#andor fic

[queerism1969]

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[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 10- Stripping

Cassian Andor x fem!reader

Word count- 1.6k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), established relationship, pining, riding, feelings, no use of y/n

Notes- I actually kinda struggled with what prompt to write Cassian for cause I kept changing my mind but then this fell into place and works perfectly! I still maintain that Andor is the best thing Star Wars has done recently I'm obsessed with how amazing it was!! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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Cassian sighed dejected as he knocked on your door. It had been a long day, and when he hit a rough patch, Cassian usually found himself at your place to seek refuge. You were a comfort to him, even if all feelings were left unspoken. And the moment you opened the door and he saw your face again, all his trouble felt like they melted away just from looking into your eyes.

“Cassian,” you breathed as you stepped aside to let him in, “What happened? You look rough.”

“Things have been difficult lately,” was all he said as he stepped into your apartment.

You guided him into the living space and sat him down on a chair before you sat across from him, “You want to talk about it?” you asked with a pleading look on your face.

“Not particularly,” he sighed. Cassian’s eyes trailed down your figure to your hand, which you had placed on his knee in a comforting manner. He swallowed hard as he felt the warmth spread from his knee all the way to his chest… and to his cock.

Noticing the way he shifted in his seat, you let out a deep breath, “I think I know what you need tonight, baby,” your tone dropped as you saw his eyes widen.

You let go of where you rested your hand on his knee and stood up. When Cassian tried to stand with you, thinking you were going to lead him to your bedroom, you placed a hand on his chest and silently guided him back down to sit. He whispered your name, but before he could ask what you had in mind, you raised a finger to his lips, effectively silencing him.

Cassian both loved and hated how much power you actually had over him.

You flicked something on, and music started to play as you swung your hips slowly to the beat of the rhythm. Cassian looked you up and down, and adjusted his posture to open himself up to you more. 

“Like what you see, Cassian?” you asked in a low hum, catching how his jaw tightened the more you shimmied your hips.

“You know what the answer is,” he replied in a breathy tone, as if he was holding himself back.

A smirk lit up your face as you danced your way closer to him, straddling his lap. You allowed Cassian to rest his hands on your hips, gently guiding your motions as you swayed over him. You were calculated in your movements, and made sure to brush against his cock a few times before staying teasingly far at the same time. Hovering closer to Cassian’s lips, you felt his breath on your skin. But, you broke away before you closed the gap.

Cassian let out a frustrated grunt as you lifted yourself up off his lap and continued to dance for him. But, his annoyance vanished when you grabbed your shirt and slowly lifted it up inch by inch to the beat of the music. Teasingly slow at first, you only allowed him glaces of your skin. You wanted to make him wait, you wanted him to want you so desperately that he couldn’t fight his urges to keep his hands to himself.

Agonizingly slow, you started to expose more and more of your skin to Cassian, and you saw the way his eyes darkened with every peak you gave him. Finally, you lifted your shirt up and off, leaving you topless before him. Cassian clenched his fists involuntarily as he raked his gaze over your chest. He had seen you many times before, yet when you stayed sensually to the music that played, something felt different.

You came back to where he was seated and straddled him once more. This time, Cassian didn’t put his hands on your hips, but on your breasts. You moaned softly as he squeezed and pinched at your soft skin, and you arched your back into his grip.

“Cassian,” you moaned as you rocked your hips against his, feeling his cock underneath you.

He breathed your name as his eyes looked up to meet yours. Locks of his hair fell into his eyes, but it only framed his face better. This time, you couldn’t resist and you leaned in and took Cassian’s lips with your own. He groaned into you as you continued to move your hips back and forth.

Breaking away with a gasp, you pushed yourself off of him once more, and you heard his grunt of frustration over the music. You couldn’t stifle the laugh you let out as you turned around and shook your ass for him. Cassian had come to you many times before, and the two of you started an unofficial routine. He came to you when he needed a release, when he needed to let off some steam. And in return, Cassian made sure you were safe from any threats. But this… this was something new and different.

You had never felt this bold with him before. You had never teased him like this before. And you certainly never gave him a strip dance like this before. It was exhilarating watching him fight to hold his composure as his eyes darkened. And something in you told you that he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

Perhaps more.

As you swayed your hips to the music, you hooked your fingers under the hem of your pants and slowly pushed them down. This time, however, you decided not to tease Cassian as much. You kept a slow but determined pace as you shook your ass to the music while you pushed your pants down.

Cassian let out a low rumble as he fought to keep himself seated for the show you put on. You never told him not to move, but like everything with the two of you, it was unspoken. But as your ass bounced out of your pants, Cassian’s cock strained and screamed at him and it became harder and harder for him to stay still.

When you turned back around, you were bare for him, and you kicked your pants away. Your eyes trailed down his seated form and landed on his cock tenting in his pants. “I think I’ve teased you long enough, Cass,” you cooed as you sauntered over to him.

“I would say so,” he huffed in agreement.

You straddled his hips once more, but this time you reached down and freed his cock from his pants. Involuntarily, you licked your lips as it sprang free and at full attention. “Fuck…” you breathed as you wrapped your hand around it and stroked it a few times.

Cassian whispered your name, causing you to pause and meet his gaze, “Sit on my cock,” his tone was low and commanding, yet not harsh. Like it was a question and a statement at the same time.

“Anything you want, Cass,” you moaned as you lifted your hips and lined his cock up with your pussy.

He rested his hands on your bare hips, guiding your body as you sank down onto his cock. You let out a loud moan as you impaled yourself on him and your hands grabbed into his shoulder for balance.

“That’s my girl,” Casssian purred as he let out a gasp of his own at feeling your wet tightness around him once more.

You whimpered as you sat yourself on his lap, his cock fully sheathed inside you. Time seemed to stop for a moment as you met his eyes, and your heart fluttered in your chest. But, Cassian was not yours to have, not really. This was just an agreement between the two of you, just a release.

Feeling the rhythm flood your veins once more, you lifted yourself up a bit and lowered back down. You moved your hips to the beat of the music that still played faintly in the background, and your mind swam in the pleasure that was his cock. 

“Fuck,” Cassian hissed as he watched you bounce and rock on his lap. You felt so good, and it took biting his tongue to keep the praises from flowing from his lips.

“Cassian,” you moaned as your eyes fluttered shut and you dropped your head back. You started to lose your rhythm as you bounced on his cock, focusing more on the pleasure than the music.

“That’s it sweetheart,” Cassian groaned as he bucked his hips up against you.

Together, the two of you found a rhythm, and you grinded against each other in desperate need for release. Moans and groans from both of you filled the room and drowned out the music. You moved faster as heat rose in your body and you felt the familiar tingle build within you.

“Cum for me,” Cassian purred.

As if on cue, you came hard, clenching and trembling around Cassian as you screamed loudly. Cassian groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and yanked you close, pounding into you until he too hit his peak. He bit down on your shoulder to stifle his own groans as he spilled himself inside you.

Once the two of you were spent, you collapsed forward into his shoulder. Cassian’s arms stayed wrapped around you, holding you close as you settled yourself on his lap. Faintly, you were both aware of the music in the background, but the sounds of your beating hearts drowned it out.

Cassian wanted to tell you how much he cared about you, how much he craved seeing you time and time again. But, he also needed to keep you safe, and that also meant keeping you at arm’s length. But, at least for now, he could savor the feeling of you in his arms as you breathed heavily. For just that moment, you were his, and everything was perfect.

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[pedropascallme]

Silence the Night

Pairing: sick!Cassian x gn!Reader

Summary: “Maneuvering yourself out of bed and to a standing position, you didn’t even bother shouting at him to stop pounding at the door, fully aware of his stubborn disposition and the way it coupled so perfectly with his incessant need to bug you. You opened the door and Cassian quickly lowered his fist to his side, smiling widely.”

Warnings: None :) Comfort and fluff with sick Cass.

AN: Post-Andor S1, pre-Rogue One. Yeah this plot makes little to no sense but give a girl a break. Sometimes I need to write silly little things about my silly little babygirl. 

“Let me in.”

You flipped yourself over, staring at the ceiling from the comfort of your bunk having been pulled from your admittedly light sleep by the familiar voice on the other side of the door. There was no time for idling in the rebel barracks; meals were eaten quickly, conversations were cut short, sleep was not a given, and neither was coming home at the end of the day. Suffice to say, despite the stifled urgency in Cassian’s voice, you hesitated to let him in after the rude awakening he had caused you after a day of running in every direction. 

You heard a near whine of your name as Cassian continued his plea for you to open up. “I know you’re here. Come on!” He knocked on the metal that divided the two of you, then let out what you assumed was a sneeze. Maneuvering yourself out of bed and to a standing position, you didn’t even bother shouting at him to stop pounding at the door, fully aware of his stubborn disposition and the way it coupled so perfectly with his incessant need to bug you. You opened the door and Cassian quickly lowered his fist to his side, smiling widely. His sunken eyes were red around the edges and glassy. You frowned.

“See, there you go!” He pushed past you and into your room, “Not so hard to just open up.” He stripped off the tan jacket he loved so dearly and threw it onto the chair pushed into the small desk that took up the far-left corner of the room before falling backwards onto your bunk, arms spread above his head. He had gotten as comfortable in your room as you had in his; most intervals between flight patrol were spent together, most meals were eaten together, most secrets shared. He was the first person that had made you feel like you were meant to be rebelling, he had put effort into showing you that you had a place in these barracks and in this fight—and it didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes, though he could be a pain in the ass.

 “Cassian,” you closed the door, flicking on the overhead light as you turned to face him, watching him blink to get used to the brightness, “why are you here?”

“Ouch.” He moved a hand to cover his chest, shielding his heart from your words.

“Why are you here right now?”

“To hang out with you.” He rolled over on the mattress and shifted his body upwards to grab your pillow and cradle it to his chest.

“I can’t—” You hardly managed to get the words out before he was tsking you.

“You’re not on the schedule for the next 8 hours.” He chided.

