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Private Lessons

Dick Grayson x Reader

summary: Dick Grayson is your yoga trainer, and things get heated during a session ;)

warnings: smut | 18+

author's note: this is more of a quick drabble of something I thought about while i was doing pilates. I changed it to yoga bc i thought it'd be sexier?? idk sorry to any yoga fans out there if i messed anything up. i only proofread this once so i hope it's still good. anyway enjoy :))

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It started off as a casual interest. Something to help you relax and de-stress after your long grueling sedentary hours at work. Sure, you worked out every now and then, got your ten thousand steps in, ate moderately healthy…blah blah blah. Yet all of that didn't stop the way your back would pop seemingly every time you turned, or how your knees would make a hideously loud cracking sound whenever you would bend down. Things were different now that you were a grown up with a grown up job, and apparently your joints didn't seem to care about your twelve years in gymnastics. You simply wanted to feel better or at the very least not sound like microwavable popcorn every time you moved.

It's not like you hadn't tried it on your own. For two weeks after work, you would try to pull up videos at home. Still, even with the supposed beginner ones you'd always find yourself face planting on the yoga mat with your limbs twisted together like some sort of human pretzel. So, you figured, paying for a trained professional to help you achieve your goals wasn't the worst idea. You just hadn't expected for him to be— for lack of better words— so fucking annoying.

You had only done about nine private sessions, but you could already see a difference. Your legs stretched further than they had in these past years. You began to feel the knots in your muscles untangle with every pose. The lessons were effective, no one could deny that— but god damn, if it wasn't for the fact that he pushed you until you walked out of the studio practically limping, with a soreness you were sure would extend into the next few days— and not the good kind of soreness.

No, this was the sort of pain that arose from your trainers constant taunts. Whenever you felt like throwing in the towel, his smooth mouth always had something to say. Your legs would begin shaking, and his strong warm hands would find their way to your waist, securing your balance. It always felt like he was a little too close, especially when he would lean in closer with his hands still snaked around you and whisper, 'is that all you got?' His breath was warm and his lips consistently grazed the skin of your ear, whether by accident or not, you never could tell.

But that's the way things went every session, always teetering the line between professionalism and something else. It's not like you didn't think about it, you weren't a robot. He was by all means, so. Fucking. Hot. The very definition of tall dark and handsome. Six foot two, jet black hair, piercing blue eyes. Not to mention the way his sculpted body looked in that gray tank top he often wore, he was all muscle and smiles and charm. Something you were sure he probably used on all of his clients. And you weren't about to be swindled by some charming ass.

Currently, You were face down on the mat with your hands holding your ankles to your ass. The exact name for it was a dying pigeon pose, which was adequately named, because that is exactly how you felt right now. The urge of letting go of your ankles and relaxing your stomach into the mat was overwhelming. And it was something that you would have done in a heart beat, if only it weren't for him kneeling next to you and goading, "You're doing it wrong."

To which you responded with a heavy sigh, "Well this is how you taught me." Your hands were beginning to slip, and you could feel the core of your stomach burning.

"Nope." he said getting up with 'whup'. You tried to turn around but your mobility was limited. Until you felt a warm hand on your thigh, "They're supposed to be closer together." He pushed your legs further together and trailed his finger tips down to your feet. "And these are supposed to be pointed." He said as he arched your toes.

"There. That's better. You're doing so good." He cooed. His hands were still on your feet as he began moving his thumb in a slow circle.

Your hips jerked,and your breathed hitched, almost causing you to let go of your ankles, "Stop. " You warned, "That tickles, and if you keep doing that I'm gonna kick you."

He hummed,"I've got fast reflexes." His fingers swirled around the bottom of your feet again.

"Dick!" You gasped, collapsing into the mat. As promised, he caught your legs with ease and placed them on his lap. "Why the hell did you do that? Do you purposefully sabotage all your clients?" You protested, still trying to catch your breath.

"Well not all of my clients are you." He moved your legs down and got up again. "Okay, let's try something easier, get into a bridge pose for me."

You complied, turning over on your back and lifting your butt off the mat with your legs. He walked over to your mid section, "Is it okay if I touch your butt really quick? I have to adjust you."

Your breathing stopped all together, as your head began to spin. You tried to remind yourself that this was just a professional doing his job, there was absolutely no need to be as flustered as you felt. As much as you told yourself that, it didn't stop the way your stomach churned. "G-go for it." You spluttered, attempting and failing to sound casual about it.

You heard Dick chuckle and then his hand was hesitantly placed on your cheek. You could feel his warmth through the thin fabric of you leggings. He began guiding you up with his hands. You heard a muffled 'fuck' and as quick as his hands were on you they were off. "You're doing so good for me. I just need to get in between your legs really quick. You know to adjust you."

"Ye-yeah." You breathed.

Dick kneeled in front of your bent legs. And though you couldn't see him from the position you were in, you could feel the fabric of his sweatpants against your crotch. Your hips spasmed, and he placed his hands on your hip bones, "Whoa." He groaned and you felt his hips push deeper into your crotch. His clothed bulge grinded ever so subtly against your groin.

Your breathing was staggered— was this actually happening? You jutted your hips again, just to see. Dick groaned softly and began writhing against you. You moaned loudly when his bulge pressed against your clothed clit.

"Fuck. I can feel your wetness through my sweatpants." He sighed jerking his hips faster into you while gripping onto your hips. You attempted to relax your back into the yoga mat, but his grip tightened. "Uh uh sweetheart, this is still a yoga class. Hold the position."

"Please Dick, I don't know how much longer I can hold it for." You whined.

"Just keep being a good girl for me. Okay?" He moved his hands towards the waistline of your leggings, "Let's get you more comfortable." He guided, pulling your legging and panties down in one go towards your ankles. You cried at the sudden exposure. You felt so vulnerable in this position, your pussy was basically right in front of Dick's face, and though you couldn't see his face, you could feel his eyes boring into you.

