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Loki in library  📚 📑 📖

*sobs*

Cassian coming back for jyn.

We’d like to volunteer.

(x)

cassian: you look pretty tonight

jyn: what

k2-so: he said you look shitty goodnight

Cassian: The stars are beautiful tonight.

Jyn: Yeah.

Cassian: But do you know what else is beautiful?

Jyn *blushing*: What?

Cassian: Yo-

K-2SO: Me.

Somehow she found herself closer to Cassian than before, her breathing matched his, or his matched hers, deep and steady.

to die will be an awfully big adventure — j.m. barrie, peter pan

me living a normal day:

remembers rogue one:

"Get out before I suffocate you with hairspray." - this totally made me think of a rebelcaptain Broadway AU :O also if you post on ao3, my username is starsniper :) psst congrats again and you're wonderful for doing these!

DID YOU JUST SAY BROADWAY AU. Really, though, you have no idea how happy mentioning “Broadway” makes me, little long giving me the excuse to write about it, so thanks for that excuse ;) Thank you so much for the prompt and for following :) 

So I just lovingly threw these two into my personal favorite Broadway ship-that-never-sailed: Les Mis’s Marius Pontmercy and Eponine Thenardier :) The opening lyrics are from “A Little Fall of Rain”, Cassian sings “A Heart Full of Love”, and Jyn finishes with “On My Own”! (And I’m completely biased, but I would suggest listening to them!)

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You’re here, that’s all I need to knowAnd you will keep me safeAnd you will keep me closeAnd rain will make the flowers grow.

“Jyn,five minutes.” One of the stage hands – Luke, maybe? He’d been there less thana week so Jyn wasn’t sure – pokes his head into her dressing room to give herthe warning.

“Thanks,darling,” she replies absently, dusting blush over her cheeks. Her makeupartist would likely flip, not in a good way, if she saw Jyn doing her own touchups, but Jyn likes the finished project to have her own touch and flair.Staring into the mirror, Jyn takes a deep breath to steady herself; she may bea veteran of the stage, but stage freight knows no limits.

“A heart full of love, a heart full of song,”a voice sings from the hallway. Jyn feels the tension in her shoulders drain asCassian Andor appeared in the doorway to her dressing room. “I’m doing everything all wrong.”

“Yes,my dear Marius, you are,” Jyn tsks athim, though a smile plays on her lips. “Because you should be singing thosewords to your precious Cossette. Eponine is far too lowly to capture yourfancy.”

“Ah,”Cassian walks into the room, stopping just behind her chair, his hands restingon her shoulders. “Then they should have chosen you to play Cossette, my love.”

“Tobe helpless in my love?” Jyn scoffs as she applied her final coat of neutralcolored lipstick. “I’d much rather die on the battlefield by your side thanstay away from the action.”

“ThenMarius is stupid. Such a woman clearly shines brighter.”

Theireyes meet in the mirror and Jyn cannot stop herself from getting lost in hisdeep brown eyes. The beard Cassian grows between productions has been shavedoff and his normally messy hair has been tamed with gel to transform CassianAndor, actor and singer and her beautiful lover, into Marius Pontmercy, astudent and revolutionary and her unrequited love. Jyn sees much more ofherself in Eponine – a girl raised in rags who dreams of an escape and a chanceat love – than Cassian in Marius, but he slips into the foreign skin so easily,the true mark of a great actor.

Shespins in her chair to face him, his face now centimeters from her own. “Notevery man can be as smart as you, my love.” Jyn can feel, more than see,Cassian’s answering smile as he presses a quick kiss to her freshly paintedlips.

“Two-minutewarning!” Another stage hand shouts from the hallway. “Places, everyone!”

Jyngives Cassian’s shoulder a quick shove. “Getout before I suffocate you with hairspray.”

“Yes,ma’am,” Cassian salutes, joining the rush of actors in the hallway heading onstage for the second act of their production of Les Miserables.

Witha quick flick of hairspray over her messy curls, Jyn follows them, singingunder her breath.

“All I see is him and me,forever and forever…”

Congrats on the follower milestone!!! Could I maybe, sort of, kind of have a drabble for rebelcaptain; “Shut up, it’s fine, just chill, we’re fine, I’m fine, everything is cool, everything is good! We’re chill, nothing is happening and I am not freaking out, not at all, we’re FINE.” I'm vaultfox on AO3 as well :D

Ahhh I’m so glad you chose this prompt, honestly. Sorry for the wait over the weekend, but hopefully you enjoy! I am so thankful I met you through this blog :))

I lowkey consider this in the same universe as Our Little Song, but you don’t need to read that to understand!

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“Alright,” Jyn finished pulling on her boots and stood from thebed, smiling at Cassian. “I’ll just be a few hours. I assure you that you will be fine.” She gave him a stern look. “But,if you two are not both in perfect working order when I return, I will havewords for you.”

Cassian gulped. “Yes, ma’am.”

Walking to the foot of the bed, Jyn kneeled down, eye level withthe crib there and the child that rested inside. She smiled, the soft gestureCassian had only seen her wear since their daughter was born, and ran herfingers over the baby’s soft tufts of dark hair.

