#rogue one fanfiction

[dilf-din]

for the bed sharing prompts: “the bed is big enough for two people without touching, but unfortunately there is only one blanket” + rebelcaptain 🥰

I’m afraid I went overboard…. 🙊 consider this my late whumptober contribution

Rebelcaptain (Jyn x Cassian)

WC: 2k

Warnings: whump, hurt/comfort, some medical situations, emotionally stunted Jyn

“How much further, Bodhi?” Jyn called through the comms with gritted teeth.

“Just under a click until you’re there,” his voice came back with a touch of static.

“I can make it,” Cassian strained beside her, arm slung over her neck as he tried and failed to not put his weight on her.

“There’s a bunker every fifteen clicks,” Bodhi called out again, garbled but intelligible.

“I can’t make it fifteen more,” Cass breathed heavily, his forehead dripping with sweat. He heaved his good leg forward in sync with Jyn’s, behind him trailed a mangled ankle that he hadn’t had time to fully examine. Beneath his weight, Jyn was operating on adrenaline, senses on high alert for any more lurking threats as they hauled through the jungle as quickly as possible, her small frame propped up by an iron will.

Back on the ship, Kay and Bodhi watched the pale yellow pings of their friends on the radar and traced the map spread out before them with careful fingers.

“Your next clearing, to the right,” Bodhi instructed.

Jyn swallowed down her exhaustion looking for one last burst of energy to get them there. They had happened upon a grenade that never detonated, Cassian pushing her out of the way just in time to take the brunt of the blow to his right foot. His face was turning ten shades of white beside her as she searched for a bunker.

“Where is it?” she hissed into the mouthpiece.

“Look under the stone,” was the reply, and her face almost mirrored Cassian’s in color. He hadn’t mentioned it would be underground. For just a second, she was a child again, with shaking hands and a dying lantern waiting for someone to rescue her. The Kyber that hung at her breast felt heavy with grief. She wanted desperately to pull it out and envision the face of her mother. Snap out of it, she told herself. This time would be different. This time Cassian would be with her. Bum foot or not, she knew they would be safe.

Easing him to the ground, she ran her fingers under the edge of the deep grey stone with veins of moss jutting out of the lush forest floor until her fingers caught a latch. It swung open with the slightest creak revealing a short ladder.

“Can you make it down?”

“I have three good limbs. Hopefully that’s enough,” Cassian said, voice hinting towards the smallest joke, trying to find some glimpse of humor in their situation to calm her nerves.

With a boost from Jyn, he was over the lip with his good foot, clinging to the bars with sweaty hands.

“Please don’t fall. Oh, maker, please don’t fall,” she muttered as he made the short trek down. Her eyes were wild, watching every bit of their periphery, feeling alarmingly exposed outside of the cover of the trees. Once she heard his foot hit the soil below, he called up to signal that he had made it safely. She climbed down carefully, pulling the latch shut on top of them, finding an extra lock to slide into place from the inside. Hopefully, even with the explosion earlier, no one would know they were there. They were still so far out from the base, planning on doing most of their travel there by foot.

She eased her arm under his again, and though the air was heavy and dank, she was able to breathe easier. They hobbled down a short hallway using the lights on their blasters to illuminate the packed dirt walls, seeing a switch at the edge of the tunnel.

Jyn flipped it with her elbow, and a small room lit up in front of them. In the very center was a bed big enough for two people. To the left of it sat a commode and a small washbasin near a spigot, to the right, sat a cabinet that presumably held some sort of food. Across from the bed at the wall beside her was what appeared to be a medical chest. Jyn guided Cassian to the bed and lowered him on to the mattress. He swung his leg onto it with both hands, grunting as he adjusted it. She threw off her pack and blaster, kneeling beside the chest hoping for anything helpful.

“They have bacta,” she announced victoriously, gathering a bundle of supplies in her arms and dropping them on the bed next to him. Peeling her gloves off and setting them on the ground, she ran a weak stream of water into the basin and scrubbed the sweat and grime away as best she could. She ran two rags under the water before kneeling by his side again. One she draped across his forehead to hopefully provide some relief, the other would be to clean the wound.

“Thank you,” he huffed out, tearing a packet open with his teeth and drawing out a clean syringe to prepare the baca shot.

“Don’t thank me yet,” she grimaced as she carefully unlaced his boot and eased it down his ankle.

Cassian sucked in a sharp breath and pulled the rag from his forehead to stuff between his teeth. She peeled his sock down, trying not to focus on the smell, and cuffed the bottom of his pants to get a better look.

“I’m gonna have to touch it,” she glanced up at him.

He nodded and swallowed, closing his eyes as her fingers ghosted over the very swollen joint. The good news is, there were no visible pieces of bone. If anything was broken, it was all inside, and the bacta should help set everything right, or mostly right, while they slept tonight.

She dabbed with the rag to clean the injection site before removing the tip from the needle and carefully threading it under his skin. He bit down on the rag, trying to conceal his groan until she injected the first bit of liquid and he was hit with relief. It flooded every part of his foot that felt like it was on fire just moments ago. His breathing evened out as she emptied the dose and withdrew the needle, being careful to place the tip back on before tossing it in an empty crate.

Jyn fished a wrap out of her bag and carefully wound the long strip of fabric around his ankle, securing it with a small metal clip.

“Did you bring extra socks?” she asked as she balled up her jacket to prop his foot up even farther.

“Bottom of my pack,” he pointed towards the doorway where he had dropped it.

Jyn unzipped it and fished out a pair of socks identical to the ones he had on. She eased the other boot off his foot and slipped new socks onto both feet. She was rummaging theough her own pack for something when his hand caught her shoulder, gently but firmly.

“Thank you,” his brown eyes bore into hers, begging to not be ignored.

She reached up to squeeze his hand and gave him a soft smile, “Of course.”

For all the things he had done for her, this was a drop in the bucket. He had shown her an ocean of kindness in the time they had known each other. At night, she whispered prayers for them to both have a long life ahead of them, if for nothing else, to be able to repay him, to properly thank him for pulling her back from the brink and showing her a life of purpose again. She broke the gaze they were holding and mentally built that wall a little higher. Now was hardly the time nor the place to get sentimental.

They both had packed rations, but Jyn decided to check for anything there that would prevent them from dipping into their own supplies. She stuffed the rest of the bacta into her bag before crossing the room to examine the last cabinet.

The left side had a small stockpile of ration packs. She tossed two to Cassian and set two aside for her own. The right side was bare save for a single, thin blanket. She draped it over the end of the bed, and sat on the floor to tear open her food. Cass was already halfway done with his first one, having folded the lid of the pack into a makeshift spoon.

“There’s more if you want it,” Jyn mumbled through a full mouth.

“This is fine, thank you.”

They both ate their second packs in silence before Jyn gathered the trash and tossed it into the crate with the empty syringe and whatever mess of wires had been left in there by some other party. She unclipped Cassian’s canteen and tossed it over to him.

“Drink up. We can refill as much as we need,” she said, taking a long draw of water.

A small stream dribbled down Cassian’s chin soaking his collar as he drained the last of his bottle. Jyn tossed him one of the clean rags to dry himself while she filled his canteen and rested it against his side of the bed. He was struggling to keep his eyes open as the bacta was setting in. Jyn shook the blanket out over him and pressed the back of her hand to his forehead ro check for a fever.

“Might as well get some sleep and reassess in the morning,” she stated as she circled the mattress to drop down on the side opposite him.

“I’ll be good s’new,” he slurred while his eyes were already drifting shut.

Jyn switched on a small battery powered light and chucked her boot at the switch across the room to turn off the overhead lamp, hitting it on the first try. She drew her jacket in tight around herself, expecting the temperature to drop overnight, but knowing Cass would be cold from the bacta. It wasn’t until her head hit the pillow that she felt the exhaustion that seemed to have anchored itself to her after years of running. There was no sound in the room except for Cassian’s breathing, which had become a great comfort to her, especially after days like today.

She dozed off only to awake hours later with chills racking her body. She could tell by the faint patter coming down the hall that the planet had fallen into a downpour causing the temperature to drop much more drastically than it would have on a cloudless night. She scooted back to be flush with Cassian. He must’ve felt the movement, because his hand came out from under the blanket searching for her.

“You’re cold,” he said groggily.

“It’s raining.”

“C’mere.”

“It’s okay, you need the blank—“ she started, but was interrupted by him pulling her shoulder and rolling her towards him. She flipped the rest of the way, and welcomed the warmth of the blanket draping over her limbs. His arm sat securely behind her, thumb absently rubbing the small of her back.

She froze again, keeping her arms tucked tight between them. This must just be because of the drugs, she reasoned. Or maybe an unconscious response from an old lover.

“You can get comfy. I’m not going to bite,” he said softly, sensing her apprehension.

Slowly, she unwound her arms, draping one across his chest and nestling it under the edges of his jacket. The strong beat of his heart drummed against her skin, and she felt another layer of tension melting away. Tentatively, she adjusted her head on his shoulder, and he pulled her in even more snugly, taking care to tuck the blanket over her backside.

“Let me take care of you too,” he whispered into her hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of her head.

