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burberrycanary · 2 years

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Oh I HAVE to ask about The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart, you know my love of that poem.

A perennial favorite of mine, too! And while the doc titles don't show it, more than one of my WIPs draws from this poem for a title—eventually, I'll get one of them published.

I wrote a lot of Rogue One a few five years ago, but only ever ended up finishing one fic. The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart was a Jyn/Cassian/Bodhi story and my first real attempt at writing poly, which isn’t in my comfort zone as an author, at all. Also not helping this fic get finished was how it was shaping up to be a lot of sex scenes, which I was not that comfortable writing at the time. Plus, I hadn’t yet figured out the sort of betaing that works for me and I got some negative feedback that ended up discouraging me. All that taken together, this never got finished.

But there are some scenes that I did like and enjoyed writing! And working with Bodhi’s distinctive speech patterns was great. (I adore writing characters' speech patterns.)

This started with Cassian/Jyn as an established couple and moved to Cassian/Jyn/Bodhi. I was interested in writing these characters as all bi but having a range of gender-based preferences—Bodhi having a strong preference for men while Cassian about equally attracted to men and women—and how these general sexual preferences end up influencing the specific internal relationships within this triad; while at the same time, it was important to me to not have a relationship being less sexual mean that it was less meaningful.

Looking back on what I’d written all these years later, I can say that writing poly relationships is probably never going to be my strong suit. But it was interesting to try.

As the proposed summary would have put it: love and pain and desire—but the words get it all wrong. Thanks Gilbert. Here are three snippets, pulled from the graveyard <3

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He’ll never know if the morning after would have been awkward, since Bodhi has to leave at 0400 hours to prep for a 0530 take off.

“Sorry, sorry.” Bodhi whispers into the dark as he silences the alarm after the first ring. Jyn tenses awake just long enough to bat at the nearest piece of Bodhi she can reach—his elbow, sliding up his arm—and mumble, “Back safe,” before dropping to sleep again, still pressed tight against Cassian’s side.

(Cassian used to take that as a sign of trust until he saw over and over how easily she can sleep in exposed and insanely dangerous places in a way Bodhi can’t and he struggles to.)

Bodhi finds his clothes by the light of a datapad. Cassian watches him dress, considering how the bluish-tinged light catches on the abstract lines on his body.

Bodhi sits on the edge of the bed to put on his socks and boots, then dims the pad screen down to low and hesitates. As Cassian’s eyes adjust to the near darkness, he makes out the uncertain angle of Bodhi’s shoulders, caught between opposing motions—turning nearer or making a polite, simple exit.

“Hey,” Cassian offers quietly. “Come here.”

He pushes up on one elbow and meets Bodhi’s sweet, surprisingly dirty kiss. Bodhi’s hand rests on his shoulder.

Bodhi smiles a little against his lips and pulls back, glancing down at Jyn. Cassian can’t make out any telling details of his expression in the dim light.

Bodhi may get away with kissing the top of Jyn’s head when she’s awake, as long as no one else is around and he draws no pointed attention to the gesture, but he decides against pushing his luck and settles for brushing his fingertips over the back of her hand.

Good call, the detached part of Cassian’s mind observes.

(The trust doesn’t show in how Jyn falls asleep. It’s in how she wakes up again.)

Jyn always sleeps near knives. But Bodhi figured that out months ago.

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“What do you want?” From this? Cassian doesn’t add, just glances at her mouth without moving to kiss her. From me?

The number of things he wouldn’t do for her keeps narrowing down, the qualifications gradually dropping away. But they both know what he’s capable of too well for that to be something he’d ever admit out loud.

She reaches up and brushes her thumb over the top of his cheek. Whenever she touches his face, he can’t keep from turning a little into her hand.

“You’re mine.” Her voice has a quiet certainty he’s heard from her most often when she’s making herself be brave. “Aren’t you?”

He closes his eyes and feels the tension that had built up over days unwind from his shoulders. He hadn’t expected that simply being understood would hurt, but he doesn't have another word for the sharp, unfamiliar sensation expanding inside his chest.

“I am. You know I am.”

She leans in and kisses just under his jaw. “You can have Bodhi, too. If you want.” The without me hangs in the pause, unspoken. She drags a kiss along the side of his neck. Her mouth and her hand on his face are the only points where they touch. The space between their bodies doesn’t change as she presses a delicate kiss just below his ear and whispers, “That won’t make you any less mine.”

Then Jyn pulls him down into a final hard kiss that transmits, with perfect clarity, I’ll miss you. And walks away.

He thinks he’ll see her again in three weeks, maybe two.

(He’s wrong. He won’t see her again for nearly two months.)

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Bodhi lifts a hand and reaches out, only to stop just before touching his arm.

“You and Jyn talked, yeah? I mean, she and I talked.” He gives a weak laugh and amends, “Sort of. A very short, not very helpful and at points terrifying talk.”

“Bodhi.”

“Not that you need much protecting, but she’d rip the heart out of anyone who hurt you.” His hand settles against his arm, soft but not uncertain. “And you already know that.”

Bodhi’s hand slides up towards his shoulder as he takes a step closer.

“But the thing is, she’d do the same for me. Well, she said gut, I think—but the principle’s the same.”

They’re so close, their clothes brush. Cassian doesn’t stop the impulse to tilt his head as the distance keeps on collapsing inward.

Bodhi leans in closer and pauses again. His eyes are serious and steady when he asks, “Is this a bad idea?”

Probably. Cynicism is an easy reflex that Cassian considers and looks past. In a standard minute, he could come up with ten reasons why this will backfire or fall apart. But his gut says lean in and he’s not going to stop trusting his instincts now.

Bodhi’s mouth is wide and soft. The kiss opens out with a banked, unrolling intensity as he brings his hands up to Bodhi’s face, brushing his thumbs out from the corners of Bodhi’s mouth over his beard and back, taking in the details he’d been too keyed up to notice before in the tense, dream-like rush of getting to have them both.

#thank you for the ask <3333 #rogue one #wips #jyn x cassian #cassian x bodhi #jyn/cassian/bodhi #writing

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angstywaifu · 3 months

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Masterlist

A master list for all my writings. Mainly for Fourth Wing and our rebellion boys. But I am starting ACOTAR so maybe we will see the bat boys I've heard so much about. Please note that my posting will go between being consistent to sometimes here and there depending on work and life things. But I am trying to write a few parts ahead for The Lost Sister (current main series).

