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kingofkingdom · 2 years

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1982

PART 3 TO 1979

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY (minors DNI or else)

Summary: Three years later, you and Din meet up with some old friends.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, accidental voyeurism, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, PIV sex, mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption, mentions of meat/meat consumption (not like that you pervert), smoking, use of firearms

Word Count: 11k

A/N: Um, hey! I’m back and here’s this. Been a long time coming, I know, but life has changed so much for me lately. So many good things. Hopefully this lil story can bring some good vibes to you too. Love y’all the most, thanks for sticking by. Enjoy!

The bar is crowded when the two of you walk in. The noise was audible from the parking lot, rollicking voices yelling and the snap of pool balls against one another echoing through the air. Springtime in Louisiana is muggy and hot, meaning you'd opted to wear your cutoffs and a crop top.

Din keeps a steady hand on your lower back as the two of you walk through the front doors, a hand that snakes around your waist once you're inside. He removes his sunglasses and hangs them on the collar of his shirt, looking around for his friends.

"Do you see them?" you ask, looking up at your boyfriend. It's been three years, but the thought of Din as solely and devotedly yours still puts butterflies in your stomach. You're partners more than anything - have been since the start, since Lubbock, really - but the term 'boyfriend' just hits you right in your sappy, teen-romance-loving heart.

He shakes his head, lips curled in a frown. The two of you aren't stuck looking for very long, because a waitress walks up to help you.

"Hey there! Welcome to Peli Motto's. Y'all want a table or a booth?"

Her southern accent is as thick as it is charming; you can't help but smile back, her positivity contagious. Din, however, seems to be unaffected. He squeezes your waist, bicep flexing against your back.

"We're here with the 'Dameron' party," he replies, voice tight and utterly professional.

The girl's smile widens. "Oh, great! They were just asking about the two ‘a you." She reaches over to a slot on the wall and grabs a couple of menus. "Follow me right this way."

You go first, following the waitress further into the building, with Din at your back. It was a strategic move on his part, walking behind you, and you realize this the moment you feel a hand grab at your ass through your shorts.

You just turn back and give him a look, one eyebrow raised. He's smirking, dark eyes playful in the low light of the bar. You roll your eyes at his antics, but if you sway your hips just a tad more as you walk, well. That's no one's business but yours - and Din's.

The table is set back in a quiet corner of the bar - quiet only compared to the rest of the establishment, because the guys seated in the large, circular booth are raucous and rowdy enough as it is. This reunion was a long time coming. Poe and Finn - who live together here in New Orleans - planned the whole thing, partly as a reunion and partly to celebrate Cassian's return home from a stint abroad. It's the first time they've all been together in one place since Vietnam.

You and Din wouldn't miss it for the world.

Of the guys, you've met Boba, Poe, and Mayfeld thus far. You're eager to meet Finn and Cassian, because you've heard so much about them from Din and the other members of the group. Din told you that apparently Cassian's also got a girl he's bringing along: Jyn. They met overseas and she's visiting the states with Cassian while he's back. Din heard all of this from Poe, so neither of you have met her.

The waitress shows you two to the table, and as soon as you��re in sight of the guys seated there, they let out a cacophony of whoops and hollers. You can’t help but smile, familiar and new faces alike calling out a welcome.

Poe’s voice is the loudest, and since he’s on the end, he hops up to greet you and Din.

“Well, look who it is!” he says, reaching out to pull you into a hug. You return his friendly embrace.

“It’s good to see you, Poe.”

He pulls away and smiles down at you. From somewhere at your back, Din clears his throat. He steps forward to swat his friend on the shoulder.

“Watch yourself, Dameron,” he growls, simultaneously putting an arm out to hug his friend. Everyone knows Dameron’s a natural flirt, so it’s all good-natured. The two guys pound each other on the back, as men always do, and break apart.

When you look up at Din, you see he's smiling.

At the table, everyone takes turns greeting you and Din as you slide into the booth. Finn, you discover, has a brilliant smile, and you look forward to chatting with him more. Cassian doesn’t seem overly extroverted, but he has a friendly face and a sharp wit that makes you laugh.

You end up sitting between Boba and Din, for which you’re grateful, because Boba’s the one you know best - after your boyfriend, of course. That first job in Idaho was… well, it was an introduction to a life you'd never expected to live. A life you now called your own.

You never knew Idaho had such beautiful mountains.

After driving through Twin Falls, up the middle of the state past farm fields and prairie, the Sawtooth Range rose like sentries against the blue, cloudless sky. Their jagged peaks cut harsh lines across the horizon, threatening both danger and adventure should one venture too close. Nose nearly pressed against the glass of the window, you'd stared at them like they might fall back into the earth the moment you blinked.

"I've never seen mountains like this," you'd confessed to Din. In reality, the closest you'd ever been to such magnificent scenery was when you'd seen pictures of the Rocky Mountains in picture books as a kid.

He'd looked over at you, at how enraptured you were with the rocky peaks.

"We don't have anywhere to be after this job with Boba. Maybe he'll let us hang around a bit longer, so we can explore."

You looked over, eyes wide with childlike excitement. "Really?"

Din chuckled, reaching out to put a hand on your thigh. You turned towards him, taking his hand in yours.

"Yes, really. We might even get lucky enough to see a moose, or some elk."

The drive continued to prove more and more impressive as the day went on. Din masterfully guided the truck around curving, winding mountain roads, hands sure and strong on the wheel. Towering Douglas fir and Ponderosa pines blocked the sun when the route dipped down into a valley.

When the road lifted up onto the backs of the smaller mountains, and a sign indicated a scenic turnout a mile ahead, you'd insisted you both stop.

Din had acquiesced, a small smile on his face.

You took your camera and jumped out of the vehicle as soon as Din put it in park. Even though it was summertime, the mountain air bit cool and windy against your skin. Ignoring the goosebumps now risen on your bare arms, you walked up to the log fence, bypassing the information plaque to instead take in the view.

Snow-capped peaks stood closer than ever before. Below them, the valley was spread out and glowing green in the afternoon sunlight, and the scent of pine drifted on the wind. Lifting your camera to your eye, you took a photo of the mountains, making sure to include the valley, too. So you could look back and see just how close to the clouds Din had taken you.

Looking back at your partner, you saw him leaning up against the passenger-side door, staring off to the side, himself enraptured by the beauty and tranquility of the place.

You lifted the camera again to snap a photo. You absolutely loved catching him candidly, capturing the natural poses his handsome features often found themselves in.

Din turned to you, having noticed the flash.

"Here," he said, holding a hand out for the camera. You stashed the photos you'd just taken in your pocket and handed it over. "I'll get one of you, with the mountains in back."

You hurried back to the fence and half-sat on it, hands resting on the rough wood as you smiled for the picture. You wore nothing special - only some secondhand jeans and one of Din's t-shirts, with some boots you'd found for cheap in Albuquerque - but it fit the occasion, you thought.

Din took the photo and then pulled it from the slot as it developed. Standing there on the gravel turn-out, the two of you watched the photo come to life, color blossoming across the page. It was completely average, in your eyes, but Din slipped it in his breast pocket nonetheless.

"C'mon, sweetheart," he said, looping his arm around your waist, hand tucked in the front pocket of your jeans. "Let's get going."

Just as the two of you turned back onto the road, another vehicle pulled into the gravel lookout. It was a VW van, a few years old from the looks of it, and out hopped an elderly lady, her husband, and a little weiner dog.

It made your heart ache for what might be.

The drive to Boba's place took another hour and a half. He lived outside Stanley, in a remote pocket of the National Forest only accessible by gravel roads.

"Never known the man to be overly sociable," Din told you with a smirk. "I'm surprised he's let even me know about this place."

Better for hunting bounties, Din had said. Apparently men fleeing from the law often sought refuge in this dangerous, rugged terrain, and Boba made a living by tracking them down and turning them in. 'Warm or cold', as Din liked to say. Whatever brought in the paycheck with no loss of life or limb. Plus, he had the added benefit of no nosy neighbors and possibly the most quiet one could achieve in the lower 48.

His driveway led to a large clearing, in which stood a modest but comfortable cabin as well as outbuildings and fenced-in pastureland. A few horses grazed, and three big dogs ran up alongside the truck as you and Din drove up. He parked the truck alongside a similarly old, beat-up pickup, and cut the engine.

Your feet hit the gravel just as you heard the cabin's front door slam shut, a cacophony of barking accompanying the sound. One of the dogs, a yellow lab with mud on its paws and legs, ran up to you and nearly bowled you over with its weight.

"Don't mind her," a low, accented voice called out, "Kamino's not used to visitors."

Doing your best to appease the excited dog while also greeting your host, you kept your hand down for Kamino to lick while looking up to give Boba a warm smile.

"It's so nice to finally meet you," you said, standing upright and properly looking at Boba Fett. Din had given you a short description - "mean-looking, like he got in a fight with a grizzly and won" - but you didn't realize how right that was until this moment. Scars criss-crossed his face, head, and shoulders, and his gaze was calculating and assertive. He smiled, though, and put a firm hand on your shoulder.

"Welcome to my home. Any friend of Din's is a friend of mine."

Footsteps came around the back of the truck and Boba turned from you to Din, your partner holding your shared duffel of clothes.

"Good to see you again," Din said, reaching out a hand for Boba to shake.

Boba took his hand and pulled him in for a half-hug. "It's been too long, brother."

You watched as the old friends reunited, their camaraderie still evident despite not seeing each other for a few years. Boba's tattoo, the one with a matching twin on Din's ribs, peeked out from under his shirt's sleeve, black ink barely visible on his upper arm.

They broke apart and Din's gaze found you. You stepped forward, into his embrace, and the two of you followed Boba up into the house.

For a log cabin inhabited solely by a gruff, single man, the house was surprisingly tidy. Everything was neat and clean - not in a rushed way that told you he was preparing for visitors, but in a way that belied a habit of cleanliness in Boba's everyday life. There was a fireplace against one wall and a set of windows in another, looking out over the forest and mountains beyond. Armchairs dotted the main room, with well-loved blankets thrown over the backs of them.

He showed the two of you to the guest room, sparsely decorated save for a few books on top of the dresser. Din set the duffel bag on the bed, which looked incredibly comfortable, and Boba continued showing you around the house. Through the kitchen, where the bathrooms were, the whole nine.

"You two want to take a seat?" Boba asked once the tour was through. The three of you ended up in the living room, where the fireplace was. "The drive must've been long, all the way up from Vegas. I'll get you something to drink."

"Thanks, Boba," you replied, finding a spot on the sofa, and Din followed closely behind, settling in next to you.

Your host returned with three cold bottles of beer, the glass covered in a layer of condensation. You accepted yours gratefully and turned, noticing where Boba was taking his seat, propping your feet up on Din's lap so you could face the conversation more fully.

One of his hands, the one not currently holding his beer, dropped down to rest on the top of your socked foot, massaging gently.

"So," Boba started, settling in. Taking the two of you - an old friend and that friend's new flame - in. "How did such a pretty girl wind up with the last man I expected to settle down?"

Din took a sip of his drink, looking over at you with a sly smile, grip tightening on your foot. The orange light of the fireplace, flames warm against your back, casted flickering shadows across his face. You tilted your head, raising your brow at him, daring him to say something with that smart mouth of his.

He turned back to Boba. "You want God's honest truth?"

"You know me well enough to know the answer to that, Din," the older man quipped.

"I have no fucking idea."

That made you laugh, the ridiculousness of it. "Shut up, you big sap," you protested, sitting up to push him gently in the shoulder. It's too bashful and sweet for him - for your grumpy, tough, tattooed bounty hunter.

"It's true," he said, glancing over at you. "Every day that goes by I'm shocked you're still with me, cyar'ika."

You huffed, taking a swig of your beer, unaccustomed to such talk, especially in front of someone else. "Well, it'll be a cold day in hell before you see me leave you."

Boba laughed at that, saying something about the pair you two made, before the conversation steered in a different direction.

As the night wore on and the three of you passed the line from tipsy into drunk, you found yourself pressing your body closer and closer to Din until you were cuddling him, needy and drowsy and bubbling with giddiness for no apparent reason. Head resting on his chest, tucked under his chin, your ear felt the vibration of his words as he reminisced with Boba. Trading the war stories they shared with a heavy air of gratitude for it all being over, the conversation lasted well into the early hours of the morning.

You fell asleep like that, on Din's chest.

The next morning, you awoke in your bed in the guest room to the smell of bacon and the sight of pale sunlight streaming through the window. Birds chirped outside and something warm and large stirred next to you.

Din groaned softly, stretching his arms toward the headboard. His biceps flexed, strong and sure and glowing in the morning light. You looked up at him, at the groggy haze in his deep brown eyes, at the way his lips curled as he suppressed a yawn, and your heart swelled.

"Could get used to this," you murmured, and Din hummed in agreement, bringing an arm down to rest lazily on your shoulders.

The covers were a soft, flannel-like material that was cozy and warm to the point that you didn't want to get out of bed. You snuggled down into Din, as close as you could get.

Your partner gently rolled you over, guiding you onto your back so he could hover above you. Like this you felt caged, but in a good way - as though you could never find harm or trouble so long as Din held you like this, as though his arms protected you from everything the world outside threw at you.

Gazing up at him, you brought your hands up to his cheeks, caressing the soft, stubbled skin there with your thumbs.

Without a word, he leaned down and pressed his lips against your own. Muddled and messy in the remnants of sleep, the kiss was not one meant to lead to anything more. Your legs opened lazily, out of instinct, out of want to keep him there forever. Din closed his eyes and kissed you and tasted you in the way only he knew how.

From the kitchen, downstairs and adjacent to the living room, a record played, soft through the walls. Something old-fashioned, like Buddy Holly or Chuck Berry. The tinny sound of the singer's voice made you smile against Din's lips.

"What?" he'd questioned, pouting like a young boy at the thought of pulling away so soon.

You blinked, staring up into his deep brown eyes. You ran your thumb up across his brow, down his cheekbone, to the cleft of his chin.

"I just… I just think I love you, is all."

Your words seemed to take Din by surprise. It wasn't what you were going to say - you'd meant to comment about leaving Boba waiting, or something about not wanting to leave the bed, but instead that undeniable truth had slipped from your lips.

He looked at you softly, adoringly. "Do you mean that?"

"Of course," you replied. "Never meant anything more."

Breakfast, once you and Din managed to get up and eat it, consisted of bacon and eggs made masterfully on a cast iron skillet. Boba sat back in his chair as he and Din discussed the upcoming job, one that needed to see its completion within the next couple of days.

You listened to their planning and deliberation with a quiet, observant ear, quite intrigued by this side of Din you'd never seen before.

He spoke without room for debate, always sure of his own opinion before voicing it to Boba. It was clear he had great respect for the older man, through both shared trauma and what seemed to be a sort of teacher-student dynamic. When Boba presented something in a different way, Din listened attentively, taking in his friend's words and taking them to heart. However, he also knew his own strength as a hunter - that much was clear.

They pulled out maps and black-and-white mugshots and police reports, piecing together the puzzle that made up this target. You could do little more than watch and sip your coffee.

After they settled on a plan, the two men took you out for some target practice before noon.

"If you're serious about this life," Boba had said, not unkindly, "then you'd better know how to handle a firearm."

Din nodded his agreement, so you went, walking with the two of them out back behind the barn. On a log, Boba set up some of your empty beer bottles from last night. Against the wooden slats of the barn rested three rifles - one of which you assumed was Din's - and each man carried a pistol or two on his person.

