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theputterer · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

tagged by my friend @fortysevenswrites

this order is somewhat loose, it changes depending on my Mood.

gray areas

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.

to the surprise of absolutely fucking no one, gray areas continues to be my beloved, the first fic I posted and the OG Nonsense. while I don't think the prose is particularly noteworthy (some of it is quite good but you can also tell I was Possessed and just banging out the chapters like a machine), I'm still very proud of the plot and themes I managed to drag out of it. I am obsessed with the idea of the narrative explicitly telling you what is going to happen even while the character(s) don't know, and that happens a lot in this. (there is no way to change the ending). I think the original characters in this are also interesting, particularly Asori, Nerezza, and Taraja; and Zeferino, who many readers were stunningly fond of, lol. when I wrote it in 2016/2017 it was still in line with the "canon" backstory, something I did put some effort in. Andor has absolutely shut the door on that one but I think the story still holds up as an alternate take on what Cassian Andor's backstory could have been.

2. to meet beyond shadows

Five years after the Battle of Crait, the Resistance wages a fierce war against the First Order. Jedi Master Ben Organa-Solo guides the New Jedi Order in the war, and their fight against Supreme Leader Kylo Ren and his Knights. But there are evils waiting to be awakened. Words that must be said. Myths that must be realized. Brothers that must be confronted. The end is near. [Or: Ben Solo is not the one who becomes Kylo Ren, in this full TROS AU/rewrite.]

I return to this series a lot, my Sequel Trilogy AU in which Leia and Han had identical twin sons, expanding on the twin themes present thru Star Wars (literal twins but also metaphorical twins, good and evil, light and dark etc). one of them goes the Kylo Ren route while the other does not. my take on Kylo in the Sequel Trilogy is that he never had a chance with the uniqueness he couldn't help, and that he inherited all the worst traits of the Skywalkers, so it was fun to explore what might have happened if he had a brother who was his mirror, a brother who was the best of the Skywalkers yet loved him unconditionally still. I wrote a lot about brothers on opposite sides who still loved each other so desperately in the Nonsense, and this series built on that foundation. (Local Woman Who Is Not A Brother Constantly Writes About Brothers). Ben has a really great arc in this series that's one of the finest character arcs I've ever done, if not THE finest. and I so treasured the way multiple readers came to sympathize and understand Bail/Kylo and his ultimate ending, a character who was never interested in redemption but sort of stumbled into it anyway. this last story in the series is the biggest departure from the Sequel Trilogy as a whole (the other two mostly followed TFA and TLJ) and I think it's very good. I love the plot, the Old EU lore I borrowed from, the tragedy and the euphoria, seeing the end coming and being powerless to stop it, and the ultimate messages it shared. **chef's kiss** [my gravestone will probably read something like "here lies theputterer who died as she lived; trying to get people to read her Sequel Trilogy AU"] [honestly this fic might be the best I've ever written, at least Technically speaking]

3. death trembles to take us

Jyn has walked the Earth for over four thousand years, leading a team of warriors. They’ve fought in hundreds of battles, and died hundreds of times, returning to take up their weapons and fight again. They choose to fight for what they believe in, as the world turns and changes around them. But in Juba, they encounter an existential threat, one they have never seen before. And meanwhile, on the other side of the world, an assassin dies on a city street, only to rise again. [A THE OLD GUARD au]

the little story that could! a very self-indulgent AU that got such a lovely and gratifying response from the fandom(s). (special shoutout to the SEVERAL readers who gave this fic a shot even tho they'd never seen The Old Guard and/or didn't care for it lol). I am quite proud of it. it was fun to explore history and come up with backstories for the Rogue One gang that still meshed with what we know of them in canon. I like the themes and messages the story delivered. I would also be deeply remiss in not Once Again thanking @rifle-yes for the support and enthusiasm. at least half of the readers of this fic were drawn to it thanks to their efforts. I also don't think I would have attempted my Fringe AU without the readers of this story.

4. Lady Lazarus

A woman dies in Venice. That’s how the story goes. It’s very important they follow where the story goes. Where it’s supposed to go.

listen. I was also very surprised. I watched the Mission: Impossible movies for the first time this summer and totally fell in love with Ilsa Faust, this very cool and interesting spy with somewhat fluid loyalties. also the movies fucking rule. go see Dead Reckoning: Part One while it's still in theaters. as a known connoisseur of the Tragic Love Story, I ate that shit up and wrote a speculative story/ character study exploring Ilsa in the movie. prayer circle it becomes correct. I like the flow of this fic and the prose of it is quite nice and also all the resurrection bits. Rebecca Ferguson forever!!!

5. a ghost story

He looked at Fima. “The shadow; the man. What did he look like?” Fima swallowed, and Cassian did not like the way his son was looking at him, with something akin to wariness, something close to fear. “Like you.” [Or: a ghost story about fathers, sons, and the trauma of abandonment.]

I think all of my little short stories in the Nonsense Expanded Universe are nice and so this last spot could be interchangeable. but I am very fond of a ghost story, in that it is sweet and tragic and allows Cassian a bit of understanding with who Gabriel was, something he desperately needed and was very much paling in comparison to all he came to know about Serafima. also ghosts/hauntings are very fun.

tagging: @rifle-yes, @callioope @vaderkat @alecjmarsh and anyone else who wants to give it a shot!

#writing #my writing #my fic #personal #it remains very funny how i will go to bat for my fics any day of the week #but getting me to praise or even look at my original stories sends me into the ocean

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forfoxessake · 1 year

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MAY (2023)

Sort of an odd month, lots of series and music, but slow on movies and books.

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Andor - Season 01 (2022-)

It took many months to finish this and I don’t regret forcing myself to continue it, the third act is truly something unique. I think my problem with this was that it was the wrong moment for, it demands a sort of concentration and ability to follow that I didn’t have at the time, and now I believe I didn’t know enough about the lore of Star Wars to fully understand it.

The Lying Life of Adults (2023)

This was my least favorite Elena Ferrante novel and this adaptation made me see these characters and situations differently.

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (2017-2023)

I don’t know how to say goodbye to this series, it made me feel so much. I’m glad we got a beautiful final season, where the end was present in every episode, we got to see the after and the before while living in the moments that change everything for her. Precious.

Ted Lasso (2020-2023)

While not as perfect of an ending as Mrs. Maisel, still a good time to end something that was nearly perfect. When you start Ted Lasso you don’t assume that it’s going to be a series about love, acceptance, and understanding until it punches you in the face and you are left with so much love to give in return.

Sanditon (2019-2023)

They did what they could with an unfinished Jane Austen novel and had to build an entirely different series after the two romantic interests of the main lady left after season one. It’s good that they choose to wrap it up as they could, focusing on the characters' growth.

Servant (2019-2023)

I’m thankful that this ended so greatly, season 03 slowed things down for me, so much so that it took me a while to watch the final season. They ended with all the elements that made me enjoy this narrative so much, sometimes even playing with our expectations, but with an ending that ties back to where it all started. We need to go through all the horror to understand grief.

Queer Eye - Season 07 (2018-)

I love them but they missed the point with a few episodes, there were so moments that I think Karamo especially went too hard at the hero, confronting when he clearly should be directing the person to a therapist. And an episode where everybody wanted the hero to change to be a better boyfriend and just not see how much he needed help with his self-image. It left me with a bad taste in my mouth, we kind of forget how wrong it is to make people’s real life into entertainment

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MOVIES

Bones and All (2022) Directed by Luca Guadagnino

Timothée Chalamet - Taylor Russell - Michael Stuhlbarg

I would have loved this as a teen. I still love it as an adult, but I don't think I'm the target demographic for it. Teens deserve love stories that are complex and horror filled. Enough with the easy dumb stuff.

Saint Maud (2019) Directed by Rose Glass

Morfydd Clark - Jennifer Ehle

This the kind of horror movie I love, quiet and unassuming, that has something to say about a lot of things and still makes things tense and breathtaking.

While it deals with a delicate subject, it does so with care and understanding.

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countessren · 4 years

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STAR WARS DIALOGUE PROMPTS

1. “You can’t always do everything on your own”

2. “That’s not how the force works”

3. “Everything I have built, and you would dare to betray me?”

4. “Don’t look at me like that”

5. “How very romantic of you” “I try my best, sweetheart”

6. “Are you capable of saying more than one word?”

7. “Let’s make a deal” “No thank you, I prefer living”

8. “Don’t do this”

9. “You’re more than a man behind a mask you know”

10. “Could you give me a hand?” “I could, but will I?”

11. “You don’t know me”

12. “I love you” “I know”

13. “Give me one good reason why I should trust you”

14. “I would do anything for you, you know that right?”

15. “Can you stay, please?” “Of course”

16. “You can’t be serious right? You expect me to do the impossible”

17. “I need more than one drink to put up with your crap”

18. “We are stranded here together, so we may as well work together to get off this rock alive”

19. “I’m too tired to deal with all your negativity”

20. “Who did this to you?”

21. “What do you mean that ‘you broke the ship’?”

22. “In this profession, you get used to people leaving you”

23. “Why are you so insistent on me wearing this?”

24. “You need to sleep”

25. “Don’t. Move.”

26. “Don’t you die on me”

27. “I’m sorry...I’m so, so sorry”

28. “I know you hate me, but this is taking it too far”

29. “I don’t care what you think of me, I only care about what others would think of us”

30. “I want you to promise me that you will come back to me alive” “You know me, I’ll try”

31. “Stay close to me”

32. “If we get caught, just know that I will blame you”

33. “You are mine and mine only, understand?”

34. “Move” “Make me”

35. “You will regret ever hurting her, that I promise you”

36. “You never cared about me before, so why start caring now?” “...because I love you”

37. “Give me a chance to make it up to you” “I did, and you blew it”

38. “Why should I trust you” “Because I just saved your life, and showing some respect would be nice”

39. “You’re injured” “I’m fine”

40. “Tell me something, why is it that you always come to me to fix your problems?”

41. “H-Help me...please”

42. “I can’t...you’re asking too much of me”

43. “If there is one thing I have learned, it’s that you don’t underestimate me”

44. “If you move that blaster an inch closer to my face you are going to lose that hand”

45. “If you don’t let her go right now, I swear I will break every bone in your body”

46. “My life would be so much harder without you”

47. “You almost died, you...you stopped breathing”

48. “If we are going to work together, can you at least have more than a one-word conversation with me?” “No”

49. “I can’t let you do this alone”

50. “Thank you for opening up to me, I’m proud of you”

51. “Tell me what to do” “Don’t leave me”

52. “I’ve definitely seen more stranger things than this”

53. “Don’t move too much, you’ll hurt yourself”

54. “I can’t believe you”

55. “Tell me something I don’t know” “Your eye twitches when you get annoyed” “Only because it’s you that annoys me”

56. “Just...don't do anything stupid” “I’ll try but I can’t guarantee anything”

57. “Let. Her. Go”

58. “Don’t tell me what to do” “Well someone has to otherwise you’ll likely get yourself killed”

59. “Would you like me to be honest or would you like me to sugarcoat it for you?” “Sugarcoat it” “Okay then, well...I can’t do this, we’re screwed”

60. “Is that my shirt?” “You can’t prove anything”

61. “I think he likes you”

62. “I’m the best damn pilot in the galaxy” “I think you missed putting the word ‘second’ in there somewhere”

63. “Where are you taking me?” “You need to relax more. You need to see the world around you, and find some sort of peace within yourself...even if it is just for a little while”

64. “Tell me why I should stay” “Because I need you...I...I’m not good with this sort of stuff”

65. “Under no circumstances are you to leave this ship. You’ll hurt yourself even more”

66. “I’ve collected many bounties, but you are by far the strangest” “I’ll pretend not to be offended by that”

67. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner” “I’m alive, aren’t I? You had perfect timing”

68. “Don’t leave me alone, please. Not after...”

69. “Sleep, you’ve done enough for today”

70. “It’s pretty cozy in here” “We are in a holding cell” “I was trying to lighten up the mood, you just had to ruin it didn’t you”

71. “People assume that I’m not easily approachable. They are right, but still, they assume”

72. “These children adore you” “All you have to do is listen, and be attentive instead of using brute force half of the time” “Brute force is all I know” “That’s not what I see when you are with the kid”

73. “If I have to listen to one more damn excuse, I’m walking out of this room”

74. “The force works in mysterious ways”

75. “I can...I can um...give you hand...if you would like”

76. “What do I have to do in order for you to see that everything that I have done, I have done for you”

77. “That doesn’t go there” “Then where does it go?” “Not there! Put it back where you found it” “I found it right here!”

78. “I could be lying in a nice, warm and cozy bed right now. But no. Instead, I am stuck shivering in the freezing cold snow with you”

79. “Black doesn’t suit you” “It’s my uniform” “I meant what I said”

80. “One day. One day I’ll see who is behind that helmet” “In your dreams” “Maybe”

81. “If you lay one more hand on her, I swear I will tear you apart”

82. “It’s only a few bruises” “A few bruises too many”

83. “I’ll be fine. You need to focus on the mission at hand”

84. “I would rather die than tell you anything” “Well, don’t make my job any easier”

85. “I can’t lose you” “You won’t...you never will”

86. “All I want you to do is listen to me...I just...you always manage to get hurt and I...just please”

87. “I need you to know that you mean everything to me”

88. “You’re freezing” “I’m fine”

89. “How is it that you always manage to get me to defend your impulsive actions?”

90. “Pretend that there is no one else here but us”

91. “A lightsabre is one of the most dangerous weapons in the galaxy, you shouldn’t wield it around like its a toy”

92. “Put that down!”

93. “I’ve never felt like this before” “Like what?” “Like I’m going to be suffocated by your arms around my chest”

94. “You’re lying to me” “About what?” “About the compressor. It’s not broken, you just want me to ‘fix it’ so you can spend time with me”

95. “Don’t drag me into this, you dug this hole yourself”

96. “When this is over, I’m going to marry you” “I would certainly hope so, you dragged me into this in the first place”

97. “I love you more than words can say”

98. “Promise me one thing: that you will stay by my side no matter what is thrown our way. I promise, I will protect you from every threat, every danger, and from everyone that wishes to harm you”

99. “Don’t drop that, if you do you might blow up the planet”

100. “I’m not leaving you here...not this time. I love you”

Characters I write for: Cal Kestis, Han Solo, Kylo Ren, Artimage Hux, Poe Dameron, Cassian Andor, Anakin Skywalker, The Mandalorian, Luke Skywalker, Finn, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

DM or comment the number of the prompt/s and the character you want then with and I will have the prompt up as soon as I can.

#star wars #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker #the mandalorian #cal kestis #han solo #kylo ren #artimage hux #poe dameron #cassian andor #luke skywalker #finn #obi-wan kenobi

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andorerso · 4 years

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let the cat out of the bag

Modern AU. M-rated, no smut but lot of references to sex. Super silly!

It starts after the first time they sleep together.

They aren’t dating, they aren’t even friends – but he’s the hot classmate she always had a thing for, and when they’re paired up for a project that leads her to invite him up to her apartment to prepare, she can’t hold herself back anymore.

It’s clearly mutual; she hasn’t picked up on it before, but it’s hard to ignore it then. Cassian is giving her signals, flirting even, and she doesn’t think too much of it before she kisses him. His response is pretty enthusiastic, and it isn’t long before their clothes disappear.

Studying blissfully forgotten – for the time – Jyn has the pleasure of enjoying the best sex of her life. And that’s all it’s supposed to be. They both agree that neither of them has time for a relationship, but that doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy the hot sex between them every once in a while, and hot sex, it is. A quick discussion in bed to make sure they’re on the same page, and they move right onto round two. Then three and four.

Truthfully, they don’t get any studying done that night.

Then between rounds three and four, Cassian gets up to get a quick snack for themselves from her fridge while she goes to use the bathroom. She finds him scratching her cat’s ears when she emerges, totally unaware of the incredulous stare she’s giving him.

“Hey, cute cat,” he says, his lips quirking up into a smile when Mimi arches her body towards him, butting his palm with her head. She’s purring, and Jyn feels like she’s in a different dimension. “What’s her name?”

“Uhm.” Shaking her head free of confusion, she says, “Mimi. She usually doesn’t take to strangers like this.”

That’s an understatement. Mimi looks like a harmless floof, and it usually lures unsuspecting victims into underestimating her, which is a big mistake to make. She has a vicious streak; many a guest and even friends have ended up with nasty scratch marks for daring to try and touch her. Bodhi is terrified of her to this day and jokingly calls her Jyn’s “doppelganger.”

“She’s you in cat form,” he told her affectionately. Jyn rolled her eyes but he wasn’t too far off.

Mimi doesn’t like strangers and she doesn’t trust them. She isn’t a particularly affectionate cat to begin with, not even with Jyn – who is undoubtedly the only person she seems to tolerate.

So it’s a shock, to say at least, to see Cassian rubbing Mimi behind her ears and his hand not being bitten off. In fact, Mimi’s eyes are closed in contentment, a low purring sound reverberating through her tiny body. Jyn almost feels a little jealous – but of who, she isn’t sure.

Cassian looks up at her with a quirk of his lips, eyes sparkling in amusement.

“Guess I’m special then.”

Then it goes on.

Jyn brings Cassian home one night, pushing him to the sofa and crawling into his lap without much preamble, attaching her mouth back to his. She grabs his cock, not in the mood for foreplay, and hears Cassian hiss in response. But just as she’s about to take off her shirt, Mimi jumps up on the couch and meows loudly.

Jyn breaks away in surprise. It isn’t like her cat to be so needy – but as she blinks at Mimi in confusion, she realizes she isn’t groveling for her attention.

Of course.

Cassian laughs in amusement, like this is all funny, and reaches out to give Mimi an affectionate pat on the head.

“Hey, Mimi. Missed me, did you?”

What the fuck is going on.

Jyn stares at them both incredulously. She’s just trying to get some good dick, goddammit, and here is her own cat, usually a grouch, being a cockblock because she decided she’s just as putty in Cassian Andor’s hands as any other girl.

He really has a certain effect on the female population but this is ridiculous.

Jyn clears her through loudly, drawing Cassian’s attention back to her.

“Sorry, do you wanna keep playing with that pussy or mine?”

“Jesus, Jyn.”

Surprise etched on his face, she feels a momentary thrill of satisfaction at having scandalized him.

“Too much?”

“No, that’s… that’s fine, just – not in front of your cat.”

“Come on, she can’t understand you.”

“It’s weird.”

As they’re talking, Mimi puts her little paw on Cassian’s shoulder as though she is begging for his attention, like the desperate little whore she is. Jyn gives her a glare. Traitor.

“You just like her because she likes you.”