Please include as much detail as possible when sending in a request.

Requests are Open.

Prompts Who I write for: Fourth Wing/Iron Flame

Garrick Tavis (main comfort zone)

Bodhi Durran

Xaden Riorson

Liam Mairi

Dain Aetos

Brennan Sorrengail

ACOTAR

Azriel

Rhysand

Cassian

Crescent City

Ruhn Danaan

Hunt Athalar

Smut - 💕 Fluff - 🌸 Angst - 😡

Garrick Tavis:

The Lost Sister (ongoing series) 💕🌸😡

Garrick Tavis Head Cannons 🌸

Just One Date 🌸

Reunited 🌸

Goodbye 😡

Goodbye Part 2 (coming soon)

Means To And End - One Shot Garrick POV 😡

I Just Want To Talk To Them 😡

Happy Birthday 💕🌸

I just Want To Talk To Them Part 2 - The Reward 💕

Garrick Tavis Dad Head Cannons (coming soon)🌸

Garrick Tavis Pregnant Reader Head Cannons (coming soon)🌸

Bodhi Durran:

Love Letters 🌸

Options 🌸

Ridoc Gamlyn:

Matchmaker 🌸

Xaden Riorson:

I Think I Deserve a Kiss 🌸

All Alone 🌸

Not Meant To Care 😡

Liam Mairi

Surprise🌸

Eyes On Me 💕

Brennan Sorrengail

Can We Not 🌸

Cuddle Head Cannons 🌸

Dain Aetos

You Think I Wanted This

Ruhn Danaan

Shut Up. Make Me.

Shut Up. Make Me. Part 2 💕

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padmestrilogy · 1 year

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not strong enough - boygenius

#andor #rogue one #luthen rael #cassian andor #jyn erso #maarva andor #clem andor #taramyn barcona #cinta kaz #vel sartha #baze x chirrut #karis nemik #leia organa #saw gerrera #bodhi rook #star wars #star wars edit #my edits

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marvelsmylife · 1 month

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I’m in a little writing slump and need inspo.

Please send in tooth rotting fluffy request please (and smut if you guys wish). You can choose from the characters I have on my list here

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326forbes · 1 year

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6 Years Ago.. happy Rogue One day!!

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spectrestardust · 9 months

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And They Were Roommates - Chapter 6: Killjoy

"The intimacy that Jyn had run from her entire life was the very thing she now craved like oxygen. Cassian felt the same as her, he had always felt the same. They had been best friends, always wishing they could be more. Two frightened creatures longing for each other, neither one of them willing to admit it. And nine years later, all it took was a bottle and a half of red wine for it to be all out in the open."

do people still use voicemail? for the sake of this chapter, let's pretend they do. for my dear friend @kalikoris. You have been a constant source of encouragement and kindness. Thank you so, so, so much. <3

#rebelcaptain #rebelcaptain fanfic #jyn erso #cassian andor #cassian andor x jyn erso #bodhi rook #ruescott melshi #rogue one au #roommates au #rogue one #andor #fanfic #rogue one meets new girl #and they were roommates

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jemirrose · 9 months

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My sweet rogue beans 🫘 these babies will be enamel pins and are up for pre order now 🫘❤️

#sw rogue one #rogue one #maarva andor #andor #jyn erso #jyn x cassian #cassian #k2 #k2so #chirrut x baze #chirrut imwe #baze malbus #bodhi rook #rogue squadron #enamel pins #digitial art #digital illustration

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sesamestreep · 1 year

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50 jyn/cassian? 👀

50. the hands of fate (from this prompt list)

After such a crushing defeat, Cassian decides that what he and his teammates really need is another round, and since everyone else is still arguing over the finer points of the last question, he decides it’s up to him to make that happen. Luckily, the bar is not particularly crowded at that moment, so he’s able to get the attention of the bartender right away.

“What can I get for you?” she asks, leaning slightly across the bar to hear him better.

It takes him a minute to remember why he’s there, because he’s been doing trivia at this bar for the last few months and he’s never seen this bartender before, which is only notable because she’s exceptionally pretty. She’s got bright green eyes, and hair that manages to be messy in a way he suspects might actually be fashionable, and she’s wearing a black tank top that shows off some very cool-looking tattoos on her biceps. The usual Thursday night bartender barely even looks at him when she takes his order, let alone going so far as to actually speak to him in full sentences.

“Did you want to order something?” she asks, warily, and her expression shutters in the way of an experienced customer service professional who’s used to dealing with drunk people and skeevy men with alarming frequency.

Cassian shakes his head, as if to clear his mind so he doesn’t (rightfully) earn this bartender’s wrath by staring for another minute. “Yeah, sorry,” he says, adopting what he hopes is a genial expression. “We just got our asses handed to us at trivia, so my cognitive function hasn’t fully returned yet.”

The bartender offers him a half-smile at that and nods. “Take your time.”

“Uh, I think I’m just going to get another round for everyone,” Cassian says, and then rattles off his team’s drink orders. The bartender nods and, even though she doesn’t stop to write it down, he has a feeling she’s got it memorized.

She starts making a drink in front of him, and only looks up a moment later when she realizes he’s still there. “I can bring them over when I’m done,” she says, pointing her chin in the direction of his table while her hands are occupied pouring vodka into a cocktail shaker.

“Oh, right,” Cassian says, stupidly. “That would be great. I, uh, already mentioned my brain’s not working, right?”

She laughs a little, which feels sort of like a victory, and shakes her head. “Must have been a tough loss.”

“We came this close to winning for once!” he can’t help griping. “But no one on my team knew the names of the three Fates in Greek mythology.”

The bartender tosses the shaker from side to side in a practiced motion, and gives him a barely interested look. “You mean, the Moirai?” she asks.

Cassian barely stops himself from gaping at her. “I, uh, think they wanted the individual names, actually.”

“Oh, so like Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, then?”

“Jesus, do you write the questions?”

She smiles and pulls a glass out from under the counter. “No,” she says, as she deftly pours the contents of the shaker into the glass. “I just went through a very intense Greek mythology phase when I was a kid.”

“Thank god. I was beginning to think I was just stupid!”

