summary: Jyn is not beefing with a baby. She is having a perfectly normal reaction to her friend's baby. Her parental trauma is not a factor.

several months ago a silly meme was posted by @rogueonememes and i was inspired. featuring jyn erso & shara bey friendship, established rebelcaptain, and conversations about children and parents. rating/word count: t / 6621

Jyn Erso is absolutely not beefing with an infant.  She is happy for Shara, she is glad to see the way the woman’s face lights up and laughs as baby Poe squirms in her arms. Shara and Kes are obsessed with their son, and they love sharing him with others, so Jyn has been around him often already, even if she tends to keep her distance. She’s not avoiding her turn holding the baby, it just hasn’t come up yet. Like it’s a task to check off her to-do list. Other things take priority.  She’s not the only one. She hasn’t seen Cassian hold him either. It means if she noticed, he’s definitely noticed it on her end, but he hasn’t brought it up. He has a tendency to push her to talk, and she hates it about half the time, but he’s also allergic to talking in his own way, so whatever this strange solidarity is, she’ll take it for now. Because she’s not mad at a kriffing baby. He’s just a baby. Jyn likes babies well enough, even if she’s a little awkward around them. Sometimes she finds kids easier to talk to than adults, but mostly because she talks to them just like adults always talked to her, and she turned out fine, thank you very much Bodhi. Bodhi disagrees. Cassian does not. They outvoted him, and he threw his hands up in exasperation.

"That's flattering, I suppose." The redhead replies while looking at the rose, the taller man had brought.

"Well, I hope you'll accept the compliment and my heart~My lady~" he says and adds,"I'm Dazai, Dazai Osamu!" While stretching out his free hand cheerfully.

The redhead snorts a little at the word 'my lady'. "I'm not a lady." He says, chuckling and taking brunnet's hand, adds "The name's Nakahara, Nakahara Chuuya. But please call me Chuuya." Amused.

Dazai's brain had stopped due to shock. What the hell was he thinking? It was obvious Chuuya was a boy, even though he had quite a feminine structure, that is if you look closely, and Dazai has been looking at Chuuya for a year.

Back of him, his friends, Ranpo and Yosano, were snickering and chuckling, trying to smother their laughs but failing miserably. In front of him, Chuuya's friends, Shirase and Yuan, were chuckling too. Dazai was having a hard time processing the information.

"Ah. I knew that!" He adds, quite hastily.

Chuuya snickers and says, "Oh? So you admit I'm pretty attractive, or was that a joke?" With a smirk.

"Oh, please." Dazai replied while rolling his eyes. "You're just flattering yourself. Of course, that was a joke! I'd never date a man and especially not a man as short as you." Dazai lies pretty easily.

At that Chuuya retorts. "Fuck you! I ain't that funking short! I'm average." He adds the last line quite hesitantly.

At this reaction, Dazai can't help but smirk. "Oh? But you as short as a plankton. I think I'll need magnifying glasses to see you." Dazai snorts. Chuuya's friends couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Chuuya ears and cheeks become a little red due to anger and embarrassment. He furrows his brow with irritation.

"Hey bud!" He starts talking, grinding his teeth. "I'll let you go with a warning. Don't call me short, or else I'll beat the living shit out of you!" He says threateningly.

Dazai snorts and starts talking. "Sure, chibi sure, you can't even -" He was cut short with Chuuya's fist landing on his fist within his gut. It was quite painful. Dazai seriously hadn't counted this one bit. He groans with pain. "Oww."

"Do that again, I'll make sure the next time I do, I'll aim for the face." Chuuya says with a grin plastered on his face. He turns and leaves with his friends laughing and snickering, leaving the hurt Dazai groaning in pain.

That was their first interaction. But certainly not their last.

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Dazai Osamu is an odd character to many. He's a 22 year old, tall brunette, a student in a college with odd features.

Firstly, he wears bandages almost all over his body, ALWAYS. He prefers not to be called by his birth name, which is odd, even when if it is his friends calling him that. He gives them a cold look and requests them not to call him that.

