The golden weapons were made in the fires of the Golden Peaks. Only there can they be unmade. The weapons must be taken deep into Ninjago and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence they came… Or- or not. This works too I guess.
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Backstory:(Time-Period: Uprising in King’s Row) A few days ago Genji had pleasured Mercy in secret in the locker room after a training session with Tracer, this was a random act and Mercy had no idea Genji had such feelings for her.
It had been two days since the incident with Genji in the locker room… It plagued Angela’s thoughts every waking- and sleeping moment. She could hardly focus at work, and while adrift in sleep she could only think of those glowing red eyes and expertly skilled fingers. She had admittedly tried to touch herself in the privacy of her own room several times, but they could never satisfy her or bring her to the climax like Genji could. Her inner devil begged her to go back and satisfy her wild fantasies.
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The Lost Poet
The night was calm and the only sounds Alex could hear were
the crickets outside and the gentle hum of the car engine. He didn’t want to
get out of the car. He knew he should. He had Phillip waiting for him inside.
God knows that boy doesn’t listen to the babysitter when he tells him to go to
bed. And still, he couldn’t bring himself to open the door.
“I had fun,” John finally said. Alex looked at him and
smiling, feeling his cheeks turn the color of his hair. His curly-haired date
bit his lip and turned in his seat. “I know you said you’re not a first-date
kind of guy. But this is our third. So… can I-”
Before he could finish, Alex leaned forward and cupped his
face, pulling him into a kiss he’d been dying to give him. He never thought
he’d date again. He didn’t think he’d have the time or the initiative. It
hadn’t worked out once. He was married to his work as Eliza had put it.
And then John Laurens came along, finding his son when he’d
run off into the aisles. With a single look at him, Alex was a goner. Both of
their eyes were blue. But John’s eyes were deeper. Like an ocean. They were
bright and changed colors in the light. They were so alive. They took Alex’s
breath away completely. And the freckles that dusted his face. It looked like
someone had taken a paintbrush and splattered his face with it. He was a
complete work of art.
Kissing him felt like unlocking a completely new part of
himself. It felt real and whole and perfect. His lips were soft. He didn’t open
his mouth too wide, he didn’t try to shove his tongue into his mouth, he didn’t
try to control the kiss. It was gentle, slow, and oh so wonderful.
He pulled away and bit his lip as he rested his forehead
against John’s. “I’m looking forward to date four,” he whispered.
“Me too,” he answered, pecking his lips lightly. “You should
go. Babysitter will be getting nervous.” Alex chuckled and nodded. “Call me,”
he called after him.
Alex took a breath and walked to his door, unlocking it and
walking in. The babysitter was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his
phone. “Hey. Where’s Phillip?”
“I sent him to bed a while ago. I heard the television, but
I figured since it’s a weekend, I didn’t have to pry him away.” Alex smiled and
took out his wallet to pay him. “So… third date. Will there be a fourth?”
“Ah,” he chuckled. “Yes, hopefully,” he answered.
“What’s she look like? She’s this big mystery. You know
Phillip tried drawing her. Wondering what she looked like.” Alex swallowed and
furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly as he handed over the money.
“Okay. Uh, thank you. Have a good night.”
“You too,” he called after him. He walked down the hall and
opened the door to Phillip’s room where he was sitting up in bed, staring at
the door expectantly. “You’re supposed to be asleep, young man.”
“You weren’t home,” he protested. “When do I see her? Is she
going to be my new mom?”
Alex frowned and sat beside him, laying him down and tucking
him in. “No one is going to be your new mom,” he said softly. “Mommy is your
only one. And no matter who I go out with they won’t replace Mommy. And no
matter who Mommy goes out with, they’re not replacing me. Right?” Phillip
nodded, but Alex doubted he understood. “Go to sleep,” he murmured, leaning
forward to kiss his forehead.
His son smiled up at him and Alex felt his heart swell and
burst. God, he loved his kid. He loved him so much and even though he and Eliza
weren’t together, he wanted him to have them both. He wanted to give him the
world. He wanted everything to be perfect for him.
