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[halflunar]

the softening blows / complete

AU. cassian and jyn meet at a halloween party. read on ao3

There are things Cassian will always remember--the click and flash of a disposable camera, silver balloons, and string lights. He’ll always remember moving in slow motion, the heaviness and blurriness of being alive that night, the way her hand gripped his as they ran through the intersection. Green lights, green lights, blue smoke and the damp pavement. All of it--a dream.

[rxbxlcaptain]

rebelcaptain, in the dark kiss, please?

I’m so sorry I’m behind in answering the last few of these! If I haven’t gotten to yours, I will, pinky promise!

This somehow also turned into a first kiss fic… It picks up rightafter Bodhi saved Jyn and Cassian from the beach on Scarif, with Baze, Chirrut and K-2SO conveniently already on board (that’s whathappened in my version of the movie, I don’t know about yours)

In The Dark Kiss:

“Everyone, strap in!” Bodhi yelled from the cockpit of theImperial cargo shuttle, his voice distraught, reminding Jyn of Cassian’sfrantic tone while escaping Jedha. Once again, the destructive power of theDeath Star rose behind them, engulfing the white sand beaches of Scarif andreducing the data tower to mere scrap behind them. As they cleared atmo, a StarDestroyer had risen behind them, pulling the escaping Rogue One squadron out oftheir attempted jump from realspace and caught them in their tractor beam.

Bodhi and K-2SO were fighting the pull, attempting evasivemaneuvers, but if ships much larger and better equipped than their smalltransport fell prey to these destroyers, there was little chance for theirescape. 

From her seat in the cargo deck, Jyn heard Bodhi, who had escapedthe battle with only minor burns, slam his hand against the controls infrustration. K-2 echoed her pessimistic thoughts, citing high probabilities ofthe Imperials gaining control of their ship; Chirrut muttered his prayers,quick and succinct with Baze, a large gash on his arm still oozing blood,silent beside him; and Cassian, whose unfocused eyes and limp hands suggestedhe was on the verge of unconsciousness, slumped into her side.  

Jyn thought of the plans she’d transmitted minutes before and theessential data they carried. She wanted to believe some Alliance ship had foundthem, as she’d assured Cassian in the tower, but until she was certain theywere in safe hands, until she was certain she had completed her father’smission, her fight was not finished. 

With gentle hands – something she’d forgotten she possessed overthe years on her own – she eased Cassian away from her shoulder,whispering, “Stay awake,” before climbing into the cockpit, her injuredshoulder screaming in protest. 

“Bodhi,” she said quietly as she reached the two members oftheir team still donning Imperial colors. “Is there any chance you can getaway?”

“I calculate the odds being less than one percent,” Kay, ratherthan Bodhi, responded, not even attempting to keep his voice down. 

Looking out the viewport, Kay’s ominous prediction seemed evenmore accurate. The stark white of the Star Destroyer steadily covered theirview, masking the dark expanse of sky and draining their opportunities toescape.

Bodhi’s wide eyes met hers, though his hands still fiddled withthe controls. “We c-can’t give up, Jyn. Not after everything.”

His scars, his stutter, his uniform: “everything” for Bodhimeant something very different than it did for Jyn, and that made it all themore worth fighting for. 

“This is one of their ships,”Jyn reminded Bodhi, “And no one’s been shooting at us, so they don’t know we’rerebels.” She nodded at the flight suit Bodhi still wore. “Hide us, followprotocol and you could pass as Imperials.”

“The charges for desertion –which they just caught us doing – are as bad as the charges for rebellion, Jyn.”Bodhi shook his head. “That’s asking to get shot.”

“The chances of getting shotif they knew we stole the plans to that battle station are pretty assured,” Jynsnapped. “And we only have a few minutes before we have a boarding partyscouring this ship.”

Bodhi hesitated for a moment,his mouth opening and closing a few times like he wanted to speak, but couldn’tfind the words. Above them, the sound of durasteel hitting durasteel shook theship. Icy fingers of panic ran down Jyn’s spine: They were in the clutches ofthe Empire now.

Bodhi, his eyes alight withnew determination, nodded and took a deep breath, centering himself.

“There should be at least twocovered storage zones on the ship in the cargo bay,” he told her. “But that’llbe the first place they’ll look for stowaways.”

Jyn pulled the blaster – Cassian’sblaster – out from her holster. “We’ll deal with that problem if –“ she ignoredKay correcting her to when “— they findus.”

Bodhi nodded, his face stillapprehensive about the idea. Jyn gave him half a smile, the best she could doat the moment, before dropping back down the ladder to explain the plan toCassian and the Guardians. Baze and Chirrut stood to hide, but Cassian, hisfeatures contorted in pain, stayed in his seat.

“Cassian,” Jyn prodded him, “Weneed to move.”

“Jyn…” His voice came outstrained, his accent heavier than normal. “I—“

“Don’t you dare,” Jyn growled,hauling his arm around her shoulders, ignoring the sting of pain that caused,and pulled him to his feet. Cassian stumbled forward, leaning heavily on her.The lights flickered above their head and the shuttle was secured underneaththe Star Destroyer and Jyn was back in the turbolift – she’d never left Scarif;the beach with its glowing horizon still awaited her; Bodhi’s ship was nowhereto be found –

“Jyn.” Her name almostsounded like a cough coming from Cassian.

And as the lights shut offaround them, Jyn knew how to make this scenario feel different from the turbolift.With careful fingers, she reached up to cusp Cassian’s cheeks and stood on hertiptoes to bring her face level with his. Before he could speak, Jyn pressedher lips to his, just for a second.

“Are you with me?” Shewhispered into the darkness, Cassian’s face still between her hands.

“All the way,” he assured herand, together, they moved into hiding, ready to take the next chance.

[senatorrorgana]

Matchmaking

a/n: another little prompt from a lovely anon! this time it was a rebelcaptain blind date au, and as always i hope you guys like it. i should be getting back to writing chapters to update my other fics soon, i just was in the mood to write something different from a couple of days that was just little one-shots!

rating: t

ao3: (x)

Jyn wasn’t exactly sure why she let Bodhi convince her into the idea of a blind date, something he’d set up no less. Something, anything, should have told her that it was a bad idea; Bodhi was a hopeless romantic and there was no way to gage just what weirdo he’d set her up with, more than likely some hopeless romantic that was like him. She couldn’t even use the excuse that she was drunk when she agreed to going through with this, she just...said yes.

Tonight was the night she was supposed to meet up with this strange guy, if all went well, she’d actually have to tell Bodhi he did a good job; if he was some creep, she’d have to put Bodhi in a chokehold the next time she saw him. To make matters worse, Bodhi was holding her phone hostage, she wasn’t allowed to text or call anyone leading up to the date.

“Bodhi, this is ridiculous, you don’t need to hold my phone hostage,” Jyn huffed, “I don’t even know the name of the guy you set me up with.”

She’d gotten dressed and ready to go for the date almost an hour early; she was nervous needless to say. Jyn didn’t like dealing with uncertainty, she had too much of it in her life to ever be comfortable with it, but now she had to at least try and deal with a bit of it.

“I know,” Bodhi said, “but, uh, maybe less people will talk you out of it that way.”

Her phone vibrated against the kitchen counter, and Bodhi moved to silence it before she could even get a look at the screen.

