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CASSIAN ANDOR and RUESCOTT MELSHI | 1.11

ANDOR

Cinta Kaz. She’s stone cold and fearless. Probably the toughest one here.

Diego Luna in Andor (1.03)

Unwavering

Unwavering

Notes: Brasso/Reader, gender neutral reader, post-rebellion/post-war, mild hurt/comfort, chronically ill/disabled reader 

CW: chronic illness, mention of depression, sexual intimacy

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You still remember the day that Brasso left Ferrix. How he’d come into the little café where you’d worked, and asked if he could talk to you in the back room. How you’d broken the rules to allow this, because the look in his eyes were dire and it was so early in the morning that nobody else working was awake enough to care.

“I think the way things are going to go today,” he said, “I’ll have to leave Ferrix for a while.”

Your heart sank, your unspoken feelings for this man bubbling to the surface as you tried to hold back tears. For a long time now, you’d relied on Brasso perhaps more than you should rely a friend. You’d never considered that a moment like this would come, even with the Empire pressing its boot to Ferrix’s proverbial neck. But you wondered now how you’d never once told him how you really felt. How many times had he sat with you in the clinic during a flare up, making sure the doctor heard you when you said you were in pain? How many times had he left work early to make sure you were taking care of yourself when he knew you’d been struggling with anything from a little cold to a difficult depression or a debilitating migraine? But that was just Brasso. He was like that with so many people. Today he was taking care of Maarva Andor who had recently passed after losing her son to…you weren’t quite sure what but there were a lot of stories about Cassian.

“I need you to stay here. Or even better, go home. Tell the boss you’re having a migraine, maybe. Actually…do you think you could leave town, maybe stay with your cousin for a bit? If you need credits to get there—”

“Brasso, slow down,” you said. “I know the Imperials have been been relentless, but this is a funeral. You really think—”

“I’m asking you to trust me.”

He took your hands, his palms rough from all the years of grappling in the scrap yard. From decades of being the one to take care of all the strays who ended up on Ferrix—be that tooka cat, droid or lonely neighbor. And something about his touch that day was different—an affection came through in a way you hadn’t felt it before.

“Okay.”

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Incredibly beautiful in every way, always in awe of your writing, it feels like I'm right there with them, experiencing the yearning & the desperation laced inside every moment. loved this story so much, thank you for always providing the love & comfort that people truly deserve. 💐💜

1.05 | ANDOR (2022)

Duncan Pow as Ruescott Melshi in ANDOR Season 1

The When (Part 2)

Pairing: Ruescott Melshi x Female Reader

Word Count: 5000+

Summary: There is a story before, when, and after Keef Girgo enters your life. This is the When.

Rating: M (18+, minors please do not engage!)

Warnings: Prison/Narkina 5 storyline but an AU where woman inmates are assigned to each unit as ‘peacekeepers’, language, established relationship, non-descriptive smut + references of smut, possessiveness, references of violence + blood, drugging, talk of pregnancy, reader has anxiety

- Reader has no official name and no physical traits described in detail. However, she is implied to be shorter than Melshi.

Author Note: Thank you everybody for the kind support of this story! From now on I'm not doing tag lists anymore so if you wanna keep up to date with my writing please follow @littlemisspascalwrites

Special thanks to @beecastle for beta reading and encouraging me 💜

The Before | The When Part 1

The When (Part 1)

Pairing: Ruescott Melshi x Female Reader

Word Count: 4000+

Summary: There is a story before, when, and after Keef Girgo enters your life. This is the When.

Rating: M (18+, minors please do not engage!)

Warnings: Prison/Narkina 5 storyline but an AU where woman inmates are assigned to each unit as ‘peacekeepers’, language, established relationship, non-descriptive smut + references of smut, possessiveness, references of violence + blood, non-descriptive suicide (not major character death)

- Reader has no official name and no physical traits described in detail. However, she is implied to be shorter than Melshi.

Author Note: Thank you everybody for the kind support of this story! For the sake of length, this section–The When–will be broken up into multiple segments! Hope someone enjoys it 😊

Special thanks to @beecastle for beta reading and encouraging me 💜

The Before / The When Part 2

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The Before

Pairing: Ruescott Melshi x Female Reader

Word Count: 4000+

Summary: There is a story before, when, and after Keef Girgo enters your life. This is the Before.

