Cassian surprises Jyn by asking her to fake being his fiancee to get his fanclub off his back. Jyn tries to enjoy as long as it lasts not knowing that Cassian is doing the same. Any headcanons?
i’m placing this in the canon universe because can you imagine?
so cassian is a pretty hot commodity around the rebel base. he’s got that tall, dark, and handsome thing working for him mixed with the mysteriousness of being an intelligence officer. basically, half of the new recruits that come to the rebellion wind up having the hots for cassian (can we blame them, honestly)
that’s BEFORE he comes back from scarif, having helped provide the rebellion with priceless intel. cassian’s a hero with a rather intense fanclub made up of pilots and soldiers searching for something outside of war and death to focus on. he gets it, sort of.
but it gets to be a little much after the fifth time a new recruit slips him a note with the combination to their bunk. cassian’s just blowing off steam to jyn one day when it slips out:
“if they thought i was married or engaged or something, maybe they’d leave me alone, y’know?”
“are…are you asking me to…?”
cassian wasn’t, really, but now he’s thinking about it – it would be sort of perfect. after all, as kaytoo has mentioned, something like a third of the base thinks they’re already dating (a fact that cassian tries not to think too hard about)
“would you?” he asks
jyn pauses for a good thirty seconds and cassian definitely wants to take it back because she’s the closest thing he’s got to family and he doesn’t want to lose – “yes,” she says, “for you, i would.”
they figure telling bodhi, baze, and chirrut will get the news circulating the fastest, and it works. by lunch, people are congratulating them. kay says there’s a 36.8% chance that one of them will die before the wedding and princess leia personally offers best wishes
cassian tries really, really hard to ignore the warmth that blooms in his chest when he introduces jyn as his fiancee and the way his heart speeds up when jyn grabs his arm while they’re walking to and from meetings
he was right: his fanclub doesn’t bother him anymore, but now there are other things getting in the way of day-to-day life. namely, jyn erso and that little smile on her face whenever someone brings up their “engagement”
So, I may or may not have got inspired to send you this by your tags on that Diego gifset. What about a story in which Jyn teases Cassian and he does (theThing™) those very same expressions? Situation and all the background up to your awesome writer mind ;) Sorry if this was super random and weird lol [blushes] xxoo
“Just admit it!” Jyn teases, sitting cross-legged on Cassian’s bed while he hunts for the shirt she’d torn off and flung god only knows where last night. “You lost on purpose.”
She’s referring, of course, to their sparring match yesterday afternoon. It was Draven’s idea, having two of his best fighters put on a demonstration for the newest class of recruits. They spar with relative frequency, so Jyn knows he’s good. She knows he doesn’t give up so easily.
She knows he doesn’t get that look in his eye when they’re training alone.
Yesterday, surrounded by moonfaced teenagers without any hand to hand combat skills, Jyn felt something between them shift the first time he had her pinned, gasps and cheers erupting from the crowd. After that, she noticed an alarming lack of resistance from Cassian.
Draven called the match shortly thereafter, naming Jyn the winner. Her prize? Being pulled away from the training room to Cassian’s quarters and a decidedly unrestful evening.
Now, Jyn gets it. And she intends to milk this newfound information for everything it’s worth. “I can’t believe Captain Cassian Andor, a top Intelligence Officer, would throw a fight with a subordinate.”
“I did no such thing,” Cassian answers, finally.
“You totally did,” Jyn continues, mouth curling up in a smirk. “Could it be that Cassian Andor, famed spy, has a thing for his tiny partner overpowering him in front of a crowd?” She feigns shock, bringing a hand up to cover her open mouth and tries not to laugh.
But, boy, does his resulting expression not make her want to giggle. Instead of trying to brush it off, Cassian just raises a brow and looks at the ground, sheepish. The muscles of his jaw clench and she sees where he must be working his tongue to keep from outright smiling. It’s infuriating.
Here she is thinking she has the high ground, and what does Cassian do? Make her want to fucking jump him.
Jyn stands, pulling her own shirt off. “You’re the worst,” she groans, wrapping her arms around Cassian’s neck and reaching up on her toes.
“You don’t seem that annoyed,” he says, forehead pressed to hers.
In a show of frustration, Jyn smacks him on the ass. “Oh, no, I am.” They’re both giggling like the teenagers they never got to be and Jyn couldn’t be happier.
Cassian lifts her with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist like they were designed for it. “By all means, let me apologize,” he says, wicked gleam in his eye.
A little distracted by the press of Cassian’s hips against hers, Jyn decides to file away her discovery for later use. It’s worthy of thorough explanation, after all.
To be extremely predictable and prosaic, “Under Pressure” by Queen and David Bowie.
I know, but it really is perfect:
Turned away from it all like a blind man / Sat on a fence but it don’t work / Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn / Why, why, why?
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance? / Why can’t we give love that one more chance? Why can’t we give love, give love, give love…
‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word And love dares you to care for The people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way of Caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves Under pressure
Anakin, though, didn’t see either of them. He focused on the third person in the room, Padme, and on her alone, and if he had ever held any moments of doubt that she was as beautiful as he remember her, they were washed away, then and there. His eyes roamed the Senator’s small and shapely frame in her black and deep purple robes, taking in every detail. He saw her thick brown hair, drawn up high and far at the back of her head in a basketlike accessory, and wanted to lost himself in it. He saw her eyes and wanted to stare into them for eternity. He saw her lips, and wanted to…
Anakin closed his eyes for just a moment and inhaled deeply, and he could smell her again, the scent that had been burned into him as Padme’s.
It took every ounce of willpower he could muster to walk in slowly and respectfully behind Obi-Wan, and not merely rush in and crush Padme in a hug… and yet, paradoxically, it took every bit of his willpower to move his legs, which were suddenly seeming so very weak, and take that first step into the room, that first step toward her.