“I want to use those to sleep!”

“So, sleep. I’ll stay here.” He sat up and patted the place beside him to coax you toward him. You crossed your arms. 

“Cassian.” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Yes?” He sneezed again, trying to muffle it in his shoulder.

“Are you sick?” 

“No. Allergies.” He was trying to sound confident, but the quick counter gave away his defensive attitude. 

“You’re an awful liar. Get off my bed.” You walked over to him, attempting to pull him off the bunk to no avail. 

He protested by going limp and falling onto his back. “Let me stay.” He looked up at you, brown eyes pleading and hair falling over his forehead. “I can be quiet.”

“No, you can’t. And I’m more worried about you getting me sick.” 

“I won’t!” He sneezed, then smiled at you sheepishly.

You sighed, looking over at the clock on the desk and taking in the fact that arguing with Cassian had, per usual, taken up far more time than it was worth. You sat next to him, defeated. He hummed in content.

“I’m going to sleep.” You waved him off as he sat up to meet your gaze. “Are you just going to sit and watch me? Like some beady-eyed porg?”

“I’ll sleep, too.” He resigned to the fact that, although he had won a battle, you would not forgo the rest you so desperately wanted. You made a noise of approval, reaching for the pillow he had moved to the foot of the bed so that you could put it back in its necessary position. You crawled under the sheet and watched as Cassian took off his boots before turning off the light and coming to lie next to you. He positioned himself above the sheet, letting out a string of coughs and resting his head at a distance from yours on the other pillow.

“Don’t cough on me.” You mumbled, closing your eyes.

“I didn’t cough on you.” 

“You coughed near me.”

“That’s not at all the same thing.” He turned his head to look at you, waiting to see if he could goad you into another argument. You swatted at his chest. 

It wasn’t unusual to share a bed with another person on the base; between away missions and overcrowding and all the drills, you couldn’t count on all your fingers and toes the times you had huddled into a cot with another rebel. It was always more welcome when that rebel was Cassian, not only because of the familiarity you felt around him, not only because of the attraction to him that you tried to keep at bay, but mostly because of the blanket of protection he seemed to offer you. He was by no means a watchdog—he slept far too deeply to offer any sort of intruder alert—but his frame felt like a sort of safe haven from the galaxy at large. You had never found the courage to admit that to him, and expected that if you ever did, the confession would be met with his usual ribbing. 

Cassian made a low rumbling sound, turning his head away from you to face the wall. You groaned, turning on your side toward him. “Cough.” He did. “Don’t torture yourself on my account, Cass.” You settled back into the mattress in your new position, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. 

“Don’t want to disturb you.” He whispered, ignoring the fact that you had addressed him at a normal volume, keeping up the front of really not wanting to get in the way of the sleep you craved. You kicked him lightly from under the sheet and he sneezed in your direction. 

“Don’t be a baby,” you kicked at him again, “and get under the blanket.”

“Why?”

“You’ll sweat out whatever it is you have.” Ultimately, your true intention was to be closer to him, to have him surround you more, but the concept of him recovering from whatever it is he had caught was an appealing one if this is how he was going to act while ill. He relented, pushing himself off the bed with his shoulders and feet to shimmy the sheet down and back over his legs and torso. You remained on your side with him on his back, trying to ignore the way his profile looked and the sounds of chatter and machinery outside your room. It was hard to imagine a life beyond all the pandemonium; at this point in your life, you had gotten used to the all-encompassing cacophony of the galaxy. Having been so young when the Senate came crashing down and the Empire formed from its ashes, there were times where it felt like noise was the only constant, and there was worry that accompanied the thoughts that maybe you would only ever know the tumult of the Empire—the screams and jeers and hushed conversations over fears that, at a certain and much earlier time, would have felt so outlandish, were now just a backing score. You rubbed your eyes and went back to tracing the shape of Cassian’s nose with your eyes. He turned himself on his side to face you, opening his eyes and staring back at you.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered, for some reason now genuinely feeling the need to stay hushed.

“We should see if there’s any soup tomorrow…” You murmured, trying to bury yourself into your pillow. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed to have been caught staring after putting up such a fight to allow you to fall asleep, it was more so the thought of having been using him as a distraction from the doubt you were plagued with.

“You’re also a terrible liar.” He traced back of his hand over your cheek in an effort to get you to emerge from your pillow. You turned back to him, grateful for the contact he was giving you. You took his hand from your cheek and clasped it in your own.

“What if it’s all for nothing.” You managed to whisper. You didn’t need to clarify what it was you meant, he of all people knew that any effort against the Empire was a long shot.

“It isn’t.” He was blunt, and you didn’t have to look at him to know his face was painted with the same thousand-yard stare you had grown accustomed to seeing him wear. Sometimes you felt guilty when it came to burdening Cassian with your cynicism and all the dread you harbored. He had told you about his childhood, about his foray into the rebellion, detailed how he had overcome all odds—and all you had given in return was your hesitation. 

“And if it is?” He examined you, his smile faded slightly, and even in the darkness of your room you could see how his eyes darted over your face.

“At least we’re doing it together.” He squeezed your hand. It wasn’t a complete answer, not that you had expected one. Nobody on the base would ever bring themselves to really contemplate the repercussions of the whole operation, of any greater failures. Still, the confidence in Cassian’s voice was enough to bring you peace of mind for now, at least. The two of you stayed like that, looking at each other, fingers intertwined and breathing in sync. 

“I feel safer with you, Cassian.” You broke the silence, feeling that now was as good a time as any to disclose the information to him. He said nothing, continuing to look at you and ruminating in the quiet. For a brief moment you felt the sting of rejection, but before you could come to terms with the idea that your confession had gone unheeded, you felt Cassian wrap an arm around you. He pulled you closer to him, pushing his other arm underneath your side to fully sweep you into his embrace. You felt his legs tangle with your own and the room felt soundless; something about how you felt his breath fan the top of your head or how his hands felt spread over your back made you feel a stillness you hadn’t thought possible. 

“You are safe with me.” He mumbled into your hair, and you leaned into him in an attempt to get as close as you possibly could. You felt his heart beating into you from the position you held, and you made a small sound of what was meant to be appreciation. You basked in the quiet, the calm seeping into your aching body and taking hold of your mind, settling your thoughts and insecurities. All you knew in this instant was Cassian, and his warmth, and his voice, and the way he smelled like smoke and x-wing grease and Alliance issued soap. You breathed deeply against him. He made another guttural sound.

“Cough, Cassian.” You whispered against his chest, and he did, trying not to interfere with the comfort you both felt in the newfound arrangement you had found yourselves in. “I was serious about the soup.”

“Mm,” he grunted, “like you were serious about sweating it out?” You smiled, moving your face slightly upwards so you could feel the soft skin of his neck against your nose. He kissed your forehead, his lips making gentle contact and staying pressed to you for a stretch. “Terrible liar.” He chuckled, letting his head drop comfortably on the pillow you now shared. You wriggled an arm out from between your bodies to swat at him again. He sneezed.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Badlands

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Cassian Andor x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1200 words

Outline: Your boyfriend and fellow rebel convince you to spend a couple days in the desert to help him with his mission.

Warnings: swearing, drug & alcohol use, oral (f+m receiving) m x m (both men are presented as bi), dirty talk, penetration, rimming, fingersucking, breast worship, a little bit of everything just cause. If I missed anything major let me know.

Author’s Note: who cares about timelines when some people are hot. happy fourth and whatnot!

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・Cassian Andor Masterlist ・❥・Poe Dameron Masterlist

You can't remember how it all started all you knew was that your head was on Cassian's thigh and his head on Poe's thigh, mouth open sucking on Cassian's cock while Poe was licking your pussy.

It was slow and sensual, a change of pace from fifteen minutes ago when they were both switching positions and taking their turns penetrating you.

In the middle of the desert after a long journey when Cassian told you that an old friend would be joining you in the bewilderment, you could have never predicted this. Not even when you saw them kiss clearly putting on a show for you.

Poe had brought along with him very strong beverages and some herbs that were supposed to be stimulants,' they were supposed to help with your mission. ' The mission that had no details or end goal.

That mission.

Well now as you are kitty licking Cassian's cock while moaning from the pleasure on your pussy coming from Poe's devilish tongue, you knew all that was bullshit.

Once Cassian had found out you were chill with pretty much every single little thing in the bedroom, and after your first successful threesome with a lady he picked up from a casino, he was dying at a chance to bring along his old friend.

Poe was shamelessly flirting with you, licking his tongue all over his lips looking at you, calling you pretty and gorgeous, and petting your hair while looking deep into your eyes. He missed no opportunity to adjust himself in front of you, squeezing his cock when he caught you looking.

Oh, you were drooling.

You knew from the moment Cassian told you to stay inside the tents this morning that he was planning something.

And when Cassian poured half of a bottle of wine down your breasts just to watch your nipples get hard and Poe to chant a prayer, you knew you'd wish to stay in that dessert forever.

Now, Cassian is skillfully sucking on Poe's cock and you try to look saving information in your head for later to suck him exactly as he does to see if he'll notice.

You all looked beautiful like that, in a circle, naked and spent, the soft night light illuminating the tent. It was finally cold enough for you to be able to stay naked without sweating too much, the heat at the dessert was relentless and Poe's teasing all afternoon had driven you insane.

When earlier Poe slipped a thumb inside your mouth and Cassian only chuckled you knew it was about to start. Poe almost ripped apart your clothes trying to get fast access to your breasts. The dripping wine had him feral already and he couldn't wait for any more questions m

For the next half an hour, you were sitting on the couch with two men sucking and pulling on your nipples like their lives depended on your nectar.

The stimulation was insane and your hands gripped at their hair as this image would haunt your days forevermore.

Once satisfied, they both licked and sucked on your clit, their tongues dancing together looking at you, four pair of brown eyes, as if you were their treasure.

And you cummed. Two times one for each guy as they both stayed loyal and focused on their goals. His hands caressing your thighs and your breasts. Some fingers slip inside your mouth from time to time.

