#vaultfox

[delborovic]

Star Wars crossover pic that I drew for the amazing @jyner-sew for her birthday earlier this month!! her fav SW laydees ♥ 

[therebelcaptainnetwork]

Hello RebelCaptain shippers!

We’re happy to continue our Birthday Project, where every month we post the members’ birthdays of the month. We hope you will join us in wishing a happy birthday to these awesome people!

This April, please celebrate:

@thereigning-lorelai  – Apr 1

@theresanewworldcoming  – Apr 2

@bluestockng – Apr 7

@lifeauthoredbymusic – Apr 11

@aurorstonks – Apr 12

@ohstardustgirl2 – Apr 16

@vaultfox – Apr 16

@kotaface – Apr 23

@fukamidori-chan – Apr 25

@ibonekoen – Apr 30

Happy birthday to you! Please remember to send birthday love to your fellow RebelCaptain shippers :) ♡ ♡ ♡

(If you’re a member and want us to celebrate your birthday, please SEND US AN ASK! )

[jeeno2]

"fever" and "holding hands" for rebelcaptain?

Jyn wakes with a startto the feel of Cassian’s cool, cool palm against her forehead.

He frowns, and takes his hand away far toosoon.

“You have a fever,” he says, the wordsclipped, his jaw clenched. “It’s very high.”

Jyn struggles to situp so she can protest his diagnosis – because she isn’t sick; she can’t be sick, there isn’t time – but he’squicker than she is. No sooner does she get herself halfway propped up againstthe pillows than he’s at her side, easing her back down again.

“Stop it,” she mumbles. “I’m okay.” Butin all her moving around the blankets have fallen to her waist and now herteeth are chattering, belying her claim.

“I won’t stop,” Cassian replies curtly. “Andno, you are not okay.”

He sits down beside her on the narrow bed, thebony crest of his hip pressing up against her side.

“Don’t you have someplace you need to be?” she asks. Because he must. A glance at the clock tells her he’s been back from hismission less than two hours. Draven must be chomping at the bit to get him intothe debriefing room.

“I do,” Cassian agrees. He takes her hand inhis, and she shivers at the sensation of his too-cool fingers interlacing withhers. “It’s right here.”

Jyn doesn’t have the strength to argue thepoint further, and she groans miserably in spite of herself.

“Oh, Jyn.” Cassian stretches out on the bed and wraps his arms around her.  Only when she buries her face in his neck does she feel his body begin to relax.

He chuckles softly. “I’lladmit this is not the post-mission reunion I’d hoped for,” he murmurs, tuckingan errant lock of her hair behind her ear.  “But I’m here.”

Jyn mumbles something incoherent in responseand is asleep again in seconds.

When she wakes in themorning he is gone, the faint but unmistakeable scent of his soap still lingering on her pillow.

[thenewleeland]

I just wanted to pop in and say that you are AWESOME. You've been so supportive of my fics and commenting and it just means alot :) thanks for being amazing, and I'm glad you decided to join this hellsite even though I warned you :D

Oh my, you have me blushing. I feel like commenting, even if it’s just a few words, is the least I can do to show my appreciation.Ah, well, I once said “Tumblr is dark and full of terrors” and I never thought I’d see as much naked Diego as I did, but I also met a ton of amazing people like you and finally got the motivation to write myself, so it has been definitely been worth it and I’m grateful you set the wheels in motion for this to occur. :)

[jenniferjuni-per]

#12 for rebelcaptain :D

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

The stormtrooper pushed Jyn into the cell with a hard shove, and before she could whip around and return the favor, the door closed shut with a whoosh. She cursed as she turned into the darkened cell, before promptly tripping over something soft at her feet. She went down with more muttered curses, but when she went to feel for what she had tripped over she gasped. She would recognize the worn leather of that Alliance-issued jacket anywhere, and the stubble that graced his chin.

“Cassian!” She shook him lightly by the shoulders, but there was no response. They’d spared her in their interrogation, clearly they hadn’t spared him. Jyn seethed.

“I’ll kriffing kill those bastards,” she spit out through her teeth, as she felt him for any serious injuries. The light was faint enough so she could see his outline, and she examined his face as best she could. She was relieved to see no major injuries, a cut above his left eye that a bacta patch could easily handle, and no broken bones as far as she could feel. She shook him again to try and wake him, wanting to make sure he was well, but also not wanting to be alone in that cell.

“Cassian!” she called again, but still no answer. She sighed heavily, cradling his head in her lap as she sat against the wall. She might as well make him comfortable, since she didn’t know if the others knew they’d been captured. There were strict orders from Draven that there would be no extractions, but she saw Bodhi’s face when he’d said it. The man had defected from the Empire, there was no way he’d be afraid of disobeying Draven’s orders.

Still, she couldn’t help but think it was her fault that they’d been captured, and that their lullaby pills had been taken away. Cassian had been in trouble, and although she had been clear, she’d gone back for him. She’d hear it from him for sure once he woke up. If he woke up. If they ever got out of there. Jyn was never one for pessimism, but their odds did not look good. And the longer Cassian was unconscious, with a possible head injury, the worse it would be.