“Careful,” Cassian warned, “You’ll wake her.”

Jyn smirked at him. “But then it would be your job to get her backto sleep.”

Cassian raised an eyebrow at her. “Exactly.”

She laughed and pulled her pack over her shoulder as shestraightened. “The great Cassian Andor, defeated by his one month old daughter.Wait until I tell Leia,” Jyn teased.

“Weren’t you leaving?” Cassian reminded her, his lips pursed intoa thin line.

“I’m going; I’m going.” She leaned down to give him a quick kissbefore adding, “You’ll be fine, Cassian. I believe in you.”

Watching her walk away, Cassian wished he could believe that too.

Cassian’s original goal while Jyn traveled to the local villagewas to stay quiet. After all, Lyrahad only just fallen asleep minutes before Jyn left; perhaps, if nothingdisturbed her, she would continue to sleep, warm and snug in her blankets,until Jyn returned.

But when had Cassian ever been lucky?

Ten minutes after Jyn left, a loud wail startled Cassian uprighton the couch where he attempted to doze. So much for hoping Lyra would sleepthe afternoon away.

Cassian crept into the bedroom and knelt beside the crib. Hisdaughter continued to cry as Cassian ran a finger over her scrunched-up face.Her tiny hands curled into tight balls as her father attempted to shush her.Careful with her tiny, delicate body – Cassian often felt he had handled bombsless fragile than her during the war – he brought her to his shoulder, his handcradling her head.

“Lyra, mi amor, I’mright here,” he cooed into her ear, gently rocking back and forth.

And yet the screams continued.

Cassian continued down his mental checklist of baby care: herocked her, fed her, changed her; nothing quieted her distress. As the minutesticked by, Cassian glanced more and more often towards the door, hoping, praying for Jyn to walk through thedoors. What if something happened to Jyn; what if something was horribly wrongif Lyra; what if…

“Shut up, it’s fine, just chill, we’re fine,” Cassian muttered to himself, still swaying Lyra back and forth in hisarms, “I’m fine, everything is cool,everything is good! We’re chill, nothing is happening and I am not freakingout, not at all, we’re FINE.”

Like Cassian had muttered magic words, Lyrastopped crying. She leaned back to gaze at her father’s face, cheeks still abright red, eyes glistening with tears, but miraculously silent. She hiccuppedonce, twice, and opened her mouth again – Cassian braced himself for thescreaming to start again –but she only gave a deep exhale and settled intoCassian’s chest, nuzzling her face along his collarbone.

Cassian struggled to keep the confusion off hisface as her breathing evened out. He had no logical explanation for what hadcalmed his daughter, but, Cassian reasoned, half of parenting is simply pureluck.

Cassian: Alright, so you and I are married.

Jyn: We are not married.

Cassian: Relax, it's just pretend.

Jyn: I don't wanna pretend.

Cassian: Scared you'll like it?

Jyn: Okay, if we're married, I want a divorce.

Han: Are you two always like this?

Jyn and Cassian: Yes.

“I’m being forced to go to a poetry reading by this visiting author i’ve never heard of and i’m waiting for it to start when you sit down next to me and i try to make conversation, and yup, you’re the fucking author” au

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Jyn needs to pass Latin American literature in order to graduate next month.

And she is. Kind of. Well, almost.

She will be passing once she gets her extra credit points from attending this goddamn poetry session.

She’s never been quite the best at analyzing literature or writing essays or poems or anything of that kind of sort (she’s a maths kind of girl or more specifically, a programming kind of girl), much less anything past British literature. But she needed to knock out her goddamn global cultures and writing flags before she graduated, so she figured the class could kill two birds in one stone.

The only minor problem being that, her stone was not killing either birds, figuratively.

Which is how she finds herself at some dumb poetry reading by a Mexican author of sorts who is supposedly an alumnus or grad student or other at Yavin University of which her professor could not stop going on and on about because one of his former students was published—and really, Jyn can’t help but roll her eyes to the back of her head.

It’s a bloody poem, Christ, not a cure to cancer.  

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She didn’t know if Cassian really understood, but he said, “Welcome home,” and she knew she was.

“ Stardust …”

I feel like the characters from Rogue One need more hugs, Yes?

I can’t wait for Rogue One to be released on DVD/blue-ray so I can experience deep emotional anguish time and time again from the comfort of my own home.

Remember, a Jedi’s strength flows from the Force. But beware: Anger, fear, aggression - the dark side, are they. Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny. Luke… Luke… do not… Do not underestimate the powers of the Emperor…or suffer your father’s fate you will. Luke… when gone am I, the last of the Jedi, will you be. Luke… the Force runs strong in your family. Pass on what you have learned. Luke… There… is… another… Sk… Sky… walker…

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Wonderful girl. Either I’m going to kill her or I’m beginning to like her.

I’ve been recruiting for the Rebellion for a long time.

I passed through Canary Wharf tube station today & I couldn’t resist.

                         “ sometimes you gotta RUN before you can WALK. ”

riz ahmed as tony stark    —    ( insp. )

I know.

I have a very bad feeling about this.

Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope (1977).

(insp.)

someone: *mentions star wars*

me: