Imagine Cassian surviving to hear about your pregnancy.

For months, you’d been pleading with him to take a backseat in the rebellion. “Is all this really worth our chance at a family?” You’d asked. “At a future?”

Of course, he came back with the typical Cassian spiel. That there wouldn’t be a future if he didn’t do the things he needed to do. But why couldn’t he work on the base, like you? You’d resigned your life of frontline action to desk work that wouldn’t suit him, he’d argued back. But that was no excuse, he could easily be the next General if he wanted.

He’d told you not to ask questions as he climbed onto a ship filled with his misfit crew. He’d told you that he’d come back and lessen his role in the rebellion to one that wouldn’t risk his life every week, just as soon as this last mission was done. After that, he’d be all yours and you could have that family you’d always talked about.

He was wrong.

Scarif was a disaster.

Not one survivor, you’d been told. Not a single one.

If only he’d listened.

You pushed your chair out from under your desk, a hand settled on your tummy. You weren’t showing yet, but you found comfort in rubbing slow circles over the last traces of your love. Your eyes set on the screen before you, but barely saw it. It’d been a week since the calamity, and you’d cried out all your tears already.

“Are you alright?” Asked a colleague, pulling their wheeled chair over to you. “You don’t have to work, you know.”

You shook your head, summoning the energy to cast them a weak smile. “I have to do this.”

With a glance to the hand on your stomach, they gave a solemn nod and wheeled back to their station.

You let yourself drift far away in a daydream. The blinking lights around you couldn’t distract you from the vision of his face in your mind. The light in those eyes as he looked into your face, the delicate caress of his fingers on your cheek. You clung to him in your mind, terrified of letting his face slip out of your memory. You were already worried that you were remembering the corners of his eyes wrong. You needed to burn him into your mind.

Your name was called, a gentle shake to your shoulder. You turned to your leader. “The Senator wishes to see you.”

You knew you should’ve been nervous on your way to the Council meeting room. It occurred to you that perhaps you were being let go from the rebellion, that you were being sent away from Yavin 4 to live a civilian’s life elsewhere. But no. You weren’t about to let them do that.

This was where you belonged. Amongst the last people who knew Cassian, could confirm every day that he’d once existed alongside you. And you’d fight to be sure that his light didn’t go out in vain.

The five minute walk to the council room was all you needed to decide you’d throw yourself into the rebellion. As long as it didn’t risk your child, you’d do it.

The door was open when you turned the corner. You fixed your gaze on the white cloth of the senator, barely paying note to General Draven nearby or the computer operators, or whoever else might’ve been in the room. You fixed your steeled gaze on the woman, jaw tight.

“Senator. You wished to see me?”

You recognised that pitying curve of her eyes and readied yourself to hear the words. That you had to go.

But she turned away with a delicate smile. “I’ll leave you to it, Captain.” And with that, she turned her back, she and the General seeing to some other matters beside a computer.

You set your face into a scowl and turned to see which Captain would have the honours of unleashing your determined wrath. Your chest was full and ready, hands clenched by your sides-

They went limp. Your eyes rounded with instant tears, lips parted in a rich gasp.

Sweet brown eyes welled with tears, and that grin was unmistakable.

Cassian.

His face lifted in a bright grin. “Yes, it’s me. I’m home.

A sound you’d never made before tore from deep inside of you. A rich sob, choked and sputtery as you flung your arms around those shoulders, throwing yourself into his embrace in hysterical tears. A lingering smell of ships and fuel clung to his clothes; he’d barely been home for minutes, but wasted no time in calling for you.

His relieved laugh was thick with suppressed tears as he stumbled back, arms fixed around you in a tight hold. His face tucked into your shoulder, palms splayed over your back as if to press you ever closer to him.

His eyes fell closed with a deep sigh that tickled your neck, comforting you that he was real. He was there. 

Entirely hysterical with sobs, you pushed from his arms with a glare and landed a weak palm over and over on his chest, “You! Absolute! Asshole!” You didn’t even care for the attention you brought from around the room with your cries. “Where the hell have you been!?”