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[roguesones]

HOLD ME LIKE A GRUDGE by k2cassian

rebelcaptain modern bookshop AU → Jyn has been through enough in the last few months that she just can't say no when Bodhi offers her a trip away from the reminders London gives her of a man in white, even if it means leaving her business in the capable hands of others. Cassian is called back home to Ferrix after a health scare leaves Maarva unable to run her beloved bookstore - Rebel Books. In London they do their best to avoid each other completely - but in a small village? There's not a lot of places to hide.

Updated - Chapter Seven

#star wars #rogue one #jyn erso #cassian andor #rebelcaptain #andor series #rogueoneedit #starwarsedit #jyn x cassian #cassian x jyn #star wars au #rogue one au #star wars fanfiction #rogue one fanfiction #*

[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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[djarindroid]

Well hello! I've read your previous fics and they're fantastic! 💗 So, in occasion that you open the request for Cassian Andor, Could you please write super fluffy Cassian please? The details are your call! All I want is fluff. Thank you in advance. Have very, very nice days and good luck 🍀🍀🍀

Ok I LOVED writing this, thank you so much for the request. Fluffy Cassian has my heart 💖

A Peaceful Morning

Pairing: Cassian x Reader Summary: Just a super cute morning in with Cassian. Word Count: 619

Your eyes flickered open as the first rays of the sun peeked through the slats of your blinds, casting your room in a warm, deep orange. As you blinked your eyes open you gradually became aware of a soft warmth wrapped around your body. A familiar arm was draped around your waist, holding you tightly as you felt soft kisses being pressed gently across the back of your neck.

You hummed at the feeling, you’d never get used to being woken like this. ‘Good morning my love,’ you felt his lips against your skin as he spoke. Enjoying the moment you snuggled back further into his embrace, feeling his bare chest pressed against your back, his stubble tickled your neck gently as he continued to pepper kisses all over you. 

‘Cass…’ you murmured. ‘What time is it?’

‘Don’t worry about that,’ he moved to kiss your shoulder as you began to turn slowly. 

‘But you’ve got to lea-’ 

‘Shhhh,’ he interrupted you. ‘Let's not talk about that,’ he littered more kisses across your collarbone as you fully turned over. ‘I just want to enjoy…’ he kissed his way up your neck, ‘a peaceful morning in bed…’ he reached your jaw and placed another kiss there before carrying on, ‘with my beautiful girl.’ He finished by finally pressing a kiss to your lips. ‘How does that sound?’ 

‘That sounds perfect,’ you answered, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. You craved moments like this, quiet moments where the two of you were alone.

He moved away from your lips to continue his apparent quest to kiss every inch of your skin he could reach. His lips brushed across your cheeks, leaving no part of your face untouched. You giggled at the sensation, still not used to having Cassian shower you with love so often.

Your fingers danced across his upper back, as he moved his body so that he was above you, his arms braced either side of you. You whispered up to him, ‘I love you.’

‘Hmm? What was that?’ He asked as he kissed along your jaw.

‘I said I love you,’ you repeated slightly louder than before, one of your hands now entwined in his hair.

You felt his lips pull into a slight smirk against your cheek ‘I didn’t catch that, can you say it one more time for me,’ he pulled away slightly with a boyish grin plastered on his face. 

You laughed and took his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you as you clearly said ‘I love you Cassian, so so much.’ You laid a soft kiss on the tip of his nose before saying, ‘did you hear it that time?’

He chuckled and kissed you for what felt like the 100th time that morning. ‘Loud and clear, I love you too.’ His eyes stayed glued to yours as he stayed above you, his warm body glued to yours, making sure there was no space between you.

You stayed in each other's arms, sharing sweet words and kisses, time became irrelevant and you completely forgot about the mission Cassian would be leaving shortly for. He knew he was gonna be in some sort of trouble for being late but he’d take getting shouted out if it meant he could spend more time with you.

Eventually reality beckoned in the form of beeping coming from Cassian’s communicator. The two of you reluctantly untangled yourselves but the warmth of your love lingered, an invisible bond that only the two of you could understand. 

‘I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can,’ he said with one last lingering kiss before he left, leaving you with your heart filled with hope for your future.

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[beskarandblasters]

We Can Fix That

Cassian Andor x Jyn Erso x Virgin/F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Cassian Andor Masterlist

Author’s note: Picture the title being said like that one dude from the movie Holes lmao

Summary: Cassian, Jyn and the others decide to go Scarif to steal the Death Star plans. You know it’s the right thing to do but you’re nervous about dying… a virgin. You confess your fears to Cassian and Jyn who decide they can help you out.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, Cassian and Jyn are already an established relationship sort of, reader is a virgin, reader is shy and nervous, use of pet names (sweetheart), polyamory, MFF threesome, oral sex (F receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, face sitting (Jyn on Cassian) masturbation (Jyn), no use of y/n, no aftercare because you have a mission to complete ok!!

The impending doom sinks in your stomach. You watch from the sidelines as Captain Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso and the others decide to go against the plan set by the council and go to Scarif. You know that what they’re deciding is the right choice but there’s still a chance you and everyone else could die. 

You must be wearing your distress on your face because after Jyn and Cassian are done talking Jyn comes up to you and asks, “What’s wrong?” snapping you from your thoughts.

Yes, you’re nervous about the dangerous mission but you’re also… a virgin. And you’re scared you’ll die a virgin. But Jyn doesn’t need to know that. 

“Just nervous, that’s all,” you respond shakily. 

She raises an eyebrow, like she can see right through your lame excuse. 

“You knew it would be dangerous when you joined the rebellion, no?”

Ah shit, she’s got you there. Maybe you can tell Jyn your little issue in private. 

“Okay, fine. I have something to tell you but… can I tell you alone?”

“Sure,” she nods, leading you behind the ship away from the others. You look over your shoulder to see if anyone notices you two walking away. And to your surprise no one does, except for Cassian. He raises an eyebrow at you when you make eye contact. You turn your head away quickly and follow Jyn. Better make this fast. 

“So what’s wrong?” she asks once you’re alone, folding her arms. 

“I just have a… small problem. Yes, I knew that joining the rebellion would be dangerous and I’m fully on board with this mission but I’m worried about dying… a virgin,” you say, avoiding eye contact with her. 

“Oh,” she says, dropping her arms to her sides. 

“It’s really embarrassing…” you trail off, keeping your gaze locked on the ground. 

“No, it’s not. And I’m glad you feel comfortable to share that with me,” she says, to your shock. 

Your eyes meet hers and you can tell she’s being sincere. But before you can say anything further, Cassian comes up behind her, startling you.

“What’s going on?” he asks, sort of with an accusatory tone. 

“Do you want me to tell him?” she asks, glancing at you. 

You were actually starting to feel somewhat better about the situation after telling her. Until Cassian interrupted, that is. You don’t know him knowing he’s a virgin because you have a small crush on him. Though you’re pretty sure he has a thing with Jyn. But if there’s a possibility you’re going to die… who really cares?

“Tell me what?” 

“You can tell him,” you say, hiding your face with your hands. 

“She’s nervous about the mission; about it not going well because she’s a virgin.”

“Oh,” Cassian says, having the exact same reaction as Jyn. 

“Well we can fix that for her, can’t we, sweetheart?”

You remove your hands from your face and stare at them, your mouthing hanging open in disbelief. 

“What do you mean by we?”

“He means we both take your virginity.”

“You guys would do that?”

“Of course,” Cassian says, putting his arm around Jyn’s shoulders. 

“Okay,” you say with a deep breath. 

“Come on, I’ll take you to Cassian’s quarters,” Jyn says, grabbing your hand. 

“I’ll go give the others something to do while we’re busy and I’ll meet you there,” Cassian says, pressing a kiss to Jyn’s temple. 

She nods and leads you through the base to Cassian’s quarters. The whole walk there you feel like your knees are going to give out with how nervous you are. How exactly does one go from being a virgin to having two beautiful people fuck you at the same time?

She opens the door to Cassian’s room and leads you to his bed. The door closes behind you as you step inside. She lets go of your hand and sits on the bed. You sit beside her gingerly and try to get yourself to calm down and enjoy the moment. 

“Th-thanks for doing this for me,” you say, hoping it doesn’t come out shaky as fuck but it does. 

“Thank you for letting us be your first,” she says, leaning on the bed with her hand, tilting her head at you. 

Cassian enters through the door soon after. He meets you both by the bed, standing with his hands on his hips. 

“How are we doing this?” he asks. 

“Let’s ask her. Have you ever been eaten out?” she says, a suggestive smirk taking over her face. 

“N-no, I haven’t done anything at all.”

“Okay, we can take it slow. Let us know if you need us to stop,” she says gently. 

You nod and start to undress, pulling your shirt over your head and sliding off your pants. Cassian and Jyn follow suit, tossing their clothes into a pile on the floor. You lay down on the bed, your feet resting on the floor. 

“Who do you want first?” Jyn asks, sitting next to you. 

“Doesn’t matter to me,” you breathe out. Your nipples perk up in contact with the cool air. Goosebumps prickle your skin, but also because you’re nervous. You close your eyes and feel your cheeks and chest heat up in anticipation of someone’s touch. You feel someone’s hands spread your legs apart and a warm tongue on your core, licking at the sensitive skin. You shudder when you feel their tongue lick a slow, long stripe up your entrance. You feel someone’s hands take your nipples in theirs, rubbing them between their fingertips. It’s almost overwhelming; having someone lick your cunt and also play with your nipples. The feeling is something you’ve never felt before. It’s almost indescribable. 