"Fuck" You felt the warmth of one of his fingers move around your folds, exploring your labia and pushing on your clit. You whined every time he pressed into it while another finger circled around your hole. "You're so hot." He groaned, and pushed the digit inside you slowly. You wailed and jolted your hips. Without notice, you felt a warm wet sensation on your pussy. All at once, Dick was swirling his tongue around your clitoris, sucking and nibbling at it. Each movement earning a cry from you.

"How do you taste so fucking good after working out?" He moaned into you, the vibration sending shocks up your spine. His tongue trailed down from your clit to your hole and he pushed the warm moist muscle into your hole. He began moving it in and out, while humming inside you.

Your legs began shaking, "I-I don't… I don't know how long I can hold this for." you cried. Dick pulled his mouth away and you whined from the sudden cold sensation.

"That's okay. Relax baby." He soothed, allowing your back to connect with the mat. He crawled on top of you and crashed his lips onto yours. You opened your mouth, and his tongue quickly began exploring you. He was minty but you could still taste a hint of yourself. He pulled away with a connecting spit string and began peppering kisses and nibbles on your neck, moving down towards your navel and thighs. He ripped off the leggings that were pooled around your ankles earing a yelp from you. "Get into a cow pose for me princess." He guided you to turn around.

You complied and got on all fours, arching your back with your naked ass in the air. "Good girl." You craned your neck to see him. His bangs were slicked with sweat and stuck on to his forehead, his cheeks were a faint red color and his blue eyes looked dark and hungry. He gave your ass a firm smack, and then brought his hands down to pull his dick out of his sweatpants. "You're so wet for me baby. Have you been doing all of our classes this wet?" All you could do was moan in response. Your throat felt dry, as if someone had sucked all the air from your lungs out.

His finger slid in your hole once more and you moaned, he began pumping it rapidly, while adding a second finger. He scissored both fingers around you hole, relishing in the medley of sounds you were releasing.

He pulled his fingers out and circled his tip around you, inserting it in little by little. "Fuck Y/N, you're so tight." He groaned pushing further into you. His hands snaked around your neck, gripping on it tightly but not compressing. He turned you around forward. "Head straight baby, remember we're still in class."

You felt Dick's cock burrow further inside of you, bottoming out. He remained there a few seconds for you both to adjust, both your breathing was load and heaving. Months of sexual tension fully erupting in every fiber of your bodies, it felt like an electric shock every time his cock pulsed inside you.

You squirmed under him, and he got the hint, pulling out slowly and pushing back in slightly faster every time. Until he established a rhythm, rocking his hips into you, allowing his balls to slap loudly against your pussy.

"Fu…Fuck Dick." You groaned when his pace quickened, and the grip he had on your neck tightened. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" You cried and repeated like a mantra while he slammed into you, hard, rough, and carnal.

"God, baby, I-I'm close." He groaned, his pace was desperate now.

You tightened around him feeling your own undoing approaching. "Dick!" Was the only thing you managed to scream when he hit your cervix, clamping down on him and soaking his cock with your discharge.

"God, you're such a good girl." He grunted, thrusting in a frenzied manner, like a mad man. "I'm gonna cum baby." He grunted your name, pulling out of you, splashing his warm cum all over your back and pink sports bra.

You collapsed on the floor, no longer able to hold the position, you turned over to rest your back, and Dick soon joined you. His hands lifted your head and placed it on his shoulder.

"So." You sighed, after a few minutes of silence. "Is this what you do with all your clients? Is that why your ratings are so high?" You laughed, attempting to conceal your discernment.

Dick began laughing, an actual loud deep rumbling laughter, "Are you jealous baby?" He rubbed circles around your stomach.

"N-no." You stuttered, "I just thought I should know, seeing as how we forgot to use a condom." Your turned your face, attempting to hide just how flushed you were. The man had seen you naked, he had been inside you, but somehow this conversation was the most embarrassed you'd felt.

"Well in that case, no." He stopped rubbing your stomach and sat up. Grabbing your hands, pulling you up to sit across from him. "You're the first client I've ever done that with. Hell, to be completely honest, I've never felt that impulsive around anyone before." His hands went up to the back of his neck, and you could tell you weren't the only one embarrassed by this conversation.

You lightly punched his shoulders and laid your head against his shoulder, "Whatever." You giggled.

"I'm serious Y/N." He whispered. You both remained like that covered in a blanket of awkward anticipation, until Dick spoke up, changing the subject. "Well, all that stretching made me so hungry. You wanna go grab a bite?" He stood up and held out his hand to you.

"Yeah." You took his hand and hoisted yourself up, "I'd like that."

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bisouxobeso · 1 month ago

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Lab Rats

Dick Grayson x Reader / Nightwing x Reader

summary: You and Nightwing get trapped by Scarecrow who uses both of you to test his latest toxin. It's up to you to help him ;) DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT !!

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Gotham was dangerous. The nights more so. The city was corrupt, its evidence ever so present in the lack of illuminated street lamps and various empty buildings from different money laundering schemes. It also seemed like the city was cursed with an unwavering fog that appeared every night like clockwork. But hey, the rent was cheap and it seemed to be the perfect place for your career.

You were a reporter for the Gotham Gazette, so it was only natural that you had your fair share of scary experiences while walking through seedy areas. You never could get used to it though, and even all your past exposure couldn't stop your hands from shaking slightly as you walked into an abandoned building near the sewers, where you had heard from various sources about Scarecrow's newest venture. What it was, you weren't sure. So like any good reporter, you figured it was your due diligence to find out.

The building looked as if it had been abandoned for years, it was large and dusty with stairwells at each end, leading into various rooms at least four stories high. Finding Scarecrow's hideout by yourself felt like looking for a needle in a haystack, especially with the only light source available being your flashlight. You took a deep breath in an attempt to still your beating heart, wiped your sweaty palms against your pencil skirt and began walking through the long corridors, careful not to make any noise in the off chance that your sources were correct.

While you continued your search through out the second story, you found a desk littered with papers, less dusty than the others had been. You began rummaging towards the documents, finding scattered, frantically drawn sketches of different vials, all titled: Stimulus Toxin Prototype.