“Are people trying to talk me out of it? Do other people know who you’ve set me up with?” Jyn questioned. “I swear to god Bodhi, if you set me up with Han - “

“No, no I can assure you I didn’t set you up with Han Solo.” Bodhi stated.

“At least I don’t have that to worry about.” Jyn sighed. “Who else knows? I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Uh, Kay, he knows.” Bodhi mumbled, silencing her phone again as it vibrated.

“You told Kay? And he’s concerned? That makes me worry a little bit.” Jyn said.

“No, it’s not like that. I mean, it is, but you know how Kay is, he likes things the way they are, he...uh...he doesn’t want to let new people in, or something like that.” Bodhi tried to dismiss it. “You know how Kay is around new people, if he doesn’t piss them off he likes to scare them off.”

“Yeah I know, it’s just usually only for Cassian though, he doesn’t like new people going around Cassian.” Jyn said, recalling the memory of when she first met Cassian in some bar and Kay kept hovering around them trying to break up the conversation, she never thought she’d actually end up being friends with him after what Kay had put her through.

“Yeah, I know, but still I guess that’s just how Kay is.” Bodhi replied, silencing the phone for a third time.

“As much faith as I’ve put in you for this, I don’t think he has to worry about some boyfriend of mine going near Cassian. Besides, you’ve seen Cassian when a guy even looks at me funny, if I ever actually got a boyfriend I wouldn’t bring him anywhere near him until I knew he couldn’t be scared off.” Jyn tried to keep her focus on the TV, something distracting to keep her mind from wandering off into thoughts that could make her anxious about the night.

“Good to know.” Bodhi replied, searching through her phone for something. “There, I put it on silent for now with no vibrating, shouldn’t bother you the rest of the night.”

“Just remind me to turn it back on later otherwise I’ll lose the damn thing.” Jyn mumbled.

“Can do.” Bodhi replied happily.

A blind date wasn’t something that Cassian would exactly consider fun, he didn’t like not knowing what kind of situation he was going into, he always liked having some kind of information. So Bodhi offering to set him up on a blind date with someone caught him off guard, he wanted to know something, but Bodhi didn’t say a thing other than to trust him that he’d set him up with someone good. With the night finally approaching after weeks of waiting for the day to come, Cassian was surprised that he wasn’t as nervous as he anticipated. Sure he was still concerned about it, who wouldn’t be, but he was surprisingly calm with the date just an hour away.

His roommate and best friend Kay on the other hand, he was what Cassian had expected himself to be. He was texting on his phone nonstop, to Bodhi he kept saying, trying to convince him to stop the whole set up as if he knew who Bodhi had set him up with, and knowing Kay he probably did.

“Kay, relax, I’m going out on that date no matter what you threaten Bodhi with.” Cassian said.

“I still highly advise against it.” Kay replied.

“You highly advise against everything.” Cassian sighed.

“For good reason, you have no idea who Bodhi has chosen to be your date and I highly doubt that she is a ‘perfect match’ for you as he says.” Kay stated logically, everything was logical with him, sometimes Cassian wondered if Kay was born part robot with the way he acted half the time.

“So you do know who she is and you haven’t told me?” Cassian asked surprised. “I’m shocked Kay.”

“Bodhi told me that if I told anyone who your date was he’d break into the apartment and shave off all my hair and eyebrows, I’d rather like to keep both of those things.” Kay explained, Cassian trying to contain a laugh; the funniest part about it was he knew that Bodhi was serious when it came to people keeping secrets, he would do that to Kay without a doubt. “But I still would rather if you didn’t go on this date.”

Cassian grabbed his leather jacket off of the back of the living room sofa, shrugging it on before taking a seat across from Kay, studying his friend as he feverishly kept sending text after text.

“The annoying tactic doesn’t work with Bodhi, I’ve tried it before.” Cassian said. “If he doesn’t answer, he’s not going to answer.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Kay sighed, finally tossing his phone aside. “Are you sure there is absolutely nothing I could say to get you to stay away from this date?”

“I’m going to go no matter what Kay, I wouldn’t just stand them up.” Cassian explained.

“Very well, it seems your chivalry wins out here.” Kay grumbled. “Just…please don’t bring them home, I have to be up early tomorrow.”

“I’m not going to sleep with them on the first date, Kay.” Cassian quickly lashed out.

Kay scoffed a bit and cracked a smile, “Oh, I’d like to believe that, but I have a feeling you won’t be thinking that later.”Jyn was nervous; she felt sick to her stomach from all the butterflies, she felt on edge as if everyone was staring at her and knew what she was doing while she was waiting at the bar in this ridiculous red bandage dress Leia had made her wear for tonight, and she couldn’t stop tapping her fingers against the counter. She thought about going home seven times in the past fifteen minutes, but something kept telling her to stay - despite the guy being ten minutes late.

Finally someone sat down next to her and she felt relieved, only until she saw who it was that decided to take a seat next to her.

“Cassian? What are you doing here?” Jyn asked. “You have to go.”

“What? No, I’m here meeting someone that’s...wearing a red dress.” He said, his eyes drifting down to her red dress.

“I’m meeting someone who’s wearing a blue shirt.” Jyn then noticed the blue shirt under Cassian’s jacket. “Oh, I’m going to kill Bodhi.”

“He set us up.” Cassian sighed at the realization.

“I can’t believe him, he’d go this far to try and get us out on a date, if we wanted to date we would have just asked each other out.” Jyn grumbled, downing her drink and waving down the bartender to order another one.

“Well, we can make the most of this at least, right? We’re at a bar, I’ll buy your drinks if you want.” Cassian offered.

“How kind of you.” Jyn smirked. “I guess, I’ve got nothing else to do and I don’t feel like going to jail for murdering Bodhi, so I might as well get drunk.”

First there was a kiss, Cassian wasn’t sure why he thought kissing Jyn seemed like a good idea, but it did, and he was fully prepared to be slapped across the face for it by her for doing such a thing, but that slap never came. In fact, Jyn kissed him back, hands tangling in his hair and her body pressed up against his while outside the bar and walking back to Cassian’s place which was the closer of the two apartments. He wasn’t sure how long they were kissing before they parted and Jyn suggested getting back to his apartment, more specifically to his room. They weren’t even drunk, they had three drinks each and Cassian had seen Jyn down way more than that before getting drunk, she genuinely wanted to be with him, it was enough to make Cassian wonder if he was the drunk one out of the two of them.

As soon as they got through the door, Cassian pinned her up against the wall in the narrow hallway, his lips returning to hers before venturing down further to her neck and making her moan. Cassian didn’t want the sounds coming from her to ever stop, but all too soon, the sound of someone clearing their throat caused them to jump away from one another and come face to face with Kay.

“I had a feeling this would happen.” Kay grumbled. “I imagine Bodhi was holding your phone hostage then, you never answered my texts.”

“That was you texting me?” Jyn asked curiously.

“I was trying to tell you Bodhi set you up with him, and if he hadn’t threatened to shave off all my hair, I would have told Cassian it was you. You two would have never gotten together without someone pushing you on.” Kay sighed. “Either way, I’m going to your apartment then, I’m sleeping on your sofa, I’m clearly not going to get any sleep here tonight. Is Leia there to let me in?”

“Uh, she should be.” Jyn replied, stunned from Kay simply inviting himself over to her apartment, then again, that’s how Kay was.

“Alright, have a good night then.” Kay dismissed them, walking past them and out the front door.

