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swift-creates · 4 days

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(some WIP) Jasons of the day + bonus Jarro to make up for the fact that I am so terrible at remembering to draw Jason every day. and bad meme under the cut

#swift creates #swift draws #drawing Jason every day #jason todd #red hood #dc #dc comics #dc fanart #batfam #batfamily #my art #artblr #art on tumblr

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swift-creates · 1 month

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And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat Lover

Thomesa x Lover (Remix) - Taylor Swift and Shawn Mendes

@thomesa-week 2024 Day 7: Free day

I am not a big Taylor person normally but these lyrics just fit them so well 😭

#tea’s gonna love this one #swift writes #swift creates #the maze runner #tmr thomas #teresa agnes #thomesa #tmr teresa #Thomas x Teresa #teresa x Thomas #thomas tmr #tmr #thomesaweek2024 #thomesa week #Lover #taylor swift #Shawn Mendes

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swift-creates · 1 month

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@thomesa-week 2024 Day 6: Wip Saturday

for this one, I wrote a new scene from my old fic, For Her! this fic is one of my dearest, and I do want to finish it someday. 😊

category: Gen

fandom: the Maze Runner

characters and relationships: Gally (POV), Thomas, Newt, Chuck, minor Brenda, Minho and Zart

warnings: none

"This is not up for discussion. If there's no other way to get her back, then we have to do what Janson says. Even if that means robbing a museum and possibly getting arrested."

"Whoa, Tommy, wouldja cool for it a second. We all agreed we're getting Teresa back, no matter what. She's one of us, and we're not about to leave her in the hands of bloody maniacs like Ava and Janson." Newt crossed his arms.

Gally watched Thomas pace around the room like a caged animal, running a hand through his hair, shoving both into his pockets. He always seemed to be in motion, like if he didn't stay a human blur, the nervous energy would make him explode.

"We care about her too, Thomas," Chuck added quietly. "Maybe not like you do, but... She's our friend."

Thomas looked cowed at that, and broke eye contact with Chuck. "I- I know." He looked down, at the clock nearby, at Brenda and Minho watching silently from the windowsill. "Sorry. I just... I'm all kinds of messed up right now." With that he turned and pushed his way out of the room past Zart, who gave him a sympathetic glance before continuing to water the houseplants.

#swift writes #swift creates #the maze runner #tmr thomas #teresa agnes #thomesa #tmr teresa #Thomas x Teresa #teresa x Thomas #thomas tmr #tmr #thomesaweek2024 #thomesa week

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swift-creates · 1 month

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@thomesa-week 2024 Day 5: on the run

more for my Star Wars AU! Thomesa in the early Imperial era, avoiding stormtroopers and being traumatised 🥰

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swift-creates · 1 month

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@thomesa-week 2024 Day 4: based on a song

Tw for drugs, overdose, medical stuff

#swift creates #swift writes #the maze runner #tmr thomas #teresa agnes #thomesa #tmr teresa #Thomas x Teresa #teresa x Thomas #thomas tmr #tmr #thomesaweek2024 #thomesa week #Medical whump #Whump

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swift-creates · 1 month

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@thomesa-week day 3: abduction (somewhat messy) moodboard for my unfinished fic For Her

this fic was the first Thomesa and Maze Runner story I ever put up on AO3 and it still holds a dear place in my heart. shoutout to @its-tea-time-darling for the initial inspiration and for being my Thomesa bestie now, then, and hopefully forever 🥺

#swift creates #the maze runner #tmr thomas #teresa agnes #thomesa #tmr teresa #Thomas x Teresa #teresa x Thomas #thomas tmr #tmr #thomesaweek2024 #thomesa week #moodboard #swift edits #swift’s moodboards

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swift-creates · 1 month

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@thomesa-week 2024 day 2: “just a little longer”

Whump, glorious whump.

#swift writes #swift creates #the maze runner #tmr thomas #teresa agnes #thomesa #tmr teresa #Thomas x Teresa #teresa x Thomas #thomas tmr #tmr #thomesaweek2024 #thomesa week #Whump #blood #injury

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swift-creates · 1 month

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@thomesa-week 2024 day one: rain

some fluff without plot to start us off 🥰

#swift writes #swift creates #the maze runner #tmr thomas #teresa agnes #thomesa #tmr teresa #Thomas x Teresa #teresa x Thomas #thomas tmr #tmr #ThomesaWeek2024 #thomesa week

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swift-creates · 3 months

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in 12 days, I’ll be 18 years old.

old enough to drink, to drive, to be an adult in the eyes of the law.

