rebeljyn-moved reblogged
Some mindlessly self indulgent rogue one x a new hope sketches
rebeljyn-moved reblogged
rebelcaptain study 🥲
rebeljyn-moved reblogged
You don't believe me. I'm not the one you gotta convince.
rebeljyn-moved reblogged
Anonymous asked:
For your consideration: Pre-relationship, drunk Jyn remarks to someone that Cassian is hot. The rebels she's with all just laugh and go "good luck with that he's impossible to seduce some of us have tried" and drunk Jyn takes this as a challenge and goes on a mission to seduce him and then it's... weirdly easy? And Cassian is very seduced and also a WRECK because... Jyn is flirting with him? (not very nsfw, but i think it's fun)
That one brooding rebel
All things considered, rebels weren’t that bad.
Sure, they were cocky as fuck, they liked to congratulate themselves way too often, and they had a worrisome hero complex. But they also had nice commodities, warm food, and good booze. All in all, not such a bad deal. Certainly better than what she’d been doing up until now. She could even concede that some of them were… tolerable company.
Jyn didn’t regret being lured in by that shady recruiter, some two months ago. She’d been skeptical at first, waiting to find the catch on that too-good-to-be-true offer. But they simply asked of her to keep on doing what she did best: slicing and code forging. The only difference, now, was that she had a boss to report to and a bed to go back to at the end of her shift.
So, not so bad. Also—
“Fuck me,” Jyn muttered, “Andor is criminally hot.”
A loud salve of laughter erupted around the table. Jyn looked at her audience with a frown of confusion. This wasn’t a joke. She was dead serious. Cassian Andor, aforesaid recruiter, who had convinced her to give a shot at this whole… rebellion thing. It certainly helped that she had him pinned down on the ground the first time they met. She wouldn’t have trusted a man that wasn’t willing to surrender. Of course, he simultaneously had a blaster pointed at her head, but fair was square.
“Yeah, good luck with that!” the pilot sitting next to her mocked.
Jyn groaned, fingers curled around her (sixth… seventh?) cup of Spicebrew. She was objectively not bad-looking, in her own style. Maybe not exactly holo worthy, too rough around the edges, but men looked at her. Not men like Cassian fucking Andor— is true, but she wouldn’t back down just like that.
“Fuck off, Varta.”
“No, I mean it! You’d have more chances with a rock, the guy is impossible to seduce.”
“Honest,” a girl from Analysis said, “you think you’re the first one who wants him? Some of us have tried, but he’s a damn droid.”
“Maybe that’s why he’s friends with one,” Varta laughed.
“You think he has someone… somewhere?” Jyn asked, looking at Cassian over the edge of her cup. The ghost of a plan was already forming inside her brain.
“Hmm, if so, he never mentioned it. Not that I know.”
“So,” Jyn decided, finishing her drink in one-go, “worth a shot! Wooow— ”
The floor tilted, uneven under her feet, as she stood up. Someone’s hand steadied her in the back, just long enough for Jyn to balance herself properly. She heard some mocking comments made at her expenses but let it slide unanswered. Instead, she walked to the other side of the lounge room (really nothing more than a storage space reclaimed by rebel personnel for some ‘recreational’ time) where Cassian Andor was casually chatting with, she presumed, a friend of his.
Jyn leaned against the same crate he was sat on, happy for the support. That didn’t fail to catch the man's attention. He turned to her with a questioning look in his eyes and maaaybe a slight annoyance, being interrupted by her sudden intrusion.
“Captain Andor,” Jyn smiled, mesmerized by how soft his hair always looked.
“Jyn Erso,” he sighed, and his posture—for some reason—relaxed. “You look hammered.”
Oh, eh! Jyn frowned, tilting forward until her body touched his shoulder. His friend, a tall guy with a no-nonsense kind of face, raised a curious (judging) eyebrow. She ignored him.
“You don’t look hammered enough,” Jyn said. She had to admit: it made more sense in her head.
Cassian almost laughed. He tried to push her off his shoulder but Jyn didn’t budge. “What do you want, Erso?”
“Do you want to have a drink with me?”
This time, the man froze and his face turned into a blank canvas, unreadable. “Funny,” he said and returned his attention to his friend, ignoring her.
A heated embarrassment crawled under Jyn’s skin. Being rejected was fine, but did he have to be such a dick about it?
She pushed herself off his shoulder with a raging swing, head spinning. “Hey, just because you’re fucking hot doesn’t give you the right to be an ass,” she said like a spitfire. “Don’t act like I offended you thinking I’d even have a chance!” She kept her chin up, determined to walk away with dignity.
She could only blame the Spicebrew for doubling down on it, adding in a somewhat aggressive voice: “And I’ve got intel for you, I’m a really good laid, so— your loss, Captain!”
This would do. Satisfied, Jyn turned around to dart off. Her feet were uncooperative. She almost banged her hip against a metal crate but rectified the trajectory fast enough, avoiding impact. Nothing to do with the pair of hands on her sides, now guiding her to the exit. Wait a sec—
Jyn glanced back to see Cassian walking behind her, escorting her to make sure she didn’t finish with her face on the floor.