He could barely get a word in before you tugged him into yet another tight hold, and he couldn’t help an adoring laugh, willing his eyes not to water too.

He couldn’t help a soft, relieved laugh, willing his own eyes not to water too. He had to raise his voice to be sure you could hear him over your sniffles. “We had to hop between planets to get home. The fuel was low, the ship was karked. No comms either, and no one would trade for that piece of junk. Believe me, I’m just as surprised to be alive as you are.”

“Don’t you leave me again! I mean it,” you pulled back and held his face, keeping his eyes fixed on yours.

“Okay, I won’t!” A soft laugh rode out on his words, and you knew this would only hold up until the next life-risking mission showed itself. You had to make him understand.

You pushed through your tears, working to steady your voice. “I mean it, Cassian. We can’t do this without you.”

“We?”

You took his hand, raised it to your lips to place a sniffling kiss in his palm. His eyes widened as you placed it on your tummy. “We.”

so beautiful 🌼💛

having you here is enough | cassian andor

pairing. cassian andor x fem!reader

summary: cassian knows you’ll always be there for him.

tags. nightmares, hurt/comfort, fluff

word count. 0.2k

a/n: a short n soft drabble! ty for reading <3

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A muffled cry startles you from your sleep. 

“Cass?” you ask softly. 

You hear him sigh. “It’s nothing, I’m alright. Go back to bed.” 

The way he brushes you off makes you frown. You shift closer to him and wrap your arm around his waist. “It didn’t sound like it was nothing. Come on, you know you can talk to me.” 

“It was just…” Cassian falls silent, then turns in your arms to face you. “It was only another nightmare, that’s all.” 

You gently brush the hair back from his face. “Do you feel like talking about it?” 

He swallows, shakes his head. “No. Not really. Having you here is enough.” 

Your heart skips a beat at his words. “I’ll always be here for you,” you tell him. “You know that, right?” 

“Of course,” he nods. 

It’s Cassian’s turn to wrap his arms around your waist, and he pulls you even closer so that there’s no room left between you. You press your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent that is so uniquely him. 

“Cass?”

He hums in reply. 

“I love you,” you whisper.

You feel him press a kiss to your temple. “I love you, too.”

beautiful & so comforting 🌸💗

pretty words - cassian andor x reader

a/n: i love cassian. there’s nothing more to say. hope you enjoy <3

word count: 1407

warnings: mentions of injury, slight sexual references but nothing explicit

You rarely get moments like this. Where everything is still. Where the pressures of simply living fade away into the night. There you sit in the comfort of your home, just reading a book.

Though it’s only typical for your peace to be interrupted by the sound of banging on your window.

You look up and see Cassian outside, greeting you with a wave. Not surprised that it’s him disturbing you at his hour, you get up, discarding your book on the caf table.

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falling in love with the beautiful picture in my head right now of cassian laying in bed after that shower 🌼 him whispering that he'll stay, his arms around them, holding them close. just lovely in every way possible. 💛🌸💫 xo

Home

Home

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You were surprised when you woke to find Cassian gone, a note on the counter to let you know he had to go off-world for something unexpected. But that he’d be home tonight, tomorrow at the latest.

“This doesn’t sound good,” you say to yourself before the patio door opens behind you and you find that Cassian has left Kay behind.

“You’re awake,” Kay says. “Arseven and I were tending to the garden. The berries along the fence should be ripe soon—”

You cut the droid off “Where is he?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“He doesn’t want you involved.”

“And he left you home, what, to take care of me?”

Arseven comes through the patio door carrying a basket of fresh vegetables, which she hands to Kay before tapping your leg with one of her little arms, whistling and beeping: I take care of you.

Your heart is beating faster now and you pour yourself a glass of water if only to have something to do with your hands.

“Cassian said I wouldn’t be welcome where he’s going,” Kay says in his usual dry tone. “But I’m not particularly welcome on this planet either, am I?”

Like most days, Kay is wearing a scarf. This one is woven cotton, red and black—something you’d picked up at a local market. You’d given Kay his first scarf not long after you’d started dating Cassian. It was a way for him to signal his independence to the galaxy. To let folks know he wasn’t a danger to them.

