I just spent the whole day reading your prompt collection for Cassian/Jyn. When you have some time could you do something with one of our lovelies being captured or MIA on a solo mission so the other one goes rogue to go find them even though Draven orders them not to? Angsty with some fluff when they reunite? You’re the mastermind, do what you will! Bonus points for the one being rescued needs help focusing on their rescuer… thanks for sharing your amazing talent with us!

thank you so much!! i really appreciate y’all’s continued kindness on my little ficlets 💕

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“Jyn, hey! Hey, you need to focus on me, okay? Just listen to my voice. There you go, come on. Come back to me.”

One of her eyes – the one that isn’t swollen shut – begins to flutter open, the hint of a dilated pupil peaking out from beneath her lashes. She swallows once, twice, throat working as she struggles to speak. When she does, her words are slurred. “Cass’n?”

“Yeah,” he manages, words choked by emotion – relief that she’s alive, grief at how close he’d come to losing her, anger at those who’d done this. His hands shake where they’re cupped around her face, thumb stroking her less injured cheekbone. Feeling the warmth of her skin underneath his palms grounds him. “It’s me. I’m going to get you out of here, okay?”

Carefully, he begins to take her into his arms; this is a rescue mission, they can’t afford to linger. If everything goes well, if he can manage to sneak her out undetected, then Draven won’t even need to know he disobeyed orders and risked his intel to get her.

“This is going to hurt,” he warns her, watching as she tenses herself for the pain despite being so out of it, his heart breaking as he sees her brace herself for even more torture. Though he tries to be as gentle as possible, a moan slips out of her mouth when he picks her up bridal-style, holding her as loosely as possible so as not to aggravate any of her other injuries.

Other than what’s visible on her face and neck, he doesn’t know where else she’s hurting. He wishes he could examine her more closely, but now isn’t the right time, not when the possibility of being captured is so high.

“Jyn, are you with me?” He glances down at her as he begins to walk, stride as long and fast as he can make it without jostling her too much. “You just need to stay awake for a little longer, okay?”

She blinks lazily, staring up at him with an unfocused eye. Not seeing him, but looking through him.

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I just spent the whole day reading your prompt collection for Cassian/Jyn. When you have some time could you do something with one of our lovelies being captured or MIA on a solo mission so the other one goes rogue to go find them even though Draven orders them not to? Angsty with some fluff when they reunite? You’re the mastermind, do what you will! Bonus points for the one being rescued needs help focusing on their rescuer… thanks for sharing your amazing talent with us!

thank you so much!! i really appreciate y’all’s continued kindness on my little ficlets 💕

read it on ao3!

“Jyn, hey! Hey, you need to focus on me, okay? Just listen to my voice. There you go, come on. Come back to me.”

One of her eyes – the one that isn’t swollen shut – begins to flutter open, the hint of a dilated pupil peaking out from beneath her lashes. She swallows once, twice, throat working as she struggles to speak. When she does, her words are slurred. “Cass’n?”

“Yeah,” he manages, words choked by emotion – relief that she’s alive, grief at how close he’d come to losing her, anger at those who’d done this. His hands shake where they’re cupped around her face, thumb stroking her less injured cheekbone. Feeling the warmth of her skin underneath his palms grounds him. “It’s me. I’m going to get you out of here, okay?”

Carefully, he begins to take her into his arms; this is a rescue mission, they can’t afford to linger. If everything goes well, if he can manage to sneak her out undetected, then Draven won’t even need to know he disobeyed orders and risked his intel to get her.

“This is going to hurt,” he warns her, watching as she tenses herself for the pain despite being so out of it, his heart breaking as he sees her brace herself for even more torture. Though he tries to be as gentle as possible, a moan slips out of her mouth when he picks her up bridal-style, holding her as loosely as possible so as not to aggravate any of her other injuries.

Other than what’s visible on her face and neck, he doesn’t know where else she’s hurting. He wishes he could examine her more closely, but now isn’t the right time, not when the possibility of being captured is so high.

“Jyn, are you with me?” He glances down at her as he begins to walk, stride as long and fast as he can make it without jostling her too much. “You just need to stay awake for a little longer, okay?”

She blinks lazily, staring up at him with an unfocused eye. Not seeing him, but looking through him.

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