As he turned off the light and started to leave, Phillip’s
voice cut through the darkness. “Papa, you didn’t say when I get to meet her.”
Alex hesitated and sighed. “Not yet,” he answered. “Sleep.”
He shut the door before his seven-year old could ask more questions.
The next week, Alex and John settled on their fourth date.
John would be off work, Alex would be able to have a little wiggle room in his
own work and cases, and Phillip would be at a sleep over. The day couldn’t come
quickly enough. Despite talking on the phone and messaging each other, Alex
wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to see John
Laurens. He wanted to be able to reach out, touch him, be sure he was there.
He wanted to kiss him again.
But the day they were supposed to go, the Eacker’s called
and said their son had come down with a fever. When Alex called his usual
babysitter, he was disappointed to hear he wasn’t available. Then again, how
could he expect a teenager to sacrifice his Saturday night at the last minute?
With no one to watch after Phillip, Alex knew he couldn’t go
on his date. No matter how badly he wanted to see John again, he wouldn’t leave
his son with anyone else.
“Phillip,” he called. His son walked in wearing his Ninja
Turtle pajamas. “George got sick, so you can’t sleep over tonight.”
Surprisingly, Phillip looked relieved. “Oh good, he’s mean
and stupid.” He turned away and hopped onto the couch, fumbling with the remote
to watch television before grabbing a journal he liked to doodle in.
Alex scoffed and shook his head with a smile. Phillip was
Then the worst part: telling John. He took a breath and
called him, pacing in the kitchen, keeping an eye on Phillip. Part of him hoped
John wouldn’t answer. But of course, he did. “John, hi,” he breathed. “Um, some
things came up with the people I usually have watching Phillip. I can’t go
today. Can we maybe reschedule?”
“Is everything okay there?”
“Yes, of course. It’s just, the other kid got sick and the
babysitter isn’t available, so… I can’t leave him.”
There was a slight pause on the other end. And then, “Well,
what if I went over there? Would that be okay?”
Alex caught his breath and glanced at Phillip where he was
bent over a journal, scribbling furiously with his tongue poking out. “And…
meet Phillip?” he questioned.
“If that’s okay,” he answered gently. “It’s up to you,
Alexander. But I’d be more than happy.”
He swallowed and cleared his throat. “Okay,” he said. “Uh…
Phillip… he doesn’t… I haven’t… told… him….”
“That I’m a guy?” he finished lightly. Alex could almost
hear the smile in his voice. “That’s okay. It’s understandable. So should we
Alex looked over at Phillip who had suddenly been captivated
by the screen, a chewed pencil between his teeth. “No,” he answered. “No, I… I
want to see you. I just have to figure out how to explain this to him. I’ll
send the address.”
“I’ll see you soon,” he promised. Alex bit his lip and took
a shaky breath as he walked over to where Phillip was kneeling to write against
“What are you watching?” he asked.
“Descendants,” he answered. Alex raised an eyebrow as
colorfully dressed people danced and sang on the screen. “Wanna watch movies
“Yeah,” he answered. “Let’s get some popcorn.” Phillip stood
up and followed after him, insisting on being the one to climb a chair and put
the popcorn in the microwave. While it popped, Alex got a couple of sodas and
saw Phillip’s eyes brighten. “Yes, you get soda, but only one.”
screeched, pumping a fist in the air. Alex laughed and ruffled his hair. It was
Eliza’s brown, wavy with the ends curled. As they sat down to watch the rest of
the movie, there was a knock on the door. Phillip frowned and looked up at his
father. “Who is it?” he whispered.
Alex gulped and went to answer the door. John was standing
on the mat with a smile and nervous blush. “Hello, John Laurens,” Alex said
with a fond smile.
“Alexander,” he greeted with that sparkle Alex so loved to
see in his eyes. His eyes fell to the small child at his legs, peeking curiously
around him. “Hello there,” he greeted. He knelt down and smiled. “You must be
“Phillip, this is John. He’s….”
“I’m a friend,” John offered, smiling reassuringly at Alex.