“Where is he?” you ask again. “Do I need to be worried?”

You realize Cassian’s jacket—the one with the Rebellion starbird on the shoulder—is hanging on the hook by the door. Where it’s supposed to be. But he never hangs it there. It’s always slung over a chair or the back of the couch. You reach into the pockets of the jacket and pull out his com device.

You hold it up for Kay to see. “What the hell is going on?” you ask.

Arseven chirps at Kay, whistles low. Share why.

“You, too, Seven?”

“She only knows what I’m going to tell you,” Kay says. “A childhood friend of his asked for help. He didn’t know this person was even alive and is worried that it may be a trap. But he felt he had to try.”

“And you let him go?”

“I told him it was a bad idea.”

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another truly fantastic piece 🌼✨️💛

the bantha toy, k2sO's scarf, cassian's feather tattoo, his torn henley & imagining him cooking ! the butterflies & kisses by the waffle cart ! 🥰

all so comforting, thank you for writing this wonderful story & all of the others too. 💫

thoughts below the cut ! xo

Masterlist

Collections

Kinktober 2021 (Fem! and GN!Reader)

Cassian Andor 

Fragile Precious Things* (Fem!Reader) 18+

Syrup & Honey* (Fem!Reader) 18+ 

C*cksucker (GN!Reader) 18+ 

Requests:

Not a Dream (Fem!Twilek Reader) 18+

Duty V Desire (drug use) (GN!Reader)

The Mating Dance of the Socially Anxious Pt 1-3 Pt 4 (Fem!Reader, Bodhi’s sister)

Safe (GN!Reader)

Jyn Erso

Hard to Like* (intended as Fem!Reader, can be read as any gender) 18+ 

Requests: 

Tonight, We Live (Fem!Reader)

Priorities (Fem!Reader) (snakes)

A Sanctuary, Safe and Strong (GN!Reader)

Cassian Andor X Jyn Erso X Reader

Closer to Blue* (GN!Reader, suicidal thoughts, self-harm)

Requests:

Dancing On My Own (Fem!Reader) 18+

Cassian Andor X Jyn Erso X Bodhi Rook X OFC

The Bridge Between the Stars* (multi-chapter WIP)

Dog Tags

Cassian Andor x F!Reader

Today was one of the rare days that Cassian made it back to your shared quarters before the wee hours of the morning. Usually he slips under the covers while you are fast asleep, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you into his chest before falling asleep himself. However, things have been peaceful as of late, and it has allowed you precious alone time with your rebel Captain boyfriend. 

You are currently lying on the bed watching a holovideo when you hear the bathroom door open, revealing a shirtless Cassian Andor to you. You lay your holopad down on your chest in favor of watching him. He’s scrubbing quickly at his hair with a towel, no doubt trying to dry the dark chocolate colored strands. His quick and hurried movements, however, cause another thing to catch your eye. The two silver tags dangling from a chain around his neck tinkle quietly as he moves, before resting quietly against his chest as he throws the towel over a nearby chair.

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Liminality

Cassian Andor x Reader

(Gif by @saltybatman)

Liminality (ˌlɪməˈnælɪti) - a state of transition between one stage and the next, especially between major stages in one’s life.

Cassian doesn’t remember much of his parents. Yet, in this defining moment, his last moments, a faint memory manages to resurface in his mind. It’s barely there, no image to go with it, and barely even a recognizable voice. But he remembers it nonetheless. A disconnected voice he barely registers as his mother’s reading to him from some old world book. The words replay in his head as you help him along the beach of Scarif, a large ball of white and yellow light growing in the distance over the water, making his hair tickle his brow as it’s rustled by the breeze it creates.

Wind tugging at my sleeve

Cassian comes to a halt as you stop walking, apparently deciding that this is as far as you both would ever go. He’s silently thankful, his fatigue heavy limbs too tired and numb to go any further. There’s a low rumble in the distance, reminding him of the ships taking off from the landing strip back on the base at Yavin 4. But the other sound that invades his senses is your breathing, just as labored as his own as you stare out across the water.