But despite that, he's a very cheerful person, which would've been nice if he didn't talk about suicide and death alarmingly. He's also that kind of person who is very laid-back, chill, and annoying.

Right now, he's in his second year with his friends Edogawa Ranpo and Yosano Akiko. How did they meet? Dazai is one of the top 3 in his first year and even helps his seniors with their studies, too. This had caught the eye of Ranpo, Dazai's senior, since he's the top 1 in the whole campus. He thought it would've been nice to meet someone with high intellect because he knows that Dazai isn't top 3 just because he studies hard. Yosano was already Ranpo's friend the time Dazai met them.

It has been a year since he joined the institute, and it has been well and good. Until a redhead showed up a month later. Somehow, he had gotten the brunnet's eye and has been eyeing him for a year. Until Ranpo pointed it out to do it as a dare.

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Chuuya joined a month late at the institution. He's a redhead with temperamental issues. His eyes are bright blue. And he's short, shorter than an average man. His facial and bodily features are quite feminine at first. But soon enough, it is obvious that he's a male.

His attire is very odd to Dazai. He wears a simple white t-shirt with a leather jacket over it. The pants he wears are also leather. He wears a choker and a very tacky hat, which Dazai says,'it makes him look like a slug with a bad fashion sense'.

His friends, Shirase and Yuan, are from the same year. He'd been with them for seven years now. They're from a group named 'the sheep' which Shirase formed. Of course, there were other members too, but they have gone to other institutions, they keep in touch though.

Although Chuuya is temperamental, he's a very genuine and caring person. He loves animals and nature and is humble. Even though at first he gives the 'bad boy, no else matters other than me', impression.

He also had been in the institute for a year like Dazai and had just started the second year. Until the whole confession thing. Somehow, Dazai had also caught his eye long before this, when he had never officially met before.

summary: Among all the bodily modification gifts Scarif left her with, Jyn needs her hair fixed and cut. The new part for her is allowing someone else to get in close enough to do it. written for rebelcaptain month week one, as hosted by @rebelcptain !specifically meshing the prompts: AUs - Post-Scarif AU and the word prompts - Scars | Trust | Touch

rating/word count: t / 4236

Cassian walks with a small limp now. It’s barely perceptible. Jyn’s not sure anyone else has noticed. There’s a certain newfound straightness in his posture, like he’s afraid to move too fast. His face is remarkably clear of wounds, save a bandage across his eyebrow. She hadn’t even asked about it before he reported to her it wouldn’t leave a lasting mark, and she just nodded.  She kind of likes that he’s still treating her like she’s part of a team. His team, specifically. He defers to her even about minute things and all it does is echo his welcome home in her head, repeatedly. He knows she’s decided to stay and he seeks her out just as much. They eat lunch and dinner together every day. Sometimes her thigh brushes his and she very pointedly doesn’t look at it, but she doesn’t move it either. She doesn’t ask about his leg. She doesn’t ask about his back either, even though she desperately wants to because the memory of him falling still makes her feel sick to her stomach. But then he catches her eye and tentatively smiles at her, which feels like medicine. 

hello @luciechat ! i'm your gifter this year! happy rcss! i'm so sorry for the last minute arrival of your gift. i have had a very trying month irl, but writing it has been a helpful and welcome distraction for me, even if it was very slow going. <3 the hurt/comfort goes both ways.

summary: Cassian, Jyn, and a bomb. A mission to blow up a quarry ends with injury and a conversation about importance.

rating/word count: t / 5054

She sits in front of him and crosses her arms. "I think we should blow up the munitions factory too." He blinks, bringing his thoughts back to the moment, and spends a few seconds putting it all together. "I don't disagree," he says, leaning back and crossing his own arms with an absent instinct of a mirror. He’s curious where she’s going with this, if she’s thinking like he is. "They're just going to raid the factory and take out the town the second the quarry goes up in flames. I'm assuming you told them this already too." "I did," he says. "They are worried about the civilians." "So am I," Jyn snaps. "So whether these people agree or not, I think you and I should make our own plan." Cassian finds himself smiling, faintly. "I might already have some ideas." Now it's Jyn's turn to grin. "I knew it."

