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Summary:
"You can have your words," Jyn says. "I'll take action."
Jyn and Chirrut have a frought conversation, and both make some changes in their relationships.
"Let me know if you find a way to do both," she says, and tries to pretend she isn't pleading.
Sample:
...It's 0100 base time, and Jyn is going to kill Cassian Andor next time she sees him, because if she doesn't she'll have to kiss him. Lieutenant Andor—because you don't get to go rogue without getting busted down a rank at the very least—just returned from his second field mission since Scarif, and he did it with three of his spinal implants knocked out of alignment and his left fibula practically shattered. But he's back. He's alive.
Jyn has spent over a year holding herself back from Cassian—not because she doesn't think he'd return her feelings, but because she's almost certain he does. The thing that's burned between them since Scarif frightens her. It's a sun, keeping her warm and lighting the way forward when her doubts try to drag her back into the dark. But she can't get too close, or she'll fall into its gravity and burn. Jyn already cares too much about too many people. She's made her peace with that, because as it turns out, when the fight is your choice, you need people who remind you why you keep choosing it. But her and Cassian…
It's too much, this thing trying to spark between them and only them. Chirrut and Baze and Bodhi and Cassian and Jyn, that she can handle. Just Cassian and Jyn? It's too intense, too focused. Too intimate.
If she goes to medbay, she knows she won't be able to stop herself from falling into his gravity....
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@wallofville asked: rebelcaptain superhero AU moodboard
Jyn Erso is a superhero sent to Earth by her parents after the destruction of their home planet and ends up being raised by Saw Gerrera. As an adult, she balances a double life protecting the city, under the name Stardust, and being a journalist at the Daily Planet.
Cassian Andor, also a journalist at The Daily Planet, is intrigued by the identity of Stardust, after the mysterious superhero saved his life, unaware that the superhero is actually his colleague Jyn Gerrera, with whom he’s falling in love.
(Or a Superman!AU where Jyn is Clark and Cassian is Lois)
Cassian abruptly realized he’d been just sitting agape, watching her like some sort of love-drunk idiot, and quickly forced himself to look away- before he remembered that he was supposed to look like a love-drunk idiot right now. So he let himself look back, but he wasn’t going to let himself enjoy it. He couldn’t, not like this.
Ugh. While his lizard-brain was having the time of its life tonight in more ways than one, whatever was left of Cassian’s higher reason absolutely couldn’t wait for this mission to be over.
With back-to-back meetings and appointments leaving them booked and busy for the entire day, this one-hour stretch is the only time Jyn will see Cassian before they go to bed tonight. And, as practicality is in her nature, she takes advantage of everyone’s focus being elsewhere and says what’s been on her mind all morning.
“Your back’s hurting, isn’t it.”Â
It’s not a question. Jyn’s lips barely move when she speaks, voice quiet underneath the drone of Draven’s voice as he briefs the room, but she knows that Cassian’s heard her when he glances at her out of the corner of his gaze. With their position in the back of the room, up against the wall and half-cloaked in shadows, they’re barely noticeable; for the most part, everyone’s attention is on Draven as he goes through details of one of their upcoming missions.Â
What’s the point in shoving too many people in a too small room just to reiterate the same facts that they’d all read on the digital file anyway? It’s some sort of cosmic punishment, she decides sourly, having to stare at Draven’s face longer than what’s healthy. Her mind wanders to other topics easily, focusing on what’s been on the forefront of her brain the past few hours: Cassian’s health.Â
Even though it’s been a few years since Scarif, it’d left lasting marks on both of them.Â
When he doesn’t give her a better reaction – or anything at all, really, considering that his focus is already back on Draven – she sways slightly so her shoulder nudges against his upper arm, then says, “You’re leaning up against the wall.”Â
Where he’d normally be standing up straight, his posture is slouched ever so slightly to take some strain off of his spine. (She’s one to talk – the way she’s positioned with her arms crossed over her chest and shoulders hunched forward makes her look more like a question mark than a person.)Â
She almost feels bad for saying anything at all when he straightens his shoulders, until –Â
“The way you’re standing tells me your hip is sore.”Â
It comes out of nowhere, just as she’s trying to think of something else to say to distract him (and herself). She bites the inside of her cheek to try and school her reaction, but she still turns her head to glare at him. To make matters worse, he isn’t even looking at her. The perfect picture of discipline and obedience.Â
Fair play.
