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for @therebelcaptainnetwork‘s rebelcaptain week!

day one: family

word count: 2.5k 

my first ever modern au & longest fic! exploring how jyn tries to escape herself and her family

I’m really sorry if any of the gang violence or foster family stuff comes off as insensitive !! (there’s not much but… just in case) any pointers on how I could fix that would be appreciated! 

(sorry it takes a WHILE to get to Cassian but it’s worth it in the end.)


This is my family. I found it, all on my own. It’s little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good. 


Sometimes, when Jyn teeters on the edge of sleep, she could remember her birth parents. Flashes of memories from a child’s height: sights from behind her mother’s legs, views from her father’s shoulders. 

She knew that they were good people. She could tell from the way her father smiled at her before tossing her into the air. The way he always tucked her in at night even when he thought she was asleep. Her mother pointing at the animals in the zoo, slowly pronouncing their names one by one, smiling when Jyn repeated them correctly. The look in her eyes when she gave Jyn her last birthday gift - the crystal necklace she now has gripped between her fingers. 

She knew that they were taken far too soon. Gang violence. Jyn had suppressed the memory of her mother collapsing to the ground but on sleepless nights like these she clearly sees the growing pool of blood on the sidewalk. The way her father’s face twisted when he realized he couldn’t talk his way out of this, not this time. The way she muffled a whimper, slinking into an alleyway as goons dragged her father away, turning her world upside down. 

Looking up at the ceiling, she wonders how her life would be different. What if her parents were alive? What if Saw hadn’t raised her? 

Saw. Uncle Saw, when her parents were alive. He means well, she remembers her mother saying, but I don’t agree with how he does it. 

Some things can’t be erased, like the tattoos that snaked around Saw’s forearms, or the memory of him teaching her to keep her thumb outside her fists. The way he stripped her of her last name - for your own safety, he said. The dingy walls and broken lights of their small apartment, the cracks in the ceiling as numerous as their unpaid bills. 

The way he had abandoned her right before she was of age. 

Jyn closes her eyes. Two years in foster care. Shuffled between homes. First, complaints about her anger. Then, complains about her apathy. To school, to other people, to herself. 

She’s too stubborn, they’d say, and move her to the next home.

She asked them to call her by a different nickname every time. It helped scrub herself of her identity. You couldn’t dwell in the past if you never had cause to remember it. 

She was wrong, but she tried anyways. She put as much physical distance between herself and the Empire’s territory as much as she could. Pick pocketed, did odd jobs, kept a relatively low profile. Changing names, changing places. Jyn thought if she kept moving, her past couldn’t catch up with her.

But it did.

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Two Weeks (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Could you please write something fluffy and Christmas-related with (Tom Holland’s) Peter Parker?

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 1,729

Warnings: None

A/N: Wow! Longest imagine yet! I really loved this request, and when I started writing I just couldn’t stop. I just love Peter. Just look at that cutie! FYI, (Y/L/N) means “your last name,” (Y/F/M) means “your favorite movie,” and (E/C) means “eye color.” Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and Merry Christmas!

Originally posted by qothams

“You’re staring again, Peter,” Ned, his best friend, mumbles to Peter. 

“Wha-?” Peter asks, snapping out of his day dream. Coming back to reality, a soft blush now creeps up his neck. “Sorry, I was just-”

“Staring at (Y/N)?” Ned asks, smirking. “You know, if you wanted to talk to her, you could just go up and say ‘hi.’”

Shaking his head, Peter begins picking at the pizza on his plate. “No, she would never like me.” As lunch went on, Peter found himself staring at you once again. You were over at your table of friends, laughing along to whatever joke was just told. It was December 21st, the last day of school before Christmas break and you and your friends were exchanging gifts. Peter sees that your friend got you a (Y/F/C) scarf and he smiles to himself. Good, Peter thinks, watching you hug your friend, it’s her color. She always looks great in that color. Once again, Peter was snapped out of his daydream as the lunch bell rings, making him drag his feet towards History. 


“Aunt May, I’m home,” Peter calls out, turning the key in its lock. Stepping through the door, he sees his Aunt rounding the corner.