And then it was time for their fingers.

Cassian went first looking up at you with a smirk. "She's pretty when you stretch her out. She gets all impatient and whines that she can take it all dry." You rolled your eyes and almost blushed not wanting Poe to think anything differently of you.

"You just take forever. "

"Oh, don't push me, mi amor."

Poe looks at your inviting cunt begging for some extra touch. "I can't blame him though, I've never seen such a prettier girl. Makes me wanna ruin you again and again until you can do nothing but plead."

"Won't take her long. She always thinks she can take some much but. " Cassian continues, his mocking of you building a different kind of fire in your chest. "She always proves me wrong in the end."

You whimper and try to hide your eagerness but when Poe slips his finger inside you, your body naturally grinds on him and that bastard boyfriend of yours laughs out loud.

"She's desperate and yet she's the one always calling me a slut. If I didn't fuck her every hour of every day I think she'd be grinding my jacket whining."

You open your mouth to complain but just like that Cassian pushes his finger inside your cunt, next to Poe's, and the difference in textures has you moaning.

"Oh, she's about to start begging so bad. She won't stop until you shove your cock so deep inside her she's lolling her head."

A minute later and Poe was bottoming out with Cassian shoving his cock inside your mouth almost straddling you not letting Poe win first. Your mouth takes him in with love, your back hitting the low pillows now.

But the way he moaned when Poe started teasing Cassian's anus had you trying to clench on Poe's cock.

Keeping your focus on your boyfriend's cock was hard as Poe was setting a fast and brutal pace.

"Ruin her. If she doesn't choke you're not going fast enough. "

"Her pussy is so wet and tight." His hands are on your hips squeezing the skin between his thick fingers.

"Can barely stay in. Keeps slipping out." Poe complains as he is pushing inside again and then Cassian grabs your head and starts fucking your face allowing Poe to play catch up.

"Breathe through your nostrils. I promise you won't die before taking both of our cocks in your tight little hole."

His cum shooting inside your throat was the only way for him to stop. Rapidly he switched around and started kissing you passionately, tasting his cum in your mouth.

"I'm gonna fill her up, Cass. "

"Oh, I wanna see her leak."

You groaned at his word and Poe completely lost control of his hips as he started using your body as his pleasure.

"I need..." you whine shouted arching your back. "To cum." You rolled your eyes as Poe's thumb came in contact with your cunt. He rubbed it for less than a second and there you were screaming his name.

"Fuck baby, you're so pretty when you orgasm. So dumb fucked. "

And he shoots his load inside you, slowing down his movements shouting your name with a groan before he collapses on your chest.

"Fuck baby, fuck."

And he slipped out of you as he landed by your side wrapping his arms around your chest. Cassian made an enthusiastic sound as he watches Poe's cum dripping out of you and into your thigh.

"You're getting us both tomorrow, mi amor. Gonna have to spend all night stretching you out."

"I'm calling dips on that ass. "

"Not if I get there first."

"If you want some as well all you can do is ask pretty boy."

And that's how the rest of the mission went with those pretty boys taking turns on your holes until you were practically too weak.

Not a bad way to relax though.

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[tboyandor]

a little melshian one-shot I wrote a while ago! I want to write more for them but finals have been kicking my ass.

this is 100% inspired by @amy-thystt's beautiful piece of art, everything about it just captured my imagination and I had to write this!!

thank you for reading, fellow melshian-enjoyers :)

(also, Melshi calls him Cassian in this because I had just read a fic where he tells him his real name while they're still in prison, and I liked it, but I also like other versions I've read where he tells him his name later, so idk)

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Cassian and Melshi were running, and they had been running for hours, and Melshi’s feet were burning. He figured Cassian's were too, but he would take this burn any day to the burn of a frying.

“Melshi,” Cassian cried out hoarsely from somewhere behind him. Melshi stopped and turned around instantly. Cassian looked exhausted, like he might pass out. “I… can't run anymore. Need to rest… for a minute.”

“Sure,” Melshi replied, his eyes scanning the sky for a moment before looking back down to Cassian. “We're safe, for now.”

Then he led Cassian gently by the shoulders to a large boulder that they could hide behind.

Cassian let his back slide down the boulder, and collapsed to the ground. Melshi sat down beside him, and leaned his head back against the cool stone, looking up into the wide expanse of the dark blue sky.

Next to him, Cassian was sitting with his knees tucked up against his chest, shivering.

“Hey, c’mere,” Melshi said softly, and reached out to wrap an arm around Cassian.

Cassian looked up at Melshi, and blinked a few times, considering him, before accepting the offered embrace, allowing himself to be cuddled to Melshi’s chest.

Melshi took a moment to move Cassian’s legs so that his feet were tucked underneath Melshi's legs, thinking that it might help to warm them for him.

Cassian cuddled closer to Melshi in response, burying his face in the crook of Melshi's neck. Cassian's nose was cold against Melshi's skin, but he didn't mind. Melshi wrapped his long arms tightly around Cassian's smaller frame and squeezed him gently, rubbing his back and shoulders and any part of him he could reach to help warm him up. 

Cassian let out a soft noise, not of contentment exactly, not in their circumstances, but whatever it was, Melshi felt himself blinking back tears, and he held Cassian tighter.

“I've got you,” Melshi whispered against Cassian's hair. “Whatever happens now, I've got you.”

Cassian wrapped an arm around Melshi's middle, and held on tightly.

“I know we shouldn't have stopped,” Cassian murmured, his voice sounding raw and defeated.

“No, it's good,” Melshi replied quickly, stroking the side of Cassian's face with one hand. “There's no way we could have kept going like that forever. And I can't have you collapsing on me. I need you, Cassian.”

Melshi said his name with the same purpose he had once said his false moniker.

“I don't know,” Cassian said. “I feel like I'm weighing you down right now, like you're carrying me through this. I want you to get out of here.”

Cassian said those last words with urgency, clutching the front of Melshi’s shirt tightly in his fist. His voice sounded strangled, like he might cry.

“I'm not going anywhere without you,” Melshi said, echoing Cassian's same urgency back to him, moving enough so that he could look Cassian in the eye. “Like you said before we jumped, we made it. Anything good that happens next, I count as extra. And you just wait, it'll be your turn to carry me soon enough. That's the only way we'll make it any further, relying on each other, looking out for each other.”

Slowly and carefully, Melshi disentangled Cassian's hand from the material of his shirt, and kissed the rough skin of his knuckles.

The way Cassian looked back at him nearly took his breath away. There was something almost dreamy about his expression, and his dark eyes shone with such love, Melshi could almost pretend for a moment that they were just two silly teenagers, here to make out under the stars.

To further the fantasy, just for a moment, Melshi leaned down and pressed his lips softly against Cassian's.

Cassian deepened the kiss in response, and brought his hand up to trace Melshi's cheek and jaw with his fingertips, before cradling the back of his neck.

“We'll carry each other, then,” Cassian said very quietly when they parted, bringing his head back down to rest against Melshi's shoulder.

“Yeah, we will,” Melshi agreed. “You try to get some shut-eye for a few more minutes, hm? I'll keep watch, wake you up when it's time to get moving.”

“Okay,” Cassian said, sounding half-asleep already. “I love you, Melshi.”

Melshi felt the words whispered against his neck more than he actually heard them.

“I love you, too, Cassian,” Melshi replied, unable to keep the tremor of emotion and love out of his voice.

Then he held Cassian tight, moved his gaze upwards to the sky, and let his tears fall.

#melshian #my fic #fic #cassian x melshi #cassian andor #cassian andor x ruescott melshi #ruescott melshi #melshi #andor #andor series #andor s1 #star wars andor #andor fic #andor fanfiction

[pedrito-friskito]

REBEL SUNS

cassian andor has a bad habit of losing the things he loves.

the tragedy before the tragedy. before scarif, before jyn erso and the death star, fate had something else planned for cassian. something fleeting and fiery, something he could tell himself over and over that he couldn’t have, that he didn’t need. but something he was given, something he lost…you.

full disclosure: this story is sad as hell. there is no happy ending (we’ve all seen rogue one, we know what happens to captain andor in the end). but I wanted to give him something in the interim, something to fuel his rebellious desire a little further, something to show why he built up his walls, what made him the way that he was by the end. but mostly, I wanted to give him hope.

warnings: MY BLOG IS 18+, MINORS DNI (each chapter will have their own, but please start here before you dive into the story) DEATH, canon-typical violence and injuries, SPOILERS FOR BOTH THE ANDOR SERIES and ROGUE ONE (I highly suggest watching both before reading this if you haven’t already - there are lots of easter eggs and references!), mentions/depictions of blood, kidnapping, brief mentions of torture (no depictions), betrayal, mutual pining, smut, unprotected p-in-v, oral (f and m receiving), swearing, jealous!cassian, typical imperial behaviour (read: a bunch of assholes). reader dies in the end, the final chapter is rogue one from cassian’s perspective after the events of this fic. my askbox is always open if you want a heads up on anything else.

chapters + release dates under the cut!

summaries will be posted after chapters are released. chapters with smut are marked with *, chapters eight and nine contain explicit reader/character deaths.

chapter one: (take me back to) the night we met

cassian finds something familiar in the mud, and gets much more than he bargained for.

chapter two: how rare and beautiful it is (to even exist)

you and cassian pull a job for luthen, and something is starting to form between you and the rebel.

chapter three: just my soul responding (to the heavy heart I’m holding)*

things don’t go as planned on hosnian prime.

chapter four: takes one to know one (you’re a cowboy like me)*

cassian lets his emotions get the better of him.

chapter five: (we are all) living in a dream* - TBA

chapter six: there is a light (that never goes out)* - TBA

chapter seven: a sky full of stars (you light up the dark)* - TBA

chapter eight: (goodbye, goodbye, goodbye) you were bigger than the whole sky - TBA

chapter nine: I know the end (the end is near) - TBA

#rebel suns #my fics #cassian andor #cassian andor fic #cassian andor fanfiction #cassian andor smut #cassian andor angst #cassian andor fluff #andor fic #andor fanfiction #cassian andor x female reader #cassian andor x reader #cassian andor x you #rogue one fic #rogue one fanfiction #rogue one #andor #tw: death #tw: torture

[ser-rctslcyer]

Wanna Join? || Cassian Andor

Pairing: Cassian Andor x AFAB! Gender-neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Kinktober: Day 1 + Dirty Talk

Warnings: NSFW, Friends to Lovers, Coded Language (clit & cunt), Dirty Talk, Riding, Breeding

A/N: These are 18+ works, so no minors(you will be blocked)!! Also if you have a blank blog or no age/age range listed I will also block!!!

