Series Summary: Cassian and Reader Firsts – from meeting each other to the first time, first kiss, first fight, first “I love you”, to their (first) last breaths (maybe…that might be too depressing)
Time Cassian and Reader have known each other: 2 years
Prompt: Anonymous- “firsts” for cassian x reader please?!? (like first date, first kiss, first fight etc) :-))
Author’s notes: I was gonna make this kinda sad but Arrow and the 100 killed me this week and I needed a shit ton of fluff so you’re all getting fluff right now haha hope you enjoy!
Sharp claws poked at your stomach and you groaned rolling over and nudging Cassian. He grumbled lightly into his pillow, not waking up. Sock crawled her way up your body, her claws pulling down your blanket. You groaned as cold air seeped into your bones. Shivering you yanked up the blankets and burrowed into Cassian’s warm body. Socks pushed her way under your arm and into Cassian’s side purring at the warmth of your bed.
You sighed snuggling closer to Cassian and drifted off to the feeling of Socks purring against your stomach.
It was Christmas.
The entire base had off for 2 days to celebrate.
You had never particularly liked Christmas because you never had anyone to share it with. In the past you would typically just stay inside your room instead of interacting with people you barely knew. But now you had Cassian. And Mila. And Nei. And Socks. And so many others.
Once Socks woke you up you couldn’t fully go back to sleep. You were too excited. After an hour of forcing yourself to remain silent, you started poking Cassian. He grumbled in annoyance.
“Cassian.” You whispered.
Cassian groaned, “What?” He opened his eyes, lightly glaring at you.
You smiled coyly and his eyes widened slightly. And then you pounced. You jumped up and down on the bed causing Socks to bolt with a shocked meow. Cassian moaned as his body bounced up and down.
He reached up grabbing your hand and yanking you down onto his body. He grunted as your elbow accidentally slammed into his stomach. You rolled off his body and sat cross-legged next to his reclining body poking him over and over and over again.
“I would be sorry, but IT’S CHRISTMAS!”
Cassian looked up at your glowing face with a smile.
“It’s not Christmas until tomorrow.” He broke lightly.
You sighed collapsing back onto the bed dramatically, “How dare you kill my excitement.”
Cassian pushed himself up and leaned over you. He pulled your hand away from your face taking in your pouting face. He laughed and leaned in pressing a light kiss to your mouth.
But you kept your lip jutted out in a pout struggling not to let out the laugh bubbling up inside of you.
Cassian smirked before running his hand through your hair and once again leaning down and pressing a kiss your mouth. He began peppering kisses along your cheek and traveled down onto your neck, his hands running down your body.
You grabbed his head and pulled him back up so his lips brushed against yours with a smile.
Once you and Cassian managed to get out of bed it was late morning.
You and Cassian strolled through the base swinging your clasped hands back and forth. There weren’t many people up yet. Everybody seemed to be enjoying their relaxing morning in.
The festivities wouldn’t start until later in the day. The first day of Rebel’s Christmas was full of decorating, wrapping, activities, music, and competitions.
As you and Cassian reached the hangar, Socks at your heels, you could smell the scent of fresh cookies and evergreen flowing toward you.
The hangar had been emptied so that it could be decorated. Rebels were all over the place, hanging from the rafters hanging lights, decorating cookies, wrapping gifts, and decorating the huge Christmas tree.
With a quick kiss to Cassian’s cheek you went to go help the others decorate the tree. Cassian took his guitar and set up in the corner blessing the hangar with Christmas music.
After decorating for a few hours (and accidentally falling off the ladder and holding onto the tree for dear life) you went to go find Cassian. He winked at you before informing his listeners that this would be his last song. Everyone groaned but he promised to play later on that night and everyone dispersed.
Socks, who was perched on Cassian’s shoulder jumped down when she caught sight of you and pounced over meowing.
You reached out grabbing Cassian’s hand and pulling him towards the door.
“We’re going outside? You’re going to be cold.”
You scoffed and pulled him out the door. It was snowing. It had been snowing for weeks and the hills were covered in glistening white snow. It caused issues for the rebellion, but you had to admit that it was absolutely breathtaking.
As you stood there staring at the snow you didn’t notice that Cassian had released your hand until a snowball hit the side of your face. You turned around slowly, snow dripping down your face and into your shirt.
“Oh it’s on.”
The rest of the day was full of love and laughter. You and Cassian took advantage of your time alone together.
You played. You laughed. You skated.
You returned the favor and hit Cassian in the face with a snowball.
Cassian tackled you into the snow before leaning down and kissing you thoroughly.
Hours later you ended up curled up in a chair watching the snow fall. You shivered slightly and Cassian bundled you up in his jacket pulling you close with a kiss to your head.
“I love you.”
“I love you so much.”
You and Cassian flopped into bed late that night smiling with cold red noses.