Jyn didn’t really even have time to be stunned by it for much longer, since as soon as Kay left Cassian was kissing her again, this time getting laughs from her mixed with her moans.

“He’s right you know, we wouldn’t have just asked each other out.” Cassian mumbled against her skin.

“I know.” Jyn sighed, perfectly content with his lips on her. “Just keep kissing.”

[ninelabeledkeys]

Too Close -rosaxx50 on AO3

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10231292

this one positively sparkles

[jynappreciationsquad]

liminal (chapter two)

Summary: Between death and dying, Jyn learns about herself and her family.

Author’s Note: A massive thanks to my wonderful beta, @rapidashpatronus, who was her usual mix of supportive and providing awesome suggestions for improvement. In case anyone is looking for the first chapter, it can be found here on tumblr or here on AO3! Yavemiel

This chapter can also be read here on AO3.

Jyn both loved and dreaded the times Cassian came to visit.

She missed him like a physical ache that never went away, dulled while he was sat in the room, but so sharp when he left that she was always surprised her heart didn’t skip a beat.

He looked, to her eyes, wearier than ever. There was never a hint of it in his voice as he sat and gently told her about his day, but particularly when he was alone in the room, he let his guard down, shoulders slumped and his eyes fixed on her face telling her exactly how guilty he felt that it was her and not him in the pod.

She oscillated between the desire to comfort him and the desire to rail at him, tell him he had no right to feel guilty when he would (has) done the same for her.

Despite the mixed emotions, she looked forward to his visits most: when he was there, he barely left the room, not even to eat or shower, and Jyn felt the comfort of company for days at a time.

The downside was that as Rebel Intelligence’s most sought after asset, he couldn’t just...not go on missions because one of his team was out of action. The war went on after all.

In his absences (often overlapping with Kay’s), the members of the team left behind would tell Jyn every time he made contact, a courtesy she was profoundly grateful for.

He always came back from his missions slightly gaunt, eyes a little haunted and Jyn cursed the invisible barrier between them. The first few hours after he came back were always the hardest. His voice rough, he seemed incapable of keeping up the gentle chatter which usually accompanied his visits.

Instead, he read to her.

Jyn had never been much for reading. When she was younger, she had always wanted to be out playing and doing and then Saw had little patience for frivolities such as education (that was unrelated to war) or downtime, so she had never picked up the habit.

Cassian, it turned out, was an avid reader, who had thousands of stories tucked away on his datapad and Jyn was enchanted by this previously unseen facet of him.

He read her what he called ‘The Classics’, stories about a man stranded on a planet far from home after a war and his trials travelling to his homeworld. He read her lighter stories, fairytales about true love and ridiculous murder mysteries in which she became ridiculously engaged.

Once, he read her poetry in his native language. She could only pick out a few words here and there, beginner that she was, but she loved the way his voice lilted and curled around the words that were clearly so dear to him. She vowed that when she woke up, she would put more effort into learning Festian, just to see Cassian’s eyes light up.

So it went for months. Jyn watched her lifesigns grow almost imperceptibly stronger, watched medics come in and take readings and tell her team ‘Not yet...soon’, watched Cassian come and go and come and go.

And then he didn’t come back.

He had told her about the mission before he left, a ‘standard job, in and out, I’ll only be a week...ten days at most.’

But a week came and went, and then another and her team’s faces were more pinched as they came to her and said ‘No word from Cassian yet...soon, I’m sure he’ll get in contact soon’, and Jyn raged at her weak body, lying there and preventing her from doing something. Anything.

And then finally, finally it came. Bodhi came dashing in to her room, limbs flailing and speech even more stilted and stutter-filled than usual, but Jyn got the jist: Cassian was back, not unhurt, but alive. She was so caught up in her relief she missed the slight blip on her heart monitor.

**

It was almost two days before Cassian came to see her, much longer than he usually delayed after a mission, but she knew from the frequent updates from the rest of her team that it wasn’t for lack of trying, the medics utterly forbade it and he was too weak for a jailbreak.

On the evening of the second day, the door to Jyn’s room opened and her heart soared to see Cassian there, even as it ached for the pain she could see etched on his face as Kay helped him into the chair beside Jyn’s medpod.

There was silence broken only by Cassian’s laboured breathing before Kay straightened abruptly and said “I shall leave the two of you alone”, and clanked out of the room.

Then there was silence for so long that Jyn might have thought Cassian was asleep if she hadn’t been able to see his eyes, fixed on her face inside the pod. Eventually he stretched out a hand and put it on the pod near her hand. He took a deep, hitching breath and blew it out in a sigh before speaking.

“This was a bad one, Jyn.”

She knew instinctively that he wasn’t talking about his physical injuries. He was quiet for another while, visibly gathering his thoughts before he opened his mouth and began to tell her a tale of a mission gone wrong: vanishing contacts who turned out to be colluding with tempire, imaginary supplies used a lure to bait a trap for a spy.

He told her about the troopers waiting for him at the end of an alley, his gut instinct the only thing that saved him as he dived under a blaster bolt meant for his head. He told her about the firefight that followed, how he felt a gaping absence at his back (and she could almost feel her truncheons slide into her hands), and his voice hitched again as he told her about the collateral damage in his escape: civilians hurt (killed) by a grenade he threw at the troopers, a freighter blasted out of the sky by TIE fighters as he frantically piloted to his freedom.

She could see the torment the innocent lives lost caused him and she longed as never before to wrap him in her arms, press kisses to his hairline and murmur words of love and scant comfort.

He moved closer to her and rested his forehead against her medpod, eyes closed, and if she hadn’t been in the air around him she wouldn’t have heard his soft murmur. “Ay, cómo te extraño, mi luz.”

He opened his eyes and she could see the sheen of tears, though she wasn’t sure he’d ever let them fall.

“My world is so dark without you, Jyn. You’re so bright, you light up everything, but without you, everything is grey, almost back to the way it was before we met, but I’ve seen the light now, and I can’t go back. The team, they help, but we’re missing the thing that keeps us held together, and…”

He trailed off and blew out his breath, tapping his forehead gently against the glass. “Jyn, if you can hear me, please, please come back. You have to come back.”

‘I’m trying’, she thought desperately.

**

The next week was excruciatingly long.

In some ways, it was positive. Not long after Cassian’s plea, the medteam in charge of her treatment announced that she was stable enough to be taken off life support and be brought out of the induced coma.

She watched in fascination as the upper cover of the pod was removed and various wires and tubes which had been discreetly connected to her body were gradually taken away too.

And then...she waited.

The trembling hope she’d seen on Cassian’s face as he took her hand for the first time in months gave way to worried frustration for both of them as her breathing remained even and her eyes remained stubbornly closed day after day. The medteam assured him (them) that it was all normal, that Jyn had moved from the induced coma to natural sleep and would wake up when she was ready, and all the while Jyn chafed impatiently at the invisible bonds keeping her away from her body.

She was never left alone, her team afraid that she would wake disoriented with no-one close by. Cassian was a near-constant presence, alone or accompanied, unless his own medteam came and commandeered him for tests and treatments of his own.

Almost ten days after she had officially been taken off life support, Cassian briefly absent, it was just her and Chirrut, the latter sitting in uncharacteristic silence by her bedside, head bowed and his hands clenched tight on his staff.

He looked up suddenly and Jyn recoiled in shock: it seemed as though he was looking directly at her.

“Don’t give up hope, little sister.”

