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sometimes I wish for falling, wish for the release wish for falling through the air to give me some relief...
RebelCaptain Network Secret Santa 2024
Hi @astromechs!
I am your RCNSS! I am so sorry this is delayed - life was absolutely non-stop for me for the last month.
In reading your prompts, my mind latched onto the Regency AU. It's...definitely not the usual Regency AU, but I hope you like it!
Lusus Naturae
Whim of Nature
A lovely way to describe a not so lovely reality that Lady Jyn Erso finds herself living. In Regency England, a woman her age should be more worried about who to marry and setting up her household. But no, she gets to fight demons. And fight a growing attraction to the person who pulled her into this life - Lord Cassian Andor.
Inspired by Dark Days Club, by Alison Goodman.
Lusus naturae - YoukaiLuvr - Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) [Archive of Our Own]
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Together, on this beach
(Rebelcaptain appreciation week day 1 prompt: Significant Moments)
I would have loved to cook for you, on a beach like this.
Freshly caught fish, perhaps, cooked simply on a fire in a pit in the sand. No salt required as the sea lingers on their skins. Maybe a little pepper if we had some. The scent of the cooking brings you near and you watch as I turn the fish on their skewers, the skin blackening and popping a little with the moisture. I see the need in your eyes as you ask: “Is it ready yet?”. That same hunger in your eyes that first held me in their tight grip made literal here - and I catch a child-like gleam in them now as you bend nearer to look and to allow the sound and smells of my cooking to entice you. “You’re a man of hidden talents, Captain Andor,” you flirt, unashamedly, and I have to shoo you away as the need to just keep looking at you is too strong and I don’t want this meal to be anything other than perfectly cooked. But you keep coming back to where I kneel before the fire, distracting me by embracing me from behind and watching on, your chin resting on my shoulder, until the meal is finally ready. Then I watch you try to guzzle like a child, and you yelp when a bone pricks your mouth. And you also burn your tongue and your fingers too because you are so impatient and impetuous and run headlong into eating as you do into many things. And afterwards you start to lick the juices from your fingers and at the sight of that my own hunger becomes too much. We clean each other’s fingers, then each other’s lips.
We have strong appetites.
I would have loved to dance with you, on a beach like this.
To music of our own imagining, or drifting in from the distance because we are alone, together, as we dance on the shoreline. The water laps around our bare feet. The sun sets and the first stars emerge. The air stays warm, and we dance on. You like to lead, sometimes. I let you guide me, feeling your gentle but insistent support. I am strong and whole again, and your fingers feel good against the muscles of my arms as we dip and sway, and you trust me absolutely now. It ‘goes both ways’ - and so do we. Our movements are graceful, balanced, organic and united. We are like one being, perhaps some strange yet beautiful creature from the sea, come to shore this quiet night to flirt a little with the land. Who needs a ballroom on Coruscant or Chandrila and who needs fine clothes; your combat gear is as beautiful to me as any flowing gown, and far more real. And when we finally tire of dancing I will enjoy unwrapping you like a present I thought I could not possibly ever deserve again.
I would have loved to lie with you, on a beach like this.
Our only blanket, the warm night sky. Our bed, the sand: soft courseness, tactile, getting everywhere. You grumble “This will be shedding every time I shower for weeks,” and we laugh, easily, as if we have known each other for years. Enough phosphorence in the gently lapping waters to allow us to see each other, clearly. The softness of your skin, soothing on my scars. The softness of your eyes, soothing on my soul. Like the tide, we rise and fall - the rhythm of the waves in each movement. Sometimes a gentle sea. Sometimes a storm. Always in motion as one.
And we cry as we make love. Happy or heartbroken or both. I kiss the salt warmth of your tears as your body stiffens with another sweet climax, and your cries on each crashing wave of pleasure pull at my heart all over again and I weep too because all sex like this is built on the knowledge that this time, this most clear and beautiful ‘now’, might be the last. I had always had trouble, before, saying ‘goodbye’. As if never saying goodbye would keep goodbyes at bay, somehow. But now I know our final goodbye gives life meaning, and true beauty has sadness too amidst the pleasure. So we relish the before, and the after too, and each moment in between of the long warm night. The next moment and the next until the moments run out. And soon enough I don’t think, for each of those nows, of everything I’ve lost - but concentrate on what I’ve gained instead: the knowledge that I tried my best. Hope.
You.
I would have loved to sit with you, on a beach like this, and watch a sunrise.
And that, I have. We have.