“The two ideas are not mutually exclusive,” she replies, breezily, as she tosses an olive into the drink. “I’ll bring your drinks right over, unless you want me to keep talking to you about mythology.”

There actually isn’t anything Cassian wants more at the moment, but he’s already lost so much dignity at trivia that he can’t afford to lose anymore getting shut down by this beautiful bartender, so he nods and thanks her before he heads back to his table. Bodhi has finally stopped reading Wikipedia on his phone (a time-honored post-loss tradition for them) and is sitting with his head resting on Taidu’s shoulder. Melshi, on the other side of the table, is slumped in his chair, staring into the dregs of his beer.

“Another round incoming,” he says, clapping Melshi on the shoulder.

“Thank god,” Melshi replies, sitting up.

“We are bad at trivia,” Bodhi proclaims, which is also a time-honored tradition.

“We did better this time,” Taidu counters.

“Yeah, but we still lost.”

“Progress over perfection.”

“Stop being reasonable,” Melshi groans. “The wound is still too fresh.”

“You know what’s great for treating wounds?” a voice over Cassian’s shoulder asks. “Alcohol!”

The beautiful bartender appears then, with their drinks on a small tray and starts depositing them on the table, where Taidu immediately helps divvy them up to their respective recipients.

“What are you doing here?” Bodhi asks her, which seems like an odd response. Cassian looks between the two of them, puzzled.

“I told you I was working tonight,” the bartender replies, resting the now-empty tray on her hip.

“No, you didn’t.”

“I sent you a text!”

“Oh,” Taidu says. “That was your first mistake. He never reads his texts.”

“Shut up,” Bodhi says, thumping him lightly on the shoulder. “I read texts! I even reply to them! I am a functional person!”

Taidu and the bartender scoff at the same time, and Cassian is definitely missing something.

“So, why are you working tonight?” Bodhi asks, before Cassian can figure out a way to ask what’s going on without seeming rude. “I mean, I read your text, for sure, but like…remind me?”

“Kennel no-call, no-showed and Baze asked me to fill in.”

“What?! Tell me everything!”

“I just did. She didn’t call out or give notice so I have no idea what happened.”

“Okay, that’s more boring than I expected,” Bodhi says, sounding disappointed. “I always thought she’d get fired for coming after you with a knife or something.”

“You and me both, buddy,” the bartender says.

“Kennel is the usual Thursday night bartender?” Taidu asks, speaking for all of them.

“Yeah,” Bodhi says. “She’s fucking nuts.”

“Good riddance,” she agrees. Then, she turns her attention to Cassian, pointing at him with her elbow. “I put the drinks on your tab, by the way.”

Cassian blinks at her in surprise. “Oh, right. Yeah. Good. Did I—sorry, I don’t think I gave you my name, so…”

“No, but I know Bodhi, which means I also know Taidu, naturally, and I’ve met Melshi before, so I guessed you were probably Bodhi’s other co-worker, Cassian, who he does trivia with but whom I’ve never met and there was a card with that name behind the bar, so…”

“Okay, seriously, are you some kind of savant or something? Between this and knowing all of the trivia answers…”

She smiles. “I have the distinct advantage of being more sober than almost everyone in the room, which gives the impression of genius where there is none.”

“Bodhi, you didn’t tell Cassian your roommate worked here, did you?” Taidu asks suddenly, sounding amused.

Bodhi smacks himself on the forehead. “She doesn’t normally work Thursdays,” he admits, miserably, before looking up. “Cassian, this is my roommate, Jyn. She works here.”

“Jyn. Right,” Cassian says, feeling some puzzle pieces slot into place. “I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally meet.”

“Same,” she says, extending a hand for him to shake and giving him a mysterious smile. “Though Bodhi did say you were the ringer on the trivia team, and you didn’t even know the names of the Moirai.”

“Cassian is the ringer,” Melshi says, “which just goes to show how terrible the rest of us are.”

“I think Kay was technically our ringer,” Cassian replies.

“Until he got perma-banned,” Bodhi adds, dejectedly.

“Kay?” Jyn asks.

“My roommate,” Cassian specifies. “It was for the best, he argued with the host too much.”

“Oh, that guy,” she says, nodding. “Baze and Chirrut have his picture hung up in the office. We throw darts at it, uh, lovingly.”

Cassian waves away the sheepish look she gives him. “I live with him. I understand the impulse. Anyway, that’s how Taidu ended up joining us.”

“Lucky them,” he says, raising his glass in a mock toast. “I know nothing, it turns out.”

“I mean, if they ever need someone to answer a question about the intricacies of Formula 1, you’re their man,” Jyn says.

“Taidu watches a lot of F1 at our apartment,” Bodhi explains. “He’s trying to get Jyn into it.”

“It’s not nearly violent enough for my tastes,” she says, mildly. “Anything else before I go back to the bar? Need me to name all the Argonauts, perhaps?”

“Oh, you’re going to be insufferable about this, aren’t you?” Bodhi asks, covering his face with his hands.

“It’s going to be like the eagle, pecking out Prometheus’s liver every day, only it’ll be me taunting you with Greek mythology facts.”

“Mythological facts, huh?” Melshi asks.

“I’m sorry,” Jyn says, leaning in close. “I have trouble hearing people who’ve never won bar trivia in their lives.”

“You’re right,” he replies, holding his hands up in defeat. “You got us there.”

“Next week,” Cassian says emphatically, “is going to be our week. I’m calling it.”

The pitying look Jyn gives him before she leaves their table does nothing to bolster his confidence—nor does it quell the spark of attraction he felt when he first saw her. He was really hoping the revelation that she’s Bodhi’s roommate might help with that, but no such luck. If anything, he likes her more now; Bodhi has always talked about Jyn in glowing terms and Cassian can see now that she lives up to her reputation.

He realizes only a little belatedly that he’s been watching her walk away, which feels like a bridge too far, and catches Melshi giving him an unimpressed look. He schools his expression into something overly innocent and Melshi snorts before returning his attention to his beer.

They hang around, replaying their demoralizing defeat for the tenth time and vowing (as always) to do better next time, until their drinks are finished and then everyone gets ready to leave. Melshi heads off for the train with a sardonic salute and Taidu and Bodhi head off in search of a cab, while Cassian lives close enough that he’s just going to walk home. He is already halfway out the door when he realizes he left his credit card at the bar.