summary: Scarif is a haunting: physically, medically, emotionally. Jyn finds escape in more than one way.

written for rebelcaptain fix-it week 2025. scenario: how they escape scarif, song: francesca by hozier. thanks to @andorerso for organizing!

rating/word count: t / 5916

Jyn wakes up with a heaving gasp.  The first thing that hits her is the smell of antiseptic. The second thing is the pinch in her arm, and when she rolls over to look at it, there’s an IV. The third thing is she is alone, and it’s that part that kicks her brain into overdrive.  She hurriedly sits up, idly recognizing herself in a hospital bed. She draws in a few deep breaths and tries to get her bearings, but she can’t. She has no idea where she is. And she has no idea where Cassian is. The absence of him in her arms is jarring and terrifying when his presence beside her before was a ward against that.  “Cassian -” his name comes out hoarse, barely a whisper. Her throat is dry and hurting, and when she reaches up to touch it, she realizes a fourth thing - patches of bandages and bacta across her face, her neck, even on her hands.  “Cassian!” she tries again, but it’s just as quiet, like she hasn’t used her voice in a while. Like a fool, she rips off all the sensors and climbs out of bed. She grabs the small metal garbage can as she exits the room and holds it tightly like a bludgeon.

summary: Cassian has always moved through the shadows of the galaxy. In the wake of the Empire's defeat, he and Jyn traverse the stars on their own terms and look for themselves without war on their heels.

written for rebelcaptain fix it week, day 6: how they live after the war. prompts were 'somewhere to belong/growth' and the song constellate by fleurie. once again thanks to @andorerso for organizing!!

rating/word count: ma / 9130

Cassian wakes up in the early hours and it strikes him hard that this morning is one that does not know war. He can’t relate, and he still hasn’t figured out how to breathe easy, but he stares at the ceiling with a strange hopeful hollowness in his chest. The hollowness is old and has been with him for so long, but it sits in him differently today. Anticipatory. Jyn shifts beside him, and he turns his head to look at her; she’s dead asleep on this warless morning, and the sight of her fills up some of that hollowness. She’s been slowly re-growing back beside him since they met and sharing pieces of herself to make up for all the ones he’s had to carve up of himself since he was a child. She knows what it’s like. They’re made of puzzle pieces, borrowed from each other. “I can feel you watching me,” she mumbles. He smiles, despite himself, and leans in to brush some of the hair from her face. She opens one lazy, tired eye, then yawns. “Good morning,” he says. And it is. It’s a good morning. What a concept. “It’s too early,” she replies, re-closing her eye, but she wriggles in closer to him. Cassian has always run hot, and she leeches that warmth from him constantly. “Well,” he says. “We have nowhere to be.” Her mouth curls in a smile. They have nowhere to be.

summary: It’s Annabeth’s wedding day. She leaves the groom at the altar. 

Or, the day she runs away for the last time and everything that follows.

The dress is white. She always thought she wanted a color, partially out of spite against all the customs and etiquette and expectations of matrimony. Just because the Chase family likes to adhere to customs doesn’t mean Annabeth does, and she’s certainly got the juvenile detention arrest record to prove that. Her hair is tied back out of her face in an elegant updo; they’d attempted to straighten her curls at Helen’s behest, but even the strongest hairspray couldn’t keep them all down, and some of her hair waves and coils anyway. The veil is pinned in neatly and trailing down her back. The dress has sleeves - she wasn’t so sure she wanted them either, but her stepmother insisted in the alterations.  “Something borrowed,” she’d said of the sleeves, given the lace was from her family. Annabeth isn’t even technically related to them, and they never liked her.  She looks at herself in the mirror and frowns. Her frown only deepens when she thinks she probably shouldn’t be frowning. It’s her wedding day. It’s supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Somewhere in the church, her fiance is waiting, presumably looking handsome in his suit. She touches the necklace at her throat.  “Something blue,” Helen said, offering the gold chain with the small blue sapphire attached. Piper had frowned, because they’d just been talking about the seashell earrings Annabeth had wanted - in blue. 

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