Have become high level obsessed with your Russian Revolution Rebelcaptain fics tonight. Would you be interested in a prompt for that series? Since so much is based on the aristocrats decadence of the period, I'd be so into Jyn tracking Cassian to some seedy safe house, with a bunch of gruff Revolutionaries that really have no time for any raucous, and proceeding to seduce him-- and arriving in a fur coat/cape, stockings, and nothing else. Bonus points if you teases Cassian about sharing w/comrad
(Favorite AU to write because I am always up to my neck in period dramas, I think all of these are going to get a Great Comet song-specific theme because it’s what I listen to to write this one)
Cassian slips easily into her world. Seamlessly, without question of his presence. In the right clothes and the right words. An unassuming gentleman, a desirable eye to have settled on from across a crowded room.
He can’t picture her in his, lifting the train of her skirts to stride through mud and slush, dark nights bent over a fire, reeking and rotting along everyone not benefitting from the empire. So many nights spent beside her on lush sheets, he could never once picture her freezing next to him in his bed.
So he sees the coat before he sees her. Red, cheerful, clean. Huddled with Bodhi and Chirrut and Baze like she belongs there, sharing their vodka and swearing in words he’d never think she’d hear.
She held back her glass with a hearty laugh, singing a familiar drinking song that she could not have picked up alongside her education in French Opera:
Drink with me my love
For there’s fire in the sky,
and there’s ice upon the ground
either way, my soul will die
The vodka slid down her throat without so much as a whimper.