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“Welcome to the Alliance, Captain Y/L/N.” Mon Mothma said, standing behind her desk as Y/N stood at attention across from her. It still felt strange to Y/N, the military correctness, but she was giving it her best shot now that she had finished the requisite training and was officially a member of the Alliance.
“Thank you, Senator Mothma.” Y/N replied.
“Well, we’re all busy settling into our new base. I’m sure you have some place to be.”
“Of course, Senator. Thank you.” Y/N gave Mothma a stiff nod before exiting the woman’s office.
Making her way down the winding, twisting halls of the Hoth base, she went in search of the group she had lovingly dubbed the Rogues. Finally arriving at the Mess Hall, she found that they had taken over a large table in the corner - Cassian, Jyn, Bodhi, Baze, and Chirrut being joined by Han, Leia, and Luke - obviously waiting for her.
“Captain Y/L/N!” Han yelled out, drawing the attention of the rest of the table to her. Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed him over until she could fit between him and Bodhi.
“I was already a captain, thank you.” Y/N replied, reaching over to grab a piece of bread from the middle of the table. “Until the Alliance wrecked my ship.”
“Yes, but now it’s official.” Jyn replied. “You’ve gone legitimate , Y/N.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Y/N said, tossing a piece of bread at Jyn’s face. Jyn caught it in her mouth and the table erupted into laughs.
“Also, I seem to remember that it was you piloting the Alpha Dawn when we crashed on this planet. So, technically, you wrecked your own ship.” Cassian replied, and Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Semantics. I was on a mission for the rebellion, therefore it’s their fault.”
“ Your fault.” Han said with a wide grin. “You’re one of us now.”
“I regret this already. I resign my commission.” Y/N snapped, but couldn’t fight the small smile that appeared on her face.
“It’s so kriffing cold here.” Y/N muttered later that night, as she walked down a hall with Han. She had been lending him a hand with the Falcon , being one of the few aside from Chewie that the former smuggler trusted with his beloved ship. “I thought the engineers were working on a heat system.”
“I think the shield generator’s taking up most of their time.”
“The shield generator won’t do us much good if we all turn into Rebelsicles.”
“You’re so dramatic, Y/N.”
“Because you’re one to talk.” Y/N shot back, and Han rolled his eyes.
“I am not dramatic.”
“Oh, please. You are the definition of dramatic. Do you think no one sees how you act around Leia?”
“That was…That is not true.” Han said, but Y/N only smirked at her friend.
“Uh huh, whatever you say flyboy. You’ve got it bad for the princess, just admit it.” Y/N replied, turning on her heel to continue down the corridor.
“Y/N!” Han yelled, hurrying to catch up with her. “That is...I do not…”
“It’s okay, Han. Your secret is safe with me. And the rest of the base.”
The two continued in silence for a moment before turning the corner that led to Y/N’s quarters. Y/N stopped in place when she saw a figure leaning against the wall next to her door. Han quickly came up behind her, nearly bowling her over. He chuckled after a minute before nudging Y/N forward with his shoulder.
“Speaking of having it bad.” He muttered, before winking at Y/N and turning to go back the way he came.
“Was I interrupting something?” Cassian asked, and Y/N raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“What? Han?” Y/N asked, gesturing behind her. “Nah, he was just giving me a hard time, as usual.”
“I can go, if you want me to.”
“No!” Y/N exclaimed quickly, placing her hand on Cassian’s shoulder as she keyed in the passcode for her door. “No, of course not. Come in.”
Cassian followed Y/N into her quarters, the door whooshing shut behind them as Y/N moved to remove her heavy boots and set them by the door. Cassian followed suit, setting his down next to hers as Y/N bounced over to bed, burying her sock-covered feet under the blankets immediately.
“I hate the cold.” Y/N grumbled, and Cassian chuckled as he casually moved over to the small sofa that he had recovered from the wreckage of the Alpha Dawn when they had first begun to set up the new base. It was one of the few salvageable items from her ship, and she treasured it. “Why couldn’t we have set up on a nice beach planet?”
“If we had, you’d just complain about the humidity.” Cassian replied, and Y/N grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it in his direction. Cassian caught it immediately, fluffing it up and placing it at one end of the sofa as he stretched out. “They’ll work on improving the heating system, once the shield generator is running.”
“So I’ve heard.” Y/N replied, watching Cassian from her place on the bed. “Now are you going to come over here and warm me up or not?” She added with a smirk. After a moment, Cassian turned his gaze from the ceiling to her, a small smile on his face. He pulled the pillow out from under his head and shot it at her, Y/N shrieking and ducking the projectile. Cassian used the distraction to launch himself at her, tackling her to the bed as Y/N laughed.
Several hours later, Y/N awoke to the sight of Cassian pulling his boots back on by the door, apparently doing his best not to wake her.
“You know, for a spy you’re not very quiet.” Y/N said, her voice heavy with sleep.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Cassian replied, moving back toward the bed. “I’ll see you at the briefing in the morning?” He asked, and Y/N nodded. Cassian stared at her for a moment, his eyes unreadable, before he dropped a quick kiss to her forehead and moved back toward the door.
“Good night, Y/N.” He added before opening the door and slipping through.
“Good night, Cassian.” Y/N replied to the empty space, twisting around until she was lying flat on her back. She and Cassian had briefly danced around one another after she had been discharged from sick bay after the crash, but they had quickly fallen into...whatever they were doing now. They were frequently occupied with missions, taking whatever brief solace they could find with each other. But neither had ever brought up any feelings or attempts to define their relationship. Y/N had asked Jyn, once, for her opinion and she had told her that Cassian was always guarded with his feelings and had refused to say anything more about her best friend. Truth be told, a relationship had never been something that Y/N had been interested in pursuing - with anyone. A situation like the one she now had with Cassian, a bit of fun and stress release when needed, was always her preference. Now, however, as she moved over to the side of the bed where Cassian had been sleeping, she found herself craving his continued presence beside her.
“Ugh, idiot. Stop it.” Y/N snapped to herself, pushing herself away and back to the side of the bed she had been sleeping on, punching the pillow into a more comfortable position and forcing herself to relax into sleep once again.