rogue one au where everything is the same but chirrut looks like this

anonymous asked:

Hi I saw you're taking requests. Could you do a Cassian x Reader friends to lovers soulmate AU where you see color for the first time when you touch. Like they've known each other all their lives and have hugged and stuff before, but one day they touch and all of a sudden there's can take it away from here

You had just assumed you didn’t have a soulmate.

If you could spend your life knowing someone like you knew Cassian, and still live in a colourless world, then surely soulmates didn’t exist.

Cassian knew you better than you knew yourself, and vice versa; you both knew when the other needed comforting, or space, you knew each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and knew every secret there was to the two of you. If Cassian wasn’t your soulmate, then you didn’t want one.

As you made your way through the base towards the main hangar, one of your fellow pilots came running towards you, a gleeful expression on her face.

“(Y/N) have you heard the news? Baze and Chirrut just found out that they’re soulmates!”

You frowned in confusion. “But they’re always hugging and everything, how have they only just found out? Also, how had they not realised before anyway? They’re practically the same person.”

She shrugged. “Beats me. Chirrut said something about soulmates sometimes not revealing themselves until both people are ready, even if they already act like soulmates. It means there’s hope for a certain other pair,” she added with a wink.

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever you say. Is Cass back yet?”

She grinned. “Just landed. He’s already looking for you.”

You had barely made it two steps into the hangar before a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Miss me?” Cassian teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You rolled your eyes affectionately, turning in his arms to look into his beautiful brown eyes.

Wait. What?

Colour was spreading all over your vision, like ink dropped into water. There were so many things around you to see in a new light, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of Cassian. Suddenly you had a thousand favourite colours; the warm tone of his skin, the beautiful darkness of his eyes, the muted pink of his lips.

“Cassian,” you whispered in awe. He nodded slightly, his eyes wide as he stared at you as if he was seeing you for the first time.

“You see it too?” he asked in shock, as his fingers brushed against your cheek shakily. You nodded, a smile spreading across your face.

“I knew it had to be you,” you admitted, leaning into his touch as he cupped your face. “I always knew.”

“I always hoped,” he replied, still sounding slightly in awe of the colours his world had just revealed. “(Y/N) I love you.”

In response, you leaned up and kissed him, closing your eyes reluctantly to your new colourful surroundings. The sensation of his chapped lips against yours more than made up up for the loss, however.

You couldn’t stop yourself smiling into the kiss, and you felt Cassian doing the same. He pulled away slightly to rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you too,” you told him, stroking his cheek.

He laced his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand gently. You nuzzled your nose against his, content to stand in his arms forever. After all, he was your soulmate.

You had forever.

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@e-sebastian !!!

Folks, today is the birthday of a wonderful, talented, considerate, kind, talented, thoughtful, creative, passionate, sweet, (and did I mention talented??) guy that some of us are lucky enough to know as - Eli.

And what better way to celebrate this man’s life than to celebrate his accomplishments? He has offered so many amazing stories to a whole array of fandoms. Chances are, if you follow me, your fandom has been touched by him in some way. So I’d like to take this opportunity to do a little retrospective on some of the most incredible stories Eli has given to us. (we’re not worthy!)

Here we go!

The New World

Fandom: Black Sails, Pairing: James/OMC, Rating: E, 133k words

Ah… the one that started it all. Even though I’d been in the deepest depths of my Silverflint fixation at the time, I saw “James McGraw/Original Male Character” and thought… why not? Ha. HA. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. None whatsoever. When I picked that fic up, I couldn’t know how desperately I’d fall in love with Ezra Wake, how invested I’d become in James & Ezra’s relationship, how rabidly I’d consume each update. This fic is tailor-made for anyone - ANYONE - that loves James Flint, regardless of ship affiliation. It is a brilliant, captivating study of what Flint’s life might be like post-piracy - what his attempt at turning his oar into a shovel might actually look like. It delves into the grayness of morality, the significance of religion, the brutality of 18th-century dentistry… I could go on. This gem took everyone by surprise. It was my first foray into Eli’s mind-boggling storytelling capabilities, but wouldn’t be my last. And, on a personal level, it led me to a new, fantastic friend. I know I have quite a few followers in the BS fandom, so if you haven’t yet - this is a MUST READ. 