Phillip furrowed his eyebrows and his eyes brightened with
recognition. “You’re the man who found me in the store! I didn’t know you were
friends with Papa.”
John smiled and nodded. “Yep, that’s me. I’m glad you
“Come on in,” Alex said ushering him in. “Do you want
anything to drink?”
“A coke is fine,” he answered as he sat on the couch. Alex
nodded and went into the kitchen. Meanwhile, John was glancing at Phillip who
was poking at his teeth after a handful of popcorn, eyes flitting from the
television to him. He noticed a paper on the table and pointed to it. “What’s
“Just writing,” he answered.
“You like to write?” Phillip nodded. “Like stories?”
He shook his head. “Poems. Like Shel Silver-something. And Jack
He smiled to himself. Shel Silverstein and Robert Frost. “Well,
you sure are your dad’s son,” he said softly. “Can I read it?” Phillip
hesitated then handed the paper to him. He scurried back to his popcorn, eating
The poem talked about a city. The cars and the sounds, the
people he saw every day. With the repeated verse, “In the city, in the city,”
every four lines. It was good for a seven-year old. It was observant. IT was
surprising. But of course, with someone like Alexander as his father, it made
sense Phillip would have some of his brain and skill.
He was smiling and when he glanced up, he saw Phillip’s eyes
dart away from him. “This is really, really good,” he said sincerely. “How many
poems have you written?”
Immediately, the seven-year old clambered over to him. “I
have a folder. I used to have a journal, but I always ripped the pages. They’re
not good sometimes.”
“Buddy, this is better than anything I could write. I’m a
Phillip’s eyes lit up. “You think I’m a poet?” He pulled
himself to his knees, very nearly sitting on John. “Like a real, for real poet?”
John chuckled and nodded. “Of course,” he answered. “And
when you grow up, I bet you’ll have a book of poems published.” Phillip smiled
so widely, John may as well have told him he won a million dollars to spend at
Chuck E. Cheese’s.
“You wanna see my toys?” he asked. He hopped off the couch
and pulled on his arm until John was following him to a room. He turned and saw
Alexander standing at the kitchen with a look of shock and a soda can in his
He followed behind them, staying at the door while John was
pulled to the floor. “Look, I have these cars,” Phillip said, tugging out a
fire truck filled with small cars. “I like to line them up in a super long
line. And with colors. This one is my favorite. I want one like this when I
grow up.” He held up a shiny red convertible with door that swung open. “But
this one is my most fastest,” he continued, holding up a blue impala. “Wanna
race? Or do you wanna look at my books?”
Alex leaned against the doorframe, smiling to himself as
John grabbed a car and leaned forward, preparing to race. The two of them began
to race their cars along the floor. John followed suit as Phillip made his car
jump onto the drawer and dresser.
“Whoa, hey wait a minute,” John protested. “You’re blocking
me!” Phillip giggled mischievously and continued to race his car, positioning
his arm so John’s would be able to pass. “That’s not fair!” John laughed,
abandoning his car and lifting Phillip up as he laughed uncontrollably. John
began to tickle him, causing him to shriek and kick as he laughed.
Alex’s smile was so wide, his cheeks hurt. “I wasn’t
blocking! You’re just a bad driver,” he gasped between laughter. John finally
relented and sat back with him in his lap.
“I am an awesome driver,” he said. He looked up and met Alex’s
eyes, his cheeks flushed from the laughter. “Right?”
“I’m going to have to side with my kid here,” Alex said
teasingly. John groaned and smiled at Phillip. “Your soda,” he said, handing it
over. John took it as Alex sat down on the floor with them. “We still doing
movie night, bud?” he asked his son.
“Yeah. Can we watch Avengers?” Alex nodded and Phillip scrambled
to his cabinet to grab the movie. “I want to sit with him,” he said, pointing
to John. Alex couldn’t fight his smile.
“Okay,” he answered. They left the room and Alex put on the
movie while Phillip sat on John’s lap with a bowl of popcorn on his own. Alex
turned off the light and sat beside John. The arm that wasn’t holding onto
Phillip was laying at his side. And as the movie began, his hand began to press
against Alex’s, making him bite his lip before interlocking their hands.