She stared at him in disbelief. He had never given any previous indication that he could sense her presence.

‘Chirrut...can you hear me?’

He didn’t respond, and her heart sank, only to rise as he started speaking again.

“I know you must be frustrated, with a wait as long as this, eager to get back to your friends and family.” He gave a wry smile. “Patience never was your strong suit.”

Jyn barely heard the playful insult, so focused was she on his first words. Friends and family?

Chirrut grew serious again. “Hope though...I have never before met someone with your hope, Jyn. It is a shining light for anyone who cares to see, a beacon,” he gestured almost mockingly at his own eyes, “even for the blind.”

Jyn was overwhelmed. Months she had been stuck in that pod, plenty of time for her team - no, her family, they had earned that - to abandon her, to drift from her side as life carried them onwards, or to take her passive state as a chance to unburden their frustrations and anger on her, but instead, instead they had remained the one constant in her half-life, a constant source of company and support and love, even when they didn’t know she was there to appreciate it.

Chirrut smiled gently as he leaned back in his chair.

“You’re so close now, little sister. I can feel your presence so strongly, where before it was faint, almost like an aftertaste. It won’t be long now until you’re back with us. You’ll see.”

He fell silent again, and Jyn felt tired suddenly, the room seeming faded and far away for the first time in months, and finally, finally...she fell asleep, content.

**

Jyn opened her eyes and smiled. Her family smiled back.

                                                            fin

[vanderlinde-moved]

a bitter truth, part two

Cassian wakes and begins the healing process. Jyn faces even more horrors that the Empire has to offer. 

warning for torture throughout the chapter.

read it on ao3!

The second time Cassian wakes, he notices that he’s on a ship before he even opens his eyes. He can feel the hum of the engine through the floor and realizes that this must be the transport off of Yavin 4 that Leia had mentioned the last time he was awake.

He wonders, briefly, where they’re going. He doesn’t think anyone will tell him, not after he went rogue, but he hopes it’s somewhere drastically different than Yavin. Cold, maybe. He’ll be happy with a frozen wasteland. Anything would be better than a planet with a similar climate with Yavin -- he knows better than anyone how even the smallest things can trigger buried memories.

There are too many things that happened on Yavin 4 that he doesn’t want to remember.

And then his thoughts drift as to what his punishment could be. After all, he did follow the lead of a criminal and take about thirty of the Alliance’s best men on a suicide mission that ended up with almost all of them being dead.

(not that he’ll say that, of course. he’ll assume full responsibility for the mission. jyn’s dead. the least he can do is try to take the blame off of her name, whatever good that’ll do.)

He figures they’ll demote him. If the Rebellion had wanted to kick him out, they wouldn’t have given him medical treatment and taken him with them to wherever they’re going. It doesn’t bother him. All he wants to do is help the Alliance -- he’s dedicated his life to it. It doesn’t matter how he helps so long that he is.

He takes stock of his injuries. The aches and pains that had been persistent the first time he had woken up are no longer there and he feels almost like he’s floating. Most of his body is numb.

The second thing he notices is that he can’t feel his legs.

He can’t move them. For a spy, this realization comes later than it should and panics him considerably more than the first one does. What good a soldier than can’t walk?

As soon as his heart rate monitor spikes, a nurse is at his side. “Breathe, Captain,” the woman urges, leaning over him. She purposefully becomes the only thing in his line of sight and he tries to focus on her face but his eyes are moving too wildly for that. “You need to take deep breaths, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“My legs -- “ he gasps out. His head is spinning and there are black spots dancing in front of his vision. A very small voice in the back of his mind tells him that he needs to calm down or else he’s going to pass out. “I can’t -- I can’t feel my legs -- “

“Your legs are fine, Captain Andor,” the nurse soothes, cupping his face in her hands. He tries to meet her gaze, but his eyes can’t seem to stay in one place for very long. “You’re under heavy medication and they’re bandaged pretty tightly, but as far as we can tell, they’re going to be fine. I’m going to give you something to help you calm down, okay?”

“I -- “ His breath is still coming in sharp gaps, but knowing that he’s not paralyzed lifts a weight off of his shoulders. He doesn’t know what he would do if he couldn’t go out in the field -- he’s spent his whole life in Intelligence and doesn’t think that he knows how to do anything else. “I can’t -- “

“It’ll be okay,” she says softly, switching out one of the bags attached to an IV. Vaguely, he realizes she’s drugging him, but doesn’t care enough to say anything. Calm washes over him almost immediately, and he closes his eyes in contentment. “You’ll be okay.”

As Cassian drifts off into sleep, he hopes that she’s right.

(but the rational part of him knows that she isn’t.)

 Lying on the dirty, dark floor of her cell with one hand wrapped around her stomach as if to keep her guts inside of her, all Jyn wants is a hot shower.

She can endure the torture. The eight years she spent with Saw and the seven she spent on her own left her with both abandonment issues and an extremely high pain tolerance. But all she really wants is to get clean -- her hair is lanky and full of grease, and the blood staining her skin won’t go away no matter how hard she scrubs and claws and scratches.

No matter what she does, it doesn’t go away.

(all of those people died on scarif because of her.)

While her intestines are no longer in danger of falling out of her, the wound on her stomach is hot to the touch. She knows that it’s most likely infected but there’s nothing she can do about that. Her leg aches. She realized days ago that it’s probably more than a sprain, since she can barely put her weight on it. The only good thing about her situation (if there is a good thing) is that her head has stopped pounding. Now, it’s only a dull throb. She’s not so stupid to believe the concussion has gone away, however.

If she wants bacta patches and the torture to stop, she needs to give Krennic the information he wants about the Rebellion. Jyn knows it’s in her best interest to just tell him what she knows. But for some reason, she can’t make herself talk.

She doesn’t know why, exactly. She owes the Alliance nothing, not after they killed her father and refused to go to Scarif. She can only imagine how much better the mission would have been with the Council’s support. Cassian, Baze, Bodhi, Chirrut -- they could all be alive.

The thought of that makes her hands clench into fists. Everyone she’s ever cared about -- or potentially could have cared about -- has abandoned her. By choice or not, it doesn’t matter; they’re still gone. Her mother is dead. Her father is dead. Saw is dead. Rogue One is dead.

Why the fuck should she care about their secrets when they hadn’t given a fuck about her?

She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know why her mouth stays shut whenever the IT-O droid injects her with yet another painful concoction or when Krennic orders his guards to take turns beating her. It’s certainly not doing her any favors.

She’s never cared before. Never had the luxury for political opinions.

Why does it matter so much to her that she stays silent?

(deep down, she thinks that maybe she’s tired of not looking up. she’s tired of running. cassian had welcomed her home on yavin 4. at the very least, she’s protecting the rebellion in his memory.

he had believed in her. it’s time she does something for him.)

 There are no survivors from the original group that went to Scarif. No survivors of the original Rogue One.

(it doesn’t surprise him. it shouldn’t.)

Most of the pilots and calvary that came after them lived, but he doesn’t know specifics. But out of everyone there, nobody comes to visit him.

The ones who are in medical beds like he is don’t make eye contact. The ones who lost a family member or friend on the suicide mission shoot him dirty looks.

Cassian doesn’t meet any of their gazes and pretends to be asleep.

 Out of all of the people on the Star Destroyer, Jyn only knows one name: Krennic.