Whining winds dance through the near barren streets. 

It was that time of night, when everyone died down and settled in their homes, maybe at their tables or in their beds— all except you. You couldn’t sleep, and since there was nothing better for you to do in your house, you wandered the streets. Your head was as lost as the dim little lights above you, pondering how dismal everything seemed working for the same ol’ scraps. Most days were tiresome, the same mediocre days, as stale as the beer the bar served here. There were only certain moments in your life that you felt like you were living— or rather a certain person.

It wasn’t hard to imagine his dark messy hair you’d like to run your fingers through or the scruffy beard you felt against your cheek. His laugh echoed around your head like it was its own song, or how he jeered at anyone thinking they could mess with him. It wasn’t hard envisioning him after all, you two had spent hours together almost every day. 

Without realizing it you had begun heading towards “his secret place”; the broken run-down ship Cassian had liked to stay at. You chuckled to yourself, deciding that if anyone could cure your late-night boredom it would be him. It didn’t take long for you to get there. Stumbling carefully through the small junkyard, you noticed the small dim light on in the ship; he was awake— good. 

Grinning, you tip-toed quietly, hoping to give him a good scare before asking for company. As you reached the bay door, you barely catch the glimpse of his legs. You stepped closer when you heard soft sighs, almost sounding like moans. You freeze as your eyes adjust to the low light, taking in the full sight before you. Cassian’s hand strokes over his cock, thumb swiping over the tip after every few pumps. His hair covered his eyes, the bottom of his shirt tugged between his teeth, and his stomach was flexing and shuddering with every pleased noise that left him. Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe him and his allure; enjoying himself thoroughly and basking in it. You knew you should have left but you couldn’t tear your eyes away as your feelings swelled into your chest. 

“Like what you see?” he grins lustfully, head tilting back as his eyes settled on yours; a low whine leaving him as he pumped himself slower. Your heart drummed in your chest, completely enraptured by how unfazed he was that you caught him like this. 

It’s an absolute turn-on. 

“Maybe,” you answer flatly to which he chuckled and you hoped he didn’t see your jaw clench and the sharp intake of air that followed after. Heat spreads through you as you watch him continue to please himself and it knots your stomach. Through the little light, you see the cocky little grin on his lips and you try to keep calm.

“I didn’t expect you to be visiting this late; couldn’t sleep?” there’s a small side of genuine concern in his voice along with something akin to excitement. 

“I was feeling bored.”

“Well if that’s the case,” he looks over his lips, eyes staring fiercely into your own, “wanna join?” the offer strings a soft ‘fuck’ from you, that Cass seems to soak up; stroking himself faster as he rested back against the wall. 

There was no resisting. 

Hastily you kick off you own boots, ripping your jacket off as you made your way to him. As soon as you were in reach, he grabbed you, pulling you to his lap. You can feel his cock press against your thigh, a small groan leaving him as he kisses you greedily; tongue sweeping the inside of your mouth, drawing out all your hunger. Fingers digging into his shirt, he kisses you like he’s been craving nothing but your moans. 

It’s hard not to stop till your lungs are burning and he strips you of your shirt and then his own. Brushing his lips over your newly exposed skin, he works your belt off of you, tossing it with the pile of clothes. You stand up a bit, leaning over him as he tugs down your pants and underwear slowly; leaving little bites over the ‘v’ of your hips and your lower stomach. He brings you back to him, and your knees press into the cool metal; he cups you and kisses you again. 

“Wet already?” he murmurs against your lips, stroking over your folds. 

“Cassian, don’t you dare even start,” you whimper, nipping his neck as you rock gently against his fingers. 

“Start what?” he teases, brushing the pad of his middle finger against your clit, causing you to shudder. He nips and kisses the corner of your mouth as you struggle to recover your breath. 

“You know what I mean.”

“Do you want my fingers,” he palms over your cunt, taunting you with one of his long fingers, “or would you prefer my cock?” he takes himself in hand, tapping it against you heat. 

“Your cock, please,” you sputter out all too fast, shaking as you rest your head on your shoulder.

“That eager huh?” he jabs and your response dies in your throat as he slides into you; pushing your hips down so he bottoms out. Moans leave from both of your mouths’ and Cassian presses his forehead to yours, murmuring in a language you had only heard once from him before. He never told you what he said or what it was but you knew it came from someplace of trust and for that, you were grateful– content. 

This time it leaves you feeling dizzy.

His warm breath fans over your face as you adjust to him and slowly you lift yourself halfway up over his cock before dropping down slowly. His hands aide you as you set a steady pace for yourself, enjoying the stretch of him. He can’t keep his own hips still, meeting you with sharp thrusts but not enough to knock you off your rhythm. It’s intoxicating, the soothing sounds of night along with your shared moans and kisses that roamed rampant over any part within reach. His hands take moments, mapping over your back and taking you all in, as you do with him, watching the way his chest rises and falls. You can’t focus on anything because everything feels too good, too gratifying–  too perfect– you easily  lose yourself in the feeling of him.

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you,” he growls softly against your throat. His voice and the scratch of his beard makes you want to whine but you bite back the noise. He bucks his hips faster and you throw your head back, muffled cries building in your chest. 

“Don’t hold back, let me hear you,” he expresses his desire, following it up with a sharp thrust; knocking the air out of you. You cry his name, whines, and whimpers spilling out of you as he takes control of your hips, moving you over his cock. 

“That’s it sweetheart.” the soft praise makes your toes curl.

“Please keep talking,” you plead, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’m so close,” your hips rock on their own, the pleasure inside of you nearly bursting at the seams.

“You like it when I talk like this?” he coos in that same sweet tone; driving his cock deeper inside of you.

“Cassian, fuck— stop being a fucking tease.”

“No can do sweetheart— not when I know how excited you get from it,” he boasts and your hips can’t help but rock into his words. Your whimpers are left against his cheek as your body moves instinctively, trying to reach its peak– but it wasn’t enough. Pitifully you whine, rolling your hips faster but to no avail. 

“Keep going, you’re doing so good for me,” his voice was music to your ears, as your cries picked up again and your stomach tightened. Desperately you tried to meet his thrusts, determined and eager for your release. 

“Right there, baby,” the encouragement spurred you more, ignoring the slight ache in your thighs, “want me to fill you up?” his words were almost lost in the wet smack of his hips and your own jumbled noises before anything coherent left your mouth. 

“Yes.”

“Then come for me.” those simple directions were all it took for you to clamp over his cock; coming hard with the cry of his name. He fucked you through the beginning of your orgasm until his came along and he moaned into your chest. He tugged you to his chest as he relaxed back, keeping his movements to a minimum as you both caught your breaths; the mess between you felt extraordinary. His hands map over your back, rubbing soft circles over it as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead. When they stopped, his nose presses against your head, and you peer up to see his usual smartass smile. 

“Still bored?” 

“Fuck off, Cassian,” you huff, playfully smacking his shoulder; his chuckles echo softly as he holds you tight. 

#rct fic #cassian andor x reader #andor fic #cassian andor smut

[amywritesthings]

ownership of mine (4/4)

pairing: kino loy x f!reader ( andor ) word count: 2.2k summary: The Empire has integrated their prison systems, with you as one of the few women now incarcerated at Narkina 5. The unit manager takes you under his wing – but for reasons you didn’t anticipate.

tags: 18+ MINORS DNI! post-narkina arc, peril, presumed character death (he ain't dead gtfo of here), alcohol, angst with a happy ending a/n: this epilogue-ish chapter is dedicated to the wonderful people of next big franchise. without you all, this fic wouldn't have been possible. my many thanks for your laughs and friendship over the last year.

           PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR

welcome to the tenth day of the twelve days of amymas !!

Seven-hundred days.

It would have been seven-hundred entire days since you last stepped foot on solid earth;

Since your last real meal;

Since you made a vow to keep your head low, to serve, so that you could finally see the sun again.

And you were going to see the sun again.

Your sentence was drawing to a close with little incident.

Kino Loy would leave first, and you would follow.

Your new life was right there.

—but then the prison riots happened, and everything went to shit.

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The day Cassian Andor arrived at Narkina 5 is still a hazy one. 

You recognized the fire in his eyes right away; a death wish walking on two legs.

Cassian wanted out of here the minute he stepped foot in this place. 

(Didn’t he know he had to serve his time, keep his head low, and do what he must?)

He became Kino's new problem and, naturally, yours.

Every day after became a blur.

Kino continued to keep order, to remind everyone of the common goal, even with Andor's poison of fighting their way out.

The floor manager still met you with secret touches, longing stares, and whispered promises to meet you at the showers when the unit was busy feeding...

But then something changed.

Veemoss dies. One hundred men on Level Two get fried.

The final domino was the passing of Ulaf.

Something snapped, and that something — that someone — was Kino.

Because Kino Loy wasn't busy keeping order, no.

The opposite:

Kino Loy was readily agreeing to chaos.

Order was an illusion. 

The other floors were frying.

No one was getting out of the bottom of this pit.

One way out.

So your Unit banded together and pushed up.

Up, up, until you took the prison for yourselves.

Up, up, until you saw the expanse of a tumultuous sea.

Then down — off the platform, pushed by the other desperate prisoners.

Into the freezing water, where you fought for your lungs to propel you to shore.