With Phillip distracted, Alex wasn’t worried about being
close to John. When the movie was almost over, Phillip’s head lolled and rested
against John’s chest. By the time the movie was over, Phillip had completely
knocked out, complete with an open mouth and light snores. John leaned into Alex
and smirked. “Is this how you look when you sleep?”
“What? No,” he scoffed. John hummed and shook his head
teasingly. “Hold on, let me get him to bed.” He stood up and extended his arms,
but John shook his head.
“I got him.” He stood, carrying Phillip like a sleeping
monkey to his room. Alex pulled back his bedsheets and John laid him down.
Alex tucked him in and started to leave, when he woke up. “Papa?”
Alex stopped and waited. “Will your friend come back? I like him. He’s fun and
The sleepy mumbles made Alex’s heart swell and he smiled at
him. “Yes, I think so,” he answered. “Go to sleep, son.”
“Goodnight, Phillip.” He kissed his forehead then started to
leave the room, taking John’s hand on the way out. He smiled at him and took a
relieved breath. “Well, he likes you,” he said proudly.
“That’s good to hear. He’s a great kid, Alexander. Smart.
And absolutely adorable.” Alex smiled and led John back to the couch. “Can I
ask you something?” He hummed and began to play with his fingers. “I know you
haven’t told him about the dates. But… I guess I’m wondering if you haven’t
told him because… you don’t know if we’ll work out or… if it’s because I’m a
guy. I mean… have you ever dated a guy before?”
Alex frowned and shifted. “I think it’s both. I don’t know.
Before, I didn’t really have time to think about dating. I just wanted to
finish school, go to college. Make my life different than most foster kids and
orphans that remain in the system. Then I met Eliza and… everyone sort of
expected us to be together. And I did love her. But I also feel like I wasn’t
completely in that relationship. Not because she’s a woman, but… because I didn’t
try. I cheated on her. I hurt her. And although it hurt when she left, I also
knew that it meant I could start over.” He sighed and looked at John in the
eyes. “I didn’t think I’d bother falling for someone again. Then you come into
my life and… now you’re meeting Phillip.” He leaned in closer and gulped
“John Laurens, I like you a lot. And it’s kind of scary if I’m
honest. But I don’t doubt what I feel just because you’re a guy. Trust me. I
want to try this out. I want to….” He broke off, not really knowing what to ask
much less how to ask.
But then, John leaned in and kissed him, removing his hand
from Alex’s so he could cup his face. “Me too,” he whispered.
The next morning, Alex was drinking a coffee at his table,
waiting for Phillip to come asking for food. He was still giddy and excited
over the previous night. Four dates weren’t a lot to go off, but then again,
that’s what official dating was for, right? Now it was just a matter of talking
to Phillip about the situation.
A few moments later, Phillip shuffled into the kitchen,
yawning widely. “I’m gonna get Coco Puffs,” he announced. Alex nodded and
watched him as he climbed onto the counter for a bowl and tugged the milk
gallon to the table with two hands.
Once he’d gotten his bowl of cereal and sat down to eat,
Alex cleared his throat and took a breath. “So,” he began. “What did you think
Phillip looked up and tilted his head. “I like him. He’s
super nice. He liked my poem!”
“Yeah?” he asked with a smile. He nodded and kept eating. “I
like him too,” he said hesitantly. “A lot. And… I was wondering if you would be
okay with having him come over more.” Phillip opened his mouth to answer, but
Alex stopped him. “Hold on, son,” he said. He took a breath and tried to put it
in the simplest terms. “He wouldn’t just be my friend. He’d be my boyfriend.
Are you okay with that?”
Phillip looked confused. “Boyfriend? You can do that?”
He nodded and bit his lip. “Some people do. There’s some
people who don’t like it, and they can be mean about it. But yes, he can be my
boyfriend. And I don’t care what anyone else thinks or says. Except for you,
Phillip. If you don’t want me to, then-”
exclaimed suddenly. Alex’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s why you said I
wasn’t getting another mommy, right? Because I’m getting another daddy? When do
you get married?”