The other guards are faceless, unknown beings. She knows which ones like to hurt her and which ones hold back on their punches. She can tell which ones agree wholeheartedly with the Empire’s propaganda and which ones are uncertain, unsure.

But what she doesn’t know is their names or their life stories or where they came from. For all she knows, there could be dozens of potential defectors on this Star Destroyer. There could be people like Bodhi, just trying to earn a couple extra credits to feed their family or people who had no choice but to conscript or die trying to rebel.

It shouldn’t bother her. It doesn’t. After all, it’ll be much easier to kill all of these guards when she finally gets out of here if she doesn’t know anything about them.

They’ll just be another stain on her already crimson hands. It’s not like she’ll even notice the extra blood, not with all of the lives she’s already taken.

 “Andor. Good to see you up and about.”

Draven is formal with him, as always, hands clasped behind his back as he watches Cassian struggle through physical therapy. Cassian notes the lack of rank and wonders if he’s been demoted already without his knowledge.

“General,” he says respectfully, with a slight nod in acknowledgement. He tries to keep his voice calm and collected, but he can’t quite keep the strain out of his tone as he hobbles around in a pair of crutches.

They look at each other in silence for a moment. Draven’s careful gaze calculates the shape that he’s currently in while Cassian stops and does his best to catch his breath silently. After a pause, Draven’s eyes meet his again. “You’ve recovered well from your injuries, I see.”

“I have, sir,” he responds, trying (and failing) to figure out Draven’s motives for visiting him. “The nurses tell me that I’ll be fit for duty in about a month, give or take.”

Draven waves his hand as if to shoot down that suggestion. This surprises Cassian. “Focus on getting better first, Andor. I can’t have my best agent compromised because he didn’t follow the doctor’s orders.”

“Sir?” Cassian questions, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side. Is saying that simply a way to soften the blow that he knows Draven will follow-up with? “I thought -- well, after Scarif -- “

Draven cuts him off before he can finish his thought. “That’s one of the reasons I came to talk to you. Even though you went rogue, you still managed to get the Death Star plans. You played a big role in its destruction. Many of the Rebellion’s people are praising the Rogue One team as heroes, right up there with Skywalker and Solo.”

“I wasn’t the only one,” Cassian is quick to add when Draven takes a breath. It doesn’t seem as if Rogue One will be condemned for their actions, but it’s not right for him to take all of the credit. “There were others too. Good men and women died on that beach.”

“And they will be remembered as heroes,” Draven placates. “It is because of this that the Council has decided to pretend that the mission to Scarif was sanctioned. The retrieval of the Death Star plans was a win for the Rebellion.”

Cassian pauses. “And that means what exactly, sir?”

“Well, for one thing, we can’t exactly punish a hero, now can we?” Draven replies with a wry smile. Cassian can’t tell if he’s happy or not with this decision; Draven always did have the best damn spy face in the business. “Once you’re done with medical leave, you’ll resume active duty in Intelligence. However, if you go rogue again, there will be severe consequences.”

“Understood, sir.” Cassian says evenly. Despite the relief that he should be feeling, his stomach churns. So many people were killed on Scarif, and here he is, alive and unpunished. It leaves a sour taste in the back of his mouth. “Thank you, sir.”

Draven holds up a hand. “There is another matter that I wish to discuss with you, Captain. The medical team, out of consideration of your poor health, restricted information from you during your recovery. They believed that it might interfere with your recovery.”

Cassian waits for him to continue. He remembers how haunted Leia had looked a couple days ago when she had visited him; that same look is in Draven’s eyes now. His stomach clenches.

“Destroying the Death Star was not without casualties,” Draven says finally, with a heavy sigh. “It fired on Alderaan before we could. The planet is. . .” he seems lost for words for a second, shifting his gaze. “The planet is gone. I’m sorry, Cassian.”

For a moment, Draven’s words don’t register. And then it clicks.

Cassian can’t breathe. His crutches clatter to the ground and he sags against the wall, barely standing upright. The blood is pounding so loudly in his ears that he doesn’t know if he heard Draven right. “The whole planet? ”

“Yes.”

He swears in Festian, tearing his gaze away from Draven. He had known people on Alderaan and now they’re gone. They’re dead. They’re all dead.

Cassian tries to keep his mask up, he really does. There’s no place for showing emotions like this in Intelligence and he’s sure that Draven won’t stand for it.

But to Cassian's surprise, even seeing through Cassian's mask like he always does, the General places a comforting hand on Cassian’s shoulder. At this small, insignificant touch, he breaks down almost immediately.

Cassian can’t remember the last time he cried. But standing here in the medical bay with the closest person he’s had to a father for the past twenty years, he can't keep the tears at bay.

 When Krennic returns, his two guards hoist her up by her armpits, just high enough so her feet skim the ground. She lets them, and steels her jaw, ready for the beating she knows she’s about to receive. Instead, they lead her out the doorway.

“Where are we going?” Jyn demands, as if she’s in any position to be making demands right now.

Krennic hums. She doesn’t like the look on his face. “You’ll see.”

Instead of dwelling on his ominous statement, she takes the time observe her surroundings. The prison block that she’s in is fairly small, with only about twenty other cells in the area. There’s two doors at the end of the hall, but the device on the wall next to them tells her that she’s going to need to steal a keycard if she wants to get out of here.

Currently, her plan of action is to ambush the guards when they come to bring her meals. She has to lure them into her cell somehow, and then neutralize and take their armor. But with each passing day, especially considering her current physical state, her plan seems more and more unlikely.

But she’s not going to rot in this kriffing prison for Force only knows how many years. She’s going to escape or die trying.

They stop in front of another unmarked cell, although it’s much bigger than hers. She’s about to complain about her lack of space (her mother always told her that her mouth would get her in trouble) until she sees what’s inside.

There’s a boy, not much younger than her strapped to a chair in the middle of the room. She doesn’t recognize him, but she doesn’t expect to. He’s barely conscious, eyelids fluttering with the effort in staying awake. A guard stands behind the chair, clearly in the middle of an interrogation. But what makes her mouth go dry is the amount of blood pooled on the floor and splattered on the walls.

“Miss Erso,” Krennic says cordially, as if he’s introducing her to a friend and not someone who’s almost dead, “meet Private Cado Dravvad. Rebel Intelligence.”

“What’s going on?” Jyn hisses through her teeth, straining at the guard’s hold on her. “Why have you brought me here?”

Instead of answering her questions, Krennic walks over to the boy and pulls his head up roughly from where it’s lying on his chest. Cado groans in pain, and the sound makes Jyn flinch.

“I need answers,” Krennic says finally. “And you’re not giving them to me. It doesn’t look like you will either.”

“Like hell I’m not.”

Krennic inclines his head in agreement. “We picked up Private Dravvad here two days ago. So far, he hasn’t given us any information either. So,” Krennic motions to the guard hiding in the shadows of the cell to come forward, “if you don’t talk, then the private here is going to pay for that.”

Jyn clenches her jaw and tries to look away, but one of the guards jerks her face forward so she has to watch. She’s seen this kind of thing dozens of times under Saw’s care, but has never experienced it herself.

(the kid looks so small sitting on that chair. there’s still baby fat on his face, he can’t be older than twenty. and now he’s going to feel the weight of all of her crimes against the empire.)

“Miss Erso, can you tell me where the Rebellion’s headquarters are located?”