With huge yawns you fell asleep in each other’s arms with the silent decision to sleep in late the next morning.
However, someone had another idea.
It was 6 the next morning when loud banging came at your door. You shoved Cassian silently telling him that you weren’t going to get it.
He sighed loudly and slipped out of bed to open the door.
The second he turned the knob, in flew a bouncing Mila quickly followed by a scowling exhausted looking Nei.
Mila flew into the room pressing a kiss to Cassian’s cheek before flopping into bed beside you to pull you into a hug. You grumbled slightly but opened your arms so she could lie comfortably against you.
You began to nod off back to sleep but Nei kneed the bed jerking you awake.
“Come on up and at ‘em.” She said grabbing Mila’s hand and pulling her up out of bed.
Cassian leaned over trying to pull you up as well, but you growled at him. With a quick roll of his eyes, he sat on the bed and you climbed up onto his back relaxing against him. Your head dropped to his shoulder with a yawn as he stood up boosting you up firmly onto his back.
Mila jumped excitedly, “Let’s go let’s go let’s go! I want presents!”
She ran out of the door pulling Nei after her. Cassian hoisted you up and followed her.
You began nodding off against Cassian’s shoulder and he could hear your breathing deepen.
He chuckled quietly tightening his grip on your legs so you wouldn’t fall.
When he reached the hangar he shook you slightly, “Y/N, sweetheart wake up. Look at this.”
You opened your eyes and smiled.
The whole hangar was lit up. Sparkling lights hung from the rafters. The tree was glistening with homemade ornaments. And hundreds of presents sat under the tree.
You smiled and dropped down from Cassian’s back slipping under his arm and wrapping yourself around him. He pulled you tight to his side pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.
Someone shouted your name and your head shot over to the tree. Mila and Nei had set up a small blanketed area. As you made your way over you saw that everybody was pulling on the ugly Christmas sweaters you had knit them last week.
Even Socks had her own little sweater.
Draven and Leia joined you and soon everybody was passing out presents.
Nei gave you some throwing knives. You gave her two short swords.
Mila gave you a photo album full of pictures from this past year. You gave her a new camera.
Draven gave you some field agent armor. You gave him some liquor.
Leia gave you lots of clothes from her home world. You gave her a communication device that could be used in places that didn’t have communication towers.
And Socks got presents from everybody. An automatic toy mouse. Ropes. Nei’s shoe laces. Draven’s old slippers.
You and Cassian didn’t give each other gifts. You planned to do it later on that night.
The day passed by too quickly for your liking and soon it was nighttime. Dinner was set and everybody was eating to their heart’s desire.
Socks sat by the doorway meowing pitifully. She wanted to join the table.
So, Mila jumped up to grab her at just the moment that Nei came back in from outside the hangar.
Someone coughed and they both froze looking up.
Nei looked at Mila with a sly smile and everyone waited.
Without wasting another second, Mila pulled Nei in and pressed her lips to hers.
When they parted everybody’s eyes were wide.
Mila smiled sweetly, “Oh yeah, um…. we’re dating?”
You smiled and jumped up running over to the both of them. You grabbed them and pulled them into a tight hug.
“I’m so happy for you.” You whispered to them.
“Thanks, Y/N.” They said simultaneously squeezing you tighter.
“So, who hung up that mistletoe?”
A throat cleared and everyone turned. “That would be me.” Draven said.
Dinner wrapped up and someone built a bonfire in the middle of the hangar. Blankets and comfy chairs were dragged over so everybody could relax.
You settled on a chair with Cassian practically sitting on top of him. His hand stroked up and down you back as your fingers played in his hair at the nape of his neck.
Mila and Nei settled in the chair next to yours, Mila gently stroking Nei’s hair as she relaxed sleepily against her.
Soft music played in the background and everyone was happy to remain quiet and relaxed knowing that life would be back to crazy tomorrow.
Hours later you and Cassian found yourself alone in the hangar. Everybody else had trickled out as it reached the early morning. They had to be up in a few hours and had trudged off to bed slowly.
However, you and Cassian didn’t want to leave. You remained curled up on your chair watching the fire slowly die out.
Cassian pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you hummed sleepily turning so you could press a light kiss along the underside of his jaw.
“You ready for your present?”
You smiled and nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled something small out. He placed it in your hand closing your fingers around it and pressing a soft kiss to your closed fist.
You pulled back slightly and opened your hand.
A ring sat there.
You stared down at it for a second before slowly looking up.
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Fake dating or sharing a bed. As a reader I love them but as a writer…eh. It’s always hard for me to think of an idea for them that isn’t a ridiculous and boring cliche.
Where does your inspiration come from?
Well, the easy answer is everywhere, but my two favorite places are from books (especially the romances i memorized as a teenager) and music. Sometimes you can put on a song and the story is just there. It’s nice. Also I’m really inspired by trees, as you can tell if you ever go into my inspiration tag.
Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on.
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