killianswench:

captain swan aesthetic:
→ even the darkness has arms by literatiruinedme (rebelcaptain au)

They were pinned down, troopers on either side of them. They both hid in opposing doorways. He cocked his blaster when she flicked her wrist, her weapon extending into some kind of night stick. They turned at the same time, each facing the opposing group. He shot with precision, hitting each trooper as they appeared, taking minimal blaster fire in return. He turned back towards Emma as soon as the last trooper fell, expecting her to be drowning or at least struggling, instead finding her taking out each trooper just fine, using her blaster to slam them down, her body moving in a smooth, practiced dance.
He lowered his weapon, choosing instead to observe her fluid movements. She elbowed the last trooper, sending it down to the ground with a thud. She blew out a breath, sending a stray lock of hair out of her face.
She glanced up at him, her confusion telling him he probably looked absolutely dumbfounded. “What?”
“There you are,” 0P-LS said, (thankfully) interrupting them and drawing their attention away from each other. “For two people blending in there sure are a lot of explosions.”
“I thought I told you to stay on the ship,” Killian scolded.
“You did,” the droid confirmed. “But I was bored-” a handful of stormtroopers run up behind the droid, throwing a timed explosive device. 0P-LS caught it with ease. “And you were in trouble.” Emma casually waved her blaster, signaling for 0P-LS to throw it. The droid waited until the last possible second before throwing the device and blowing up the troopers.
Killian sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. If a blaster didn’t get him the stress surely would.