Your eyes lit up with the realization that this must be Scarecrow's new secret project. You folded up the papers, stuffed them in your messenger bag and continued the search. Maybe you'd get lucky and find one of these vials then you could have it tested at the lab. You knelt on the floor opening drawers, and sorting through their contents— paperclips, files, stapler… You were so entrapped in your thoughts when you felt a cold plastic feeling cover your mouth, the smell of leather suddenly engulfed your senses. A gloved hand stiffed your scream. You flailed your arms in a desperate attempt to free yourself until the owner of the leather glove turned you around, your flashlight hitting his face.

Your stopped your struggle and relief flooded your face when you saw the familiar black eye mask and blue bird emblem on his chest. Nightwing. A crucial member of the bat-family, whom you had partially gotten to know through the various interviews you attempted to conduct on him and the rest of Gotham's crime fighters. Like his team however, he wasn't exactly fond of journalists either. Every attempt you would make at an interview with any of them would always be met with a 'no comment' as they would zip away into the night.

Occasionally, you would get captured by some crook or villan— as was a risk you were all too familiar with, and when one of the members rescued you, they would leave as fast as they could without so much as a 'are you alright?' You were aware of how they saw you. You weren't just some rookie reporter. Your stories were frequently plastered on the front page. You ran a gossip column about Gotham's seedy underbelly, and the vigilantes who lurked in the shadows fighting crime. They saw you, as you were— a persistent annoying liability, only interested in the latest scoop. Needless to say, they avoided as much as they could.

But not Nightwing. He was different from the rest. Yes, he seemed to carry a disdain for journalists, that much was evident in his conversations. You had only bumped into him a handful of times, always expecting for him to hang glide or zip line or whatever it was away from you before you even had the chance to ask him for a statement. Yet every time you two crossed paths, he surprised you not only by staying but by answering your questions with sarcastic quips. You would ask him questions about some villan or other and he would always respond by telling you to mind your own business. To which you would respond that this was your business, and a teasing back and forth would ensue. You never really got much from him otherwise, nothing worthwhile to write about, except for maybe the fact that he seemed to get off on starting arguments with the press.

"Of course I find you here." Nightwing whispered, when you had calmed down enough for him to remove his hand. "What is it with you reporters and always putting your life at risk?"

"I'm following a lead, and the fact that you're here means my sources were correct." You stated, holding up your camera and snapping a quick picture of Nightwing shielding his face from the flash.

He scoffed, "That doesn't mean anything. I'm just patrolling."

You rolled your eyes and began rifling through the drawers again, "Okay perfect, so you can keep doing that and I'll keep doing this."

"You need to go home." Nightwing grabbed your arm, hard enough for you to get up from where you were kneeling but light enough for it not to hurt. "It's too dangerous for civilians."

"So you admit it!" You whispered louder. "There is something dangerous going on."

Nightwing scoffed again, "No. Ms. (Y/L/N) , your sources were wrong. Now go home and write about something else for a change. Better yet, try watching some TV or maybe even a doing a puzzle."

You laughed at the thought of lounging around while there was a possible city-wide threat. "A puzzle? Really? You underestimate me that much?" You reached into your bag and pulled out the folded papers, handing them and your flashlight to Nightwing, "What's this then?"

He began reading through them, the light illuminating his face. By the way his mask was slightly higher, you guessed his eyebrows were raised in shock or awe. "Where'd you get this?" He asked, shining the light in your face.

You shrugged, "They were right on top of this desk. I found them before you so rudely interrupted me." You attempted to snatch the papers back, but Nightwing moved his gloved hand back. You grumbled, "Any information you'd like to share, since I'm cooperating so nicely."

"I've heard about it, but I thought it was just a rumor. This is Scarecrow's newest toxin. It's supposed to release the deepest darkest desires of the person affected by it. If you're subjected to it, you won't be able to stop yourself from— well yourself." He set the papers down on the desk and began scanning them with a little gadget he pulled from God knows where. "It's so new there's no antidote for it yet. So you really need to go home. Now."

"Oh no way." You snatched the documents from the desk and quickly stuffed them in your bag again. "This story just got good. I need to know when and where this will be used. The people of Gotham deserve to know." You took your flashlight from his hands and began to walk off into the next room.

Nightwing chased after you, placing his hand on your arm. "The people of Gotham deserve for this toxin to be destroyed and I can't do that if you're here standing in th-" Your stomach dropped as you felt his strong palms on your back pushing you forward in one swift motion. A thick glass door fell from the doorway. You fell to the floor and were caught by the stairwell as Nightwing was left trapped inside the room. "Get up! Go! Run! Don't worry about me!" He yelled.

Nightwing began hitting the glass with his batons but he seemed to not even make a dent. You rushed up but as you were about to bolt, the stairwell rails morphed into a makeshift cage, trapping you. You screamed as you tried to break the wooden bars.

"Uh uh uh." A deep distorted voice emitted from the shadows of the dark hallway, "Not so fast, my pretty little lab rats." The hallway and room where Nightwing was were illuminated with a soft orange light. A tall lanky creature-like-man with a horrifying mask stepped forward in between your cage and Nightwing's entrapment.

"Let her go Scarecrow." Nightwing warned sternly, hitting the glass harder.

"And waste this precious opportunity?" He laughed darkly, running a cold rough bony hand through your cheek. You turned you head away in disgust.

"I swear to God Scarecrow, you better not lay a finger on her!" Nightwing yelled, kicking the glass.

"Don't worry I won't be the one that hurts her." He said stepping back, allowing Nightwing to lock his eyes with yours. His mask hid his eyes but it didn't take a genius to figure out the concern on his face.

"I'm gonna get us out of this okay?" Nightwing spoke to you in a soft reassuring tone. You figured something must be really wrong for Nightwing to speak to you- the pesky reporter- in such a careful tone. "My feed is jammed, but as soon as I'm able to, I'll call for backup. Just remain calm, okay?"