His eyebrows went up and his mouth open as he stared at his
son. Eventually, he began to laugh nervously. “Oh, no Phillip,” he explained. “It’s
not… we’re not getting married. Right now, I just want to know if it’s okay
with you for him to be my boyfriend.”
“Oh,” he said, deflating. “Well, okay. I like him. I want
him to come over more and play with me. Oh, and he can go to open house! And
the school carnival!” Alex smiled and thanked whatever holy deity had blessed
him with such a perfect, wonderful son. If he failed at everything else, he
didn’t care. So long as he was a good enough father.
“I still think you should get married,” he mumbled. Alex
chuckled and shook his head.
*** 2 years later because I’m weak ***
“Papa, my bow tie is too tight,” Phillip whined.
“You’re just not used to it, son,” he said with a smile. “Where’s
the pillow? Remember you have to take care of that.” Phillip groaned and turned
away, heading to another room.
As he walked by, he saw his mommy standing with aunt Angie
and Peggy. “Sweetheart, where’s your father?” she asked when she saw him.
“Getting ready over there,” he answered. “I have to find the
“Come here, let me fix your hair,” she said reaching out.
Phillip threw his hands up to cover his hair as he ducked. “No!
Momma stop!” he whined. “I have to go.” She put a hand on her hip, but he
continued to the other room. “Daddy?” he called. He found him sitting on a
chair looking through his phone. “Daddy, my bowtie is too tight, and Papa won’t
let me fix it, and Momma says my hair needs to be fixed, and I can’t find the
John smiled stood from the chair, kneeling in front of him. “I
got you, little man,” he said with a smile. He loosened the bowtie and fixed the
shirt so it wasn’t to noticeable. Then he fixed his hair so it wouldn’t look
like a cowlick or a tangled mess. “And the pillow is with Theo’s flower basket.
It’s okay.” Phillip nodded and bit on the inside of his cheek. “What’s Papa look
“Fancy,” he said. “So, after today, you’ll be my daddy for
real, right? I mean, you are already because you go to my soccer games and my
spelling bees and my open house and you take me to school and buy me books and
food, but like for real, for real?”
John smiled and fixed his collar. “For real, for real,” he
answered. Phillip smiled and wrapped his arms around him.
“I love you,” he said. “I have to find the pillow now. I’ll
stay with Theo.” He turned away and rushed to find the flower girl.
Half an hour later, Alex was standing behind a door, waiting
to walk out and see his fiancé. He was anxious. It was strange to have his
ex-wife there, despite being on good terms. She got along well with John. And
Phillip loved him. John often teased Alex saying he was sure Phillip loved him
more than he did.
Finally, he was given the okay to open the door. His eyes
immediately found John across the room and the blue in them seemed to intensify
the second he saw him. Barely able to keep from running, they met in the center
and smiled at each other. John was dressed in blue and Alex in gray. There was
no doubt in his mind that this was what he wanted.
John was the only one who could calm him down when he was
overwhelmed with work. He was always there for him, talking sense into him when
his temper made him reckless. He cared for Phillip like he was his own. He was
perfect. He was everything Alex never knew he needed.
And Alex couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was as
they both walked down the aisle, hand in hand, all through the ceremony until
the last “I do.”
Later, at the ceremony, there were a few slow love songs
playing softly while food was served and people congratulated the newlyweds.
Then, Eliza’s voice echoed through the room. “Ah, there we go,” she breathed. “Okay.
Alex, John… congratulations. As your friends and as your family, we couldn’t be
happier for you. However, this wasn’t meant to be my speech. There’s a little
surprise that was supposed to come after dinner, but we can’t wait. Your son
has something he’d like to say. And just so you know, he’s been practicing for
this just about every day since you got engaged.” She smiled and looked at
Phillip who was standing and fidgeting nervously beside her with a paper in his
hands. “Phillip? Take it away.”
