rogueonekink | ROGUE ONE KINK MEME: ROUND ONE

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It’s a small base, and there are no ships leaving in the next day, or at least no ships with the room to let her deadhead to Hoth. Two shuttles are heading out to Siroh, and she considers trying to con her way onto one of them, but doesn’t. The situation down there is delicate, and she’s in no shape to handle delicate right now. After everything they went through to get the intel out, it would be a shame to blow the mission now because she lost her temper and started beating the shit out of some random Imperial guards.

She spends the rest of the morning helping Bodhi flush the lines on his shuttle, but after the third time she nearly sticks her hand in the intake manifest, he gently but firmly tells her to get out of his hair and go get some sleep. It’s good advice that she has no intention of following; when she was on her own, it would have been suicidal to run as close to empty as she’s been doing, but the safety in numbers is a double-edged blade. She doesn’t really need to sleep, so she can’t.

She finds herself wandering the base instead, a twitchy, restless energy churning under her skin. She’s seen neither hide nor hair of Cassian since the debriefing, but she avoids the strategy room, the gym, the mess, and anywhere else he’s likely to be, just in case.

It’s not the most mature way of handling the situation, she’ll grant that much. But she has no kriffing idea how to fix this, or if it’s even something that can be fixed. She’s been alone for years, on the run for most of that; the time it takes to repair something that’s broken like this isn’t a luxury she’s ever had, and even now, her instinct is to flee. There’s a part of her that never wants to see Cassian again.

Problem is, there’s another part, a bigger part, maybe, that still wants him. That still wonders what it would be like to kiss his crooked mouth, to strip him out of his clothes and touch him properly, to show him how she likes to be touched. It’s probably perverse, after everything that’s happened, but it’s still there, and that may be what scares her the most.

K-2SO finds her sitting on the edge of the landing pad, tossing bits of crumbling concrete into the barren plain several hundred feet below. The air is thin and dry on the outside, and sound carries. She hears the droid’s distinctive, clunking footsteps from fifty meters away, but doesn’t turn until its shadow looms over her, blocking out the cold sunlight.

“What?” she asks.

In response, K2 holds out a slightly squashed ration pack. “Here. Eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” Jyn says, and turns back to the desolate view of rocks and scrub grass.

The ration pack lands on her lap. “I was told to make sure you ate this.”

“What if I don’t?” Jyn asks, genuinely curious.

“The mission parameters allow for me to force-feed you. I calculate a reasonably high probability that I could do so without breaking your teeth.”

“I doubt that,” Jyn mutters, but she tears the wrapping off all the same. The ration bars are gritty and tasteless and weirdly, comfortingly familiar, and after two bites her stomach wakes up and reminds her that she hasn’t really eaten anything since the shuttle ride back yesterday. Heedless of good manners— it’s not like K2 would care, or even notice— she devours the rest of the bar, dropping crumbs onto the loose panel of her shirt, which flaps annoyingly in the cold breeze. She bats at it, irritated. “I don’t suppose you’ve got a sewing kit handy, since you’re so set on hovering.”

“No,” K2 says, and cocks his head. “But Cassian does. He was the one who sent me after you, anyway. He wants to see you.”

Her heart thumps sharply in her chest at the mention of Cassian’s name. “Really.”

“That’s my assessment. He says otherwise,” the droid says, and turns to leave. After a few steps, it pauses, turns back, and adds, “He’s in the barracks. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

Thoughtfully, Jyn finishes her other two ration bars, brushes the crumbs from her clothes, and stands.

***

The barracks are small, and it doesn’t take her long to find him. His bunk is tucked in an out of the way corner, identifiable only by the familiar, battered packs on the floor just inside the privacy screen.

It’s quiet in here this time of day; everyone else has work to do, so there’s nobody around to see how long it takes her to get up the courage to rap gently on the frame of the screen.

A low curse, the sound of boots hitting the floor, and then Cassian is yanking the screen aside impatiently. When he sees her, whatever blistering comment he was about to make visibly dies in his mouth. He rocks back slightly on his feet. “Jyn.”

“Hi,” Jyn offers. Her worn shirt is a soft, heavy weight in her arms, and that’s good; it keeps her from twisting her hands nervously together. “Can I come in?”

For a moment, she thinks he’ll refuse. His eyes flicker past her to the empty barracks, and then he sighs, and nods, and steps aside to let her pass. The covers on the bed are rumpled but not pulled back; he wasn’t sleeping. A datapad rests on the pillow. Other than that, the small alcove is as blank and impersonal as her own. “What do you want?”

“I want— I wanted—” She stops, clears her throat. Cassian is just watching her; his expression is impossible to read, but it makes her feel like an insect pinned under a microscope. Finally, she says, “I wanted to know if you have a sewing kit. K2 said you did.”

He blinks. “What?”

She lifts her chin to meet his eyes. “A sewing kit. Do you have one?”

“I…” His brow furrows, and he shakes his head. “Yes, of course. Why?”

“The fastener on my shirt tore.” She hefts the bundle in her arms as proof. “My pack was at the cantina, where they… anyway, it’s all I have to wear other than scrubs until we get back to Hoth, so I’d rather it didn’t fall apart. So I need a sewing kit, and I don’t have one.”

The expression that flickers across his face is almost a smile, gone in an instant but leaving something softer in its wake. “A sewing kit,” he says finally. “Alright.”

“Thanks,” Jyn says, as he turns to lift his pack onto the bed and begins rooting through the contents. “I should keep one on the base, but I’m not much of a seamstress, to be honest.”

Cassian straightens, a battered, lumpy roll of ripweave fabric in his hands, hesitates for a long moment, then says, without looking at her, “I could fix it for you, if you want.”

Now it’s Jyn’s turn to blink at him. “What?”

He shrugs, clearly aiming for unconcerned and missing it by several light-years. His hands turn the roll of fabric over and over, something clinking metallically inside. He’s fidgeting, she realizes suddenly. “I fix mine all the time, and you already have it with you.”

Jyn swallows, feeling something warm settling behind her ribs, and nods. “Okay. I mean, if you don’t mind. Thank you.”

I'm so glad that at least now they can talk and look at each other again even if it's about insequential things. I love the delicacy of this fic.

God, this is SO good. You're an amazing writer!

This fill continues to slay me. Cassian fidgeting, oh my heart, and K2 meddling is the best.

Bless K2. This fill is killing me in the best possible way.

ROGUE ONE KINK MEME: ROUND ONE

FILL: it's a small crime (Cassian/Jyn, non-con, fuck-or-die aftermath) 6/?

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Re: FILL: it's a small crime (Cassian/Jyn, non-con, fuck-or-die aftermath) 6/?

Re: FILL: it's a small crime (Cassian/Jyn, non-con, fuck-or-die aftermath) 6/?