Away from Narkina 5.

All without Kino.

You’d lost the fearless leader of Five-Two-D somewhere in the mayhem.

Kino!

The constant of sweaty hands and bustling bare feet made it hard standing still as you shouted his name.

Kino!

A brief moment of relief passes through your body when you see that familiar head of salt and pepper hair.

Your eyes connect. He looks just as worried as you — until he sees that you're safe.

I can’t swim.

You swear you heard it — Kino’s voice, but it's too late.

One burly prisoner knocks straight into you to dive off the platform, knocking you backwards with him.

You lose your footing.

The world is weightless as you fall to the ocean.

Your back collides with the water, leaving you with little choice:

Either you live or you die.

You can't go back for him.

Too many bodies are falling to the depths, and if you don't move, then you may get crushed.

So you choose:

You swim.

You swim and never look back.

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SIX MONTHS LATER

It’s freezing at this outpost.

However, it’s better to be freezing in the Outer Rim than living in fear within the inner cities. That would be a surefire way of getting caught by the Empire.

Besides, you don't hate it here. The people are nice. Everyone mostly keeps to themselves.

You've finally seen the sun, eaten hot meals.

You've built a life.

As you enter your favorite dive of a cantina, you’re met with a swirl of artificial warmth. The bar curls at the center of the tiny establishment. A lone singer, a wanted criminal of the Empire herself, croons gently on the makeshift stage at the far right corner. The air reeks of the seasonal ale.

Scharzi, the Iktochi bartender, gives you a sage nod.

You’re welcomed here, even if you don’t usually speak much.

For the longest time, you spoke with no one.

(Paranoia seeped into your very bones.)

After a few weeks, however, you choose to chat with the locals.

It seems like everyone's on the run from the Empire in one way or another. Fugitives with a past and a present, not looking towards much of a future.

Maybe life is simple, dull, in the Outer Rim, but you all agree on one thing:

At least it’s free.

When you sit and shrug off your coat, you give a bland smile to the bartender and hold up a finger: the usual.

They’ve decorated this hole in the wall better than most.

An assortment of winter decorations, lights and strings, line the low ceilings of this place.

It’s cozier with the added lights. Less bleak and depressing.

Scharzi glances at you briefly as his assistant, a small twi’lek — Phia — earning her keep, smiles at you.

Phia is peppy despite her grave interactions with the Empire, scorned and orphaned, but Scharzi has done the best he can to give her shelter and a place to hide.

To be a ghost, like the rest of you.

“Doing anything for the holiday this weekend?” she asks after pushing a goblet of your usual ale to you.

Glancing up at the eager young woman, you shake your head. “Not particularly.”

“Well, we’ll be open our usual hours. I’m sure Charlie and a few others will be coming around,” Phia cheerfully informs.

She cleans up a sticky circle on the counter as a body takes a seat on the stool beside you.

“Then I guess I’ll be here tomorrow, too,” you tell her, scooting on your bar stool to give the stranger some room. 

“You better bring your best holiday wish, then.”

“A wish?”

“Yeah, we always do them here.” Phia glances to the man beside you. “What can I get you?”

He waves her off without a word.

(Not uncommon around these parts.)

“Just tell me when you do want something, alright?” she pleasantly tells him, before turning her back to the wall of liquor bottles to rearrange them. “So? What’s your wish?”

You snort, taking another long gulp of your drink.

"My wish?"

"Yeah! Lay it on me. I promise telling doesn't make it not come true."

“It won’t ever come true, so." You sip again, shaking your head. "I don't particularly feel worried about it not happening.”

“Now that I doubt,” Phia counters, sing-song and light. “C'mon. Try me. Hypothetically, what would you make your wish?”

This is stupid.

Then again, so is trying to survive as hard as you have.

There isn’t a point to it, to any of it, yet you live freely out of spite and spite alone.

(The Empire will not win.)

“My wish. I guess I’d wish for… ha, well, I lost someone.”

You trail off before becoming resolute. Certain. 

You see him in your mind’s eyes — the way he ducked his chin while sitting on his knees, staring you in the eye with the promise of a better tomorrow.

You earned this.

Your heart clenches.

“He, uh… I think he passed away a few months back. I don’t really know what happened to him. I hope it didn't come to that, but it was unlikely he survived. I think my wish would be getting to see him again, some day.”

The awkwardness of Phia’s stare makes you down the rest of your ale before giving it back.

“Mind topping me off?”

The twi’lek nods solemnly, taking the ale and disappearing around the semi-circle bar to bring you a fresh pint.

His words linger on your tongue, sticking to the roof of your mouth.

You earned this.

Living.

Breathing.

Being.

“Bloody awful wish if you ask me.”

The stranger beside you speaks up.

Their voice is baritone, low with an unmistakable growl.

You almost drop your drink from the shock.

In a flash, you whip your attention to an older man staring back at you: white curls with a growing salt and pepper beard, shorter in height yet twice as intense in the eyes.

His cheeks and nose are reddened by the cold outside.

Maybe Phia laced the ale with something, because you know you’re not drunk.

Maybe you’re tired. Hallucinating.

Or maybe—

“Should spend a wish on something that’s not so easy to come true,” Kino Loy grunts, setting his hands on the bar top as he regards you.

You can’t speak.

Won’t.

You’re too afraid to blink the illusion away.

The older man stares you down, waiting in silence until Phia brings back your second ale.

“Mind giving me what she’s having?” he asks the young barkeep, knowingly making her take a second trip around the other end of the bar to give you space.

"Sure thing! She likes 'em strong, hope that's alright," Phia chirps.

Kino thumbs at his nose. "I'll do my best to handle it."

You haven't stopped staring. You're sure Phia notices your wide-eye gaze.

It doesn't matter, because no matter how much you blink, Kino is still there.

He keeps his chin ducked while he waits to be alone again, before his voice smooths out the edges.

(Just like he always did, when it was only the two of you.)

“Didn’t bring a bloody bouquet of Queen’s Hearts with me, but—”

“How?”

You hate how much of a bark the question is, but the blurt must come before you’re rendered mute.

Kino’s mouth presses to a thin line of regret.

“Is this real?” you whisper, voice dropping to a whisper of uncertainty. “Because I heard—”

“I know.”

“And I saw—”

“I know,” he repeats with a heavy sigh. “It’s more complicated then what we have time for tonight. I’m not here to relive the past, kid. Maybe another night, but not this one.”

Your brain reels with memories you once swallowed so far down they stuck to the pit of your stomach, now threatening to spill here:

Kino Loy, alive and well, at the very Outer Rim city you’ve been hiding in all this time.

“How the hell did you find me?” you quietly reply, absently tightening your grip on the handle of your ale as you process the scent of him.

Faint cologne lingers, new, but it’s still him.

It’s still him.

Kino mumbles a thank you to the twi’lek bartender who then disappears once she hands him the ale, allowing you the illusion of privacy in this cantina.

“...you’re not easy to find, I'll give you that,” he explains, taking a sip of the ale.

His eyes slip close, relishing in its taste, before taking a second, much bigger gulp.

“Had to ask around, but I remember you mentioning this place. Remember you mentioning a couple of places, figured maybe you chose to hide out on one of 'em."

"And you..."

"Went to every single one? Yeah," he supplies. "I’m not one to waste time. Not when we’re living on a borrowed case of it, so I hit up as many places as I could. Finally found you on this one.”

Kino allows a moment to pass, settling his ale back on the bar top, before he leans in.

You don’t move, mesmerized by the way his chest rises and falls under his gray tunic.

Alive.

Alive, alive, alive—

“I told you once that we’d get the hell out of that shitehole, once and for all, and I’d buy you whatever drink fits your fancy at the nearest cantina.”

The man reaches a slow, cautious hand from the table.

Magnetism draws you in, desperate to feel something stable, something warm.

Eventually his palm connected with your cheek and you’re threatened with a surge of emotion.

Same calluses. Same stroke of his thumb.

Simultaneously, you both suck in a sharp breath — two octaves of the same relief.

It’s as though an electric spark flows between you, and you find yourself nuzzling his palm with a longing that’s propelled you for six straight months.

Kino chuckles under his breath at this, only to move in closer. 

His other hand cups your face, cradling your head in his reach.

“Sorry I couldn’t find the bloody flowers,” he exhales. “Not exactly welcome at the pearly gates of Naboo, if you could imagine that.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the flowers, Kino,” you inhale, earning another rumbling laugh from the older man.

“No, didn’t think you would.”

When you slip your eyes open, you see him shake his head as if mesmerized by what’s before him.

You stare right back, raising your hands to gently rest against his.

Kino studies your face in the dim lights of the cantina, Adam’s apple bobbing from a thick swallow.

He frowns briefly, as if plagued by a morose thought, before his shoulders droop.

There’s so much to say.

So many doors have closed…

Yet reuniting with the man who taught you to fight to live feels like a fresh start, all the same. 

“I’ll take that drink, though,” you murmur, forcing a tired smile to play on your lips.

The former unit manager’s eyes instantly drop to your mouth.

“Whatever you want, love, so long as you’ll have me.”

The smile on your face grows.

He mirrors, huffing and smiling back — only to drag you in for a searing, devastated kiss.

For the first time in years, hope is within the confines of your galaxy.

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#kino loy x reader #kino loy x f!reader #kino loy x you #kino loy fanfiction #andor fanfiction #andor fanfic #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #star wars fic #kino x you #kino x reader #andor fic #kino loy fanfic #twelve days of amymas

[notasapleasure]

The Saga of the Coal-biter and the Skraeling

A Cassian Andor/Brasso medieval Icelandic saga AU

Keeping my head down was not as much a part of my nature as I thought it was, though. And it's no easy task when you're tall and stand out for a variety of other reasons. Everything I did to try and distance myself from my father and his past only made me appear stranger in Icelandic eyes - the more I tried to extricate myself from the build-up to a feud, the more determined the world was to drag me into it.