He does a heel turn and heads back in, waiting at the least crowded corner of the bar until he can get someone’s attention. He’s seen a few people milling around behind the bar all night, but as far as he can tell Jyn is the only bartender on and she’s the only one there now, which means she’s busy, so he settles in to wait once he catches her eye and she gives him a nod to say she’ll be right with him.

“Sorry about that,” she says, when she finally makes her way over to him around five minutes later. “We’re short-staffed, as you know. I didn’t know Thursdays were this busy!”

“No problem,” Cassian says, signing his receipt and handing it back to her while he pockets his card. “I’ve got nowhere to be.”

Jyn drums her fingers on the bar as she considers him. “You should know,” she says, after obvious deliberation, “I only date people who win at bar trivia.”

He could not possibly have heard that correctly. “I…what?”

“I think it’s only fair that you know this about me, since you’re making your interest known.”

“I wasn’t—that’s not what—I wasn’t saying I’ve got nowhere to be like that, just that I wasn’t in a hurry! I was not trying to—”

“Sure.”

“I’m serious. It was just an expression!”

She treats him to the most exaggerated, patronizing nod of all time. “Right. And you were absolutely not checking me out earlier.”

“I was not doing that,” Cassian says, and it’s frankly embarrassing how transparent of a lie it is.

“I don’t blame you,” Jyn says, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m very cute.”

“Huh. Now that you mention it…”

She smiles, one of those mysterious, knowing ones he finds so intriguing. “Bodhi did always say he thought you and I would get along if we ever met.”

“Too bad you have such high standards,” he replies, easily. “I could think of a few ways we could get along better.”

“Well, there’s always next week,” she offers.

“You mean, next week when we’re going to win trivia and you’re going to give me your number? That next week?”

Jyn shakes her head, but he can see she’s fighting a smile. “I admire your optimism.”

“Get ready to admire my intellect too,” he says, “when I win bar trivia.”

“Whatever you say, Cassian.”

“So,” Cassian says, as he leans up against the bar a week later after trivia has wrapped up, “are you absolutely sure you couldn’t be talked into dating someone much much dumber than you?”

Jyn’s answering laugh, surprised and delighted and unrestrained, makes him feel so much prouder of himself than winning trivia ever could. Not that he knows for sure, of course, never having done the latter, but if he had to guess.

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mostthingskenobi · 4 months

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CASSIAN'S RECKONING - Chapter 17: The Absolution

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Both Jyn and Cassian carry a lot of pain and darkness… and they don't have to hide it from each other. Enjoy some meaningful fluff.

Just want to say thank you to the folks reading this fic <3 I hope you are enjoying it :)

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CHAPTER 17: THE ABSOLUTION

He could hear her screaming.

The sound echoed off the star destroyer’s sterile walls and glossy black floor with a brittleness that stripped Cassian’s nerves.

He ran after her, down corridors, up stairs, through vaults. But she always disappeared around the next corner, dragged away by growling death troopers.

“Jyn!” He shouted her name over and over, running as fast as his exhausted legs would carry him, sweat beading on his brow and soaking through his shirt.

Her screams changed from frightened to desperate before abruptly stopping all together. The silence was more tormenting than the screams. He forced himself to run faster; he couldn’t let the Empire hurt her.

Cassian rounded the next corner and entered a dark hall, the walls black, the lights red and low. He skidded to a stop. There, at the end, stood Tarkin, his posture like a razor’s edge, hands behind his back, jaw jutting upward in a proud smirk.

On the floor between the Grand Moff’s feet was Jyn’s twisted and broken body. Blood seeped across the durasteel in a black pool.

“Come closer,” Tarkin demanded softly.

Cassian obeyed, taking slow, unsteady steps. The closer he got, the more Jyn came into focus. He knelt down and pulled her into his arms. He tried to wipe the blood from her face, tried to rouse her, tried to stop the dark wave of fear that threatened to swallow him whole. “Jyn,” he said gently, his voice breaking. Tears fell from his lashes onto her cheeks as he realized she was dead.

“She told us everything she knew.” Tarkin leered. “Her blood is on your hands.”

A massive explosion suddenly shook the ship. Instinctively, Cassian protectively pulled Jyn tighter against him before turning on his knees to see what had happened. His breath froze in his lungs as he watched the star destroyer dissolved, replaced by a salty sea lapping on a sandy shoreline. The horizon blazed with a churning orange cloud that came racing forward across the water, consuming, burning, vaporizing everything in its path.

He clutched Jyn’s limp body against his chest, too weak to resist fate any longer, burying his face in her hair. He wanted to scream; instead, he squeezed his eyes shut until the flames devoured them…

…Cassian gasped and bolted up, promptly smacking his face against the over-hanging bulkhead. The blow dropped him hard and fast. Groaning, he clasped his aching forehead as the nightmare receded. He had known all along it was a dream; the unfolding scenes had never tricked him into believing they were real. But that didn’t make it any less disturbing.

Desperation, fear, exhaustion ran loops in his head.

And Jyn, her blood smeared across his hands, dead, empty, cold.

He shook himself, forcing the lingering discomfort away, and threw his legs over the side of his bunk before walking to the locker. Popping it open he gazed at his reflection in the mirror on the back of the door as he pulled on a shirt and pants. He looked more tired now than before he had gone to sleep. He gingerly prodded his face where he’d struck it on the bed; a bruise was already forming. “Good work,” he muttered sarcastically. He slammed the locker shut and went in search of food.

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Rogue Crew had started playing cards in the evenings right after Scarif. It had been a simple way to keep each other company on Yavin, to offer a safe place to escape the residual disquiet they each carried, a touchstone of normalcy. Cassian didn’t usually have the patience for games and he found cards particularly boring. But laughing with people he actually considered his friends was a rarity, so he had taken advantage of it as much as possible. He was grateful to revisit the tradition now aboard the Redemption.

The group had a box turned on its side for a table positioned between their racks. Jyn made space for Cassian to sit next to her on her bunk while everyone else dragged chairs around the box’s other edges. They played sabacc and sipped a cold, fermented ginger tea that Chirrut provided. For a few hours they were able to forget the Empire and war and death.

“What happened to your forehead?” Jyn asked as they played.

Cassian wasn’t embarrassed. Instead, he smiled. “I hit it on my rack.”

Bodhi winced.

“You must have a hard skull,” Baze said, totally serious.