Cassian looks at you then. Watching as you adjust his arm over your shoulder, struggling to keep you both standing, yet you manage to do it anyway. Your eyes reflect the satirical beauty of the oranges and yellows on the horizon. He always thought you were beautiful. Even now as you are battered and bruised from your mission.

Feet sinking into the sand

Cassian can no longer stand. His knees give out beneath him and you follow him to the ground, legs digging into the warm sand as your eyes meet his in silent conversation. He can see the tired yet triumphant look in your eye. Despite your demise steadily growing on the horizon, heating up the atmosphere around you both, you look…happy, relieved even, as you look back out across the water.

I stand at the edge where earth touches ocean

Your voice finally breaks the deafening silence, and it’s soft, like the comfort Cassian always seems to find when he’s near you.

“It’s beautiful in some twisted way, isn't’ it?”

Cassian replies, his eyes never leaving your face, “Yeah,” he breathes, “It is.”

Finally you turn to face him, scooting so that your legs brush together and your hands come up to lace your fingers behind his neck as you rest your forehead against his own. The tears you had been holding back finally slipping down your soot covered cheeks.

Cassian straightens, bringing his hands to rest on the sides of your face, his thumbs wiping away the tears in vain, “I’m sorry I couldn’t save us,” he mumbles, his own voice breaking with emotion, as he finally seems to realize his failure to protect you.

But you just shake your head and smile. The smile that tells Cassian that everything is alright. It’s okay.

“You saved them, Cassian,” you whispered, your fingers tangling in his hair, “We gave them hope.”

His lips are on yours the second the word slips out.

A gentle coming together

It’s not quick. It’s not hurried. It’s slow, just like how the ocean meets the earth. He pulls you closer, as his mind runs rampant with so many emotions. The pain of his physical injuries and the emotional ones. The fear of losing out on the future he had planned to have with you. The future that could no longer be, as the roaring grows louder and the sky glows brighter. But this fear is replaced by hope.

A hope that the galaxy will have a bright future because of what you both did. Hope for a galaxy free from the empire. Then Cassian feels acceptance as you pull away and look into his eyes one last time. You give him one more smile, your thumb swiping away the tears he hadn’t even realized had fallen before pulling him into you, your face nuzzling against his neck.

At other times and places, a violent crash.

The roaring is deafening now like a starfighter is flying right by his head. He presses his face into your shoulder, taking a deep breath and relishing in your familiar scent one more time. The tumultuous roar, the blinding light, and the overwhelming heat all seem to melt away and you and Cassian become one with the stars.

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Everything, Always

Everything, Always

★★★★★★★★

You can’t remember the last time the pain was this bad—full-body exhausted, every joint in your body buzzing with discomfort. You got dressed today, went to your favorite caf bar, did a little bit of work only to receive a series of obnoxious messages from your new boss before turning off your datapad and going home—where you immediately got into bed. Arseven, your support droid, has done her best, bringing you heat wraps and bacta spray and meds. But you can sense her distress at her inability to fix everything for you. Because it’s not just that your whole body is sore, but you are bone-tired, aching not just from your chronic condition but from the emotional distress that finally peaked today.

When Cassian comes home—earlier than expected—you hear him in the kitchen telling Kay to give him some time with you. “My com has been too quiet today. You know I usually get a few little texts at least—I think something’s really wrong.”

Kay starts with “Organics—” but Cassian cuts him off.

“Not now, Kay. Seven pinged me and I need you to, I don’t know, maybe go for a walk.”

“A walk?” Kay scoffs. Cassian must be giving him a look because immediately Kay corrects himself. “Right. Okay. But I’m taking Seven.”

“Good idea. She said she had an errand to run.”

You hear Cassian’s shoulder bag fall heavy to the kitchen floor, his boots being tossed into the front hallway, his jacket hitting and then sliding off the back of the couch. And finally he’s climbing into bed behind you, pulling you close, your back pressed to his warm chest, his hair tickling your skin as he kisses your neck. 