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” you hear Cassian say by your ear. You open your eyes to see him staring down at you, his pupils blown out so wide that there’s only a small ring of brown showing. You look down and see Jyn in between your legs, lapping at your cunt.  

“How do you feel?” he asks softly. 

“Good,” you whisper back. 

“Just good?” he says, pinching your nipples with his fingers. 

“Amazing,” you sigh, just as Jyn starts sucking on your clit. 

“That’s more like it,” he says, pressing kisses along your collarbone. He trails up to your neck and along your jawline before reaching your lips, kissing you and brushing his tongue against your mouth. You part your lips and let him explore your mouth, moaning into him as Jyn suck’s your clit harder. You already feel yourself arrive at what you think is an orgasm. She pulls away for a second however to moisten her fingers before pushing one inside you slowly. Your arch hips higher and moan into Cassian as your pleasure mounds. He breaks the kiss and pulls back and that’s when you say, “I think… I think I’m already gonna cum?”

“That’s okay, sweetheart. You’ll be coming a lot tonight,” he says. You look into his eyes and nod just as your orgasm overtakes you. You writhe against Jyn’s mouth, arching your back in pleasure. Cassian steadies your hips in order to keep Jyn’s mouth flush against your cunt. You ride out your first orgasm with Cassian taking one of your nipples in his mouth, bringing it to a stiff peak with his tongue and releasing it with a pop. He does the same with the other and when he releases it your orgasm is finished. Your core is sore already and your whole body feels tingly but the night is far from over. Jyn pulls her mouth away and sits beside you on the bed. 

“Ready for more?” she asks. 

“Mhm. What now?” you say shakily, chest still heaving from your high. 

“You want my cock, sweetheart?” Cassian asks. 

You look from him to Jyn, almost as if you’re asking for approval. Strange, you didn’t feel like you needed approval from him when Jyn ate you out. She nods and you inch up a little higher on the bed. Cassian, who’s already hard, situates himself between your legs. He gathers your orgasm on his hand and spreads it on his cock. 

“I’ll go slow, okay?” 

“Okay,” you breathe out, just as he begins to enter you slowly. 

It’s nothing like you expected. It’s a little painful, yes but it also feels euphoric. He buries his length into you down to the hilt, making sure you have time to adjust to his size. You look over at Jyn who’s touching herself at the sight of Cassian fucking you. He grabs your hips and begins thrusting in and out of you, still taking it slow. 

“You doing, okay?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you moan, your voice rising a few octaves as he pushes his cock back into you. 

“You’re doing so well,” Jyn praises beside you.

You really can’t believe it but you already feel yourself arriving at the edge of another orgasm, this one feeling different than the first. Cassian feels your walls tense up around him and starts fucking you faster. The head of his cock brushes your cervix with each thrust. He brings his thumb to your already sensitive clit and rubs circles around it, making the impending orgasm arrive faster and harder. You close your eyes and let it overtake you, crying out in pleasure with this one. He keeps his motions around your clit steady as he fucks you through your release. Your walls contract and release around him erratically, the pleasure originating at your core and spreading outwards. He pulls out once you’re done and to your surprise, he hasn’t cum yet and he’s still hard. 

“But what about you?” you ask.

“Don’t worry, we’re not quite done just yet. You’re gonna sit on it.”

You nod and move over on the bed so he can lay down. You straddle him with shaky legs and sink down onto his cock, feeling him in your guts at this angle. Jyn moves to straddle him, too but she places herself on his face, facing towards you. She leans forward almost as if she wants you to kiss her as she fucks herself on Cassian’s face. You oblige and lean forward, too, pressing your lips against hers. You rock your hips back and forth on Cassian’s cock as she does the same on his face. She brings her hands to your breasts, pinching your nipples as both of you get pleasured. Between her fingers pinching your nipples and Cassian’s cock deep inside you, you know you’re not going to last long. You haven’t been lasting long the whole night and this is the most intense stimulation you’ve had. With one final rock of your hips your final orgasm washes over you. Your mouth falls open and you moan into Jyn’s lips, letting your orgasm overtake you. Everything from your toes to the tips of your ears feels tingly and white-hot with pleasure. Jyn cums, too, moaning against you. And between both of you coming, Cassian cums, too. You hear him groan underneath you and you feel his warm load erupt inside you. At least the implant you have is finally good for something. The movement of your hips slows and eventually stops as your orgasm concludes. You pulls yourself off of him and collapse onto the bed, feeling truly spent and wondering how the fuck you’re gonna complete a mission after this. Jyn lays on the opposite side of Cassian and the three of you catch your breath. You suddenly feel a little awkward, still in disbelief and rise to get dressed. 

Cassian follows you and says, “Good idea. We have a mission to complete.”

“Well, thank you both,” you say awkwardly, putting your clothes back on, “I’m just gonna, um, go get something from my room really quick. I’ll meet you at the docking yard,” you finish quickly, putting on your shoes and hightailing it out of there. 

You power walk back to your room with shaky legs in order to hurry to the others already. If you’re going to die today, at least you lost your virginity in a truly unforgettable way. 

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[annisthree]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types, Andor (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Not Entirely Resolved Romantic Tension, Romance, Slow Romance, the Force works in mysterious ways, Fluffy Ending, The RebelCaptain Network's Secret Santa Exchange Summary:

Five times Cassian and Jyn crossed paths by accident - and one time Cassian went looking for her on purpose.

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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

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follow me like the moon (chapter 2)

When Bodhi turns it over to her with a thoughtful, “And how’s everything with you?”—well, Jyn rightfully panics. “Uh…there was a really hot guy at the diner the other day…well, night. The other morning. Whatever,” she offers, pathetically. After a year of working overnights, you’d think she'd know what to call it. “Really?” Bodhi asks, obviously intrigued. Because he’s the best, and even if her life is objectively less interesting than his, he still cares about how she’s doing. “Yep.” “And?” he presses. “What happened?” “Nothing happened,” Jyn says, trying not to scoff. “He was a customer. He came in, he ate, he left.” “Like the proverbial panda.” “What?” “The panda. From that joke? ‘Eats, shoots, and leaves?’” Bodhi explains. “Never mind. It’s just a dumb joke.”

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* = contains smut

// ONESHOTS

yours & mine* - A possessive look flares in Cassian’s eyes as he watches the Imperial general’s filthy, wandering hands touch you. He knows it’s all a part of the job—you’re Rebel spies, you’re undercover. You’re here at this gala to collect vital information. But he hates it all the same.

Open Channels* - In which you learn a lesson about what happens when you forget where you left your comlink.

A Taste* - A mission lasts far longer than it was supposed to, and Cassian shows you just how much he missed you when you get back to the Rebel base.

Off Limits* - When Cassian Andor goes undercover for the Rebellion and ends up assigned to guard the daughter of an Imperial general, he soon realizes he’s bitten off far more than he can chew.

Crossing Lines* (sequel to Off Limits) - With the promise of your long-awaited freedom from the Empire just on the horizon, you and Cassian have a risky celebration the evening before your escape.

Pretending (or not) - Given Cassian’s perpetual distaste for all things merry and festive, his offer to be your fake date for your company’s holiday party is surprising, to say the least.

fell into place* - In which a tight space and Cassian’s firm thigh lead to an inevitable outcome. So maybe you don’t hate him quite as much as you think you do.

// HEADCANONS/MISC. DRABBLES

▸ Forbidden Relationship ▸ Jealous Cassian Andor ▸ Jealous Cassian Andor (NSFW)*

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[hottpinkpenguin]

Reasons, Ch.5 - Cassian Andor series

Female reader insert Summary: You're a droidsmith on Ferrix when a handsome stranger walks in one day with a hopelessly damaged droid. You agree to take on the repairs for the stranger, a decision that will change the direction of your lives forever. A/N: sorry for the delay on posting this! i hit a bit of writer's block but slowly working my way through it Word Count: 1,951 Content Warnings for: canon-divergence; cursing Taglist: @mithicakurogo @nonniecannie @freerangesweets @zbeez-outlet @chicken-fifi @queerponcho @theatergirlmgm

Cassian gave one more scan of the darkened street before motioning you to follow him. You followed close behind, his wariness setting your nerves on edge. The outskirts of Niamos’ capital city were deserted, only the distant sound of ocean waves lapping at a shoreline and the occasional gentle breeze rustling the large fronds of the palm trees above. You’d been walking for hours, darting from one abandoned alley to the next, tracing Cassian’s footsteps carefully and taking your cue from him. Every muscle and bone in your body felt heavy like lead. 

As if he could read your thoughts, Cassian turned to you. “It’s just up there,” he whispered, pointing to a small, nondescript building nestled between a holovid shop and a grocer, both storefronts darkened and empty. You nodded, grateful to think you might be able to rest soon. 

Cassian reached back with his left hand until his fingers found your wrist, gently twining around it. He darted across the dim street, tugging you behind him protectively. When the two of you finally reached the doorway, Cassian dropped the pack from his back and began rummaging through it, looking for a key you assumed. 

“Hey there! You two!”

You jumped as a distant voice split the quiet of the sleeping, semi-abandoned street. Cassian froze, both of you exhausted from running and hoping against hope that you weren’t hitting this roadblock mere inches from safety.

“It’s past curfew! What are you doing out here? Get your identification out!”

Shit. You saw the same panic in Cassian’s eyes as he met yours. 

