AUTHOR’S NOTE: I hope you guys weren’t expecting anything but super-angst. Also, there’s Rogue One spoilers at the end in case you haven’t seen it (but idk why you’d be reading this if you hadn’t seen it). Merry Christmas :)))
Person / Character: Cassian Andor
Premise: Cassian rescues you from the Death Star.
1st Person Perspective
I thought I was dead.
It certainly felt like it.
At least, this is what I assume it feels like to be dead. I wouldn’t actually know, as I’ve never died before.
But it wasn’t the numbness or the darkness or anything that made me feel dead. It was the dreams about Cassian.
We were so happy. We danced in a kitchen that belonged to us to some discs Cassian had found on a mission - Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra. I made cookies while he stole kisses and bites of dough. We were in a walk and he hit me in the back with a snowball, so I shoved him into a snow bank. I laid in the bathtub and he read me his favorite book from the window sill where he perched. He lifted me in his arms and carried me into his U-Wing; we went on adventures in his ship. We watched the stars from the roof of the Rebel base and he made a fire for us to toast marshmallows over. He fed me a s'more and wiped the crumbs off my cheeks. We went skinny-dipping in a huge ocean on some far-away planet. We rested in a field somewhere together in the morning summer light. I put flowers in his hair while he sang songs to me in a language I didn’t know.
That’s why I thought I was dead - surely this was Heaven.
That’s why, when his face appeared above mine, I didn’t realize that I was still alive, and that he was saving me.
“Y/N,” I shook her gently. She was slumped over in her chair, her head lolling downwards. I knelt at her feet with my hands resting delicately on her knees. “Y/N, I need you to wake up.” The feeling of her in my hands again made me feel complete. But I couldn’t relax yet, not while we were still in danger. I began unstrapping her wrists and ankles.
The knife wound in her chest was deep. It didn’t seem to have punctured her heart or her lungs, but Jesus, it had to have been close. I would take care of that as soon as we got away.
She shifted slightly. “Cassian?”
“Y/N!” Her eyes were finally open, even if slightly. “Oh my god. Oh my god, you’re awake.” My heart nearly exploded as I threw my arms around her. “Oh my god, I was so afraid - ”
But she pulled back, disgruntled. She looked confused. “I don’t understand,” she coughed. “I thought - what are you doing here?”
“I’m rescuing you,” I said, concerned. She stared at me like I was a ghost. I pressed my hand to her face. “Y/N…I’m here to take you home.”
She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into my palm. “You’re real?”
My breath caught momentarily in my throat. “Of course I’m real.”
When her eyes opened, they were filled with tears. “Oh my god. I thought I was dead. Cas - oh my god.”
I grabbed her waist and pulled her into my lap. She buried her face in my neck. “Baby girl,” I breathed, running my fingers through her hair. “You’re here. You’re alive. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” I felt I needed to hold her closer, but I couldn’t possibly. I pressed her against me as hard as I could. I kissed her shoulder and let her take a moment to recuperate before I said, “Okay. We need to go. I gotta get you out of here.” She lifted her head up, sniffing, and nodded. I helped her to her feet and she grimaced in pain. “Can you walk?”
She stumbled instantly.
“Are you sure?”
“Alright.” I grabbed her hand. “Follow me.”
We took off through the halls. I wished I had time to look around and see this weapon the Empire had created, but I needed to get Y/N out of here.
Explosions rocked the base. The X-Wings had managed to blow a big enough hole in the shield for my U-Wing to squeeze into a docking bay. As we hurried through the doors, I stopped short.
Darth Vader stood in between us and my ship.
Y/N fell sideways, and I caught her. She was clutching her chest; fresh blood was curling around her hand. “Cas…” she whispered.
I couldn’t waste any more time - I had to get her and my fleet out of here before anyone died. But Darth Vader was in front of me.
“You,” Vader breathed. “The Rebels brave enough to take on half of the Galactic Empire.”
The utter lack of emotion in his black, soulless eyes gave me pause, but Y/N said, “And you’re the one stupid enough to stand in our way.”
I turned to her. “What are you doing?” I hissed. “Don’t provoke him.”
Her eyes met mine, and I was surprised. They were glittering with rage. Blood dripped from her lips. She looked fearless.
Vader took a step forward, and I lifted my blaster instantly. “Stupid?” Maybe I was crazy, but he sounded humored through his voice filter.
“Let us be, Vader,” she demanded.
Vader didn’t say anything. I had no idea what he was thinking, which terrified me. Until he stretched his hand out towards her, and she doubled over in pain, crying out. “Y/N!” I held her upright. As I watched, the cut in her chest began to rip wider.
I fired. Vader deflected the shot, but it was enough to get his attention off of Y/N. Or perhaps, he stopped of his own accord. “I should rip her in half,” Vader said with menacing serenity. “But instead, I’ll send you back to the Rebels as a warning, that you may know you cannot win.”
Vader flexed his fingers again, and I heard the sick snapping of bones. Y/N collapsed, gasping heavily. Her ribs were visibly caved in.
My heart stopped beating for the next hour, until hers did too.
The second I was in the ship, I gave the fleet the command to return home. I didn’t get a single reply. Everything had gone silent. “No,” I whispered. I laid Y/N down on the padded bench. She had gone completely white. I had no idea how much blood she had lost total. “Y/N,” I whispered. “Can you hear me?”
I viciously wiped the tears away from my eyes. “You - you listen to me. You can’t - you can’t die, okay? Just give me a minute. Please, Y/N.”