“Don’t -- “ Cado croaks, but the guard backhands him across the face. Cado’s head snaps to the side and blood trickles out of his nose.

“How old are you?” she asks instead, directing the question at Cado. She meets his gaze and tries to soften her eyes. It’s okay, she tries to convey. It’s going to be okay.

“I’m uh -- “ he pauses to spit blood out of his mouth. “I’m eighteen, miss.”

“You’re just a kid,” Jyn whispers, even though she had been much younger when she started. He must have been recently conscripted. “Krennic, he’s just a kid.”

She knows that Cassian conscripted at a young age. Now, she sees him in that chair instead of Cado, young and broken and bloody. Her stomach rolls and bile rises up in her throat. This isn’t right, this isn't right.

“He’s a rebel,” he replies, and then guard slices off one of Cado’s fingers.

“Private Cado Dravvad. Seven-four-five-six-six-four. Private Cado Dravvad. Fuck -- seven-f-four. . .seven-four-five. . .six-six-four. . .”

“Are you going to answer my first question or is the private here going to lose another finger?”

“Don’t do this,” she pleads, her mask of indifference shattering in the face of a young kid who’s being tortured in her place. “This isn’t his fight and you know it. Please.”

“Answer the question.”

"I don't know!" she cries out, trying to break free. "They didn't tell me anything about where they were going. I don't know where they are!"

Krennic taps his chin, as if he's considering her answer for the hundredth time she's told him. "Not good enough."

This time, the guard cuts off two of the boy’s fingers and the resulting scream is something she knows is going to be repeating in her head for days after.

“Seven-four-five. . .six-six-four.”

“Do try and cooperate, Miss Erso. Private Dravvad only has so many fingers.”

Jyn bites down on her tongue and coppery taste of blood fills her mouth. “Where are you from, Cado?”

“Coruscant,” he rasps back with a small smile, even in the face of torture. “Used t’ live in the. . .the slums though. . .”

“I lived there too, when I was very young,” she replies softly, trying to blink away tears. It’s useless -- they fall anyway. “I don’t remember much of it.”

“I’ll show. . .you around if -- Fuck!” The guard cuts off his remaining fingers on his left hand and Cado swears violently, tears streaming down his face too. Blood squirts out of the wounds, a steady drip adding to the pools below him.

“My patience is wearing thin, Jyn,” Krennic says evenly. The guard wipes the blood off of the vibroblade on the material of his pants and holds it to the boy’s throat. Jyn’s heart constricts. “Will you cooperate or not?”

Jyn knows what's coming next.

"I don't think it hurts much," she murmurs, trying to soothe. Cado's scared eyes dart to hers and she forces a smile. All of the fight leaving her body in a heavy breath. Her gazes takes in his appearance, trying to remember his face. "It'll be okay. I promise." 

“I know what -- what I signed up. . .for, miss,” he says softly.

“Enough!” Krennic yells, then snatches the blade out of the guard’s grip and cuts Cado’s throat himself.

Jyn collapses. If it weren’t for the guard’s strong grip, she would have fallen to the floor. She watches Cado’s life leave his eyes and watches the blood flow out of his neck. It’s getting his uniform dirty. Bloodstains are difficult to get out of clothing.

Krennic motions for the guards to take her out of the room. She notices the lack of blood staining his white uniform. It’s pristine and clean as always. “Reflect on this. His death is on your conscience now. I hope that you’ll be more cooperative in a couple of hours.”

“I hate you,” she snaps suddenly, all of her fire returning. Her jaw hardens and her eyes flash. “You’ll pay for this. I’ll make you pay.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Miss Erso,” he chides as his guards drag her back to her cell. They unceremoniously throw her in and she lands in a heap, but doesn’t bother to get on her feet.

When she hears the guards leave her, she curls up even tighter and sobs.

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Endless list of favourite Rogue One fics → Gray Areas by theputterer

Gray, in all its varieties, serves as a perfect understanding of who Cassian Andor is. Gray gives Cassian Andor’s life meaning. It colors it, entirely. The life of Cassian Andor, from the ice-covered mountains of Fest, to the white sand beaches of Scarif, and all the gray areas in between.

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Desperation--- Jyn x Cassian

I thought I'd attempt some rebelcaptain fan fiction. It's probably really bad but I tried. I hope you like it. :) ----------------------------------------------- Jyn had known that they were on a suicide mission but she hadn’t wanted to believe it. Even as she fought side by side with Cassian and surged forward through the battle, she had felt as if they had a chance to survive. Her survival instincts had kicked in as she and Cassian climbed through the vault of files, looking for the Death Star master plan. And when she stood, facing her enemy she had still clung to the hope that she would win. That they would survive. Now she could not hope any longer. She knelt on the shore, watching as the Death Star rose over the horizon. Disbelief washed over her. There must be something she could do to survive, to make it out alive. But she knew it was hopeless. She was too tired to cry, but her body shook with dry sobs. Two hands slid around her. She looked up into the face of Cassian Andor. 
“It’s going to be ok,” he whispered. 
Jyn shook her head. 
“It’s over. There is nothing left.”
Cassian smiled down at her, his dark eyes washing her with emotion. 
“It’s not over yet,” he murmured and leaned down towards her. 
Jyn wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face towards hers. At first, she only brushed her lips against his, but as the horizon disappeared into rubble, she pulled him closer in desperation. She tried to show him everything that she’d wanted to say through her desperate kiss. She tried to make him understand that she loved him and would never let him go. Cassian pulled her closer to him as they were engulfed in the rubble and the horizon washed over them. 
————————— Jyn awoke in a cold sweat. Her body was shaking. Her hands were clutched together in desperation. She shook her head and looked around her. She was lying on a bed in a cold prison cell, looking across at the inmate in the other bed. She was still in the imperial prison, working for nothing, living without hope. She tried to remember her golden fantasy from the night before. She sighed. It had only been a dream.

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the softening blows ch. 8

AU. cassian and jyn meet at a halloween party.

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“Come here,” he says, leaning back against the couch and tugging on her arm. She comes closer, crowding him in, and they’re body to body. It’s as soft as the snow meeting the ground, the same silence filling the space around them. It feels alive and real, energized like when the power comes back on after hours without it: nothing, and then everything at once.

Isn’t that how it is with her? Everything all at once...

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Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer:

“Where are you going?” Cassian murmured against Jyn’s neck as she twisted towards the edge of the bed. Her hand – the one that wasn’t tangled in the hair at the nape of Cassian’s neck – reached down to the pile of clothes she’d discarded earlier; Cassian’s hand followed it, gripping it before she could shuffle through the clothes and pulling it back to him. 

“My comlink went off,” she said, shaking her head. “I need to check it.”

“No, you don’t,” Cassian assured her, whispering the words into her wrist, his lips caressing the same spot a moment later. “You just got back from a mission and you have twelve hours until you have any more obligations to the Alliance.”

Jyn laughed, pulling Cassian’s head up so she could smirk at him. “You were so responsible before you met me. What did I do to you?”

“Nothing I didn’t want.”

As his lips captured hers again, she didn’t fight it, just sunk further back into their pillows (she had just gotten back from a long winded mission, after all), but it wasn’t five minutes later when her comm sounded again. Cassian groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder. With a disgruntled sigh, Jyn pushed Cassian off of her and reached for her comlink.

“What?” Jyn growled. 

“Sorry, am I interrupting something important, Erso?” the smug voice of Han Solo – Jyn’s new commanding officer since he’d been rescued from carbonite – crackled across the line. 