“City security,” he murmured. He rose from a crouch on the front step, looking over your shoulder in the direction of the voice. The hair on the back of your neck prickled, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to turn and face the threat. 

“What are we going to do?” you hissed. By now, the Empire would have your identities flagged across the galaxy. Showing your identification now would render your harrowing escape from Ferrix completely irrelevant. Niamos security would hold you until the Empire collected you, and from there…

You swallowed thickly, trying to hold onto logic as you felt your hands begin to shake. 

“Do you trust me?” Cassian murmured as he gently pulled you between him and the doorway, out of the line of sight of the approaching guard.

“You two! Identifications!”

The voice was louder now as the guard drew closer. Cassian gently gripped your chin, guiding your face back to meet his gaze. 

“Y/n, do you trust me?” he repeated. 

You sighed in frustration. “Cassian, do you think if I didn’t trust you that I would be here ri-”

Before you could finish, his lips crashed against yours, swallowing the remainder of your rhetorical question. You tried to pull back in momentary surprise, a squeak of shock loosing form your throat, but you felt Cassian gently press himself against you, flattening your back against the doorway of the building behind you. He raised his right arm and rested it on the wall next to your face, hiding your face from the flashlight beam of the security guard.

Your thoughts scattered as adrenaline surged in your blood, a mix of fear and thrill. You hesitated for only a moment before you returned Cassian’s kiss. His lips were warm and soft, the rhythm of his kiss felt as natural as your own heartbeat. You felt his free hand come to rest against your hip, pulling your pelvis away from the wall and into his embrace. Your heart stuttered in your chest at the sensation, and you let yourself melt further into Cassian’s warmth.

“‘Ey! You two! I said, identifications!”

The guard couldn’t have been more than ten paces away now. The sound of his voice felt like an anchor, dragging you down out of the bliss of the moment. A surge of resentment flooded your stomach as Cassian broke the kiss. He didn’t move his arm from the wall next to your face, and you noticed the way he shifted his body to keep you obscured from the guard’s light.

“S-sorry sir!” Cassian called back, his words slurred. He swayed unsteadily on his feet. For half a breath, you wondered if it was the kiss that had undone his composure. You knitted your brows in confusion as he continued to teeter like a tree caught in a strong wind. Cassian caught your eye and winked at you, a half smirk lighting up his handsome face. 

“We… we-uh… we’re just-” Cassian’s voice was thick and halting, as if his tongue had swelled up. You watched as Cassian fumbled goofily with the pocket at the side of his pants. 

“Where are you two coming from then?” The guard kept approaching, although his demanding tone had been replaced by a calmer wariness.

Cassian fiddled futilely with his pocket, turning half-round to face the guard. You hid your face from the direct light, tucking yourself under the shadow of Cassian’s still-raised arm. 

“We were…uhm, damnitall,” Cassian cursed under his breath as he continued to pluck futilely at the snap on his pocket, “-at the Graalon Cantina.” 

The pieces clicked into place at Cassian’s words. His slurred speech, exaggeratedly uncoordinated movements, the lie about being at a cantina: he was pretending to be drunk. Finally understanding the ploy, you reached around his waist and yanked him against you with what you hoped was a convincingly reckless display of abandon.

“C’mon baby,” you pouted, trying to mimic Casian’s imitation slurring. “Where’s the keys?”

Cassian shot you a sidelong look of surprise, a flicker of delight in his dark eyes. 

“Sshsssh, c’mon, getyer identificashun out,” he replied, his tongue stumbling expertly on the consonants. Over his shoulder, you heard the guard chuckle. 

“Graalon Cantina, eh? Sounds like a fun night.” The guard’s previously commanding bark had softened, and you heard him chuckle knowingly. Your heart leapt at the thought that he might actually be falling for it. 

“Hopefully i’ssnot over yet,” Cassian called back, earning a louder guffaw from the guard. You let out a giggle, adding a hiccup at the end for effect. Even though it was an act, your heart skipped a beat at the implications of Cassian’s smart retort. Don’t be so desperate, you chided yourself, trying to stay focused on selling the lie for the guard. 

“Alright, well listen, it’s well past curfew. Normally I’d have to issue you both citations, but I hate to ruin the fun. Is this your place?” 

“Yessir,” Cassian replied. His head had dipped down towards yours, a few locks of his dark hair falling loose 20forehead. You could see his individual eyelashes from this distance, hear the sound of his breath. Taking advantage of the scene that you’d set up for the guard, you let yourself lean into Cassian, catching his lips in yours again. This time, it was Cassian who was surprised, his reaction delayed but greedy. You felt a flush stain your cheeks and throat to think that there was a total stranger watching the fun. Is this your place?” 

“Alright you two, get in there before I have to give you a second citation for public indecency. Don’t let it happen again.” 

You felt yourself relax at the guard’s words. Cassian smiled, fighting down the note of relief as he replied gratefully. The surge of relief numbed the accuracy of his faux-drunk slurring, but the guard didn’t seem to notice. You watched as the beam moved down the street, the guard’s footsteps fading, leaving you and Cassian a quiet darkness against the doorway. When you could no longer hear his boots on the cobbled street, you and Cassian let out a unified shaky exhale.

“That was genius,” you murmured, a note of awe saturating your words. You caught a glimmer in Cassian’s eyes even in the darkness. You hoped he would lean in and kiss you again. But instead, he stepped away from you, dropping his gaze and clearing his throat in embarrassment. 

“I’ve always been a good actor,” he mumbled, raking a hand through his hair as if trying to shake off a weird dream. Your hopeful heart crumpled in your chest. An act, that chastising voice reminded you. That’s all it was. 

You swallowed, trying to wipe the breathlessness off your face as you nodded in agreement, straightening and stepping aside from the door. Cassian returned to his pack, fishing through its contents as an awkward silence stretched between you two. He finally withdrew a small scramble key, its side marked with the red starbird symbol of the Rebellion. You watched as Cassian slotted it into the keyhole at the door. With a soft click, the door sprang open an inch, revealing a pitch blackness in the interior of the building. 

“This is an old Resistance safe house,” Cassian whispered as he pushed open the door and beckoned you inside. You obliged, barely registering his words as you tried to settle your mind. The inside of the house was so dark you couldn’t see anything. You shuffled in as far as you dared, leaving enough room for Cassian to crowd in behind you. He did, letting the door shut out the soft noises of the night. In the total darkness inside, all you could hear was two sets of breathing as Cassian fumbled along the walls next to the door, searching for a lightswitch. 

“Why are you so hellbent on helping me?” The question slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to stop it. Something about the fading adrenaline of the kiss mingled with the sting of your hurt pride at Cassian’s rebuke made you bold. It didn’t hurt that you couldn’t see him either. You weren’t sure you wanted to know what expression he was wearing at that moment. 

There was a moment of heavy quiet as nothing but the sounds of your breaths hung in the empty entryway. 

You heard a soft click as the lights flicked on. The hallway stretched out long in front of you, a row of windows visible at the back of the house. Beyond the windows, you could see a very dim horizon over an expanse of ocean. Niamos was primarily an ocean planet, although you hadn’t realized how close you’d been to the shore outside in the darkened city street. 

Across the foyer, Cassian was staring at you. His eyes looked haunted and heavy. He moved towards you a fraction of an inch, his hand twitching at his side as if he were going to reach out and touch you. Your heart twisted with restless hope. But something stopped him, his movement freezing and extinguishing as his face contorted slightly from something painful you couldn’t see. When he spoke, the intensity in his voice hit you like a ton of bricks. 

“I’ve got my reasons,” he replied cryptically before he picked up his pack and disappeared down the hall, turning right at the end and climbing up a stairway you couldn’t see. 

“You take the downstairs bedroom,” he called back to you. “We should only be here for a few days before I can get you safe passage to Coruscant.”  His footsteps faded into the recesses of the house, which was apparently much larger than the unassuming doorway let on. You heard the soft thud of a door closing, plunging you into a lonely silence. You stayed rooted to the spot in the entryway, grappling with the realization that you were no longer content to let Cassian say goodbye…

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[septimaseverinawannawrite]

Saturday Seven 03

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing : Cassian Andor x F!Reader

Request: No.

Summaries: From this prompt; "You are hot when you are angry."

Warning: Mention of fungus and virus. Bad Writing? Using Y/N. Implying 18+ at the end.

Rate: T

Words: 390

A/N: Finally, I can drag myself to write my own challenging. A little bit change about devider, because the old one is too big.

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(Divider by @saradika)

“Cassian Jeron Andor!” Y/N shouted out loudly from the bathroom in her and Cassian’s quarter, on Hoth base. She knew she was not supposing to be furious towards him, but this time she really pissed of what he had done. It is just like his second nature before they married.

“What is it, love?” Cassian, who was wearing and apron and standing at the small area, where they could prepare and cook simple meals. He turned around, seeing that she grabbed his towel in her hand. He knew the consequence, sweet and innocence smiling for her should calm her down. But it did not help at all.

“How many times I tell you not to hang your towel in bathroom after you taking a shower!” Y/N frowned, trying not to look into his pair of those big brown eyes (and the glistening in them, sometimes). They almost got her every single time. “Your wet towel is gonna grow toxic fungus! And don’t make me mentioning about bacteria and germs! Are you a nine years old boy…”

Cassian didn’t argue or bicker back like previous. Today was his day-off. He had planned for a long time on spending the precious time with Y/N, nothing could worsen his mood today. He smiled at her while listening to her complaining. His delightful expression made her quirking her eyebrows – demanding for the reason why today he was unusual.