All you could do was nod. You had your fair share of being abducted and trapped, that was just something that came with being a journalist in Gotham. But you had never been trapped alongside the person who had to rescue you, much less by one of the scariest villains in town. The knot in your stomach grew tighter, if there was no backup coming and Nightwing was trapped, you were in actual danger this time. You looked up at scarecrow, who was shuffling with some machinery in the corner. His mask turned towards you and you could see the ghoulish smile forming in his stitching.

"You two really are made for each other. Mr. and Mrs. Gullible." He began pacing in between the two of you. "I hope you found your sources to be correct Ms. (Y/L/N), but you really need to check who they're from before you go off following a clue like a kitten with a yarn ball. It can land you in some uncomfortable positions as you can see." He turned towards Nightwing, "and as for you, Bird Boy, your incessant need to follow this one around on your free time… well that's just sick. Look where it got you! What will Batman think?"

Your eyes widened, when you realized Nightwing wasn't just not on patrol tonight; he was following you around— but for what? A swirl of questions danced around your mind, but before your mouth could form one, it was Nightwing who spoke, snapping you out of your thoughts, "So you brought both of us here? But for what?" He demanded, ignoring all of Scarecrow's previous statements.

"To be my lab rats of course! I realize I could've just picked anyone off the street, but who better to test it against than a Bat-family brat and his stalking victim? I mean if you allow yourself to stalk behind her without her knowledge, I can't even imagine what deliciously dark things you're not allowing yourself to do!"

Nightwing stopped his assault on the door, he softly said your name, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turned to look at him. His brows were furrowed, and his mouth down turned. "I was just trying to protect you I promise. You're always going to dangerous places and I had to make sure you were safe." He pressed his forehead on the glass. He looked defeated, "I am so sorry. You weren't supposed to find out. Not like this."

You stepped closer to the cage and stretched your hand out, you couldn't reach him, but you wanted to offer him the small comfort of assuring him you weren't mad. "Why?" you whispered, barley audible. You weren't angry in the slightest, in fact maybe even grateful. Grateful that someone took time out of their day to worry about you and follow you to make sure you were safe. Nightwing truly was a hero, and you admired his dedication. He looked up from the glass and smiled, slightly opening his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Scarecrow's dark laughter.

"Yes I'm sure you were ensuring her safety as you watched her undress from her window while you were toying with yourself."

Nightwing's neck flushed a shade of red, and he hit the glass hard with his fist, "Oh would you shut the fuck up already?" He screamed, "When I get out of here, I'm gonna make sure you never talk again." It was odd to see Nightwing like this. He was usually known around town as a casual cool-headed hero. Everything felt so surreal.

Scarecrow laughed again, "I wouldn't be so sure about that you little deviant." He clicked a button on his machinery and the room Nightwing was held in filled with a bright purple gas. Nightwing ducked to the floor to avoid the gas that was beginning to settle down to the floor. "Holding in your breath won't do much, Nightwing, it's better not to resist it."

Nightwing ignored Scarecrow and continued to duck low to avoid the gas, but it was of no use, the room overflowed with the thick dark smoke; Nightwing was no longer visible. The only sounds coming from the room were the muffled sounds of his cough, then a muted thud, followed by silence. What felt like hours but couldn't have been a few minutes passed by in silence. Scarecrow was in the corner watching the room intensely, as if it were the most interesting movie anyone had ever seen. You wanted to scream, curse— anything. You thought about taking off your shoe and throwing it at his demented head. But you were frozen in anticipation. From context clues, you gathered that this was probably that new toxin, and you clung on to the fact that he at least wasn't dead. The smoke began to clear and you could see Nightwing's still body on the floor.

"Nightwing!" You yelled clutching the wooden bars, "What did you do to him?" You screamed at scarecrow who was just watching intently.

"Don't worry sweetheart. Unfortunately or fortunately for you— depending on how you see it— he'll be awake soon." Scarecrow clicked another button and the glass door lifted as your makeshift cage began to move towards the room. You yelped and as soon as you were in the room, your cage stopping abruptly. The glass lowered again, trapping you in the room with Nightwing. The wooden bars of your own entrapment began to fall and you felt a small sense of relief to at least be free from the cage and in the presence of another person. You ran over to Nightwing who was beginning to wake up.

"Nightwing, are you okay?" You asked placing his head on your lap and seeing his masked eyes flutter open. You moved a strand of his bang from his face, your fingers lightly grazing his forehead and you could feel how warm and sweaty he was. Whatever was in that toxin, it had now gotten into his bloodstream.

Nightwing groaned and grabbed his head tightly, "I think so but I feel so-" He stopped talking and screamed, lifting his head from your legs and crawling to the edge of the room as far away from you as he could muster. "Listen to me. I think Scarecrow is testing out that new toxin we read about on me. I need you to do whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm starting to have this feeling and I think I know what I'm gonna do. I'll never forgive myself if I did this to you." He was on the ground clutching his head, clearly fighting the toxin.

"I'll forgive you!" you screamed before you could even think about what you were saying. It was like all logic had abandoned your mind. And you began to understand what he was alluding to. Like pieces of a puzzle connecting you began to understand what might be about to happen, but before the cold shock of realization hit, Nightwing stood up from the corner. His demeanor had changed, something about his presence was dark. He looked at you in the way a lion looks at a helpless gazelle. You crawled back towards the wall grabbing one of his batons. "Nightwing?" You asked meekly, afraid of the sudden uncharacteristic darkness emitting from one of the cities most prized protectors.

Nightwing began prowling towards you, kneeling to face you on the ground. You lifted the baton and held it in front of you with both hands like a sword, turning your face away, but you didn't swing at him. You didn't even move it. Not even when his hand was on your cheek rubbing circles towards your lips. You kept the baton extended with shaky hands. Even when his gloved hands palmed at your clothed breasts, undoing the buttons of your shirt. You yelped slightly, when your shirt was undone, the cool damp air hit your exposed stomach. His gloved hands moved down towards your skirt pulling it down in one swift motion. He was slow with it, almost like he was toying with you. Like a ferocious animal playing with his prey.

You were in your bra and panties now, your open blouse hanging on your shoulders as you kept the baton extended. "I don't want to hit you Nightwing." You warned when his hands moved to lower the weapon.