"Here." Din handed you a small revolver, keeping his hands close as you felt the weight of it. "Keep your finger off the trigger unless you mean to shoot at what you're pointing at. So long as these -" he ran his finger over the cylinder, pointing at the chambers and the bullets within them "- are loaded, you have the potential to fire."

Careful not to curl your index finger over the trigger, you took the gun from him, resting it in both hands.

"Now, I want you to aim it at that bottle," he said, pointing down the way at a glittering glass bottle. "Don't shoot, just aim. Use the sight at the end of the barrel."

You did as you were told, one hand around the grip and the other on the bottom, like you'd seen in movies and shows. Your index finger remained straight along the barrel. Down the sight, you saw the bottle, and you tried to keep your grip as steady as you could.

"Good. Next, use your thumb to cock the hammer. That little lever, there - yep, just like that."

Din put his large, warm hands on your shoulder blades. "You've aimed and now you've primed it to shoot. We didn't give you hearing protection, because we don't get that luxury when we're on the job. Fire when you're ready, but be prepared for the noise and the recoil."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. Inhale, exhale.

Your finger found the trigger and pulled before your nerves could warn you against it.

Din was right; the sound did make you jump a bit, just as the gun itself jumped in your hand from the force of the recoil. The loud 'POP' masked the shattering of glass several yards ahead of you, so you didn’t realize you'd hit your target until you looked up and saw Din and Boba both smiling at you.

"Good job, kid," Boba grunted, clearly at least somewhat impressed. "Not bad for your first go."

You tested out each of the guns - for the rifles, Din gave you a set of earmuffs, the kind he'd wear on a stakeout if he were perched somewhere watching for a target. In the end, you liked the revolver the best, its handle fitting snugly into your palm and the bite of its recoil the least jarring of all of them.

In your heart of hearts, you hoped you'd never have to use any of them. But it was good to know, regardless, in case Din ever needed help. That's a thought that made you grin - some beastly brute getting the better of your partner, only to be defeated by an unassuming girl with a gun.

After lunch, Din and Boba left to do some recon on the target, having asked whether you wanted to join them and acquiescing when you'd declined. Instead, you chose to indulge in some alone time in the cabin, taking up residence on the balcony that overlooked the mountains. With a blanket over your legs and your coffee mug refilled, you'd put on one of Boba's old-timey records and sat down with a book to read.

The tranquility of it all drew a few visitors.

First, it was a few deer, a mother doe and her two fawns. You watched with bated breath as they wandered through the meadow, nibbling at grasses and wildflowers, before trotting along and disappearing through the treeline.

Then, a lone elk made his way through. This visitor made you sit up in your chair and peer over the railing, watching as the proud male strutted through the open grass and into the trees, just as the deer had done. Once he was gone, your heart still racing, you ran to grab your camera. Just in case.

No one else visited you until Boba and Din got back.

They returned with good news: they had located and apprehended the target, with more ease than they'd expected. This made you relieved, all at once glad neither of them was in danger and thankful you didn't have to get involved in the fray. Someday you'd have to, you knew, but not so soon.

That evening, after Din came back inside from his last smoke before bed, you caught him in the entryway. His jacket was still on, Marlboros tucked in the pocket.

"We should ask," you urged, wrapping your hands around his waist, drawing him closer. He put his hands on your hips and hummed. "Ask Boba about staying. Even a few days would be so nice."

Din nodded. "In the morning, cyar'ika. It would be a shame to let those warm sheets go to waste."

You wrinkled your nose at his comment, drawing a chuckle from his chest. He placed a kiss on your forehead, then walked with you further into the house. You were dressed in one of his t-shirts and little else, teeth brushed and hair up, ready for bed. Din discarded his jacket on one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

He looked back at you, an up-and-down once-over, the glimmer in his eyes a telltale sign of his wicked intent. Your heart raced, cheeks warming. He took a step towards you.

Hand back on your hip, he turned swiftly and pressed you against the counter, white tile digging into your back. His fingers trailed up your sides and found the peaks of your nipples through the shirt you wore, braless in preparation for sleep.

The yellowish light from the fixture overhead doused both of you in a soft, intimate glow. Beside you, the dishwasher ran, water rushing and gurgling quietly in an imitation of the words Din muttered in your ear.

"Can't believe how fuckin' lucky I am. You're perfect, you know that?"

It made you giggle, stretching your arms up to rest on his shoulders. You raised a brow, but you couldn't hide your smile. His hair, perpetually messy and disheveled, shone almost auburn in the light, a halo around his head that cast his handsome features in shadow.

"You really are a sap, huh?"

Din chuckled, but his hand continued to gently feel at your breast through your - his - shirt. His other palm rested on the counter behind you.

He pressed his lips to your ear, then to your jaw, then to your cheek. "Maybe I am. All your fault, though."

His free hand dipped down to grasp at your upper thigh, his crouched stance indicating he wanted you to hop up on the counter. You did so, with his help - you always forgot how strong he was until a moment like that, when he'd lift you without a second thought.

You settled your ass on the cool counter, legs spread to allow Din enough room to press even closer to you. Your heels found the backs of his legs, wrapped around and pressed to faded jeans to secure his place at your front.

From somewhere overhead, footsteps creaked, the sound muffled through the ceiling. Then the faint click of a lamp turning off.

Din began rucking your shirt up, enough so he could slip his hands underneath and feel at your bare skin. You turned your head and caught his lips with your own, a quiet whine escaping your throat when he kneaded both of your breasts. You concentrated on the taste of him, the fresh tobacco on his breath mixing with the mint-baking soda of your toothpaste, even though the way his fingers caressed your chest made it hard not to squirm where you sat.

Desperate to feel more of his skin against your own, you brought your hands down to the hem of his shirt and started tugging, insistent.

Din stepped back to pull his shirt off by the back of the collar, all in one fell swoop, and there was a moment of stillness that followed. You, taking in the broad expanse of his chest and abdomen, and him, watching your face as you observed him.

Reaching your hands out, you looked up and caught his gaze again. He stepped forward so you could put your hands on his bare skin.

"I think I'm the lucky one," you murmured, curling your fingertips into the smooth skin over his ribs, short fingernails leaving barely-there crescents in their wake. "Getting to have all of this."

Your partner chuckled, ghosting his nose across the apple of your cheek. His hands found the tops of your thighs, skating up and beneath the hem of your modest, plain panties. The navy blue ones, today. Soft and reliable and nothing too special.

"All of what, sweetheart?" His words were whispered into the skin of your neck as he kissed the salty remnants of your sweat away. Tongue darting out swiftly, he tasted you in that small kitchen that smelled of woodsmoke and pine.

He was a furnace with the way his bare skin warmed you. For ages you've been cold, naturally so, frigid fingertips and toes in even the summer months, but Din has enough heat to share between the both of you. This was the same that night; you pressed the backs of your fingers into the skin of his chest, shivering with how quickly this seemed to bring life to your bones.

"You, Din," you whispered, eyes fluttering closed as his teeth nipped at your neck. "All of you, all of your… your -"

He cut you off with the press of his lips to your own. You moaned, caught off guard by the interruption, distracted immediately and thoughts floating away on the still, silent air.

Your hands flew up to cup his face, just as you had done that morning. His grip tightened on your hips, kneading and groping at your skin there. Wanting to be closer, to feel more of him, you kissed him deeper, pressing your clothed front against his bare chest. Nipples grazing his skin through the thin fabric of the shirt.

For several long minutes, you kissed him like that. Hot and heavy and perfect. Your combined breaths sang the song of your desire, and when you bit at his plush bottom lip, Din groaned.

"You'll be the death of me, cyar'ika," he muttered, fingers playing with your panties like he meant to slide them off. "Walking around in my clothes, half naked like this."

"Hey," you chuckled, "I don't see you complaining, smartass."

He smiled, a quirk of his lips up as his tongue darted out to run along his teeth. "I'm not. Just… making an observation."

From their place at your hips, wound up in your panties, his hands began moving ever so slowly down your legs. You put your hands down on the counter to push yourself up and help him along. Din dragged the process out; he trailed your underwear down your legs painstakingly slowly, taking his time, massaging the spaces behind your knees and then your calves and then your ankles, until he finally slid the garment all the way off.

Coy smile still on his face, he tucked your panties into the back pocket of his jeans.

God, those jeans. Slung low on his hips, obscene in the way they provided you a view of his hipbones and the trail of hair that led much lower, you cursed yourself for not having your camera at the ready. What a picture he'd make like this.

The tile counter was cold against your bare bottom, but you soon forgot your discomfort when Din curled his fingers under the hem of your shirt and lifted, just enough to see what lay at the apex of your thighs.

"Not complaining," he muttered again, staring down at the way you glistened for him. "You just have to know what you do to me, sweet thing."

"Tell me, then," you replied.

He looked up to your face and then back down again, and you watched the gears turn in his brain as he decided upon his course of action. Carefully, quietly, he lowered himself to his knees and he brought your legs up onto his shoulders. Catching on, you scooted forward as much as you could in eager preparation.

Din pressed a kiss into the inside of your thigh, his hands tight and unyielding where they gripped the skin of your legs.

His breath warmed your chilled flesh as he whispered into it, and you felt the words more than heard them. "Makes me so goddamned hard, seeing you in my shirts. Every time you step foot outside in one of 'em."

Bringing a hand up to curl in his dark locks, you hummed. "Yeah? Y'know why I do it?"

He responded with a questioning grunt. His teeth then made another appearance, biting a mark into the thickest, widest portion of your upper thigh. He loved your thighs - loved watching them as you rode him into oblivion, loved holding onto them when you sat on his lap, and he especially loved them in times like this, when his mouth descended upon the nectar dripping from your center and they wrapped around his head, quivering from your pleasure.

In all honesty, if Din was asked which part of your body he loved the most, he'd have a hard time answering. He'd always had a tough time choosing favorites.

"Why's that, baby girl?"

He glanced up at you from his spot between your legs, brown eyes shimmering with something akin to delight. Maybe humor. It reminded you of a painting you'd once seen in a library book, something filled with shadow save for a single beam of light not unlike the bulb overhead.

That was the thing about your feelings for Din; they could seem all at once brighter than the sun and darker than a winter's night. You knew the violence he was capable of - had witnessed a portion of it firsthand - and saw how jealousy flashed dangerous in his gaze. Yet you also knew how good he was with children, and at making sandcastles, and at singing along to songs even though he didn't know the words to them.

Din pressed a kiss to the seam of your thigh, breath floating over your weeping sex. You scratched a gentle pattern against his warm scalp.

"'Cause I like it when other people can tell. When they know I'm yours just by looking at me."

In the moment after you spoke, he licked into you, deep and insistent, and the suddenness of it made you yelp. A high-pitched noise accompanied by pinched brows and clenched muscles, you slapped your free hand over your mouth to prevent any more incriminating noises from slipping out.

Something about what you said must have spurred him on, because Din set to eating you out like a man starved.

Nose nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves at the peak of your pussy, Din's mouth worked magic against your soft, glistening folds. His grip tightened on your hips, bruising, as he pressed his mouth to your cunt. It was divine, like everything is with him, and your legs trembled with the feeling of it where his tongue caressed you.

Your hand, the one not covering your mouth, threaded through Din's thick hair and held on like a rider on her bronco. You tried not to let your hips thrash too wildly against him, but the building desire in your skin made that a near herculean task.

"Din…" you uttered through your fingers, whispering, "Din, you gotta… oh my god -"

He hummed into you, dragging his sinful tongue up until he could catch your clit, pressing a rhythm into it and making you whine. Your orgasm built, hot and insistent in your core, and you knew he could feel you clench with it.

"Din," you repeat, "I need… need you to…"

Pulling away ever so slightly, he looked up at you with a devious glint in his eyes. The lower half of his face shone in the low light with traces of your wetness.

"What, baby? What do you need?"

Your mouth dropped open, breath escaping your lungs in bursts.

"I need… need'ya to - to -"

Din stood, silent and almost menacing in front of you. Even though you were nearly at eye level with one another like this, his dark gaze told you exactly what you needed to know. His hands remained on your hips, slotting his own in between your thighs.

God, what a vision. You looked up at him and your heart melted, needing him to fuck you like you need air to breathe.

Leaning back, you spread yourself out for him, hand trailing up your stomach to pull the hem of your shirt over your breasts. You watched his brows fall, eyes dark and intent in the way they gazed upon your figure.

"Please, Din."

"Please what? C'mon, sweet thing, you gotta be more specific. Tell me what you want - let me hear you say it," he muttered, though his hand was already reaching for the waistband of his boxers, visible through his open fly.

You tried to wiggle closer, but his hand on your hip stopped you. "Please, I need - need you to fuck me. Need your - need you in - inside me."

Din smiled, jaw working as his hands pulled his hard, aching member from the confines of his pants. Your eyes widened as you watched him stroke himself once, then twice, before tightening his grip around the base. The heavy girth that'll split you open and have you begging, whimpering, crying for more.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing his cock, much less feeling it split you open.

"I got you, cyar’ika.”

It only took a certain sway of his hips for him to press himself against you, using his fingers and his pelvis to notch his cock at the exact place you needed it most. Watching the way he moved toward you, mimicking the way he would soon move inside you, made your pussy clench against him.

“Look at me,” he murmured, squeezing your hip.

You did as he said, focusing your attention on dark brown eyes, and it wasn’t a moment later that you felt him thrust his hips forward. Into you. Through you.

A moan slipped out of your throat as you watched his eyebrows furrow in time with the feeling of him stretching you open. It was loud, much too loud for the quiet that blanketed the cabin, but Din covered your mouth with his hand anyway.

Urging you back, he leaned forward as he seated himself fully inside of you.

"Gotta be quiet, pretty girl," he muttered, though you could hear the strain in his voice, words uttered through clenched teeth and restraint. "Don't wanna wake Boba up, do we?"

You shook your head, eyes wide as you continued to stare up at Din. Above you, your hands skated up his back, restlessly grasping at him to urge him along. He pushed ever so slightly forward, adjusting the both of you, and you felt him brush against that spot within you only he'd ever been able to reach.

Pleasure-pain shot through your body. You arched up against him, against his hand on your mouth, eyes fluttering closed.

"Fuck. Can - can I --"

You nodded before he could finish the thought, knowing what he planned to ask and agreeing to it, like, five minutes ago.

Din pulled his hips back and snapped forward, jarring and sudden like the recoil of his gun. Your eyes rolled back in your head and an inelegant whimper escaped your lips, only to be muffled by the palm of his hand.

Then he decided he'd rather shut you up with something else, something better, and he leaned down to kiss you.

He built up a rhythm as your tongues met, licking and biting and tasting. At one point it became little more than breathing each other's air, mouths hung open against one another as Din worked himself inside of you. His hip bones, ever his most seductive attribute (aside from, of course, everything else about him), bruised your own with the way he fucked you. Little noises escaped his throat and you nearly pointed it out - you would have if it weren't for the delicious crest you could feel rapidly approaching within.

He could sense it too. Din reached down and pressed a finger to that not-so-secret little spot and began to tease it, using the rhythm of his hips to draw seismic shockwaves out of your cunt.

Your lover kissed you again, hard, his hand in your hair, and then you both heard the sound of footsteps on groaning hardwood stairs.

Din froze. Your eyes snapped open and you saw him clench his jaw. Felt his hand slide up and around to your thigh.

"Don't stop on my account," Boba drawled, sounding much too amused for your liking.

Sighing, Din dropped his head to rest on the tile next to your face. He looked back up and tugged your shirt down as much as he could, trying his best to protect your modesty.

"You did this on fuckin' purpose, Fett."