The Man Who Lived

Fandom: Harry Potter, Pairing: Harry/Draco, Rating: E, 253k words

If you feel any fondness for Draco Malfoy, or feel compelled by the messy, complex history that he and Harry share, you gotta read this. It takes place long after the events of the books (foregoing the epilogue, obviously) and right away picks up in a place you wouldn’t expect - in America, where Draco is living a decidedly muggle life. What follows is a nonstop dynamic ride: You’ll meet a genuinely authentic cast of OCs that you will get attached to. You’ll get drawn into the slowly unraveling mystery of how Draco’s life turned out as it did - and let me tell you, the answer is, at times, very grim. You’ll watch him and Harry go through a terribly cathartic process of understanding and forgiveness and healing, and you will come out the other side winded and bleary-eyed. There’s all the things you’d hope to find in a Drarry fic - snark, angst, and a ridiculous amount of UST, but more than anything this is a quintessential character study. Never has Draco Malfoy been painted as such a fully-formed individual. It’s incredible, and you won’t want to put it down.

The Crystal’s Song

Fandom: Rogue One, Pairing: Baze/Chirrut, Rating: E, 161k words

The crazy thing about my experience with this fic is that I had no interest in the ship, nor the fandom, before reading it. Like… none. Yet when I was done, I was obsessed. This is something that doesn’t happen to me often, if ever. But my god, this story was everything. I can tell you from experience that one needs VERY little knowledge of, or investment in, the Star Wars universe to enjoy this fic, as it stands completely on its own. Why? Because it’s an origin story. (…My god, is it ever.) If you’ve seen the movie, you already know that by the end of their lives, Chirrut is blind and Baze has lost his faith. But how? Beyond that, however, this is a story about soulmates, pure and simple. Watching this relationship flourish from a tiny seedling into a strong, mighty oak has got to be one of the most satisfying evolutions I’ve ever witnessed. Baze is, in turns, Chirrut’s mentor, his harshest critic, his biggest supporter, his friend, his lover. Baze himself is an amazingly complex man, Chirrut his stubborn counterpart. I don’t really know how to explain how good this fic is, but suffice to say, I cried. A lot. LIKE, A LOT. I SOBBED, MAN. More than in any of Eli’s other fics combined.

All Stories Are Echoes

Fandom: Skam, Pairing: Isak/Even, Rating: E, 123k words

This is Eli’s most recent success which I am so happy to see got major traction within the fandom. In fact, there’s even a Discord chat of enthusiastic Skam fans that have spent countless hours speculating about, screaming for, and dissecting this story, and it’s nothing less than this fic deserves. This is, again, a character study, but of the most introspective sort. Even, as any Skam fan knows, is a man living with bipolar disorder, and this fic doesn’t even remotely shy away from the difficult realities of that. Even is a character who is constantly in flux and struggling with his past, present and future all at the same time. The fic opens on an Even that has been estranged from Isak for four years, has only just moved back to town, and is walking with a cane. Affectionately branded “Mystery Fic” on Discord, Eli reveals information at a tantalizing pace, leaving you grasping for every breadcrumb. It also utilizes a brilliantly unique narrative structure that I don’t want to spoil here. You just gotta see it for yourself. This is a difficult story about a man who is desperately trying to regain control over himself and his life, and it can be hard to take, but it’s all the more rewarding for it.

Turn Away

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts, Pairing: Graves/Credence, Rating: M, 2k words

Okay, I’m cheating a little bit, because I’m not sure if Eli would even want this included on this list, but damnit, I’m including it anyway. This man, despite not even actually LIKING this ship, per se, has written three Gradence fics (posted on his side-AO3 account, lol) for no other reason than that he is AN AMAZING FRIEND. All three of them were written as gifts and all three of them turned out incredibly (much like everything Eli touches). But this one, short as it is, is probably my favorite. My comment on it is literally longer than the fic itself. This story was a result of a casual, flippant, half-joking suggestion that he should write a Gradence prison!AU, and 2 hours later, this masterpiece was born. If you have ever found Gradence to be a ~problematic~ ship, this is the fic for you. It explores, through the most intense, alluring, riveting prose, the damage that has been done to both of them due to Grindelwald’s actions. There are so many themes and messages crammed into this short piece, I can’t even begin to name them, but suffice to say, I was shook, and I can’t help but include this fic here.

All of the above fics are incredibly special to me and very close to my heart. They’re astounding, impressive accomplishments that any author would aspire to emulate, but certainly not ALL Eli has to offer. Check out his AO3 page! And please make sure to drop @e-sebastian some well-wishes on this, the anniversary of his birth.

Thank you for everything you’ve done, Eli, and though I’ve said it a million times it still holds true - I can’t wait to see what you do next.