That included Cassian. His people were familiar with war, he was clear about that much. He was too proud not to be susceptible to the mores of the honour-based culture he had found himself in. Also, he saw something in me I don't suppose anyone else had seen, just as in him, I found another true outsider in the eyes of the only place I knew.

For many years, I thought of us as just that: two outsiders, bound by our detached perspective on this odd little world. Cassian never did think of it in those terms though. Cassian saw me and he saw anger beneath the veneer of calm disinterest, like he could see the well of magma rising under a volcano. He saw me and he recognised a fellow freak, I suppose - we weren't linked because he was the only one who didn't think of me as trollish, but because he was the only other one trollish enough to recognise one of his own.

I didn't want a sword and I didn't want to go raiding. I didn't want to be involved in a feud. But Cassian did see a latent hunger for vengeance in me, and he was patient in drawing it out.

#turns up late to #andorappreciation2023 #with niche fic no one has time to read #hi guyzzzz #brasso #cassian andor #andor series #andor #star wars andor #disney andor #star wars #star wars fic #andor fic #brasso the ferrixian #brassian #brasso/cassian andor #cassian andor/brasso #saga au #brassian saga au #my fics

[dilf-din]

Yeehawgust Day 3: Wanted Poster

Rebelcaptain Western AU (Outlaw!Jyn & Cass)

WC: 1450

Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Syril Karn

Rating: T

Warnings: typical western violence, light language, playing god with star wars canon and added western elements

A/N: howdy y’all! This one was fun, I’m definitely going to be doing a few more mini fics for them this month. Barely proofread so sorry for any typos. Without further ado, please enjoy the misadventures of Fulcrum and Stardust ✨

Order. The Empire craved order. It needed order to survive. It relied on systems and balance and people who could keep everything in check. It relied on subdued civilians with the fight beaten out of them. A list that extensive took cold and competent people, and Syril Karn was one of the best.

Syril was the head of a system of sheriff’s departments located in the desert colonies. It wasn’t a glamorous station by far, but it was a busy one by way of crime, and being entrusted with it was a high honor. He was due for a promotion soon and had been prepping his case to present to the council the afternoon that everything transpired.

He awoke just like any other morning, five minutes before his alarm, ever the overachiever. He shaved his already smooth face, buttoned his shirt all the way to his ivory throat, and secured his gun at his hip, ready to draw at a moment’s notice. He had a plain breakfast of toast and eggs and listened to the morning news broadcast over the crackle of his radio. He checked the watch on his wrist and double checked it with the clock over his stove before pushing back from the table. Just one more day’s work to get through before his meeting with the council. He smiled smugly as he locked the door behind him, and headed down the walk to his barn.

His dark dapple grey horse stood dutifully in his stall, all saddled and ready for a day of patrolling and intimidating civilians.

“Good morning, Zero,” Syril said with a nod, dismissing the stable boy who assisted him in the mornings. “Today’s the day,” he whispered into the stallion’s ear, causing it to flick against his cheek.

The toe of Jyn’s boot drug lazily against the wooden floor, tracing a series of crooked lines in the dust as she swayed back and forth in her hammock. Her left arm hung down as she rolled out the cylinder of her worn revolver before swinging it shut in a repetitive motion. The sound of metal against her leather gloves soothed her as she waited for Cassian’s return. Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the wood casting beams of pale yellow light through clouds of dust. Jyn had her bandana pulled over her nose to keep the dank, musty smell out. As far as hideouts go, this definitely wasn’t the worst place they’d landed. Cassian’s old friend, Ruescott, had opened up his attic space to the pair as they were currently on the run.

“Just one more job, then I promise we’re out of here for good,” Cassian had promised. Their days spent trekking across the continent with a string of livid Imperial officers on their tail were coming to a close.

People easily fit into two categories around these parts, those who disagreed with the Empire, and those who were pissed off enough to do something about it. Jyn and Cassian fell into the latter category.

The truth was, Jyn didn’t mind this life. She would’ve been bored being a housewife on a homestead somewhere. She liked the thrill of the chase, the disguises, the planning. She lived for the adrenaline rushes, the lies, the cons. Robbing those bastards blind was her reason to get out of bed in the morning. To spit in the face of the people who had killed her parents, killed Cassian’s family, left them alone in the world until they found each other.

Jyn and Cassian met back to back in a shootout trying to pinch some artifacts getting delivered to an Imperial temple. Apparently their informant had slipped up and given the tip to both of them. They took down an entire swarm of Imperial grunts in no time and escaped with their loot in tow. They hadn’t parted since that day, finding more than just a convenient partnership.

But Cassian was growing tired from running for so long. He had planned this last heist for months now, detailing everything down to the meter, the second, the dollar amount. They were planning to clear out the vault of the Aldhani treasury, a nearby town infamous for its heavily guarded store of Imperial wealth and weaponry. It was an affluent little offset in the midst of desert poverty, a real diamond in the rough. They had been waiting for the cattle drives to start making their way through town to set everyone into action, spending the last few weeks holed up in a sloping room that was somehow too wet and too dry at the same time. The prior night, Cassian and Melshi had gone to set charges on a nearby bridge that allowed the passage of the steers into town, hoping that the commotion would draw the law enforcement away to deal with the buildup of livestock and people alike. He had headed out to check and see that everything was falling into place while Jyn waited behind. The likelihood of them being recognized while they were together was high. Their faces were plastered on wanted posters across every nearby town. “Fulcrum and Stardust, wanted dead or alive by the Empire.” Jyn took to cutting her hair and pilfering new outfits as much as she could. Cassian, on the other hand, was a little harder to conceal.

Just then, she heard footsteps below her plodding into the house. She straightened herself and waited for the attic stairs to drop down and that crown of dark hair to pop through the opening in the floor.

Cassian ascended the creaky stairs and clambered into the small room out of breath.

“Well?” she asked impatiently. His face broke out into a wide grin under the thick mustache he had grown out.

“It worked. It couldn’t be more perfect. They’ve got a lot of the regular sentry men helping redirect people to another bridge on the east side of the river. Almost everyone in town is out there watching the commotion.” He took her cheeks in his hands and pulled down the black bandana to reveal her lips slightly parted in awe at the report.

“I’m going to get you out of here, Jyn. We can go anywhere, build a home, hide out from all this shit.”

She was now mirroring his toothy grin with one of her own and leaning forward to place a quick kiss to his lips.

“Let’s go get our prize then, yeah?”

Syril’s route today had changed. The commotion at the Aldhani bridge was drawing in support from all over. He saw it his duty to go supervise, nose turned high in the air, cheeks burning from the spring sun, none the wiser to the fact that one of the biggest entities under his jurisdiction was being bled dry just a few minutes away.

Cass had somehow commandeered a wagon and hooked it up to their two steeds. It was pulled up behind the treasury being piled high with sacks of coins and other valuables. Jyn was waiting in the wagon to tie everything down and throw a blanket over top while Cassian made a few more trips. She had discarded the white bonnet she had been using to shield her eyes from the sun, and had used one of her knives to cut her skirt off at the knees giving her easy access to her boots and thigh holsters. Cassian’s last trip consisted of two new rifles, a couple of explosives, and as much ammo as he could carry.

“That it?”

He nodded, and shed the officers coat and cap he had taken, leaving them next to Jyn’s discarded garments. He was left in gray trousers, overalls, and a loose fitting white shirt that he rolled the sleeves on before hopping up onto the bench. He lent a hand down to Jyn who swung up next to him just as they heard the sound of voices coming from inside the vault where they had left the back door cracked open.

“That’s our cue!” Cassian snapped the reins, and the horses took off.

Jyn’s braids whipped wildly in the wind as she turned to see two officers emerging from the dark room and shouting. She aimed her revolver and hit one dead in the chest, and the other in the shoulder. He cursed as he fell into the sand, blood streaming through his fingers as they grasped his wound desperately. She blew the smoke from the tip and twirled it on her finger before setting it on the bench between them.

“You’re crazy,” Cassian said with a wide grin.

“We both are,” she laughed right at him.

#yeehawgust #yeehawgust 2023 #wanted poster #rebelcaptain #rebelcaptain fic #Rebelcaptain au #jyn erso #cassian andor #syril karn #rogue one #rogue one fic #andor #andor fic

[kleyamarki]

HI so i wrote the implied meeting between salman paak and kleya. it's part of my magnum opus eat your young andor concept fic. this is ultimately going to be bix-centered, focused on "throw enough rope till the legs have swung" (pretty on the nose for ya, sorry paak)

anyway, it's below the cut. maybe let me know what you think? idk i'm bored.

The man has Ferrix written all over him. It’s in the way he leaves the seats in the room for those much older and those much younger, the way he genuinely listens to everyone in the room, and the mechanic’s oil he’s tried to wash out of the jacket he wears. Kleya selects him as her mark out of the packed room. A speaker drones on about the injustices the Empire has rought, and Kleya nods along – she agrees, obviously. But speaking to a room of people will ultimately do nothing. It’s her job to pick out people she believes will be willing to take an extra step. She has hope for the man who would come all the way from Ferrix.

[ok itty bitty time skip (because i’m impatient with my writing brain and want to share this anyway), like a matter of a few minutes, think rebel meeting but more like a lecture. kleya looks like she should be part of it, like she could be one of the leaders of this little group, even. but she stands on the outskirts of the room, like she’s the lowest rung of the leader totem pole. in reality she’s not one of them, but she’s there to see if she can get anyone for her & luthen’s purposes. she also introduces herself to paak. obviously with a different name and all that. okay onto the rest]

“You know,” Kleya says over a cup of caf, “If you’re serious about this, you could be our liaison on your homeworld.” She uses ‘our’ lightly in terms of the current surroundings. She hopes he doesn’t notice the leaders of the group aren’t fraternizing with the attendees. Her network needs this. The Separatists here might too, but there’s a reason she’s handpicked him specifically. They don’t need to know that. 

Paak lets a huff of air out of his nose, a laugh, maybe, “Ferrix? They’d rather take the Empire’s money and ignore them.” Kleya’s brow furrows as the words leave his mouth. “They have each other, they can ignore the rest.”