“What are you doing?” she asked, puzzled.
“You’re shit-faced.”
That didn’t constitute any sort of answer. Besides, she didn’t need his help to crawl back into her bunk. And she wasn’t shit-faced, thank you very much, which he clearly hadn’t seen enough to know the difference.
Jyn vocalized her annoyance and pushed on his sternum, hoping to restore some distance between them. “I can walk myself to bed, I’m a big girl.”
“Are you going to fight me again for trying to help?” he said, not as half-annoyed as she expected him to be.
His hands had left her, which she wasn’t happy about. (No— stop.) He was still following her, though. Walking close enough for his arm to brush against her side, as if he expected having to catch her without warning. She wondered if he would break her fall. And although she knew how to take a fall uninjured, rumors had it that he was the best sniper around. Part of her wanted to test his reflexes.
“You make it unavoidable,” Jyn said.
“Which you clearly don’t enjoy.”
Did she imagine the smile coloring his voice? She had to stop and look at him to make sure. Her eyes widened a little, catching the discreet smirk at the corner of his mouth.
Blast! Jyn wanted to kiss those lips so badly tonight. Every night, really, but tonight especially. Her whole body shivered at the thought, feeling heat blooming into her chest and stomach. She pressed her back to a cold wall, signaling a full stop in the middle of the dark corridor. He paused in front of her.
“What if I do?” Jyn asked, feeling her brain cells abandoning ship way too quickly.
.
⬇️ This is a collab with @briamarie38 and @andorerso, make sure to check the reblogs to have part 2 and 3! ⬇️
Why did she have to make everything so difficult; even when she was making it easy.
Cassian stopped in front of her in the corridor while sentients passed behind him effortlessly, some of them staring a bit too long. She had her head tilted back against the stone wall, her chin up and eyes half closed as she gazed at him, her lips parted. The Spicebrew still on her breath. While he stood close, their chests nearly touching, he had to close one hand into a fist to try to keep from doing something they would both regret later.
“Aren’t you tired of it?” he asked softly, searching her gaze; wondering if she would remember any of their exchange by morning.
“Aren’t you tired of it? This fight for your life?” he asked, chasing her through the marketplace city of Baiae on Manaan. She dodged a selkath at the last moment and tried to dip down a less crowded alley. Away from the sight of endless ocean and, better yet, prying eyes.
“I’m surviving just fine,” she growled and turned on him, narrowing her eyes.
“Surviving? What about living?”
“What’s the difference?”
“There’s more to life than bouncing planet to planet--”
“What is it you do again?” she patronized.
“-- fighting for just another day. It can be so much more. There’s more to life than chasing temporary highs and…” he waved his arm back and around their surroundings. “This.”
Jyn swallowed, breathing a bit harder than standing would call for, her chest puffed out. They searched one another’s gazes and in an instant she lifted her chin and shook her head. “You don’t even know who I am.”
She turned to walk away and he stepped to follow. “Jyn--” he started but in the blink of an eye she spun on her heel and flung out a truncheon to swing at his head.
Cassian ducked to avoid getting knocked in the head and countered to disarm her. They fought but Cassian merely deflected with the hope of finding an opening to stop her attack and de-escalate the fight. However, she was far more agile than he gave her credit for and he found himself on his back but not before, as a safety, he drew his blaster and held it against the side of her head, his finger safely off the trigger.
“How do you know that name?” she asked.
“I know a lot, Jyn, and one of those things is that the rebellion would suit you. You enjoy the fight, so why don’t you fight for something more than a mere existence; fight against an enemy. A cause. You won’t have to worry about a bed or food." He paused, exhaling a controlled breath. "If you don’t like it, I won’t stop you from leaving.”
Jyn huffed a sigh against his lips and Cassian’s eyes widened, having not realized how close she had leaned, her green eyes gazing into his like she could read every thought in his mind; every intention from his soul.
“Not everything has to be a fight…” he added and she inhaled deeply through her nose.
“Not in my experience.”
“Everything alright here, Captain?” Major Altzermen asked from beside them and Cassian straightened, not realizing her had rested one hand on the wall next to Jyn’s head or leaned so close. “Sergeant?”
“Yes, sir…” they both replied, Jyn’s a bit more slurred and Cassian repressed a wince.
The Major nodded and carried on their way after one last glance between them and this time Cassian grabbed Jyn’s elbow to pull her away from the wall and back the way they had been headed. She pulled her arm from his grasp not three steps from where they started and repeated that she knew how to take care of herself. When they got to her quarters, Cassian kept close to the door and took a look around at the place she called home. He shoved his hands in his pockets.
Jyn pulled off her vest and tossed it on the chair in the corner and he was about to excuse himself when she pulled off her top too, tossing it away blindly while keeping her eyes on his. His throat closed up. His gaze was drawn down to what she had revealed and if this was a test on how decent he would be then he most certainly failed already. He inhaled deeply, unable to not appreciate the beauty, then looked back up to meet her gaze while shutting the door behind him, his lips pressed together. Force help any of the sentients that got a glimpse as they walked by, he’d silence them all.