“Yeah, so? I must be doing something right here.”

“I’ll show you something right,” she murmurs somewhat menacingly, then kisses him again, pushing his chest until he’s lying fully on his back. Perfect.

Maybe she’ll suck his dick now. She would bet he won’t be thinking about her cat then.

Satisfied with that plan, she reaches for his jeans and promptly undoes his zipper. He gives her a weird look and glances sideways at Mimi who’s now sitting on the armrest, watching them curiously. Jesus.

“Uhm, Jyn? Can we move this to your bedroom? I don’t want your cat to see my dick.”

She rolls her eyes but stands up, landing him a hand. “Why not? I walk around her naked all the time.”

“And I’m sure she’s very traumatized from that,” he jokes, earning himself a punch to the chest. As she turns around, his echoing laughter follows her all the way inside her bedroom.

Jyn complains about it to Bodhi a few weeks later, grumbling about how her own cat likes her fuck buddy more than she likes her. It’s some sort of karmic joke for sure.

“I swear he’s the cat whisperer or something,” she groans.

Bodhi hums noncommittally. His expression is too neutral which is… worrying.

“Maybe Mimi is onto something.”

She blinks at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that she literally hates everybody but you.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Jyn protests feebly. “She’s just not a fan of people.”

“But somehow, she likes this guy,” Bodhi goes on, ignoring her intervention. “Think maybe she’s picking up on your feelings?”

“You’re reaching,” Jyn tells him firmly, ignoring the way her heartbeat speeds up for some reason. “I don’t even know him.”

“You know him plenty well from what I understand.”

Jyn rolls her eyes again.

“It’s not gonna happen, Bodhi.”

“Sure, okay,” he agrees like the good sport he is. She can tell he doesn’t agree but he isn’t the type to push. “But I’ll tell you this – your cat is smarter than you.”

And Jyn punches his shoulder.

She’s literally riding Cassian when there’s a distinct high-pitched meow from the other side of the door. Jyn stops bouncing on his dick, turning her incredulous stare to the closed door of her bedroom. Cassian laughs.

“Oh, you gotta be kidding with me.”

“Ignore it,” he tells her, grabbing her chin and tilting her face back to his.

“But –” she begins but can’t finish as Cassian gives her a searing kiss and rolls his hips up to hers. Fuck it. Ignore it, she will.

In the end, the noises they make are louder than Mimi’s anyway.

When Cassian is leaving that night, Mimi runs quickly to his feet, a ball of white fluff as she circles his legs, purring. And wailing. Wailing, it seems, to stop him from leaving.

Jyn buries her face in her hand, embarrassed beyond belief, but Cassian is, of course, incredibly amused by all this. She almost wonders if he actually likes Mimi more than her.

“Hey, what is it?” he asks as he crouches down and gives Mimi another good rub under her chin. Jyn’s heart gives a strange beat at the sight. “Wanna come with me? I don’t think Jyn would like that very much.”

“Take her,” she deadpans, dedicated to ignoring the weird fluttering in her stomach. “She clearly likes you more.”

He stands up, smirking at her. “We have a connection. Don’t be jealous.”

“Of who?” she retorts, her tone sarcastic… though, it could have been a serious question.

Cassian doesn’t answer but his smile widens. Almost like he sees right through her act. She can’t tell if it thrills or makes her uncomfortable.

“Goodnight, Jyn.”

He leans in to kiss her cheek, her eyes fluttering shut at the unexpected gesture. She keeps them firmly closed even as she hears him bend down to give Mimi one more affectionate rub before grabbing his coat.

At the sound of her closing door, Jyn’s eyes open, her breath leaving her chest in a whoosh. She stares at Mimi with unconcealed resentment as the cat blinks up at her in innocence.

“This is all your fault.”

So.

Maybe she’s catching feelings. Whatever. It’s fine.

It’s just her stupid cat’s fault – seeing them together, seeing him so in tune with her, it’s messing with her head. Mimi is a pain in the ass but she’s Jyn’s baby, and she’s never met anyone who actually liked her and wasn’t mildly scared of her.

That’s all. If she doesn’t see them together anymore, she’ll be fine.

The next time Cassian comes over, Jyn has locked Mimi in the kitchen with fresh water and plenty of food to last her the night. The little devil has nothing to complain about. But as soon as Cassian arrives and they start taking their clothes off, scattered along the hallway, Mimi begins to scratch at the door, wailing tragically. Jyn pretends she doesn’t hear but Cassian does not.

“Hey, isn’t that Mimi?” he gasps, out of breath as Jyn is kissing down his bare chest.

She glances up at him with a pointed look. “Are you here to see her or me?”

Then she swirls her tongue around his nipple which renders him speechless for a moment.

But he doesn’t give up. “Doesn’t she want to come out?”

Jyn pulls away now, straightening to look at him. “She’ll be fine. But if you don’t have your fingers in me in the next five minutes, I won’t be.”

With that, she pulls him towards her bathroom, and Cassian doesn’t resist any longer.

It doesn’t last though.

She manages to stop them from meeting a few times when Cassian comes over, always getting straight to business, then throwing him out the door the minute they’re done. She feels a little bad about it, honestly – but they agreed on no strings attached from the start so she doesn’t owe him anything. Besides, she makes sure to treat him really well while he’s still here so he has nothing to complain about. She’s a thorough lover.

Still, Mimi gives her the stink eye every time she lets her out of the kitchen, and Jyn realizes she can’t keep this up forever. Not if she wants to continue seeing Cassian – and well, why wouldn’t she? It’s been a few months since they started sleeping together but the sex hasn’t gotten boring yet. She’s prepared to hold out until it does, or until one of them finds an actual relationship. (Which is more likely to be him than her but alas. That’s fine too.)

Yet, the ever-rising threat of catching feelings for Cassian almost makes her reconsider. Maybe it’s better to cut her losses now. She can’t – wouldn’t – get rid of Mimi. If one of them has to go, it would have to be Cassian.

That’s what Jyn is thinking about when Cassian comes over that night and Mimi runs to the door to greet him. She had hidden under the couch the whole afternoon, refusing to move no matter how much Jyn tried. No treats, no food, no toy got her to come out. She waited until the knock on the door came and sprinted straight to Cassian’s legs.

His face lights up in a smile like he’s actually missed the stupid cat too. Jyn can only watch in horror as he crouches down to greet her like an old friend.

“Hey there, buddy. How are you today?”

It’s not like she’s gonna answer you, stupid, Jyn thinks, but she’s aware that she’s being a bit nasty. It usually tends to happen when feelings are involved.

“There you go,” he murmurs, rubbing Mimi’s chin. “Good girl.”

Jyn’s face flushes at that, remembering other times she’s heard him say those words.

“Don’t call her that,” she chokes out, voice a little strained. Cassian looks up at her, his gaze darkening with lust as their eyes meet, but he doesn’t answer. He stands abruptly, walking over to her without a word, and kisses her.

It’s a hard kiss, not something to ease them into it, just getting straight to business. Jyn doesn’t mind but her head reels from the sharp turn as he breaks away to bite her earlobe, his hands groping for her breasts. Her breath and legs are getting a little shaky. With a quick maneuver, he lifts her up, her legs locking around his waist as he carries her into the bedroom.

He goes down on her without even taking off all of her clothes, and right then, Mimi is the farthest thing from her mind.

For the first time since they started having sex, they fall asleep together.

Usually, Cassian takes a shower, gets dressed, goes on about his business. Jyn doesn’t mind, it’s the arrangement they have.

But something about tonight has been… intense and exhausting – in a good way. She could barely feel her limbs by the time they finished, and when Cassian collapsed next to her, breathing heavily, she didn’t say anything. Let him catch his breath, she figured. But the warmth radiating from him was so reassuring and comfortable that her eyes quickly fluttered closed, and she must have fallen asleep after that. When she wakes, it’s after midnight, and though she distinctly remembers resting her head against Cassian’s shoulder, he’s now gone.

Bitter disappointment unfurling in her stomach, she sits up slowly. It’s for the best. She doesn’t need any more confusing feelings. But god, her sheets still smell like him, and she admits to herself that maybe she has a little crush and it isn’t just because of her cat.

It’s a thought she regrets as soon as she walks out of her bedroom. Because there, in all his glory, stands Cassian – petting her cat.

And seeing him half-naked, hair a mess, smile soft and mellow, stroking a purring Mimi is an image that she knows she won’t be able to get rid of. She can’t take back her confession now. The longing she feels as she stares at them is undeniable.

“What are you doing?” she whispers to make her presence known, her voice still sleepy.

Cassian looks at her but his hands never leave Mimi’s head.

“I’m petting your cat.”

“I can tell. You’re supposed to be petting me,” she says, but it’s quiet and lacking the exasperation she usually feels in these moments.

“I already have,” he points out, matching her tone. The smile on his face is gentle rather than smug, in contrast with his words.

“Cassian,” she begins, taking a deep breath before biting the bullet. “You can’t do this.”

“What?” he asks, and he seems genuinely confused.

Jyn gestures around with her hands. “Be nice to my cat.”

His eyebrows rise high, looking more confused than before.

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s just – it’s not helping me a lot.”

“With what?”

“With my crush on you,” Jyn groans, giving up on fighting it. What the hell, she might as well see what he thinks. Maybe he feels the same.

And if not – well, she’s only losing the best sex of her life. She can deal with that, probably.

Stunned silence follows. Then he lets out a chuckle, his eyes sparkling in amusement.

“I’m sorry, am I so irresistible petting your cat that you’re literally asking me to stop being nice to her?”

Jyn grumbles. When he put it like that…

“I’m not asking you to kick her in the head. Just stop petting her, maybe?”

“Okay.” He nods a few times, stepping away from Mimi who meows once in outrage. Without taking his eyes off her, Cassian moves closer. “Then I have a better proposal for you. How about you let me take you out on a date and I keep being nice to your cat?”

“I…” Jyn pauses. Oh. She was hoping for this but she didn’t let herself believe in it. A slow smile unfurls on her lips. “I think Mimi would like that.”

Cassian, now close enough to touch, winds his arms around her neck, her hands going around his waist.

“And you? Would you like that?”

“Yeah.” She smiles up at him shyly. “I think I would like it too.”

And when she looks at Mimi, Jyn swears she looks a little smug

#rebelcaptain #dailyrebelcaptain #therebelcaptainnetwork #my fics #i wanted to put in the prompt but i can't link nor put in the picture #because it doesn't show up in the tags that way #sigh #ANYWAY super silly but i enjoyed this #mimi the cat

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i-write-sometimes-blog · 4 years

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Elope (Jyn Erso x Cassian's Sister Reader)

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Jyn x Cassians Sister Reader? Where they have to hide because her brother is super protective? Thank you!! By anon

Word count: 1,305

A/N: I wrote this through the whole week during my courses when I was bored so if there's any mistake keep that on mind. Also i got a little carried away. Hope you like it!!!

It was a calm day at the rebel base, the humid weather of the jungle was somehow decent at this time of the day and the sound of people running from side to side flooded the place, only muffled from time to time by the sound of the engines of ships that were leaving and arriving at the hangars. Yet, the only thing that mattered to you was that you had Jyn by your side.

Your head was resting on her shoulder as you both admired the green landscape of the base. In the distance the planet Yavin prime could be seen in the sky, it was a giant compared with the moon you were in. Jyn had just returned from a long and complicated mission and as soon as her ship landed she ran to search for you. She knew she’d find you at the highest point accessible in the Great Temple, your hiding spot and perfect place to watch the sunset, away from the curious gazes of the base where the gossip flies faster than a X-wing.

This little hideout was a sanctuary for you where the war and the danger didn’t exist, it was just her and you. Jyn wasn’t someone to let her guard down easily but in this place she allowed herself to do so, just because she was with you. She enjoyed holding you close to her, it felt right, it felt safe, you were her home.

Jyn often told you about her missions, what went wrong or right and how the team always managed to pull it off. You listened carefully to her words every time, fascinated by her adventures and all the worlds she described to you, people she met and all the places she helped liberate from the Empire.

Sometimes you couldn’t help but feel jealous to be out there on missions and not just waiting in base all day but you knew it was impossible, your brother Cassian had made an arrangement a few years ago to keep you on the base all the time, to keep you out of danger. You thought it was a bit too much but you also understand why he did it, you were the only family he had left after all.

“I can’t believe you get to go out there.” you sighed once Jyn had finished the report of her most recent mission on a planet that you had already forgotten its name but you could still imagine its crowded streets. “I’d love to see it up close.”

Looking at the longing you were watching in the sky, Jyn's mind created a fast plan to get you out of the jungle, even just for a while. Jyn knew how much you wanted to see the stars.

“Then, let’s go.” Jyn told you with a smile dancing over her lips and a playful look on her face. You laughed thinking she was joking but after you met her gaze it was obvious it was no joke.

“Are you serious?” you asked, she nodded. “Jyn, you know I can’t leave the base. Cassian would kill me-”

“Cassian doesn’t need to know.” She said, already getting ready to leave your little hideout.

“But-”

“I don’t care what he says, we’re going out”. Jyn told you.

A big smile curved your lips as you watched her walking towards the hangar. You felt a bit nervous about disobeying Cassian’s order to stay in base what he’d say if he found out, but what’s life without a little risk?. Jyn was an expert on breaking the rules after all, a trouble maker according to your brother and definitely the last person he wanted to see you with, so who better could you escape with?

But your nerves calmed when you found yourself piloting the small ship you stole, amazed with the blue and white tunnel of hyperspace that you hadn’t seen in so long. You could feel Jyn’s eye on you, didn’t need to see her to know there was a soft smile on her face and a loving look in her eyes.

She had the same look on her face when you landed on the mysterious planet and when you were walking through the crowded streets of the busy city, she was genuinely happy to be there with you, no need to hide.

Under the bright colorful lights of the city Jyn’s eyes seemed to shimmer in a magical way. You looked at her for a moment as she took a sip of her drink, you would never get tired of her green eyes and her delicate features. She had done many lovely things for you yet this was the sweetest.

“Jyn, thanks.” you told her, taking her hand on yours. “For bringing me here, it’s nice to leave the jungle for a bit.”

“Anytime, love.” she told you with a smile. “We should do this more often.”

“You mean disobeying direct orders, stealing a ship and runway to some random planet for a drink? I’m in.”

“Why when you say it like that it sounds like a bad thing?” Jyn laughed.

“We kinda did break a few rules, Jyn.” you chuckled.

“Oh, come on, Y/N!” she laughed “Don’t bring the rules right now, we were having a good time.” She said sliding a hand around your waist to pull you closer to her body. “I am having a great time.” you giggled. “I’d love to visit more planets with you.” you told her after thinking it for a moment. You were in a war and in a war everyday could be the last, you decided you wanted as many days with Jyn as possible.

“Then it’s settled.” she smiled before she brushed her lips on yours pulling you into a rather delicate kiss that you wouldn’t expect from a girl as tough as her but it was a side very people knew. You enjoyed her closeness and her soft touch as much as you could when the sound of a comlink beeping took you back to reality, forcing you to break the kiss.

As soon as you answered the communicator you heard your brother’s voice.

“Where are you?” Cassian asked, he didn’t sound very happy. You held the small device close to you trying to come up with an excuse.

“I’m taking inventory.” you lied.

“You still don’t know how to lie, Y/N.” he said.

“Well at least she doesn’t hide things and that’s why I trust her, Cassian.” Jyn interfered.

“Is that Jyn?” Cassian sounded so surprised and even angrier now. “Oh, I knew she would cause trouble, she’s so undisciplined-”

“Whatever you say, Andor.” Jyn said, taking your comlink and immediately turning it off leaving only the echo of your brother’s voice behind. “I can’t believe that you’re family, you’re so different.” Jyn told you.

“Yes, we are.” giggling you said. “We should go back to base now.”

Jyn looked at you for a moment before nodding in agreement.

“Alright. But first, we take one last round of this corellian whisky” she said with a teasing gaze. You shook your head, she was unpredictable sometimes and she knew you couldn’t say no to that precious smile of her.

“Fine.” you chuckled. “But just one round, Jyn.” you warned her.

She ordered a new round and then another and you knew it was just to keep you a little longer by her side before returning to the base where the war and the chaos was waiting for you in a briefing room, maybe even a new mission for Jyn, which meant a new season of looking at the sky of the base waiting for her. So you took the most of those moments by her side because in times like these every moment was gold and Jyn was a treasure.

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kopykunoichi · 4 years

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The Legacy of Star Wars: An Open Letter to the Writers and Creators of A Galaxy Far, Far Away

“Suddenly the Rebellion is real for you. Some of us live it. I’ve been in this fight since I was six years old!” ~ Cassian Andor

I saw a great meme once that played off that quote, meant to depict an older fan describing to a newer fan how they had been invested in the story of Star Wars from childhood. I could relate. Though I am not old enough to have seen the original Star Wars movies in theater, they were a significant part of my childhood. I remember renting the original theatrical VHS from our local video store all the time when I was little. Then we bought the digitally remastered Special Edition VHS Box Set and I spent the next decade wearing them out! We would have popcorn and Star Wars marathons all the time. My friends and I would always pretend we were in the story. My swingset was the Millennium Falcon. I was that 11-year-old girl who would argue with my friends over who was hotter - Luke or Han. (The correct answer is Han, of course!) My mother would read the Expanded Universe novels to me in the afternoons and we would talk about the characters. All my spending money went to Jedi Apprentice books and 6 inch action figures. In short, I loved Star Wars.

I was 13 when The Phantom Menace hit theaters, and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to get to see new stories from my favorite fictional universe play out on the big screen. Though I struggled a bit with some of the acting, the story was absolutely amazing to me. Star Wars felt all the more real to me with the amazing graphics and intense action sequences - not to mention the layers of politics and the complexity of the story. I watched Revenge of the Sith several times in theaters, and though it broke my heart to see Anakin’s fall, I never considered it to be a sad ending overall, when taken as a whole with the original trilogy.

When the Clone Wars aired in 2008, I was ecstatic. Here was an Anakin I could actually get into (sorry, Hayden). I loved him. I adored Ahsoka. I wanted to marry Rex. The character development and the plot deepened my attachment to that era, and made me question everything I had previously taken for granted as good and bad. The whole system was flawed - the Republic and the Jedi. It wasn’t just a matter of mistakes being made and the wool being pulled over their eyes, there was deep rooted corruption in the side that I once felt was “good”. The light side and the dark side were not as black and white as I thought. I found myself strongly disliking some of the “good guys” and deeply sympathizing with some downright detestable people (I don’t know how you got me to care for Maul, Filoni - but well done). While the series had not yet ended, we knew where it was going. But still, we had already lived through the pain of Order 66, and we knew that the story would eventually culminate in a victory at the end of Return of the Jedi.