“Peter! You’re here!” She exclaims, pulling him into a bone-crunching hug. “Guess who’s christmas card we just got? The (Y/L/N)’s! And they’ve invited us to their annual Christmas Party on Friday. Isn’t that great?”

Peter, shocked, just stands there nodding his head. Once the words came out of Aunt May’s mouth, his mind was already in over-drive. What am I going to wear, Peter thought, still nodding his head. What am I going to do? I might make myself look like a fool in front of her! Who am I kidding, I always make myself look like a fool in front of her. Still vaguely nodding his head at his Aunt, a little light bulb lights up in his head. Mr. Stark!

“Uh, Aunt May, I have to, uh, go to my room. Lots of homework,” Peter mumbles, feet walking fast towards his room.

“But it’s break!” He hears his Aunt shout, but he doesn’t acknowledge her. All that he needs to do right now is get ahold of Mr. Stark and get girl advice from him.


“Please pick up, please pick up,” Peter chants to himself, waiting for his brand new computer screen (courtesy of Mr. Stark) to light up. Seeing the blue bubble next to Mr. Stark’s name turn green, Peter throws his hands up into the air in victory just as Mr. Stark’s face fills the screen.

“What’s up, boy-wonder?” Mr. Stark asks, briefly looking up at the screen as he continues to tinker with the gauntlet in his hand.

“I, uh,” Peter mumbles, feeling a blush start to creep up his neck once more. “I have a problem…”

“And that is?” 

“Well, there’s this girl…” Peter starts, but is soon interrupted.

“A girl? Boy-wonder likes someone? Tell me immediately.” Mr. Stark demands, now giving Peter his full attention. Peter, blushing even more now, starts to tell him all about you. About how your smile lights up the room, about how your (E/C) eyes are so deep that he could get lost in them forever. Wrapping up his little rant with the fact that he is going to your Christmas party that Friday, only two days away, Peter voices his concerns.

“Man, you got it bad,” Mr. Stark starts. “Okay, all you have to do is just try to start up a conversation with her. Find out what she likes, and then become the expert on that thing. When you go to talk to her, she will be so impressed. Then, all you have to do is turn on the charm. Flirt a little, gently touch her arm or whatever. You got this, so don’t worry.”

“Th-thanks Mr. Stark,” Peter breathes out. “I don’t really have anyone to help me out with this stuff, and I sure wasn’t going to ask Aunt May…”

“How is the lovely lady, anyways?” Mr. Stark asks, eyebrow raising.

“Nope. Not happening,” Peter says, putting his foot down. “Anyways, I have to go. Thanks for the help.”

“Anytime, boy-wonder.”


That Friday night, Peter stood in front of his bedroom mirror, making sure he looked alright. He wore dark jeans with a Christmas t-shirt and his black converse. Hoping that this was enough, Peter exited his room before he realized that he forgot something. Cologne! Running back to his room, he briefly sprayed himself with the cologne, and exited his room once more. Meeting Aunt May in the car, they begin their drive over to (Y/N)’s apartment in south Bronx. Right as they were pulling up to your complex, Peter felt the nerves kick in. Breathe, Pete. You can do this. You’re freaking Spider-Man, for crying out loud! Peter told himself. After all, he had spent the last two days prepping himself with information about (Y/F/M). He even watched it. As the car came to a stop on the street, Peter let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. Lets do this.

Walking up the stairs to your apartment, he felt his heart start to pound as Aunt May knocked on the door. Not even a few seconds later, the door opened to reveal you, smiling brightly with that new scarf hanging around your neck.

“Hi!” You greeted. “Come on in!” You called out, letting the both of them in. Heart still pounding, he felt like his heart was about to explode when you turned to him.

“Hey, Peter. Long time no see, huh?” You asked with a giggle, and Peter felt like he died and went to Heaven right there. Be cool, he reminded himself.

“Y-yeah,” Peter stuttered, before clearing his throat. Smiling once more, you took his hand, oh God, and led him through your apartment.

“I’m really glad you came, I thought I was going to be stuck here with my parent’s stuffy friends and work buddies. But thankfully, you showed up.” You say, stopping when you reach your bedroom door. “Do you want to just hide out in here while we let them do their thing?” You asked, still holding onto his hand.

Boy, would I, Peter thought. Nodding his head yes, he lets you pull him through your door. Entering into your room, you sit on the small couch next to your bed. 