Your arms are strong and supportive, and you have supported my soul as well as my broken body. In the elevator, you realised you were losing me and I wanted to comfort you, but I could hardly breathe for the agony and it was only the sight of you that kept me from fainting. But I wanted to see you without your own pain on your beautiful face and I could hardly stand it and almost wanted to look away, but I couldn’t and I didn’t. Feeling the life draining away I wanted the light of your face shining on me through the coming darkness. But I didn’t want to give you the pain of seeing my pain and I’m sorry that you did.
So in a way, seeing the blast and our clean, painless and mutual death coming… gives me strength again. I can comfort you, and myself, knowing this. I can rally myself one last time and give you what I know I would have wanted. The same message I needed, and didn’t get, on the beach at Niamos.
I give you the love of your father. My final gift of words.
You take it so gratefully, and gift me in turn with your hand, taking mine, and then the warmth of your embrace. And you hold me and support me again as you have held and supported me throughout this last vital mission, when I realised I could recommit to everything I believe and learn to love again through you and with you - side by side and heart in heart.
The Rebellion came first. We took what was left.
In this life, we couldn’t have more than this. But we have had this. We will always have had it.
So in my mind and in my heart, and in this universe and in much kinder ones… we will eat, dance, make love… and die in each other’s arms. It is what’s left. It’s ours, forever.
Together, on this beach, we have what might have been.
Path of Totality, Chapter 3
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enjoy this sweet and smutty treat, rebelcaptain fam. we deserve it. <3
so, so much love to @quarantineddreamer for constantly cheerleading me and generally being a sweet, sweet dear. love you so much, dear friend. <3
PREVIEW
Cassian will consider, later, that maybe they should have waited. That droid or not, the poor taxi driving them back to their bungalow (a much longer ride than last night) did not deserve that sort of behavior from their fares. But, he also considers that he and Jyn are not the first and most definitely will not be the last couple to comport themselves in such a shameful way that evening (or any given evening on this planet, really).
But, these were to be considerations for later, because all Cassian can think about are the sounds Jyn is making, muffled against her bitten lip in an attempt to be discrete. He wants to tell her it’s useless— there is no question as to what they are doing here in the back seat of this taxi to any passerby— but he is too mesmerized by her trying. Trying to hide what he is doing to her. The effort of her restraint, no matter how ineffective, is intoxicating to him. He is equally mesmerized by her expression as she comes. A wrinkled brow and open mouth and flushed sternum. How she feels, shivering and molten over his fingers and palm. He hadn’t been able to see her before, on the beach. He has to close his eyes, unable to take in such a sight any longer, and laves his tongue over the pulsing line of her jugular.
“Fuck… Cassian,” Jyn pants into his ear and both his ego and his cock swell with pleasure at how thoroughly wrecked she sounds. Her palm is hot and firm over his belly, dipping lower, fingers hooking under the waistband of his pants.
“Later,” he warns, nudging her hand away. “Almost home.”
She growls softly in frustration, nips at his chin and seals her mouth at the dip of his shoulder. The Spark flares red-hot and potent under the hard ridge of her teeth.
“We have to— have to check the datachip… before—“ He hisses in a breath, knocks the back of his skull hard onto the plastisteel backing behind his head in an effort to collect himself. Jyn’s hand, no matter his protestations, has found its way back to his crotch. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard in his life. It pains him to brush her away, but he has to, damn it all. “Jyn… before anything else.”
She detaches herself from his neck, frowns at him as she palms his cock through his trousers. It takes everything within him to not buck up into her, as shameless and wanton as a virgin boy. “First thing after we get inside, yeah?”
read it on ao3!
I wrote a thing -
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Welcome home Jyn
I finally finished my Rebelcaptain drawing. It was an endeavour but I am happy with the final project
I Didn’t Mind The Loneliness Before
Hi @doptimous, and Happy Holidays! Based on your Prompt “ I never mind being alone before you “, here is your RebelCaptain Secret Santa gift! I had fun your lovely prompt and I hope that you enjoy the fic! https://archiveofourown.org/works/28201176
Holographs on the Shelf
Brilliant cover and chapter banner art by @dasakuryo!
NOW COMPLETED!
Cassian licked his lips and leaned closer, nuzzling their noses together. “... nothing could keep me from you.” “Nothing,” she echoed. “Not even death.” This time she chewed on the corner of her lower lip, her gaze shifting to his mouth... her smile spreading and almost hurting her cheeks.
READ IT ON AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27767944/chapters/67974328
Written for the Big Bang! @dailyrebelcaptain