“You know, you are hot when you are angry.” His voice was flirtatious. Just like he said. Her eyebrows, her redden face, her mouth’s thing and her behaviour – it might not amenity in others’ attitude – but for him, they were adorable and pleasant.

“This is not the time, Cass. I really mean it! Do not charm your way out off trouble! The temperature here is proper, it makes fungus spreading and causing virus!” She continually complained, suddenly she was hugged by Cassian. His pointy nose on her cheeks, while his stubble tickling her jawline and the neck. “Cassian! Stop!”

“If you want me to stop, try me, darling.” Cassian saw that she was doing nothing but be grumpy. Finally, he smirked, carrying her onto his shoulder and ignoring her protesting, from a small kitchen to their bed. Of course, she did not stop yelling until he peppered the kisses all over her face and her lips.  

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CASSIAN'S RECKONING - Chapter 16: The Rogues

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Some gentle fluff to entice you… Do I have an agenda? Yes, I do. Enjoy!!!

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CHAPTER 16: THE ROGUES

Describing how the Empire murdered his crewmates had shaken Cassian’s nerve. He stood in the corridor outside the ready room, grinding his teeth, breathing deeply through flared nostrils. Part of him wanted to hide in his quarters and avoid facing anyone, but his more practical nature, the part of his consciousness that guided most of his decisions nowadays, told him isolation was a bad idea in his current state. Solitude would lead to unrestrained self-reflection; sitting alone in a dark room while guilt ate him alive was the last thing he needed.

Instead, he went in search of Rogue Crew. Cassian craved their company, their awkward companionship, their grounding reassurance. He was their official commander, but they were such a mismatch group of dissidents the Alliance wasn’t quite sure how to utilize them. They were lumped into the Intelligence branch but that was a vague rubric. Cassian wondered if the Alliance’s ambiguous approach toward Rogue One had to do with the fact that none of the members, apart from Cassian, were actual sworn-in soldiers. Jyn was the only one who’d been assigned a proper military rank, but there was no guarantee that she or any of the other members would stick around for an extended period. Even so, as long as they remained, they were Cassian’s responsibility.

He found them in the mess hall eating donuts and drinking coffee.

“You all look bored,” he said, sliding into the seat next to Jyn.

“You finally look alive,” Baze replied totally deadpan.

Cassian smiled as he reached past Jyn for a donut.

“Welcome back,” Chirrut said warmly.

“Thanks.” Andor took a bite and gestured at everyone. “What did I miss?”

“We’ve been put on leave,” Bodhi answered. “Well, everyone except for Jyn.”

Cassian looked at her. “Really?”

“No explanation. They all got notified this morning,” she said.

“Maybe because they’re going to call you in for more debriefing?”

Jyn shrugged. “More like they have something especially fun planned for me.”

“It can’t be worse than anything you’ve already done.”

She laughed darkly. “True.”

“I’m on leave too.” Cassian bumped his shoulder against hers. “Sorry you have to miss out on all the relaxation, Lieutenant Erso.”

“Bastard,” she teased.

“Now that you’re better,” Bodhi said enthusiastically, “you should start playing sabacc with us again at night.”

“You’re still doing that?”

“We stopped for a bit.”

“When you got yourself captured and we had to rescue you,” Baze interjected.

Bodhi stuttered, nervous that Andor would be annoyed by the guardian’s jab, but Cassian just laughed. “We’ve started playing again,” the pilot continued. “It helps pass time living on this ship.”

Cassian hated playing cards but Bodhi was right, ship life for a grounded crew could be tedious at best. “Sure, why not.”

“Great!”

“Together again as we should be,” Chirrut smiled.

After a little more chitchat, the group gradually disbanded with the understanding they would meet again after dinner. As they stood and began to part ways, Jyn and Cassian naturally drifted together and walked side by side out into the corridor.

“Thanks for the clothes,” he said, leaning toward her and lowering his voice. “You didn’t have to do all that.”

“Planning on wearing medical pajamas to your debriefing, were you?” she smiled.

“Where did you get them?”

“There’s an exchange on board.”

“Can I pay you back?”

“You can pay me back by never getting into trouble like that again,” she chaffed him. “Anyway, you needed them,” Jyn continued, not giving him time to reply. “You lost everything on Yavin.”

“Except this,” he said pulling down on his jacket. “I don’t know how you managed to save it.”

“I brought it with for some reason. I stuffed it in a duffle before we launched your rescue mission.”

“Did you have another premonition? You always seem to know what’s going to happen.”

She absentmindedly brushed her fingers over the kyber hanging around her neck. “Maybe,” she said, betraying her troubled heart.

After a few silent beats Cassian spoke so quietly Jyn almost couldn’t make out what he said. “I wish I had listened to you.”

She knew he was referring to the last time they walked Rebel corridors together, when she’d tried to warn him about Tarkin. Now there was even more unspoken trauma hanging between them; he felt responsible for their fresh discomfort and she felt nervous that their suffering wasn’t yet over. Cassian was strong and wily and intuitive; seeing him broken and cowering beneath the Empire’s boot, bleeding on a durasteel prison floor, was unsettling to say the least. “I wish you had too,” she replied without reproach. “But nothing that happened was your fault.”

He changed the subject quickly, not ready to dive into the reality of his horror. “Where did they assign your quarters?”

“I have a rack with the rest of Rogue One in the main bunk room.”

“I still can’t believe they have you sleeping in there. You’re an officer, you should have a private room.”

“They don’t have the space for a spare like me. I’m not an officer of your stature; I’m just riffraff from the gutter.” She shrugged, only half joking.

“We were all riffraff in the gutter at one point. That’s why we’re rebels. But you should at least be with the other officers.”

They had made their way back to Cassian’s quarters and were now standing in front of his door. Jyn swept her arm dramatically and said, “You mean living in the lap of luxury like you? How do you like your broom cupboard?” she teased.

“It’s hardly big enough to turn around in.”

“At least it has a door,” she scoffed. “The only thing between me and fifty-nine snoring grunts is a fabric curtain. Do you have any idea how loudly Baze snores?!”

He smiled, enjoying how easy it was to talk to Jyn.

“How long are you on leave?” she asked.

“Four weeks.”

“Wow!”

“I know,” he was genuinely pleased. “The last time I had this much freedom I’d just broken out of prison.”

Jyn had a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Which time?”

He smirked. “I only broke out once.”

She looked offended. “I beg your pardon, but doesn’t breaking out of Tarkin’s cellblock count for anything?”

“Technically you broke me out.”

“I did.” She smiled and crossed her arms over her chest in mock bravado. “I’m quite proud of myself.

“You planning to go anywhere?” she eventually asked.

“I’m not allowed to leave the ship. They’re keeping tight control over who comes and goes until they find a new base.”

“So, you’ll be around?”

“Looks that way.”

She couldn’t deny she was glad.

“Any idea why they didn’t grant you leave?”

She threw up her hands. “No, and I’m a little nervous about it. Why everyone but me?”

“They haven’t given you any assignments?”

“Nothing.”

“And you’ve already been debriefed?”

“A few days ago. They had me hand in the IT-O databank and they debriefed me at the same time.”

“You just handed it in a few days ago?”

“When we brought you into the Redemption’s medical bay, we arrived way ahead of most of the fleet. They were all still in the battle over Yavin while you were floating in a bacta tank. Draven and Mothma just arrived.”

“Did you…” he suddenly looked nervous. “Did you watch any of it?”

She took a step closer but didn’t touch him; she didn’t want to invade his physical autonomy after he had been manhandled by the Empire. “No,” she said gently. “Of course not.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you had.”

“I saw everything I needed to see in person.”

Cassian’s jaw tighten as his gaze drifted down and away. “That was the worst moment,” he finally said quietly, “when I saw you. I thought they’d captured you.” His eyes became dark as he stared at nothing. “Tarkin said he would make me watch while he tortured you.”

Jyn was horrified by the notion but tried to hide it from Cassian.

“I don’t think anything scares me more than the thought of them doing to you what they did to me. I’d rather live through it all again than ever have them lay a hand on you.”

Jyn bit her lip, fear and anger and guilt getting the better of her. “Cass,” she breathed.

He abruptly looked up at her, startled by the nickname.

“I’m…” she didn’t know what to say. Sorry felt grossly inadequate.

He stared down at her, his expression intense and troubled. “Thank you for coming after me,” he whispered. “I’m glad you came when you did. I think if they’d had the chance to move me to the Death Star no one would have been able to find me.”

Her eyes became fierce. “I would have broken down every single door until I’d found you.”

Emotion flickered across his face before he managed to subdue it. “You risked a lot to save me.”

“I’d risk everything to save you, Cassian.”

Each understood the weight of their confessions.

Jyn’s commlink suddenly beeped loudly in her vest pocket. She reluctantly broke eye contact with Cassian and reached for it. He waited patiently while she retrieved the message. “All officers are being called in to a briefing about the state of the fleet. You want to come or do you want to officially be on leave?”

He shook his head. “I’m going to sleep for a while. But fill me in later?”

She nodded. “Of course.” They shared a warm, knowing smile before she turned and headed up the passageway toward the ship’s central hub.