I couldn’t believe our luck when the first installment of the sequel trilogy hit the theaters in 2015. It had some of the feelings of a reboot, but I was beyond thrilled to have a series of Star Wars movies that I could now share with my children, as my parents had shared them with me. Though it was hard to say goodbye to the first love of my life, Han Solo - I just knew that Ben would be redeemed and Han’s sacrifice would be worth it...

2016 brought us Rogue One. We knew how that one was going to end too, but we still ate it up. I fell in love with a whole new set of characters, only to see each and every one of them die in the end. Talk about tragedy. But Leia’s line about hope reminded us that five minutes later, a whiny little farm boy was about to have his whole life upended in the best sort of way...so it was okay. Sort of.

Four years of Rebels ended in 2018, and it was so, so lovely - but it hurt so, so much. My perfect, beautiful space family had been torn apart with Kanan’s death. Ezra was missing. Rex was a 29-year-old man who should have been in his prime, but was instead struggling with the wear and tear of a 60-year-old body. Ahsoka was separated from him - AGAIN - and then she left with Sabine to look for Ezra. The ending still held the promise of the fight to come with the Empire, but the majority of our characters were left in a place of grief and brokenness.

2019 brought an end to the sequel trilogy. Once again, we had characters who pulled at our heartstrings, and an interesting struggle between “light” and “dark” that reminded me of the complexities introduced in The Clone Wars. It became more apparent than ever that balance in the Force did not mean the light triumphing over the dark, but instead a harmony between the two. At least, that’s what I thought. Until I watched every person I loved from the original trilogy die, Palpatine come back (and die) again, and the same exact ending of Return of the Jedi played out before me - except not as happy. Why? Because Anakin’s legacy had been reduced to ashes - his rise, fall, redemption, and sacrifice rendered null and void. The last Skywalker was redeemed and promptly killed, just like his grandfather. But because Rey Palpatine decided that she identified as Rey Skywalker, it was supposed to be okay. She then went to go hang out (or live?) alone on Tatooine because that’s where it all started. I was dumbfounded. This was the satisfying, hopeful, ending we were promised? How?

Believe it or not, I’m not here to trash the sequels - I enjoyed them very much - right up until the last 20 minutes. But in that space of time, the entire legacy of the Skywalker family went up in smoke, and the legacy of Star Wars along with it. Since Return of the Jedi, there have been no happy endings to a Star Wars movie trilogy or TV show. And with the ending of The Rise of Skywalker, that one happy ending we did have was ripped from us as well. Star Wars is now a never ending series of tragic endings. The lessons we are left with: Don’t fall in love in Star Wars, it will end badly. Your actions ultimately result in failure. As soon as you turn good, you die. There is no balance in the Force, just a pendulum swinging back and forth for all time.

Then The Clone Wars finally got her last season. I didn’t think Order 66 could have hurt worse, but Filoni set out to prove us all wrong...and succeeded. I’m still not over it. And once more, the bitterness I felt over the ending to the sequels (which had begun to subside) flared up all over again. What was it all for? All that pain. All that sacrifice. No happy endings.

I still love Star Wars. Nothing can take that away from me. No amount of bad writing can change that. And there are still plenty of good writers and creators working on Star Wars content. But good writers spinning tales of tragedy and endless pain negates the power of good writing. The Star Wars of my childhood is not the Star Wars of today. We wore out those VHS tapes because we loved the stories and the people. But my kids are not going to wear out DVDs where everyone they love dies or ends up alone. They aren’t going to queue up those digital movies and series over and over - because who wants to subject themselves to that kind of torture?

Just about the only safe space for Star Wars fans right now is fanfiction archives where the people who love the characters are busy writing fix-it fics to squeeze some sort of satisfying ending out of the canon content. The Mandalorian is literally our last hope for a Star Wars story that has the potential to end well. I swear, if Din Djarin ends up dead or alone at the end of this series, I’m going to lose it. The overwhelming sentiment of the Star Wars fanbase - from original trilogy fanboys to Tumblr blogging Reylos, and everyone in between - is that of dissatisfaction with canon content (with the exception of The Mandalorian). So much so, that many fans are just saying “screw it” and churning out a myriad of fanfiction AUs because there is no way to salvage what has been written. Half of Tumblr is in therapy after The Rise of Skywalker ending and the last episode of Clone Wars - but they weren’t exactly stable to begin with. The other forums and social media platforms are not much better, though.

It’s not just about the quality of writing - because Filoni and co. have done exceptional work with The Clone Wars, Rebels, and The Mandalorian. It’s the tragedy, guys. We can’t take it anymore. Is this really what we want the Star Wars legacy to be? Sadness? Despair? It’s a story about war - people are going to die. I get that. Victory comes at a price, but the cost can’t be worse than the victory. I want to sit down with my kids and watch Star Wars over and over again. The Mandalorian has given us a taste of that - but I’m almost afraid of where it will go. We’ve been burned so many times, I’m beginning to know what Anakin felt like on Mustafar - writhing in agony and screaming “I hate you” to someone he once loved.

I remember happier days when Luke and Leia and Han were laughing and smiling with their friends while Yoda, Obi-Wan, and Anakin looked on. I want that back. Filoni. Favreau. Creators. Writers. Producers. Directors. You are our only hope for canon content. Use The Mandalorian wisely. Use Din’s story to bless other characters. Here’s some ideas:

Let Din have a happy ending! Preferably with someone he loves and respects at his side (like Cara).

Let Cara become a Mandalorian - and put Paz Vizsla in charge of her training (we need to see them spar).

Let what’s left of the Tribe establish a new Mandalorian colony - and let Sabine Wren lead it. And give her that Darksaber back - she earned it.

Let Ezra come back from regions unknown with a deeper understanding of the Force, and have him train the child in the new colony.

Forget the Jedi and Sith, let’s start a medical training center/hospital run by Force users who can help heal people when modern medicine fails!

Ahsoka can use her talents for that too.

Find the rest of the child’s race and bring any of their Force sensitives onboard.

Let Boba Fett and Din have their epic showdown, but then use a sample of Boba’s unaltered DNA and some mystical Force healing to restore Rex’s body to what a 43-year-old should be (and then he can marry Ahsoka so we can have the Clone/Jedi couple we always wanted...thanks to you, Filoni).

Let the Mandalorians partner with the New Republic in the Outer Rim as law enforcement instead of bounty hunters, so they can get their reputation back.

They can train new recruits and pilots, just like Fenn Rau trained clones.

Let them keep their autonomy and traditions, while helping keep the New Republic honest.

Let them be a force for good in the galaxy, for once.

The Mandalorian could serve as the vessel to give a lot of characters with unresolved or tragic storylines some closure and better endings. If not The Mandalorian, then other new shows. My 6-year-old daughter wants nothing more than to be Ahsoka Tano. My 3-year-old son asks me to watch The Mandalorian every day. My 18-month-old daughter walks around in her brother’s Mandalorian helmet babbling “Way”. Please let me share the Star Wars legacy that I grew up loving with them. Let me show them the happy endings I enjoyed. Let me show them that even in the midst of conflict, not every life has to be ruined. Let me show them a Star Wars story with a satisfying ending. Hope. Redemption. Love. That’s what Star Wars means to me.

May the Force be With You (and your pens),

Rebekah, A Star Wars Fan

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A car, two cops and a stardust — a RebelCaptain road trip fic

by @pingou7 pingou for @thestarbirdfromtheashesStarbird

(aka the Road trip fic Diego Luna’s filmography made me write)

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Summary:

As the dusty roads criss under Kes Dameron’s old car, Cassian Andor lets the wind mess with his hair through the open window. Dust, sunshine, laughter, its easy to recapture the taste of days long gone.

(…)

At a gas station near Corpus Chirsti, when they climb back after taking a piss, both jump out of their skins as a random brunette, eyes thunderous, hisses dangerously from the backseat:

“Just pretend I’m not here.”

Update: Part 8 is published !

This part is dedicated to the ever kind @imsfire2 because she provided inspiration and support.

Read more on AO3 (or under the cut)

Part 8: Fresnillo, Zacatecas, Day 6.

Walking back, they both try to keep their eyes focused on the path, trying their best to ignore the shift occurring between them. Against her own volition however, several times Jyn catches his eyes slipping to the right, quickly taking a look at her.

She feels like a teenager and she’s sure that somewhere Saw is frowning at her, like that one time when he realized she had a hickey on her neck. She’d been what, fourteen? So far, her interactions with Cassian have been much more tame, but the fact that Kes chose to retreat back early left them unbalanced, in uncharted territory.

She knows Gerrera would be disappointed in her if he knew that she let herself have fun while on the run. Not only she has let herself enjoy the beat and Cassian’s hold, but his chuckle too and his arm still nesting under hers as he guides her back in the busy streets of Fresnillo. She should pry his arm away but she doesn’t want to.

At Saba's house, Kes has been waiting for them, or at least they still find him nursing his drink under the arbor. Their host is already snoring in his hammock and doesn’t stir at all. What an odd duck their friend is, not at all the kind of acquaintance she would picture the two cops to have!

She envies other people’s easiness, it’s been five days since she’d last seen Bodhi, since she has run out of her flat, and while she has slept, she had not rested since. She called Baze before dinner, but as it went straight to voicemail, she didn’t leave a message. No trace back to Mexico just in case.

Kes seems surprised to see them, his gaze plainly showing he had somehow expected Cassian and her to make a beeline for the closest bed. Truthfully, Jyn’s blood is quite heated still, but it’s a gentle warmth, not the scorching blaze his friend had lit earlier this evening. However tempting it would be to discover if Cassian’s prowess included more intimate activities than dancing, she could not permit it.

Come morning they would be back to a runaway and two cops traveling together due to unlikely circumstances. Nothing more. And okay they’re amazingly friendly but while she is willing to risk her safety, she will not yield to the supposed attraction she feels for Captain Andor. Nothing good will come of it, she can let it become enjoyable, perhaps, but never distracting.

“Jyn, won’t you take a seat?” Cassian asks right on point, likely realizing she has zoned out.

“Enjoy yourself, did you kids?” Kes taunts instead, wiggling his eyebrows before stretching in his own chair.

“At least we weren’t drinking alone, cabrón,” Cassian deflects by eyeing the clear content in his friend’s glass.

“Let me drown my loneliness in peace, I did you a favor. Plus, I miss my wife and son and puppy and Sab’s not a great distraction.”

“How much did you have already, you’re turning whiny Dameron.”

“Not much, I would not want to steal your thunder, Mr. I’m brooding unless I can demonstrate my sick moves,” he replies, smirking.

“And what poison exactly is into this glass?”

Despite her current curiosity, Jyn cannot prevent a smile from blooming on her lips at their usual banter — leave it to her to snatch a comedic duo... — but it does make her curious and she doesn’t wish for the night to end yet. She doesn’t doubt that tomorrow they will be back on their insane road trip so she focuses on mundane things and sweet summer nights while they last.

“Mezcal, you didn’t learn about it, through your wanderlust? It’s a liquor made from agave.”

“I don’t think I do, but I’ve heard the name before. It’s something like tequila?”

The Charolastras share a long glance across from her, clearly having a silent conversation or a private joke, then Kes cracks his knuckles, adopting ostensibly a teaching stance. For a second she’s amused by his antics again, as Cassian solemnly pours the clear liquid into two tiny bowls set on the table. Jyn guesses they’re not fooling around like she assumed when Kes states calmly:

“While more known — and thus exported — Tequila is actually only made from blue agave, it’s mostly for tourists.”

“Don’t be snotty Dameron, tequila is still good. One properly made, that is. But I find Mezcal more varied,” Cassian offers.

“Why, there’s different sorts?”

“Of course, around forty to fifty sorts, I think,” Kes frowns, clearly looking at his best mate for confirmation. “You know, it’s actually a refined process, not easy to make and to find. I don’t have the exact ratio but —“

“After a hard acquired harvest, it takes cutting, burning, pressing by feet and several distilling,” Cassian cuts in, “so it takes days — sometimes more than a week — before a single drop ends up in a bottle. Actually the ratio is around ten kg for a single liter of liquor. It’s like... the sweat of Mexico, more precisely it’s the tears of fire of this country.”

“You’re really passionate about it, guys, it’s weird to hear Cass waxing poetry, Kes-adillas I’d understand, but...”

All to their admiration for this Mexican drinkable piece of culture, they don’t pick up the nicknames, despite the little smile that lifts a corner of her mouth. She’s even more intrigued, Cassian can tell, because he pushes his tiny bowl in her direction:

“Have a taste, Jyn.”

“Hey, this is no girlie stuff, let’s get her cheap tequila instead.”

“Excuse me, Sergeant Dameron, but I can probably drink you both under the table and besides, I’m not one for girlie stuff, I told you before.”

Both nod and the clear liquid burns in her mouth, its aroma surprisingly rich and smoky. She sips slowly like Kes does in front of her and she understands how their patriotism can shine through this particular alcohol. It’s great.

“How do you know so much about it anyway? Has it always been your preferred drink?”

“That too,” Cassian answers after a few seconds, “but actually, my father was a producer. Nothing professional, but he made a few bottles for family and friends.”

“So you helped him? I guess that’s why you’re so precise then...”

She’s fishing for information with less discretion than she usually observes, because alcohol effects aside, anything that entails learning facts about Cassian is worth the shot — pun intended. For all their constant nagging about her being closed off, he for one isn’t as forward as Kes. Yet her remark strains his smile further and Dameron stares stubbornly at the table when his friend replies:

“I didn’t get to help him, just saw him about. I was too young then.”

Not missing a beat, Cassian murmurs, as if speaking to himself:

“And I’m too old now.”

She’s startled and even Kes is left agape when he gets up suddenly and bids them a hasty goodnight without even pausing to hear their answer. Not that they could have uttered a single word, that is. Once Cassian disappears, Jyn turns to Kes hoping to make sense of this unexpected behavior, but he just shrugs.

“What the heck happened? What did I do?”

“Don’t worry Jyn, it’s just Cassian being... rudo. It will be better in the morning. It’s not easy for him to go back to Mexico, I think it’s worse for him than for me. I focus on good memories, he gets assaulted by bad ones. It’s not your fault.”

Yet, guilt is marring his handsome features, his flat tone indicating that it is far from the first time Cassian pulled something like this and he couldn’t stop it. She too feels sheepish, though even without Dameron’s reassurance, she realizes she had done nothing wrong. Be as it may, trying to understand things better, she asks:

“I got my past laid bare already, can’t you explain what has gotten into him?”

“It’s not my story to tell. But you might know that we’ve been raised by Gina’s sister before getting to the US?” At her nod he adds: “I’ve been orphaned young too and it’s harsh, but Cassian, he was devastated. He’s still beating himself up over it twenty years later.”

If Jyn Erso understands anything about life, it’s that you’re always carrying your ghosts wherever you go. Some days, it’s a light comforting presence, but more often than not it’s an unavoidable burden.

“I didn’t show it before,” Jyn starts awkwardly, changing the subject, “but as far as cops go, you’ve both been great with me. I’m not easy to be around, but you took in everything like troopers and I gave very little in return.”

“Don’t sweat it, having you around is an unexpected happenstance, designed by our Lord above or destiny if you prefer to put it like that, yet I value your presence. You reach Cassian so you deserve everything we can lend you, because, even including tonight, you’re making him smile Jyn, up to his crinkling eyes.”

“You do too, Kes. Watching you is like witnessing a comedic duo, when you’re not bickering.”

“That’s because I’ve got a lifetime of getting under his skin, I mean, he’s my brother, has been since first grade.”

“So?”

“If you asked around about Captain Andor, people who work with him every day would say he’s dedicated, loyal to a fault, a perfect soldier. But not the kind of guy easy to please, nor overly friendly.”

“He told me he’s circumspect but I understand that, I’m not exactly a Disney princess ether.”

“Can’t fault you here,” Kes snorts good-naturally before adding in a quiet voice she almost doesn’t catch, “but maybe that’s why with you, he lets his guard down, he reaches out, and I see you meeting him halfway.”

An angel passes, Jyn’s heart hammering stupidly in her chest and it takes everything not to raise the bait. Instead, she manages to ask flippantly:

“Cop, singer, romantic poet, therapist, you’re a man of many talents, aren’t you Kes-adillas?”

“I must be, with you two. But still, consider what I said, and now I close this delightful chat, I feel my balls shriveling up already.”

“Can’t have that.”

“My wife would never overcome the loss,” he deadpans while she lets out a giggle.

His sense of humor is clearly devastating but his eyes remain kind and serious. He stands up, has a gesture as if to kiss her on the cheek, but she instinctively squares her shoulders and he opts for squeezing her arm instead.

“Sleep well, Stardust,” he whispers gently, retreating back to the house.

“You too, Kes, and... thanks.”

He smiles and goes in what she had surmised to be Sandro’s room. Nobody had dared waking him up though, so she supposes it’s free for Kes to take. Honestly this particular stop is really weird... she hopes the morning, ridiculously close now, will clear the air because she might need all her might for the rest of the trip.

She debates with herself before entering the other free room — their host had prepared his couch for one of them, after all. But Gina’s bag is in that room so she must disturb Cassian if only to use necessary stuff. A shower before going to sleep sounds heavenly indeed.

She knocks and he bids her to enter instantly. He doesn’t acknowledge her presence beyond that though. His tight expression hardens his whole face and she doesn’t need Kes to tell her that he’s unnecessarily brooding.

But she had this kind of outburst before, she’s no stranger to family issues and she owes Cassian more than anybody. So, copying how Bodhi acts whenever she’s in a funk, she lays down next to him, hands pillowing her head. He ignores her presence and this is just as well because she already has the retort ready even though he won’t like to hear it. When she wanted to be left alone a few days ago, he didn’t let her either. Payback is a bitch.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers finally, after twenty breaths — because yes, she keeps count, it gives her something to focus on.

“Don’t mention it Cassian, it happens to everyone.”

Well, not quite everyone, she amends when his lips strain into a bitter smile, but it happens to her on a regular basis. The unpredictable lashing out becomes encompassing and when it cools off, the unease it leaves in its wake is just as painful. No sense in beating a dead horse anyway, right?

“I just got frustrated, you know? And it boiled over. You got in the middle of this and it’s not fair to you.”

The use of the word frustrated irks her for some reason and as Cassian refuses to meet her gaze, it does nothing to abates her awkwardness. Contrary to what Kes had said, maybe she had her part in his outburst earlier. Dancing with him, having fun, flirting a bit... she shouldn’t have done that, music or not. But this side of Cassian was so magnetic she couldn’t resist the pull. She hadn’t wanted to, if she’s honest.