Because she had to dig in deeper, he doesn’t let her go with just a single comment. “All your weight’s balanced on one leg.”Â
And it’s even worse when he’s right. Scowling, she subtly shifts her posture so it’s more evenly dispersed, just out of spite. The pain in her hip flares as she does so, and she clenches her jaw as she pushes through it.Â
Cassian’s arm brushes against hers as he says softly, “Don’t bother. No one’s paying any attention.”
Though she considers not moving just to make a point, she moves back to the loose, slouchy way she’d been standing earlier. Yet she lingers closer to Cassian, eliminating the space between them: arm against arm, leg against leg.Â
“That applies to you, too, Major.”Â
Jyn feels his exhale rather than hears it, a look of consternation passing over her face when he doesn’t relax like she had. “Cassian. . .”Â
“I know, I know,” he mutters – yet does nothing. If anything, his posture gets even more rigid. Â
Stubborn bastard. Good thing she is, too. With a roll of her eyes, she immediately locks up her joints, full weight on her bad leg and standing so ramrod straight it’s like someone shocked her with a stun prod.Â
Cassian inhales sharply like someone has shocked him with a stun prod. She takes a good amount of satisfaction from that, fully intending to play this silly little waiting game until he finally fucking gives in and relaxes.Â
“Jyn,” he hisses under his breath.Â
“Cassian,” she hisses right back, moving in to nudge him gently with her shoulder in an attempt to shake him off his balance and–
“ – and Captain Erso will be leading the second strike team.”Â
At the sound of her name, Jyn’s head snaps up; Draven’s looking right at her as he says it, like a school teacher chastising a misbehaving student. She waits, wondering if he’ll call her out on it – she wouldn’t put it past him –Â
After a pause, he continues on without interruption; huffing out a breath, she tucks her chin into her chest and glares, feeling not unlike a chastened schoolchild.Â
At her side, Cassian snickers quietly. “Seems like Captain Erso needs to be paying more attention.”Â
She pinches his ribs in retaliation. “So that’s what gets your rocks off,” she hisses. “Me getting in trouble.”Â
He doesn’t deny it, so she tacks on, “Sadist.”Â
“Funny,” he says on an exhale, amused. “You said something similar last night.”Â
Memories of the previous night come rushing back at his comment – how he’d kept her teetering on the edge for what felt like hours, leaving her cursing in every language she could think of while he’d smiled into her thigh and told her that patience was a virtue.Â
The way her ears redden at the recollection must be visible even in the dim lighting of the briefing room by the way Cassian’s grin tugs even further upward, so she pinches him again, right in the same spot.Â
But now that he’s got her mind on it – and pushing back the ever-growing urge to jump his bones here and now, briefing be damned – last night’s activities are probably the reason both of them are sore today. They’re not as young (and uninjured) a few years ago, and especially not like they had been before Scarif. It likely hadn’t been a good idea to wrangle her leg up over his shoulders as he’d nearly bent her in half, but – well. In the moment, it’d been worth it.Â
For the remainder of the briefing, she does her best to remain focused, but it’s a futile battle. Though it’s not like she pays much attention to these sorts of things anyway, Cassian’s thoroughly distracted her enough that there’s no chance in hell she’ll retain anything useful. After a painfully long time spent fidgeting and sighing – much to her partner’s stoic amusement – Draven finally finished his tirade.Â
Had this not been the only time she’d see Cassian all day, she would have bolted out of there.Â
As everyone begins to filter out of the room, they linger. Not too long to be suspicious, but she busies herself with her data pad as if there’s something relevant on it, if only to spend a few more seconds at his side.Â
Cassian seems to feel the same, a scrap of flimsi in his hand, even if all of his attention is on her. “See you later?”Â
Jyn snorts good-naturedly. “You’re that desperate for me, huh.”Â
His mouth twitches upward.Â
“Fine,” she drags the word out, as if they don’t sleep in the same bed every night. As much as she tries to keep her expression neutral, she can’t quite manage it. “I’ll swing by the mess on my way over. We can have a picnic.”Â
As they part, their hands brush, pinkies curling around each other for an extra second as they leave the room together. A fleeting moment of warmth that cuts through the chilling cold of Hoth.