The older man chuckled. You heard a cabinet slam shut, then running water. "It's not like I didn't give you two rabbits a bed for a reason."

The embarrassment that coursed through your veins in that moment was so visceral it was hot to the touch. This was the first time you'd met any of Din's friends or family, and here you and he have gone and fucked it up. Taken advantage of Boba's hospitality and acted like horny, ungrateful teenagers.

"Listen, you can give me shit for this all you want tomorrow. There's only one other person in this room who's seen my dick and I'd like to keep it that way."

Boba laughed, hearty and deep. "Alright, alright. I'll get out of your hair. But it is good to know you treat your girl right, Djarin."

"Boba!" you and Din exclaimed simultaneously, and he left in a whirl of guffaws and snickering.

Suffice it to say, that night ended a bit differently than you'd anticipated. When the dust settled in the morning and Din wasn't quite so ruffled by the interruption, you mustered up the courage to ask your question, despite it all.

Boba, of course, agreed wholeheartedly.

You can't help the flush that warms your cheeks when you greet Boba. He gives you a sly smile but otherwise no indication of that… memorable encounter. It was three years ago, but it's still seared into your memory like it happened yesterday.

Jyn is seated across the table from you and you aren’t able to properly introduce yourself to her beyond a wave ‘hello’. You make it your mission, internally, to get to know her more before the end of the night. She's beautiful, dressed very well, with a pair of earrings that you'll be sure to ask her about later, if only to make her effort of wearing them noticed.

After the waitress takes your drink orders, the conversation flows easily, with you and Din the center of attention, having just arrived. The round table is perfect for this sort of gathering, as you're afforded an equal view of everyone.

Finn begins, leaning forward with his arms crossed on the table. His tattoo peeks out from under the loose collar of his shirt. “Poe relayed the story of how you and Din met to me, but I think you two should tell it the way it really went.”

You glance up at Din, who looks down at you and shifts to wrap his arm around your shoulders. You lean into him and then look back to Finn as you answer.

“I was hitchhiking. Somehow I got lucky and he picked me up. Turns out, we enjoy each other's company quite a lot."

Mayfeld, who until this point has been uncharacteristically quiet, immediately groans. “C’mon, give us the details. When did y’all get down and dirty, huh?”

You laugh, but the words are barely out of his mouth before Din’s balling up a napkin in his free hand and flinging it at him. The paper hits Mayfeld squarely in the forehead and he reacts with an affronted “Hey!”

Din points at him, brow raised in a glare. “You’re on thin ice, you bastard. You and Dameron both.”

This causes the table to erupt into laughter. You can see the beginnings of a smile forming on Din’s lips, despite his thinly veiled threats. He’s enjoying his time back with his friends, you can tell.

From across the table, you hear Jyn speak up, her British accent a welcome respite from all the testosterone the two of you are currently surrounded by.

“What’s been your favorite memory travelling with Din so far?” she asks with a smile. You appreciate her genuine interest, apparent in her expression as she listens to you.

Immediately, your mind goes to the obvious: Grogu. You and Din talk about him all the time, but have never been back to Lubbock, or even really that area of Texas at all. It still hurts to think of him, of how good those days were, but the two of you have also had so many wonderful days since.

The kid was the reason the two of you stuck together in the beginning. He was the glue, at first - the catalyst that made you realize your feelings for one another. Without that fateful night in the motel, when his mother took a chance on two strangers, you'd be god-knows-where doing god-knows-what.

When you look up to Din, you can tell he’s thinking the same. His eyes have that look in them that they always do whenever the kid comes up.

He’d be four years old by now.

The only problem is, no one knows about Grogu but the two of you. Not Boba, not Poe, no one.

You turn your attention back to Jyn. “We went to Glacier about a year ago,” you tell her, because that trip was memorable for many reasons. “We did the whole nine yards - camped out, hiked, you name it. My favorite part was the Going-To-The-Sun road, which is this road that’s on the side of a mountain with a crazy steep drop at the side. I thought Din’s hands were going to bond to the steering wheel from how tight he was holding onto it.”

“Six-thousand feet,” Din interjects, “with just a tiny stone wall between us and certain death.”

Finn shudders violently. "That's awful!" he exclaims, lips curled in disgust. "I'll stay on solid ground, thank you very much."

You can't help but laugh at your friends' antics, their reactions to your story and Din's recollection of that drive.

Of course, you don't tell them that Din made you come four times that night, tucked away in a little tent with nothing around but nighttime air and the sounds of your pleasure.

Before anyone can say anything more, the waitress comes back with your drinks and takes your orders. Poe gets a plate of wings for the table as an appetizer and Din orders a burger with an extra helping of fries to share with you. Everything on the menu sounds so delicious that you have a tough time choosing, but ultimately you go for the house-made barbecue sandwich. If there's one thing you know about the south and places like this, it's to always go for their house specialty if you want the best their cuisine has to offer.

From somewhere towards the front of the bar, someone has put a quarter in the C-D jukebox to change the song, cutting out a Journey hit from a few years ago to be replaced by one of Stevie Nicks' solo songs. You're not sure of the title, but the iconic singer's voice is unmistakable as it flows through the speakers.

The beat makes you tap your fingers rhythmically against the tabletop. It's edgier than Fleetwood Mac's earlier records, but easily danced to, a common thread throughout most of the artist's discography. You've always loved Stevie Nicks. Din had been undecided on her until you insisted on playing Rumors for him in its entirety, which ended up winning him over.

"So both Mick and Lindsey were into Stevie? What about Christine?"

You laughed. The California sun was just as hot as you remembered, even in winter. Christmas in San Diego was beginning to look like a tradition, your handsome traveling partner and yourself finding your feet in the sand at La Jolla just as you had last year.

"Christine was married to John, who plays bass. They got divorced during the recording of the album too.”

Din nodded, mouth opening in a silent 'ah'. He was so attentive, listening carefully as you spun the story as you'd heard it from girlfriends and magazine pages.

The large towel you two laid on still had the tag from the store. Your cooler, full of half-melted ice and cans of soda and beer, helped to pin the fluttering end down at your feet.

You wore your yellow bikini - thank god it still fit. You'd helped Din pick out new swim trunks this year, forest green and simple but they fit him like a glove. He wore his shades, too, and smoked his usual cigarette.

All in all, it made the Christmas of 1980 just perfect. A little chilly, sure, but picturesque and relaxing as hell.

From somewhere behind you, voices drew close, moving in from the parking area.

"See, Han? We're not the only ones out here. Come on, let's find a good spot."

"A good spot? There's one other couple on the beach, Leia."

"Exactly!"

You turned as best you could in your position on your stomach and caught sight of a young couple making their way down the beach. The woman, short and brunette, led the way, while her tall, harried-looking partner followed along, a beach chair under each arm.

The woman, who you presumed to be Leia, looked up and spotted the two of you. She stopped short, waving, and so you waved back.

Din, sitting up on your opposite side, put a hand on your hip. "You know these two?"

You shook your head, propping yourself up on your elbows. "Nah. They seem nice, though."

Leia picked her way across driftwood and empty beer bottles, clearly making an effort to say hello. Her hair was done up in intricate, beautiful braids, and she smiled brightly as she approached.

"Merry Christmas!" she greeted. "And Happy Hanukkah, and all the rest. You both have the right idea, I say. Han wasn't so convinced."

You sat up fully, brushing sand from your front, and stood to meet these newcomers. Din followed suit.

"Same to you - Leia, did I hear right?"

Your new friend nodded. "Yes, that's me. And that's Han, the scruffy-looking chump with the chairs back there."

Han frowned, shouting back in protest. "Hey! Who's scruffy-looking?"

You couldn't help but chuckle, their friendly banter a welcome intrusion on what might otherwise have been a calm, uninteresting morning. You crossed your arms and turned to Din, introducing yourself and then him.

"Nice to meet you," Din said, mouth curled in a frown. You rolled your eyes, turning back to Leia, leaning in conspiratorially with a grin.

"Looks like we have the same taste in men, huh?"

That made her laugh, a rowdy noise that you knew would be the life of the party if you were in a crowd. This stranger was beginning to grow on you, her smile infectious, and it made you realize how much you missed having a good old-fashioned friend. Sure, you had Din, and no one could replace him, but having another woman to talk to might be… nice, actually!

You felt a hand come to rest on your shoulder and you turned to look at Din, finding him staring at you with his brow raised. You knew that expression - one that said 'Really? You're sure about this?' - and you shrugged a yes.

It was just then that Han caught up to the group, slightly out of breath.

"Leia, did we forget to pick up drinks?"

The woman's face fell, getting serious for a moment. "Oh, shoot and molasses, we did. I'd hate to have to r-"

Din stepped forward, taking his cigarette out of his mouth to speak. He squeezed your shoulder gently and then gestured over to the cooler. "We've got plenty extra, if you care to join."

The barbecue sandwich is heavenly and it's only made better by the conversation that's been happening around your table. Drinks have been flowing steadily, outmatched only by the stories your newfound friends tell. Some of them make you laugh until you're nearly in stitches, while others have you captivated and on the edge of your seat. Poe's a pilot, was in the war and has now made a career of it, and he loves to regale everyone with his tales of misadventure and the cast of characters he's met.

Your meal is nearly finished when you hear Jyn excuse herself to use the restroom. You follow suit, taking the chance to accompany her - as girls tend to do - and to have a one-on-one conversation with her.

She turns to you as you make your way to the bathrooms, tucked away in a far corner of the bar. You have to cross through the crowded floor to get there, so Jyn puts a hand on your elbow to keep from losing you in the fray.

"So, where are you from?" she asks, voice just audible in your ear. "Originally, I mean. When you were younger."

Turning back with a humored look on your face, you reply. "Nowhere interesting. Just a town along a highway with a Wal-Mart and a couple bars."

Your new friend laughs, like she doesn't quite believe you. "Surely there must have been something exciting about the place where you grew up!"

"I promise, nothing to write home about. What about you? Where in the UK are you from?"

"Oh, I'm from Birmingham," she tells you. The two of you turn the corner where the sign for the restrooms points and make your way to the swinging wooden door labelled 'Ladies'.

Jyn heads to a stall while you stand at a sink and touch up what little makeup you have on. Your mascara has run ever so slightly from tears of laughter, so you take a paper towel, wet it, and wipe the dark marks away. There are a few other women around you chatting and putting themselves together - overall the stereotypical scene in a bar's women's restroom.

When Jyn emerges, you scoot over so she can take her spot at the sink and wash her hands. You look at her in the mirror, arms crossed over your chest, hip resting against the bathroom counter. Her earrings glint in the fluorescent light.

"Those are cute," you tell her with a smile, causing her to glance up. "Your earrings. Where'd you get them?"

"Oh! Thank you. Cassian bought them for me for our one-year anniversary. They've got my birthstone in them - topaz for November."

You nod, smiling. About to continue the conversation, you open your mouth to speak, but you're interrupted by someone noisy and excited entering the small restroom.

"God, Soka, you should have seen the look on his face when I told him! I'll never forget it --"

The familiar voice cuts off right as you turn and make eye contact with, of all people in the world, Leia Organa.

"Oh my god --"

"Leia, what --"

You and she exclaim to one another at precisely the same moment, cutting one another off with broad smiles on your faces. She's dressed in baggy jeans and a tight tank top, with her hair up in her signature braids. Her friend, the woman she walked in with, has a dark complexion and braids across the crown of her head and over her shoulders, inlaid with gold rings.

Together they make quite the fashionable pair, though you wouldn't expect much else from Leia.

"Am I dreaming?" she trills as her friend makes a dash for one of the open stalls. Beside you, Jyn gives you a pat on the arm and you wave goodbye, seeing that she wants to get back to the table.

You laugh. "Hardly! It's so good to see you, Leia. What brings you into the area?"

She smiles warmly, clasping her hands in front of her stomach. "Soka and Han and my brother and I are all in town for a wedding! My parents are renewing their vows, isn't that great? My gosh, it's great to see you too! How long has it been now?"

"Well, last Christmas, so…" you do the math in your head, counting backwards, "about five months?"

Your friend nods. "That sounds right. Oh, Han and I were telling Luke - my brother, that is - all about our Christmas brunch on the beach this past year. One of the best Christmases I've ever had and I stand by that."

The restroom has grown a bit crowded, so you and Leia make your way out and into the hallway where there's a bit more breathing room. She leans up against the wall, short stature putting her just above eye level with the light switches next to her.

"It was a great one," you agree, remembering the meal you and Din shared with Leia and Han on that same beach where you met two years prior. You'd met up a few times outside the holidays when your schedules and locations lined up, but Christmas was always special.

Leia looks at you with a toothy smile. She's got this energetic, outgoing energy about her that you can't help but connect with. She's told you she wants to be a senator someday - though with Han's line of work, that may be difficult. You'd learned soon after meeting them that he's a smuggler, though of what you're not sure, and Leia's a trust fund baby with cash out her eyeballs. They make quite an interesting pair, but somehow they work out perfectly. Their banter is playful and you've seen Han kiss her almost as much as she's seen Din kiss you.

"How's Din doing?" she asks, black-lined eyelids fluttering with interest. "Is he here?"

You nod, smiling at the mention of your partner. "He is. We're here for a reunion of sorts for him. Friends from 'Nam, actually."

Leia gives you a knowing look. "I should have known, you two hardly spend a moment apart. I'd say I don't know how you do it, but Han and I aren't much better."

Giggling, you turn in towards her to let someone past, the hallway small and dark and filled with framed photos and newspaper articles. There's one of Arnold Schwarzenegger sitting at the bar; it surprises you, because you could've sworn you saw him on a movie poster just last week.

Just as you're about to turn back to Leia, someone steps up behind her, a hand on her shoulder.

She looks over to him and says something you can't quite catch through the way your ears rush with an unknown, unusual emotion.

In front of you is a man with a priest's collar. A blond man with a priest's collar that looks all too familiar, even though the last time you saw him it was only for a second and it was three years ago.

"This is my brother Luke," Leia says to you. "Still can't believe my twin's a priest, for chrissake --"

"Leia," the man scolds, though his lips curl up in the beginnings of a grin.

You think you're going to be sick.

"Excuse me," you grit out, rudely pushing past and making a beeline for Din.

You find him standing next to Boba, having left the table in favor of finding a few more drinks at the bar. They stand with their heads tilted towards one another, talking in low voices, but when Din sees your face he turns towards you, concerned.

"Is everything oka--"

Taking him by the bicep, you tug him towards a dark, empty corner of the bar where you can talk in relative privacy. Your heart is racing, mind swirling with all the unlikely reactions Leia's brother is surely going to have at recognizing the two of you.

"It's the… it's him. The priest from the school."

Din furrows his brow, confused. He puts a soothing hand on your shoulder but it does little to calm your nerves.

"What are you talking about?"

You give him a look, eyes wide. "The school in Lubbock, Din. That priest."

Your partner blanches, face falling. "What?"

"Yeah. And not only that, he’s fucking Leia’s brother.”

Din’s expression morphs into one of shock, his mouth open, nose scrunched. “Huh?”

His face makes you laugh, realizing how your words sounded. “No, I mean he is her brother. Sorry, that came out wrong.”

"Oh," he replies, eyebrows bouncing up. His hand comes up to cover his mouth as he looks off into the distance, then he glances back down at you. "You're sure it's him?"

You give him a look. "Din, I'd know that guy anywhere."

Nodding, he lets out a breath. "Well, what should we do? It's not like he's gonna call the cops on us, sweetheart."