“Jyn,” he started, his voice coming out raspier than he intended.
“Yes?” She started to walk up to him, her gait steady and confident, her eyes clear but pupils blown wide.
He swallowed thickly as she stopped right in front of him, her chin lifted.
Her hands went to his shirt and started to untuck the material from his waistband but he captured her wrists rapidly, halting her efforts. “Stop.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re drunk,” he replied, unwilling to proceed without proper consent, and thought: because if you regret this or take it back tomorrow it will destroy me.
Her eyes narrowed and the anger that flashed through her gaze made his stomach clench. “Kark, they weren’t kidding…”
Cassian furrowed his brow and watched her back away, pulling her arms from his gasp abruptly. “What?” he asked, a bit breathlessly, his heart pounding in his chest so hard he could feel it.
“The others. They said you were impossible to seduce…”
It was all a joke to begin with.
Maybe even a bet.
He dragged a hand down his face, from brow to chin and laughed ruefully, his bitter smile tight and a bit painful on his own lips. Although his spared glance back at her face revealed a moment of panic in her round eyes, a sudden blush to her usually fair cheeks, he just pushed out his lower lip and nodded a bit before turning to walk out of her room.
Jyn started after him on instinct, dread rising in her chest. The hurt in his eyes before he turned away almost sobered her right up, the pleasant buzz of the Spicebrew quickly draining out of her system. She could just imagine what he was thinking.
Oh, she really fucked this up now.
“Cassian, wait!” she pleaded, fighting the urge to grab his arm. “That came out wrong.”
He turned back but he was guarded now, no trace of the desire she thought she saw earlier in his eyes. Perhaps she imagined that. Why else would he keep turning her down?
Ignore that. She had to explain herself. Yeah, she was hurt about being rejected, but he couldn’t seriously think she was that much of a sleazeball.
It’s true, she had taken it as a challenge –
But no. She was just using that as an excuse to finally go for it. She had wanted this for a while.
“It was not like… whatever you’re thinking right now.”
“I’m thinking that it was probably a challenge, maybe a bet: can you finally seduce the rigid Captain Andor?”
Clearly, he knew what they said about him behind his back, but she didn’t think it would have bothered him so much – he was so ridiculously thick-skinned. Maybe it was just her perceived betrayal that got under his skin, and if so…
She stopped herself there. How are you still thinking that you have a shot?
Cassian went on, “Congratulations, you won,” and a spike of anger made her see red.
“I didn’t!” she burst out. “You rejected me. Twice.”
Even as she stood in front of him in her breastband – that one hurt.
He gave a disagreeing shake of his head. “Only because you’re drunk.”
Jyn rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. “Convenient excuse.”
“It’s not – you think I want to take advantage of you?”
I’m not that drunk, she wanted to insist, but something in his eyes caught her attention, and suddenly, she had more pressing matters at hand.
He seemed painfully honest, and Jyn’s head spun with the implications of it.
“You mean it,” she breathed. The fleeting grimace sweeping across his face was answer enough. He wasn’t really rejecting her, he was just –
Trying to be a decent person.
Cassian turned around again, but she leaped after him, more insistent this time. Her fingers grazed his arm, just enough to make him stop.
“Wait, wait – there was no bet involved.”
Cassian faced her again, his demeanor cautious. She let out a tiny groan, realizing that she was gonna have to explain for him to understand. Alright, so she called him a hot piece of ass, so what? That was nothing to be ashamed of. Sexual attraction was completely normal.
Face growing warm, she willed herself to look him in the eye.
“I said you’re hot and the others said I shouldn’t bother because you’re impossible to seduce. There was no bet.”
She wasn’t such a jackass, and she would have hoped he held her in higher regard.
“You really think I’d do that?”
Cassian shrugged. Her explanation seemed to mellow him, he was almost sheepish.
“Made sense for a second.”
“Thanks,” Jyn remarked drily.
Now that they both pretty much admitted their attraction to each other – they had, hadn’t they? – an awkward tension descended over the room.
Where did this leave them?
“I should go,” Cassian said quietly. Jyn’s eyes widened, her stomach sinking.
“Seriously?”
“You’re drunk,” he repeated for like the fifth time, and she wanted to groan – “But. I will see you tomorrow.”
He leaned closer, their noses almost touching, his mouth ghosting over hers. A breath caught in her throat, she stared up at him with wide eyes. He wasn’t going to kiss her, not now. She already knew that. The knowledge was almost agonizing, and anticipation for tomorrow thrummed in her veins like livewire.
Kriff, the bastard knew what he was doing.
“Maybe it’ll be my turn to try to seduce you.”
And then her brain must have rebooted itself because the next thing she knew, he was at the door, slamming his hand on the control panel to open it.
Jyn took a deep breath, trying to get some oxygen back into her brain. Just to maintain some semblance of control and dignity, she raised her voice and called after him, “Good luck.”
The slight smirk he threw back at her made her feel a little feral.
“I don’t need it.”