“My heart,” he says. “Talk to me. What do you need?”

When you break down in tears he squeezes you tight, and whispers in your ear. “Whatever it is, I want to make it right.”

You turn to face him, and he brushes your tears away with his thumbs. “It’s a lot,” you say. 

“If it’s anything I did, I need you to tell me.”

“It’s not you,” you say. “It’s…I’m just completely overwhelmed.”

“Are you in pain?”

“Yes,” is all you can manage to get out.

“And Seven told me there was something with work today.”

You give him the short version of what your boss said to you today. Cassian knows that in recent months things had turned sour at your part-time job. And when he hears the whole story from this week, he doesn’t even bother to conceal his frustration.

“You know what I think of that man,” he says. “And I am not going to tell you what to do. But we have more than enough money for you to never work another day in your life if that is a choice you want to make.”

You nod, swallowing, trying to take a deep breath. Cassian caresses your cheek, his hand soft against your skin. And in his beautiful eyes, a knowing—he sees you so wholly and honestly and in this moment you have never been more grateful for him.

“Just hold me,” you ask. “Please.”

And he does. He kisses your forehead, cradles your face against his shoulder, rubs your back, his hands knowing exactly where and how to touch as you weep softly. And you let the closeness of his body and the warm scent of him calm you, his kind voice whispering to you that everything will be all right.

“My heart, you are enough,” he says. “Just you, being here. That’s enough. Please tell me you know that.”

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thank you so much for writing this, & for all of your comfort stories 💐💛

sometimes it can be hard to ask for help, or recognize when you need it during a difficult time. & seeing our comfort characters go through similar daily experiences, & struggles, most definitely makes it a little easier.

my favorite part was cassian showing his partner the tattoo he got in honor of them 💗 a beautiful reminder of his anchor, the person he loves that grounds him. & it feels hopeful & calming knowing that at the end of the day, they have each other, no matter what they might be going through. 🌸

Hello, friends! I’m working on a Cassian fic that is less angst and more fluff for y’all. I think I’ll have it done within the next few days, but I thought I’d post a little teaser here since I know we’re all excited for Andor. We are *so close* to having Cassian back, y’all! 

In this scene, Cassian and Reader have been working on redoing a room in their house and are taking a break after Cassian has been painting furniture out in the yard on a day too hot to be doing anything outside. (It’s been way to hot in my corner of the universe this summer and it has leaked into my fic.) (So did my love for pickles. I’m not sorry.)

You check the chrono on the wall—an antique given to you as a wedding gift—and note that it will be a few hours still before Kay and Arseven return.

“How are you feeling?” you ask.

“Much better, my heart,” he says. “Thank you for all of this.”

“I’ve hardly done anything,” you say. “I made you a sandwich and brought you clean clothes.”

Cassian wraps an arm around you, taking you into his embrace. He never did put that shirt on, and you can’t help but enjoy this moment of intimacy on a day that should have been too busy for it. But the heat had slowed both of you to a halt.

He kisses the top of your head as you trace the invisible lines between the stars tattooed on the right side of his chest—a constellation that had shone in the sky above his home on Fest, one his mother had been fond of. He’d spent a year researching, cross-referencing galactic maps from before the Clone Wars. Memories of his mother were faint and few, but this had stuck with him. And you’d been there when he’d finally had it inked into his skin.

“I like to think she would have loved you,” he says. “I wish I could remember her more. But she was kind. And brave.”

It’s rare to hear Cassian talk about his childhood, and this almost brings tears to your eyes.

“I know you lost her too soon, but she must have been a very special woman to have given the galaxy a man like you.”

Cassian catches your hand in his, kisses first your knuckles and then your wrist. You look into his eyes, at every secret he holds there, and when he presses his lips to yours all you can see when you close your is a sky full of stars.

so excited for this 💜

also ?! cassian with tattoos ! 🙏😭💖

Enemies to Lovers Week Day 2 - Cassian Andor

Prompt: ’‘What do you want?!“ ’'You.’' 

