And on the topic of commitment and violence, there is the question of what these characters want. There's always the question of loyalty hanging over both of them, and I have some thoughts regarding Cassian I'll write about separately and with a bit more time. I've already set out some thoughts I had about what Saw was worried about in the cut dialogue, but I want to add to that. There's an archetype about service members in general, the soldier who can't leave the battlefield. It's a theme explored in a lot of literature going back to ancient times. Shakespeare's Coriolanus is an interesting exploration of it, for example. And perhaps that's another thing Saw was worried about, and maybe something worth writing about in an AU, is what is Jyn like without war? Even during the war, if she had survived, if fighting the empire is less about the Rebellion and more because she likes battle. Because she can't conceive of herself outside of war.

A related angle is that being a soldier has consumed her other skills, talents, and interests so that there's little room for other creative outlits. I haven't read the novels, but Jyn is described as having genius level intellect, but no formal schooling. Ben Macintyre speculated that some of Paddy Mayne's anger came from stifled creativity. He wrote, "Mayne was a deeply literate man, with a particular liking for the darker poetry of A. E. Housman, and he may have harboured dreams of becoming a writer." It's interesting to think that every interest that Jyn had was used by Saw as a weapon. The skills that were cultivated were the ones useful for his purposes, everything else was superfluous. How hard it must be to know that there is something within that is creative and constructive, but all you seem capable of is destruction.

So, yeah, I've joined the legion of people who are now very interested in the Edwards cut. I don't know what to expect, but it would be an experience in comparing and contrasting.

[dilf-din]

Everything’s Blurry But You

A one shot set in my regency AU

WC: 2500

Warnings: smut, porn with feelings, possessive Cassian

Cassian followed Jyn up the stairs, footsteps shadowing hers so as not to set off any squeaky floorboards and draw attention to their rendezvous. His heart hammered in his chest so hard he felt it in his ears, his throat, his fingertips. He was alive with desire.

For years, he ached for her. It drove him to near madness, and it’s certainly what drove him to fight his way back to her, inch by inch, one drop of ocean at a time. He remembered the weight of her in his hands as they danced, the softness of her lips when they were able to steal kisses. He thought of the way her pupils went wide and how she flushed when he brushed up against her. It made him want to know how she would look under the full weight of him, with his body pressed tightly to hers.

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[viharker]

Tremors

a rebel captain fic by @viharker | sequel to Echoes Series: The Only Way Out Is Through

“I never thought I’d be so anxious about peace,” she murmurs. “Thought after Jakku, I might be happy that all the fighting was done.” “Rebellion is easy when it’s the only thing you’ve ever known,” he replies. - Cassian and Jyn should have died so many times, but the war is over, the Empire is gone, and life goes on. But how do you move on from the only life you've ever known? And why does it feel like the war has barely begun?

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Category: F/M Fandoms: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Andor (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso, Shara Bey/Kes Dameron Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Kes Dameron

Language: English Published: 2025-06-08 Words: 3,240 Chapters: 1/12

[andorology]

The war is over—but some things still aren't. Jyn and Cassian ponder on what it really means to finally live life in peace.

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my rebelcaptain secret santa gift for @rebelrainfall. hello, it's been me all along 😌 hope you like this little domestic bliss, fluffy (with a slight hint of angst) piece.

[jynjackets]

*tumbles down your chimney and vomits in excitement*

Hi @youkailuvr, it is I your rebelcaptain secret santa! For your prompt hurt/comfort I present you a two part fic below and hope you enjoy it. Happy Holidays and wishing you all the best for the rest of the season and the upcoming year!

Tell me what you're willing to do (kiss it better) on Ao3

After Cassian goes rogue, Jyn teaches him a lesson on what it feels like to have your loved ones run into danger. But when a fight to the death becomes much more than Jyn anticipates, they’re forced to confess their hopes and unspoken fears about each other.

Featuring gangs, violence, underground fight clubs, and lots of injuries they both help each other heal from <3

[andorerso]

me on a plane making absolutely everything about rebelcaptain: what if pilot Cassian and flight attendant Jyn

[romanitas]

compass points you home

summary: Cassian has always moved through the shadows of the galaxy. In the wake of the Empire's defeat, he and Jyn traverse the stars on their own terms and look for themselves without war on their heels.

written for rebelcaptain fix it week, day 6: how they live after the war. prompts were 'somewhere to belong/growth' and the song constellate by fleurie. once again thanks to @andorerso for organizing!!

rating/word count: ma / 9130

Cassian wakes up in the early hours and it strikes him hard that this morning is one that does not know war. He can’t relate, and he still hasn’t figured out how to breathe easy, but he stares at the ceiling with a strange hopeful hollowness in his chest. The hollowness is old and has been with him for so long, but it sits in him differently today. Anticipatory. Jyn shifts beside him, and he turns his head to look at her; she’s dead asleep on this warless morning, and the sight of her fills up some of that hollowness. She’s been slowly re-growing back beside him since they met and sharing pieces of herself to make up for all the ones he’s had to carve up of himself since he was a child. She knows what it’s like. They’re made of puzzle pieces, borrowed from each other. “I can feel you watching me,” she mumbles. He smiles, despite himself, and leans in to brush some of the hair from her face. She opens one lazy, tired eye, then yawns. “Good morning,” he says. And it is. It’s a good morning. What a concept. “It’s too early,” she replies, re-closing her eye, but she wriggles in closer to him. Cassian has always run hot, and she leeches that warmth from him constantly. “Well,” he says. “We have nowhere to be.” Her mouth curls in a smile. They have nowhere to be.

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