END NOTES

NEXT CHAPTER IS CALLED "THE ABSOLUTION" - Cassian's demons are still hovering in the background. He and Jyn share a very meaningful moment.

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[wanderingjedihistorian]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Galen Erso & Jyn Erso Characters: Jyn Erso Additional Tags: Introspection, Memories, Character Study, takes place during the movie, Jyn Erso Appreciation Week Series: Part 1 of Jyn Erso Appreciation Week 2024 Summary: Stardust. The nickname her father had given her when she was so young that she can’t remember a time before it.

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[djarindroid]

For the requests, what about Cassian and acts of service? He seems like someone who wouldn’t express his love with words very often, but more so with actions.

(sorry this took so long to respond to, the second I opened up requests life got really crazy) ok ok this is so accurate, you just know Cassian would go above and beyond for you 🥹

Helping Hand

Pairing: Cassian x Reader Summary: Its chaos at the rebel base, but you have a mysterious helper... Word Count: 1236

It had been a grueling day, you had woken to the sound of sirens as ships returned to the base. You’d sprinted down to the hangar to discover, for lack of a better word, a shit show. Multiple ships had returned with smoke pouring out of them and blaster marks littering their sides. You didn’t have time to ask what had happened as before you knew it you’d been swept into the chaos of it all.

That was hours ago, you weren’t even sure how long you’d been working. You’d been making your way around the ships, trying your best to fix what you could. Completely covered in dirt and oil, you groaned as you laid beneath the 4th (maybe it was the 5th) ship. Staring at the mass of tangled wires above you, you could barely focus your eyes and tell where one cord ended and the other began.

Having been in such a rush to get to work that you hadn’t stopped to grab your morning cup of caff. You definitely didn’t have time to go get it now, you rubbed your eyes in an effort to refocus. Before you could reach up to begin working you felt something tap your ankle, you peaked down to where your lower legs stuck out from the bottom of the ship. You saw two feet standing next to your own, and a hand reaching down placing a cup of caff next to you before the two feet retreated.

You slid out as quickly as you could to thank your savior but there were too many people in the area to figure out who’d brought you the cup. You took a moment to savor the smell of the hot caff as you picked it up. You took a sip, the taste instantly made you feel more alert and awake. You glanced around the area attempting to catch a glimpse of the mysterious person. Really it could've been anyone, maybe another mechanic who’s been down here as long as you.

With a renewed sense of determination you dove back under the ship, ready to carry on with the task at hand. The re-wiring was a breeze, you easily completed it in half the time you expected to and you put it down to the gifted caff. 

You moved onto the next job, raring to get stuck in. This one wouldn’t be so bad, it just needed the exterior patching up where the blasters had broken through the shield. You grabbed your gear and clambered up on top of the ship. 

After inspecting the damage you knew you’d just need to weld the exterior together, you reached into your supplies to search for your protective goggles only to find they weren’t there. Sighing you climbed back down off of the ship and jogged over to your station. You searched high and low but with no luck.

You decided to go back to the ship and think of another way to solve the problem but upon your return you found your goggles waiting for you. Maybe you’d just missed them before but you were sure they hadn’t been there when you left. You glanced around but couldn’t see anything or anyone out of the ordinary, shrugging, you got back to work. 

A few more small things happened throughout your day, a glass of water appearing just as you started to get thirsty, a towel appearing when you spilled oil over yourself, your wrench making a reappearance after you lost it a few weeks ago. You didn’t dwell on it for too long, for all you knew you could be that over tired that all of this was  stuff you were doing. 

There was one job left for you to do, it wasn’t anything major, the head mechanic had even told you to leave it for the day but you were determined to get this done. If you got this done that would be everything back to as normal as it can be, but you were so tired. Everything ached as you tried to figure out what you needed to do. Surely it couldn’t hurt to sit down for 5 minutes, just to reset yourself. That would be ok.

You lowered yourself onto a nearby crate with a groan, your body grateful for the brief break. The busy day caught up to you instantly, the exhaustion washed over you as you battled to keep your eyes open. A battle that you quickly lost, sleep quickly consumed you as you fell backwards where you rested upon a wall.

You awoke suddenly, unsure with how much time had passed but it was now completely dark outside the hangar. ‘Shoot,’ you huffed out, you hadn’t meant to fall asleep, you wanted to get the last job done before you went back to your bunk. You prepared to stand up, when you noticed a large coat covering you.

A smile crept its way on your face, you’d recognise this coat anywhere. Cassian was back. As you pulled the coat closer to you everything from the day started to fall into place, Cassian was your mystery helper. He’d given you that morning caff, your goggles mysteriously appearing, the water, everything was him. 

A metal clang brought you out of your thoughts, you looked up to see him standing under the wing of the last ship. Tears brimmed in your eyes, he was finishing the last job. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were. With a mix of excitement and relief you hurried over to where he was working.

Upon hearing your footsteps, Cassian glanced over to you, a smile gracing his face. The sight of him, disheveled with a slight sheen of sweat covering his face, made your heart skip a beat.

‘Hey,’ he said as you approached. ‘I didn’t want to wake you until I was done.’ 

You closed the distance and wrapped your arms around his middle. Burying yourself in his warmth, you took a deep breath and truly relaxed as he wrapped his own arms around you. 

‘Thank you,’ you mumbled into his chest.

‘Don’t thank me yet, I’m not done,’ Cassian replied.

‘Not just this Cassian,’ you pulled back slightly to peer up at him. ‘For everything today.’

He smirked, ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ he uttered as he looked back up to the ship. You giggled and he looked back down and met your eyes. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek, ‘I know today was stressful, I just wanted to help.’

You lent up to place a light kiss on his lips. No-one had ever shown you that they cared for you this deeply before. What Cassian lacked in words he more than made up for in his actions and you would be eternally grateful for every little thing he does for you. Your heart swelled knowing that he had been watching out for you all day. 

‘Now you’re awake you can help me finish this and we can go rest in an actual bed, not on that uncomfortable looking box I found you on earlier,’ he smiled.

‘That sounds perfect,’ you kissed him lightly once more before the two of you got to work. You knew this would be the quickest job of the day as you wanted nothing more than to retire to bed and lay in Cassian’s arms for as long as possible.

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[uwingdispatch]

Endlessly

Endlessly

Notes: Cassian Andor/Reader, everyone lives au, post-rebellion, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, disabled reader, domestic fluff, fluff and angst

**CW: **chronic illness, migranes disability, implied sexual intimacy, 

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You’d had plans this weekend. You and Cassian were meant to be in hyperspace right now, on your way to visit friends. But you knew this morning you’d have to call off the trip. You’d told Cassian to go without you. That you had Arseven, your support droid, and could call someone if there was an emergency. But he wouldn’t even consider it.

And as the sun begins to set you’re thanking the stars that Seven has somehow convinced the pharmacy droid to give you just enough migraine tablets until your doctor can see you next week.

In the kitchen the kettle whistles and you grit your teeth, hissing as you squeeze your eyes closed. Cassian curses as he rushes from where he’s sitting to stop the noise.

You open your eyes when you hear him set a tea cup on the living room table. He sits down next to you on the sofa and you curl into his body, laying your head on his chest, the softness his clean cotton t-shirt cozy and warm.

“Sorry about the kettle,” he says. “I wish you would let me take you to the clinic. At least let me make you something to eat.”

“Seven will be back with my meds soon,” you say. “I shouldn’t have let my prescription lapse.”

Tenderly, Cassian cups your face in his hand, kisses your temple. “I should have reminded you.”

“You know I hate when you do that. It isn’t your fault.”

“You just don’t seem like yourself, my heart,” he says, holding you close. “You’re sure you don’t want to see a doctor? There’s a Navy neurologist who owes me a favor—”

The door clicks and slides open and Arseven rolls straight into your living room, whistling and chirping her concern.

“You are a miracle, Seven,” you tell her as she hands you your pills. “This will help so much. Can you bring me my canteen? I think I left it in the bedroom.”

Kay lumbers in from the garage. “No improvement?” he asks.

He’d found you in tears last night, after Seven had docked into her charging station. You hadn’t wanted to wake Cassian as he’d been sleeping poorly over the last few days, dealing with a nasty bout of insomnia. But Kay had heard you when you dropped a bag of ice on the kitchen floor. Despite his own medical protocols, he decided to wake up Cassian himself.

“Not yet,” you say. “But soon, I think. Thank you for taking Seven to the pharmacy.”

“I can’t remember the last time you had a headache this bad,” Cassian says.

Seven hands you your canteen as she rattles off a date in beeps and chirps. It’s a date long before the little astromech had been a mainstay in your life, and Cassian appears startled.

“How do you know that?” Cassian asks.

Seven whistles low: Medical records.

You watch his face while he puts it together. He’d been on Tatooine when that happened. And you hadn’t heard from him for two weeks. “You never told me you were sick while I was gone.”

“When you got back, I was just so relieved to see you. And I wasn’t sick anymore, so…I didn’t want to put that on you and chase you off again.”

You take your meds and close your eyes. With any luck the pain will abate soon and you’ll be able to eat something and keep it down. Seven tells you to call if you need anything before retreating to the backyard where she’s been helping Kay with a project in the garden.

“Hey,” Cassian whispers, caressing your face. “You could never chase me off. Not then, and not now.”

You thread your fingers through his long, dark hair and he brings his forehead to yours. There is nothing he could say that isn’t said in this touch.