"But could he? Surely there's a law against leaving children on ch--"

Din's face shifts to something carefully neutral, a silent warning for you to stop talking, like, right now. His eyes go a bit wide and it’s not a second later that you hear someone’s voice behind you.

“Leia told me all about you two,” Luke says, voice kind, not a hint of accusation in his tone.

Putting your friendliest smile on, you turn to face him, heart beating wildly in your chest. “Father! I apologize for my rude exit back there.”

He laughs, waving a hand. “Please, call me Luke. And no need to worry, I'm glad everything is alright."

You nod along, trying to discern whether or not he recognizes the two of you. It seems like he's not put off at all by the sight of you, so you're hoping he doesn't.

Din puts a hand on your shoulder before speaking up. "Yeah, everything's good. I'm Din, by the way, and this is my girlfriend. We're friends of Leia and Han's."

Luke smiles."Yes, what a coincidence that you met up again here, of all places."

The irony of it strikes you - from the way Din squeezes your shoulder, he gets the same feeling. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, and you think you feel a bead of sweat run down your back.

Leia's brother looks from you to Din and then back again. His smile shifts slightly, to something softer, as he clasps his hands in front of his stomach, fingers interlaced.

"I must admit," he says, taking a pause like he's thinking over the words he wants to say, "I wanted to talk to you both for another, purely selfish reason."

You feel your heart drop into your stomach.

Luke continues, fiddling with his hands. "I'm sure you don't know this, but it's too big of a coincidence to go unmentioned. I've been taking care of Grogu at my school for the past three years. I recognized you from the photos left with him."

Both you and Din are utterly silent. Risking a glance up at your boyfriend, you see that his eyes are wide and his mouth is pressed into a thin, tense line.

"I don't mean to accuse you of anything. In fact, I wanted to thank you."

You blink, at first certain you didn't hear him right. "Pardon?"

Luke nods, laughing softly. "Yes. It was clear from the photos that you took wonderful care of him. I hold no judgement against you for anything you did. In fact, I'd argue you did the right thing, giving him some love and happiness while you could. I want you both to know that, and to know that he's doing great."

Your eyes are welling up with tears and your lower lip has curled downwards and before you can stop yourself, you're reaching out with both hands to envelop Luke in a hug. Din chuckles, but you can hear the emotion filling his voice even as he tries to keep it in.

"Thank you, Father," he says. "That means more to the both of us than you know."

Letting go of the young priest, you use the back of your hand to wipe away your tears.

Luke smiles, putting a hand on your arm. "I'm glad it does. As I said, it was clear from the photos how much you cared for him, and I can see that's still the case."

It's just then that you hear the telltale sound of Leia's voice growing closer.

"Oh, Luke, what have you done? Already making my friends cry? I swear, one minute you're taking dad's pickup to go down to Tosche, the next you're some kind of spiritual guru hellbent on bringing people to tears."

You laugh lightly at her teasing tone, waving off her concerns with newfound ease, thanks to what Luke has just told you.

"Happy tears," you tell her. "The happiest tears, in fact."

The year is 1996.

The week after he receives his college acceptance letter in the mail, Grogu finds an envelope on his pillow with his name on the front. Father Luke's characteristic blocky, uppercase writing in black ink tells the young man that this is something important.

He opens the envelope, using his index finger to tear along the seam, and an assortment of items falls out.

Firstly, he picks up the letter and unfolds it, thin and delicate in the way that aging things are.

The words are like a revelation to him. He re-reads the note about five times before turning his attention to the other contents of the envelope, tears prickling behind his eyes. As an 18-year-old young man, he is not one to cry very often, but this is as close as he's ever come to knowing his past.

He picks up the small collection of photographs and flips through them with trembling hands.

There is a Post-It note on the very last one. He removes it without giving it much mind, eager to see the image beneath. It's of a man, the man seen in the rest of the photos, holding a child that Grogu recognizes to be himself. They're standing knee-deep in a small lake, wide smiles on both of their faces.

Grogu never knew his mother or father. These two strangers didn't either, it seems, but they carried him in these photos as if he was their own.

The note stuck to his thumb catches his attention then. Two names and a phone number.

Grogu sets the pictures down and makes his way to Father Luke's office, where he knows there's a telephone he can use.

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19 Years Later... (Darth Vader x reader miniseries chapter 1)

19 years have passed since Y/n’s husband Anakin’s death, and she has become the leading General of the newly founded Rebellion alongside her past Jedi friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, now known as Ben Kenobi. When her children Luke and Leia Skywalker gets kidnapped by Darth Vader, the man who killed her husband; her and Obi-Wan Kenobi must come rescue her. But when she finds out who’s behind Darth Vader’s mask, the truth is something she never thought she had to prepare herself for.

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Index:

1. prologue

2. chapter 1

3. chapter 2 [Coming soon]

wc: 2.3k

warnings: cursing

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Being the leader of the new Rebellion against the evil Galactic Empire had its perks. One of the things that was not a perk, however, was hiding one’s actual name from their people, and past.

None of Y/n’s rebels knew of her past as a former Jedi Knight that fought in the Clone Wars. Though she fought like a cunning warrior, the thought had never once crossed their minds, seeing as all the Jedi were dead.

She had raised her children Luke and Leia with Obi-Wan’s guidance to be trained as Jedi, seeing as both of them were very Force-Sensitive.

Watching Luke wield his father’s lightsaber brought such bittersweet feelings to both old Jedi Knights. Anakin was such a big part of both of their lives, that it was almost painful to see this without him there.

Anakin would be beyond proud of his son and daughter, for sure.

Y/n recalled the first time he and Leia held their lightsabers. They were both 9, the same age their Father was when he was brought him by Qui-Gon Jyn from Tattooine.

Luke had rushed up to Obi’s old trunk excitedly, admiring the strange silver object with big eyes as Leia crowded behind him, “What’s that, Uncle Obi?”

“This is your father’s lightsaber, my dear. He would’ve wanted you to have it,” Obi replied, a sad smile on his face as he held onto the hilt, activating its stellar blue glow.

“This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster—“ Obi handed it to Luke and his eyes widened, waving it around gently so he didn’t break it. “—an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.”

“Is it mine?” Luke’s eyes beamed in excitement. Obi-Wan nodded, sitting down as he picked up Leia, putting her on his knee.

“For over a thousand generations, the Jedi were the guardians of peace and justice. The old republic. Before the Empire...” he trailed off, turning his head towards the window.

Y/n rushed into the room, hearing the lightsaber and fearing there was an intruder, “Obi-Wan! What’s going on, I’m—“ she ignited her brilliant (l/c) saber, holding it in a protective stance before she realized it was just Luke. She sighed heavily and disengaged her saber, attaching it back to her belt loop, “Obi, you didn’t tell me you were doing this now...” she crossed her arms.

“Mom! Obi-Wan told me this was Dad’s! Look!” he started swinging it gently, making sure it didn’t hit anyone since he knew how deadly they could be. She began to smile sadly as she remembered a young Anakin as a padawan, rushing in to show her his lightsaber he constructed the day he finally got one.

She smiled sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. “You look so much like your father, Luke,” she said sadly. Obi looked back at Luke, and for a split moment, he was reminded of the small slave his old master brought back with him. He smiled to himself remembering how he helped Anakin with his padawan braid.

“Princess, come here. I’ll let you hold my lightsaber, okay?” she handed Leia her saber gently, and she took gingerly from her hand. Leia took it and igniting it, the blade’s glow reflecting in her excited little eyes.

“Mom? How did dad die? You never answered me,” Luke asked. Y/n felt herself freeze in place, a large lump in her throat forming. “Luke, I...”

“I’ll tell them, Y/n,” Obi-Wan replied solemnly. “Your father was killed by a young Jedi named Darth Vader. He was a close friend of mine before he fell. He helped the Emperor hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father.” The room fell silent, until Luke asked another question, “So you and Uncle Obi are the last remaining Jedi?”

Obi-Wan shook his head no, “There are others, but sparse. To name a few, Master Yoda and Ahsoka Tano, your father’s Padawan learner. The last remaining Jedi are being hunted down by Vader, which is why we hide.”

Leia spoke up softly, “Is that why we don’t use our actual last name, mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart. As long as Vader’s reign continues, we must hide our names. Darth Vader does not know about the two of you, so you are safe. For us, on the other hand...” she trailed off, and the kids understood.

“Mom... Mom,” Leia spoke loudly. Y/n blinked in confusion and turned back around, looking at her daughter, “Yeah, my love?”

“Are you okay mom?” Leia asked, frowning. “We need to look at the Death Star plans.”

“Right,” she sighed heavily, turning to face from the window out looking Yavin 4. “I’m fine, princess. I just... was remembering Anakin, that’s all.” Leia sighed and laid her hand on her mother’s back, rubbing it gently, “Dad would be proud of everything you’ve done, mom.” She began to tear up as she pulled Leia into a tight hug, “I hope so. It’s been about 20 years and it still doesn’t feel right,” silent tears fell down her cheeks into her daughter’s bunned hair.

“I’m proud of you, Leia. If you were to be trained within the Order now, you’d be the same age your father was when he became a Jedi Knight, and when he married me...” she sniffled, wiping her tears. Leia smiled softly, holding her mom’s hand, “Do you think he’d be proud of me, too?”

“I know he would,” she rubbed her fingertips against hers, “He would pull you into the tightest hug, spin you a little and say softly, ‘That’s my baby girl,’” she replied, her voice cracking slightly. Leia began to tear up as she hugged her back, “I wish I knew him...” she said softly. “I wish so too, babe, so bad...” Y/n sighed. But I won’t let his memory be in vain. Let’s go look at these plans and destroy that Death Star, yeah?”

Leia and Y/n walked to the main board room, seeing how the map was already up on display. “General Jonas, we’ve been examining the Death Star plans. They’re on screen now,” one of her commanding officers recited. “Good, thank you, officer. Have we discovered a weak point yet? Or at least some form of entry point?”

“No, ma’am. We haven’t studied long enough. There are many ways in, but all most likely heavily guarded. We will have to find a way to go under the radar without getting detected, somehow,” he replied. She nodded, walking closer to examine it. She closed her eyes and felt out through the Force for some answer. No surprise to her, she could barely feel anything at all but an empty void. Ever since Anakin had died, she had felt more distanced from the Force than ever. Maybe she and Anakin possessed a rare Dyad, or maybe she had simply lost touch with the Force; but no matter what she did, she was nowhere near as powerful in the Force as she used to be.

“Alert me if you find anything, Officer, I would love to have this Death Star in shambles by the end of the month,” Y/n left to walk out and to ask Obi-Wan on the matter. “Yes, ma’am,” he responded, turning back to his computer to get back to work.

Elsewhere, Leia was pacing in Luke’s room, grumbling to herself, “I know Obi-Wan has taught us to not let our emotions guide us, but I can’t when it comes to him. He killed our father, he should be dead!” Leia huffed in anger, collapsing down onto her twin’s bed.

Luke grunted in response, his mouth full of food still, “It’s not like you can take him on yourself. You’d die!” he said, or at least, sounded like he said. “I will not let the lives of those lost who got us the plans in the first place’s memories die. We wouldn’t be this close to planning an attack without their sacrifices. Moreover, Mom has had these plans for two days now, and she hasn’t done a single thing about it!” Leia responded quickly. Luke shrugged, “Leia. Be real. It’s not like we can steal a ship and fly to the Death Star, find it’s a weak point, and get back in time for dinner.”

Leia sat up, looking at Luke as if he had just committed mass murder. “...What?” Luke asked warily. Leia grinned, “That’s it! We’ll do just that, Luke! We’ll take one of mom’s ships, fly around the death star undetected and find weak entry points, and get back like we were never even gone!”

“Leia, you can not be serious right now!” Luke gasped, setting his food down, “We can’t do this, we could get in so much trouble! Or spotted!”

“Do you want to sit idly while our mother and uncle do nothing, whereas our Father’s murderer is out on the lose on that moon!” Leia snapped at him. He narrowed his eyes, “That’s no moon, Leia. Also, no, I don’t! But do we have a choice? No. We’re staying here.”

“No, we’re leaving. Whether I go alone is up to you entirely, but at this point, I just want the man who killed my father dead,” Leia said, glaring at him. Luke huffed, “You think I don’t want him dead, too? But we are children, we literally can’t do anything!”

“We are 19 years old and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to sit at home here and wait for Vader to kill more innocent people,” Leia frowned, crossing her arms. “I really need you with me, Luke. But I get it if you don’t go.” she stood up, grabbing her stuff to leave when Luke grumbled “Wait!” under his breath. “I’ll... go. Just to protect you. But this is a bad idea, and I don’t want to get caught,” he raised a brow to her. Leia grinned and hugged Luke tightly, “Thank you, thank you! You won’t regret this! But bring your lightsaber maybe, just in case?”

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“What do you mean, YOU LET THEM GO?” Y/n snapped to C3-PO, enraged. Threepio raised his hands in defense, “I couldn’t stop them, mistress! I tried my best, I swear!”

“You let my children go confront Vader ALONE? You’re so lucky I don’t shut you down for that!” she growled, shoving past him with Obi-Wan following close behind her. “Oh, dear. I’m doomed,” Threepio whined.

“We have to go after them, we... I can’t... I can’t lose my kids,” Y/n said nervously, starting to pace once Obi got close. “Y/n, calm down sweetheart. I need you to breathe and think,” Obi said, holding onto her shoulders gently. “If we go, we have an equal chance of being caught since they’ll already be on high alert.”

She sighed heavily, shaking her head, “I hate you for being so levelheaded and smart, Obi,” she frowned. “That’s my specialty,” he winked. “Now, we need to stop and make sure that we can pull this rescue off without risking our lives, too.”

Meanwhile, at the Death Star, Vader was summoned by his leading captain because of an alert of an enemy ship flying nearby. “Bring them in, search them. They may know General Jonas.” “Yes, My Lord.”

Vader turned to leave the bridge towards the docking bay, to meet his guests personally. As he walked, his mind was filled with visions and memories from his dream the night before. Of her.

He sighed heavily, picking up speed as he neared the docking bay. Passing a group of stormtroopers, he pushed past them to be in front, crossing his arms. The door opened, and two stormtroopers walked out holding a young girl and boy, yelling at them to let go of them.

As soon as Vader looked at the two, he felt something... strange. A certain presence in the Force he had never felt before. What is this? Why do they feel familiar?

Vader dropped his arms, walking forward and raising his hand to stop the troopers, “Who are you? And why were you near my Death Star?”

His unmerciful, robotic voice rumbled through their chests, terrifying them. In all their years, they had never seen something so cold and unforgiving. “Don’t be petrified, answer me if you want to live,” Vader challenged, staring right at the boy.

“You killed our father,” Leia’s voice was cold, sad, and broken. She knew this was a bad idea, but it was too late now. “I wanted revenge.”

“You’ll have to forgive me, my princess, but I’ve killed many men. Your father was just another tick on my list, whoever he may be.”

“You son of a—!” Luke yelled, rushing to jump at him when the stormtroopers all turned their weapons on him, making him stop. Vader growled, “Insolent children. I don’t think you know who I am, truly. I’d crush you in a heartbeat, but seeing as you could have something of use to me... take them away, both of them,” Vader commanded. The two shouted in disagreement, and Vader simply stood and watched them struggle.

“You bitch! You’ll pay for what you did to our dad!” Luke yelled as he was taken away. Vader rolled his eyes from under the mask and walked back to his quarters. He knelt on the floor, taking his mask off as he called out to his Emperor through the force.