I don’t feel like an adult.

I still feel like a child.

or not quite a child, but not quite an adult either.

I think of the girl who was once my best friend, how her birthday was one day after mine. the 12th. 12 days, the 12th, 12 months in the year. I haven’t seen her in years. I don’t know where she is now, what she’s doing. is she like me, only just starting to get up and get a life? or does she already have a job, a boyfriend, a group of people she hangs out and jokes around with? does she have her driver’s license? I want to get mine this year. maybe we’ll meet again there, at a test course of cars owned by no one.

they say your brain fully develops in your mid-20s. then why are teenagers expected to be responsible, make life-changing decisions, have adult lives?

I don’t want an adult life. I want to go back to running around with kids my age at the playground. skinned knees, fallen leaves, picked up sticks. imagining a fantasy world where we can be heroes of a metal forest.

adults do grown up things like have jobs, pay bills, raise babies. I don’t want to do any of those things. especially not in the next 12 days. I want to dress up at a wedding, to embarrass my sister in front of her friend, to play video games with people I can laugh with.

will I still like to do the things I do in 12 days? or is there a switch you flip, a button you press, a thread that’s cut that severs your childhood from your future.

I know there isn’t a switch. I’ve turned 10, 15, 17 already and it never felt any different on the day. the knowledge doesn’t stop my fear.

but adults have friends, careers, connections. adults have support systems that pick them up after a crash, control over their own life, the esteem of their older peers. I want all of those things. I want to have had some of them in the past, when I needed them. I want some of them now. I want to have some of them when I’m older.

I have never liked change. I don’t want to change who I am. growing older both changes who you are in the biggest ways and leaves you just the same. I want to get older. I don’t want to grow up.

in 12 days, I’ll be 18 years old. and I don’t know how I feel about it.

#swift writes #Poetry #Swift’s poems #writeblr #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writer stuff #I don’t know.#something about wanting change and not wanting it at all

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swift-creates · 3 months

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Happy birthday @enigma-absolute! this is a little bit shorter than my usual stuff but I hope you like it 😊♥️

#swift creates #swift writes #star wars #the clone wars #star wars fanfiction #fic #star wars fanfic #fanfiction #Maddox (GFFA)#Strike (OC)#clone trooper jesse #Arc trooper Jesse #Jesse #Happyverse #TCW continuity

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swift-creates · 6 months

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category: Gen

fandom: Star Wars

characters and relationships: Commander Fox & Commander Thire - platonic

warnings: Torture as punishment, Coma, Sheev being shit, That’s Not How The Force Works™️

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day 28: Hair Pulling / Oxygen Deprivation / Sweating Day 30: Possession / Mind Games / Coma

As punishment for a mistake, the Chancellor turns on not just Fox, but one of the brothers he loves dearest.

notes: closing off Whumptober with a Fox fic, as I am wont to do :) thanks for all the kudos and comments guys here’s to an equally angsty Nov-Dec!! (for blorbos not us)

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swift-creates · 6 months

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category: Gen

fandom: Ninjago

characters and relationships: Sol (OC) and Sensei Wu and cat - platonic

warnings: Sensory issues, very slight ableism (if you squint)

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day Day 27: Forgotten / Locked Away / Immortal Whumpee

notes: hi everyone this is my mexican sunshine autism child and i love her v much :) This is set post-pilot episodes, pre-Rise of the snakes.

#swift creates #swift writes #Ninjago #Ninjago fanfiction #Ninjago OC #Sol (OC)#Sensei Wu #wu ninjago #master wu #ninjago wu #ninjago fandom #ninjago fic #fic #fanfiction #lego ninjago #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberdaytwentyseven

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swift-creates · 6 months

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category: Gen

fandom: Star Wars x DC Comics

characters and relationships: Rose Oleco (OC) & Obi-Wan Kenobi & Satine Kryze & Ahsoka Tano & Anakin Skywalker & Korkie Kryze - platonic (familial)

warnings: Blood, Lazarus Pit Side Effects, character comes back wrong, Crying, Shock, Hiding Mental Breakdowns, does it count as suicidal ideation if you were dead and now you're not but wish you were?