Melshi, who occasionally joined the group and was present this evening, snorted into his glass.

“You’re lucky you didn’t kill yourself,” Bodhi said.

“Can you imagine? I survive prison, Scarif, and Tarkin only to kill myself getting out of bed.” It was the kind of dark humor they all shared.

They played until the hour grew late and only stopped when Cassian started yawning. The party broke ranks and, as he stood to leave, he caught Jyn’s eye. “You want to walk with me?” He felt Bodhi glance at them, listening in, so Cassian hurried to remove any inkling of something gossip-worthy. “I need you to bring me up to speed on the officers’ briefing I missed.”

“Sure. I’m heading up top,” Jyn said, rising to her feet. “I have to stop in the ready room to pick up orders.”

They moved through the rows of racks and maneuvered toward the corridor. “So, what did I miss?” Cassian asked.

“Nothing you don’t already know. The fleet is going to be in constant motion until a more permanent base can be found. They’ve been scouting locations for years, so there are some immediate possibilities. Brass is dispersing several teams tasked with making more comprehensive evaluations of these locations. We’ll be on standby until they return. No non-essential missions. Everyone is grounded until further notice.”

“Sounds boring and dangerous.”

“My thoughts exactly. When people get bored, they get sloppy.”

“Let’s just hope the Empire doesn’t find us.”

Jyn was suddenly uneasy. “The thought of the Empire attacking while we’re trapped on this ship terrifies me. We’d be sitting ducks; nowhere to run, no way to fight back.”

He realized she was talking about Rogue One and not the Alliance. For the first time possibly ever, she had a real sense of belonging and a found-family she wanted to protect. Cassian understood the alarm she felt; fear of loss had snapped at his heels his entire life.

“I used to think I was brave,” she carried on quietly, almost to herself, deep in thought. “But ever since Scarif, I feel like I’ve lost my nerve.”

“I don’t see that,” Cassian replied honestly.

“You don’t?”

“No. To me, you seem to have nerves of steel.”

“I wish I was more like you.”

That nearly stopped him in his tracks. “What do you mean?” he asked in disbelief.

“Every situation we’re in, you always seem to manage it. Nothing phases you, at least not for long. You have an uncanny ability to push on.”

Cassian suddenly felt very cold. “That’s what happens when you lose everything you’ve ever cared about,” he said darkly. “It changes your perspective on what’s tolerable.” He glanced at her. “You don’t think you’re like that? You’re not able to push on?”

She didn’t respond; her brain was sifting through a lifetime of memories.

“A woman who survived being abandoned, who lost her parents and her home; a woman who was cast out by Saw Gerrera only to end up being manipulated into helping the Alliance; a woman who risked her life to rescued a little girl in the Jedha streets and who climbed a burning-hot datatower to steal the Death Star plans?” He shook his head. “Jyn, you’re the strongest person I know.”

These observations meant more to her than Cassian would ever understand. Though she felt awkward accepting the compliment, she felt touched that he’d seen past what she showed on the surface. Even so, Jyn felt unworthy. “You didn’t see all the moments where I was weak, where I betrayed people to save my own skin.”

Their pace had slowed as they walked through the empty corridors.

He was quiet for so long Jyn worried she’d said the wrong thing, confessed too much, and now he was second guessing how he saw her. “We aren’t born strong,” he finally said quietly. “We’re made strong by our mistakes. Sometimes terrible things have to happen in order for us to find our potential.”

Cassian had told her a little about his past; she knew demons haunted them both. In her opinion, she had no right to judge people by their history, though she didn’t extend that courtesy to herself. Jyn knew what she was; a survivor, a rat. Cassian seemed ready to absolve her, but she wasn’t sure she could forgive herself yet. She’d been lost, walking a dark and lonely path, but seeing her father again, meeting Cassian and the rest of Rogue One, had righted her, had given her a light to follow in the storm. Galen Erso sacrificed himself for the greater good; Jyn wanted to be more like that and less like the tip of a spear that Saw Gerrera had made her.

“Strength isn’t the same as being brave,” she finally replied. “Fear brings out the worst in me. You never seem to be afraid. I wish I could be like that; I wish I was fearless.”

Cassian stopped walking and turned toward her. “I’m not fearless. I’m always afraid.” She looked up at him in disbelief. “Ever since I was a boy I’ve been afraid, but I don’t let fear keep me from taking action.”

They looked in each other’s eyes for a long time.

“I know you’re feeling a little exposed, a little unsafe; after everything that’s happened I’d expect nothing less. But that doesn’t mean you’re not brave,” he said. “I’ve never seen someone manage their fear like you.”

Jyn bit her lip and looked away. “There’s a moment I can’t get out of my head, where I pushed through, managed my fear. It’s a moment that made me hate myself.”

She didn’t elaborate so he asked, “When?”

“On Scarif. After you fell.” She curled in on herself, withdrawing from him. “I didn’t want to just leave you there.”

Cassian understood; being left behind, abandoned, discarded caused a pain in Jyn’s heart that might never be healed.

“You told me to keep going. I knew I had to. But I hated myself for it. Whether you were alive or dead, I was surrendering you to the Empire.”

“We had a job to do. We were fighting for something bigger than ourselves, something important.”

Her cheeks became hot, though she managed to remain composed. She looked up at him. “You’re important, Cassian.”

An expression flashed across his face that Jyn had never seen, something vulnerable and raw. She saw him catch his breath.

“Has no one ever told you that before?”

His eyes were fixed on her, his breathing heavy as he fought to control a sudden wave of emotion, his mouth turning down at the corners. Jyn had unknowingly hit a nerve. She stepped nearer and took hold of the front of his jacket.

“I’m nothing special,” he said, his voice dark and low.

“That isn’t true.”

He shrugged. “I’m just one person.”

Her grip constricted and she pulled him closer. “You are important. To the Rebellion, to Rogue Squad… to me.”

His gaze tightened, as though he were receiving kindness for the first time in his life and the experience was so overdue it pained him.

Jyn suddenly understood; he truly believed he was expendable because no one had ever told him otherwise. She cupped his face in her hands. “You’ve given so much of yourself. We all use you; we all take from your strength. It isn’t fair.” He gripped her wrists and leaned into her touch, needing the comfort. “You might tell yourself that you have nothing left to lose, so there’s no harm in risking your life for the cause. But I think it’s the opposite. You know the pain of loss so intimately that you sacrifice everything in the hopes of giving others the safety you never had.” His breathing had become shuddering rasps as her words cut through every piece of emotional armor he wore. “I’m proud of you, Cassian.”

