Jyn Erso/Cassian Andor - T - Chapter 1/2
Pre-Canon, Alternate First Meeting, however, Not NOT Canon-Compliant, Heist fic, Disguise, Hacking, Reluctantly In Cahoots, Unresolved Sexual Tension, in which our lonely angry intrepid ex-child soldiers circle each other like wary lothcats, and are in no way horny about it. no sir
And with a sharp, nearly imperceptible inhale, the man froze.
That bastard.
He wasn’t bloody supposed to be here either!
Jyn nearly said so aloud, and if she had, it would have come out admiring despite herself. But there were more important things to do. Like, for example, ducking under his barely-loosened blade arm, giving a vicious kick to his left insole, and darting back into the shadows, leaving the lanky fucker to the lothwolves.
or, a thief and a grifter walk into a vault.
HELLO wonderful @incognitajones, it's me, your RCSS!
Life has Lifed, as it is wont to do, so this is only Chapter One—keep a look out for Cassian's chapter and the conclusion of the shenanigans hopefully in the next week. It's been a real treat to work on this fic, especially as it's a gift for someone who's given so much to this fandom (and whose encouragement has meant so much to me!). Also a treat to hear about your baking adventures! I love fic exchanges!! Happy Winter!
Also, every single thanks to @brynnmclean, beta reader extraordinaire, for all their support and appropriately-timed cackling. Thank you also to the @therebelcaptainnetwork RCSS mods for making my first gift exchange a genuine delight. And thank you to this fandom who has welcomed me so warmly! Happy Gregorian New Year!
Ho Ho Ho 🎅 Santa wishes @dilf-din a Happy New Year! 🎉 May your life be filled with tenderness, love and romance in the new year🌟
I hope you like my gift. It was very exciting to make it because I really love your stories 🤍
Prompts: Comfort after battle; promising to take care of each other.
"... I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.”
I used your prompt “established relationship” and some of your headcanons for their post-war life to build a gifset, keeping the vibes warm and cozy. I ran with the idea of them building a home in a quiet planet and finding working with repairing things
wishing you a happy new year and I hope you enjoy your gift 🎁💕
Thank you so much!! It was beautiful and the vibe was very them!! I loved it!!
HAPPY NEW YEAR and here is your gift fic! you asked for Roommates/Neighbors, College AU, Angst with a happy ending, Fantasy AU, Recovering in the sick bay, and Fix-It, and I think I've got at least half of these prompts!
Inspired by a true story from my friend Treagus and my own experiences as a college student staying in dorms :)
There is something wrong with Jyn's thermostat.
She's checked the set temperature about ten times already in the past two hours and she's sure it's at 15°C, which is the minimum. The actual temperature it's showing, however, is 35°C. Thirty-five degrees! That's almost human body temperature. And it feels like it, too. She's already stripped down to a bra and shorts, and she's still sweating.
She's opened all her windows and it hasn't even helped. There's zero breeze. It's supposed to be winter, but her weather app says it's 20°C outside. It's absolutely ridiculous. Climate change and all that, she supposes.
It still doesn't explain why it's 35°C indoors, though.
She really doesn't have time for this. She has an assignment due in two hours, but it's way too hot to concentrate properly.
She jabs at the ‘set temperature’ button again and groans. Fuck student housing and its stupid broken shit.
Maybe one of her neighbours will know what to do about it. Even if not, the stairwell has to be cooler than her room.
She crosses the landing and knocks on the door opposite hers. No answer. Bodhi must be out.
Sighing, she troops downstairs. Is she imagining it, or is it getting hotter?
She raps on the door of one of the third-floor apartments, and thankfully, it opens.
“Uh, hi,” she says to the guy who opens it. She doesn't think she's seen him before, but then she doesn't really talk to anyone not on her floor anyway.
He looks at her quizzically.
“Um, I live directly upstairs. I think my thermostat's broken. I was wondering if you know what to do about it?”
“No, sorry. I just moved in yesterday,” he replies, frowning. “I'm here on exchange.”
“Oh,” she says, then it occurs to her to ask, “Is yours working? It feels kinda hot here too.”
He looks over his shoulder, presumably at his thermostat. “Yes, I think so.”
“What temperature do you have it at?”
“25,” he says.