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day 21: Blood Loss / Shock / Near-death Experience

Day 26: Magical Exhaustion or Injury / Curse / Came Back Wrong

Rose comes home one day after a blackout. Maybe life would be better if she was never resurrected.

notes: hiiii this is a version of the DC/Justice League AU that my sister and i made despite having almost no knowledge of DC comics hope you enjoy <333 (Rose belongs to said sister) Context is Rose is a vigilante. died once. it wasn't very fun so she came back (Talia threw her into the Lazpit).

more things about Rose on AO3

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swift-creates · 6 months

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category: Gen

fandom: Star Wars

characters and relationships: Strike (OC) and Jesse - platonic (siblings)

warnings: brief mention of strike’s past suicide attempt and self-harm, self-esteem issues, dehumanisation, toxic mother/daughter-esque relationship (emphasis on the esque), physical and mental child abuse, Died Priest’s horrible training techniques, Nala Se

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day 19: Taken for Granted / Left Behind / “Why wasn’t I enough?” Day 20: Dehumanization / Stockholm Syndrome / Master and Servant

Strike starts to realise that her time on Kamino was much worse than she first thought it was.

notes: title from Olivia Rodrigo's enough for you, which i relate to way too much :)

more things about Strike on AO3

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swift-creates · 6 months

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category: Gen

fandom: Star Wars

characters and relationships: Cassian Andor and Strike (OC) - platonic, Cassian Andor x Jyn Erso - romantic, Kix, Alex is mentioned multiple times but never shown (as is Kerri)

warnings: Extreme cold, hypothermia, medbay setting (after the divider break), awkward love confessions, teasing about said confession, Strike is a little shit

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day 17: Hypothermia / Heat Stroke / “You look a little pale” Day 18: Fever / Vomiting / Warm Soup

Stranded on an ice planet after a Rebel mission gone wrong, Cassian and Strike try to send out one last transmission to the people they love.

notes: divider by @djarrex (see more here). used the warm soup prompt quite literally and. for the comfort part of the hurt/comfort. but it's still p angsty with context. this is set in my Rebel AU (aka continuity i created solely to make my TCW blorbos friends with my Empire-era blorbos) and comes chronologically after Jai'galaar (unposted fic where she meets Alex) Yes this fic is an excuse to write Rebelcaptain.

context is basically Cassian and Strike were sent on a mission in the Rebel AU, and were stranded on an ice planet, unable to get offplanet or send any transmissions to anyone. Strike had a big fight with Jesse before they left and said some pretty extreme things and regrets it. also, Cassian is friends with the Ghost Crew bc i said so.

more things about Strike on AO3

“A cave,” he told her through chattering teeth. They stumbled into its gaping mouth, brushing the snow from their shoulders with shaking hands, and huddled at its back, trying to preserve whatever warmth hadn’t been stolen from them by the storm.

Strike curled into herself as much as she could, snuggled up tight to Cassian’s side. He stared at a frosted rock across from them, as if he could summon warmth and help if he looked at it hard enough, only breaking his vacant gaze when she nudged him.

“Whatcha thinking?” she whispered.

He sighed, the silence settling back down after that for a moment, like ripples smoothing on the surface of a pond, before replying. “About what I never got to tell Jyn. About how much I… love her.” Strike put a hand over his, and he attempted a smile. “I guess now I’ll never get to.”

She looked away, closing her eyes briefly. “I should never have asked you along on this mission.”

“Hey, I’m the idiot who said yes. This isn’t your fault.”

“I think it is.”

He put his arms around her, leaning his head onto her shoulder. “Well, I think it isn’t. Checkmate.” She let out a short huff of a laugh at that, her breath misting white in the shadows wrapped around them as they both contemplated their circumstances, weighing the options and both reaching the same conclusion.

“Well, we’re probably gonna die here, so. Any last confessions? Rants you need an ear lent to?”

Strike went quiet for a moment, then spoke in a hushed voice. “I don’t want my fight with Jesse to be the last words we ever said to each other. And I would’ve liked to see Alex again, before.” The unsaid finality of their situation hung in the air, a vulture circling both their minds before she added, “And tell him to feed Badu.”

Cassian snorted. “I don’t think anyone could forget. He wouldn’t let them.”

“Yeah.” She twisted to look at him. “You?”

He smiled wistfully, turning the holoprojector over in his hand. “I know I can’t. That any transmissions we send won’t make it through the storm. But I would’ve liked to tell her. I still do.” Strike thought of Jyn, waiting for a call that would never come, and buried her face in his jacket.

“I’m sorry.” She said it again, even though she knew he’d say she didn’t have to. She just needed him to know she was.

“Y’know,” he said after a pause, “kriff it.” He flicked on the holoprojector, and the small red light indicated that it was recording.