She handed him the microphone and Phillip shuffled, glancing
around as people looked at him. “Um, okay,” he said. “I wrote this for my papa
and my new dad.” He cleared his throat and looked at his paper. “My name is
Phillip, and I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it. And I just turned
nine, now I have a mom and two dads to call all mine.” Alex chuckled and smiled
widely at him. “I remember Papa being sad one day after another, then Daddy
found me in the store and everything got better. Now Papa smiles every day, and
I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Applause erupted, and John and Alex stood clapping and
smiling proudly. “Bravo!” Alex called. He hurried to walk around the table and
Phillip hopped off the stage to run towards him. Alex caught him in his arms
and wrapped his arms around him tightly. “I love you so much,” he said, his
voice thick with emotion.
“I love you too, Papa,” he said.
“That was amazing,” he said with a smile. He picked him up
and John came up beside them, pulling Phillip into his own hug.
“You really will be a famous poet one day, Phillip,” he told
him. “Thank you so much.”
Phillip smiled cheekily and hugged them simultaneously. “I told
you you’d get married.”
Series Summary: Cassian and Reader
Firsts – from meeting each other to the first time, first kiss, first fight,
first “I love you”, to their (first) last breaths (maybe…that might be too
Time Cassian and Reader have known each
other: 9 months
Prompt: Anonymous- “firsts” for cassian
x reader please?!? (like first date, first kiss, first fight etc) :-))
Author’s notes: Phew sorry I was hoping to have this up earlier but life…so here you go! All I have to say is KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS
KISS MY FAVORITE PART OF FANFICTIONS
since you had realized you loved Cassian your world had been different. You
felt lighter and lit up every time you saw him. Your heart would skip a beat
when his hand would brush against yours. And when he touched your back you
would lean into him as far as you could.
Though Cassian definitely
noticed how much happier and touchy you were being he didn’t say anything,
instead he would just smile and pull you closer.
you had finally admitted to yourself how you felt you still weren’t sure if you
should tell Cassian. Did you really want to ruin one of the best friendships
you ever had? Did you really want to risk losing the one person you loved more
than anything? Did he even love you back?
There was only one way to find out.
you went to find Cassian, a week after the
realization, you couldn’t find him. He wasn’t in his room, the mess hall,
the intelligence center, or even his (unused) workshop. Your last stop was the
ship was gone.
What? You knew that he didn’t have a
mission, because he hadn’t said goodbye, and Cassian always said goodbye.
asking around, you couldn’t get anyone to give you a straight answer. You
searched for General Draven or one of Cassian’s supervisors, but none of them
were on base as well.
the day passed, you grew more and more frustrated and began to see people
outright avoiding you, which only made your suspicions grow.
were finally able to corner General Draven, who had just arrived on Yavin 4 a
few minutes before. He informed you tersely that Cassian was on a covert
mission that was need to know only.
you could take out your anger on Draven, he was already halfway down the
hallway. Seeing as the last time your yelling had damaged his hearing, you
didn’t blame him.
days passed without any communication from Cassian. After refusing to call him
the first few days, because you were mad he didn’t tell you he was leaving, you
caved and sent him 7 messages within five minutes even though Draven had told
you Cassian wasn’t allowed any form of communication.
the days passed, your anger subsided. You knew it wasn’t Cassian’s fault and he
was just following orders, but you were annoyed and had to take it out on
someone. And that someone soon transferred onto an unsuspecting rebel.
rebels had become the focus of your annoyance for the past few months.
since you had become friends with Cassian you had been receiving more attention
on base. You used to be able to slide under the radar, but because of the base
wide bets and drastic declarations of love, people definitely knew who you were
first you didn’t mind the attention. Just hellos, small talk, and friendly
gestures, but over time it began to become more.
More meaning your fellow rebels began
asking you out.
would try to impress you with epic stories of their adventures and daring
rescues. Usually you were able to scare them off with a sly smile and a flick
of your gun. Sometimes when that wouldn’t work you’d look desperately to
Cassian, who would growl at them until they quickly scurried away.
was the probability that a new cocky pilot would join the rebellion the exact
week that Cassian was away?
new pilot was impressive. But he was
also cocky, arrogant, and annoying. And you had somehow caught his attention.
started gradually with him trying to talk to you and sitting next to you during
meetings. But it quickly grew to him bringing you food, trying to carry your
belongings, and constantly asking you to go out with him.
declined multiple times, but he wouldn’t give in.
knew that you were available. He told you that he had heard all the rumors about you.
weren’t sure what that meant, but it made things hell. He would act like he
knew all about you, he would bring you your “favorite” food or “favorite”
flower, but he never got one thing right.