“Oh gods, Cassian,” she whispered to his unconscious form, “I’m so sorry.” She stroked his brow, pushing the hair out of his face and tracing a line down his cheek with her finger. She’d never show this much tenderness to him when he was awake, never expose herself like that. The looks and the brushes of arms was enough, there was too much at stake if she opened her heart to him now. Scarif had spooked her, had shown her how much she could lose, and how much it could hurt.

“We need to get out of here.” She looked around the small room but even in the semi-darkness she could see no way out. “You need to get out of here.” She couldn’t imagine a life without him, but furthermore, she couldn’t imagine any world where Cassian Andor didn’t live.

“I can’t lose you,” she finally admitted, dropping her forehead down to his. The brush of his hair was soft against her forehead, and she allowed herself to imagine for a moment what it must be like to be with him, to be in his arms, to kiss him and love him and be together, instead of alone. Always alone. “Stay with me, please?” She involuntarily squeezed his shoulder, and he stirred. Jyn froze. “Cassian?”

There was a moment of silence that seemed to stretch forever, before Cassian finally cleared his throat. He struggled to get up and Jyn helped him into a sitting position. He finally met her eyes, and it could have been a trick of the bad lighting but Jyn could swear she could see a glint in them.

“Are you alright?” she managed to ask, her throat suddenly dry.

Cassian smiled, just a small uptick of the corners of his mouth, but it was enough to make Jyn’s heart stutter.

“I’m better than alright. You’re here with me.”

“They threw me into this cell, I had no idea you were in here--”

Cassian suddenly moved closer, so that his face was so very close, their noses almost touching. He took Jyn’s face gently in his hands. “Jyn, I can’t lose you either.”

“Y-you heard me?” Jyn could feel her face flushing, the heat rising to her cheeks. Cassian nodded. “How long have you been awake?”

Cassian grinned, the corners of his eyes wrinkling pleasantly. “Long enough.”

There was a sudden blast and the door flew open to reveal Bodhi in a stormtrooper uniform, his helmet in his hands.

“Would you two stop making googly eyes at each other and come on!”

send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic

[jynandcassianandor]

hands tied behind their backs (i'm sorry) :D for rebelcaptain kisses

AU where Jyn and Cassian survive Scarif (because of course they do) and are part of the team that rescues Han from Jabba’s palace??? (insert obligatory Cassian x Jabba jokes here)

Cassian wakes to grit and the taste of blood in his mouth, and a pounding ache in his head. He moves to rub his head and otherwise check for injuries when he realizes his hands are bound tight behind his back. Despite the pounding in his head he registers another sound, someone speaking, saying his name.

“Cassian!”

He blinks his eyes furiously, unable to rub them clear, and when he can finally focus he sees Jyn shifting towards him in the pale light. His stomach dips when he sees her, a cut above her left eye and bruises blooming on her cheek and neck. She is bound too, her dancer’s costume dirty and torn.

“Jyn?” His voice is scratchy and raw, and when he coughs there’s pain in his abdomen. Jyn shuffles closer, so that she’s pressed up against his shoulder. “Where are we?”

“Jabba’s dungeon. Our covers were blown.” She’s whispering, because the Gamorrean guards are just outside the bars.

Cassian leans his head back against the wall. Without their intel it was now up to Lando to monitor the scene. He only hoped he’d had better luck than they did. The princess and Skywalker would need to know what they were walking into.

“Were you able to get the intel out?” He finds it difficult to talk, the guards must’ve landed some good blows before they’d thrown him into that cell.

Jyn nods, and when he looks down into her face he sees concern etched in her features.

“I look that bad?” He tries to chuckle but it comes out as a wheeze, and Jyn involuntarily shuffles closer, so that he feels the press of her body warm against his.

“You were out for a while, Cassian. I was worried.” She bites her lip, eyes searching his, roaming over the rest of his face.

Cassian tries to breathe a sigh of relief but it hurts too much, and it comes out as a rattly breath instead. He’s glad he woke up, glad he’s alive, because if he hadn’t, then Jyn would be alone. He shudders to think of what cruelty Jabba would have had in store for her.

Her face is so close to his, and she’s still looking up at him, and he knows it’s not the time or place, but he feels a surge of something in his chest. He leans down and pauses, his lips hovering over hers, as if to give her a moment to think about it, but she lifts up on her knees anyway and meets him halfway. When her lips touch his he feels a lightness in his chest, in his shoulders, and when she deepens the kiss he thinks he’s never tasted anything like her, and it awakens something inside him. He doesn’t want to stop, wants desperately to have his hands free so he can pull her closer to him, so he can thread his fingers through her hair. He imagines what it must feel like in his hands, what her skin must feel like against his, and he leans more into it, losing himself in the feel of her lips. She makes a soft hum in the back of her throat, and he kisses her harder just so he can hear it again.

There’s a loud clang as the bars are opened, and Jyn and Cassian separate reluctantly. The guards haul them both up, and a dread settles in the pit of Cassian’s stomach, knowing full well how Jabba deals with his prisoners.