“I know this might never get transmitted, and if it does, it’ll get to you until after we’re both frozen, but I don’t think we have the luxury of caring anymore. This message is the last from Rebel agents Cassian Andor and Strike Kamino.” She stared at him as he spoke, his expression now holding a resigned determination, then turned to face the projector when he looked at her.

“First of all, someone make sure Light takes his meds. And feed Badu in the afternoon, or he’ll scream at you to do it in the middle of the night.” Cassian chuckled then, probably remembering the few disturbed nights when that had happened. “Alex. I love you so much it feels like I need you to breathe. I’m sorry I couldn’t come back this time.” She took a breath to compose herself, the memory of the stinging words she’d thrown at her brother flashing to the forefront of her mind.

“Jesse, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any of what I said, and if I could take it back, I would. You didn’t deserve that.” She sniffled, wiped at her face with one hand. “Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum, vod. Take care of yourself, and don’t let Kix get vasovagal syncope-d again, whatever that is.” She leaned back out of the camera’s range, let the blue light cascade across Cassian’s face uninterrupted.

“Kerri, you be good and do whatever Hera says. No staying up past bedtimes, no drugs and murder, and no boys unless I would have liked them. But I do have high standards when it comes to boys,” he admitted. “Help Zeb around the base, would you? Poor man’s stressed enough as it is.” He went quiet then, gaze falling from the holoprojector to the gray rock floor.

“Jyn… I’m in love with you. I think I have been ever since Jedha. I just… didn’t know it. And when I did realise it, I- I didn’t know how to tell you.” He let out a soft laugh. “And this probably won’t even reach you, but I love you.

“I just wish you could have told me if you felt the same.”

He stopped the recording, tucked the projector away into his pocket and let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Wiped away the tear he hadn’t known was trickling down his cheek.

“That was just Jyn’s style,” Strike said after a short pause. “She would’ve loved it.”

He gave her a small smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” They huddled up again, pulling their jackets tighter around themselves and waiting for the inevitable.

Neither of them were sure who gave in to unconsciousness first, but the storm raged on outside as they both fell still.

Cassian knew he was awake, but he was warm for the first time in days, and he kept his eyes closed, content to just stay still and comfortable right there. But a while later, muffled voices intruded on his cosy darkness, and he squeezed his eyes shut harder, to no avail. A feeling like hands prodding at him poked into his shoulder, and he wondered wearily if this was what it felt like to become one with the Force. It was more irritating than the Jedi made it sound.

“Cassian.” The call of his name broke through the blur, and wasn’t that strange, it sounded almost like Kix. That was worth investigating, and he blinked his eyes open to a haze of bright white.

“Cassian.” His vision focused on the face hovering in front of him.

“Kix?” That was weird. “What happened?”

“We found the two of you in a cave half frozen to death, is what happened. And we got your holo message, too. None of us were too happy about that. Jesse almost had an aneurysm, and Jyn wasn’t much better.” Two. Two of us, in a cave…

“Strike. Where is she? Is she…” He let his voice trail off, almost afraid to finish his sentence.

“She’s fine.” Kix’s expression softened. “We got to you two in time to stave off the worst of the damage.” Cassian slumped in relief. Okay. That’s good.

“I think you both are going to need to talk to your message recipients when you’re well enough for it,” the medic went on. “They were almost inconsolable, watching that and waiting for you to come home.”

The message. Cassian recalled the holoprojector, the recording, what he’d said in it. I talked to Kerri, told her to be good. He vaguely remembered saying something about Zeb. And after that…

Oh, sithspit.

He’d told everyone exactly how he’d felt about Jyn.

“Morning, sunshine.” He looked over to see a sleepy-looking Strike under a thick bundle of blankets he imagined Hardcase hauling to the medbay to throw on top of her. “Disappointed we’re not dead?”

“I might have just doomed myself to a fate worse than death,” he replied, burying his face in his hands.

Strike seemed to search her memory a little before remembering, and raised her eyebrows at him when she did. “Oh, kriff. Yeah, I agree. I’m so glad I’m not you right now.”

Cassian groaned loudly in frustration. “Thank you, you’re being so helpful,” he deadpanned.

“You’re welcome.” Strike leaned back in her bed for a moment before shooting up again. “I have to go find Alex!”

“Kix will skin you alive if he finds out you’ve escaped.”

“This ain’t a prison, it’s a medbay. He’ll probably throw me to a nexu, but. Worth it.” She climbed out from under the blankets and swayed on her feet for a moment before regaining her balance, pulling on her boots and darting out of the room. “See ya later, Cass. Have fun!” He stuck his tongue out at her, but she didn’t turn around to see it.