Enemies to Lovers Week Masterlist 

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Female Reader

Warnings: 18 + Only for language, explicit sexual content, angry sex, torture, feelings, and some mild angst, canon-typical violence, google translate.

“I don’t believe she would be a good fit for intelligence.”

“Why’s that Captain Andor?”

“Well, first, she would need to have some.” You feel your blood boil at his reply and come around the corner, arms crossed over your chest.

“That’s rich coming from you, laser brain!”

Cassian Andor stands there smug as can be, hips pressed against the side of the craft, gun slung low on his thigh. “Resulting in name-calling? Like a petulant child.”

You step forward, your hand balled in a fist when the General steps between you. “Stand down, both of you! This has been going on for years; for the sake of the resistance, you both need to knock it off for Kriff sake.”

You both glare at one another, silent. The General sighs and tosses his hand in the air, “until you can work out whatever hell is going on here, you’re both grounded.” He turns to Cassian, “You have a mission in a week that is vital to the resistance, so I suggest you fix this soon.”

He walks away, and you scoff, mumbling, “like that’ll ever happen.”

“Would you like to know the likelihood of the two of you settling your hatred for one another?”

“Shut up,” you both snap at the droid, who lowers his arms annoyed.

“It’s low, incredibly low.”

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enemies to lovers with cassian is always so enjoyable to read, he seems so gruff on the outside but deep down there is so much more to him, this was so great, also loved k2so ! wonderful as always 🌼💛

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Our Peace

Our Peace

★★★★★★★★

The incident happened on the other side of the continent, but it was enough to rattle anyone on Ralltiir—an explosion, likely a terrorist group still holding a candle for the Empire. You’d seen them on the holonews before—usually in the outer rim wearing scavanged Storm Trooper armor, pretending the Empire was still the ruling order. And it’s scary knowing that these people are on Ralltiir, but for you—your heart aches for your planet but you know there’s nothing immediate you can do about it, especially home by yourself on a weekend. Ralltiir is a big planet and your plan is to go about you daily routine as if it’s a normal day—which is what you’re doing when you get a frenzied call from Cassian.

“My heart,” he says. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you ask. “What happened…it’s pretty far from here.”

“Where are you?” Cassian’s voice is strained, like he’s having difficulty breathing.

He and Kay have been off-planet for the last three days for work—a conference on Hosnian Prime, the details of which have escaped you. But you know it’s an important one, and you didn’t want to bother him while he was away, so you hadn’t checked in when the news broke, even though normally you might have.

“I’m at the caf bar,’” you say. “I was planning to get groceries in a little bit. Are you okay?”

You use your datapad to search the holonet for new information. Maybe there’s been another attack? Something more local to you that has Cassian flustered? But there’s only news of the earlier incident, halfway around the world from you.

“Are you okay?” you ask again.

“Yes,” he says. Then pauses. “I don’t know. I’m coming home.”

“I’m fine, Cass,” you say. “I don’t want you to be in trouble at work.”

“I…I’m not fine. I’m coming home.”

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the best way for me to describe this story is the loving comfort of being someone's safe haven. the calm, the ease at the end of the day just knowing a person simply had been there. 🌼 I put the rest of my thoughts down below, apologies for a long comment. xo 💫 💛

I’ve been existentially exhausted lately so I apologize for not interacting in the last few weeks. But I’m so close with this Cassian piece, so I wanted to share a little excerpt with y’all. 

In this scene, reader and Cassian have just returned from town to his place after a post-war terrorist attack that in their city on Ralltiir.

Cassian shrugged out of his well-worn jacket, and put his arm around you, a touch that’s become familiar in the short time you’ve known each other—the kind of familiar that touches at truth, something that has always existed between the two of you, if you had only known to look for it.

And suddenly, you felt yourself starting to tremble. It was only now that you were safe with your person that you were allowing the shock of the last hour’s events to hit your body.

“Hey,” Cassian says, taking your face in his hand. “Hey, now. Look at me. Everything is going to be okay.”

“I just never thought—”

“I know. And you shouldn’t have to. But it happened. And you’re safe, and I’m going to keep you safe, all right?”