“Sure.” I ran to the console and searched the scanner. Nothing. Everyone was gone.
I didn’t have time to grieve. I had to get Y/N home.
I took off as quickly as I could and immediately blasted into hyper speed.
I returned to her side to find her eyes closed.
“Y/N,” I said anxiously. She looked up at me. “Please just hold on a little bit longer.”
“Cassian.” Her voice was practically inaudible. “Kiss me one more time.”
I shook my head. “Don’t talk like that!”
I took a deep breath and knelt down. Her lips tasted like blood, but they were hers. I kissed every inch of her face, willing myself to remember every square inch, because I knew deep down inside what was about to happen. I was still desperate.
“Y/N,” I said in her ear. “Wh - what am I supposed to do without you?”
She sort of laughed. “You know.”
“No, Y/N - help me. Please.”
She nodded vaguely. “Do not,” she said, “forget hope.”
“I see none without you,” I replied, brushing hair out of her eyes.
“Cassian…” She took a shuttering breath.
“Y/N - no - please,” I whispered. “Please don’t leave me.”
“Finish this,” she muttered. “Destroy the Death Star.”
“I will, I promise.”
Her final words were, “I love you, Cassian Andor.” She went still.
I pressed my face into her chest. “I love you,” I sobbed.
I loved her. I loved her bravery, her emotion, her desire to fight and to do good, her endless strength. And I hated the world for taking her away from me.
But soon after, I met Jyn Erso. I nearly couldn’t look at her the first time we spoke; It was almost like she was the reincarnation of Y/N. I saw her soul through Jyn’s eyes, and I saw her smile on her lips. I knew that she had been sent here for me. I knew that it was Y/N staying by my side, like she had always said she would.
Jyn believed in this idea of hope, like Y/N. She fought for this idea. Together, we died for this idea. I kept my promise, though, and together, Y/N and I - with our fingers intertwined - watched the Death Star explode from far, far away.
Chapters: 2 of 4 Rating: Explicit (later) Warnings: pining, slight angst, sexual content, swearing, A/B/O dynamics Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin Summary: The world didn’t think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin’s handbook on dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.
When Jimin was five, he learned that boys and girls were different, learned it the hard way when he accidentally played too rough with a girl in kindergarten and the teacher scolded “Jimin, that’s inappropriate” and “girls are delicate.” He burst into tears, not understanding what he did wrong, why it was okay for him to play with Junho but not Soomi, why he was getting scolded when Soomi clearly started it, she pushed him down first. The teacher took one look at his tears and told him, “men don’t cry”. Needless to say, his exposure to the standards of masculinity started real young. It snowballed from there, baring its teeth in subtle ways, in his gym teacher’s tsks when he preferred to sit on the bench, in his parents’ raised eyebrows when he told them he wanted to pursue modern dance. They didn’t bat an eye when Jimin wanted to do sword fighting. For whatever reason, they thought sword fighting was a lot more realistic and relevant than modern dance was when, hello, sword fighting’s basically the same thing but with a sharp phallic object.
Description : “Lima syndrome is the result of the abductor / kidnapper sympathizing with his hostages”. And Park Jimin had never heard of it before, when he took you as his hostage.
A/N : I can’t believe it took me a whole day to write this. But it had been over a week and I really wanted to update it again. I miss you and all your messages <3 please text me often, okay? :) @cyanfann and I miss you the most, mom. Where were you when I felt so down and lonely.
anon that gave you the Oh Hell No reporting in and I gotta say I'm surprised you didn't just split them into Doppio and Diavolo :v ((this doesn't have to count towards the thing since I know you already have more asks than you, well, asked for *ba dum tss*))
((That’s actually what I initially considered doing and it’s probably what most people expected, haha. But no one’s exactly 100% good or evil am I right?))
I finally wrote a new piece after four months of writer’s block. I’m really happy to be able to write again and I hope this creative streak holds! I hope you guys like this piece. I used a few pentatonic scales and organized it with a fugue structure. Tell me what you think.
CS AU [2/2]: Killian and Emma have been friends for as long as they can remember, always there for each other. Due to the endless list of heartbreaks in both of their lives, they have a Valentine’s tradition: play video games with her son, Henry, tangled in blankets during the whole day and buy a lot of chocolate and candy on sale during the other day. But what happens when Emma sees Killian asking someone else to be his date for the special night? Maybe that (and a big push from Henry) is exactly what she needs to see her true feelings for her friend. The only question is: will he be her Valentine?
For the amazing Jare (aka lovelycaptainswan). Here’s the last part of your gift, I hope you like it! It was awesome being your cssv, darling, wishing you a lovely day <3
Heyyy hi guys ❤ I know I haven’t been much around lately and I feel like I owe you some explanation 😊 my competitive exam is approaching (just nine days now) and I need to study as much as possible because my future pretty much depends on it 😅 we’re almost 30k competing for only 6133 payed places and the pressure it’s really really high at this point. The test will be set in four different days so I won’t be free till the 22nd of july. I’m really stressed out atm so I hope you all understand why I can’t really participate much here, but I’ll be on from time to time maybe posting some gifs/edits as well 😊 so see you soon and good luck to me 😭
Do you have any headcannons when it comes to Crona and Maka having sexy time
Hmm nothing much I can think of…I believe they wouldn’t rush things though. Maka would be especially careful and make sure Crona isn’t uncomfortable with anything she does. And Crona would secretely be like I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING the first few times and be rather submissive and, in a positive way, nervous because they can be so close to Maka. But eventually they’d grow even closer to each other and from then things would flow naturally.