“I believe you,” you say.

“Is the medicine helping?”

“It is.”

“Can I make you dinner?”

“Stay here with me, Cass,” you say. “Just a little bit longer.”

*

It was raining when he called, late into fall, the kind of night where you could see your own breath when you went outside to pick up a parcel that had been delivered. It had been a few weeks since you’d heard from Cassian, and it was just like him to call at midnight and tell you he needed to see you.

You’d been starting to wonder if something horrible had happened. And you were tired—this was the second time he’d disappeared like this with no communication. And last time he’d said it wasn’t something he did regularly, it had been an emergency. And you'd believed him—you still believed him—but you didn't know how much of this your heart could take. You hadn’t quite been together a year, but your relationship had gotten so intense so quickly and now you weren’t sure what to do.

But this was Cassian. Of course you told him he could come by.

When there was a knock at the door, your stomach flipped. Still you let the door slide open for him. He looked half-drowned, his hair dripping wet, his jacket soaked. When you took his hand, it was freezing cold.

“You came here on that?” you asked, noting the speederbike parked outside. “In the rain?”

“I needed the clarity,” Cassian said. “And my speeder is in the shop. It’s a long story.”

You let him inside and he shrugged out of his wet jacket and hung it up—something he usually didn’t do. Somehow this worried. you.

Pulling you toward him, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead before stepping back, realizing he couldn’t kiss this better. Knowing you had every reason to be upset.

“I know what this looks like—” he started. But you cut him off.

“Just tell me,” you said. “If this isn’t going to work out. If there’s someone else. Just tell me, Cassian. I’m exhausted.”

“No,” he said. “Of course not. There’s no one. Nothing like that. I just got caught up in something…delicate.”

“You mean dangerous.”

“Yes.”

You turned from him for a moment, mumbling that he was dripping all over you floor. As you went to the hall closet, you wondered how he could possibly make sense of this. Despite the baggage each of you brought to the relationship, you’d gotten through the high holidays with just a few hiccups. You’d both grown comfortable. He was at your place more often than not before this disappearance. More than once he’d used the word forever. So this? It was not only a breach of trust, but anxiety-provoking. Painful, even.

You returned with towels, throwing one to the floor where a puddle had started to form. Cassian took the other and began to dry off. Somehow, for a moment, everything seemed normal. But the truth still hung in the air like a fog.

“I didn’t hear from you for three weeks, Cassian.”

He let out a long breath. “I lost my comm on Tatooine. Mos Espa. I owed someone a favor. Someone you don’t say no to. I didn’t want to contact you on any comms I wasn’t in complete control of. Safety in Mos Espa—”

“I know about Mos Espa.”

“So you understand.”

“I understand that you’ve told me that this is the kind of thing you left behind.”

“It is,” he said, hanging his damp towel on a hook next to his coat. “It’s not who I am anymore. It’s not who I want to be, at least.”

“Okay.” Your breath hitched at the idea of Cassian owing favors to a cartel on Tatooine.  “Where’s Kay? I couldn’t reach him either.”

“He’s been with Jyn. Sensitive Navy business. I don’t even know exactly what they’re doing.”

“I hate this.”

“I know, my heart.” He held out his arm. “May I?”

You nodded and he pulled you into his embrace.

“I thought you were ignoring my messages,” you said. “I thought maybe you were leaving and didn’t want to deal with a goodbye.”

“I do hate goodbyes,” he said. “But I’d never leave you like that.” He paused. “Truthfully, as long as you’ll have me, I’ll never leave you at all.”

From the corner of your eye you spot a pair of his boots, left here before his unplanned trip to Tatooine. You’d looked at them every time you left your apartment, wondering where he was, what you’d done wrong, whether he was okay. But now you remembered the night he told you about the Imperial prison, how he escaped with Melshi, no shoes on either of them, how their feet were raw and bloodied when they finally made it to safety. How all of this had spilled out of him when you told him you liked his new boots. You took a deep breath, considering how much of his life he’d offered to you, the kinds of things he didn’t tell anyone else.

Cassian caressed your back, his hand running softly over your thin t-shirt as he held you close. “I don’t owe any more favors to anyone you wouldn’t want to invite to dinner,” he said.

And you laughed then, looking up into his warm, brown eyes. You knew he was a skilled liar—because he’d told you as much. It came with the job, with what he used to do. But he’d also told you he’d never lie to you, and he’d never given you any reason to doubt his honesty.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

You replied, “I know.”

“I tried to send you a message from the ship’s comms, but I was out of range. It couldn’t find your device,” he said. “I just had to hope that when I got back I’d still have your trust.”

You reached to touch his face, every fiber of your being knowing that had any other man done something like this you wouldn’t have even let him in the door tonight. “You’ll earn it back,” you said.

“I will,” he said. “You have my word. This…was unintentional. But you deserve better. I know that.”

“Then you’ll do better,” you said, letting him lean in until his nose brushed against yours.

“May I kiss you?” he asked.

And when you said yes he kissed you with a desperation you hadn’t experienced before—somehow both apology and catharsis, his lips capturing yours deep into a promise you wouldn’t soon forget.

“You’re shivering.” you said, pulling back for a moment, noting the goosebumps along Cassian’s muscular arms, realizing he’d only been wearing a white undershirt under the wet jacket he’d shed as soon as he’d come in the door. “Take off your shoes. Let me get you warm.” You took his hand, leading him to your bedroom.

“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to,” he said as you ease his t-shirt over his head.

“Cassian,” you said, “all I want right now is you.”

*

You’d forgotten that this medication had a tendency to knock you out. And when you wake, still on the couch, the sun has fully set. Your tooka-cat has curled up around your knees and you can feel him purring. You sit up, trying to shake sleep from your head.

“I was wondering if you’d wake, my heart” Cassian says. He’s at the kitchen island, slicing fresh bread. “Do you think you can eat something for me?”

You smile. “Yeah…I’m pretty hungry actually.”

“Good,” he says. “It’s just some noodles and broth. I threw in some of the veggies Seven brought in from the garden. You think you can handle that?”

Cassian brings you a bowl of noodles and a slice of buttered bread. He’s taken to wearing an oversized cardigan around the house, and there’s something sweet and vulnerable about it. You know the hardened soldier is still in there, but it’s good to see how comfortable in himself he’s grown since you first met. How much his walls have come down.

The tooka jumps up and heads to the kitchen, crying for his dinner. You’re about to get up to feed him but Cassian eases you back down onto the sofa. “Eat, darling. I’ll take care of the little beast.”

You hear him pouring the kibble, cooing at the pet he always claimed to dislike but who had taken to him the first night you’d let the man into your home. When Cassian returns to your side, he has a bowl of noodles for himself. You eat together in comfortable silence for a while. Outside, the rain has started to come down.

“This tastes like home,” you say.

Cassian looks startled. “Like home?” he asks.

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” he says, resting his hand gently on your knee. “It’s just that…my mother used to say that. There was this one meal my father used to make, back on Ferrix, before things got bad. It wasn’t anything fancy, but…she always said that it tasted like home.” He pauses. “Stars, they would have loved you.”

You place your empty bowl on the table next to his, reach out to take his hand, and squeeze. He pulls you toward him, presses a sweet kiss to your lips, caresses your cheek with his fingertips, his hands so soft now, so far from the years of combat and struggle.

“How are you feeling?” he asks. “I’d really like to take you to bed.”

“Would you?” you ask.

He kisses your jaw, your neck, pushes aside the collar of your shirt to kiss your collarbone. “I would.”

You stand, offering him your hand as he gets up from the sofa, leading him to the bedroom where your clothes soon find their way to the floor. The rain is coming down hard as you ease your way under the covers, Cassian on top of you, your hands sliding from his firm chest to his bearded jaw and into his hair.

“I love you,” he says, his hand making its way over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

And he kisses you again before you can tell him that you love him, too. Because he knows. You both know. As he ducks under the covers you hear him whisper something in Kenari, a term of endearment and a promise. A word that doesn’t have an equivalent Basic, the closest word being “eternal.” But so much sentiment is lost in that translation.

And as the rain pounds on the transparisteel of your bedroom windows, you thank the stars that this gentle man somehow managed to make it across the stars to you. That you both survived all that you did to hold each other close both in times of crisis and in times like this as he kisses your tummy, whispering words you can’t entirely make out as he eases his way toward your pleasure.

Tomorrow, you think—tomorrow you will take care of him the way he took care of you today. Maybe a small outing, something to make up for your missed trip. Because even though he’s the first one to tell you that he doesn’t deserve happiness, that there’s blood on his hands, that he’ll never wipe the slate clean—he’s wrong. Cassian deserves the galaxy, and if you can, you’ll give it to him.  

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[corellianhounds]

Soldier, Princess, Farm Boy, Spy

Chapter 1/2 — Similitude

Media: Rogue One / the original Star Wars trilogy

Rating: Gen.

Word Count: 1,945

Warnings: None

Art Credit: The Rogue One comic book adaptation, illustrated by Emilio Laiso. Divider by @/saradika-graphics.

Summary: Two girls— unknowing of the way their fates will cross as adults— meet each other as children, the stark difference in their upbringings seen in the fleeting childhood moments you befriend a stranger by virtue of circumstance and never meet again.

11 BBY. Jyn is ten and has been raised by Saw Gerrera for two years. Leia is eight.

Jyn sees a small figure in white sitting politely next to Senator Organa across the table.