He chuckled darkly when you moved it away from his hands and aimed towards his head, with a weak pathetic move. He stopped it mid motion and took it from you. "You shouldn't have done that." He growled, "What a fucking naughty slut." He pulled your panties to the side, and you tried to resist but stopped when he grabbed your thighs and easily spread them open. His strength was overwhelming. "Stop resisting!" He grunted. "Or this is going to be a lot less enjoyable for you."

You looked at him and began weighing out your options, he spent his life fighting bad guys that were a hell of a lot stronger than you are, so fighting back would not only be futile, it would piss him off. And that was the last thing you wanted to do. This toxin, whatever it was— was strong, it had completely overtaken Nightwing, leaving only his dark twisted desire. So you relented. You relaxed your muscles and allowed him to pry your legs open. He took a look at your soaking pussy. Your thong was barley covering it, which only seemed to exacerbate his desires. His tongue swiped across his lips, like he was staring at the most delicious piece of meat. His finger scooped the strand of your panties and he once again pushed it to the side.

Much to your disdain and embarrassment, you were wet. You felt your juices escaping your hole and leak onto the floor covering the inside of your thighs. Nightwing made a 'tsk' noise with his tongue and ran a finger through your folds, you shook at the combined sensation of his cool leather gloves and the warmth of his hands radiating through the thin fabric. "Look at how wet you are. You naughty fucking whore. I always knew you were wet for me when you were interviewing me- picking fights with me. Was that on purpose hmm?"

"You were the one who started it!" You mumbled. It seemed as though the logic part of your brain had been suppressed, because who in their right mind would argue with an extremely dangerous, extremely drugged, extremely horny vigilante.

Nightwing chuckled. "You never know when to shut up. Do you?" He snatched the baton from your hands and he looked at it, like he was sizing it up. He smirked darkly and placed the tip of it on the top of your pussy, you shuddered from the sudden metallic feeling. He began running it through your folds, circling your clit with it. You moaned loudly and he chuckled, "You're going to take this like a good little slut. That's what you get for trying to hit me." He brought it down to your entrance and pushed in the metal rod halfway in. You gasped at the feeling as you tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion but cool steel began pumping in and out of you mercilessly before you could get used to the penetrating feeling. The baton was thinner than anything or anyone else you had had in there but the cold metal pushing against you, and sliding in and out, was a very different sensation than anything you were used to.

You let out a slurry of moans against your better judgment. Your hand flew to your mouth to try and stifle them but Nightwing took his free hand and shoved it away. You looked at his face. A malicious grin was plastered on his face as he fucked you with his baton viciously. You felt your pussy tighten as Nightwing sped up, and screamed when he hit a specific bundle of nerves. "God, you scream so good." He groaned, and pulled the baton out with a pop.

Nightwing moved his body back, and took a look at you, drinking in the sight of you. Your back was braced against the wall, your button up blouse was still on your shoulders, The soft orange light bounced off your skin, revealing your matching pink lacy bra and thong. "Who were you expecting to meet in these?" His tone was dark and begrudging. It was almost comical, how obvious and brazen Nightwing's jealousy was. He was acting as if he were a situationship or a boyfriend and not a masked hero whose identity you didn't even know. A man who, by anyone's guess would never do or say the things he was doing if it wasn't for that intoxicating smog.

"I just like to wear them sometimes…for myself." You deflected, afraid of what his reaction would be if he knew about the guy from some random dating app, who was probably sitting in a restaurant wondering why his date was so late.

"Liar." He growled,"Did you already forget what Scarecrow said? I'm your stalker." He laughed ominously, hooking a finger on the waistband of your panties dragging them down, but stopped when he felt the resistance of your ass impeding their removal. He growled again, "What did I say about resistance?" His two strong hands gripped onto either side of the waistband and pulled at them hard. The dainty lace stood no chance as your panties were quickly shredded in pieces and discarded to some dark corner of the room. You yelped and whimpered feeling the vibration of the tear move through your pussy.

You had almost forgotten about that stalking incident Scarecrow mentioned, and the thoughts that plagued you earlier in the night returned. The main one being- why? Did Nightwing like you like that? Or was he just a superhero that occasionally got bored and liked to jerk off in weird places? Did that even matter right now?

You felt a warm digit enter your hole and you gasped, snapping back to reality. You looked down and saw Nightwing had removed his gloves. He pulled out a finger and stuck it in his mouth, licking and sucking at it like a lollipop. His hands were big, thin yet muscular and lined with veins.

"I bet he doesn't make you this wet." He scoffed, "Guy's a fucking loser." His finger curled into your bundle of nerves at the end of your tunnel and you screamed, half in shock, half in disgruntled pleasure. Nightwing smiled when he saw your reaction and maintained his hooked finger on your G-spot, pushing on it like controller button. Each squeeze earning him a yelp or a moan. You blushed every time, feeling embarrassed at how such a small action seemed to take over your body.

Nightwing entered a second hot finger and without giving you a chance to adjust, began moving his fingers in and out quickly. He groaned when he felt your cunt squeezing his fingers tighter. He entered a third finger, but you were so soaked you barley felt it. He moved his hand even faster, practically pistoning into you. A slurry of incoherent sounds were coming from you. You were practically babbling. Drool was dripping from your lips. You hadn't been hit with the toxin, but the way Nightwing's fingers were fucking you— you may as well have.

You were approaching your end. You felt your stomach tighten, as your pussy was gripping onto Nightwing's fingers. Your legs began to tremble as you felt your undoing, logic and reason were now concepts of the past. You didn't care how loud you were screaming, or what was going to happen when this was over. All you could care about right now was finishing. Finishing right on his hand.