“I enjoyed the night, Jyn,” he says, echoing her thoughts. “I hope we can do it again sometime.”

“It felt great to leave the car, if anything.”

His eyes tighten and his lips expands a bit but he is not quite smiling. She’s somehow said the wrong thing, it sounded like a rebuke she didn’t mean, but further mumblings flee from her mind when his warm hand covers hers.

“I liked to dance with you, you’re not as bad as you seem to think. I’d want to try again,” he repeats, “if you’d let me.”

His tone is too earnest just to be speaking about dance, and she hopes the dimly lit room hides the blush blooming on her fair skin.

“You think you got me figured out then, Cassian?”

“Not quite yet. But I don’t mind so much, I can be patient.”

That she knows, somebody less tenacious would have given up by now. She doesn’t know what to make of his dedication, especially tonight.

“I should go shower and then to sleep,” she replies, “the couch is waiting for me and we’re still far from your destination, right?”

She’s never been to Mexico before and truly their map appeared quite nonsensical to her. Then again, she had quite a lot in mind when she had the opportunity to ponder on it. She hadn’t quite made up her mind to follow them all the way through then.

She wonders every morning if staying with them is the right course of action, but better the devil she knows... and, well, the Charolastras are really easy to be around, their presence are the perfect distraction. She’s even grown to like Dameron’s old mustang, she’s almost disappointed to know it won’t hit the road for much longer.

“We should reach Bernal tomorrow, but... I don’t mind if after preparing for sleep you come back here. I don’t want to chase you away.”

“I know, and you don’t, Cassian. But there’s a perfectly nice sleeping accommodation up for my taking, and... we should use this opportunity to gather our thoughts in private.”

She tried to be reassuring, to be tactful and nice, but he still nods dejectedly. Jyn should probably justify that he seems emotionally raw and she knows how mentally exhausted she is, not a good combo when sharing space, in sharing a bed all the more. But she doesn’t know how to word it without adding gasoline to the fire. Their easiness with bed sharing — not actually sleeping together except in the strictest sense of the word! — feels less and less platonic as days go on. She already can’t even explain how they’ve developed the habit, let alone how to halt it.

At a loss for words, she grabs her bag of things and breathes back a goodnight when Cassian whispers one, eyes even sadder.

It should not taste this bitter to Jyn. Surely it’s just the remnants of Mezcal on her tongue.

Yet, in the shower, curled up on the couch, she still feels his feather-light digits on her hips, and when she closes her eyes, it’s the earlier sight of his carefree smile that accompanies her to sleep.

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Start time by 1041 am Sunday December 29 2019 Completion time 1151 am Sunday December 29 2019 A Day in the Life of A Spirit Guide Helper Creative Fiction Writing Created for Fun Episode 3

Please Note that while Spirit Guide Themed this writing is Creative Fiction and a creative writing therapy channel for my writing passions that I intend to creatively create and uplift at least 3 times a week andor at least 3 times a month and independent of gratitude for the blessings and expanding opportunities for increasing my intuition self confidence and wisdom in both my personal and professional life. In order for me to fulfill my intent to spend more time with my angelic husband, I am most likely going to aim for Fridays andor Saturdays most weeks to do these types of stories in order to also free up more time for me to complete and do other things in both my personal and professional life that I intuitively and logically understand must get done andor looked into. This schedule might only be every week, every other week andor once every 3 weeks, it depends on multiple factors in my personal and professional/career/employment life that I prefer to allow myself to be currently discreet andor secretive about for good and justifiable reasons. Some times that I might alter this schedule andor write and post these types of stories to my wordpress andor tumblr account more frequently are during the upcoming months of November 2019 December 2019,January 2020, andor April 2020.

Greetings, my alias name is Prosperity Psychic in the year 2091, I am a career, money, and intuition helper to celestial spirit guides who utilize me in a helper role to inspire the earth based men and women they are in charge of with career, money, andor intuition helper ideas. Earth based Men and women in year round leadership positions have utilized myself andor the celestial spirit guides I have helped for inspiration and ideas. However, I Prosperity Psychic also help seasonal employees both who are still perfecting their leadership talents/potential/abilities and who intend to do what it legally takes even if beyond their existing comfort zones to eventually become year round employees within a year or less andor year round employees who are also striving to up their leadership game who might be looking for inspiration on their next step. I Prosperity Psychic was a cousin to both Campera and Elgae during my most recent earth lifetime. I am a career, money, and intuition helper who resides in the celestial heaven realm replicas of Wheaton Maryland and Norfolk Virginia for multiple reasons.

My most recent earth lifetime I Prosperity Psychic had been told that I resemble physical appearance wise the lead singer of Maroon 5 in the 2014 music video for Animal. I shuttled from Wheaton Maryland to Hampton Roads Virginia on a weekly basis after the age of 40 for business because I was descended from business owners who were major shareholders in the 10 mile wide indoor theme park/shopping mall/museum/library building hybrids in both the Wheaton Maryland and Norfolk Virginia area. Because of my physical appearance resemble to the lead singer of Maroon 5 in the music video for Animal coupled with my self confidence, charisma, and charm I Prosperity Psychic was able to easily secure multiple business deals for multiple shareholders of the Wheaton Maryland and Norfolk Virginia shopping mall theme park museum library hybrids who were family members. I had multiple girlfriends who were either major executives of multiple businesses or family members related to major decision makers affiliated with the businesses, hey before you judge you would do the same thing too if your looks garnered you major popularity with the ladies and even multiple men who secretly wanted to be similar to you.

To be considerate to my intimate liaisons with the ladies, I tried to be discreet and secretive about affairs and to my surprise when the women themselves told their friends this only helped my popularity even more which had both good points and challenging circumstances. For instance, at a party one night hosted by a friend who went from being a navy enlisted sailor to now officer, I was invited to a party at a secret location less than 5 miles from the Norfolk Virginia navy base when I went into one of the bedrooms of my friend’s house to try to sleep off my hangover. I didn’t tell anyone except for my friend yet somehow I woke up to an attractive yet aggressive female related to one of the descendants of the founder of Amazon half naked trying to mount herself on top of me before I gently yet firmly flung her a safe distance from my body to a nearby floor that was carpeted explaining tactfully explaining to her that I am too drunk and to maybe try another time when we are both sober. I couldn’t bring myself to tell on her because she was related to a former boss of mine who is friends with my father and she did show remorse though I politely told her that I may be far from as forgiving next time so she better avoid trying the same thing next time. Much to my shock she told one of her friends about me forgiving her who was related to a former aircraft carrier captain who is also friends with my father and this only helped my popularity with many of her female friends and male friends who have high profile yet also high job security roles and I have been asked to conceal their identities by their spirit guides for good reasons, however I Prosperity psychic can freely share the following Anyhow, later on today I Prosperity Psychic am scheduled to be at a job security fair helping earth based career and money psychics being held at the theme park shopping mall museum library within 8 hours from now and tomorrow I travel to another similar job security fair being hosted at the Norfolk Virginia location and also being hosted by over 70 career and money psychics who are going to be in multiple places throughout the indoor mall. Over 100000 men and women are expected to attend some who already have jobs, others in transition, some coming from locations outside the U.S. and globally in both locations and in addition both seasonal employees and year round employees. The reason why both job fairs are highly popular is because getting approved and being given entrance to this jobs ensures a guaranteed 4 to 6 year year round contract for the men and women selected for the positions who aim for and prize year round job security, plus despite the modest salaries of some of these jobs free room and board and food are included similar to an active duty military contract.

However, a multiple number of these civilian jobs have certain requirements that must be met and there are rooms similar to the past live screens in the Defending Your Life film that give a man or woman a glimpse into the career roles gifts and abilities that they selected themselves to have before even coming into this earth in order to increase the probability they select a role in line with their heaven divine life purpose and destiny, the good news is that one’s career destiny is at times even more wisdom expanding and self confidence expanding than an earth based man or woman would expect. The tough news is that even when following one’s career life purpose destiny multiple family and friends might emotionally distance themselves from family member for multiple reasons even when they intuitively know that the career goal is actually good andor beneficial for the family member andor the personal lives of said people might be upended, for instance for married people both married men and women they are given an intuitive glimpse into the screens as an intuitive heads up on how their marital dynamics might shift this is also done for men and women who are happy with their bachelorette andor bachelor status.

Directives are given that yes may be obvious yet also important/vital. For instance, it is repeated to job applicants of these high job security positions that even upon entrance into these guaranteed 4 to 6 year contracts that they must be prepared to self confidently face any decisions for what they plan though in my prosperity psychic role I might help andor inspire them in multiple happy ways to in the how to increase their self confidence department even if they are over 36 years old andor married, information is also given to be prepared to change how often they are online in pursuit of their career andor other type of goals, reminders are given to them to record their current and past musical interests andor other types of interests andor I might steer them to career websites, career andor money books magazines tv shows andor how to contact the celestial prosperity psychics trying to help them with the practical matters of what they can start doing today to build their likelihood to experience greater job security andor money success regardless of their current employment career money status, for instance a person who is in the process of organizing all areas of their life both offline and online and beefing up their fitness routine, I Prosperity psychic might give them the practical idea of scheduling the same 5 to 6 hours each day for their sleep routine though I might give them a target date on both the when and where to go offline real life wise to confide in about their career and money goals, giving them ideas on the top 2 to 3 career roles to aim for though it is recommended to find the wise spot between keeping options open while being focused, for instance a seasonal employee trying to become a year round employee might find it wiser to keep 2 to 8 targeted career goals in mind while avoiding comparing themselves career wise to a year round employee or another seasonal employee even if others around both of them do so. I also might play them certain songs to inspire creative ideas. For instance, I might play them the Black Dog song by Led Zeppelin to gently remind them to take a chance on a goal timeline they might discreetly set for themselves on both the when and where they might want to settle long term regardless of how much money they have andor what others think about what they are planning. The song Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money feat. Ronnie Spector I might allow play on an offline andor online radio while they are cleaning their place of current residence to remind them of an eventual home buying goal they have even if 5 years into the future because there are certain practical career and money steps actions they are going to have to eventually take within a year or sooner even if multiple others around them gossip a great deal about the offline andor online moves that one makes in doing so. I Prosperity Psychic might inspire the radio dj to play Witchy Woman by the Eagles either to remind who is listening to write their fiction story inspired by such a character andor as a polite reminder to who is listening to continue to do what they feel is best and beneficial to themselves and others in fine tuning their imagination, intuition, andor creativity talents either in increasing how much they walk andor run outside on a daily basis, drinking more water because drinking enough more water helps in metabolism and intuition faculties, archiving past andor present music, books, andor movie likes interests to get vital intuitive clues to what their higher self is telling them and much more

Start time by 109 am Sunday December 29 2019 Completion time 225 am Sunday December 29 2019 A Day in the Life of A Spirit Guide Helper Creative Fiction Writing Created for Fun Episode 2 Please Note that while Spirit Guide Themed this writing is Creative Fiction and a creative writing therapy channel for my writing passions that I intend to creatively create and uplift at least 3 times a week andor at least 3 times a month and independent of gratitude for the blessings and expanding opportunities for increasing my intuition self confidence and wisdom in both my personal and professional life. In order for me to fulfill my intent to spend more time with my angelic husband, I am most likely going to aim for Fridays andor Saturdays most weeks to do these types of stories in order to also free up more time for me to complete and do other things in both my personal and professional life that I intuitively and logically understand must get done andor looked into. This schedule might only be every week, every other week andor once every 3 weeks, it depends on multiple factors in my personal and professional/career/employment life that I prefer to allow myself to be currently discreet andor secretive about for good and justifiable reasons. Some times that I might alter this schedule andor write and post these types of stories to my wordpress andor tumblr account more frequently are during the upcoming months of November 2019 December 2019,January 2020, andor April 2020.

A Celestial Day In The Afterlife World of a Celestial Career and Money Spirit Guide Helper Episode 2 Campera’s Brother Elgae Eilyk

Hello my name is Elgae eilyk an alias to conceal my most recent earth lifetime identity that ensures privacy in my role as a celestial spirit guide helper to over 100 men, women, and children who reside in the Washington D.C. metro areas of Maryland and Virginia and certain portions of the Hampton Roads Virginia area (Virginia Beach Norfolk Chesapeake) in the year 2091. My most recent earth lifetime involved I being the older biological brother to Campera and for now I must conceal multiple details of my most recent earth lifetime identity as per the 101 celestial career and money spirit guides that I Elgae eilyk am helping. However, I Elgae Eilyk am allowed to say who I most resemble the lead singer of Bon Jovi during his bad medicine music era from the neighbors I have in the celestial replicas of Hyattsville Maryland and the celestial replica of Virginia Beach Virginia.

Elgae Eilyk accumulated more than enough spiritual growth experiences from my most recent earth lifetime to have vast homes in both of these areas, multiple reasons for this though one reason I Elgae am allowed to say is because the 101 celestial career and money spirit guides enjoy holding meetings, parties, andor class study sessions at the two homes I Elgae reside in that are super close to celestial universities that offer classes that have yet to be offered on earth, notice I elgae said yet that is because a multiple number of them are going to be offered by the year 2179, though I must be discreet which of those classes they are going to be for now. However, there are some classes I Elga am allowed to share

For instance, there is a celestial class being offered by a celestial spirit who was an intense fan of the Journey To Heaven guide by Anne Salisbury. The Celestial Spirit resembles Kylie Minogue from her Breathe song era and one of the additional celestial university professors helping her uses music to incorporate the celestial class of over 700 students who receive information on utilizing their higher selves and intuition both for themselves yet to also pass on some of this information to friends, family, and loved ones still residing on earth. The celestial professor is said to resemble Pharrell Williams from his Happy era, which reminds me

Tonight, I Elgae am helping to organize an event here in the celestial realm of Virginia Beach Virginia that is similar to the Something In The Water festival in the earth that was originally based inn the earth based location of Virginia Beach Virginia. There is going to be a costume contest to where for judges are going to hold a contest for over 150 spirits dressed in various celebrity costumes, there are celebrities both in the celestial realms like there are in the earth based realms though how they are perceived and what they experience is completely different from on earth. Of course, there is going to be much more going on at this celestial based event of There is Something In The Water though I have to be secretive/discreet for now for multiple good reasons one of them being the reunion of certain earth based spirits that are going to be conjured by their respective spirit guides in their earth based mentees sleeptime dreams in a demonstration to others how creative collaborations of multiple kinds are meant to happen both for the spiritual growth of the men and women on earth changed by the reunions though also for the growth of their celestial spirit guides-this could be platonic andor more heightened andor more controversial earth based wise which is partially why I must refrain from saying Elga more at the request of the celestial spirit guides and higher selves of the earth based people involved especially because both andor more parties are American born, there is no judgment in the earth based realms of American born or foreign born, however I Elga have agreed to discretion because reunions involving both parties that are American born could unexpectedly draw extra parties to be karmically bound to the same sex person involved for the rest of their earth lifetime regardless if that meeting was expected . What do I mean by this

For instance, let’s say I Elgae am an American born female spying on another American born female in her sleeptime dream because I want to see who she might be connecting with karmically for either another female or even another male who is wondering andor asking, even if done with good intentions and even if my spirit guides allow this the American born female spying on the American born female well now I just allowed and opened a spiritual and sleeptime portal for that American born female and I to be connected to each other for the rest of our current lifetimes in addition to any male or female allies of mine even if they are just mildly curious about her.

Anyhow, I Elga also have some business to attend to tomorrow because there is a hybrid psychic/culinary fair that is going to be held in parts of Hyattsville Maryland and College Park Maryland that is yes nearly 3 miles long, including an indoor theme park/museum/shopping mall indoor interconnected building unit that stretches all the way from the University of Maryland College Park campus through a shopping mall based in Hyattsville, in one of the building units near a camping ground area built by the year 2084 is some cherry themed culinary contest and psychic fair being featured for 12 hours with over 90 different cooks, chefs, psychics and even music DJs rotating in 3 hour shifts both to give each other time to rest and to also give plenty of time for each person to enjoy the festival for themselves with over 8000 people expected to attend with over 1000 corporate sponsors the makers of Clear Fruit Cherry Blast Water, frozen dark sweet cherries, Walt Disney World, Amazon, Busch Gardens in Williamsburg Virginia, and many more.

I Elgae want to share more of my colorful and happy life in the celestial areas I live in, though I must close this session to share the following that one of my career and money celestial spirit guide mentors are sharing with me

Accept that no matter what you do even if good intent, it is far from possible to have 100 percent of your human interactions online andor offline completely understood by 100 percent of everyone who watches you, instead of trying to get everyone to understand andor like you it is better to instead ask yourself if how you conducted yourself was the best you could have done with the best intentions and what you learned from the experiences, very simple though vital to understand because something you do tomorrow may be judged by multiple others extensively andor with tough love andor judgment though it might be something that finally helps others in some way andor encourages you to spiritually evolve become wiser even further 20 years from now or later, vital to keep in mind because continued nurturing of self confidence is key to understanding that oneself did they best they can regardless of how others are viewing how they are doing

There is beauty in men and women of various ages, complexions bodyshapes money and career statuses etc. However, a man or woman over age 36 who wants to improve themselves by becoming thinner must continually go after and believe in their goal regardless of how long it takes and regardless of the reasons this is being done. Additionally avoid comparing oneself to other success stories in becoming thinner, it is fine to be inspired though understand that results are going to vary in how long results manifest based on a person’s income, amount of free time they have, how much money they have to spend on food on a year round basis, the type of job a person works at, the neighborhood and proximity to public transportation trains and buses etc. this might have to become a top priority to the point even if time online andor even writing online has to be changed even more dramatically

If possible, a person would be able to discover a lot about themselves by any likes, interests shopping habits, andor anything else they might be able to remember and unearth about themselves from 8 years ago offline andor online, for instance a favorite musician or tv show might unearth a creative fiction book andor career andor money goal that you had andor need to be reminded of

If cleaning andor organizing a place of residence, very essential that items are organized, donated, sold, andor given away andor released trusting that even better can eventually come along and remembering that a more organized area also helps with enhanced intuition.

If possible, try to schedule the same time for sleep each night which would allow more organization and time management and enhanced intuition in other areas, if time permits keep a schedule log to look into areas that could be utilized towards further organization, taking increased action towards career andor money goals, more time on increased fitness, writing the planned creative fiction book, refining the organization of one’s living space, time spent towards preparing more meals ahead of time when feasible, time utilized towards planning intended money savings goals etc,

Start time by 1138 to 1139 pm Thursday December 26 2019 Completion time 112 am Friday December 27 2019 A Day in the Life of A Spirit Guide Helper Creative Fiction Writing Created for Fun

Hello my alias name is Campera and I am a celestial spirit guide helper in training who helps career and money spirit guides chosen by the person’s higher self. Even in the happy afterlife realm that I Campera reside in, I use an alias for multiple reasons, one of them to protect the identities of the over 70 men and women of various backgrounds and ages that I Campera help in my capacity being a career and money helper.