You nodded, and he kissed you, wiping a few tears away with his the pads of his thumbs. You let your hands wander over his well-defined chest and around his shoulders, pulling him closer, impossibly closer, wanting nothing but the tiniest of atoms between the two of you and soon you’ve made your way to the bedroom, to the intimacy you hadn’t known to crave before you met Cassian.

adversary

part one ✨ a cassian andor x fem!reader fic

rating; no smut this time, just pure hatred for one another

word count; 2.5k

Hi! The next installment out this weekend will be the nsfw part - hope you enjoy some smoldering enemies to lovers to start!

taglist; @rae-gar-targaryen @duamuteffe @kindablackenedsuperhero @cryptkeepersoul @zombieaurora @theindiealto @ali-cide @artemiseamoon

Mon Mothma’s eyes were kind but her smile was tight, only broadening slightly when you inhaled deeply, searching the ceiling above you for a kriffing grip. The Chancellor barely concealed her amusement.

“Chancellor,” you began weakly, her crisp robes of ivory somehow immaculate in spite of the heat. Did she not sweat? Not within the cool confines of a climate-controlled base, surly not. Not even advanced technology designed to maintain utmost comfort could save you now; you were perspiring and the suns had little to do with it. No, these were nerves, and maybe she had a bet placed to see if the down-for-anything ex-Imperial snowtrooper would finally balk. “I know you value efficiency.”

She cocked her head to one side, expression even. “And that is precisely why I’ve chosen both you and Captain Andor for this mission.”

The chuckle bubbling from your throat came out like something more akin to a dying croak. “Right. Ah, to be quite frank, the Captain and I have…struggled in the past while working together.”

This was almost a downright lie, given how deeply you were undermining reality, and Mon Mothma’s countenance was the bitter proof that she was well aware. Your mind drifted unwillingly to a particularly terrible incident from less than a week ago.

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cassian with that tough exterior ugh oh my god 🙏💙 I have a feeling the next part will be just as good as I'm imagining it to be, if not better ! can't wait. a joy to read as always.

if possible, can you please tag me in everything? 💞

the tension is just everything, up until the very end when you know eventually the tightly wound coil is just going to snap. loved this, & love Cassian ugh ! yes. 💙

Mine is Clouds

A Cassian Andor x Reader Love Story

Word Count: 11k sorry :)

Tags: Yearning, so much typical Kenzie Yearning, Pining, Stubborn Idiots to Lovers, Soft Smut, Petty Jealousy cus Being Human Just Be Like That

A/N: Okay, here is my very long and very yearning-y Cassian one shot. Please enjoy :,) I’m sorry that this is less of ‘Kenzie is feeding us!’ and way more me just making ya’ll dumpster dive for trash, but here we are. Oh also of COURSE I barely edited but are you surprised? Thank you @gooddaykate​ for being my most supportive cheerleader and being amaing and honest and lovely, and @beskars​ for the emotional support I do not deserve <3

The Main Base of the Rebellion was unusually quiet - no dust clouds swirling around your ankles kicked up from foot traffic, no bustle of pilots headed towards the hangars. And yet the atmosphere hummed around you like an underlying energy, alive and omnipresent despite the silence. 

As your tunic clung to your chest, damp with sweat, you stood in the hangar of the base, hand draped over your brows to block the sunlight pouring in. You felt eager to leave, to find some relief in the climate-controlled ship from the early morning heat, already gaining strength in the early hours, but dread sank in your belly. Despite everything you’d seen since joining the Rebellion, you still felt anxious to meet your captain. 

You’d been called from your duties with the Rebellion with intelligence strategy, being offered to assist Captain Andor on espionage missions. It was an immense honor, considering his reputation. Cassian Andor was a respected Captain, a man married to the Rebellion, and rumored to be incredibly handsome, which aided him successfully in his work. Proving yourself to be adaptable and capable of taking orders was your aim. 

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Loved this so much! The slow build of tension between Cassian & his partner was everything! ✨

This line had to be my favorite, it stuck with me until the end 💖