“But you’re here.”

“But I’m here,” he sighs.

Kleya spies her opening. “I can offer more money for the Imperial toys you trade already.”

“You don’t want some uprising?” Paak raises an eyebrow, silently saying what Kleya wants him to realize – you’re not the same as them, the Separatists she’s playing. Maybe he even thinks their arrangement would be less dangerous than an overt uprising. She hopes, for his sake, he doesn’t have to learn the truth of the matter. 

“We know the game you salvagers play,” Kleya says, revealing just enough to reel him in. “And we could put it to better use. A use you’d probably like more, anyway, considering you’re here.” She sips her caf, looks back at the room.

Paak is silent for a moment longer than Kleya would like. He sips his caf too, thinking. She interjects, “You’d get a radio, signal when you have something for my buyer. We’ll catch it, he’ll pay a visit. All fairly simple, if you can get your hands on equipment we need at the right time.”

At that, Paak nods. Although he still looks the slightest bit uneasy, Kleya knows she’s got him. “As long as the radio’s alive, you’ll get a stipend too.” She debates for a split second what she’ll say next, but goes ahead anyway, “All the better for your family, right?”

Paak raises an eyebrow, but there’s something in his eye that says he’s in for the guarantee of a regular income stream. “You said liaison,” he says, finally, “Could I bring someone in, put them in contact with your buyer?”

Kleya doesn’t want to say yes, but they need Ferrix. “Sure, you’re the one on the ground.” A half-truth. He doesn’t need to know that. 

Paak nods, “You have a deal.”

Kleya suppresses a smile. She can still be happy about the small successes. “We’ll send you the radio in the next few weeks. Signal, and the buyer will come.”

#i literally hold my breath writing kleya and had to take multiple breaks writing this #i love it maybe you will too or maybe you'll hate it but fuck it #i do this for me and you are my hostage audience (she says putting it below a cut) #kleya marki #andor fic

[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 16- Shower Sex

Cassian Andor x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.1k

Warnings- smut(18+ only), handjob, pining, feelings

Notes- Cassian mi amor!!! I definitely need to write more for him cause I love him so much!! And there’s no set timeone on where this is set so no spoilers for the Andor series. List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​!

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You heard the showers running when you stepped into the communal fresher, and since it was late into the night you knew there was only one person that could be in there. It had become somewhat of a routine for you and Cassian to have these late night rendezvous in the showers. Although all true feelings remained unspoken, there was still the trust between the two of you to go to each other for a release when you needed it. 

After quickly and quietly turning around to lock the fresher door, you stripped yourself of your clothes and tip-toed your way over to where Cassian stood under the running water. You paused for a moment to marvel at his toned back, and the way his dampened skin glistened in the pale light. He was a sight to behold, but you knew the feelings would only complicate things, so you never spoke aloud how much you actually cared for him.

“Are you just going to stand there and gawk,” Cassis’s playful tone caught you off guard as he turned over his shoulder to meet your gaze, “Or are you planning on joining?”

All your breath escaped your lungs when you saw the way he looked at you. But you quickly regained your composure and gave him a low tone right back, “Joining, of course.”

Cassian let out a short laugh before he turned his back to you once more. Even from a distance, you saw the tension in his shoulders, and you knew without words that he needed you tonight. You cleared your throat and stepped into the shower with him, closing the distance between your naked bodies.

It was something the two of you had done many times before, yet tonight you felt nervous for some reason. But you swallowed your nerves and reached out for his toned figure. Cassian hissed at the first contact, but quickly relaxed as you ran your hands along his back and around to his front. 

When he tried to turn around to face you, you tightened your grip on him, “No,” you whispered, “Let me tonight.”

He breathed your name, almost as if in protest at first, but as you ran your hands across his chest and gave his pecs a firm squeeze, his resolve broke. Cassian hummed and turned around so that his back was to you once more and let out a hushed groan as you massaged his pecs more. 

You leaned yourself against his back as you ran your hands down his stomach. A flash of a frown came across your face when you felt new scars on his skin and it made your heart sink. Perhaps the thought that you could possibly lose him is what made your nerves spike, but you quickly pushed that out of your head. He was here now, and you just wanted to savor the time you had.

Cassian let out a low groan when you reached his cock, already half hard from the way you caressed his body. The water hit both of you as you wrapped your hands around his length and lazily stroked him. You kissed along the tense muscles in his back as you felt him harden more in your hand.

He whispered your name as he reached out and braced his arms on the wall. Water from the shower soaked his hair, but Cassian didn’t care. Even the cold from the water didn’t bother him when you worked his cock like that. You always took such care of him, and Cassian couldn’t help the growing fondness for you in his heart. Yet, he knew how dangerous it was when emotions got involved, so, much like you did, he kept his true feelings to himself. 

You hummed as you nibbled on Cassian’s skin and pumped him faster. The moans he let out for you compared to nothing, and you would fight the entire Empire in order to hear him just one more time. You squeezed his cock tighter as you wrapped your free arm around his body and jerked him off harder.

Cassian groaned your name as he rocked his hips in time with your hand. His hands balled into fists as he swam in the pleasure that you gave him. His skin tingled from the warmth of your body in contrast with the cold water that hit his front. A string of curses flowed from Cassian’s lips as you bit down harder on his shoulder and pumped him even faster.

“Cassian,” you breathed his name as you held him tighter.

The groans he let out sent waves of arousal through you, but you did your best to ignore them. You wanted to focus on him tonight, you wanted to make him feel good. You let out a soft whimper as your feelings bubbled up to the surface despite your attempts to bury them, and you pumped his cock harder and faster in response.

Cassian hissed your name and let out a sinful cry as his climax quickly approached. He threw his head back, the water splashing everywhere as he did so. As you squeezed him and jerked him more, his orgasm hit him without warning. With a cry of your name, Cassian spilled himself onto the shower wall in front of him, and his body shook as his climax crashed through him.

You moaned as you bucked your hips against his body as you pumped him through his high, and you only wished you saw his face when he lost control of himself. Cassian was always so composed, except when it came to you, and you loved to watch him let go when the two of you were alone. 

Heavy breaths filled the room as you slowed your rhythm down and carefully let go of Cassian’s cock. You rested your head against his back as he caught his breath, but you kept your arms tightly wrapped around his waist. 

Cassian moved his hand to cover yours on his hip and he gave your wrist a small squeeze. As much as you were content to stay like that with him in your arms, Cassian seemed to have another idea. He tugged at your arm to force you to let go so that he could turn around and face you. Water dripped down his face as the shower now hit his back, but that was the last thing on his mind.

He leaned forward and without a word, Cassian took your lips with his in a heated kiss. You moaned into the kiss as you clung to his shoulders and he wrapped his arms around your wait and spun you around so that your back was to the wall.

His tone was low and a fire burned in his eyes when he groaned, “Now it’s your turn…”

#cassian andor x reader #cassian andor #cassian andor x you #cassian andor x y/n #cassian andor imagine #cassian andor fic #cassian andor fanfiction #cassian andor fanfic #andor #andor fic #andor fanfic #andor fanfiction #Diego Luna #star wars fanfiction #star wars fic #star wars imagine #star wars fanfic #star wars #andor show #andor series #andor star wars

[faceofpoe]

Poe’s Chaos Guide to Andor Fic

(because ao3 sorting isn't specific enough, I want my own chaos sorting system and here it is)

Breaking Cassian Andor for fun and profit:

Pre-series: The Thing Itself (feat: all those little things Luthen knows about Cassian + creative use of Fest backstory + all the other little indulgent tie-ins I worked into this fic)

   Sub-category Brasso my Beloved: Pull Together

                                                                  Spark

Post-series:

Sub-category Melshi my Beloved: Mirror

                                                              Mask

Breaking Everyone Else for Fun and Profit:

Tether (Bix & Melshi, Bix/Melshi) (WIP)

Sunrise (Mon & Luthen)

Remember (Kleya & Draven)

Chandrilan Hospitality (Mon)

The Random Factor (K-2SO)

    Sub-category Putting Them Back Together in the End: Stone and Sky (Kleya & Ferrix crew)

Light(er)-hearted Spy’ish Romps:

Yearn (Luthen & Kleya)

Inside (feat: Draven)

Clarity of Purpose (feat: Melshi, Draven, K-2SO, Luthen, and where Axis & Fulcrum collide)

Double (Melshi)

Spectacle (Draven)

All In (Kleya & Cassian)

Poe’s obsession with the next 5 minutes after the screen goes to black

Everything (feat: a scenic detour)

Pyre (feat: Kleya really wants to shoot Cassian Andor, okay?)

      Sub-category Poe’s obsession with the missing Sky Kyber: Something More

That Thing the final scene of the show did to Poe’s brain and she makes no apologies:

(Or to quote tag: Handling and Manhandling)

Yield (Cassian's unsanctioned foray into sexpionage)

Escape (the one that's fucked up, but like, soft about it)

Floodgate (feat: water-type Cassian Andor)

(Or to quote tag: Being dysfunctional with one another to the point of self-destruction)

Ghosts (some of those Fondor trips are actually for the art, right?)

Equation (the one that's just fucked up, but Dr Gorst gets what's coming to him (offscreen) so it's okay in the end)

#andor #andor fic #Poe's chaos guide to the last year's descent back into Star Wars

[midnight-melancholiaaa]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Andor (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

  Relationships: Perrin Fertha/Mon Mothma, Perrin Fertha/Tay Kolma, Tay Kolma/Mon Mothma Characters: Mon Mothma, Perrin Fertha, Tay Kolma, Leida Mothma  

Additional Tags: Character Study, Introspection, Unreliable Narrator, perrin walks around his apartment feeling sorry for himself: the fic, Flashbacks, Unrequited Love, very complicated feelings about your wife, and the guy she may or may not be sleeping with, Backstory, perrin is a middle child, Metaphors, so many metaphors, References to Canon, a clinical dissection of a fucked up marriage. now starring, Alcohol, cannot be understated how present the alcohol is, Light Angst, moderately barbecued angst, fics that take A Turn, please please check desc/notes for content warnings, but i promise there is humour here too, let’s all laugh at space ted cruz, author has a questionable relationship with star wars swearing, perrin’s no good horrible very bad day, THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGGG, no i don’t know why it capitalised that tag, my beta: incredible. you’re going to superhell now

  Summary:

He swirled his vice and watched nectarine flickers flash sinuous through it, the way one would tilt a weapon and imagine the lick of the blade. Took a swig, relished the honeyed sting as it grazed down his esophagus like fingertips on skin.