A little about me Campera and the person writing about me, I Campera reside in the celestial replicas of Bethesda Maryland and Virginia Beach Virginia. Why the two locations: I Campera am a career and money celestial helper to career and money spirit guides who are helping men and women from various ages and backgrounds, I have to conceal identities though I Campera am allowed to share that 60 of the earth based men and women are American born of multiple nationalities, and 5 come from various places of Europe and the other 5 come from multiple parts of the world, why this huge contrast, At least half of the America born and women that I Campera are helping travel to multiple parts of the both the U.S. and the globally for their jobs for mandatory reasons and the other half travel for fun. I Campera am open-minded to helping men and women from various backgrounds, however for reasons I have to avoid sharing for now though maybe later I Campera have been told that specialized more advanced spirit guide training is required of the celestial spirits who elect to help men and women coming from outside the U.S. and living there due to it being common knowledge that although abundant jobs are available there are different requirements that a man or woman must adhere to in the American job market depending on where they are born. What do I mean by this; an America born person might found out a possible rumor of their company being bought and major changes to take place within 12 months andor less from a sleeptime dream they had and they ponder what is best to do for both themselves and anyone else they might be living with especially if they are married. A female born outside the U.S. hears a similar rumor though understandably decides to wait things out and see what transpires even if the rumor is true for understandable reasons relating to immigration rules and job status. Even if both people have similar freedoms to live wherever they want within the U.S. there are still going to be the necessity for career and money spirit guides tailored to each situation because of the values of each person. For instance, an hourly wage person who values work might be overjoyed at the chance to work 49 hours or 50 hours one week and get to collect extra money. Another hourly wage worker might value extra time off towards getting their college education andor other reasons. Resulting from this are requests from each person’s higher selves for spirit guide help specialized for their career andor money andor educational goals which can also vary depending on the person’s cultural background, I communicate this with non judgemental intent

Currently one of the facets of my daily routine is attending at least 4 celestial classes a week on career and money spirit guide training especially because career and money trends vary from month to month. I Campera also travel a lot for my career and money spirit guide helper roles because a multiple number of the earth based men and women I am helping travel andor have lived in multiple places around the world andor the U.S. and even some of the celestial classes I have attended incorporate this in order to help me Campera understand and communicate an earth based person’s strong interests. For instance, I Campera might notice an earth based man enjoyed a song at a hotel that he stayed at in Orlando Florida near Disney World and 2 years later he temporarily helps in the opening of a hybrid indoor mall and theme park in Virginia Beach by the year 2090 (currently the year is 2091). 8 years later, some other person who had similar experiences might remind this person in a happy way with those memories via some book written about both places in the timeframe. This is done to help both or more parties remember some of their varied interests as spiritual keys to some of the messages being communicated to them through their intuition

I Campera must keep my physical appearance a secret for now also to protect the multiple identities of the earth based spirits I am helping career and money wise yet also some of the newly arrived spirits to this celestial realm who communicate to me Campera in a mentor capacity. I Campera passed away on earth by the year 2085 and I had plenty of money to take spirit guide communication classes/workshops that were being organized at the indoor mall and theme park hybrids that were built in Bethesda Maryland by 2083 and the indoor mall and indoor theme park hybrid project started in 2070 in Virginia Beach Virginia and completed by 2079. I Campera want to say more on the exciting way I Campera was recruited to perform this career and money spirit guide helper roles especially because I Campera remember the scenery as clear as day

I Campera was helping to organize a celestial tribute concert for some of the music fans who dressed up in costume for the added Halloween and camp themed party. Two of the major event organizers were brothers from their most recent earth lifetimes together and costume judges was dressed up in garb similar to the lead singer White Zombie of the More Human than Human era and the other brother was dressed up looking almost similar to Ed Sheeran during his Sing era, the outdoors had 3 suns and a clear blue sky casting a beautiful glow on the concert area in addition to over 40 mountains surrounding the concert area. I Campera was hosting a storytelling and spirit guide themed class being attended by over 500 celestial spirits near a campground tent area close to the concert area, the tents and trees had an array of beautiful colors a multiple number of the colors have yet to be on earth even in the 2091 era. I Campera just received a quick message, the author who is channeling me has to go soon because he too has a life in heaven and spirit guide channeling class to host this week on earth in two locations that is also to double as a book , college, and library festival in the locations of Virginia Beach Virginia, Norfolk Virginia, College Park Maryland, Rockville Maryland, and Wheaton Maryland (by the year 2080 Virginia has over 900 community colleges and universities, Maryland has over 800 community colleges and universities and Washington DC has over 700 colleges ad universities). However, I Campera have 4 earth based minutes to write the following

It is ok if a person is lucky to have the free time to write creative fiction short stories every 2 to 3 months andor 2 to 3 times a week, however if possible write about a spirit guide’s life in a celestial realm at least once a week andor two weeks offline andor online, this sounds extremely different though multiple professor spirit guides have told me Campera during some ofmy multiple classes that a man or woman’s spirit guides have an easier time helping because this helps engage and further develop the creative imagination muscles helpful in allowing a stronger and deeper connection with a person’s spirit guides andor higher selves

At least once a week ensure that one’s living space would at least come close to meeting the approval of a friend andor family member who has taken the time to come visit in the past. Reason being multiple spirit guides have explained how multiple times they have tried to send some of their powerful energy to help the earth based men and women that they are hired to help in their career and money matters and they notice that a multiple number of men and women who can more clearly and intuitively hear their spirit guides andor higher selves guidance strive to ensure at least 2 to 3 times a week that their living space’s organization is highly organized

At least once a week andor once a month andor once every two months writing about how one would imagine their afterlife to be like helps via more offline format allows a more powerful and stronger connection to the person’s higher self and increases creativity from the freedom filled writing

Keeping a more frequent sleeptime dream journal is very vital because a multiple number of spirit guides have been trying to give a person vital glimpses of intuitive messages andor what to keep in mind about their upcoming future via certain images from their sleeptime dreams

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thebargainingchip · 7 years

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You’re Safe Now (Cassian Andor x Reader)

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Reader

Word Count: 2532

Warnings: Fluffy fluff fluff, Mentions of PTSD, Nightmares, Slight Apraxia, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Torture

Summary: There are no bad days in the Rebellion, they're all terrible. Each one trying to outdo the previous. Y/N is genetically engineered soldier, the only one of her kind in the rebellion. She's been preparing for war since she was sixteen. With a hundred percent success rate Y/N is the best weapon that the Rebellion could ever ask for. But she's still human, with feelings and aspirations, a fact that everyone seems to forget, even herself from time to time, except maybe one person.

A/N: I was playing around with a story idea and accidentally wrote this, so here you go, a bit of Cassian fluff. Maybe I’ll write other parts with the same genetically engineered reader. Written in third person because I was to stubborn to change it. Feel free to request fics.

After giving up on trying to send the girl to medical, Cassian sighed and let her continue on to her new mission to find some food while he made his way to deliver his report of the mission to Mon Mothma. He knew he needed to tell the Senator about what he had seen while working with oe but he didn't know if they would even bother to listen. The mission didn't feel like it was over until he was done recollecting the main events of the mission and handed over the intel that they had managed to gather. Cassian knew that this mission had left him with immense guilt and even though he didn't feel fine, he knew he would be. "Thank you, Captain Andor. Your efforts on the behalf of the rebellion will not be taken lightly. I've noted that you and Agent Y/N work well together which is why I'm keeping the pair of you in mind for future missions. Not everyone can work with her." The Senator said when the meeting was drawing to a close. "She's a bit... intense but truly one of the best in the rebellion." He answered back, the thought alone almost made him smile. He had never known someone quite like her, especially not in the life he lead.

"Is there something else on your mind, Captain?" She asked when he hadn't yet left. Cassian folded his hands behind his back, now was the time to tell them, the opportunity wouldn't present itself soon enough again. "Senator, I don't know if you know this but Agent Y/N... I fear the weight of past missions have taken a toll on her. I would suggest that she be sent for a psychological evaluation or at least for an extensive debriefing." "I appreciate the concern, Captain, though, unfortunately, Agent Y/N doesn't have the luxury of time." The Senator explained gently. They knew, he could see the recognition in the Senator's face, she knew exactly what was happening. The rebellion has done a lot of inhuman things over the years for the greater good but this was a step too far. Cassian felt the anger well up inside of him but he decided not to let it take control, as he carefully constructed a reply that wouldn't be easily forgotten. "Senator I understand that Y/N isn't part of my devision but I believe she has sever PTSD that if left uncheck could lead to a psychological break. Although she is genetically engineerd to be the perfect soldier for the rebellion, she is still just a girl, not a weapon, something that everybody seems to forget." He said simply then when Mon Mothma was still thinking of an answer excused himself and left. He couldn't convince them anymore if those words didn't stick. He doubted they would do anything but he at least wanted them to feel the weightof their next decision if he coudn't completely sway them.

He found the girl in the canteen, indulging the small cup of pudding that the base offered this time of day. She had discarded the ammunition packs and weapons and looked so much younger now that they weren't plagued by the stress of survival in unknown territories. "Are you even attempting to get to the medbay?" He questioned as he stood across from her. "Not actively but your not one to talk, I'm pretty sure that cut on your forehead needs stitches and those burns are truly nasty." She pointed out. "Fine then, let's go together." With a dramatically heavy sigh she stood and followed him.

"K2 is not very happy that he has to unpack the whole ship." Cassian informed. "What? He did nothing all mission long." She replied. "As I recall you were the one to tell him to stay on the ship and I quote, 'We could really do without an annoying bucket that would only slow us down'. I believe you hear his feelings." Cassian answered. "That's ridiculous, he doesn't have feeling he only has circuits with lots of doides capacitators, inductors, resistors and transistors." She rambled off. "Anyway, I think it's only fair that you apologise." "Fine." She grumbled as the doors to the medbay slid open to accommodate them. "Find me afterwards, I'm just going to take a quick shower." Cassian threw her way before she was out of ear shot as the doctor lead her away. "I'm not apologising now." She shot back with some form of unease. "No, I meant for dinner. You can't survive on pudding." He shot back.

She did find him afterwards but not entirely what he meant as he found her sitting on his bed giving him the fright of his life when he came out the bathroom. He gripped the towel around his waist tightly. "This is not what I meant." He barked at her. "Why were you planning on showering some more? You did say you wanted to shower first, a task you have now completed." She rationalised. "Just wait outside while I get dressed." She stood, surprisingly without a protest or a witty remark and closed the door behind her as she exited his quarters.

"You could've dried your hair properly." She shot at him as soon as he opened the door. "Not with you looming outside my door with no regards of privacy." "I would have waited." She offered. "No you wouldn't." He said. "Yeah no I wouldn't have." She agreed. They started making their way back to the Canteen again, mostly silent. He didn't know how but somehow she had also showered in the short time after there medical exam, even though he had finished before her. He was just starting to think that maybe she had rushed so that she could startle him purposefully when K2 found them.

"K2, done are we?" "No thanks to you." He snapped and then slightly turned to look at Y/N who was trying to avoid his gaze. "Y/N." He greeted begrudgingly. "K2." She said with just as much distaste. "Y/N." Cassian said catching the girls eye and cocking his head towards the robot, she rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry I called you an annoying bucket." She deadpanned and then after while turned to look at him. "What? I'm not apologising for calling you bad pilot, I was only speaking the truth." The droid shot back. "K." Cassian warned as Y/N scoffed. "As I recall you didn't use the words 'bad' and 'pilot', they were far more descriptive." She said begrudgingly. "Well what can I say, I have an affinity for language. It's built into my circuits."

At the canteen K2SO grabbed a table for the two as they stood in line for food, trays in hand. "What did the boss say when you gave the mission report?" Y/N asked. "She seemed happy with mission's outcome, she said they would consider us for future missions." Cassian said as he held out his tray so that the server could scoop the food into his tray. "Together?" She asked in disbelief, Cassian nodded as she hummed in surprise. "What?" He asked. "It's just that's never happened before but to before I didn't have any incidents on this mission." She answered, as they walked back to the table, food in hand. "Incidents?" Cassian raised his eyebrows as he slid in next to K2SO and she opposite him. "I punched the last guy I had to work with in the face, the previous one I had to knock out and carry his ass all the way to ship and I'm not allowed to speak about the incident on Jakku." She said, loading a spoonful into her mouth. "I take it you don't get along with people easily?" K2 questioned. "What makes you think that?" She shot back, a true crafter of irony, his gaze sliding down to her food as a serious look settled onto her face. "People don't always like the missions that the rebellion gives me, so they try to stop me. I have yet to encounter someone who succeeds." She said, bringing perhaps the whole mood own around the table with her. "Any new missions, Captain?" She quickly changed the subject when she realised this, he was frozen for a moment, his mind still dwingling on her statement and what had been bothering him ever since he arrived. "Uh, no. I've been grounded until I've been evaluated, as after every mission." He answered, not much was said after that.

Their interaction seemed to be drawing to a close as the lot walked back to the housing wing. Everyone in the rebellion knew that managing a social life was nearly impossible because of the amount of missions that rolled in daily. There was something in the back of Cassian's mind that made him wonder if this would be the last time they would properly see each other, after all they lived dangerous lives that could be snuffed out at any moment but he decided to extend an invitation to her anyway. They reached the split in the hallways where they had to head in different directions to reach their beds and turned to each other. "You know, if there is anything you wanted to talk about, you know where to find me." "After you've showered?" She offered with a devious smirk, he couldn't help but chuckle, turning to leave. She grabbed his arm before he could make it far, K2 had already begun walking down the corridor. "Cassian, you have a couch right?" The smile she tried to put on faltered as her eyes connected with his. "Of course." He answered realising what she was asking. When they reached his room, K2SO was already in the corner on shut down.

"You should take my bed, I'll take the couch." He said when he closed the door behind her. "No I really don't wnat to intrude any further." She said, he was about to protest, she wasn't intruding, but he decided to leave it, h could see they were both tired and in the mood for proper sleep.

He made sure she had a pillow, a blanket and some water and that she knew where the bathroom was before he turned out the light in the kitchen, all that was left was to put out the light in his bedroom to surround the studio-layout room in darkness. She was pulling her combat boots off when he crouched in front of her, her eyes shooting to his in surprise. He helped her as her hands struggled to untie the laces, her hands trembling to badly to be of any use. "The Senator said the rebellion is greatful for our efforts." He didn't know why he said thatmaybe to erase the guilt he felt or hers he coudl so clearly see were burning behind her eyes. "Our efforts?" She questioned as he pulled off the boot and worked on loosening the other one. "We killed children." She spat out, he stilled his actions, his eyes coming up to meet hers in the relative darkness. "Sorry, I don't think we need any reminders." She said, he nodded. "Did you hesitate?" She asked him, when he didn't answer directly she continued, "It felt like the world had stilled and I still made that choice and now life goes on like there aren't the blood of twenty dead children on my hands." She glanced down at the palms in her lap, Cassian's hands grasped her own in a gentle grip. "Not just yours, ours. We made that decision together for the rebellion, it will never be right but we'll just have to learn to live with it." He said gently, she nodded weakly, taking in a deep breath. He pulled off the last boot and stood as she dlid under the blanket. He turned out the last light and slid into bed. Thinking he would find it hard to fall asleep.

It was the scream that ripped him from his sleep abruptly, he sat up, his fingers grasping the blaster beneath his pillow only to see K2So coming into view. "I think she's having a nightmare." His mind seemed to orientate it as the scream faded. Cassian slipped from the decadent warmth of his covers and made his way over to the couh with some haste. Despite the fact that they had both been caught and tortured on the previous mission, he hadn't heard so much of a grunt from her when they tried all sorts of ways to make her talk. She had later explained to him that she had been trained to take torture, this raised some alarm as he crouched next to the couch to take in her tossing and turning form. Whatever she must be experiencing must be terrible to elicit this response from her. "No, please, I don't want to." She murmured, Cassian's hand rested on the side of her face, she flinched as soon as it made contact but seemed to relax when he followed it with. "It's okay, Y/N, it's just a nightmare." He wasn't sure he could convince himself with that. "Cassian?" K2 questioned expectantly. "Thank you, K. You may shut down." He said to the droid who walked over to the corner and proceeded to do just that. Y/N whimpered again, "It's okay, you're okay." He soothed her, as she relaxed considerably. He stood again and scooped the girl into his arms and made his way over to his own bed where he place the girl under the covers and slid in on the other side. He pulled her closer underneath the sheets, she pressed her faced deeper into his chest as soon as his arms looped around her waist.

Y/N woke with a start, a hand rubbed her back as her breathing hitched in her throat. She was definitely comfortably warm and the voice assuring her that she was alright was also convincing her that she was safe. She knew that voice, in fact, she knew the inticing smell of the person who she pressed against. Her hands came up around Cassian to grasp the back of his t-shirt when he assured her again. She dug her face into his chest and memorised this moment. The security of it, the warmth, she had never felt anything remotely close and she didn't want it to end. She was almost asleep again when K2's voice erupted in the room. "Really? This isn't the time for morning cuddles, Cassian. You know you have to meet General Draven in fifteen minutes and besides the cafeteria is about to close." Cassian quieted the droid with a harsh shush, as your face came up to slightly peer at the Captain himself. "But what do I know, I'm just a reprogrammed Imperial droid not your mother." K2 mumbled to himself as he turned around ignoring Cassian's warning completely.

"He's right." Cassian grunted, shifting slightly to look her in they eyes and tuck a stray lock behind her ears. "But you can stay if you want?" He offered as he slid out of bed. She merely grunted in return as she pulled his pillow in her embrace to hug it to her chest, a poor substitute.

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rebsrising · 7 years

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Like My Mother Before Me

For Rebelcaptain Appreciate Week Day 2 - Comfort

Summary: “I’m older now than my mother ever was,” Jyn says, brows knit, the words sinking in, matching the feeling that’s been gnawing at her. It’s a consequence of surviving the war.

Words: 1609

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Cassian’s not sure when Jyn managed to sneak off. He isn’t exactly surprised by it. She was never one for the center of a celebration, not even on her own birthday. She had come around to the idea of celebrating it more in the years since he and the others in Rogue One first marked the day.