"Nightwing!" You gasped, trying to steady your breathy voice, "Oh God! I'm going to-." Your walls clamped tight as you felt your mind go blank and your eyes roll up. The pleasure was almost too much. Nightwing rapidly unlatched his fingers, with a squelchy popping sound, and a gushing stream of clear fluid escaped your hole. Not only coating his hands, but splashing on his suit and face.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You're a squirter." He moved his hand towards his mouth again, gathering the leftover of your cum on his chin and lip, and stuffing his fingers in his mouth again. You whined feeling suddenly very tired and empty. You looked up at Nightwing, the orange light illuminating his sinister grin and you realized this was far from over. Your eyes trailed down to him and you practically chocked at the sight of his bulge constraining against his tight spandex suit. Your hand reached over slowly and scared. Your fingertips lightly grazing the bulge. You gasped when you felt a wet spot, Nightwing grabbed your wrists tightly. "Yeah. Look what you do to me." He forced your hand on his bulge making you move it up and down. "The sight of your wet pussy made me cum, you fucking slut."

Nightwing stopped moving your hand and loosened his grip on your wrist, throwing it to the side. He got up, and you began adjusting yourself. Maybe this was over. "Who told you to move?" He growled and you immediately stopped buttoning your shirt back on.

His hands reached over his back and you heard the distinct sound of a zipper. He brought the spandex suit down exposing his toned bare chest, he pulled the suit further down until it pooled around his ankles. And suddenly there he was— bare except for his black boxer briefs and mask. Every part of his body was sculpted with muscles. He pulled his briefs down, and kicked his clothes to the side. His dick was large and hard, veins lined it, and you could practically feel the pulse of it from where you were.

He knelt on the floor in front of you once more, naked. His large hands moved towards the two buttons on your blouse, and he made a 'tsk' sound with his tongue. He placed a finger in the gap between your shirt and moved it down, effortlessly popping the buttons off, they landed on the floor somewhere with a clinking sound, and you gasped. "Take it off, or I'll rip it off." He warned. You nodded slowly, moving to remove your blouse, once your shaky hands undid the buttons, you let it fall to the floor. For a moment, you both sat there naked. Nightwing stared at you, and even through masked eyes, you could feel his burning gaze on your body, practically like he was starving. You stared back determined to not let him intimidate you, yet inside your were screaming. He grabbed the shirt from behind you, and ripped it right in front of you without a struggle. "There. Now you won't try to put it on again."

All of a sudden, Nightwing's hands were all over you. His warm thick hands palming at your breasts and tweaking at your nipples. He took both your wrists in his hands and brought your hands to his cock. Your wrists were limp and shaking when he began moving your hands up and down. He growled and though he said no words you understood what it was he wanted from you.

Your hand slowly wrapped itself around his length, "Look at how small your hand looks around my cock." He smirked. You groaned quietly, hating what his words were doing to you. Every word he spoke was like a fire lighting up inside your stomach and trailing down your core. What was worse is you knew that he knew, and for some reason that turned you on even more.

He growled again thrusting his hip into your hand, and you began pumping him slowly, almost painfully slow. Who said he was the only one who got to torture you? Nightwing groaned, his hips thrusting erratically desperate for any semblance of friction. A smirk grew on your face before you could stop it.

"Always a tease huh?" Nightwing griped. His hair was drenched in sweat, the toxin was making him more desperate, any sense of decency he was holding onto, was now dissipating by the second. He pushed your wrists away and pulled your legs down until you were laying on your back. You yelped at the sudden movement but quickly shut up when Nightwing crashed his lips on yours into a forceful kiss.

His whole body was on top of you, his lips were soft yet the movement of them was rough and carnal. His chest was heavy and heaving, you could feel the sweat of his skin sticking onto your chest. You moved your hands to his back, and felt his sculpted damp muscles constrain. He raised his hand and brought it down to your hole, inserting two fingers easily. As fast as they were in, you soon felt his hand retract and the head of his cock began pushing into your cunt. You moaned loudly and tightened your walls, practically sucking the rest of him in.

Nightwing grunted, pushing further into you until you felt his tip against your hilt. He pulled away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting the two of you. "God, you take me so well. It's like you were made for me." He kissed you again, moving his tongue against yours exploring every inch of your mouth. You squirmed under his weight, and you felt his cock twitch inside you. "Such an impatient slut. You want my cock that bad huh?"

You moaned, and babbled an incoherent sentence, as if you were some brain dead zombie. Nightwing began moving his hips, slowly at first. He was thick and long, the pattern of his veins formed ridges around your walls that awarded a delicious feeling whenever he moved. "You're gonna take this like a good girl." He warned, and began thrusting harder and faster. You screamed loudly, the pressure of his girth and the sensation of his thrusts hitting your cervix was all too much. You felt your pussy getting wetter with every thrust; until in the span of a second, he popped out and flipped you around on your stomach. You arched and yelped when his hand smacked your ass.

He grabbed a handful of it and before you could turn around, he went in again, thrusting erratically without so much as a warning. You were screaming at the you of your lungs by now. This angle allowed him to go even deeper and when he hit your G-spot, your knees bucked and the room began spinning.

"Fuck." He gasped. "You're so hot, I almost wanna get you pregnant so you'll be tied to me forever. No one will ever touch you besides me again." You moaned louder, his words were like an aphrodisiac all on their own. You turned back to look at Nightwing who's hands were gripping unto your hips with such force you were sure there would be bruises after. His pace was erratic and desperate, like he was chasing a high. But his face— his face was different than anything you had seen. He had a malignant almost determined smile on him, like an evil genius who had just been struck with a breakthrough idea.

"Nightw- wing?" You asked in between moans, your face was still turned towards him.

"Call me Dick, baby. Seeing as we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other now." He thrusted again, hitting that sweet spot that made you scream oh- so perfectly.

"What do you mean?" You asked, the fear in your tone was obvious. He couldn't be insinuating what you thought he was— could he?

He lowered his body down, his chest fitting perfectly into the curve of your back. He brought his head down to your ear and you shivered as you felt his lips grazing and nibbling at your lobe. "I'm going to ruin you for every other man." He whispered, the heat of his breath sending chills down your spin. He trailed his lips down to your neck where he began leaving bites and marks, his pace still merciless.