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Rebelcaptain + W for the minific game if you’re feeling it! 💚
W. Waiting impatiently for something.
I wanted some fluff, so here you are!
Send me a prompt for my staycation!
The Pickup
"What is with you today?" Jyn asked as Cassian hit the gas through a yellow. She yanked her work badge off and tossed it down by her feet. She'd have to put it back on in twelve hours, but that was a twelve hours from now problem.
"Nothing," he said. "Listen, is it all right if we swing by the airport? I promised someone I'd give them a ride into town."
The big box store where they both worked was close enough to the airport that they got the request all the time. So Jyn said, "Yeah, fine, as long as I can get chicken nuggets on the way home."
"Deal."
She sighed and slouched into the passenger seat. Digging out her phone, she checked texts. Nothing from Bodhi.
She was supposed to be driving up to spend the long weekend with her foster brother, on leave from the Air Force. But then her car had crapped out, and she'd had to pick up extra hours at work in order to get it fixed. And of course all the best extra hours, with the holiday pay and everything, had been over this weekend.
It was fine, she told herself. It wasn't the end of the world.
It was just that she hadn't seen Bodhi outside of a Facetime call for months.
I Was Gonna Die Young (now I gotta wait for you, honey)
For Rebelcaptain May the Fourth celebration! Day Three: Reunion
I went back and forth about how much of Andor canon to include. But once I knew I was including a particular character, I felt like I had to stick to the rest - up to a certain point.
The song this comes from (Die Young by Sylvan Esso) came up randomly on my Tidal playlist, and it grabbed me by the throat and screamed "REBELCAP" in my face. I mean. What else could I do?
I Was Gonna Die Young (now I gotta wait for you, honey)
"Joreth Sward, as I live and breathe," the governor of the Dishita system boomed. "Where have you been hiding yourself?"
Sward lifted his drink, smiling broadly. "Serving the Empire, my friend, serving the Empire! What else? How have you been?"
"Stuck out here in the back of beyond, as you see." The governor made a face. "Hanging off the edge of civilization."
"You seem to be doing all right," Sward said, of a ballroom that was bigger than the house he'd grown up in, situated at the edge of a city that was also bigger than the one he'd grown up in.
"My wife has done what she could," the governor said apologetically.
The wife in question smiled tightly and said, "Joreth, you dear man, are you quite all right?" She gestured at the cane that he used to steady himself.
"I'm no worse than usual, ma'am," he said. "This is old news with me, I'm afraid. A speeder crash, about three years ago."
"I did hear something about that," she said. "How dreadful!"
He nodded. "Shattered my spine, and the doctors are still poking at it from time to time."
"Can I get you a chair?" the wife asked, all solicitous hostess. She snapped her fingers at a server. "A chair! Right now. Are you blind?"
He held up his free hand. "Oh, ma'am, I don't want to be trapped in a chair for your whole party. I'll be quite all right if I keep moving and don't give my muscles the chance to seize up."
She waved the server away and slipped her arm into his free elbow, starting them off on a slow circuit of the ballroom. He didn't resist, as a circuit suited his needs quite well. "Well, then, you must tell us the latest news from the mid-rim."
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