rogueonekink | ROGUE ONE KINK MEME: ROUND ONE

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There are no medical droids back at the base, only a tiny under-stocked infirmary staffed by a single tired-looking Sullistan woman. Jyn almost balks at that, but she forces herself to stillness on one of the narrow cots while Cassian suffers his ribs to be prodded gently, his bruised abdomen palpitated.

“Bruises only,” the doctor tells him in rapid, liquid Sullustese. “Nothing that won’t heal on its own, though it will hurt for some days yet. I’ll give you a shot for the pain, but unfortunately we’re short on bacta—”

“Save it for those who need it,” Cassian says, pulling on the soft white infirmary smock she hands him. It makes an odd contrast with the grimy, blood-encrusted pants he’s still wearing. The doctor gave him clean pants, too, but of course he’s not going to change with Jyn in the room, no matter that they’ve stripped down in close quarters on half a dozen missions by now, with only the thin privacy of turned backs.

Probably, she should have waited outside, but she knows if she leaves now, she won’t be able to resist the impulse to cut and run.

“Very well,” the doctor says. “If the pain becomes worse, or if there is any blood in your urine, you will come back. Yes?”

“Yes, fine,” Cassian says. He’s still holding himself tense, elbows tucked in close to his body, shoulders tight. “Can I go now?”

“You can go,” the doctor says, after a long moment. She waits until Cassian slips off of the table and retreats out of the room before turning to Jyn. “And you, Sergeant Erso? Are you experiencing any pain?”

“No,” Jyn says, honestly enough. She’s sore and tired and she feels filthy enough to peel her skin off, but nothing they did to her actually hurt much. That makes it worse, in a way. Pain would be a good distraction right now. She wraps her arms around her ribs, fingers gripping the rough, grimy fabric of her shirt. “I need emergency contraceptives.”

The doctor’s face betrays no surprise, beyond a single slow blink. Why would it? Rape is a common enough torture method, especially out here on the Rim where the Empire and their antiseptic methods of causing pain are less prevalent. Unlike Imperial officers, slavers don’t mind getting their hands dirty. Or someone else’s hands, in this case. “How many? And what races?”

“Just one. Human.”

“And Captain Andor?” Jyn freezes, but when the only expression she can read on the doctor’s broad, jowled face is concern. “If he was attacked as well—”

Oh.

Yes, she thinks, because he was, but not in the way the doctor thinks. Not in a way that leaves marks. “No,” she says instead. “They didn’t touch him.”

That much is true enough, anyway. She accepts the pills the doctor hands her in a fold of paper, the cup of water that tastes of stale metal and chemicals, the inoculation packet. She believed Cassian when he said he didn’t have anything— he’s a liar, but not about things like this, and anyway, he lives like a monk— but it’s better safe than sorry. And explaining that she doesn’t need it will probably result in more questions than she wants to answer.

She flatly refuses a pelvic exam, accepts the clean clothes that the doctor digs out of storage, and escapes to the darkness of the hallway as soon as she’s able.

It’s well into this planet’s night-cycle, which means that the base is nearly empty, thank the Force, and she makes it to the barracks without any awkward conversations. The accommodations are primitive and privacy clearly wasn’t a major factor in their design, but Jyn has definitely slept in worse.

She’s half-afraid that she’ll run into Cassian in the public ‘fresher, but either he cleaned up quick or he didn’t bother at all; the narrow, dingy, tiled room is empty. She chooses a stall with a clear view of the door over the low privacy screen, stands under the steaming spray until an alarm blats at her, warning her that the hot water allotment is almost out and startling her out of an exhausted daze. Her skin is pink and fresh when she pulls the scrubs on, but she still feels as filthy as she did when she walked in.

She leaves her dirty clothes on the floor. The cleaning droids will either have them washed or throw them out; either way, she can’t bring herself to touch them.

Out in the barracks, the flimsy screens do next to nothing to muffle the sound of several dozen snoring beings. There’s an unoccupied bunk shoved against the exterior wall, where she’ll be able to hear machinery clanking all night long, and Jyn flops into it with a sigh. Nightmares are an old companion, and between that and the noise she isn’t expecting to doze off anytime soon.

She’s asleep almost as soon as her head hits the pillow, and if the night haunts follow her down into her dreams, she’s too exhausted to heed them.

They're so in-character: Jyn using anger as a coping mechanism, Cassian taking refuge in the practical details of contraception and medical exams (and self-punishing, by refusing pain meds?), and both of them much more deeply hurt than they're trying to let on. This fic hurts so beautifully.

This is so, so good.

I love the agony and the pain. The suffering is great.

ROGUE ONE KINK MEME: ROUND ONE

FILL: it's a small crime (Cassian/Jyn, non-con, fuck-or-die aftermath) 3/?

Re: FILL: it's a small crime (Cassian/Jyn, non-con, fuck-or-die aftermath) 3/?

Re: FILL: it's a small crime (Cassian/Jyn, non-con, fuck-or-die aftermath) 3/?

Re: FILL: it's a small crime (Cassian/Jyn, non-con, fuck-or-die aftermath) 3/?