“What do you want, Lord Vader?” Palpatine growled, looking down at Vader’s hologram. “I felt something through the Force a few moments ago. My new hostages... they seem to be strong with it.”

“Really? Are you sure, my apprentice?”

“Yes, Master. More sure than anything.”

“Well, you know what you must do. Kill them. They could be Jedi if they tried opposing you,” Palpatine smirked. “They’re only children, which means they’re newer Jedi. Someone had to have trained them.”

“Children never stopped you before, don’t let it stop you now. Do it.”

“...Yes, my Master.” Vader ended the holomessage, sighing.

“Who are you two...?” he asked himself, reaching out through the Force and feeling they were still there.

Strange.

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rexsjaigeyes · 3 years

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Are We There Yet?

Bodhi Rook x gender neutral reader

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: suggestive content

A/N: This is a birthday surprise for my bestie @zinzinina that the lovely @mandaloriandin and I created, but anyone can read this if they want to!

You weren't sure how many days you had been cramped up in the small ship with Bodhi. You were never good at keeping track of time in hyperspace — that was Bodhi's area of expertise, not yours. But you weren’t dumb; it was no coincidence that Bodhi took you on this little trip days before your birthday. You just weren't sure how many rotations were left before the big day — not with time seemingly dragging on as you stared out into the blue haze of hyperspace.

Bodhi greeted you with a smile as you approached the cockpit and sat in the copilot's seat beside him. He looked a lot happier here with you. He loved fighting for the Rebellion, but sometimes even the toughest fighters needed a break from it all. However, in war, a break was hard to come by. So he was taking a huge risk by 'borrowing’ this small ship to take you on what he described as an 'impromptu getaway.'

You knew there was nothing impromptu about it. Bodhi was not really the spontaneous type, and you knew he wouldn't desert the Rebellion when they needed him most. He must have planned this, and you were willing to bet credits that Cassian or Jyn helped him commandeer the ship too. You played along when he tried to write the trip off as nothing out of the ordinary. There wasn't much Bodhi could do to surprise you — not with constantly being on the Rebellion’s schedule. So you were happy to pretend his little plan had gone unnoticed if it made him feel like he was actually going to surprise you for your birthday.

Even without the element of surprise, you were still excited to see where he was taking you. You wouldn't have expected the trip would take this long, but then again, you assumed he had to find a destination left untouched by the Empire — something which was unfortunately becoming harder and harder to do nowadays.

"You're going to ask me again, aren't you?" Bodhi broke the comfortable silence in the cockpit, and you cracked a grin upon hearing his words.

"It's what you get for dragging me away from my comfy bunk back at the base."

"You and I both know those bunks are lousy."

You shrugged your shoulders, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing too much. The entire crew had a running joke about the way Bodhi bemoaned the rock-hard bunks the Rebellion was infamous for. The first week he had spent there, he wouldn't stop complaining that even the cold-hearted Imperials gave them more comfortable beds than that. He only stopped his whining when Cassian teased, "We're rebels, Bodhi. We can’t afford luxurious beds." Your crew never let him live it down, but you knew he loved joking around with you about anything, even if it was at his expense sometimes.

"Alright, go ahead." Bodhi surrendered with a playful sigh. "Ask me."

You chuckled and got up from your seat so you could sit on his lap. If you were going to harass him for the rest of the trip, you might as well do it with his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Are we there yet?" You whined, putting on your best mock pout to drive the point home.

It was probably the 20th time you had asked him the silly question, as if he could just pull you out of hyperspace and arrive at the destination instantly. But this time, he seemed to do just that. He reached past your back and pulled at the controls, effectively bringing the ship out of hyperspace and stopping in front of a large, green planet. You glanced over your shoulder to look out the viewport and gasped at how beautiful it looked even from all the way out here in space.

"We're here," Bodhi responded with a grin. "It's been four standard rotations since we left, love. Which means… Happy birthday."

He looked almost bashful now, clearing his throat nervously as you snuggled closer to his chest.

"Thank you, Bodhi," you whispered before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. He leaned into your touch, his lips seeking yours out before you indulged him and deepened the kiss as a way to show your gratitude. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, happy in each other's embrace and far from the dangers of the war. Then he pulled away from you, eager to show you exactly where he had brought you.

The trip down to the planet's surface was exciting enough on its own, and you had barely made it through the atmosphere. You had never seen a planet crawling with so much life before. You were used to desert planets, having been born on one in the Outer Rim and sent on missions to some of the most dreadful dirtballs. As Bodhi expertly landed the ship in a clearing among the tall trees, you gaped at how beautiful everything looked. You weren’t sure if he had brought you to this specific spot on purpose, but past the trees, you could see a large river leading to a waterfall. You heard Bodhi chuckle from his seat beside you, drawing you back to reality before you turned to see his shy smile.

Your eyes welled with happy tears, amazed that he was even able to find such a lovely place that wasn’t under Imperial rule. “You did all this just for my birthday?”

Bodhi shrugged, acting as humble as ever. “It’s your first birthday with me, so I thought I’d make it special. We could all use one happy day during a time like this.”

He looked down at the controls of the ship, unable to hold your loving gaze for too long. No matter how much you reassured him how much he meant to you, he always felt a little shy bringing up the fight against the Empire because of the part he had played in it before defecting. You reached forward to tilt his chin up so he’d look at you.

“Thank you for bringing me here, love.” You brushed your lips against his again, helping him relax against you before you pulled away with a smile. “So, are we going to explore?”

Bodhi helped you pack some food and other necessities before the two of you made the short trek to the waterfall you had seen. Once you got past the trees, your jaw dropped at the sight of the crystal-clear water tumbling down the cliffside into the large pool of water below. There was just enough space for you and Bodhi to sit near the water and eat the food you had brought along with you. He helped you lay a blanket on the lush grass, his hands knocking against yours every once in a while as if he was a shy schoolboy trying to show you he had feelings for you. It was something so small, but somehow, the innocent gesture still left you flustered and yearning to feel more of him.

You felt at ease with Bodhi, able to talk to him about anything while the two of you ate together. You liked the way he watched you with rapt attention as you rambled on about whatever was on your mind. He always gave you the attention you deserved, filing away whatever information you shared for days like this, when he wanted to surprise you with something or show you he cared. He was everything you could ask for in a friend and in a partner. And as you stared at your gorgeous surroundings, you felt so grateful to have met the pilot.

“So… have you enjoyed your birthday so far?” Bodhi asked hesitantly, as if there was any way you could possibly say “no” after everything he had done.

You bit your lip and scooted closer to him so that you could wrap your arms around his body in a tight hug. “This is more than I could have ever asked for, love. I can’t thank you enough for it.”

He kissed your forehead and caressed you with feather-light touches. “I wish it could always be like this. You deserve so much more than the galaxy has to offer.”

Bodhi’s soft confession made your heart beat faster, and you wanted to tell him the same thing. But you were never good at receiving compliments, especially when they were spoken with such adoration. Instead, you wanted to show your feelings through actions.

You pulled yourself from Bodhi’s warm embrace and tugged on his arm to pull him to his feet. “You’ve treated me so wonderfully today,” you said with a glint in your eye. “Now I want to show you how grateful I am for such a lovely gift.”

Bodhi watched with wide eyes as you quickly shed yourself of your clothes, and you chuckled at the way he looked at you as if he had never seen you naked before. Another tug of his arm had him stumbling closer to you, and you pressed yourself against him so he could feel your soft skin beneath his fingertips.

“Take off your clothes, Bodhi. I want to take a swim with you.” You nodded your head in the direction of the clear pool, eager to feel how soothing the water would be. “I think there’s still one more thing we have left to do to celebrate my birthday, don’t you?”

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twomoonstwosuns · 3 years

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the interview.

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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warning: smut (18+), swearing, fluff

word count: 4.7k

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“Hey Poe, it’s me. I just got out of my interview. I think it went well, but…I don’t know. We’ll see. I think I rambled a little bit. Anyway, you’re probably going into your interview now so good luck, I love you, you’re going to do great, and I can’t wait to hear all about it tonight. Love you, bye.”

Tucking your phone back into your bag, you walked along the boardwalk towards the café you were meeting Finn at for lunch. He had texted you saying he got stuck in some traffic and would be a few minutes late. You decided to wait for him outside, the view of the ocean sparkling in the bright sun too enticing to not stop and admire for a bit.

The interview, at least, hadn’t been a disaster. The job was an entry level position at a small public relations firm looking to expand it’s teams. It was nerve-wracking at first at the beginning, but as you learned more about the company and got into comfortable conversation with your interviewer, you felt more confident. There were a few questions you answered that you felt nerves got the better of you, like four years of knowledge just flew right out the window, and you talked in sentences you weren’t even sure were complete. But the woman interviewing you didn’t say anything and at times seemed almost charmed by it. You could only hope.

As you stood against the wooden fence separating the edge of the boardwalk from a large span of grass, a part of you could see yourself moving to Los Angeles, enjoying the sun everyday and taking weekly trips to Venice or Santa Monica to spend the day by the beach. It was incredibly tempting.

But you’d be alone, your friends, family, and boyfriend a thousand miles away. You didn’t know if you could enjoy it without any of them there.

Sunglasses perched on your reddening nose, the gentle ocean breeze moved your curled hair around your face. He sound of the waves was calming, putting you so far into a daze that you didn’t even hear the footsteps approaching you.

“I promise, if you move here that view will never get old.”

Finn stood behind you, hands in his pockets as he looked at the ocean. He smiled when you jumped at the sound of his voice bringing you out of your calming trance. He took a step towards you and hugged you tightly, lifting you up off the ground.

“How are you, nugget?”

“I’m good! I miss you. How are you?”

“Also good. Hungry.”

“Come on, let’s go eat then.”

Finn set you down and you followed him into the café, taking a peek at the menu before ordering and bringing a number plaque over to a table.

“So, congrats on graduating! You’re a real life working adult now. Or, you will be.”

You gave him an uncertain smile. “Thanks…I’m terrified. I’ve had one job interview and I’m ready to marry rich and jet across the world as a trophy wife.”

Finn chuckled. “You’ll be fine. How’d the job interview go?”

“Okay, I think…they said they’d call me within a day or so if they want me to do a second interview. They’re interviewing a few other people so I might not hear anything until tomorrow or even Monday.”

“I think they call you.”

“You’re just biased,” you teased and Finn smirked and shrugged.

“Maybe a little.” He sent you a wink and you giggled, his tone teasing but the vote of confidence greatly appreciated nonetheless. The waiter came by with the food, sandwiches for both of you, and set them in front of you.

“So what’s new with you? I’ve barely talked to you the last few weeks…finals and all…”

“Well, I’ve been seeing a girl who lives up here.”

“Really?” You smiled. “Tell me about her.”

“Her name is Paige, I’ve been seeing her about four and a half months now…”

“Since January?” He nodded. “Poe didn’t mention you were seeing anyone…”

“He doesn’t know. I really, really like her and things have been moving kind of fast and I didn’t want to jinx it.”

“Moving fast isn’t a bad thing…hello, I met Kes after a month of dating and told Poe I loved him after two and a half months.”

“And he knew he loved you when Rey and I met you.”

“See? Poe and I are the king and queen moving fast and look at us! We’re happy!” Finn chuckled. “So, tell me more about her. What’s she like?”

Finn smiled and shook his head. “She’s amazing and beautiful and funny…she went to school for business and accounting but found it boring, so she’s worked tons of odd jobs…like, she worked at Disneyland for a bit, she’s an artist and she’s had her paintings featured in a couple galleries around SoCal…currently she works part time at a bar in Santa Monica and she’s an L.A. tour guide on the weekends.”

You quietly squealed. “Look at that smile on your face! You really like her!”

Finn nodded slowly and took his bottom lip and tucked it under his teeth.

“Can you keep a secret?”

You nodded and Finn grabbed his wallet from his pocket. He pulled out a picture and set it in front of you. The blur of black, grey, and white gave way to a very obvious shape in the middle of the picture.

“Finn!” You gasped, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. The smile on his face was so wide you were sure it would split his face in half.

“Ten weeks. Well, she’s twelve weeks now. We wanted to wait until the three month mark to start telling people.” You looked up at him, eyes wide. He looked at the sonogram adoringly. “It was a complete accident, so hopefully she likes me enough to put up with me for the rest of our lives.”

Your eyes watered and you smiled widely. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks, nugget. I’m so…fuck, I’m so excited. Granted, this isn’t the way I wanted to do this…I imagine I’d be married first…”

You smiled softly. “As long as that baby is loved, which I have no doubt that he or she will, then who cares how it happened.”

Finn nodded and grabbed the picture, smiling at it once more before putting it back into his wallet.

“You’re going to be an amazing dad, Finn,” you said softly, placing your hand on his arm. “And I can’t wait to meet your girlfriend.”

“We’re coming up fourth of July weekend. Poe, Rey, and I rent a cabin on the lake and we spend the long weekend there. You’ll probably be coming so you can meet her then.” You nodded happily, already excited for something happening a month and a half away.

“So, when are you and Poe having kids?” You threw your head back and laughed loudly. “What?! You said you guys move fast!”

You threw one of your chips at him and it bounced off of his chest and onto the floor.

“Yeah, not that fast! I just finished school, I’m not ready to have a baby!”

“But by Christmas, right?”

You giggled and threw another chip at him, which he caught and popped into his mouth. Your phone buzzed on the table and you saw an unfamiliar number flashing on your screen. Finn looked at it and raised his eyebrows.

“That’s an L.A. area code.”

You swallowed hard and answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, I’m looking for Y/N L/N.”

“Yes, this is…” you said nervously. Finn looked at you with interest.

“Y/N, this is Jyn Erso with Erso PR.”

“Oh, hi…” Finn mouthed ‘who is it?’ at you and you held a finger up. The woman on the other end chuckled warmly.

“I can tell you’re a little surprised I’m calling you right now.”

“Yeah, a little…I just left a little under two hours ago.”

“Well, I took a closer look at your resume and some of the work in your portfolio and, with your interview earlier today, I wanted to call and offer you the job.”

Your eyes widened and you stumbled over your words. “Wha—wait, really?”

“I know we said we’d call you to set up a second interview but I was very impressed with you today and I think you’d make a great addition to our team.”

“Wow, um…thank you!” You looked at Finn and bit your lip. “Can I…could I think about it?”

“Of course you can. I know you’re coming from quite a ways away and have a lot of factors to consider, so please take a few days to think about it. The number I’m calling from is my office number, please feel free to call it if you have any questions.”

“I will. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Have a good day and a safe flight home.”

You hung up the call and looked at Finn, your face showing a disbelieving smile.

“I got the job.”

“Damn, congratulations!” You didn’t, couldn’t, say anything. You were still in a little bit of shock from receiving that phone call. “Or not…?”

“I….I don’t know! I wasn’t expecting this!” You sat back in your chair, crossing your arms in front of you and looking at Finn. “What do I do?”

“Well, you obviously didn’t say yes…did they say you could think about it?” You nodded. “Then you think about it.”

You sighed. “This job…there’s so many opportunities for growth. It’s the kind of job that could kickstart by career. Honestly, I’d be stupid not to take it.”

“But there’s a lot of factors you have to consider.”

“Exactly…I don’t know what to do.” You looked up at Finn. “What do I do?”

Finn sighed and finished off his sandwich, wiping his hands and tossing the napkin in the basket.

“I wish I could tell you to just take it, but it’s not that easy.”

You exhaled sharply and ran a hand through your hair.

“No, it’s not.”