Ever since then, she’s accepted it with appreciation, and a lot of eye rolling. It was different, he knew, now that she once again had loved ones to share in it.

Tonight was just a relaxed celebration of the people she would actually care to see collected in their home - a small gathering. Still, he hadn’t noticed her slip out of the room. The almost five years of peace had made him rusty, off his guard.

He finds her on the balcony, leaning against the railing and staring out towards the setting sun. She’s not hiding. Instead, he can see she’s lost in thought, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip.

She hears his footsteps, turns and smiles at him. Jyn knew it would only be a matter of time before Cassian found her. Though it did take him a little longer than she expected.

“You’re getting rusty, rebel,” she teases him. “What happened to the Alliance’s top intelligence agent?”

“He retired from the field,” Cassian responds, stepping towards her and winding an arm around her waist. “Found himself a beautiful wife to settle down with, a life that doesn’t require constantly surveying his surroundings.”

“Sounds pretty nice, especially this wife,” she quirks her eyebrows up at him.

“It is,” he grins, and presses his lips to her forehead. Then he pulls away, leans his back against the railing to stare at her face and gives her a look.

He’s only going to let her stall for so long.

“You here to take me back to the party?” she asks.

“I’m here to see why you left.” he tells her. Not long at all.

“I just have a lot on my mind, I guess.” She frowns and looks away from him, out at the expanse of the city below. She tries to order her thoughts, put them in a way they can both understand. She’s not quite sure how to express what she’s been thinking, spurred on by her birthday and the news she just found out this afternoon. Cassian lets her take her time. The rest of the world is gone, the sounds of the party have faded. It’s just the two of them, Jyn pursing her lips as she tries to find the words, Cassian waiting patiently.

“I’m getting old,” she tells him finally, but that’s not quite right. His eyebrows shoot up, and one corner of his mouth tugs at the side.

“Ah yes 35, positively ancient,” he’s teasing her now, giving her a chance to laugh and move on, but his face is still open, questioning, willing to listen if she does want to talk.

She considers taking the out, but it’s Cassian, the one person she can always be vulnerable with, so she tries again.

“I’m older now than my mother ever was,” Jyn says, brows knit, the words sinking in, matching the feeling that’s been gnawing at her.

That he understands.

It’s a consequence of surviving the war. They’ve grown older when their parents never had the chance.

Jyn’s feelings about her mother, about all three of her parents for that matter, were still complicated. There was a part of her, a little girl sitting in the dark of a bunker, that had never quite forgiven them.

Lyra Erso had made a choice that day, a choice to turn from Jyn and run to her father. As she’d grown older, Jyn realized her mother hadn’t chosen against her. It wasn’t that simple. But it was a choice that left Jyn alone to face this world. A choice that ended her mother’s life and defined her own.

She knew her mother loved her, wanted to protect and guide her. The kyber crystal around her neck was constant proof of that. It was why she still wore it. But Jyn would always wish her mother would have made a different choice that day.

“I take after her,” she says wistfully, more to herself than Cassian. She doesn’t have a lot of memories left about her parents, but what she remembers most about her mother is her fire, her passion, often bordering on recklessness. And Jyn definitely has fire. Her faith, too. That’s something Jyn found later in life.

“I’m proud of that,” Jyn smiles, adamant. As much as she regrets the action, Jyn remembers the defiant look her mother gave Krennic and the shot she aimed at him with admiration.

Cassian hums in acknowledgement, but otherwise stays quiet, waiting for her to go on. He knows all this, of course. She’s shared it with him over the years. He’s heard Jyn’s stories of Lyra’s beliefs, of her dedication to her work and her fierceness. He’s seen Jyn’s own behavior reflect it everyday, from bold, sometimes reckless maneuvers in battle to her now constant trust in the Force.

Cassian, however, doesn’t realize how relevant it’s suddenly become.

“But sometimes it scares me, Cassian,” she admits to him. She stares at the ground, focusing on the tiny fractiles of the flooring as she grips the railing tightly. “I’m afraid I’ll make her mistakes, make the wrong choice without even realizing it.”

She finally lifts her head to him. Her eyes meet his, and they’re full of understanding.

“You are a lot like your mother Jyn,” he says softly. “But that doesn’t mean you’ll do everything as she did.”

“But I do, or at least I have,” she mutters. “Sometimes I let my own passion, my hotheadedness guide my choices, focusing on the next few moments, without thinking about the greater outcome, and what it will mean for those around me. That was fine when it was just me. When my own survival was the only thing I had to worry about. But… but it’s not just me anymore.”

It hasn’t been for a while now, and she knows she’s grown in that time. But she wonders if it’s enough.

“That’s just it. You’re not alone Jyn. You have me, and Bodhi and Chirrut and Baze, and a whole family. You don’t have to make decisions alone, on impulse. I’ll always be with you,” he tells her. He says each word carefully, depth behind each one. His eyes stay locked on hers, making sure she understands him. It’s a promise, one he’s already delivered on time and time again. “And you’ve had a different life than your mother. You’ve had to live with the outcome of her choices, and your father’s. You know the effect, and it weighs heavily on you. You won’t make their mistakes Jyn. You, we, will make our own, but we’ll handle them together.”

She’s not sure if he knows it, but he’s managed to say exactly what she needs to hear. He always seems to, since the first time he welcomed her home.

Jyn takes a deep breath, lets her concern leave her body with it.

“You’re right,” she says, words she normally wouldn’t admit to anyone but him. “Thank you, Cassian.”

It’s all the comfort she needs, to be reminded that she doesn’t have to be perfect. And more importantly, that she won’t be alone.

Cassian tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing, staring intensely at her. He’s trying to read her face, every inflection on it.

“Jyn,” her name is drawn out on his lips, a question in the word itself. “Why is this all coming up now?”

His words are light, a little breathless. His eyes widen. A part of his mind has already guessed the answer. Those intelligence skills aren’t as nearly as rusty as they thought.

She smiles at him then. For all her worries, this is a happy moment.

“I thought I might be for a few days now, and my appointment at the medcenter today confirmed it,” she told him. She takes a breath, teeth biting down on her bottom lip as her smile widens. “We’re having a child, Cassian.”

Jyn has had the great fortune of seeing Cassian Andor smile many times. She has been present, if not the reason, for most of the happiest moments in his life. But none of them compare to this.

His whole face glows as a grin bursts across it. He laughs, a breathless sounds as he grabs her hands in his.

“Really?” he asks her, an old instinct making him hesitate to accept such happy news.

“Really,” she smiles back at him, laughing now, his joy increasing her own.

He swoops her up in his arms. She feels his heartbeat steady against her own. It’s the two of them, holding tight to each other, as it has always been - on Scarif when they thought they faced death, on Jakku when they faced their future and now here as they face this.

Jyn knows her own strength. She knows she will never abandon this child that has already grabbed hold of her heart. And she knows Cassian’s strength too. She knows he’ll always make a home for them, always fight for them. Together they had helped make a galaxy where children would not lose their parents like they had. After years of taking lives by each other’s sides in the name of war and peace, now they had the chance to create it together, in the name of family and love.

Later they rejoin the party, with a whole new reason to celebrate.

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margridarnauds · 7 years

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Star wars for the fandom ask

Thank you!

the character i least understand

Satine. I really wish I could find something about her to sink my teeth into, but really? Nada. There’s never been that “aha” moment for me with her character.

interactions i enjoyed the most

I’m honestly highly intrigued by Kylo Ren and Rey’s interactions. I understand why people are squicked by it, but for my part, I’ll be interested in seeing how that dynamic evolves in the next few films and how Disney will be pulling it off.

Kallus's interaction with the Ghost crew on Rebels is interesting, particularly Zeb, and that’s hopefully something that gets explored further next season. Without a redemption=death scenario, thank you very much.

From KOTOR, one of my favorite interactions comes in a sidequest on Korriban. With the way I played my game, I had it so that Korriban was the last planet I played, so that (SPOILER) By that time, my player character knew she was Revan and she’d just lost Bastila, AKA one of the two loves of her life. (/Spoiler) This was really her dark night of the soul. When she was in one of the Sith temples, she came across the ghost of the first Sith Lord, Ajunta Pall, who was absolutely heartbroken and refused to believe that he could find peace. My player character helped him to move on and find redemption, and that scene, for me, perfectly encapsulates the entire theme of redemption in Star Wars, that anyone, even him, can move on and find peace if they seek it out, and it’s absolutely perfect that, my player character being who she was, was the one to help him. I also had to reload my save like 10 times to roll the right Persuade points to convince him it was possible, but it was worth it.

the character who scares me the most

Darth Malak from KOTOR has the special honor of nearly making me wet my pants at the age of 19. Like, that guy’s creepy. (And I had to set the game on easy+set up mines around the area to defeat him. Hate that guy.)

Also, keeping in with the *current* continuity, Pong Krell. Just...Krell. That man lives, breathes, and eats nightmare fuel.

The Son gets an honorary mention, since he’s y’know, the actual embodiment of the Dark Side of the Force. Though WHY they seem to have abandoned the entire Mortis arc is something I’ll never understand. They give us this fantastic, epic set-up between the forces of light and dark and then just...leave the Son there without his sister and father, presumably having an impact on the balance of power in the galaxy but not directly influencing it. Really? Especially with the way Rebels has been dealing with the Dark-Light-Gray thing, it would have been the perfect time. But nooooooooo.

the character who is mostly like me

Probably Obi-Wan, though I would probably end up a gray force user like Ahsoka.

hottest looks character

In KOTOR, I modded my game just so my female PC could romance Bastila because I basically fell in love with her at first sight, so yeah. In the current continuity, Cassian Andor.

one thing i dislike about my fave character

Ventress’s treatment of Savage Oppress was not her finest moment (One could even say it was...Savage). That’s something that, as a fan of hers, I have to take in stride and accept as part of her story arc. The second she left Dooku, she did not become a perfect person, she still had her issues, and, unfortunately, Savage bore the brunt of it.

(I have not read Dark Disciple out of spite, so I can’t speak about any aspects of her character in that.)

one thing i like about my hated character

Tarkin’s very dutiful, I guess, very no-nonsense and pragmatic? He also has nice cheekbones.

a quote or scene that haunts me

That final fight scene between Anakin and Ahsoka in Rebels, Luke staring up at the binary moons of Tatooine in A New Hope while THAT song plays, Darth Vader’s redemption, Cassian and Jyn’s deaths, Ventress saying that she’s not the person she used to be and then walking off to her destiny, Maul’s death.

From KOTOR, there’s the aforementioned redemption of Ajunta Pall, as well as this line from Malak: “Savior, conqueror, hero, villain. You are all of these things Revan, and yet you are nothing. In the end, you belong neither to the light nor the darkness. You will forever stand alone.”

a death that left me indifferent

Satine. I was actually relieved.

a character i wish died but didn’t

Star Wars is generally good about killing off the characters I absolutely loathe. There are a lot of characters that I wish hadn’t died that did, such as Padme, Ventress, Bail, etc., but no one who I think “Why did they survive past the first movie?”

Yes, even Jar Jar Binks.

I mean, if Sheev Palpatine died, the galaxy would have been a much better place, at least for a while longer, but he kind of drives the plot. I hate the man, but he has his uses, namely giving the fandom a lifetime supply of gifs and memes.

In all seriousness, I think I might be a little disappointed if Ahsoka turns out to be alive. I love her, she’s one of my favorite characters, and I think she had one of the best arcs in the franchise, but I also think that the ending she had, her going up against her former master and being unable to save him/herself, was really the only option. I think that to take that away would be a pretty bad narrative decision, unless they could find something absolutely phenomenal for her. I’m open to it, as a fan of hers I want her to be alive, but on a writing level I think it’d be a cop-out.

Upon writing this, I realized Lux Bonteri is also an option. So, yeah, him. He could have died with his mother and very little would’ve had to be changed.

my ship that never sailed

Ventress/Obi-Wan, alas. Bodhi/Luke, for obvious reasons. I refuse to acknowledge than fem.Revan/Bastila/Juhani (or as I call them “Dark Side Dropouts”) isn’t canon, so naturally it doesn’t belong here. Naturally. Kind of hard for it to be non-canon when KOTOR’s been decanonized anyways.

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fanfic-shiz · 7 years

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Need You- Cassian Andor

Pairing: Cassian Andor/OC

Rating: A little bit of violence, not too much. Our OC gets into a scuffle but comes out of it alright.

A/N: More Cassian. Enjoy! Will post a list of what’s coming up soon (Percival Graves, Jim Kirk, etc)

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I slipped quietly through the streets, keeping my head down and shoulder close to the wall. The crowd jostled around me, nobody paying much attention to anyone else. There was only one thought on my mind: getting back to the ship. Dinah’s sharp words echoed in my ears, her grip tight on my bicep as she pushed me in the opposite direction.

Split up. Better one of us runs into trouble than two.

My blaster felt heavy against my hip, hidden underneath my long, weather worn jacket. Maybe if we had been leaving with something useful, there would have been a little bit of lightness in my step. Instead, I couldn’t help but feel as we’d just been wasting our time. Another dead end and another step back from discovering what the Empire was up to.

“Stop!”

My heart stuttered but I kept walking, keeping my eyes on my boots and hoping the voice hadn’t been directed at me. The muffled, mechanical voice that I knew for a fact belonged to a stormtrooper.

“You! In the black coat! I said stop!”

The voice came again from behind me. I quickened my step, readying to run. I could probably lose myself in the crowd, but they would fire anyways. And that would mean civilians getting in the way, and— I paused gritting my teeth. There was already enough blood on my hands. I halted. My hands curled into fists at my side and I sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I turned.

I counted five stormtroopers. Not many. I could easily take out five. I’d have my blaster out in half a second, shoot the closest two then barrel through them. Take one as a shield and blast the other two. Knock the last unconscious and I’d be gone. My fingers itched to reach for my weapon, but instead a plastered a pleasantly confused smile onto my face.

“Problem? How can I help you?” I asked in a sweet voice.

“Identification and travel papers. Now.” The one who had ordered me to halt spoke up, holding out a hand and beckoning me to come closer.

“Of course,” I said and pointed at my pocket. “Inside my jacket, alright?” I held up both palms in peace and the trooper nodded. Idiots, all of them. Maybe they were as dumb as they looked, or maybe they just thought that I wasn’t a threat. Cassian always said that was my secret weapon. Maybe he was right. Cassian…he was going to kill me if I didn’t find a way out of this. Unless I got myself killed by a stormtrooper first.

I slowly counted down from five in my head, sliding my hand into my jacket. 5, 4—my hand slid past the inside pocket and down my side— 3, 2—I felt the familiar metal under my fingertips—1.

My fingers curled around the handle and I whipped it out of my jacket, firing two shots as planned. I was running before they hit the ground, grabbing the closest standing stormtrooper around the neck and holding him in front of me for cover. Two more shots and I heard the clunk of metal hitting the ground as they dropped. The stormtrooper struggled against me and I took the end of my gun and smacked it as hard as I could against the helmet. There was a spark and a metallic, static sound which I assumed was his communicator malfunctioning before he too was on the ground.

I allowed myself a small grin. “It’s been fun—“

The rest of the words stalled in my mouth as I heard a loud crack followed by blinding pain in the back of my head. I doubled over, staggering forward and trying to brace myself against the wall. My legs were kicked out from under me and I fell hard into the dusty dirt. Another flash of pain as a boot connected with my skull. Black spots danced across my vision, bile burning in the back of my throat. I rolled onto my stomach and tried to push myself onto my hands and knees, the effort zapping the rest of my dwindling strength. I heard the snap before I felt it, a foot colliding with my jaw and sending my sprawling onto my back. A foggy thought pulsed through my hazy brain, wondering what Dinah would tell Cassian when I didn’t make it back to the ship.

Another kick. My vision swam, making it impossible to hold on to anything solid…anything but a white helmet leaning over me and a gloved hand grasping the front of my shirt before everything went dark.

The world came back in pieces. Voices. The hum of an engine. A low, electronic beeping. I pried open my eyes and it took a minute for my brain to assemble the jumbled image in front of me. I expected to see gray walls and feel the cold metal of cuffs on my wrists. Inside, relief pulsed through me when I realized I was on a familiar ship and the voice I heard belonged to Dinah.

She turned to face me, a tight-lipped frown on her face as she ran a scanner over my body. When she I was awake, she let out a sigh, her shoulders sagging.

“Thank god…I was starting to get worried. Just try not to move, alright?”

“What the hell happened?” I asked, using the back of my hand to wipe my mouth. When I pulled it away, my fingers were red with blood. I let my head fall back against the floor, squeezing my eyes shut as the memories came tumbling back. The crack of a gun barrel against my skull, a boot pummeling against my ribs…laying on my back and looking up into the masked face of a Stormtrooper and wondering if he looked as smug as he sounded behind his stupid helmet.

I tentatively pressed against the skin around my jaw and winced. I drew in a deep breath, feeling a sharp pain in my right side. “Christ, am I broken?”

Dina raised her eyebrows, placing a hand on my shoulder and gently pushing me back onto the floor of the ship. “I don’t think so, but you did take one hell of an ass kicking. You just can’t stay out of trouble, can you? Cassian was right.”

I rolled my eyes. “Not you too. What was I supposed to do? Let those stormtroopers drag me away to become some sort of Imperial servant?” My eyes flickered to her as she pushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and continued poking and prodding me, making me flinch each time she touched something bruised and tender.

“We wouldn’t have let that happen. I wouldn’t have let that happen,” she muttered, correcting herself. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from saying anything. We both knew that the Alliance didn’t exactly hold true to the statement ‘no man left behind’. If it had come down to risking the rebellion, or losing my life…I knew what they would have chosen. “Besides, Andor would kill me if we came back without you.”

I grimaced, letting my eyes shut again. “He’s going to kill me anyways, isn’t he?”

I heard Dina cluck her tongue. “For going without him, or for almost getting yourself killed?”

“Either one,” I grunted, a dull ache forming at the base of my skull.

“I’d have to say that’s a definite yes.”

“Perfect.” Sarcasm dripped from the single word, imagining the scolding I was going to get from my friend.

Cassian and I had first met almost an entire decade ago, but we hadn’t gotten along at first. We had spent an entire year butting heads, arguing and provoking one another…two people whose personalities just seemed to clash over anything and everything. Then, in the middle of a firefight, he went down. A single shot to the thigh. The order came to pull back, but he couldn’t even stand, let alone walk. I could still see the look on his face. The complete and total shock when I’d turned around and came back for him, yanking his arm over my shoulder and supporting his weight the entire way back to the ship.