Rating: M (18+, minors please do not engage!)

Warnings: Prison/Narkina 5 storyline but an AU where woman inmates are assigned to each unit as ‘peacekeepers’, language, established relationship, non-descriptive smut + references of smut, possessiveness, rough handling, biting, references of violence + blood, non-descriptive suicide (not major character death)

- Reader has no official name and no physical traits described in detail. However, she is picked up twice + is implied to be shorter than Melshi (because I’m a sucker for height differences)

Author Note: So…Idk what happened, I just watched Andor and something about the prison arc really resonated with me. And I really loved Melshi’s scenes and his connection with Cassian (or, Keef, I guess technically lol) so I decided to give writing for him a shot. I am not a smut writer, it’s just not for me, but I wanted to also try to step outside my usual comfort zone a little bit too when writing and thus—this fic was born. Hope someone enjoys it 😊

Special thanks to @beecastle for beta reading and encouraging me 💜

The When

so amazing 💐 I keep coming back to read this story & I am just completely blown away every time, so creative, intimate, & captivating. I am catching up on reblogging, but I have been loving every second of this. 💗 xo

Imagine Cassian helping you through a panic attack before Aldhani.

He awoke to sniffling.

He rolled over in his hammock, hoping to resume his rest before the operation tomorrow, but the swinging of his whole body kept him awake instead.

And that damn sniffling. Shuffling, rustling of things.

There’d be no rest with that racket.

A scowl weighted his face as he gave a biting whisper into the dark. “Will you quiet?”

A gasp. “S-sorry, I didn’t know you were awake.”

“How could I not be?” he murmured to himself. He needed his rest. Too much of this mission relied on him. He was the only one who knew how to pull the freighter out of the garrison, and he was the only one to come into this late. Adrenaline would only take him so far- he needed to be in best shape.

But the sniffles wouldn’t ease, filling the air with raggedy breaths. He left it a moment. He counted to ten. He waited to see if they would calm, but when they didn’t…

He sighed and pulled himself to sit, eyes narrowed to the smaller shape beside his hammock. He was ready to spit a command, grouchy as he could possibly be, but all that energy dissipated as soon as his eyes grew accustomed to the Aldhani starlight.

There you were, curled up, eyes wide as you peered up at him, clearly startled within an inch of your life. A bag lay half packed before you, fabrics and weapons strewn everywhere, eyes red and puffy from crying.

You’d been nothing but good to him when others had borderline punished him for even showing his face. You’d had the courage to be the approachable, even friendly presence for him to share questions about the mission with, without any worry of judgement or telling the others.

So now, seeing you like this, so visibly distressed… It pulled at a chord inside him.

“Hey,” his voice shifted away from accusing, almost leaning towards gentle. “What are you doing?”

“S-sleep, Clem,” your voice wavered, “It’s nothing.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing. Is- is that my shirt?” He leant over the edge of the hammock, careful not to tip it over as he pointed to a bunched up garment half in the packed bag. “Will you miss me that bad?”

A half-hearted snort of laughter. He grunted as he pulled his legs out of the hammock, letting them dangle over the side as he rubbed the slumber from his eyes. Then, he simply watched.

He watched you bat at the tears that rolled from your eyes, visibly too ashamed to even meet his gaze, halted in your rushed packing. He knew everything he needed to know.

“Is running away really the answer?”

A curt “Yes.”

He paused. Then he nodded, sucking on his teeth. He let that hang in the air, but noticed you’d stopped packing. You just sat there now, beneath the cosmic light, trying to even your laboured breath. “Where will you go? To the locals? They won’t have you.”

“I’ll get off this horrible planet.”

“With what ship?”

Silence.

A sniffle.

He just waited. He could feel it building again, the pressure in your mind. Your thoughts whirred by quicker and quicker, getting jumbled and confused, and he could read it in your breathing.

But it didn’t stop growing. He wondered how much oxygen was in your brain by now, far too oversaturated to be working properly, and the energy escaped your lips with a strained cry, muffled by your hands to your mouth.

He knew he needed to say something— you were spiralling. “It’s normal to be scared. Nervous. I’d be worried if you weren’t.”