“Yes,” Jyn replied, short. “Something very important. It’s called my sleep.”

“You’ll need to put that on hold, kid. Headquarters needs to see us ASAP.”

Jyn groaned, rubbing a hand over her face. “I’ll be there.”

“Tell Captain Andor I say–” Jyn clicked the device off before Solo finished the sentence. 

She turned to face Cassian but before she could speak, Cassian pressed another kiss to her lips, lingering for a moment. “Stay for a few more minutes?”

She shook her head. “You heard Solo. I need to go.”

Cassian nuzzled the skin behind her ear, humming his assent. “I suppose you do.”

Almost subconsciously, Jyn’s head rolled to the side, and Cassian took advantage by kissing lines down her neck.

“You’re not making this very easy.”

“Never said I would fight fair.”

With another gentle shove, Jyn pushed Cassian away from her, sitting up before he could protest again. She smiled over her shoulder at him, a teasing glint in her eye. 

“And I would never protest, but I’ll need you to hold that thought for when I return, Captain.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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Pleasure With The Pain - Six

a/n: wowie, look who finally finished another chapter of this fic after a month. ugh, i hate that it took me so long, especially since i know a ton of people read this fic and love it and i'm so sorry it took so long, but take this new chapter as an apology for being terrible. as always, i hope you guys like it <3

p.s. it's semi-smutty, not like full blown, but enough.

rating: m

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Nothing compares to a soulmate, or so Jyn had heard from the few people she knew of that had their soulmates. No kiss, no touch, no amount of sex you’ve had before finding your soulmate will ever compare to the intensity that’s shared when you find them. But there was a lingering worry in the back of her mind; she’d only had sex once just to try it, Cassian had ventured into this intimacy a couple of time and knew what he was doing, at least from what Jyn could tell on her end.

The doors to Cassian’s quarters closed behind them, and without missing a beat, Cassian’s lips crashed down around hers, scooping her up and pinning her against the wall. It took Jyn a moment to finally kiss back and wrap her legs around his waist to get some extra support. He wasn’t wasting any time with this, knowing exactly what she wanted and unafraid to take control to take the worry away from her. Jyn let herself relax, despite still wanting to worry about what the hell she was supposed to do in situations like this, the more Cassian kissed her, the less she worried.

His hands started to skim up her waist, pinning her just a bit closer to the wall to help keep her up and steady. She felt his calloused hands meet the smooth skin of her abdomen, trying to commit the feeling of the friction to her memory for how good it felt.

“I’ve got you,” Cassian mumbled in-between kisses, “I’ve got you.”

“I know.” Jyn replied with a smile.

For the first time, she knew that someone meant what they said, she knew Cassian wasn’t going to leave - she’d been the one trying to leave before, but now, things were different. She had a reason to stay, no matter how foolish it might seem, how reckless it was to find your soulmate in the middle of a war; what mattered now was that she had found him, against all odds, he was here, and he wasn’t going to let anyone take him away from her, not even Jyn herself.

He pulled back from her for a moment, catching his breath while he placed light kisses against her neck. Jyn tangled her hands in his hair and couldn’t help but love the feeling, she just didn’t want the contact with him to ever end. All too soon, Cassian pulled away again, only this time it was to push up her shirt slightly, his eyes locked on her all the while until Jyn made the move to get her shirt off completely. Cassian paused at this, his eyes scanning over every inch of her, taking in the sight of her almost bare before him.

Jyn took the moment for her chance to try and even the two of them out, her nimble fingers working to unbutton the few top buttons on Cassian’s shirt, giving her more skin to kiss. When her hands touched the newly exposed skin on him, he seemed to snap back to the reality of the situation.

“You get easily distracted.” Jyn smirked.

“Well, you’re distracting.” Cassian countered.

“Hopefully not distracting enough to make you forget what we’re trying to do here.” Jyn said, bringing herself forward in his embrace, her soft lips pressing light kiss after kiss to his neck.

“WIth those thoughts racing through your head, I don’t think you’d let me forget.” Cassian gave a slight laugh, Jyn smiled against his skin.

Cassian took control of the moment again, pressing Jyn back against the wall slightly and letting her help him get his shirt off. This time it was Jyn’s turn to stop and stare, her fingers running over all the scars she knew too well, all the painful ones she’d felt and had marking her own body, and all the ones that hadn’t been deep enough to reach her but she’d felt them all the same. Seeing those scars only made things all the more real; this wasn’t some sick trick or illusion, he was hers.

Jyn let her lips crash down against his as if she needed him in order to breathe, and in that moment, she felt as if she did needed him like that. Cassian’s grip around her waist tightened, and keeping the kiss between them going, he slowly started to try and guide them from the wall and to his bed. He only broke the kiss at the last moment to set her down against the sheets before his lips found hers again while he climbed on top of her, her fingers already slipping under the waistband of his pants and seeking more.

“You’re so impatient.” Cassian laughed when he broke their kiss, reaching down for the button on her pants instead.

“I just know what I want.” Jyn replied, her fingers undoing his pants in turn, though Cassian managed to get hers off first.

Cassian let her get his pants off next, leaving the both of them only in their underwear, their minds racing with other thoughts, mainly of ones that consisted of kissing every inch of bare skin they saw now before them. Jyn wrapped her arms around Cassian’s neck, pulling herself up just a bit off the bed, enough for Cassian’s hands to snake behind her back and unhook her bra, the both of them wanting nothing more other than to be able to touch as much bare skin as they could on one another. It didn’t take long for Cassian to go for her underwear next before Jyn tugged at his boxers; there was nothing gentle or ceremonious about the moment between them now, they needed each other, it was a desire they couldn’t contain and something they didn’t want to control.

Everything past that was rough, they knew exactly what they wanted from one another, their bond hiding nothing and making it only that much easier to start eliciting moans from one another by kissing all the right places. Jyn, however, wanted all of the control in this moment, wrapping her legs around his waist and using everything she had to flip them over, Cassian below her now and staring up at her in something like awe, though she was too busy trying to get him to moan to truly notice. It was like a sensory overload for her, she knew Cassian felt the same way, but then again Jyn often heard that the first time for soulmates wasn’t the time to explore what felt good and how their bodies reacted to one another - it was a time for hunger and desire to take over and get exactly what they wanted from one another, there was no use in fighting it.

The two were tangled in sheets at the end of it all, hair messed up and sticking to their faces from the sweat, lips swollen, and chests heaving in attempts to get some air into their lungs. Cassian was sure he’d never felt that way with anyone ever before, and he didn’t know what exactly prompted Jyn to want to jump into this, but he didn’t care in that moment. He knew the first time with soulmates was supposed to be more like a frenzy, a release of emotions that had been pent up from years of being apart until they could find each other in that one moment and let everything go. He didn’t think it would be like trying to catch your breath while in the middle of a sandstorm, trying to find any and every opening to breath while the rest of him was caught up in seeking out a pleasure he couldn’t even ever try to define or explain. It was just Jyn, it was all he saw and felt, and it was the best moment of his entire life, even now just laying with her with this newfound closeness between them was the most satisfying moment of his life.

He didn’t know what to say to her now that they were just there, he wasn’t even sure he could fully form words at the moment, but he took the small smile she offered up to him as something positive and good, and was more than content with that. Cassian pulled her closer for a moment, pressing a kiss lightly to her forehead before untangling himself briefly, rolling onto his side to face her. Jyn rested a hand on the side of his face, trying to push back some of the hair from his face.