He stiffened, fighting back feelings that threatened to overwhelm him.

Maarva’s final words rang in his ears, delivered to him in a dark sewer by his best friend Brasso, words layered with the forgiveness and absolution only a mother’s love could offer. Tell him, none of this is his fault. It was already burning, he’s just the first spark of the fire. Tell him, he knows everything he needs to know and feels everything he needs to feel. And when the day comes and those two pull together, he will be an unstoppable force for good. Tell him, I love him more than anything he could ever do wrong.

He had always lived by his own code. But the Empire’s never-ending ruthlessness had hardened Cassian over the years. Jyn had unwittingly made him look at himself with fresh eyes. At first, he hadn’t liked what he discovered. But, in a short period of time, she had reignited his sense of self, unintentionally reconnected him with who he wished he could be without the Empire looming over all existence. Cassian wanted to be strong without being brutal. He wanted to be brave without being callous. He wanted to thrive without desperation. If Jyn was proud of him, perhaps that meant he had begun achieving these small victories. They hadn’t known each other long, but she always made him feel seen, like he existed with more intensity now that she was in his life.

Cassian wrapped his arms around Jyn, pulling her body against him, his hands pressed across her back. All he wanted was to hold her, to feel safe, to disappear into a reality where Scarif and Tarkin and IT-O droids didn’t exist. Jyn responded instantly to his touch, pressing her cheek against his, almost sighing with relief as her arms went around his neck. He closed his eyes and thought, I love you more than anything you could ever do wrong.

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NEXT CHAPTER IS CALLED “THE REACH” - Perhaps it's a proximity trope…but I don't care. It's my story and I can do what I want :) You're welcome.

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READ CHAPTER 1 “The Razor”

READ CHAPTER 2 “The Scythe”

READ CHAPTER 3 “The Cold”

READ CHAPTER 4 “The Expendable”

READ CHAPTER 5 “The Truth”

READ CHAPTER 6 “The Detritus”

READ CHAPTER 7 “The Salt”

READ CHAPTER 8 “The Power”

READ CHAPTER 9 “The Betrayal”

REACH CHAPTER 10 “The Ruse”

READ CHAPTER 11 “The Reprieve”

READ CHAPTER 12 “The Ghosts”

READ CHAPTER 13 “The Redemption”

READ CHAPTER 14 “The Spoils”

READ CHAPTER 15 “The Interrogation”

READ CHAPTER 16 “The Rogues”

READ CHAPTER 17 "The Absolution"

READ CHAPTER 18 “The Reach”

READ CHAPTER 19 “The Hologram”

READ CHAPTER 20 “The Divide”

READ CHAPTER 21 “The Cost”

READ CHAPTER 22 “The Fallout”

READ CHAPTER 23 “The Wounds”

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biggestsimponhere · 10 months

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Cant wink - Cassian andor x reader, I don’t know what this is truly, i saw someone request it under a post i got tagged in except they made the comment in 2018 so this is for you, @dude-watchin-with-the-brontes , thank you for tagging me in that post ♥️ @hoeforevery1 , Gif from: @definitelyoneoftheguys

A/n - A little ooc cass at least i’m not sure if it’s really i’m character or not. Just enjoy it

When you’d entered the fresher shortly before lunch to find Cass looking in the mirror and blinking strangely you figured he had something in his eye. You didn’t mention it cause it didn’t seem worth mentioning so you just went about your day. When you’d caught him doing it a second time you assumed he must not have gotten it out of his eye. You didn’t know what he was trying to do until you all were sat trying to eat in the canteen.

He had attempted to wink following a flirtatious joke at you. Which he had failed the wink miserably. He had started eating a cookie before his lunch and you pointed it out. “Dessert before lunch is unusual for you cass” You said skeptically. “I know something else i could have for dessert before lunch” He commented before blinking strangely. You looked at him for a solid thirty seconds before bursting out laughing. In between breaths you spoke “Cass, did you just try to wink at me” you laughed breathing in heavily. Jyn laughed too. “Is that what you’ve been doing all day, i thought you had something in your eye” She said hitting him on the shoulder.

You continued laughing as you agreed with jyn. “If you’re just gonna make fun of me, i’ll leave” Cassian said pouting slightly. “I’m sorry honey, i just assumed with the fact that you’re such a good spy that you would know how to wink” You said taking his hand in yours. It only took a minute for everyone to start laughing again. “I can’t believe you can’t wink” Bodhi said snickering. “Alright i’m done” He said getting up and walking out of the canteen. You noticed he’d left his food so you slid your food onto his tray and then headed towards the kitchen.

Quickly asking if you could take the tray and the dishes the staff agreed as long as you promised to bring it back (you usually do). So you left the canteen with the tray and went off in search of Cassian. He was right where you expected him to be. Sat on his bed absentmindedly drawing on the spare pieces of paper. “Cass” You said drawing out his name as you say by him. “I brought your lunch… and the rest of mine” You continued as you settled in next to him. He leaned in closer to your touch but otherwise didn’t say anything. “I’m sorry” You said quietly. He shook his head “No, no, it’s silly, you don’t have to apologize” He said rushing it out.

“Cass, it clearly affected you so i do have to apologize and i am sorry, if i knew it was gonna hurt you like that i wouldn’t have done it” You said leaning into him while wrapping an arm around him. He smiled and leaned into you. The two of you just sat together before he pointed out that the food was getting cold. You ate together before he stopped and looked at you. He stared at you a few seconds before you spoke up. “Yes cass?” He looked down and then back up quickly. “Will you help me learn how to wink?” He said fast as if the words wouldn’t come out any other way. “I can definitely try” You said brushing the hair off his forehead.

The rest of your time before dinner was spent laughing together as you attempted to wink at each other with his blushing and you actually winking while he continued to blink strangely. He’ll get it eventually.

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roguesones · 9 months

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HOLD ME LIKE A GRUDGE - CHAPTER SIX

by k2cassian Pairing: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Fandom: Rogue One

Chapter SIX Summary:

"Why did you leave that night?" She asked quietly. Guess she was starting this, then.