“Oh my god.” Everything is clicking into place now. “Why do you have it at 25? That's hotter than it is outside! No wonder it's a fucking furnace in my room. Are you insane?”
“No. I'm just cold,” he snaps, scowling, and closes the door in her face.
“Dude!” she yells. What is with this guy?
She balls her hands into fists and stomps back upstairs. Screw this. She really needs to work.
She heads back upstairs to grab her laptop and makes a quick trip to the vending machine on the first floor for a cold drink. Alternating between taking swigs from it and holding the can against her neck, she balances her laptop on her knees in the stairwell between the first and second floors and tries her damndest to bang out something halfway decent. It’s still warm here, but it’s better than upstairs.
She clicks the ‘submit’ button three minutes before the deadline and waves her hands around in an attempt to dry off the sweat on them. At least this is done.
She shuts her laptop, tosses the can into the recycling bin, and climbs the stairs. Sure enough, it’s still 35 in her room. How is she going to get any sleep tonight?
Where is that guy even from and what’s his problem? Honestly, she didn’t even know you could turn the thermostat that high. She’d complain to the resident advisor, but he’s never in. This is what you get when you pick the cheapest apartment that can’t pay its staff. Next year, she’ll save on something else and rent a nicer place.
For now, all she can do is cuss the guy downstairs out while dabbing at her armpits with a damp towel. She’s a computing student. She can handle a night without sleep.
She spends the next day asleep in all her classes, but mercifully the temperature outside dips to 5 at night, and even if the floor is a little warm it’s a lot more bearable.
A couple days later, it occurs to her that she should probably apologise to Third Floor Guy. The weather is better now, and she’s getting used to the slightly heated floor. Being hot always makes her irritable and angry, but that’s not really a good excuse to be mean to some poor exchange student. She is under no delusion that she’s a good person, but she feels like she should try. After all, when she first moved in here two years ago, it helped that Bodhi was nice to her. She knows it’s partly because her dad told him to, but that’s fine.
She tells him as much over chips in his room, and he nods. “Yeah, I think you… you should. Doesn’t hurt to… be nice.”
“Now?”
“Yeah, okay. I'll… I'll leave the door… open. For moral… moral support.”
She takes a deep breath, reminds herself that it's normal if he reacts negatively, and troops down to the third floor.
Her hand hasn't even touched the door when she realises that it's been left a little ajar. She raps on the doorframe instead, and there is a soft, pained sound in reply.
“Hello?” she whispers, a little frightened. When she gets no answer, she pushes the door open.
Third Floor Guy is lying on the floor, and oh goodness fuck there is a lot of blood.
Shit shit shit shit shit fuck. She rushes to his side and touches his face. “Hello? Hello? What the fuck happened? Are you okay?”
He doesn't respond, and she looks around in panic, trying to figure out what he did to himself. There is a smudge of blood on the corner of the desk above him, and it looks like he hit his head on it. Holy shit.
“BODHI!” she bellows. “BODHI, CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE!”
“WHAT?” his voice echoes down the stairs.
Third Floor Guy has a head wound, and it looks like it's still bleeding.
“GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND CALL AN AMBULANCE!” She tries very hard to recall whatever first aid knowledge she has, and gets up quickly, grabbing the quilt off the bed and wadding it up, pressing it to the guy's head.
Bodhi comes crashing into the room. “Ambulance called. Ho… shit.”
“Yeah,” she replies. A thought seizes her. “Oh god, what if he dies thinking I'm an asshole?”
“Don't say that!” Bodhi snaps. “Is he breathing?”
She checks. “I think…?”
“Okay. Okay. How… how long—”
“They should be here in seven minutes,” she says. “If BBC Sherlock wasn't bullshitting.”
Bodhi stares at her and takes a deep breath.
“Don't you start hyperventilating, or I'm going to too and we'll use up all the oxygen in here.”
He breathes out. “Right.”
In a few minutes the room is awhirl with paramedics and Bodhi's looking like he really wants to get out of here, but she feels compelled to make sure this poor bastard is all right.
“I'll go with him. Help clean up later?”
Bodhi grimaces and nods.
She wedges herself into the ambulance with the stretcher and studies the pale, wan face atop it. He is dark-haired, moustached, and very thin. He looks ill, and small, and she starts to feel really bad about shouting at him for being cold.