“the words we’ve both fallen under” - fic

So, the people (aka @brynnmclean and @ladytharen) have spoken! They chose the queer Rogue One AU (Jyn/f!Cassian + Baze/Chirrut + Bodhi/Luke) for the Theoretical Fic, which was spawned by @therebelcaptainnetwork’s Friday prompt (“hope”). Like everything ever, it grew well beyond anything I anticipated. OH WELL.

fandom: Star Wars

characters: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor (as Cassia); Jyn/Cassian, implied Bodhi/Luke

verse: the queer Rogue One AU, of course!

length: 2k

stuff that happens: Jyn and Cassia after the bedsharing!

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anonymous asked:

67. “Of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck in an elevator with and it just had to be you.” jyn cassian if you want, please <3 or whatever you want your writing is amazing!

another installment of the rebelcaptain cop/thief au - set in the past

Interrogation rooms made Jyn anxious. She didn’t do well with that kind of pressure, the anger that set her teeth on edge and made everything she say sound either aggressive or sarcastic. It wasn’t an attitude cops liked. Feds hated it even more, their superiority complex kicking in. There were threats, but that didn’t bother her. 

Jyn Erso was already in prison. 

Their mistake was pulling her out of her maximum security cell and into their dinky office.

Immunity, they said, for the whereabouts of her father.

What father, she had asked. I have two of them.

Two terrorist cells, two very different upbringings. 

Galen Erso was who they were after.

I’m a thief, she said. What am I going to know about where either of them are?

Detective Cassian Andor’s grip was tight on her wrists as he pushed her into the elevator that would take them back down to the parking deck, to the armored van. No immunity, no commuted sentence. She wasn’t a very good informant, it was turning out. 

“You don’t know where Galen would be?”

It was the first time he talked in the two hour meeting. Local cop, it seemed, brought in for what? Assistance? Undercover, maybe. Who knew with uniforms. He was stony silent the whole time, a statue that watched her carefully. She definitely noticed that.

“Is this the plan? Get me alone, and suddenly I’m going to sing like a bird?” Jyn scoffed. “I haven’t seen my father since I was a little girl. Your intelligence says he’s alive, but I’d rather not think about that.”

Galen Erso had abandoned her to a terrible fate.

“Prison is a better option?”

His voice was soft, but not kind. He didn’t get it. She looked over her shoulder at him, one brow lifting. His expression was the same as it had been in the room. Impassive, observing. He wanted to know why she wouldn’t take the deal, and he probably thought she was protecting Galen.

“I can’t give you what you want.”

“I think you can.”

Jyn smirked at that, briefly, before letting it slide off of her face. Now wasn’t the time to make jokes. A mental countdown had begun. 



“What else do you think?”

“That we’re your best shot at freedom.”




The elevator screeched to a halt, and both passengers went tumbling in the dark that ensued. Jyn knocked her head against the wall, her legs sprawled over something much softer than elevator floor. Behind her, Cassian Andor grunted. 

“Fuck,” he muttered softly. She heard movement, his pants scraping against metal, and her legs were pushed off. “Power outage?”

“Now’s not the best time for this,” Jyn said, “but I’m claustrophobic.”

Silence, but she could feel his gaze on her. If she couldn’t convince him in the next two minutes to uncuff her, she would never be able to reach the emergency exit on this thing to meet up with her ride out of here. 

His cell phone lit up his face with an eerie glow. “Claustrophobic?”

“Just let me have use of my hands. There’s a door on top of the elevator. I bet we can jimmy the doors open.”

She licked her lips and took a deep breath, praying that she looked nervous enough. 


“Come on. You want me to work with you guys? Trust goes both ways.”

It took him longer than she liked to finally crack, but he pulled the key out of his pocket, and in a second, the cuffs clinked together as he took them off her wrists. “I’ll go first. The second we are–”

“Yeah, I get it.”

She didn’t make him any promises, of course. In a few minutes, she would gone, he would be nursing his wounded ego, and Galen Erso would continue to be one of the world’s shittiest dads.

As directed, Cassian went first, popping open the hatch and lifting himself out of the elevator onto the roof. She was more impressed than she wanted to be. A second later, he leaned down and held a hand to her. 

Behind him, a shadow moved. 

She took his hand. Warm, firm, rough skin. He liked to keep his hands in his work. 

He never even heard Chirrut move as he hit him in the back of the head. A crack resounded in the elevator shaft. Jyn frowned.

“Did you kill him?”

“Please. I’m better than that. Grab him as I push him back in?”

She didn’t want to risk killing a cop on top of prison break, so as her friend pushed his unconscious body toward her, Jyn grunted and lowered Cassian’s body to the elevator floor. 

“I’d say I was sorry,” she whispered in his ear, “but I’m not.”