Nightwing was practically mounting you. The way he moved his hips ever so perfectly and the way his mouth was wet and warm against your neck and ears, it was too much. You felt your stomach tighten again, that all to familiar feeling bubbling at your core. "I'm close." You breathed, barley able to form those two words. But it was enough, Nightwing had heard it.

"Good. You're doing so good for me. Are you gonna squirt on my dick baby?" He purred. His hands trailed up from your hips to your stomach. "I can't wait to fill you up with my cum. You're gonna give me a little superhero." The thought of your stomach swelling up with Nightwin- Dick's baby for some reason was all you needed to drive you over the edge.

"Oh God! Oh Fuck! Dick!" You screamed.

"Good girl. Good." Dick soothed as your walls clamped tighter around him and thick liquid began dripping down to his pelvis. Your mind was blank for a few second, and when you returned to your consciousness, your hips were still bucking. You were both soaking with sweat by now, every move Dick made caused a droplet of sweat to fall from his head unto yours. It shouldn't have been so hot, but it was.

Dick's paced quickened if that was even possible and you began to feel his movements become sloppy. He moaned your name, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum. I can't hold it anymore." He thrusted a couple more times, his cum was hot inside you. You turned around in disbelief, you didn't believe he was actually going to do it. But there he was, that same sinister smile plastered on his face.

He continued his thrusts, the wet squelchy sounds of both your releases and his grunts were all the noise that could be heard from the room for a second, until finally he spoke, still ramming into you with desperate thrusts, "I'm gonna fuck my cum into you. I need to make sure you're good and pregnant when we're done. Even if I have to do this all night."

You moaned and nodded your head. You knew that if your tried to pull away, it would only piss him off. Besides, it's not like you had anywhere to run anyway, you were still trapped. You knew Dick wasn't in the right state of mind, but you had never even considered that one of his deepest darkest desires would be a breeding kink. You had come to terms with indulging him for the night, but carrying his child was a life long repercussion you weren't sure you were ready for. You shook the thoughts away, when you felt Dick's hand smack your ass again. This was not the time to think about that. Whether you would be pregnant by the end of the night or even if you would keep it— those were problems you decided would be better discussed another time. When both of you weren't drunk on orgasms or intoxicated with Scarecrow's toxin or both.

Dick kept his promise. He had officially finished into you six times until you felt his pace slow down and then completely stop. He was standing over you while you were bent over some dusty desk. He had just finished cumming into you again. You were sore, tired, sweaty and ninety nine percent sure you were pregnant judging by how much cum was currently overflowing from your hole.

You turned to look at him, could this be it? Were the effects finally drained out of him? "Are you okay?" You croaked, your voice was hoarse from all the moaning and screaming.

Dick pushed you away lightly and began backing away, his dick popping out of you with a sodden wet sound like a cork. Creamy diluted white liquid began dripping out of your hole unto your thighs and onto the floor. Dick looked down at the mixture of your secretions and then up at your gaping hole still leaking juices. He was still hard but his face was afraid. "I am so sorry…" He breathed out your name, while he knelt down desperately searching for his clothes.

You braced yourself up from the desk and walked over to him with shaky legs. The stickiness of the rapidly drying liquids were uncomfortable but you sat in front of him "It's okay Dick. I told you I would forgive you."

"I tried to hold back y/n, I really did. I'm so sorry." He looked down at you, the orange light was soft but it was bright enough for him to asses the damage he had caused. Almost every single part of you was laden with hickeys, your hair was damp, and your thighs were a sticky mess, covered in his secretions. He picked up his boxer briefs that he had found and slowly inched his hands towards you. "Is it okay if I-"

You nodded, the stark difference in his demeanor was mind blowing, but you tried your best to remain as composed as you could. His hands moved to your thighs and he began wiping away the sticky mess. "God. I'm really sorry. I can't believe I did this to you." He said.

Your hands wrapped across his shaking shoulders,"I promise you it's okay. I liked it. I'm serious." He looked up at you, his blue eyes were glistening with tears. His mask had been discarded around the fourth round when Dick decided that there was no point in concealing his identity from the future mother of his child. He truly was beautiful and for a second the image of your baby popped in your head. Maybe you could do this. You brought your lips down to him and kissed him tenderly in an attempt to convey what your words couldn't. It took a moment until Dick kissed you back, but when he did you felt butterflies flutter through your stomach. This was a different kiss from tonight. This one was heavy with emotion and anticipation.

—

You were both laying on the floor, letting your bodies say the things your mouths were too scared to. You kissed until it stung, your intertwined hands not separating from each other. You had put on your skirt and tied a scarf from your bag around you as a makeshift top— a trick you had remembered from online that you thought was useless until your blouse had been ripped apart. Dick was in his briefs stroking your hair with his free hand.

You felt so at peace, it was almost as if you both had forgotten about being trapped in Scarecrow's lair. That was until the alarm in your phone began ringing loudly from your bag. "Shit. It's already six in the morning." You laughed. "How do I explain this absence to my boss?" You grabbed your bag that was next to you and silenced the alarm.

Dick let out a hearty chuckle, that transformed quickly into a boisterous laugh. You both began laughing loudly at nothing, clutching onto your stomachs. Eventually silence fell, and Dick placed his hands on your belly. "So it's possible you could be?" He asked.

You put your hands on top of his, "I mean I'm not on birth control, and you did shoot like a million loads into me, so nooo I think we're good." You said sarcastically, which caused both of you to burst out into laughter once more.

You were both so enthralled in your laughing fit, lying next to each other, you didn't notice when the glass door lifted.

"What the hell happened here?" You heard a feminine voice gasp. Both you and Dick untangled your hands from each other and stood up quickly. Dicks hands reached down to cover his clothed bulge.

There in front of you stood Batman and Batgirl. You pulled at your skirt in hopes of lengthening it. You tried your best to act like a relieved civilian, who had definitely not spent all night and the better part of the morning having crazy sex with a bat family member.

"How did you guys find us? I've been trying the comms all night." Nightwing demanded while subtly reaching down for his costume.

"I don't think that's what you were doing all night." Batgirl snorted, and you felt your cheeks redden. You moved your hands to hide the numerous love bites Dick left, but there were too many scattered everywhere it was futile.