But his words just bounced off you. A storm was building inside your head and it closed around you, tightening your lungs, dizzying your mind.

So much rode on this mission, and it was crazy. It was literal suicide. You’d be dead this time tomorrow— no, it wouldn’t even take that long. You had nothing but hours left on your clock, and if you didn’t get yourself together, you’d pull down everyone with you.

All that was left was to go. They’d know how to pick up your slack, they’d know how to make it go smoothly. But what if they didn’t? What if your leaving cemented them into their graves?

Your hands paused in the frantic stuffing of the bag. You hadn’t even realised you’d attempted packing again, your body on autopilot, not even feeling like your body. Like you were outside of it, trembling, dizzy.

A warmth on your hand. “Put it down. It’s okay.”

Your trembling gaze struggled to focus on the dimly lit form beside you. “C-clem?”

“We’re going to be just fine. You are going to be just fine.”

Your eyes grew bleary from the tears that dripped uncontrollably, not even needing blinks to fall, and you struggled to keep them fixed on him, your attention being called to the many frantic corners of your mind.

He shuffled where he sat, his comfort on the cold ground coming second to the comfort he needed to offer you. He’d dived down from the hammock to gain your focus, and he’d try to be your calm in the storm.

So, he took your cheeks instead. He made you look at him, his thumbs brushing your under eyes, though it was useless. Your tears fell at a steady rate, your lungs fixed into flight mode, but he kept your attention. Even that was a blessing against your brain.

“Look,” he hushed, “Look at me. Focus on me. Okay? Focus.”

It was so hard to steer your thoughts towards him, but his unmistakable beauty made it easier. The stars above lit his face with a cosmic glow, barely visible to be seen, but they caught his eyes just right. Maker, they’d be beautiful beneath The Eye.

Almost without permission, your breathing started to mellow. It remained uneven, fighting for the occasional gasp, but the ache in your chest alleviated beneath his firm, safe gaze. “That’s it,” he soothed, “I’m here. You’re here, with me.”

He took your wrist from where it’d frozen on the bag and placed your palm to your heart. He pressed it there, a thumb on the back of your palm, tapping in slow dual beats.

He was painting a rhythm for your heart to follow. Only now, with this closeness, this intimacy that you hadn’t even dreamt of for months, you could never reach a resting heartbeat.

His eyes remained determined, but gentle. “See?” he whispered amongst the darkness, “You’re alright.”

“But we won’t be,” your brain spilled out before you even registered.

He gave a slow sigh. He looked into those panicked, glistening eyes, and raised a knuckle to brush away the droplet of pain sat beneath your lashes. And then he spoke softly, but deliberately. “Maybe. I won’t lie to you, this could go terribly,” he couldn’t help his quiet chuckle at the likelihood. “Or we could land a massive blow to the Empire. …But that won’t happen without you there.”

“I just know I’m gonna mess up-“

A burst of fire. “I’ll handle it! I’ll look after you, clean up any ends. But we need you, or we won’t get out alive.” He softened, a hand setting on your shoulder with a firm squeeze that dissolved your thoughts. “Don’t condemn us.”

You watched his face. Those brown eyes told you he was sure. He’d cover you; he had the mind able to adapt on the spot. If you did mess up, he’d be there to help. You’d be fine.

You gave out a shaky breath with a nod. Only now did you realise quite how tired you were.

“Good,” he clasped his hand on your shoulder once more and turned to the haphazardly packed bag, tugging his shirt out. “We survive and you can have this.”

You gasped, cheeks flaring pink in the darkness as you shook your hands in dismissal. “No no, I didn’t even realise-“

He hopped back into his hammock, the swaying of it just visible in the starlight. “Excuses. Sleep now, if you can.”

And with that, he rolled over and squeezed his eyes shut, willing sleep to come to him, but he couldn’t help listening to the rustling of fabric as you unpacked the bag once more, with a gentle “Thank you, Clem,” slipping into the air.

Things were going to be just fine tomorrow.

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Endlessly

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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.

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I feel like I always say this about your fics, but it's the truth - this was exactly what my heart needed right now. thank you for making comforting stories like these that are full with warmth & love. 🌼💛

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