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The job offer was in the back of your mind the rest of your lunch with Finn and didn’t fully sink in until you were on your way to the airport. You spent the two and a half hour plane ride going through every pro you could think of: the job itself, working and building your career, a new city with lots of opportunities, and sunshine and warmth everyday. But there were also the cons: moving expenses, finding an apartment you could actually afford that was close to work, and navigating a new city. Not to mention your friends and family would be a thousand miles away.

Poe would be a thousand miles away.

You walked off the plane and drove home still undecided. Even the drive home couldn’t help you come to a decision. You were much too excited to see Poe and hear about his interview. He had texted you when you landed that he was finishing up with dinner and insisted on waiting for you to get there to eat, but you encouraged him to go ahead without you. Your stomach felt twisted with nerves and there was no room for food at that moment.

You walked into Poe’s apartment and was immediately greeted by Beebs. The smell of garlic and other spices was intoxicating and you followed it to the kitchen where Poe was dishing it up into containers for you to eat later.

“Hey!” He looked up at the sound of your footsteps, walking over and pecking your lips quickly before putting the last of the dishes into the dishwasher. “How as your flight?”

“Good,” you said, dropping your stuff and taking off your shoes. “Little turbulent, but fine.”

Poe smiled and came around the counter, leaning against it and crossing his arms. You could hardly contain the smile on your face.

“So?”

Poe smiled widely. “I got the job.”

“You got it?!” You exclaimed. “I’m so proud of you!”

He shook his head in disbelief. “I still can’t believe it…I’ve been pinching myself making sure it was real all day. After all the sabotage from Hux and our secret relationship, Leia really stuck her neck out for me to get this job.” You smiled proudly. “This is just…the best fucking day.”

The smile on his face reached his eyes, which shone brightly with pure happiness. “I’m so, so happy for you, Poe. You deserve this. You’re an amazing teacher and you’re going to make an amazing head of the department. Your department.”

“I haven’t accepted the job yet. I wanted to talk to you about it, especially because you just had a job interview yourself. Which, speaking of, how did it go?”

“I actually got the job too.”

“You did?! Congrats!”

“Thanks…but I’m not going to take it.”

Poe’s smile disappeared. “You’re not?”

You shook your head.

“Why not?”

“I don’t want it.”

“But raved about interviewing for this job. It’s what you’ve been talking about for weeks. You were so excited and now you got it.”

“And you got yours.”

“Babe, I don’t want you to feel like I’m making you choose between me and a job—“

“You’re not,” you stressed, taking a step towards him. “This is my decision. I am choosing you over the job and I’m perfectly okay with it. I’m just starting to job hunt and if I take the first job I’m offered, I can’t build up my interview skills and I won’t know what else is out there. What if I find something better? My gut is telling me this is the right move, so I’m doing it.”

“Have you thought this all the way through? I don’t want you to have any regrets.”

“I have thought about it. I talked to Finn earlier at lunch after they called me and did nothing but think about it while I was waiting for my flight and on the airplane. I was still undecided up until you told me you got your dream job, the one you’ve been talking about for months and months.” You sighed and put your hands on his chest. “You almost sacrificed getting this job to protect me…to protect us. Now you’ve got the job and all I want to be here to hear all about it at the end of the day. And I can’t do that if I’m in California."

Poe gave you a look of uncertainty and you smiled softly. “I love you. So much. We did not fight this hard for our relationship just to do long distance. This is what I truly want.”

Poe nodded and returned your smile. “As long as it’s what you want.”

“It is.”

Silence fell over you for a moment before your delighted squeals pierced the air. Poe had suddenly grabbed your waist, picking you up and spinning you around. Your arms went around his neck and he kissed the spot where your neck met your shoulder before looking at you.

“I got the job.” He smiled and you put your hands on his cheeks.

“You got the damn job.”

You pulled his lips to yours, the two pairs moving passionately together. After months and months of uncertainty and secrecy, things were finally going your way.

“Do you want to go get a drink to celebrate?”

You smiled suggestively and shook your head. “Maybe tomorrow. Tonight…I want to celebrate with you. Alone. Naked.”

He smirked and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he quickly made his way to his bedroom, his lips connecting with yours once again. He nearly dropped you on the bed in his excitement and you sat up as he got on the bed next to you. You moved to straddle his lap and your kisses grew hotter, the passion just as intense but the desire for each other burning brighter as you ground your hips against his. You grabbed your shirt and brought it up over your head, Poe leaning in and kissing your chest before you could toss it aside. His dark hair was messy from your hands and became more disheveled when you yanked his shirt off.

“You’re sexy,” you said as you ran your hands over his chest. He smirked and reached for the buttons of your dress pants.

“You’re fucking sexy,” he retorted, dipping his fingers into your underwear and immediately finding your clit. Your mouth opened slightly and he wrapped his arm around your waist and started to lay you down on the bed.

“No, wait!”

Poe froze and you pushed him back to his position on the bed, his eyebrow cocked with curiosity.

“You want to be on top?”

You smirked mischievously and grabbed his wrist, removing his fingers from your pussy. You brought them to your mouth and gave them a quick suck before moving down his lap and further down the bed, bringing his pants down with you. Kissing his stomach, your fingers dipped under the band of his briefs. He was already hard and you wasted no time removing his briefs and wrapping your hand around him. Poe let out a soft sigh of approval as you pumped him slowly. You swirled your tongue lightly around the tip and Poe let out a sound between a moan and a whimper with a very quiet plea falling from his lips.

“I’m sorry,” you giggled. “What was that?”

He swallowed hard, his body ringing with want. “Please.”

You smiled up at him and wrapped your lips around him, taking him in your mouth inch by inch. His head fell back against the pillows, closing for just a minute before looking back down at you. He gathered your hair back so it was out of your face, biting his lip and watching your head bob as you sucked him off. A quiet ‘fuck’ left his lips and you released him from your mouth, your hand pumping him quickly and your tongue found the base of his cock. You ran your tongue slowly, teasingly up the length of him before taking him in your mouth again. Your hand and mouth worked in tandem, bringing him closer and closer to the edge each time he watched your cheeks hollow around him.

But Poe wasn’t ready to be done quite yet.

“G—fuck….get up here.”

You ignored him, sliding your mouth all the way down his length until he touched back of your throat. The groan that came from him came deep from within him and it took all his strength to tug on your hair again instead of giving into the immense pleasure you were giving him and coming too soon.

“Get up here. Now.”

You let him go with a pop, crawling up into his lap again. “Mmm, bossy. I like it.”

He smirked as you grabbed him again to line him up with your entrance. “Another day, sweetheart.”

You bit your lip and nodded as you sunk down on him slowly, a soft groan leaving your lips as he filled you all the way up. He attached his lips to your neck, his teeth leaving little love bites along your collarbone as you grinded against him. Your hand came back up to his hair, tugging the inky strands at the base of his neck and he quietly moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure.

“F—ohhh…fuck, baby…” your voice was breathy, a sound Poe could listen to forever. The way you called him ‘baby’, even in the throes of pleasure, tugged on his heartstrings a little bit. One hand splayed across your back, the ends of your hair threading between his fingers. The other hand rested on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as each shot of pleasure hit deep in your stomachs.

Poe’s lips traveled down to your chest and attached to your breast, sucking small marks onto your skin. A symphony of sounds filled the room: the sound of skin slapping against skin, yours and his moans of pleasure, and his name tumbling past your lips with a slew of expletives. Your hand found his headboard, grabbing it to use as leverage and support as your body was weakened by pleasure.

He kissed up your neck and found your lips once again, his tongue invading your mouth and tangling with yours. You moved faster, your body becoming slick with exertion. You struggled to kiss him back, your quick movements making you nearly gasp for breath. You rode him hard, the both of you chasing the high you wanted so badly.

You whimpered as you the burn in your belly grew hotter, the mind-blowing orgasm you always got with Poe building. Poe felt the same, having used a great deal of strength to hold off so he could give you the same kind of ecstasy you were giving him. Your body tensed and you clenched around him as his cock found that spot that drove you absolutely wild.

“Come for me, baby…” Poe’s voice was also breathless but still held the tone of finality, like he was commanding you. The idea alone spurred you on further and his hands helped you slam yourself down onto his cock, your body movements becoming sloppy as you started to lose control. “Come on baby, that’s it.”

His thumb found your clit and he rubbed it quickly, the sudden addition of stimulation making your body twitch and send you over the edge. You came hard, your body shaking in his hands and a loud moan coming from deep within your throat as the iron struck white hot in your lower stomach. He held you still and thrust up into you and your hand shook the headboard, making it loudly knock against the wall. Poe gritted his teeth and his head fell back as he came, spurt after spurt of his release filling you up. You both slowed, the intensity of your orgasms making you fight to catch your breath like you just ran a marathon. Your head fell against his and he presses his lips to whatever part of your face that was closest to him.

“You…you ride me so well.”

You let out a breathless laugh, allowing Poe to put both arms around you and bring you down on top of him as he laid back against his pillows. He rubbed your back slowly, neither of you bothering to move. His softening cock stayed nestled inside you as the both of you catching your breath in the afterglow.

“You know, I was thinking?” Poe asked after several minutes of comfortable silence. You hummed in acknowledgement. “You should move in with me.”

You looked up at him, your fingers running along the silver chain around his neck.

“You don’t think it’s too soon?”

“It might be…but I also know this is what I want.”

He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering.

“We went on our first date on Valentine’s Day but we’ve technically been dating since Halloween,” he said, the memories making you smile. “I know it was supposed to be just a one time hookup and then after that just casual sex but it ended up being a lot of talking. We were basically on dates, we just did sex first and got to know each other afterwards. So, in my mind, we’ve been together for about seven and a half months.”

He ran his knuckle across your cheek and you didn’t know if your cheeks were still flushed from sex or if they were flushing from the way he was looking at you - with pure love and adoration.

“If it’s too soon for you, it’s okay. I do want to move in with you, but we can wait until you’re ready. Just the fact that you’ll be close by instead of hours and hours and hours away is good for me.”

You took in every word he said. The whole point of your plan to decline the job offer was to be with Poe, and moving in with him would mean being with him all the time. There was a sliver of doubt that crossed your mind, that maybe you’d get annoyed with each other after living together for awhile and learning each other’s daily quirks.

“What do you see? When you think about us moving in together?”

Poe smiled softly. He knew exactly what kind of house he wanted to move into someday. Since he imagined having a kid or two, he wanted a basement or an extra room to be used as a playroom. He wanted a big backyard with a large deck and fire pit for late summer nights. He’d thought about it plenty, imagined his future home many many times before you, but it became so much more clear to him after you told him you loved him. Poe had been thinking of you moving in since before graduation, but held off saying anything because of your job interview. He didn’t want you to feel pressured if you had gotten the job…like you had to give up the opportunity because you were moving.

He wanted all that with you, but he wouldn’t sacrifice your future to make his come true.

“Well…” He started, making sure to word things carefully so he wouldn’t scare you with how much he’d thought this through. “For now, we’d find a bigger apartment or a townhouse to rent…somewhere where there’s enough space for all of your things as well as mine…I think we’ve seen enough of the inside of this apartment.” You laughed lightly and nodded. “Maybe find one with an extra room we can turn into an office for us to work in. Eventually I’d like to buy a house, but I think that’s a few years away still.”

Though Poe was sparing you details, you could tell he’d been put a lot of thought into it. You didn’t blame him, he was in his early thirties and wanting to start settling down and building a life. You were still young, twenty-two with all the adventures of your twenties waiting for you…but you couldn’t imagine doing any of them without Poe. Navigating your way into the world post-education was going to be difficult. Nothing is promised. But having a place of your own to come home to with someone you loved, where you could relax and unwind and have that feeling of comfort and safety…you wanted that.

“That’s just what I’ve been thinking. We certainly don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” His voice brought you back from our own thoughts and you nodded slowly and continued to play with his necklace.

“You know I was talking to Finn earlier about how we move fast but everything’s worked out pretty good so far.” You shrugged, biting back the wide smile that was threatening to take over your face. “I don’t see why we should stop now.”

A smile slowly spread across Poe’s face. “Really?”

You nodded and sat up a little bit so you were hovering over him.

“Let’s start looking. See what we find. In the meantime…”

“You’ll move in with me?” He asked hopefully, his eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store. You smiled widely.

“I would love to move in.” Poe leaned up and kissed your lips squarely and surely. “I can leave now, start packing…”

“Oh no,” Poe smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows. “You’re not going anywhere. Tonight, we celebrate.”

He rolled you over onto your back, never separating from you and burying his face in your neck and kissing it all over. Your laughter filled the room and you kissed him passionately, the room soon filling with different noises of pure happiness.

You couldn’t wait to start your future with him.

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carr-crashh-heartss-archive · 3 years

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Hey, @vanderlinde, it is I, your RCSS!!!

I absolutely love angst and hurtfic, so when I got your prompt, I was pretty damn stoked about it. I really hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Happy Holidays to you!!

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Jyn glanced over her shoulder, her brow furrowing in concern. Cassian was flagging far behind their little group as they hiked through rough terrain toward where their transport was waiting.

The mission had not gone according to plan - a spanner thrown into the gears when their confidential informant had, for all intents and purposes, cracked under the pressure of the delicate, months-long task of gathering intel about one of the Empire’s best hidden and most prolific weapons factories. Of course they made a scene in the midst of putting that information into Cassian’s capable hands. Of course that scene had caught the attention of a pair of heavily-armed ‘troopers policing the bar.

Maybe if Jyn had been with Cassian instead of playing lookout, he wouldn’t have gotten hurt in the resulting skirmish. He’d gotten out of it - he was good at that - but not without racking up a fair few injuries first.

She had tried in vain to take stock of those injuries, but he’d shrugged her off, telling her that they were no big deal, he’d had worse. She knew just how much worse things had once almost been - and, Cassian knew how to take care of himself. She had believed him (mostly) when he’d insisted that he was just fine, nothing to worry about.

His eyes were clear, so he probably had no concussion. The scraped and probably broken knuckle would heal with very minimal medical intervention. He was lucky to have gotten out alive.

Their informant hadn’t.

It was unfortunate, but it was sometimes unavoidable. And maybe it was a bit callous to think, but at least the information was going to be passed into the right hands. Hopefully, the sacrifice wouldn’t have been made in vain.

She tried to keep a close eye on Cassian as they walked through the dim evening light, and for a time, he kept up pace, insisting that he wanted to take point, just in case someone had followed. But the longer they picked their way along winding trails, the slower he began moving, her worry slowly ratcheting higher.

It was only when she heard Cassian stumble and take a knee that she turned on her heel and ran back to him, falling heavily to a knee as she reached out to steady him, her face ashen pale as she tried to check what was wrong.

“It’s nothing, Jyn - “, Cassian tried, his voice strained as he pulled away and struggled to his feet without her help. “I’m fine.”

She wasn’t the least bit offended by his waving her off - but her concern only deepened. Still, she said nothing as she continued walking, nearer to Cassian this time, silent, stewing in her thoughts.

Cassian started flagging again, and Jyn slowed her pace more to match his. Again, he tried to pull away as she tried to curl an arm around him to offer him some stability and help to walk, but eventually, accepted the assistance.

“Cassian - “, Jyn tried again, her voice low and soft, questioning. She was smart enough to know that he was keeping something from her, she just couldn’t discern the severity. Bad, though, if he was openly leaning on her and depending on her to keep him moving.

In a worse situation, he might’ve urged her to go on ahead and leave him behind, let him do what he could to give her some time to escape. But Jyn didn’t want to think about that, the very idea chilling her to the bone.

“Come on, Cassian. I’m with you - we got this.”