“Will he wake up?” she asks the paramedic who's fitting an oxygen mask on him.
“Depends,” they say, and she wants to throw something.
They make her stay in the waiting area while they bring him to god knows where, and she paces nervously, then looks up a Wikihow article on getting blood out of carpet and texts it to Bodhi.
Will come back to help once he's ok.
Third Floor Guy ends up needing a couple of transfusions and a huge bandage covering one eye, but the stare she receives from the uncovered one when she's allowed to see him is very much alert and hateful and immediately makes her shift uncomfortably.
“I wanted to say I'm sorry,” she tells him. “And then I found you in a pool of your own blood.”
He continues to stare at her the same way, and she wonders if he didn't understand or he's sustained some brain damage from the fall.
“You're a university student?” a nurse asks him.
He nods.
“What's your name and major?”
“Cassian Andor. Political science and mechanical engineering.”
“Oh no,” Jyn moans. “He's still addled in the head.”
The nurse completely ignores her, checking this against a file they're holding. “No cognitive impairment,” they say. “You're all right,” they add over their shoulder as they leave the room.
“Seriously?” She can't help herself.
Cassian Andor shrugs. “Double degree.”
“I'm sorry—”
“They say I have iron-deficiency anaemia. Which is why I feel so cold. I never noticed because I come from a tropical country. It was a bad fall, but I got lucky. I'll get better.”
“Oh,” she says, feeling even more idiotic and terrible. “I am so sorry.”
“I'm sorry,” he says. “It's okay that you're hot.”
“Don't apologise. It makes me feel worse.”
But he turns his face towards her and gives her a small, lopsided smile that does things to her insides, and it registers in her head what he's said.
“Bodhi from my floor is cleaning your blood out of your carpet,” she blurts, because she can't think of what else to say.
“Okay,” he says, and his smile widens. He is a sight to behold, she thinks. The white bandage in his dark hair, the smile on his pale lips, the flirty joke despite the gravity of the situation.
“I'm not sure you don't have cognitive impairment.”
hello i'm back - it's your secret rcss gifter! ❄️🎁
was wondering if you would like me to insert maybe just one or few cassian's scenes (only his appearance) from *that* show (s1)? then the rest of the clips will be all from rogue one. it might help me to fit the theme i'm tentatively aiming for in one of these songs you listed :)
off-topic: your gifset for rc month in the 1st week was so stunning to see 😍!!! how did you personally get into gifmaking? really admired your skills 🫶🏼🥰
omg hello!!
yes you can add them, that’s okay by me!! I don’t mind it in visual forms let’s say, what bothers me more is the characterization and all that. I have used some footage from the show myself previously, everything to achieve the vision we want kdkdk
thank you, that’s so kind!! 🩷 I became interested in gifmaking because i always thought gifs are so interesting and beautiful and i wanted to learn now to do them myself. I started it back in 2023 and i hated the first stuff i did but I kept going!! @andorerso and @jack-abbot were two of my main helps and inspirations on my gifmaking journey
thanks for reaching out and I hope you have a wonderful week 🫶
Surprise, surprise, clefairymoon! I’m your secret RebelCaptain Solstice Swap gifter!
Your prompt included themes of hurt/comfort and softness from characters who don’t usually receive/give it… well, those are some of my favorites to express. There’s a lot of depth to be had there, and I hope this work conveys enough of it.
Here’s what was in my mind while drawing this for you: Years after Scarif, Jyn and Cassian are still very much involved in rebel alliance work, and that often means having to go on long assignments without the other. They’re used to stealing moments between missions, always feeling like they’re on borrowed time. Things they can’t seem to get used to? Saying “see you back home when the job’s done” even though they think saying a “final” goodbye is safer. Better to pretend like every farewell is the last than to promise a return and not make good on it, right? Right?!?!
Something like that. I initially planned on leaning more into soft feelings but when I got to sketching I kinda just tumbled into the hurt/comfort. I hope you don’t mind!
I wish you warmth and nothing but goodness in these final days of 2025. Hope to see you around! ~ Sasha/sashamini
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I'm screaming. It's perfect. It's EXACTLY the vibes I love the most! Thank you so much for the gift!!! I hope you also have warmth and goodness to round out your year, and I'm wishing you (and us all) a better 2026!
brb gonna stare at this ART for the rest of the day!!!!
