kotaface:

It’s 05-04-2018 and you know what that means…

May the Fourth be with you, @carr-crashh-heartss – I’m your RebelCaptain May the Fourth gifter!

I had such a blast writing this fic for you. I hope you love it!

Running Out Of Time (Let’s Stop Running)

Rated M for language and sexual content
Chapters: 1/1
Words: 5612
Prompt: Reunion, (or, “We finally got our happy ending”)
Tags: Jyn is a Pathfinder, Kes Dameron is an Ass but also Cupid, and Cassian is a Panicked Mess, Mutual Pining, Confessions, last minute kisses, Lots of Panic Swearing, Non-Graphic Smut

He didn’t have a lot of time.

He tried to block out the voice in his head that was reading off the massive list of things that could go wrong, but it was insistent – the words wormed and burrowed their way into the deepest recesses of himself and made his chest tight. He moved through the white halls of the cruiser at as dignified pace as he could manage, reminding himself that running in the absence of an emergency was unbecoming of an officer. Still, he hurried, his barely-restrained feet leading him down the well-worn route as his mind whirled and spun around the possibilities. But it kept settling on one painful and poignant thing:

She would be shipping out soon.

No, he didn’t have a lot of time left, he thought as he walked. He’d only had four kriffing years to do – what? Something, anything – but he had done nothing. Nothing, except treat her like a professional, a most decidedly platonic partner, and pretend like the proximity of her body to his didn’t set his nerves on fire or make his chest cave in with the sheer weight of her – her. She. An overwhelming presence that contained so many deep and wondrous things it seemed silly to label with something so common as a name. But she was a name, a single, resounding word that echoed louder in his heart than the sound of his feet on the durasteel floor –

Jyn . JynJynJynJyn –

Had it been any other day, (“ Any other fucking day in the galaxy,” he thought bitterly) , he would never have begun waxing as poetic as he was now. A part of him that was somehow still on the outside of all of this turmoil was shaking its head in disdain, berating him for acting a fool. He was an officer, she was a subordinate. He had no business thinking of her as he did, but after all they had been through, after all they had survived together — Force, if she knew…

He had to tell her. She could very well be dead tomorrow.

[Read the rest on AO3]