Cassian was gone you had no one to complain to or help you scare him away.
instead of dealing with the problem you avoided it (like you did with
everything else). You would stealthily travel through the base to avoid him, peering
around corners, hiding in alcoves, and you even climbed into an air vent one
day. You had barely eaten, because every time you went into the mess hall he
would pop up, no matter what time.
he found out where your room was you took to hiding out in Cassian’s room.
was in his room that you came up with your master plan.
were going to kiss a guy to prove that you liked someone else and weren’t
interested in him.
Time to find a guy.
going through the list of men you had worked with in the past, you chose a
mechanic. He still owed you a favor after you had picked him up rare parts for
the R2 unit he was building.
shooting him a quick (desperately begging) message he agreed to meet up the next
day. You went to his workshop and you were somehow able to convince him of your
plan. He had laughed (for a little too long) and agreed before you could even
few days later you left Cassian’s room. Instead of ninja walking around like
usual, you walked through the halls with a purpose.
as you passed by the training room you heard someone scream your name, the pilot.
swiftly changed your direction and headed towards the hangar. The pilot
screamed your name again, but you pretended like you didn’t hear him.
you entered the hangar you frantically scanned the room, trying find your
There he was. Right next to his ship.
sighed steeling yourself, and quickly took off toward him. His back was to you
so he didn’t see you coming. Instead of calling his name, you just grabbed his
shoulder, turned him around, and kissed him.
second your lips touched his, he froze. At first he didn’t kiss back, which was
strange, so you pushed yourself harder against him, your hand reaching up to
pull him closer. His lips became soft under yours and his arms came up to wrap
tightly around you. One hand snaked around your back while the other rose to
weave into your hair, pulling you even closer to him.
you finally pulled back your heart stopped. It wasn’t your mechanic, it was Cassian.
whose face was the picture of confusion and longing?
both froze, Cassian’s arms still tight around you.
a beat, his arms slowly loosened and you quickly took two steps back.
you could even think about what to say your pilot “admirer” cleared his throat
behind you. Without taking another look at Cassian you turned quickly to face
apologized for “romantically” pursuing you and hastily sped away. You heard
Cassian snort behind you and was just about to turn around to face him when you
saw your mechanic friend walked into your view. He smirked at you and you threw
him a glare. Just as you opened your mouth to tear him a new one, Cassian
gently touched your back.
You whipped around to face him your face
you could even apologize for jumping him, he smiled, “Well, that sure was a
hell of a welcome home.”
sighed punching him on the shoulder, “Welcome home! Fuck, Cassian I didn’t even
know you left!”
now, don’t change the subject fierabrás.”
tilted your head, “Change what now?”
“Y/N. Come on. That kiss, I mean-“
Cassian sighed taking a step toward you, his eyes shining.
mirrored him by stumbling back a few steps, “Listen I just wanted to get that
guy off my back. I- I didn’t even mean to kiss you. I mean I was supposed to
kiss Beron, you know the mechanic? It didn’t mean anything.”
heart dropped as the light in his eyes dimmed and his body seemed to visibly
deflate, “Oh. I-okay then.“
plans to meet up later you both went your separate ways. Cassian looked as if
he had been kicked in the stomach while you felt completely broken.
could slap yourself. A week ago you had been ready to tell Cassian how you
really felt. Why had you wimped out? Now you had fucked it all up. There was no
coming back from this. How could you tell him now? This was for the best right?
But how could it be right not to be with him though? You couldn’t get the feel of his lips out of your head. All you could think about was how perfect they had felt on yours. How safe you had felt in his arms. How he had held you so tight you could still feel his hands on your body. How you longed to feel his lips on yours again.
But he hadn’t fought for you. If he had truly wanted you he would have told you. Right?