“Wanna watch a movie?” You ask, kneeling down next to your movie collection. I prepared for this, Peter thought to himself.

“Uh, yeah. How about (Y/F/M)?” He asks, seeing you light up.

“You like that one too?” You ask, shocked. Nodding his head, he sees you smile at him. “I thought I was the only one. All my friends hate it. I always thought they were weird because of that.”

“I don’t see why they don’t like it,” Peter responds with a smile. “The plot is amazing.”

“I know, right?” You say, popping in the movie. “Let me go steal some Christmas cookies real quick for us. Be right back.”

And with that, you left. Peter automatically begins to adjust his clothes and hair, trying to make himself look better. He just finished when you returned and sat down next to him. Silently pressing play, you sank back into the couch next to him, right up against his arm. Feeling a bit brave, he draped his arm across your shoulders, and smiled when he felt you cuddle up closer to his side. This is going great, Peter thought, relaxing as he watched the movie.


Stretching, the both of you stood up as the end credits started to show up on the screen.

“That was great, Peter,” You say with a smile. “I really enjoyed watching a movie with you.”

Feeling that familiar heat start to creep up his neck once more, he smiled back at you. “M-me too.” Looking at his watch, he realized how late it had actually gotten. “Aw, crap, Aunt May has to work tomorrow. We have to leave now, I think.” Peter says, seeing your smile fall a bit.

“Okay,” You say a bit softer. “Lets go find her.” As the two of you began to walk through the house again, Peter felt like he never wanted to leave. Finding Aunt May, they start to walk to the door, with (Y/N) leading them out.

“It was nice having you guys here,” You start, mainly looking at Peter. “I’ll see you in two weeks, yeah?”

“Y-yeah. See you in two weeks.” Peter says a little sadly. Walking away from the door with Aunt May, Peter hears the door click shut. Well, Peter thought, it was great while it lasted. Walking back down to their parked car, Peter just exited the building as the snow drifted down. Right when he was about to step off the curb, he hears you yell.

“Peter, wait!” You shout, pushing the doors open. Stopping in his tracks, he turns around to see you running towards him. Just when you were about to stop, you slipped on a patch of ice, but luckily Peter caught you. Standing you back up, you push your hair out of your face. 

“Whoah, sorry ‘bout that,” You begin, fixing your hair as the snowflakes fell down on it. “Thanks for coming tonight, it meant a lot to me.” You confessed. Peter once more felt the heat rush through his body.

“N-no problem. It meant a lot to m-me too,” Peter mumbles out, seeing you smile once more. Looking up at your window, Peter sees your parents yelling down for you to come back upstairs into the warmth. Shaking your head at them, you turned back to Peter.

“I should probably go,” You start. “Anyways, I came down to give you something.” Peter, confused, raised his eyebrow. “Merry Christmas,” You say hurriedly. Just when Peter was about to respond, you place your lips onto his. Shocked, Peter just stands there for a second, too stunned to kiss back. Kiss back, you idiot! Your dream girl is kissing you! Peter shouts to himself. All too soon, you pull back before he could even kiss back. Looking a bit defeated, you start to back up. Peter then snapped back into reality, grabbing your arm quickly, before you walked away too far. Before you could even say a word, he crashes his lips onto yours, holding you close. Smiling into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you feel the warmth spread throughout your body. Pulling back, you smile even brighter than all the times that you did that night.

“So,” You say, breathless. “See you in two weeks?”

Smirking, Peter pecks your lips. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to see you a lot sooner than two weeks.” Nodding your head, you pull back from him as you walk back up to your apartment.

Best day ever! Peter said to himself, walking back to the parked car.


“So,” Aunt May began, smiling at her nephew. “You and (Y/N)?”

“Yeah,” Peter said smiling to himself. “Me and (Y/N).”

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Fung- Fung sighed before looking down at the chains that had wrapped him and his comrades. He looked to his right and saw Gahri who was busy sleeping.

How could he sleep while being captured by a psycho hippo?

He then looked over to the hippo who was staring them down.

“Dawwgh! Can you let us go? C’mon we won’t try to steal from you next time!” Fung pleaded. He hated being here being stared down by a hippo. Plus his breath smelled bad.