Of course he’d argued with me, through grunts of pain telling me I was stupid and careless. But his tone had lost some of its edge. And he looked at me in a way that made me think no one had ever come back for him before. Never in his entire life. Since then, it was a silent, unspoken agreement: we’d always come back for each other. Granted, we hardly ever went anywhere with one another either. This particular excursion excluded.

“I should’ve waited for him,” I sighed, prying open my eyes to look at Dina.

She shook her head. “There wasn’t anytime. He and K2SO were still off planet, and Mothma was insistent we leave right away. Not that it matters. We still don’t know jackshit about why the Empire needs those Kyber crystals.”

“At least we know I have a promising career as a human punching bag.” I gave her a weak grin and she rolled her eyes.

“See, this is how I know you’re going to be alright. You still have your irritating sense of humor.”

“Thank you.”

Her smile grew soft and she pushed back my bangs and adjusted what I assumed was my jacket beneath my head, being used as a pillow. “Try and relax. Sleep if you can. Nothing seems broken but you’re gonna be out of commission for a little while.”

I made a face but didn’t answer, letting my eyes close. Not exactly the words I wanted to hear. I wasn’t good with idleness. Too much time to think, too much time to wonder. As long as I was doing something, I was alright. The only other person who seemed to understand that was Cassian.

I tried to wipe my mind blank and not think about the way my body was aching, instead concentrating on the hum of the ship. I drifted in and out of sleep for the next few hours, unable to keep my eyes shut for long. Even the slightest of movements seemed to send pain shooting through me. When we finally landed, it was a relief.

Dina lowered the ramp. Our pilot, Milo, ducked out of the cockpit and let out a low whistle when he saw me.

“Damn, you really do look like shit. You feel okay?” He asked.

I glared at him as Dinah helped me sit up. “Peachy.”

I braced one hand against the wall, gripping her arm as she then slowly helped me get to my feet. I groaned, every muscle straining. The pain in my side was even more pronounced now, my right leg throbbing each time I tried to put any weight on it. All I could think was that it was going to be a long walk back to my quarters. Because I sure as hell wasn’t setting foot in the medical wing. I suppressed a shudder at the thought. No, the last thing I needed was the feeling of a cold exam table as I was poked and prodded some more.

Dina kept her arm tightly around my shoulders. “We’ll go slow, alright?”

I just nodded, leaning into her as we moved toward the ramp. Outside the ship, I could hear the sound of voices and engines. Nothing too specific until a familiar, deep voice cut through the air.

“She better be on that damn ship! Is she alright?”

My pulse quickened as I hobbled down the ramp, eyes raking the area around the ship for Cassian’s familiar dark hair and brown eyes. When I spotted him, wearing a beat up, faded gray bomber jacket, my stomach tightened. I could already imagine the look on his face just from the tenseness of his shoulders.

“I’m right here, Cass.”

He whirled around and I watched as his eyes grew wide. His entire body seemed to go rigid for a moment, as if the air had been syphoned from his lungs. The expression on his face flickered, anger to fury to pain to something else that furrowed his brow and hardened his eyes.

He swore under his breath and stalked toward me, closing the distance between us in a few strides. He lifted his hands, but hesitated for a moment before gently placing his palms on either side of my cheek as his eyes scanned every cut and bruise.

“What the hell happened?” he murmured.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” I tried to shrug, but the movement only caused a hiss of pain to escape me. Cassian’s jaw tensed as he looked at me doubtfully.

Then he sighed and glanced toward Dina. “I got her.”

Before she could protest, he was picking me up, one arm going around my back and the other tucking beneath my knees. He swung me up into his arms, not even giving me a chance to protest. My arms automatically locked around his neck, a surprised gasp escaping me.

“I can still walk.” I mumbled, but laid my head against his shoulder anyways. The leather of his jacket was cool against my cheek.

He let out a humorless laugh. “I’m surprised you can even stand. Have you seen what you look like right now?”

“No, but judging from how it feels…it’s probably not good.”

He carried me toward the nearest corridor, leaving the landing bay behind us. His footsteps echoed against the floor. “You shouldn’t have gone without me.”

“I can handle myself,” I argued halfheartedly, leaning back to look up at him.

His eyes flickered to meet mine for a moment. “I’m not saying you can’t. I’m just saying…I’m just saying that I don’t like it when I’m not there.”

His words made it a little harder to breathe, in a way that had nothing to do with my bruised ribs. “I don’t know if you could’ve stopped this. It happened so fast. One second I’m handling the situation, and then the next I had a stormtrooper wrestling me to the ground.”

“What’s your definition of handling the situation?” he asked, and I smiled at the tone of his voice. Curious, amused, but not exactly eager for an answer.

“I took out five on my own. He snuck up behind me, the bastard,” I told him, shaking my head.

“You know how lucky you are to be here? You could’ve been taken as a prisoner, tortured, or killed,” Cass began, his expression stormy. “You could’ve died.”

I closed my eyes. I’d been expecting this, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear. “I didn’t, though.”

“You know what it would’ve done to me? If that ship had come back without you on it?” he added and my eyes opened in time to catch the earnest expression on his face.

“I’m right here. I did come back, okay?” I assured him softly, trying to catch his gaze but he didn’t look down at me.

There was a pause.

“I know. I just worry one day you won’t.”

His words filled me a rush of affection, making me speechless for a moment. I wanted to say more, to tell him I felt the same way each time he left without me. But before I could, we were stopping in front of a familiar doorway of the med bay. I tore my eyes away from and grimaced, immediately shaking my head.

“Please, Cass. No,” I said quickly. “Dina gave me a scan in the ship…nothing is broken, just bruised. Please just let me go to my room.”

He looked like he wanted to argue, his dark eyes scanning my face and looking pained at what he saw there. I whispered please again and he let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine. But you’re not getting off the hook that easy.”

I didn’t ask what he meant, just pleased to have won this small victory.

He took me to my room instead and gently deposited me on the edge of the bed, disappearing into the adjacent bathroom. I closed my eyes and tried not to move, listening as he turned on the faucet and let the water run. A moment later, his footsteps returned. I didn’t open my eyes again until I felt his presence close to me. He had a cloth in one hand, a bowl of water on floor next to him with my first aid box.

“What, are you a doctor now?”

“Hush. You can get away with not going to the medic bay, but you’re letting me clean you up. Take this first.”

He handed me a pill, one I recognized as a pain reliever, and I swallowed it and hoped it would work quickly. I watched then as he dipped the cloth into the water and wrung it out before kneeling in front of me. He pulled my knees apart and scoot closer, one hand resting on my thigh as the other brought the warm cloth to my face and began gently cleaning away the dried blood. For some reason, the entire position struck me as incredibly intimate. Not that we hadn’t had moments like that before. Our entire friendship was built off of too long stares and touches that were entirely too gentle for two people who claimed to be friends and nothing more.

His hand was warm on my thigh, entirely too distracting. I tried to keep my eyes anywhere else but him. The ceiling, the nightstand, the desk in the corner…but they found him time and time again. I couldn’t help but watch him, noticing the stern set of his jaw, the scruff that covered his chin and cheeks, the slope of his nose, and the lines and angles that made up his perfect, handsome face. Mostly, though, what I noticed were his eyes. Soft with concern. I placed my hand over the one on my leg.

“It’s okay, Cass. I’m just a little battle-worn.”

He hesitated a moment before setting the cloth in the basin and reaching up to push my hair back. “This is more than just a little battle-worn, love. I hate seeing you like this…I feel like I could’ve done something if I’d been there.”

“You couldn’t have,” I reminded him yet again, letting out a breath that caused me a sting of pain. I tried to hide my wince.

He looked like he wanted to argue, but instead went back to digging through the first aid kit. He pulled out a roll of white medical tape and looked at me expectantly.

“What?” I asked, shaking my head in confusion.

He raised his eyebrows. “I know you claim nothing is broken but you’re breathing like each breath is a stab to the lungs. I’m taping your ribs. Shirt off.”

For some reason, those two words made my cheeks tinge pink. “Shirt off?” I repeated. “You want me to do it for you?” An amused smile appeared on his lips and my stomach dipped, not unpleasantly.

I squirmed a little. No,that was definitely not any better. “No, I just…Well, you’ve never seen me and I’m sure I’m covered in bruises and not very—“

He smile grew, and he shook his head. “How long have we been friends? Now’s not exactly the time to start getting shy on me.”

“I’m not shy,” I grumbled but still hesitated for a moment before reaching for the hem of my shirt. I started pulling it up but didn't get far before a hiss of pain escape me and stilled my movements. “Damn it, I feel like I’m ninety.”

I flinched with surprise when I felt Cassian’s fingers brushing against my stomach as he helped me push my shirt the rest of the way up. He fingertips skimmed my bare skin, making my heart pound and the room feel suddenly warm. I couldn’t help but feel incredibly foolish as he continued to help me, pulling one arm of a sleeve, then the other, until I was sitting in front of him in my bra. I glanced down at my stomach, to avoid looking at him, and gasped in surprise when I saw the newly formed bruise. It spanned the side of my ribcage, turning my skin an ugly shade of yellow, soon to be a sickly violet.

I experimentally pressed my fingers to the bruise and grunted with pain, pulling back. Cassian had gone still and quiet, making me nervous. I both wondered and worried what was going through his mind. Pity, maybe? Regret that he hadn’t just handed me over to the med-droids? I took in a slow, shallow breath before letting my eyes flicker toward him and my eyes grew wide at the miserable expression on his face.

He swore softly under his breath, shaking his head. “This shouldn’t have happened.” I noticed his fingers had curled into fists, knuckles white and nails digging into his palms. “I’m so sorry.”

His brown eyes met mine, the raw, honest emotion there leaving me breathless. “Cassian, no.” I said quickly. “This isn’t your fault. It isn’t anyone’s fault…except maybe the Empire’s.”

His eyes grew stormy. “Bastards,” he muttered, grabbing the first aid kit and pulling out the roll of medical tape. Still kneeling between my thighs, his hands gently ghosted across my skin as he wrapped the bandage around my middle. I tried not to look at him, tried to look anywhere else. But my eyes kept being drawn back to him over and over again, watching the concentrated frown on his lips, the pucker between his eyebrows, the look of barely contained regret in his eyes. He worked slowly and gently, covering more and more of my skin until he sat back on his heels.

“It’ll do for now.”

“Thanks, doctor,” I teased half-heartedly. “At least no one has to see it now.”

One side of his mouth lifted in a smile and I felt an unexpected jump in my pulse. I ducked my head, pretending to look interested in his handiwork. Then I felt his hands on my bare shoulders, his rough palms running over me until his fingers slid into my hair, cupping the back of my neck. He ducked his head closer to mine, pressing our foreheads together.

“Battle scars are nothing to be ashamed…just proof of how strong you really are,” he said. “Besides, you know I think you’re gorgeous no matter what.”

I scoffed, though my face flamed and my stomach felt like it was free falling from an X-Wing. “You’re full of shit, Andor,” I said. The words were weak, not entirely hiding the uncertainty I suddenly felt.

“I think you’ve told me that before,” he mused, giving me a teasing grin that I felt myself automatically return. Our eyes locked for a beat too long, and the atmosphere seemed to subtly shift. I had no idea what was happening, but we both quickly looked away. Cassian was on his feet in the blink of an eye, rubbing the back of his neck. He avoided looking at me for a moment, eyes on the floor.

“Clean shirt?” he asked.

The words sounded out of place, though maybe I was just dazed. I’d almost forgotten I was still in nothing but a bra. “Huh? Oh! Third drawer.” I motioned to the dresser behind him and he turned, pulling it open and digging out a black short-sleeved shirt.

He sat down next to me on the bed this time, angling himself toward me and I realized he meant to help me again. I let out a resigned sigh. “If you ever tease me about this…” I warned him as I began pulling the shirt over my head.

He chuckled, already helping me get my arms situated in the right places. Once again I found myself blatantly trying and failing to ignore his touch against my bare skin. He was only helping me dress, yet his hands felt like they were trailing fire everywhere they touched. “Why would I do such a thing?”

“Because you’re you,” I answered simply, a sigh of relief escaping me once the shirt was on and straightened.

He laughed. I loved that I could do that. Nothing made me as proud as knowing I could make the infamous Cassian Andor laugh when no one else could. I could feel the effects of the pain pill kicking in, dulling my aches and making me feel a blanket of drowsiness. I toed my shoes off and lifted my legs up onto the mattress, scooting back toward the pillows before laying down. I heard two thumps, Cassian kicking off his own boots, before the bed next to me sank down. I rolled onto my good side to face him, hands tucked beneath my cheek. I raised my eyebrows at him questioningly.

“I’m not leaving you alone tonight.” He said, answering my unspoken question.

I bit my lower lip, trying and failing to avoid a smile. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve you.”

“You didn’t have to do anything…but for starters, you have saved my ass quite a few times.” He shrugged, eyes filled with a new warmth I wanted to disappear into.

I smirked. “True. Never forget it.”

“Couldn’t if I tried.”

We smiled at one another in the semi-darkness, and I suddenly found myself unable to look away. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days. I realized that was probably not too far from the truth…he’d been off planet for a while as well. And I knew he didn’t get much rest even while he was on Yavin. We spent a lot of time being restless insomniacs together, trying to find reasons to stay positive and to feel like what we were doing for the Rebellion was enough.

Cassian believed in the fight just as much as I did. Maybe even more, considering how long he’d been a part of that battle. Yet it wore him down. I could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. Maybe his battle scars weren’t physical, like mine, but they were there all the same. Which was why it was important to grab onto every single fleeting happy moment, keep hold of each rare good feeling. Two things I felt when I was with him, but never allowed myself to think anymore on. We were friends. Anything more than that had the potential to turn my already tumultuous world even more upside down.

And yet I fought the desire to reach out and smooth back his hair from his forehead and let my palm glide over his cheek and the coarse hair growing across his jaw. I fought the desire and lost. My hand was moving without my realizing, but I avoided brushing my fingers across his face, and instead placed my palm on his chest to feel the rhythm of his heart. Steady, unwavering, strong. Like him. The intensity in the room grew, the way it had earlier as he helped me undress. He placed his hand on top of mine and I swore my heart trembled.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked with an intent curiosity.

I shook my head, completely unsure of how to answer. I was worried about what might escape my lips the second I opened my mouth, my thoughts already wandering far too much for my own good. “Nothing.”

It sounded unconvincing even to my own ears and Cassian’s lips twitched.

“What about you?” I asked quickly before he could coax me into explaining myself.

“About the ridiculous urge I have to never let you out of my sight again…and about how I’d love to get my hands on the Imperial scum that did this to you.” His answer jolted me, surprised by the complete and total honesty as he looked at me with his dark eyes. My mouth felt dry. “Sometimes…sometimes I think I care more about your safety than my own.”

My heart had altered rhythms, his words inciting a brand new pace. I drew in a breath, though it did nothing to help how I jumbled I suddenly felt on the inside. And it had nothing to do with my injuries. “Me too,” I breathed before I could stop myself. His eyes went wide and I rushed ahead before I could think too much. “I need you to be okay. It’s all I think about.”

The silence that followed this was thick with tension, with the spark of a promise that something was changing. Cassian propped himself up on his elbow and my hand slipped from his chest. He scooted closer to me until we were lying side by side, facing one another, just inches apart. My body reacted to his closeness instantly, every nerve suddenly anticipating and wanting. My breathing grew shallow as I looked up at him, feeling a nervousness I hadn’t felt in years.

I knew what was happening. I could see it in his eyes…and I could tell a part of him was just as scared as I was of it. His hand gently cupped my face, fingertips barely skimming my bruised cheek as he slowly slid his hand down my neck and he pressed his palm against my sternum as I had done to him just seconds before. He leaned in closer, hovering over me, and my eyes fluttered shut as his warm breath hit my lips.

“Cassian,” I murmured. “Is this…should we…” Words unattached to complete sentences spilled out of me, distracted by the energy rolling off him.

“No, we shouldn’t. But I don’t care,” he said in a whisper before his lips were on mine.

A sigh left me, tension melting away as he gave me a kiss that was soft and delicate, tasting of cinnamon. It was full of unspoken words, telling me everything I needed to know about the way he was feeling and assuring me I wasn’t alone in whatever this was. His beard scratched at my cheek, but it was perfect…For once, I felt like I could stand still and I wondered how I hadn’t even know this was what I needed.

He pulled away then, and the expression on his face made any lingering doubt vanish. The complete and utter awe there, looking at me in a way no one ever had. I gave him a shy smile that he returned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Then he leaned in and kissed me again.

He pressed me back against the mattress, moving so slowly as if worried anything faster would shatter me into pieces. I was battered and bruised and sore, inciting his gentle, carefulness. The gentleness with which he kissed me made me want him more. I was lost, far away from the Rebellion as Cassian kissed me, his lips sliding against my own, enjoying the taste and feel of him more than what was good for me. I twisted my fingers into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. His hand ran down my side, barely touching me, stopping when he reached my hip. His thumb brushed across the bare strip of stomach that peeked from beneath my shirt, causing me to sigh against him.

“Is this real?” I whispered against his mouth and was rewarded with a deep chuckle.

“I damn well hope so,” he answered, pulling away to look at me.

I smiled but it turned into a slight frown. I reached up to run my fingers through his hair before placing my palm to his cheek. His thumb was still tracing circles against my skin, distractingly so. “Can we do this? I mean…whatever this is?”

Our words a whisper despite the fact that we were still the only two people in the room. “What do you want it to be?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as he nuzzled into my hand.

I took in a shaky breath. “I don’t know…I don’t care what it is, as long as I’m with you.”

“That’s good enough for me,” he murmured, brushing his mouth against mine. “I want this…I want you. I think I have for a while…”

“Me too,” I admitted, my cheeks turning pink and making me glad for the room’s darkness.

He smiled before leaning in, capturing my lips in another kiss. This one lingered, turning into a second kiss that deepened and his tongue brushed against my own. I tugged at his clothing, his mouth kissing me in a hungry way that ignited a want in me that was hard to fight. But my drowsiness was growing. I felt him smile before his hand closed over my own, stopping me from pushing his shirt up any further.

I let out a quiet groan of disappointment and he grinned.

“When you’re healed, I’ll let you undress me,” he teased.

“That could be weeks,” I argued, my eyelids growing heavy.

“It’ll give us something to look forward to.” He said and I caught one last smile before closing my eyes. I let out another grunt of annoyance and he laughed. “As if it’s easy for me to hold back from kissing every inch of you right now…”

“Not helping,” I mumbled.

I felt his shoulders shaking a little, no doubt with more quiet laughter, as he gently pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me. He stroked my hair, his lips kissing the top of my head.

His voice was the last thing I heard before slipping into a deep sleep. “Get some rest. I promise you, I’m not going anywhere.”