“You got the brown eyes.” Jyn mumbled.

“What?” Cassian asked.

“You got the brown eyes out of the two of us,” Jyn repeated, “I always thought I would have ended up with them.”

“I was hoping I’d get them, the green eye looked a little weird with me.” Cassian smirked.

“It wasn’t so bad,” Jyn said, “I liked it on you.”

“Well, I think the green eyes suit you better.” Cassian said, leaning in to press another kiss to her forehead.

The touches and contact was slightly dulled now, everything no longer having to be so pent up, but he still felt those sparks dancing across his skin whenever a new part of him met a new part of her. He knew that intensity would return the moment they spent even just a few minutes apart and untangled from one another, but right now he’d enjoy this moment where everything was perfectly sated. If only this simple moment between them could last forever.

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The River

When I was a child, I grew up by the river Lea there was something in the water and now that something’s in me

- River Lea by Adele

On Lah’mu, some distance from their homestead, there was a river running through a gorge between the hills. The air over it was misty despite the clear day and strange trees grew on the river banks, with twisted trunks and craggy, black bark, swallowing the sunlight and casting the space by the water into semi-darkness. The water looked odd, too; there were dark swirls like liquid smoke that drew intricate patterns onto the muddy river bed. But the thing she remembered most vividly afterwards was the smell that hung in the air, sweet like dying flowers.

Jyn found it when she was six, chasing after a small animal she had seen in the fields. It disappeared just as she caught a glimpse of the river, but she forgot about it immediately, drawn in by the hypnotic swirls of mist above the water. In the luscious landscape of Lah’mu that was so rich with colour, it was unnerving to see a place so devoid of it. She felt drawn to it despite that, or maybe because of it, even though the smell and the strange and sudden quiet lay heavy on her chest. It felt like a forbidden place, where something bad had happened, but that just made it more curious to her.

She had climbed down the flank of the hill to touch the surface of the water, when papa called after her, branches snapping noisily underneath his feet as he scrambled down to the water.

“What did we say about touching things we do not know?”

His voice was soft as ever, but as he drew closer and took in the view, there was a glint of something in his eyes, as though he recognised this place.

“What are you doing here, Jyn?”

“I saw an animal,” she answered absent-mindedly, stepping closer towards the river. “Why is the water looking so weird, papa?”

He drew closer and placed a hand on her shoulder, eyes still fixed on the swirling dark water.

“I don’t know, stardust,” he said very quietly. “Probably a mineral in the ground. Maybe your mother will know.”

“Do you think it’s dangerous?” Jyn inquired, filled with more morbid fascination than fear.

“Perhaps. I think we should leave, Jyn,” papa said quietly, his hand tightening on her shoulder. “Come on now.”

Papa forbade her to go back, even though mama said the water was probably not dangerous unless you drank it. But sometimes, when she hugged him goodnight after a long day, she found the smell of the river clinging to his clothes, and he had that same strange look in his eyes that he had when they’d been by the water, as though the steams rising from the surface had seeped into his head and taken a hold there.

 Sometimes, she would dream of the river – no dramatic nightmares, no monsters, though. Just the deep, morbid melancholy and the sickly sweet smell, and the deafening silence.

And she was always, always alone.

But mostly, she remembered it when the feeling came on its own – she grew gloomy and apathetic when she was left to her thoughts for too long. It wasn’t much of a problem while she was with Saw; he and his men kept her busy, and busy was good, even if it meant throwing grenades. It got worse when she was on her own, when she hid away in dark corners for days on end, sadness creeping through her veins like the mist above the water, spreading further and further.

It was only then that she realised it wasn’t the view her father had recognised, back on the riverbank, but the feeling. That he’d felt like this, too, and that was why he’d gone back so many times. Felt the itch to just walk into the water, just float away –

It was in her blood, then. Maybe that was why the stream had called to her as it did. Then again, she had always wondered if the water they had drunk came from the same spring as the river, and if it did, what drinking it might have done to them. Eventually, she found it was easier to see it that way, that there’d been something in the water that made her this way, because then it might go away again, someday.

She hoped it would, but the memory haunted her, and after Scarif when she sat curled up on her bed in the middle of the night, listening to the others’ faint breathing, the sweet smell hung in her nose, and she almost mistook the bubbling of the bacta tank for the whispering of the river.

What if the others didn’t make it, and she’d never see them again? Or worse, what if they did, and they didn’t care to?

What if they saw her for what she was, now that it was over; what if they realised that she wasn’t what the rebels said she was, that she wasn’t strong, that she wasn’t… a hero?

When would someone tell her that she had served her purpose, outstayed her welcome –

She should leave, before that happened.

Gently, she swung her feet off the bed and felt for her gloves on the nightstand in the dark, the smell growing stronger in her nose. She tried to ignore it. Her left hand found the crystal around her neck (still there), then her fingers closed around the gloves and she slowly got to her feet, a small hiss of pain escaping her despite her best effort.

“Jyn?”

She pressed her eyes shut. Kriff. She hadn’t even noticed that he’d woken up.

The sheets ruffled as he tried awkwardly to push himself up onto his elbows, teeth gritted in pain.

“Don’t –“ she whispered, making a few involuntary steps towards him. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

His dark eyes locked with hers. “You’re leaving.”

She wanted to say it was none of his business, wanted to lie and tell him to go back to sleep, wanted –

She didn’t find an answer, so she said nothing.

His eyes flickered over her face, searching. “We need people like you, Jyn.”

She scoffed. “I’m not the kind of person you need. There’s something wrong with me.” He opened his mouth to argue, but she shook her head, cut him off. “You’ll find out. I’m not… whatever you’re seeing, when you look at me like that, I’m not that person, and I’ll disappoint you, and I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I think I see you just fine,” he said quietly, after a moment.

“We hardly know each other,” she bit back, which was true, but felt like a cold, awful thing to say, and she could see hurt flicker across his features as soon as it was out, and something in her faltered.

“I didn’t –“

He shook his head, just slightly, and she fell silent.

“You heard them earlier,” he said after a while. “About your father.”

“They were right.”

“Jyn, that’s not –“

“There was something wrong with my father, and I have it too, and he was strong enough to fight it and he didn’t give up but what if I do?” The words tumbled from her lips before she could stop them. She took a deep breath and resumed, a little calmer: “I’m a liability. You don’t need me.”

“There’s something wrong with all of us, Jyn,” he said softly.

“I –“

“Stay,” he said abruptly. “Please.”

“I –“

“Just – just for a while.”

She tried to make out his face in the darkness, but couldn’t see it clearly. “Why?”

“Because you’re wrong. You’re stronger than your father. And I –“ His voice caught, in pain perhaps. “I don’t know if I’d give up,” he added, very quietly. “If you left.”

She hesitated, and he saw it.

“Just… Don’t go now,” he said gently. “At least wait until you’re better. Get a little rest.”

She sighed, then nodded, and he smiled a little.

“Fine. Until we’re better,” she repeated softly and tapped back to her bed. She could wait a few more days, maybe even a few more weeks. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to go.

(She didn’t dream of the river again. Not for a few nights, anyway.)

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I really love modern au rebelcaptain stories! But I feel as if I've read most of them. Do you have any you'd recommend? A small list perhaps?

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