They were gathered in a debate chamber in the capital city of Karom to discuss the Empire’s encroachment on the largest continental territory on the equator. There was already active Imperial movement to expand their mining facilities on Morak further and further into the jungle, displacing the tribes and disrupting the local settlements as they segmented off chunks of land and built borders between the facilities. The unrefined rhydonium the Imperials excavated was volatile and explosive and had already caused massive civilian casualties due to improper handling and transportation, and little had been done by the Empire to remediate the losses.

Saw was prepared to stage an upheaval of the largest operation and was there to argue for more support from the Alliance council, but the senators from neighboring planets had either not given a satisfactory solution or had flat out refused to support Saw, saying accountability had to be taken through “the proper channels” to prevent further incidents. Saw insisted the Empire be more permanently dissuaded from settling on the planet.

Jyn knew all of this. They had been living south among the natives for upwards of four months and had seen the destruction for themselves. Saw had briefed her on their objective of the meeting, adding though that he didn’t anticipate reaching a common ground. Jyn had been passing the time watching all of the people in the room, their expressions and body language telling more than their words ever did. More often than she really cared for she would find adults watching her back, and she would stare them down until they uncomfortably shifted their focus away.

The other girl across from her had braids situated like a crown on top of her head, neat and tidy. Jyn scowled, and had she been closer she would have had to ignore the urge to reach out and yank her hair. She knew it wasn’t kind, but she couldn’t help but feel like everyone in the room was comparing the two of them the way they were comparing Saw and the senator from Alderaan. As if the plain way Jyn and Saw spoke and dressed provided justification for how many council members continued to derogate their stance.

Jyn didn’t think the arguments should have taken this long anyway. Didn’t the men both want the same thing? Why did they have to debate the means they achieved it with?

The princess sat primly beside her father, out of place and unnecessary, in Jyn’s opinion. For as little time as she and Saw spent in cities, she’d seen the kinds of posters and holovids that promoted politicians by showing how affable and “community oriented” they must be because they were portrayed next to children. Bringing his daughter with him was either a ploy to seem more sympathetic, or to keep people from verbally attacking him while she was there. Jyn was there because Saw trusted her to observe and gather information as he made his appeals.

She’s just a girl like me, Jyn thought sullenly, looking back at her counterpart. She only looks nice because she has servants to make her look that way.

Jyn paused at that thought. She looked at the princess again, analyzing.

Bored eyes. Neutral frown. She looked as though she were listening to a school lecture or protocol droid. Jyn tipped her head to get a better look: the other girl looked like she’d tucked her hands under her thighs to keep from fidgeting. Her feet kicked idly, but silently.

Maybe that is the case, Jyn thought. Servants made her look nice and braided her hair because her father made her come with him, same as Saw had with her.

The thought soured what malicious glee she’d felt at her earlier vindictive impulse.

What had the senator called it? Partisan infighting?

—

There was a short interim as the leaders dispersed before they were to regroup. Saw was irritable as he grumbled to her in the stairwell, talking out his frustrations and organizing his thoughts. Jyn had heard enough of it on their journey into the city but knew better than to complain. “Repetition is the chief of all learning,” he would say.

Jyn could see past him to the duracrete skybridge just outside. Treetops from the landscaped walkway below edged out over the top of the railing in brilliant shades of red, yellow, green, and orange, the bark white with dark, swirled knots that reminded her of eyes. The wind rustled the leaves and scattered the dead ones, sending them off in the breeze, and the sun shone brighter through the branches.

Jyn waited until Saw reached a stopping point before asking if she could go outside. Saw looked suspiciously through the window behind him. Jyn didn’t think there was anything he didn’t regard with suspicion.

“I need to speak with one of the senators anyway,” he said finally, tapping his cane against the floor as he reached his deliberation. “You may stay on the terrace, provided you are back inside for the next session.”

“Yes sir,” Jyn promised, and she left.

—

Jyn sat on her knees, pressed against the upper duracrete ledge, knocking the backs of her boots together as she watched the tops of the trees sway. It wasn’t long before she was approached by the girl with the neat braids pinned to the back of her head.

“Hi.”

“… Hi.”

“I’m Leia, of Alderaan.” The girl held out her hand.

Jyn stared at the proffered handshake next to her. “I know.”

“Your name is Jyn?”

“Yeah.”

The princess hesitated, her hand dropping. “Would you like some company?”

Jyn frowned, seeing the senator with the dark goatee back over the bridge next to the building with the other adults. “If you’re doing it because your father told you to come talk to me, no.”

“I’m bored anyway.” The princess, with some effort, hopped up onto the ledge next to Jyn. Jyn continued to fiddle with the cords on her jacket, tying knots and undoing them. Square knot. Half hitch. Clove hitch. Felucian twist. The girl next to her was quiet, at least for a little while. Before long, though, her own restless feet began to kick as she looked around.

“Would you like to play?”

Jyn scowled at the childish question. “No, I don’t want to play.”

Leia frowned. “I’m trying to be polite.”

Jyn continued to fiddle with her knot work. “Why?”

“Because Papa told me I had to. I have to be diplomatic towards other people.”

“No you don’t. Not really.”

“I do,” Leia said. “If I want people to listen to me.”

“Well I don’t want to listen to you so stop being polite.”

Leia crossed her arms and sat back with a scowl. Jyn was satisfied the princess had given up trying to maintain an appearance. She didn’t like people who pretended.

Still… If Jyn was honest with herself it wasn’t really the princess’s fault she was in a prickly mood. The girl seemed a few years younger than her, and nothing about her actual expressions or voice indicated that she felt herself more important than Jyn, unlike the adults inside, or some of the cadets in Saw’s band who were clear in their mockery of her. She could tell the difference.

Truth be told, talking to Leia was more interesting than anything else Jyn had done all day.

“Do you always come to these meetings?” Jyn asked, turning around to sit against the wall.

The girl shrugged, the stormy expression dissipating. “Sometimes. Or sometimes I come if I’m already with Papa and there’s no time to send me home or have someone watch me.”

“Watch you?”

Leia tucked one boot up on the ledge, grinding the heel against the stone. “Nannies,” she said derisively. “Nurse droids or governesses. Anyone to keep me from going outside or being by myself or playing with friends.”

“Oh.” Jyn supposed that made sense. It had been so long since Lah’mu that she’d forgotten most children weren’t as independent as she’d been brought up. Even back on her parents’ farm she’d had a relative range of freedom, and she could only imagine the security surrounding politicians and their families now under the Empire’s reign. Leia didn’t look like she could fight off anyone if she was in danger.

“Papa says it’s good for me to learn,” Leia said, almost as an afterthought. She stared sullenly at the ground, absently pulling up the grass between them. “He says I’m supposed to become a senator too when I grow up.”

“You’re a princess,” Jyn reasoned. “Aren’t you supposed to be a leader and make decisions anyway?”

“I guess.” Leia looked up towards the sky in thought, then back to Jyn. “Why didn’t you want to play?” she asked curiously.

“Haven’t done it in a long time,” Jyn shrugged. “I don’t have anybody to play with.”

“What about your father?”

Jyn’s chest burned so quick and hot she felt like she could breathe fire. Any kindness she’d felt before evaporated. She didn’t think the words she spoke next were true, and she felt guilty for wishing they were despite knowing the alternative was worse to admit to a stranger. “My dad’s dead.”

Leia looked confused. “But— He was just in there, talking at the table.”

Her tone threw Jyn off, and it was her turn to look confused. “Saw? Saw’s not my father.”

“He called you “my child.”

Jyn shook her head. Leave it to Saw to confuse the girl with his refusal to call Jyn by her name even when she told him to. Still, Leia was old enough to not be this daft. Jyn didn’t understand. “He just says that. My dad’s dead.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“… Mine’s dead too,” Leia said softly. “My real one.”

“Wait—” Jyn stopped her. “The senator—?”

“He’s not my real dad. He and Momma adopted me.”

Jyn felt… ashamed. Turned out she’d been just as wrong as the princess. She looked over at the other girl, finally dropping the cords of her jacket and at a loss for what to say.

“… Do you know how to play skipscotch?”

The princess’s somber look turned bright. “No, but you can show me.”

—

Senator Organa came to call Leia in as the council reconvened. Jyn followed after and elbowed through the crowd to the front, taking her place next to Saw as the talks began right where they’d left off. It seemed Saw was no less insistent than when Jyn had last left him, and she listened as he proposed his plan once more with conviction.

At one point Leia tugged on Senator Organa’s sleeve and he picked her up, holding her on one hip. Leia lay her head on his shoulder and started to doze off, and Jyn was hit with a wave of envy, anger, and bitter grief.

She missed her own father. The princess was being a baby. No one was going to hold her if she got tired— Saw was busy, and he wouldn’t have held her even if he’d been able to. He told her to stand up straight and listen because there could be important things to hear. Why did Leia, a princess— someone supposed to be a leader one day— get to be held? Why did she get to sleep?

Jyn’s eyes burned with unshed tears. She refused to let them fall. She stood with her chin level and stared ahead, adamantly refusing to think of the last time Galen held her and hating him for every moment he wasn’t there with her now.

Notes: I had this idea and conversation already drafted even before reading the Rogue One comic books, and seeing this panel in a flashback during Saw and Jyn’s discussion on Jedha cemented the idea for me.

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