He sat there for another few minutes, contemplating how to get out of this situation he’d put himself in, before the doors whooshed open a few minutes later. He expected one of the medics, or Kix hauling Strike back in by the scruff of her neck.

It was Jyn.

She stepped over the threshold of the door, and walked up to his bed wordlessly. Sat down in the empty chair beside him. And looked at him, fathoms of emotion hidden behind her hazel eyes. They were beautiful, green with a center of golden brown, and held so much he couldn’t read, wouldn’t read even if he could. He wanted her to choose to tell him, sit down and let him know what went on behind those eyes and why. He wanted to do the same for her.

“I watched your message. We all did,” she said, and he cringed internally at the memory.

“Wasn’t one of my finest moments,” he admitted.

She looked down at her hands, fiddled with a round object that he realised was the holoprojector they’d used to send the recording. “You said you didn’t know how to tell me how you felt. And then you said you wished I could tell you if I felt the same way.” She took in a deep breath, and with a sinking feeling, he braced himself for her rejection.

“Well, I’m telling you now. I love you, you idiot who thought it would be a good idea to confess to me in a holomessage that might have never reached this base.” He looked sharply up to see her shrug with a small smile. “I just never had the guts or the chance to say it out loud.” Cassian stared at her, speechless, as a warm feeling of surprised hope started to glow in his chest, and smiled back.

Jyn looked down, flipped the projector once, twice, looked back up to him with something almost shy in her eyes. He’d known Jyn Erso for a while now, and seldom saw her look shy. “Do you wanna…”

He took in a breath, feeling his stomach buzz in anticipation of the kiss she was asking for. “Kriff yes.” He sat up straighter in his bed, tentatively put a hand over hers. Holding her breath, she let him, then started to lean in-

“And if I find you sneaking out again, Rex is not going to be able to stop me from tying you up with your own whipcord,” Kix grumbled, dragging a smug-looking Strike back into the medbay. Cassian and Jyn both jumped at his sudden entrance, settling back into their seats and rapidly trying to calm down.

“I told Cassian that this was a medbay, not a prison, but I guess I was wrong.” Despite her complaints, Strike gave her brother a satisfied grin, and Cassian groaned internally. I know that smile.

“Manita, what did you do?”

“I walked in on some lovey-dovey heart eyes nonsense between this di’kut and her cyare, declaring their undying devotion to one another or whatever.” Kix made a face at the memory, bundling Strike back into her bed.

“You wouldn’t have had to see it if you hadn’t come looking for me,” Strike pointed out, crossing her arms as he rearranged the blankets. “Oh, hey, Jyn.”

“H-Hi.” Cassian winced at the way her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. “I was just… checking in on Cassian.”

Kix looked at Jyn. Jyn looked at Strike. Strike looked at Kix. Kix turned to look back at Strike and raised one eyebrow ever so slightly Cassian might have missed it if he wasn’t so mortified at the whole exchange.

Strike shrugged. “Well, he isn’t going anywhere.”

“Vod.” Kix nudged her.

“What? It’s true.” “Only because he’s a better patient than you are,” Kix groused, moving from her bedside to retrieve a tray of steaming bowls. “Here. Cookbook thought you two would need this.” He handed Cassian and Strike each a bowl, then hovered by a mug with the third. “Jyn? Soup?”

“Oh, I don’t need- I was going to go soon-” Jyn started, but Strike cut her off.

“I think Cass here would really like it if you stayed for soup.” She made eye contact with Cassian, who withered a little bit at the barely restrained glee in her eyes.

Jyn looked at him, as if checking if he actually agreed, and he wanted to bury into his blanket and hide. Instead, he nodded — he did want her to stay, even if he would never say that out loud, and definitely not in front of Strike and Kix. “The soup’s good.”

“Well, I’ve never turned down good soup.” She seemed to have regained her usual composure, and gave Kix a smile as he poured some into the mug. Cassian watched as she accepted it from the medic, the steam swirling up to frame her face as she took a careful sip. It rose in graceful curls and designs he wanted to trace into her skin, to hold her hand and gently smooth over with his thumb.

He realised he was staring, blinked and shook the notion away. That was weird. Don’t do that. Even as he had the thought, he noticed her smiling over the rim of her mug and felt his face heat.

“So, what is in this soup?” Strike asked loudly, and Kix shook his head knowingly. Cassian wanted to throw pillows at both of them. But then Jyn laughed, her brown hair cascading behind her with the force of her happiness, and he felt the violent urge recede.

(But that didn’t mean pillows wouldn’t be flying once she left the medbay.)

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