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quarantineddreamer · 1 year

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This came to me last night (after a few drinks at a holiday party) and I typed it out before going to sleep. Not at all the first fic I planned on posting for this ship, but it’ll be another week or so before my Andor AU is ready for posting and I was in the mood for some indulging, trope-filled fun ♡

*Post- Scarif, Featuring: a rebel party, jealous Jyn, many just enough drinks, bestie Bohdi, and a nice closet for a kiss (thank you, closet)

A Winter's Night on Yavin 4

The Rebel Alliance was celebrating the arrival of winter. Or at least, the closest to a proper winter Yavin 4 ever got -marked by a month of cooler, slightly less sticky evenings and maybe a weeks’ worth of bracing winds. In truth, it was just the rebels seizing any opportunity for a celebration.

And Jyn had to admit, the rebels really could throw quite the party.

This evening, the hangar was practically unrecognizable, lanterns were strung up everywhere —dangling from the ceiling, hung off the nose of an x-wing, strung between towers of crates- even LMTR-20 had a bright golden light adorning its hull. The base looked like a galaxy, gleaming with starlight.

But the romanticism of the scene was waning for Jyn, who sat atop a crate taking strong swallows of her third drink of the evening, her eyes fixed on a certain Captain Andor and his new ‘friend’.

The friend was a blonde woman with dazzling blue eyes and a pretty face. Scarily perfect, really —no bruises or scars or anything, a rarity for a rebel. She had long, slender legs that gave her the perfect angle to look right into Andor’s eyes -no neck craning needed- and much to Jyn’s irritation, was taking full advantage of that fact presently. Jyn watched, as the beautiful woman stepped closer to Cassian with a smile.

Jyn finished her drink in one go, the liquor burning her throat and setting her cheeks aflame. She wished she’d just brought a whole bottle up here with her. Walking all the way to the table where the drinks were being poured would take too long. She needed something to wipe this strange, wrenching feeling from her gut now.

“Jyn? Are you seriously ignoring me? Jyn!”

She wasn’t sure just how long Bodhi had been standing there trying to talk to her. She swiped his cup from his hand and drained it.

“Hey!” the pilot protested. “What’s the deal with you tonight? It’s a party and you look like you’ve stepped in bantha shit.”

“I’m fine,” Jyn snapped. But Cassian was laughing at something the woman had said and her hands instinctively curled into tight fists, her throat seemed suddenly tight.

“Very convincing.”

“Leave me alone, Bodhi.”

He sat down beside her and pulled a flask from the pocket of his vest.

This time, Jyn waited for an offer before partaking. Luckily, her friend was generous and held the container out to her. “Thanks,” she muttered.

“Jyn…”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Bodhi.” There’s nothing to talk about.

“Kind of seems like you should though…”

Cassian was leaning against the leg of a ship. He’d never admit it to anyone, but Jyn knew he tended to do that when his back was bothering him –lean against whatever was closest. He’d even used Jyn once or twice, though Jyn was certain she didn’t make for much support given her height.

Of course, maybe now he was just trying to position himself closer to the woman with the flawless skin and gentle smile.

Jyn took another sip from the flask. “Any idea who that is?” she asked, pointing in the blonde’s direction, and trying to sound casual.

Bodhi followed her hand. “Talking to Cassian? No idea. New recruit, maybe?” He glanced at her. “Why do you ask?”

“Just seems like they’re really hitting it off,” Jyn mumbled.

Bodhi looked again and shrugged. “If you say so.”

Not that I care, thought Jyn. Or at least, she thought that she shouldn’t care. There had been something that changed between them since Scarif, but she had been pretty sure it was a fluke. Feelings brought on my impending doom that would fade with time.

Sure, she’d felt closer to Cassian since then. Found that she enjoyed getting to work alongside him and get to know him more, yeah. But he certainly hadn’t ever given her indication there was anything else to think about between them, so why was she so bothered by who he spent his time with at a holiday party?

“Have you said hi to him yet tonight?” Bodhi asked her.

She’d been about to, but then she’d seen how close he was standing to this woman, and she’d walked away, not wanting to interrupt. Gone to find a drink. And apparently, a place to spy. “No. We see each other all the time. It’s not a big deal.” There was a weight on her chest, she fidgeted but the movement did nothing to shake the irritating sensation. Why did I walk away?

“I’m sure he’s been looking for you...”

Jyn scoffed. “Doesn’t look like it to me.”

“I know you can’t be this stupid.”

Jyn turned to her friend, gaping. “Excuse me?”

“You’re going to tell me you don’t notice how he looks at you? How you look at him?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Okay, sure,” Bodhi rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say… “

She took another less forceful swig from Bodhi’s flask. Sat in the quiet for a minute, contemplating. “We’re just friends,” she told the pilot, but it sounded like a question more than a statement.

Bodhi nodded, but he was watching Cassian and the unnamed woman now too. “Is that what you want?” he asked.

She opened her mouth to say ‘Yes’ but the word never made it past her lips. Her eyes wandered to Cassian again. Everyone had on their best, least-singed, torn, and or oil, dirt, or blood-stained clothes tonight, including him. His beard looked freshly trimmed, his hair neatly combed. It wasn’t the Cassian she was used to seeing, but it was still Cassian, and she found herself lost in that fact. Found herself wanting to know what he was saying in this instant, wanting to hear the comforting sound of his voice. It didn’t really matter what he was saying, it didn’t really matter if he was in clean clothes, or in a state of complete disarray –she wanted him.

The man who she’d embraced at the end of the world. And she realized, with a start, if she had to do it all over again, she wouldn’t change a thing. It wasn’t that she wanted him in danger with her –she never wanted him in danger at all. It was just that, for someone who had grown so accustomed to being alone, she felt an odd sense of loneliness imagining being without him. They’d been given the seemingly impossible: life, a second chance. Yet here she was letting minutes, days, months pass by without trying.

Bodhi risked injury to put his arm around her and give her shoulders an affectionate squeeze. She grumbled at the touch, but turned to him with a slight smile all the same. “Thanks for sharing your booze with me,” she murmured.

“I didn’t think I had a choice,” he laughed.

“That would be correct.”

Bodhi nudged her and tilted his head in the direction of Cassian and the blonde. “I think we’ve been caught,” he said quietly.