Her heart clenched as all he could offer in reply was a gunt. Something was seriously wrong.

But on they trudged until the sun started rising over the horizon, lighting their way closer and closer to the transport that would eventually get them back to base. In the sunlight, Jyn could see just how ashen Cassian’s complexion had become. Although she tried not to hurry him along - to safety, to where there was at least a limited amount of medical supplies, to help, her arm did tighten around him, an unspoken but urgent hint at the direness of the situation.

Cassian’s groan caught her off guard, and as her head whipped around so she could look at him, Jyn noticed small droplets of blood dripping out from underneath his jacket. Her blood felt as cold as icewater in her veins as she looked back at Cassian, a new panic splashed across her face.

“How long have you been bleeding?”, she demanded, and although it might have sounded like she was angry at being misled, it was only to hide how truly terrified she really was.

But Cassian knew Jyn better than anyone and he didn’t shrink back from the veracity of the question.

“Hours, maybe? Didn’t want to worry you”, he replied, taking another few steps forward, heavy, sluggish steps.

Hours. Jyn had no idea how he was still on his feet, walking and talking. She had no idea how he’d managed so long in such bad condition. And when she got him back to the ship and saw to it that he was treated for his injuries, she’d give him a piece of her mind. How dare he scare her like this. How dare he keep her in the dark!

She was his partner! She was his friend! She was … something else entirely.

And if he left her now, she shakily thought, she would never forgive him.

He couldn’t muster the energy to speak after that, and by the time they reached the transport and took off, he was barely conscious. At least she’d been able to get him to a bunk before he collapsed and she was no longer able to lift him.

Jyn felt for a pulse, only leaving Cassian’s side when she felt it - weak and thready but still perceptible. As the transport lifted and took off toward Base One, she searched out as many of the medkits as she could find. She knew that she was no combat medic, but she could make do.

She worked quickly and efficiently to remove Cassian’s jacket - not without a struggle, his prone form was heavy and hard to move - and stripped his blood-soaked shirt off, inhaling a hiss of breath to finally catch sight of what he’d been hiding from her - stab wound to the stomach, large and jagged. Not a slim, compact vibroblade. Probably a broken bottle or glass of some kind. She didn’t have the tools to pick any leftover shards out, and it would do him no good to stitch it up without having it examined by a professional. She cleaned it the best she could instead, sterilized it and bandaged him up, hoping it would hold until they reached home, where the medtechs could look him over properly.

Still too pale, though. Much too pale, and that worried her all the more.

“Come on, Cassian. Don’t leave me just yet.”

She was totally exhausted by the time she’d carefully curled up next to him and succumbed to her exhaustion. It could have been minutes or days later when she awoke, but it hardly mattered more than seeing Cassian quietly watching her, his eyes soft, his color returning.

The lump in her throat made it impossible to speak, and she hardly knew where to begin. Maybe it was better that he beat her to the punch.

“You gave me your blood”, he murmured, gesturing to the tube still connecting their arms, transfusion clearly successful. How lucky for that, she thought, if not for it, he probably wouldn’t have made it very long, he’d lost so much of his own. “You’re a part of me now.”

Jyn shook her head, making a small ‘tch’ noise in the back of her throat as she worked to get her emotions under control. Cassian didn’t need to hear how much he’d scared her - he already knew. Much better to focus on the present.

She reached for the fingers of his free hand, squeezing so gently. “Don’t be silly. I always have been. She could read both gratitude and sorrow in his deep, dark eyes, and she knew that he truly was sorry for making her worry. It was okay, though - she would most likely forgive him anything.

He was going to live to fight another day (to hopefully live a life after war, with her by his side) and that was all that mattered.

“Always will be.”

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I don’t mean any harm it was just my opinion about them. Adria said many times that Cassian is the love of Bix’s life and I just think she still have romantic feelings for him and she wouldn’t deal with with Jyn and for ME Jyn is not super confident so I feel she would feel weird around them. But they’ll never meet anyway so- and also not every women have to be friends, it’s okay to dislike others. And being jealous is something completely normal too, not something evil.

okay anon, it's your opinion you're allowed to have it 🤣

jealousy is normal but it's also something that isn't all that healthy to like stew in, you know? it's like, the first emotion you feel in reaction to something is what it is - nothing wrong with that. but what do we do with it? what do we do to be happier and have better relationships are friendships?

to me if bix is still in love with cassian in five years (which... not sure I agree) but cassian is with jyn, idk why jyn would have to feel any kind of way about it. like that would be more of bix's problem. bix would be the one with feelings that aren't being returned, and that is hard for anyone. I just don't agree with that read tbh.

and anon you're being a little unfair, I'm not saying women need to be friends and can't dislike each other. I'm saying I would like to unpack why writers always put women against each other in stories. I do not think it's an organic thing, I think we are socialized to view other women as competition. I want to push back on why women find it easier to dislike each other when there's a man they both have loved or currently love. like... if I disliked every person who got together with someone I had feelings for, I'd dislike a LOT of people.

why do you think jyn would be insecure? I'm not saying you're wrong, just genuinely curious. I'm not even disagreeing - we all have insecurities.

also, it's one thing to not be besties, but it's another for bix and jyn to actively dislike each other. if that's what you want to imagine, okay. but jyn has never been portrayed as anything but supportive of women and girls.

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rebelrainfall · 3 years

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you know what they say about absence

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Hey @cassianserso it’s me, your secret santa! I loved your prompt (Jyn and Cassian writing letters to each other), and I had SO much fun with it. I so hope I did it justice!

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The cold air hits Jyn like a wall as the door to the transport swings open. It may be a good thing - there was barely room to sit down during this last four-hour leg of the return trip and she’s about ready to collapse. Cassian’s not in the hangar, not that she expected him to be, and neither is the U-wing. He must have left already, for what will be his first covert op in almost a year. He was so restless being grounded, hated feeling useless. She’s happy for him.

She’s less happy for herself, not that that’s a thought she has the time or will to explore.

No matter what Solo might say, there’s nothing weird about what she and Cassian are. Since those few, tense weeks after Scarif they’ve become close, and that’s all it is. They share a room because it’s convenient. They’re friends. Partners. And yeah, if someone had told her a year ago her life would be like this she would have been terrified, but things are different now. It’s good. What they have is good. She’s good at soothing that little voice that cries every now and then (more than she’d ever like to admit) for more. What he gives her is more than enough.

Jyn punches the code into the door of their room, ignoring the pounding behind her eyes. She has a day and a half before she’ll have to ship out again and she intends to spend as much of that time as possible asleep. Even the hot water in the ‘fresher isn’t enough to keep her there for a moment longer than necessary.

Cassian is definitely gone. The cot across from hers is neatly made, his least-conspicuous jacket gone from its hook. He’ll be on a mid level of Coruscant by now, if she remembers correctly what he told her.

Her own things are almost entirely the way she left them. Her blankets are half-on, half-off the bed, her vest thrown over the back of the desk chair, but there is something different.

There’s a piece of folded flimsi on her pillow.

There’s no introduction - her name isn’t even on it. But the note is in Cassian’s handwriting.

I was hoping you’d be back before I left and it came so close. If you arrived when you were scheduled to it’ll only have been an eight hour difference. I can’t say when I’ll be back but I think it should be soon.

I heard from Bodhi yesterday. He says to tell you training is going well. He didn’t say as much, but it sounds like things are going well with Skywalker, too.

K wasn’t cleared to come with me for this one and he’s very upset about it, so be advised. He should be having his ocular lenses replaced in Bay 3 if you need him.

Maybe you’ll be around when I get back next time. I guess I’ve gotten used to [word(s) scribbled out] having someone else in the room at night. The silence is strange.

There’s no ending or signature, but she doesn’t need one. Cassian never struck her as one for gestures like this, and that he went out of his way to leave this for her makes her warm in a way she refuses to linger on.

She sleeps twelve hours that night, and ten the next, and in the time between she snatches a sheet of flimsi from a supply closet to return the favour.

I’m sorry I can’t be back to see you. Trafficking rings don’t like to be kept waiting. At least I had two full nights in a proper bed, but you’re right. I miss It is too quiet here alone.

K is a little more charitable now that he can see again. I almost want to say pleasant, but we both know that word doesn’t apply to him. Don’t listen to anything he may tell you - the smoke bomb was his idea.

I’m shipping off again this afternoon to the outer rim, somewhere near Sullust. Pilot says the planet’s almost as cold as here. Bet you had a nice warm room on Coruscant, too bad I can’t stow away with you.

She leaves her note on his pillow and climbs into the shuttle with his in her pocket, like some holo-drama damsel collecting love letters.

Maybe he’ll be here next time she gets back.

II.

He isn’t.

There are signs all over the room that he was here, at some point, since her. Another jacket missing from its hook, an empty mug where she didn’t leave it.

Another note on her pillow.

Just missed you again. We have the worst timing. I’m back on Coruscant, but this next stint is [word(s) scribbled out] delicate. I might be back in a few weeks, but it could be months. I hoped to see you before I left, but you’re right. The war doesn’t wait.

Don’t let it go to your head, but I think I miss you. I still couldn’t bring K and it gets [word(s) scribbled out] boring by myself. K’s still being a grump - keep him company for me, hey? I also heard something about him attempting to create his own language to bother Skywalker’s droid, so I suggest you keep an eye on that.

There’s still no signature, but this time there’s a date. Two weeks ago. Jyn puts the flimsi down with a heavy breath. It could be months. The timing is… not great. She has an unusual stretch of downtime, more than a week, and no one to spend it with. This is the end of what she’d become accustomed to, she realizes. Now that he’s back in the field, Cassian can no longer be a daily fixture in her life. The prospect frightens her more than she cares to consider.

It’s ironic. Never thought I’d be sad to be alone.

Of course it isn’t so lonely as she might have feared. Bodhi is finally back from his flight training, a full-fledged X-wing pilot with the stories and the friends to prove it. He’s come such a long way in the short time she’s known him and his company is refreshing, even if he isn’t the man she finds her mind wandering far too often toward now that he’s gone.

She sleeps fine that week, though the nights are still too quiet. She could never miss the hum of snoring and whispers of the pathfinders at night. But alone, the dark and the quiet are oppressive in their deepness, threatening to swallow her without Cassian’s steady breathing from across the small space. It scares her, how accustomed she’s gotten to having someone else around. To having him around.

Maybe this is for the best, this separation. She hadn’t realized how much she relies on Cassian, his presence, his kindness. It’s a dangerous game, to rely on anyone. She’s always held a savage pride toward her independence, and maybe this reminder is what she needs to get herself back on track.

Maybe.

But when she considers it, life without him seems more frightening even than the weakness of reliance. She doesn’t have to be alone any more. The night before she leaves again she sits at the desk in their quarters writing him another note.

Sorry I can’t be here, tried my best! Since you’re so broken without me. I’m never forgetting that and I’ll make sure you don’t either.

Hope you’re here when I get back. I need Bodhi needs someone else to talk to - you can only hear the same three stories about Luke Skywalker so many times and I hit my limit two days after he got back.

Heading back to the outer rim today. Those traffickers from before are gone so now we’re just cleanup crew. Getting sick of Dameron’s jokes. Not that yours are any better.

Maybe I do miss you

III.

Four time zones on three different planets in the space of a week and Jyn’s circadian rhythm is wrecked. Thane says it’s 0500 local time when they hit atmo and she has to take his word for it because that makes as much sense as anything else.

She doesn’t see many people as she lugs her duffle back toward the barracks. It’s early enough that anyone on a night shift is still working and most of those who start in the morning aren’t awake yet. Madine’s given the crew the full day off, thank the force, and Jyn intends to take full advantage of that fact.

She opens the door and switches on the light before she notices anything different. Someone startles upright on the cot across from hers.

“Shavit, sorry!” She flicks it back off, already halfway to the ‘fresher to turn on that light instead as her pack lands on the floor with a quiet thud.

“No, no, it’s ok. I’m not - I wasn’t asleep.” Cassian’s voice is rough, but alert. “Turn on the light.”

She does, kicking off her boots, before the first thing he said registers. “It’s five in the morning! Why weren’t you asleep?”

He shrugs, squinting at her as his eyes adjust to the light. His hair has gotten longer since she saw him last, long enough now to fall in his face. A little part of her wants to comb it away from his eyes, or maybe tousle the bit by his ears. She shoves the thought away.

“Hi, by the way,” he says, ignoring her question. “Did you just get back?”

“Yeah.” She slumps down on her bed. “And hello to you, too.”

Stars, she’s missed him. Until now she hadn’t realized how much. But now that she’s looking at him… The way he smiles at her, gentle, makes her want little more than to wrap her arms around him. Kiss that gorgeous grin off his face.

Oh.

When did that start?

(A long time ago, not that she means to admit it).

He’s saying something but she missed the beginning, a little distracted.

“Sorry?”

He shakes his head. “You really are tired. I said, meet me for lunch, if you’re awake by then?”

“Sure, I probably will be.” She’ll make sure she is - like she would skip a meal with him after the six weeks they’ve just missed each other. “How long are you back?”

“Technically, I’m still a stand-by agent. So probably a while.

“I have at least a week.” Jyn drags herself back upright and heads towards the ‘fresher. The sooner she gets in the shower, the sooner she can get out and into bed. The hot water is heaven after so long caked in mud, but it still isn’t enough to keep her any longer than necessary. Once she’s out and dressed she sits on the counter to braid her hair, listening to Cassian talk about Coruscant through the open door.

“You should know, my ‘apartment’ sucked. My neighbour in the unit below smoked and it would come up through the vent and I didn’t have any windows. You would have hated it.”

“Wanna bet? I slept in a tree last night. Not a treehouse or even a platform, a hollowed-out tree.”

He huffs a laugh. “Sounds like fun.”

She finishes her hair and turns her attention to the healing gash on her shoulder, opening the cupboard for a square of gauze and a roll of medical tape. She hops down from the counter to pass them to him. “Help me with this?”

“Where?”

“Shoulder. I can’t quite reach it.”

She turns around and pulls down the strap of her tank top to show him. He hisses in sympathy.

“What did you do to yourself?”

“Fight with that stupid tree. It looks worse than it is.”

“Still.”

Settling down on his bed, he guides her to sit in front of him so he can center the gauze over the wound. His hands are gentle smoothing the edge of the tape to her skin. She hopes it’s cold enough that he’ll assume that’s what makes her shiver. He’s so careful - far more than she would have been.

He runs a hand softly up and down her back once it’s in place, and Jyn freezes.

“There,” he murmurs, “All patched up.”

“Thank you,” she says, proud of how steady her voice is. Force, she’s pathetic. He’s her friend. This is nothing new, this touch is not new.

If she were to lean back she would be in his arms.

Not that she’s thinking about that.

They’ve lived together for months. He’s touched her more than this dozens of times. Why is this the gesture to undo her?

Cassian clears his throat and she almost jumps. Kriff, did he notice her sudden nervousness? But then he gestures to the desk and the two cups on it.

“Caf for me, tea for you. Should be cool enough to drink, now.”

Oh, he’s an angel. She stands up to get them and then to sit down on her own cot, grateful to have an excuse to get away from his overwhelming proximity. She passes his mug across to him and takes a sip of hers, and of course it’s her favourite kind.

“Thank you. You’re getting up now?”

“If I get more done this morning I can have a longer break for lunch with you.”

Stars, has he always been this kind?

“Aw,” she deadpans, “It’s like you missed me.”

He flicks his eyes up to hers, then looks down into his own drink.

“I did.”

She focuses on her tea, carefully not looking at him. She can’t feel this way. Not now, not ever. This is Cassian.

