Tag: Jyn Erso
Rogue One Headcanon/Fanmeta: RebelCaptain & Jealousy
– link to my other Rogue One blabberings –
nb: still haven’t read/seen anything related to Rogue One except for the actual film. i also haven’t seen the Original Trilogy in years. headcanons are subject to change.
I’ve read around some people’s headcanons/stories/excited blabbering about (if they had survived) Jyn and Cassian having to deal with jealousy of other people – eg Cassian regarding Jyn+Han or Lando, Jyn regarding Cassian+Leia.
And I am getting on this train because this trope is MY JAM.
Firstly, we can all agree (and if not: you ain’t changing my heart and soul) that Jyn and Cassian have basically tunnel-visioned their entire sexuality into each other post-Scarif (aka Jynsexual, Cassiansexual) (new dating website: find your soulmate through mutual goals, trauma, rescues, orbiting bodies, and heart-eyes!) and that if they notice other people, it’s purely from an aesthetic point of view. AND that they are in an entirely, absolutely, unhealthily-from-95%-of-people’s-perspectives codependent relationship where they feel their skin begin to crawl the moment they haven’t heard from each other in three hours.
And yet! And yet! Despite their whole-hearted, titanium-strength trust in each other, alas their little hearts can be such soft things that expect pain. Between Cassian still fighting with the idea of having something after having given up everything he had for decades and Jyn re-developing her sense of self-esteem (she was abandoned multiple times by incredibly important people in her life; as if she feels good about herself), well… feelings of romantic inadequacy is in the air, my friends.
Prepare yourself for a long-ass blabber-post
You guys I fuckin love Jyn Erso.
That is all.
Please tell me why, other than an attraction, you would care about her. I don’t get it.
Hi, @oddood12! I hope OP doesn’t mind, but I love answering this question (although I usually prefer the asker to show a bit more respect. Good behavior in a public space, and all that).
So let me tell you, @oddood12, why I care about Jyn Erso.
And look, I’ll even put it under a read more, because hey, I really want to give your question the attention it deserves! So if you’re really interested, @oddood12, and not just running around tumblr posting vaguely insulting comments on random people’s blogs about the stuff they like, then I invite you to:
Prompt: ‘We can’t have a crisis. My schedule is already full.’ Riff away! ;-)
yay! Thank you so so much for sending me a pdf of that fic I lost~ this is the best thank you I can give!
Nar Shaddaa, 6 ABY
“If you stop to shop one more time, I’m taking off without you,” Jyn says into her comm, heels up on the Falcon’s dash because she knows Han hates that.
Han snorts. “Like she’d allow you to fly her.”
“Really, Solo? She?”
“Hey, I know the heart of my ship. And so would you if you were worthy to fly her.”
“I appreciate your faith– Oh come on, not another clothing store. Don’t you have enough vests?”
“Quit stalking me, Erso.” Han glares at the security cam he knows she’s tapped into and goes back to picking through the sale rack.
Jyn shrugs and zooms in on a zit on Solo’s temple on the datapad propped on her knees. “I’m on a timeline here, and you’re easily distracted.”
“I’m trying to act casual. You know, so the thousand bounty hunters here don’t get suspicious.” He steps out of the camera’s range.
Jyn switches feeds. “Nice try.”
“Karking hell are you tapped into every feed on the planet?”
“Security in this sector is a joke. Which is how I managed to finish my half of this quickly and you’re somehow still 2 klicks from the hangar.”
Apparently finished, Han leaves the shop without buying anything and steps onto the narrow street. “Hey, you had it easier,” he mutters. “Hutts don’t move as fast.”
“And yet I still managed to frame one for murder in less time than it took you to steal three datachips.”
He huffs. “What’s the blazing hurry anyway? You’d better not be bleeding out in my cockpit.”
“Don’t be stupid, you know I have a flight to catch.”
He grits his teeth and she smiles. “It’s my flight. I’m taking you and Andor to Takodana.”
“At this point I think it’d be faster to get a public transport.”
“Public transport? Geez Erso, are you that thirsty after 2 weeks you can’t wait another hour or two?”
“Just get here, Solo.”
He laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
It isn’t from the prompt list, but I’d love it if you did something about slow, sensual, tender massage. Doesn’t have to go into full-on explicit, but full of feels and intense connection between our heroes.
His back doesn’t hurt him all the time, but it aches now, aches from the cold. Some injuries heal with a scar, some are deep wounds in your soul, but his back… His knee is good with a brace, his shoulder just needs lotion after a shower, but his back… It aches, and he’s useless with it. He wants off this planet, stupidly hopes that the Empire will discover Hoth before the month is out, but until then, he feels utterly useless.
“Relax,” she whispers into his ear, and he’s trying to, he really is, but it’s hard to relax when everything just hurts. Jyn had done this, so long ago, when he was first released from medical. They had both rubbed the soothing balms laced with bacta into the other’s skin, but Jyn’s skin had healed. His issues were deeper, all the way to the bone.
And she had learned. He had never asked, but she had learned, had studied old texts, had asked questions, had gone to every appointment. She had spent time, so much time, learning his back, his muscles… He never had to ask. She would just give him a look, like she knew, because she did know. She knew when his back ached, knew just where to push, just how hard and how long, and without fail, he felt like a new man.
Rebellions are built on hope 