The captain was looking their way and for a moment Jyn thought she caught an odd look on his face, but it quickly passed, his eyes returning to the woman in front of him. Jyn flushed with embarrassment. He was probably wondering what the hell she and Bodhi were doing watching him like a couple of creeps.

The woman was saying something into Cassian’s ear now, her lips turning at the corners with mischief that turned Jyn’s muscles to stone and turned the alcohol in her belly to acid.

She figured she had two choices: 1) Disrupt whatever was about to happen over there and most likely make a fool of herself in the process or 2) Leave it be, and be tortured wondering what might happen the rest of the night, tortured by the prospect that Cassian would be with someone else, and that she would be all alone –even in a room full of people, even with Bodhi sitting next to her. It didn’t matter, she wanted him by her side. Always, if given the choice between anyone in the galaxy, it was him that she would choose to face anything, even the end of the world, with.

Shit.

“What?”

Did I say that out loud? “Shit,” she said again.

“Jyn?”

For the second time that night, she stole the flask from Bodhi and let the alcohol spill into her blood, setting fire to her veins, and igniting what she hoped would be some courage. “There’s something I’ve got to do,” she muttered.

Despite the efforts she had taken to fortify her nerves, Jyn found her heart was as unsteady as her legs when she pushed herself from the crate to the ground. Her cheeks burned as she began walking across the hangar towards him, her entire body buzzed with an energy she felt certain could send an entire fleet into hyperdrive.

Scarif had been scary. It had required no small amount of courage. Yet what she was about to do seemed a hundred times more terrifying. She’d rather be facing an entire troop of Imps than doing this. But her feet continued to carry her forward.

She didn’t stop when she reached Cassian, instead, her hand flew to the front of his shirt and tangled in the fabric. “I need to talk to you,” she said in a rush, barely certain the words were even properly formed.

“O-” she pulled him after her without waiting for a reply, “kay. Um, Jyn, slow down, what’s the rush?”

She didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, couldn’t stop now or she’d lose face and send Cassian back to the blonde whose glare she felt burning into her spine. She stopped only once –hand still firmly holding the front of the captain’s shirt- to scan for someplace private to…well, she wasn’t sure what exactly to yet, but she knew she wasn’t going to have the guts to do it in front of the entire Rebel Alliance. Her eyes flew to the closest door in sight and dragged Cassian towards it.

The door opened and she pulled him in after her. The door shut behind them and she found her back pressed against a supply shelf, her chest just under an arm’s length away from Cassian’s.

She stared at her hand, still holding a fistful of his shirt. She could smell whatever soap he had scrumaged up to clean it, could feel the warmth of his body against her knuckles.

Okay, what are you going to do now you idiot? Jyn asked herself, but she realized she’d done the one thing a good soldier should never do. Walked into battle without a plan or even an exit strategy.

“Jyn, what’s wrong?” Cassian asked softly, his breath stirring the hair on her forehead.

She couldn’t bring herself to tear her eyes away from her hand at his chest, but she sensed him looking down at her, waiting for an answer. He would’ve been able to be eye-to-eye with blondie, a small voice inside Jyn prodded, and panic flashed through her. What am I doing? I’m going to mess everything up!

“Hey,” Cassian’s finger came under her chin, tilting it gently upwards.

Even in the dim, gray light of the closet she could see the concern in his eyes, the confusion lending a slight furrow to his brow. The care. He cared about her. Did he know that was mutual? That she would always be checking to make sure he was alright, that she would do anything to keep him safe.

“I wanted to…” to tell you that I have feelings for you. To… She met his eyes and they steadied her, made the world feel right again.

She lifted herself onto her toes, pulled him towards her, and planted a firm kiss on his lips before she could lose her courage again, then she shoved him away, releasing the front of his shirt at last, letting her hands fall away and putting as much space between them as possible considering they were in a supply closet.

Cassian stared at her, frozen and breathless, “What are you doing?”

Jyn felt her heart fall through her stomach to the floor, probably hurtling past that to the core of the planet. Her eyes shot to her feet in shame. She knew that was a mistake, what had she been thinking? She was never going to touch a drop of alcohol again…

Suddenly Cassian’s hands were on either side of her face, his thumbs against her cheeks. Before she fully knew what was happening his lips were on hers again, warm and eager. He held her head in place with an unexpected desperation, unwilling to let her pull away again.

But pulling away was the last thing Jyn wanted to do. She reached to run her fingers across his shoulders, pressing into the muscle in a way that earned her a low moan against her mouth, sending a shiver down her spine and a rush of warmth to her stomach.

Her hands wandered upwards to tangle in his hair. His arms wrapped around her and Jyn stumbled backwards, hitting the supply shelf and sending packets of meds and rations flying to the floor.

Neither of them seemed to notice.

The world was gone and all that existed was his touch, the press of his body against hers, the scratch of his beard on her skin, the warmth of his lips and the bruising force with which they met hers.

When they finally came up for air, Jyn felt as though every part of her were vibrating. Cassian pressed his forehead to hers, and for a moment all that could be heard was their own ragged breathing and the echo of their heartbeats pounding in their ears.

“I was beginning to think that was never going to happen,” Cassian gasped, lifting his eyes to hers with a small, almost-shy smile that lit embers in Jyn’s core.

She shook her head against his. “That girl tonight, I thought…”

Cassian laughed and Jyn could feel his stomach shaking with the sound. “Are you serious?”

Jyn frowned indignantly. “Yes! I don’t see what’s so funny here.” She squirmed, but he just tightened his hold at her waist.

“I saw Bodhi try to make a move on you.”

“You’re a fool,” Jyn shoved against his forehead. “We were talking about-.”

He cut off her words with a deep, lasting kiss that swept every thought from Jyn’s mind with a wave of pleasure. “Can we just agree this should’ve happened a long time ago?” he sighed when they broke away.

“Agree?” she hummed in consideration. “Doesn’t sound like us.”

Cassian groaned, but when she ran her hand across his cheek he leaned naturally into her palm, closing his eyes in content.

“Can we agree to keep doing this?” Jyn whispered.

Cassian opened his eyes, drinking her in like a man who had been waiting a lifetime just to see her face. “I’m not about to waste anymore time,” he murmured, leaning forward to capture her lips with his own again.

They never did return to the party.

But Jyn thought it was the warmest a winter's night had ever seemed.

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