Jyn wakes in the grey light of an autumn morning, to the feel of a soft breath on her neck and the subtle sound of raindrops on the window. She’s still for a long moment, limbs heavy, before she moves her hand up to run her fingers through the hair of the owner of said breath. Cassian lazily shuffles closer to her, resting his forehead against her cheek.
“How long have you been awake staring at me, you perv?”
He laughs into her warm skin.
“Not that long.”
Jyn feels her mouth pull up into a smirk.
“Do you wanna get out of bed?”
His hand that is not currently trapped by her half lying on him moves gently across her stomach where her top has ridden up. He whispers directly into her ear: “No.”
Title: By Choice (Part One) Word Count: 5.5K+ Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Female Reader Summary: Kurt meets someone that makes him realize he’s the only one who can be in charge of his own life, and [Y/N] meets someone that makes her feel she’s the most special person in the world. Warnings: None except the tiniest mention of the origin of Kurt’s scars. A/N: Oh man… this was supposed to be a 2K words story at most but I went overboard, like… really bad, and now I had to split it up in parts. It’s my first story here and I’m freaking out, because it’s a little all over the place. So, if you can tell me what you think about it it would be awesome! Also, English is my second language, so forgive me if I make mistakes (and point them out if you want to, I love learning). As the story progresses, it will include some headcanons [xxx] (or variations of them) that I sent to @shayara. Also, the summary isn’t just for Part One, it’s for the whole story.
It was no secret that Kurt Wagner’s life hadn’t been an easy one. As a child– even though there were many things he just couldn’t remember anymore– he had been despised by the community he should’ve been a part of, who believed him to be a demon that was supposed to be to feared. It hadn’t been easy to spend so much time hiding, terrified of what people would do to him if they ever found out where he was.
But hard as it had been– and by what he swore was the will of God– his life had been blessed by the circus. The circus was the biggest, most important part of Kurt’s life. In there, he found a family: people who accepted him and treated him as their equal. In the circus, heshone. He was The Incredible Nightcrawler, the best acrobat they had ever seen. People admired him and his unbelievable talent for acrobatics– even if they didn’t know that the way he looked on every performance wasn’t a costume, but his own flesh. And yet it didn’t matter, because to Kurt, hiding his true self was worth it when he saw the excited faces of the audience every time he performed.
However, it hadn’t been all good moments that would turn into happy memories. The scars he had inflicted on his own skin were a testament of that.