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youareiron-andyouarestrong · 7 years

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and when you’re gone, who remembers your name? who keeps your flame? who tells your story?

the Rogue One goes down into legend, and even scavengers and defectors have heard their names.

In the wake of the destruction of StarKiller, Finn gets a visitor.

He gets a lot of visitors, honestly--BB-8, Poe, General Organa, Jessika, more pilots, various officials. They all stop by to see how he’s doing, how he’s feeling, how his back’s doing. He’s a little surprised by so many people are so concerned about his welfare and it warms something inside him, but after a while, it begins to get overwhelming. He wants to do the physical therapy the droids and medics insist on in peace, not surrounded by an audience.

The man sitting quietly in the medbay might not qualify, but still. He’s a stranger.

He’s older than Finn, much older, maybe the same age as General Organa. Threads of silver shot through dark hair, a much battered pair of goggles on top. He has the not quite earthbound gaze of a pilot and his hands are in constant motion--absently fiddling with a small piece of mechanics, not really paying attention. He looks up when Finn enters and smiles suddenly, the look transforming his whole face; suddenly he looks as young as Finn. “Hello,” he says easily, as Finn hesitates in the doorway. “Don’t mind me, just wanted to see how you were doing. Princess--sorry, General Organa mentioned your progress since StarKiller. You are doing excellently well.”

“Thank you,” says Finn uncertainly, still hesitating in the doorway. “She didn’t--um, mention you.”

The man shrugs lightly. “I’m not here often enough for her to mention me. My crew and I are just passing through.”

“Oh,” says Finn, coming in now, the man’s got no weapons that he can see. “Are you a pilot?”

The man smiles, faint, enormous dark eyes almost lit from within. “I’m the pilot,” he says and Finn notices, for the first time, that he didn’t offer his hand to him immediately, like almost everyone else has upon meeting Finn. “Bodhi Rook,” says the pilot simply. “It’s nice to meet you, Finn.”

Everything in Finn’s head comes to a screeching halt. “The--the Bodhi Rook?” he chokes out. “The--the one with the crew who blew up the Death Star?”

The pilot--Bodhi Rook--blinks in surprise. “Well--I didn’t blow it up. I just stole the plans so that other people could blow it up. Me and a few others.”

“A few?” says an indignant voice from behind them and Finn immediately spins around and another old man, such a strange sight, so many elderly, sweeps into the medbay, a long, gnarled staff held out in front of him. Another man, just as aged but massive, comes in behind the blind one, a gun on his shoulder that makes Finn want to back up and also get a closer look. “A few of us--and the Force,” says the blind man and the enormous one behind him grunts.

“A few fools and the Force,” he grouses and the blind man smiles fondly in the direction of his voice.

“Was it not with us always?” he asks and the bigger man simply rolls his eyes and casts an unimpressed look on Finn.

“More strays, Rook?” he says, voice gnarled and rough from an accent thirty years out of common use.

“Hardly a stray,” says the blind man thoughtfully. “The Force loves this one--him and the young desert star.”

“Who--Rey?” asks Finn in bewilderment, and the blind man nods, contemplative.

“Rey,” he echoes, almost tasting her name. “Rey, bringer of light. And you, Finn, breaker of storms. Bodhi wanted to meet you, one defector to another.”

Finn looks back at Bodhi, who smiles almost apologetically. “We traitors gotta stick together, yeah?” he asks, gentle and almost fond, if such a thing could be said of a man whose name Finn has only ever heard in the lowest of whispers.

Finn nods, dazed at the reality of it--the Bodhi Rook. “They--they call you the Defector in--in the First Order,” he says. “When we have to listen to the exhortations every month that reminded us to stay loyal.”

Bodhi nods, unsurprised. “It used to be the traitor,” he says thoughtfully. “Not much has changed in thirty years.”

“No imagination,” says the huge man with the gun, profoundly unimpressed.

“None needed for killing,” agrees the blind one and holds out one hand for Finn. “May I?”

Finn hesitates but takes his hand, and is then shocked by the strength of the grip. The blind man gently, but inexorably, tugs Finn forward, closer enough to see the clouded grey of his eyes. The blind man feels up the length of Finn’s arm, to his shoulder, his jaw, the touch somehow gentle and noninvasive. He feels for Finn’s features, the place where the scar from Ren’s lightsaber begins. “You are healing well,” says the blind man in satisfaction. “Soon you will join Master Skywalker and the desert star. The Force wills it.”

“Is--is that how the Force works?” asks Finn and the man with the gun rolls his eyes.

“No one knows how the Force works,” he says irritably. “It just sounds portentous when a blind man says it.”

“Am I ever wrong?” asks the blind man and both the huge man and Bodhi Rook say at the same time, “Yes,” one utterly exasperated, the other slightly apologetic.

The blind man harrumphs and Finn blinks, buffeted by this strange exchange. “The Force is never wrong,” he concedes and carefully withdraws his hand from Finn’s face. “Bodhi--the General wishes to speak to us before we get Cassian and Jyn.”

Bodhi sighs and gets to his feet. “I’m coming, Chirrut. And--Finn?”

Finn sits up straight, coming to attention automatically and Bodhi Rook looks at him with such compassion it hurts. “It’s alright to be afraid,” he says softly. “There’s no shame in that. What is important you decide what is more important--your fear or what is right.” He smiles again, such kindness. “But you don’t need me to tell you what you already know.”

Finn nods again, and then has to ask one more question. “Does it--does it ever get any easier?”

Bodhi gazes at him, everything Finn’s ever felt since leaving the First Order in his eyes. “No,” he admits softly, simply, “it never gets easier--you just get used to it.”

The woman before Rey is tiny--her head barely brushes past Rey’s shoulder. But she’s got the most perfect upright, knife-blade posture Rey’s ever seen, even with her hair streaked with gray; her face is dainty and delicate and ferocious, she doesn’t look in the least intimidated by the presence of Master Skywalker. Rey has the sudden conviction that as aged and as small as this woman is, she could fight the toughest thugs in Jakku and not give an inch. The man standing besides her is aged as well, beard and hair almost gone completely silver--but he too gives the impression of immense, hidden strength.

Master Skywalker greets them both politely, even respectfully, and the woman tilts her head as if accepting this as her due, the man besides her clears his throat and bows in response to this. “Colonel Andor,” greets Skywalker, “and Captain Erso. Did you bring news from my sister?”

“She wants to know why it’s taking so long for you to come home,” says the woman bluntly, her accent is precise and crisp, old-fashioned to Rey’s ears. “And why Rey can’t complete her training with the rest of the Resistance.”

“A Jedi must have solitude to complete her training,” says Master Skywalker gently, seemingly unaffected by the older woman’s bluntness; she’s easily General Organa’s age. “Rey and I will be returning soon.”

“The First Order’s armies are massing,” says the older man, his voice urgent; Rey likes the sound of his voice, the accent warm and rich. “We have need of a Jedi Master.”

“My sister--” Master Skywalker begins to say but the older woman cuts him off. “Your sister just lost her husband,” she snaps, “at the hands of your nephew and her son. She’s running a resistance and half the Senate is gone, and she needs you now more than ever--”

“Jyn,” says the other man quietly, but with utter intent, and she snaps her mouth, glowering at Master Skywalker like she’d like to hit him over the head.

Master Skywalker looks unbearably weary now, but his politeness does not fade. “Captain Erso,” he says softly, “I appreciate this loyalty and defense of my sister--especially considering all the arguments the two of you had in the past--” the older woman, Captain Erso looks utterly disgruntled and the other man, Colonel Andor, Rey supposes, looks resigned, “and believe me, I am aware of the passage of time,” Master Skywalker says quietly. “But this cannot be rushed. Rey must be allowed to go at her own pace.”

Captain Erso’s mouth tightens and she narrows a razor-edged look at Rey. “Do you know what’s at stake here, girl?”

“The fate of the galaxy,” Rey shoots back, refusing to be intimidated. “The fate of the Jedi. I know what’s at stake and so does Master Luke.”

Captain Erso only looks marginally appeased by this; Colonol Andor steps in gracefully. “We understand that this takes time,” he says. “But that is something we are short of now.”

Captain Erso looks at Rey, raises her chin, a defiant challenge. “You any good with that stick?”

Rey takes her staff, the one she’s been modifying for the past few months and twists it sharply in the middle. It comes undone with a neat snap and Rey flicks the buttons on the sides of them. Twin lightsabers, a bright, blinding aqua blue light up the air.

“Chirrut would love that,” murmurs Colonel Andor and Captain Erso actually grins, wide and fierce, slightly terrifying.

“He would,” she agrees, not taking her eyes off Rey’s lightsabers, her hand going automatically to something hanging around her neck, a small, sharp brightness. “When you’ve decided you’re done playing Jedi, we could use you in the Pathfinders.”

Without another word, Captain Erso turns and goes, back straight, head high, like she expects the world to bend before her. Colonel Andor sighs once and bows again, ever so slightly, to Rey and Master Luke. “Come to Yavin soon,” he says. “We’ll be waiting.” He turns and goes as well, following Captain Erso, an almost imperceptible limp to his gait.

Rey watches them go, puzzled, wondering at the pair of them, old and weathered and gray, but still blazing with life. “Who were they?” she asks Master Luke curiously later, as rain pours down outside their shelter. “How do you know them?”

Master Luke glances at her, one eyebrow raised ever so slightly, and replies, “They’re the Rogue One crew. The ones who stole the Death Star plans.”

Rey stares at him, eyes going wide and wider still. “They’re--that’s Rogue One?”

“Indeed,” says Master Luke, a tiny smile tugging at his mouth. “At least some of them. So you do know about them.”

“I used to pretend I was a member of Rogue One,” says Rey, dazed with wonderment. “When I was a little girl. I had an old helmet and used to pretend I was flying on Scarif.”

“Did you?” says Master Luke softly, smiling faintly.

Rey nods earnestly, remembering. “I found some old Imperial stuff--files? Or vids, I’m not sure--they told about a man with a staff, he wasn’t a Jedi, but he fought like one and that’s where I got the idea to for mine--”

“Chirrut,” says Master Luke. “Chirrut Îmwe was one of my best teachers.”

“And Jyn Erso,” Rey goes on, still lost in wonder, “They say she was with--with Solo, in the Pathfinders. And she and Cassian Andor--”

“Her husband,” Master Luke says, “the man with her today.”

“Did she and General Organa not like each other?” Rey asks and Master Luke actually grins, like a little boy remembering a bad joke.

“They had some--philosophical differences,” he says mildly, though that troublemaking grin is still lingering on his face. “And to be fair, they were devoted to entirely different ideals within the Rebellion--but Captain Erso always had my sister’s back in a fight, no matter how much they argued, and for that, I respected her enormously.”

Rey pulls her knees to her chest, rests her chin on them. “She’s--she’s kind of--”

“Intimidating?” offers Master Luke, but Rey shakes her head.

“I wanted to be her,” she says softly, “when I was little. I wanted to be brave, like her and Rogue One.”

“I could think of no better role model,” says Master Luke and Rey smiles, bright and wondering, and thinks of legends as she trains.

#star wars #rogue one #my writing #i really wanted to write finn meeting bodhi #that was my excuse

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Close Quarters

Summary: Hiding from the Empire while on a mission means getting closer to Cassian in more ways than one.

Reconnaissance missions are a pretty common occurrence when you’re a rebel. Knowing where the enemy is and gaining strategic information was vital if the Alliance wanted to not only survive, but thrive.

You were no stranger to this type of mission, having been born into the life of a rebel and being surrounded by so many role models. Although your parents had long since passed away, you remained a part of the rebellion, not only for the good of the galaxy, but also for them. You longed for the day the Empire would fall and you planned on doing all you could to help reach that goal.

That was how you ended up on yet another assignment with fellow rebel Cassian Andor and his sardonic, reprogrammed Imperial droid K-2SO.

“We should be reaching Tiisheraan in around 10 minutes.”

“Thanks, Kay.” Cassian replied from his position in the Captain’s seat.

You barely registered their words as you checked and double checked the functionality of your weapon. Carefully, you placed the blaster into your belt and tugged your jacket on, ensuring it covered the weapon as best it could so that you could remain inconspicuous.

“So I heard Pava asked you on a date yesterday.” Cassian said casually, glancing back at you briefly.

“Where’d you hear that?” You asked, approaching the cockpit of the U-Wing.

“You know how people talk -”

“I told him. You have a loud voice.” The droid interrupted bluntly, causing Cassian to roll his eyes and mutter under his breath.

Raising a brow, you turned back to the Captain. “Well, you’re right. He did ask me.”

“And?”

“And I politely declined.”

“Really?” Cassian asked, forcing his smile to stay hidden as he allowed his droid to land the ship while he stood and gathered his weapons. “How come?”

“He’s not my type,” you explained simply. “Wouldn’t want to drag him along, would I?”

“Ah,” Cassian tucked a blaster into his holster, “so what is your type then?”

“Oh, you know; tall, broody, handsome…” You politely handed Cassian his jacket and shrugged innocently. “Maybe a pilot?”

Cassian gave you a wry look. “Hilarious.”

“So I’ve been told.” You grinned.

“By who?” K-2SO asked in a disbelieving tone. You scoffed and paused to think of a name but your brain was not on your side. You had already paused for too long as K-2 spoke again. “That’s what I thought.”

“Shut up.” You muttered bitterly.

“Alright, let’s go,” Cassian said, gaining the attention of his comrades. “Kay, you’re gonna stay here in case we need to make a quick getaway.”

“Why am I always the one who has to stay behind?” The droid asked in indignation.

Cassian sighed in exasperation, having had similar conversations with the droid in the past. “Kay -”

“You’re the best at keeping calm under pressure,” you interrupted in an attempt to placate K-2. “If we’re in trouble and need someone to get us out of here ASAP then you’re the best one for the job.”

K-2SO stared at you for a moment before nodding. “Yes, well, that makes perfect sense. Why didn’t you just say so, Cassian?”

“That’s what he meant.” You told him, giving Cassian a smug smile before exiting the ship. “Let’s go, flyboy.”

“That woman will be the death of me.” Cassian told K-2 before following you outside.

“You think we’re blending in?” You asked, leaning closer to Cassian and speaking quietly.

“I think we’d blend in a whole lot more if you stopped asking that question.” He replied, nodding his head to the left. “This way.”

You scoffed and continued to follow him, narrowly skirting past others who were innocently shopping in the market you were passing through. Eventually, he stopped you just outside a hidden alcove which had a thin curtain covering the opening.

“This is it?” You asked.

“This is it.” He repeated, peeling back the curtain enough for him to slip inside. “I’ll go while you stay here. Keep an eye out for any Imperials.”

“Just be careful, alright?” You asked him. “I know you say this guy is your friend but that doesn’t mean he won’t turn.”

Cassian simply nodded in response before disappearing out of sight. You moved away from the alcove and chose to stand a few feet away, feigning interest in a market stall selling some kind of winter clothing. In your peripheral version, you noticed a pair of Stormtroopers and prayed they wouldn’t recognise you. They had already glanced in your direction at least twice and you pulled yourself away from the clothing stall and wandered over to another so they wouldn’t get suspicious.

Several more minutes went by before you finally heard a voice calling your name. Giving a brief smile to the worker behind the stall you were at, you tore yourself away and walked back over to Cassian. “You get the information we needed?”

“I got it.” Cassian replied

“Good.” You said, relieved. “We need to leave before those troopers catch on.”

“I think they already have.”

With a frown, you turned to see that the pair of Stormtroopers from before were now talking with two others, one of which pointed in the direction of both you and Cassian.

“Let’s go.” You told him, grabbing his hand and starting a brisk walk back to the ship.

“Kay,” Cassian spoke into his comlink discreetly, “you need to get the ship ready for us. We’ll be there soon.”

You glanced over your shoulder as you moved and growled in frustration.

“They’re still following?”

“Yep,” you confirmed, hesitating for a moment before pulling Cassian down a side street where many of the locals had left their washed clothing out to dry. “Time for plan B.”

Moving quickly, you grabbed a scarf from the line and covered your hair with it, letting the excess material wrap around your neck. Cassian caught on to what you were doing and chose to pull on a thick coat which thankfully covered most of his clothing. All too soon, you heard the unmistakable heavy footsteps approaching once more and you began to move again.

“Fancy taking a shortcut?” Cassian asked jokingly as he lead you back through the streets.

“Where did they go?” Asked one of the troopers. The mere fact that you could still hear them proved that they were too close for comfort and weren’t giving up.

“Cassian, stop.” You placed a hand on his arm and he looked at you in utter confusion. “Do you trust me?”

“What are you -”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Cassian told you honestly.

“Good. Then trust me with this.” Before he could even think to reply, you had already grabbed the front of his coat and pulled him closer, connecting your lips in a hasty kiss. Cassian, although surprised, trusted you as he said he would. Placing his hands on your waist, he carefully backed you up against the wall as the footsteps got louder, and you placed your hands on either side of his face in order to block the enemy’s view of your fellow rebel as they passed by.

You were the first to pull away as soon as you deemed it safe enough and you found yourself slightly out of breath. Cassian appeared the same way as he gazed at you with a look in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place.

“That was a good idea.” He spoke quietly.

Not trusting yourself to speak, you simply gave him a small smile before gesturing towards the street you had just came from. “Lead the way?”

The journey back to the ship was completed in relative quiet, with the only words spoken being from Cassian giving you directions. You had glanced at him several times since the kiss but it seemed he was pointedly avoiding your gaze. Finally, the familiar sight of the ship came into view and both of you sped up your walk to get there as soon as possible.

K-2SO, who had been impatiently waiting for your return, allowed you both to enter before speaking. “What took you so long? And what are you wearing?”

Sighing, you tore the scarf off of your head as Cassian quickly placed himself into his usual seat, already beginning to take off.

“Don’t worry about it, Kay.” You told him, moving towards the cockpit to take a seat.

K-2SO looked between Cassian and his friend before throwing his arms up in discontent. “I will never understand you two.”

“You’re not the only one.” You said, looking at Cassian once again.

“Stop looking at me like that.” Cassian said as he focused on flying the ship. “It’s distracting.”

“You’re distracting.” You retorted.

“How so?”

“Because now you’re tall, broody, handsome and a good kisser.”

Cassian couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. “Get some sleep. We’ll be back at the base in a few hours.”

“Can we talk then?” You asked, adjusting yourself in the seat to get more comfortable.

“Yes,” Cassian agreed with a small smile. “We’ll talk then.”

#cassian andor x reader #cassian andor imagine #rogue one imagine #star wars imagine #mine #what is this? a tangent basically

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