//

With a final gulp, he drained it. “Tay,” he said. “Are you fucking my wife?”

 or

a hungover perrin does some soul-searching: a portrait in five acts. on insouciance, and the perks of self-immolation.

 TWs: i believe these count as fleeting allusions, but please be aware that this fic contains references to gambling, depression, disordered eating patterns and dissociation during sex. also, of course, copious alcohol.

#andor #star wars fanfiction #star wars fic #andor fic #mon mothma #perrin fertha #leida mothma #tay kolma #montay #monperrin #mon monday #idk how to feel about my magnum opus being a monperrin character study. but here we are #happy mon monday yall #midnight writes

[tboyandor]

andor rewatch one-shots: episode 1.01 kassa

so I'm rewatching Andor for the fourth time, and I've decided I'm going to try and write one-shot per episode, set during the episode!

this one is set during episode 1, right after Cassian gets back from Morlana One.

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The first thing Cassian did after landing the ship in Ferrix’s yard was collapse onto the ship’s cot. All the adrenaline that had been coursing through him during his encounter with the corpos, and the aftermath, running through the rain-soaked streets of Morlana One, flying the ship up and out of there, getting back to Ferrix in one piece, had left his body as soon as he landed. The only thing he felt in his body now was a profound, bone-deep weariness.

He truly hadn't wanted any surprises. All he wanted that night was something that could get him one step closer to finding his sister.

Cassian sat down, and swung his legs up onto the cot, pulling a thin, green blanket haphazardly across his legs. He lay on his back and stared up at the battered ceiling of the ship. His body was tired, exhausted, even, but his mind still circled one thought over and over again: 

Kerri.

Had he gotten any closer to finding her? Yes and no. It was possible she had worked on Morlana One, but if she had, she was gone now, and the trail had gone cold. He had no other leads to follow.

Despair threatened to overwhelm Cassian at that thought, but he held it off, redirecting his thoughts down another channel.

He thought about the corpos who had ended up at the wrong end of his blaster earlier that night, and it dawned on him that if Kerri had worked in that place, people like them would have been her customers. The thought made him feel sick to his stomach, and he shivered, whether out of rage or discomfort he couldn't tell. 

Cassian curled onto his side, facing the metal wall of the ship.

She would be an adult, now, just like him, he reminded himself. She could make her own choices, and if she'd survived this long she could probably take care of herself.

That thought didn't help to untie the knot in Cassian’s stomach, however.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember her as she had been the last time he saw her.

She was so small. Her big, brown eyes looked into his with an unreadable expression. As if she knew, somehow, that he would never come back. Had he known?

Of course he hadn't, nor could she have, but he remembered the feeling of something tugging at his heart, even as he turned and walked away, excited to go off somewhere with the big kids for once.

I never should have left that day, Cassian thought, and turned over onto his back, breathing hard through the pain in his chest.

He remembered what she felt like tucked against his side, or curled up with him at night, how they were always together, rarely out of each other's sight, usually walking around hand-in-hand.

He just wanted to hold her hand again, to give her a hug. He wanted her to be safe, and he wanted to help keep her safe.

Where are you? He thought, and he felt his throat closing up and tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Cassian pressed the heels of his hands against his eyelids, suddenly afraid of falling apart under the weight of his grief and being unable to pick up the pieces again.

What if he never found her? What if he died without ever seeing her again?

The most terrible possibility of all flashed through his mind before he could stop it:

What if my sister is dead?

The words he'd heard again and again over the years which had always been too horrible to accept surfaced in his mind once more:

There were no survivors on Kenari.

Cassian made a sound he hardly recognized as coming from himself, then: somewhere between a high-pitched whine and a heaving sob. He felt the grief and despair he'd been trying to fight off all night consume him all at once. 

Tears ran down his cheeks from behind his hands, and he turned back onto his side, tucking his head slightly under his blanket in an attempt to muffle the sounds he was making, in case anyone he knew was wandering the shipyard at night.

He sobbed till he was out of breath, and fell asleep soon after.

That night, Cassian dreamed of his last day on Kenari. He dreamt that he woke up to the sight of Kerri's face peering at him, and her voice calling his name.

Then he actually woke up.

It was Bee who had been calling his name.

“C-C-Cassian!”

He woke up with a jolt, and looked over to see Bee’s face inches from his own, and their stuttering voice loud in his ear.

“Bee,” Cassian murmured, his voice hoarse.

His eyes felt raw from crying so much the night before; he rubbed them with one hand while he stretched the other out to rest on Bee’s head.

Bee lifted his head into Cassian’s touch, and whirred at him quizzically.

“You’ve been c-c-crying,” the droid observed after a moment.

“Yeah,” Cassian said, turning to look at Bee, unsure what else to say.

“Why?”

“My sister,” Cassian replied, swallowing thickly.

“Oh,” Bee responded, understanding in their voice. “I'm s-s-sorry, Cassian.”

Cassian's chest hurt, but at this moment, it was due not just to his grief, but also to his love and appreciation for his odd little friend of so many years.

“Thanks, Bee,” he said, and sat up, swinging his legs down in front of the droid.

He looked into Bee’s eye for a moment, and Bee looked back at him the same way they always did. Cassian felt the beginnings of a smile on his face. He leaned his head down to rest his forehead against the battered top of Bee’s head, and wrapped his arms around the sides of his little, metal body.

Bee whirred happily. As a child, Cassian used to fall asleep hugging them like this.

“I love you, Bee,” he said softly.

“I love you t-t-too,” Bee responded immediately.

Cassian pulled away after another moment, and stretched a little, running his hands through his hair and then wincing at the pain in his bruised and broken knuckles.

“You are h-h-hurt.”

“I'm okay.”

Bee made a sound that indicated he was unconvinced.

“Physically, I mean,” Cassian corrected himself.

Bee made the sound again.

Cassian sighed heavily, and looked down at his hands, realizing he probably should fix them up.

“Okay, you win,” he said to Bee with a small smile, and then turned his attention to his hands, and started asking Bee about the current state of things on Ferrix.

Kerri still stood, alone, as he had left her all those years ago, somewhere in Cassian's mind, but it would be quite a while before he could bear to look at her again.

#cassian #kerri #b2emo #fic #my fic #cassian andor #andor #andor 1.01 #andor fic #andor fanfiction #andor series #star wars andor

[biggestsimponhere]

Cant wink - Cassian andor x reader, I don’t know what this is truly, i saw someone request it under a post i got tagged in except they made the comment in 2018 so this is for you, @dude-watchin-with-the-brontes , thank you for tagging me in that post ♥️ @hoeforevery1 , Gif from: @definitelyoneoftheguys

A/n - A little ooc cass at least i’m not sure if it’s really i’m character or not. Just enjoy it

When you’d entered the fresher shortly before lunch to find Cass looking in the mirror and blinking strangely you figured he had something in his eye. You didn’t mention it cause it didn’t seem worth mentioning so you just went about your day. When you’d caught him doing it a second time you assumed he must not have gotten it out of his eye. You didn’t know what he was trying to do until you all were sat trying to eat in the canteen.

He had attempted to wink following a flirtatious joke at you. Which he had failed the wink miserably. He had started eating a cookie before his lunch and you pointed it out. “Dessert before lunch is unusual for you cass” You said skeptically. “I know something else i could have for dessert before lunch” He commented before blinking strangely. You looked at him for a solid thirty seconds before bursting out laughing. In between breaths you spoke “Cass, did you just try to wink at me” you laughed breathing in heavily. Jyn laughed too. “Is that what you’ve been doing all day, i thought you had something in your eye” She said hitting him on the shoulder.

You continued laughing as you agreed with jyn. “If you’re just gonna make fun of me, i’ll leave” Cassian said pouting slightly. “I’m sorry honey, i just assumed with the fact that you’re such a good spy that you would know how to wink” You said taking his hand in yours. It only took a minute for everyone to start laughing again. “I can’t believe you can’t wink” Bodhi said snickering. “Alright i’m done” He said getting up and walking out of the canteen. You noticed he’d left his food so you slid your food onto his tray and then headed towards the kitchen.

Quickly asking if you could take the tray and the dishes the staff agreed as long as you promised to bring it back (you usually do). So you left the canteen with the tray and went off in search of Cassian. He was right where you expected him to be. Sat on his bed absentmindedly drawing on the spare pieces of paper. “Cass” You said drawing out his name as you say by him. “I brought your lunch… and the rest of mine” You continued as you settled in next to him. He leaned in closer to your touch but otherwise didn’t say anything. “I’m sorry” You said quietly. He shook his head “No, no, it’s silly, you don’t have to apologize” He said rushing it out.

“Cass, it clearly affected you so i do have to apologize and i am sorry, if i knew it was gonna hurt you like that i wouldn’t have done it” You said leaning into him while wrapping an arm around him. He smiled and leaned into you. The two of you just sat together before he pointed out that the food was getting cold. You ate together before he stopped and looked at you. He stared at you a few seconds before you spoke up. “Yes cass?” He looked down and then back up quickly. “Will you help me learn how to wink?” He said fast as if the words wouldn’t come out any other way. “I can definitely try” You said brushing the hair off his forehead.

The rest of your time before dinner was spent laughing together as you attempted to wink at each other with his blushing and you actually winking while he continued to blink strangely. He’ll get it eventually.

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