“Where are you taking us?” Jyn demands of the guards, but they only grunt at her, shoving her forward. Cassian catches sight of Skywalker, who’s also bound, being led away as well. As the Jedi passes him, he meets Cassian’s eyes and nods imperceptibly, and Cassian realizes they might just get out of this one alive.

From this kiss prompt list

[oh-nostalgiaa]

for sleepover saturday, idk why I feel compelled to tell you this stupid story about my dog ... so, he's a rescue pup who we're pretty sure was abused, because every little noise startles him? it pretty much doesn't phase me when he gets scared anymore, but the other day I took some alka-seltzer and he legit started barking AT THE CARBONATION bubbling. I just can't. we don't deserve dogs. (anyways, I hope you're having a productive day, seems like it w/your rebelcap posts!)

oh my god i love him. i do not have any pets of my own, but i always grew up with cats and dogs around. currently, i’ve got a cat that belongs to one of my ex brothers in law laying next to me, staring daggers at me because i am not petting him. he had a half-brother once that would literally sit on my chest and refuse to move until he was done nuzzling my face. i think there’s a video somewhere of him. i miss that cat - this one’s kind of a dick, but he’s like my only friend here so i put up with him. 

(i am having a lot of fun with the secret santa, yes. i can only hope this motivation and inspiration doesn’t die once i start actually writing.)

sleepover saturday

[rxbxlcaptain]

#2 painful kiss!!! :D

Both you and an anon requested this one! I hope you both enjoy! :)

Painful kiss:

“Captain Andor, your presence is being requested in medical,” a droid informed him, mechanically, rolling up to his place in the Rebellion’s newly functioning War Room on Echo Base. 

Cassian glanced at General Draven to gauge his reaction to the interruption, but the general’s eyes were fiercely trained on a data pad, ignoring the interaction before him. Cassian turned back to the droid, asking, “Why am I needed in medical?” He himself was physically fine, had no remaining physical therapy for his injured knee nor any wounds that required more bacta to properly heal. 

“Sergeant Erso has been admitted, Captain, and you are listed as her medical contact.”

Worry and confusion whirled through Cassian’s mind. Jyn hadn’t left Echo Base in weeks; there was no mission for her to return injured from, no lingering wounds that could have been irritated. Immediately after the Battle of Scarif, Cassian wouldn’t have been surprised to find Jyn battered and bruised after a fist fight with another member of the Rebellion, but after all this time, Jyn had settled into her role among the Alliance; there was no reason for those fights anymore. Was it frostbite? Burns from the engine of a ship backfiring?

The droid tilted his head at Cassian’s hesitation. “It is most urgent, Captain.”

Cassian nodded, turning to look at General Draven again. “Sir…”

“Go.” Draven waved him off. “See what scrape Erso has managed to get herself into this time. Report back afterward.”

“Yes, sir.”

Cassian followed the droid down the icy hallways. Questions burned at his lips, but he knew better than to demand answers from these messenger droids; it wouldn’t have any more information than Cassian. (Its only difference from Cassian is it lacked the burning desire to find more answers.)

Once they reached the medical center, the droid informed him “The doctors will lead you to Sergeant Erso” before skittering away. 

Cassian glanced around the medical bay, thankful the Rebellion’s current low profile means very few patients occupied the ward and finding an unoccupied doctor was relatively easy. 

“I’m looking for Sergeant Jyn Erso,” he told the human doctor who crossed his path.

“Are you Captain Andor?” the doctor asked, to which Cassian nodded. “Sergeant Erso was on patrol when a wampa attacked.” Cassian’s eyes widened at the news but the doctor continued before he could ask any questions. “She’ll be fine, but we put her in a bacta tank to be safe. She had some nasty cuts and we’re not sure how long she was conscious in the snow. Too much longer and we would have been dealing with frostbite as well.”

“Can I see her?” Cassian asked, looking towards the back of the facility, where he knew the bacta tanks were housed. 

“She’ll be unconscious for a few hours still, but you’re welcome to stay with her.”

Jyn stirred with a groan, twitching her fingers first, then her eyelids. Cassian reached to grab her hand, soothing his thumb over her knuckles. 

“Jyn, are you awake?”

Another groan answered him. With how bruised she was, Cassian could hardly blame her.  

“Be honest with me,” Jyn said without opening her eyes. “How bad do I look?”

Cassian traced the line of a cut across her cheek and over her mouth. “I think my answer is biased.”

“Probably,” Jyn smiled, only to grimace a moment later. She reached up to feel the wound around her mouth. “This might make life a bit more difficult.”

Cassian kissed the tip of her nose. “We can improvise.”

“I don’t want to improvise,” Jyn protested, pressing her lips to his jaw. “See? Doesn’t hurt at all.”

But as Cassian pressed his lips to hers, he felt a grimace pass across Jyn’s features. He pulled pack, resting his forehead against hers, laughing lightly as Jyn’s lips attempted to follow his. “I think improvising would be best. Just until you’re healed.”

“If you insist, Captain.”

“I do,” he said, pressing another kiss to her forehead.

Another Kiss Meme