“How did the rest of the trip go? Aside from the evil tree.” It’s been quiet for long enough that the question is a surprise. She shrugs. It’s ok, she tells herself. He’s her friend and that’s more than enough. She’ll love him forever for it no matter how else her traitorous heart might behave.

“Boring. Helped Kyrell’s squadron distribute aid for a while, and then we took out the last holdout cell. It was never a huge operation. That ring had maybe a dozen ships.”

“Boring is good.”

“Mm. How about you?”

“A little less boring, but I can’t… it’s classified, sorry.”

She knows he’s not brushing her off. She wishes there was something he could tell her, if only to keep hearing his voice after so long, but she’s used to that answer. So she takes another sip of her tea and tries to remember anything that’s happened. Anything she could say to make him smile.

“How is Kay?” Is what she settles on. “Did he finish that spite-project of his?”

“His language? He did, and Threepio is suitably bothered.”

“Good.”

“What’s better though - the princess caught wind of it and now she’s trying to figure out if we could work it into a code. So all the droids might have to learn it, not just Threepio.”

It was the right topic. Casisian’s lit up as he tells her about this, all the little details he knows. She finishes her tea before she has time to realize it, and her exhaustion really is starting to catch up with her, but it’s not until Cassian stands up that she gives any of that a moment’s thought.

“You should get to bed,” he says, crouching down to fish his clothes out from the drawer under his bed. “You have six hours ‘til lunch and if you’re late I’m not saving you caf.”

“Mean,” she grumbles, pulling her blankets up off the floor and setting an alarm on her datapad while he takes out a towel. She hears Cassian turn on the shower as she lays down. She’s asleep before it shuts off.

Jyn would not consider herself a morning person. Not that it’s truly morning when her alarm goes off at half-after noon, but that’s just a technicality. She tells herself it’s better for her sleep cycle to get up now, and go back to bed at a more normal hour, but really it’s only her plan with Cassian that gets her properly awake.

Alarm still blaring, she reaches under the bed to grab the first set of clothes she can reach. She sits up, stretches, and reaches to turn it off.

And stops.

There’s a piece of flimsi on her datapad.

Confused, she reaches for it. She talked to Cassian only hours ago, and she’ll see him soon, so why would he need to leave her a letter now?

Unless he couldn’t meet her. If he was sent off for another op, if he’s going to be gone for weeks, but no. He’d have woken her if he had to leave. He wouldn’t leave without a goodbye.

She unfolds the note, worried. Something must be wrong.

Jyn, it begins, and that’s new. She likes the way her name looks in his small, tidy writing.

Jyn,

I’m glad you’re home. I really have missed you. So much.

There’s something I want you to know. I never planned to tell you but [word(s) scribbled out] I think I see things a little differently now. I should have waited until I saw you at lunch but I think this may be easier in writing.

I won’t waste time. I love you. You know that already, you must. You mean so much to me and I don’t want to imagine my life without you. But it’s more than that, I’m in love with you. I was never going to bring it up but something this morning [word(s) scribbled out] [word(s) scribbled out]. I can’t explain it.

If I’m right, if you want what I do, forgive me for doing this the coward’s way and let me be yours. If I’m wrong, [word(s) scribbled out] I’m so sorry. Please, please, let me down softly and I’ll never bring this up again. We can forget about it, I’ll get over myself, just let me be in your life. I had to tell you. I love you. I’m sorry.

Jyn stares down at the words on the page.

It doesn’t compute.

Not the first time, barely the second time.

Let me be yours.

Jyn puts the letter down after her fourth time reading it, only to pick it right back up again. She takes a deep breath, forcing her mind into a facsimile of calm and tries to think logically.

Everything she’s hardly realized she wanted. More.

He…

He loves her.

Cassian loves her. And by now he’s probably sitting in the mess wondering if she’ll show up. Assuming the worst, if she knows him at all.

He loves her.

Luckily, there’s something she can do about that.

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hi! i’ve recently decided to rewatch all the star wars movies and take notes on them and then,,, share them with you. so if you’re even mildly interested in my star wars opinions, here you go :)

i’ll divide it into a couple categories so,,,

well start with rogue one!!

shit that made me giggle

"oh look, here’s lyra back from the dead. it’s a miracle."

everything K2 says and does. i love him and he’s perfect.

i love the continuous attempts by K2 to appear imperial and how he fails every time. not a single storm trooper or officer ever believes him when he starts running his mouth.

so sorry but bohdi getting his cable caught and trying to shake it loose is such an adorably human moment. makes me giggle every time.

i honestly thought this section would be longer, this movie made me laugh a bunch.

stuff i don’t like or doesn’t make sense

why does jyn start believing in the rebellion? there’s no indication that she cared before they found her. there’s no real turning point that we can see. she just,,, suddenly is really into this shit. which is strange because the only reason she ever joined was because she was given a non-choice (either help or get put back in prison). i guess i can kinda see how her father dying could have changed her, but we see none of that on the ship after his death. we just get to the rebel council and all of a sudden she’s the poster girl for rebellion.

saw seems really stable at the beginning of the film, so why did he go seemingly crazy and paranoid? it’s probably explained in the novelization but that’s no excuse to just have a character go crazy with really no explanation or backstory.

that being said, a lot of the character development is pretty lacking. i don’t think i’d care about these characters nearly as much if i wasn’t already a star wars fan.

video game cut scene style general tarkin

bor gullet is supposed to make you lose your mind but bohdi was pretty much fine after like,,, a day

how does the death star,,,, move?? like i know it can but has that ever been explained? is it like little thrusters? like the ones you can see in real life to stabilize things in space? there’s nothing i can visually see. i’m not mad about it i just wanna know.

why does saw insist on staying behind? why doesn’t he come and help?? it would have been so easy to just leave but he insists on staying behind and just watching as death inches closer. i think it doesn’t make sense because we know *so little* about his character. give me more on him, make me understand.

since james earl jones is getting older, vader sounds older. was there??? nothing the audio or editing department could have done about that??? not super mad about this one just because darth vader is really cool and i’ll never really complain too much about darth vader screen time.

when the fuck did jyn become a motivational speaker??

my one gripe about pretty much every star wars movie is the sheer number of times people climb through huge shafts and jump around and shit and they’re always *fine*. no way they wouldn’t fall to their deaths in any normal situations.

can someone?? check the science of the hammerhead corvette?? because there’s no gravity or weight in space right?? theoretically all you gotta do is give that star destroyer a bump and it’s spinning out, right?? i know absolutely nothing about space physics but i gotta be right. maybe i’m wrong. i dunno. i’m dumb as rocks. hear that baby girl?? it’s the spare change rattling around in my skull. i got pennies where my brain is.

absolutely no fucking shot cassian survived a blaster hit AND that fall AND climbed out. my belief simply cannot be suspended that much.

DUDE I FORGOT THAT THE DEATH STAR CAN TRAVEL THROUGH HYPERSPACE HOW DOES WORK SOMEONE TELL ME!!!!!

why doesn’t vader just,,, force grab the plans. i know he sees them. why not just force stop the guy running away with them??

final note now that the movie is over. yes, it’s got a lot of issues. the plot is ehhh at times. the trailers don’t match up with the movie shots AT ALL (i wanna know what happened behind the scenes with that). the character development is lacking in many major ways (that has not stopped me from loving these characters though, but that’s the autism talking). but like i’ll say in the "stuff i liked" section, this is such a damn cool movie. i was once talking about it with an older friend of mine and he said seeing rogue one in theaters felt like watching the original trilogy in theaters back in the 70s and 80s and honestly that’s such a compliment. i love this movie, i really do.

just cool shit,,, you know the vibe

DEATH TROOPERS

krennic is probably one of my favorite imperial officers. for some reason he just really sells it for me, the evil and manipulation that borderlines in try hard. and (i mention it more later because you see it more in the "choke on your aspirations" scene) beyond that just the fact that he’s?? a guy. just a dude. at any given moment he could be described as just hanging out. but he’s trying so hard (for whatever reason, we don’t know his evil motivations) to be this big bad evil dude. and it’s just interesting to see someone *trying* to be imperial and *trying* to be evil, as opposed to a tarkin-type character who’s just naturally an asshole.

i love the rogue one main theme. don’t even talk to me. it’s so cool.

it’s cool to see more about the birth of the death star, seeing other people learn about it. sort of realizing the fear and terror that everyone must have been experiencing. especially after being a star wars fan for so long and being like, yeah it’s the death star it’s just a staple of this universe. it reminds me that "oh god this was a planet killer and this was the first time something like that had ever even been heard of".

there’s gorgeous visuals in this movie.

i like the "i’m wanted in 12 systems" guy cameo (did you know his name is cornelius? i googled it)

when the storm trooper asks for papers?? like fuck yeah show me what life is like under imperial rule. give me that shit.

chirrut is so badass i’ll never get over it

"i’m one with the force and the force is with me" i’m eating that shit UP! salivating over the meal in front of me. i really want more exploration of the guardians and jedi worship in general. like gimme that weird funky space religion.

seeing an at-st just walk around a town. i dunno i like that shit.

K2 saying sorry for hitting cassian. i’m so soft on this robot.

"clear of hostiles,,,, ONE HOSTILE"

jyn stepping in front of K2 to protect him after she (not ten minutes ago) made the comment “i’m just afraid they’ll miss you and hit me”. jyn,,, your soft side is showing,,,,

i like the cool machine blaster that baze has. it’s awesome seeing different blaster styles when originally the only variation we really saw was chewie’s cross bow style blaster.

i really wanna see more of baze and cirruit. i wanna know what happened that made baze stop believing. i wanna know how they met. i wanna see them evolve and grow together.

i like that jyn argues that 16 is too young to be a solider (she’s 21 in the movie). i like that she’s mad that she’s young and has been put in a position to protect herself and then later save the galaxy. (for context: luke and leia were 19 in a new hope. anakin is 19 in attack of the clones, ~22 when he became darth vader, and rey is 19 in force awakens. stop putting the fate of the galaxy in the hands of people who are *barely* adults)

the testing of the death star is awesome. love seeing wicked cool space weapons. when it blocks out the sun? ominous as hell fuck yeah.

it’s interesting that baze says cassian doesn’t look like a killer, that "he has the face of a friend", when one of the first things we saw him do was kill a man. i think about that a lot. does that say more about baze’s ability to read people or does it say more about who cassian is deep down, beyond what he’s done to serve the rebellion?

cassian’s relationship with death and killing is very interesting. you could argue that cassian is just as brainwashed and deep in the rebellion as anyone imperial. i really hope it’s something that gets explored in his stand alone show. he mentions he’s lost everything and has been a rebel since he was 6. gimme cassian andor backstory.

"careful not to choke on your aspirations director" is probably some of the most dramatic-anakin-skywalker shit i’ve ever seen vader do

i like seeing rebel infighting. so often it seems there’s always general consensus about what the rebellion wants, but it’s good to see that they don’t always agree on how to rebel.

i love the consistent "found family" rebel alliance shit in these movies. it makes my dick so hard.

ARTOO AND THREEPIO CAMEO FUCK ME UP THOSE ARE MY BOYS

okay i totally get that the empire is evil, i really do, but rogue one (and lots of moments in the sequels) really reminds me how fucking cool some of their shit is. like death troopers? imperial droids like K2? the base on scarif? vader’s castle on mustafar and his bacta tank?? fuck me UP.

i loved hearing the troopers doing their dumb small talk about the T-15s on the beach.

i think ben mendelssohn is perfect for the role of krennic, no notes there. he’s just like?? a guy and he’s doing everything he can to fit into this evil role and he just wants to be like this big bad imperial boy on campus. i don’t know. i don’t have the words right now to express how fuckin awesome he is. i’ll write an essay about it later.

THE AT-AT COMING OUT OF THE MIST?? CHRIST ON A BIKE. LAY ME TO REST. LOVE IT.

fucking love me some female fighter pilots. the women of star wars are so badass. doing justice to my return of the jedi ladies.

i think a whole lot about jyn giving K2 a blaster. the way he takes it and looks at it and holds it so gently. i think that’s the first time a human has trusted him with a blaster since his reprogramming. he seems so appreciative of that trust.

i love seeing the faces of baze and the other rebels when a few of the x-wings show up and take down an at-at. i’m so very soft for the relationship between these rebels. not to be cliche, but the *hope* that they have. it’s so moving. this movie is just so full of that quintessential rebel feeling.

hey so i’m super emotional about the death of K2 okay? because in the novelizations you learn that in the last second k2 had before a full shut down, he ran a simulation where cassian lived and even though he knew it was impossible, it made him happy. FURTHERMORE K2 is very well known and his name is often listed along side jyn’s in terms of talking about the history of the rebellion.

chirrut and baze’s deaths are so important to me. we know they’re best friends, and even though we don’t know how long they’ve been together, they love each other so deeply. chirrut being the path for baze to return to the force? touching. i so wish these dumb force husbands could have had more screen time. baze calling chirrut back?? chirrut telling him to find him in the force?? baze looking to see the man he loves one more time before he dies??reminds me of the silken quote about dying in your best friends arms because it’s all you know. anywho,,, if star wars canon has any mercy then these two lovers are force ghosts together rn. don’t care how you feel or whether you "ship" them or not. love comes in so many forms and they encompass all that love.

terribly sorry but i think about those two star destroyers colliding with the rogue one main theme playing over it every day. it’s,,,,, so,,,, ( ´∀｀)

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again BEN MENDELSSOHN??? UH YEAH

krennic watching his weapon (his beautiful, successful weapon) power up and kill him,,, the poetic justice of it all,,,,

any time anyone says "may the force be with you" i dunno maybe it’s my religious trauma but i’m head over heels for that good shit

the star destroyer coming out of hyper space as the rebels are escaping and some of the ships hit the destroyer?? one of my favorite things in the new star wars movies is directors and writers saying "oh this can totally happen" and they DO IT

jyn mentioning earlier in the film that she isn’t used to people sticking around when shit hits the fan and then dying in the arms of cassian?? because he stayed?? and for the first time she has someone??

in that same vein: cassian also says earlier in the film that he lost everything too. his connection with jyn is also important to him, just as important as it is to jyn. they need each other. i can’t remember who on this hellsite said it, but someone mentioned that they hope the stand alone cassian stuff coming out doesn’t make him this swindling playboy who fucks around a bunch. i think having him as more of like?? a mandolorian type character would be really cool. like he’s a rebel assassin: make him one. make him independent and badass and cool and DONT give him a bunch of romantic or sexual interests because then that downplays the clear love he had developing for jyn. again LOVE COMES IN FORMS BEYOND BASIC SHIPS. and there’s a lot of love in star wars.

i’ve said it a million times but vader is so cool and over and over again this movie reminded me that he’s actually so scary. i saw star wars for the first time when i was 6 and i can’t remember my initial reaction to him, but i’ve definitely (like with the death star) been desensitized to the fact that if i was in star wars, darth vader would scare the shit out of me. he’s *scary* and that’s cool. i liked seeing vader effortlessly go fucking mad on these rebels. then you understand why they were so scared in that first scene of a new hope.

no i absolutely will not get over the vader scene. i won’t. his saber turning on. his force abilities. his effortless lightsaber work. the choral music over the scene with the hectic orchestra. don’t touch me i’m emotional.

i loved seeing leia. it touches me so deeply every time.

fuck i love this movie despite all its faults.

if you’ve made it this far, thank you!! i hope you enjoyed. please remember that this is totally a safe space for all star wars opinions and you can feel free to disagree with me! i’d love to hear what some of you thought :))

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