"Tracker. We thought it was odd when you didn't show up to the scheduled team meeting this morning." Batman said ignoring Batgirl's comment.

"Well did you get Scarecrow? He's the one that trapped us in here!" Dick deflected.

"He was gone when we arrived." Batman said, his stance never faltering.

Batgirl began walking towards you, she draped a blanket across your shoulders, "Are you okay Miss Y/L/N?"

You cleared your throat, your face still painted crimson with embarrassment."Y-yes I'm fine. Thank you."

Batgirl squeezed your arm and turned to Nightwing thwarting him on his shoulder, "What were you thinking revealing your identity to one of Gotham's most famous reporters?!" She attempted to whisper, but you heard every word, a perk of being so nosy.

"You don't have to worry about that. I won't write about his identity, or even what happened tonight." You reassured.

Dick's hand snaked to your shoulders, and he brought you closer to him, "I trust her." He said looking intently at Batman, as if he was communicating with him using only eye contact.

"Fine. We'll talk later." Batman looked at Batgirl, "Take them home." He turned away and disappeared into the dark corridors.

"Okay, now that he's gone… What the hell happened?" Batgirl smirked while Dick shimmied back into his costume.

"Let's just get out of here." he sighed, leading you out of the room with his hand planted firmly on the soft of your back.

—

"Is it this one?" Batgirl asked when her car stopped in front of your apartment complex.

"Yeah, thanks again for the rescuing and the ride," you said gathering your bag, and opening the backseat door, "I guess I'll see you around Dick." You began climbing out of the car when you heard the front passenger door open and close. Dick's warm hands were suddenly in front of you, helping you out.

"I'm gonna stay with her for today, tell Batman I'll talk to him later." He said closing the door behind you and carrying your bag towards your apartment. You were shocked, a part of you had hoped he wouldn't just abandon you, but the reasonable part of your mind understood he was a hero, and he had a duty to the people of Gotham, not just to you. But when he took you in his strong arms and grappled to the top of your building you began to understand he wasn't leaving. That big talk you had pushed to later had now arrived.

You went down the fire escape to your living room window, that Dick broke into with ease. He settled into your couch, plopping down, and it was then when you both realized just how tired you were. He scooted over, leaving space for you and patted at the opening which you gladly took.

That big talk could be pushed until after this much needed nap. For now, you smiled. Whatever the future brought, Dick wasn't going anywhere.

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author's note: this was my fiirst time writing smut in a looong time so i hope it was at least decent. as far as dddne! this was my first time. idk if i should continue this or leave it as a one shot. if u liked it pls comment, like and reblog, it encourages me hahaha ‹𝟹

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All Roads Lead Home ★ Cassian Andor/Reader ★ Chapter 4

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Summary: You are the lead surgeon in the Rebellion base, but when a mission requires your return to your home planet, Kenari, you and Captain Andor must go undercover as a newlywed couple.

Pairings: Cassian Andor/Reader

Tags: Fake Marriage ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Slow Burn ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Mutual Pining ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Teasing ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Eventual Smut ࣪ ִֶָ☾.Emotional Hurt/ Comfort ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Slight Angst ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Jealousy ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Nicknames in Spanish ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Not Cannon Complacent ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Tags Subject to Change ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Dirty Talk ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Porn with Plot

Content Warnings: dirty talk, jealousy, teasing no smut yet but has the same warnings as smut. substances

It had only been a week since your arrival, and frankly it was already beginning to be a week too long. It seemed as though you loved the idea of being back home more than actually being back home. And if you were completely honest— this was no longer your home. The bittersweet memories of places that no longer existed due to the Empire's reign, this wasn't even Kenari anymore, it felt like any other bland sterile Imperial planet. Home no longer existed.

So, you stuck to the palace, trying your best to help Cassian, but you were bored. Oh so very utterly bored. Between the luncheons and keeping a lookout for Cassian while he sneaked into various rooms to try and dig as much dirt as he could; there was a lot of time you spent doing nothing. And nothing was something you weren't really used to. You were missing home, your actual home— the med-bay. You often reminisced about your staff, and being in charge. Instead of having to listen to Cassian's every grating command. You missed your quiet space—your surgeries. The sensation of cutting someone open, and saving someone's life— actually feeling like you were making a difference; rather than just being stuck in a fancy palace, with your only purpose serving as arm candy. You couldn't help but wonder if you were even helping.

While getting ready however, feeling the compression of this new dress tightening against your ribs and popping out your chest, constraining your breathing; you began to think that what you were really starting to miss were your surgical robes. And those oh-so-comfortable shoes you wore which were just perfect for zooming around the med-bay, which were nothing like these sharp, unbearable heels you were slipping on.

You shook your doubts from your head as you yet again fussed with your get-up. Your hair was up and long curled strands framed your face as you opted for no headdress today in place of a pair of large diamond earrings, which were giving your earlobes a good workout.

"Are you ready yet, princess?" Cassian's annoyed tone came from the table where he and K-2 played cards every night. It seemed like whenever Cassian had any downtime, he would sit there and play card games. And there was a lot of downtime. Why he even bothered to play a strategy game with a statistical droid was beyond you. All it ever even seemed to do was make Cassian even more annoyed than usual when he unsurprisingly lost. You were right there, a living breathing human being. Why couldn't he just ask you? Whatever happened to building rapport?

"Yeah, sorry it took so long, sweetheart. I just have this freaking dress practically up my ass!" You sneered, sarcasm dripping from your tone as you rolled your eyes. Standing up from the vanity, your hands smoothed over the dress once more, as you made your way to the door.

Cassian's eyes subconsciously trailed down to your backside; he could perfectly see the outline of your round cheeks and crack, the curve of it contrasting against the blue fabric. That dress really was up your ass, he noted mentally. He felt his bulge growing and quickly averted his eyes. The constant fake flirting, and sleeping next to each other, without any sort of relief, was making him frustrated and irritable. He wouldn't admit it to himself, but something about you pressed every button— even those he wasn't aware he had; and that was something that just pissed him right the fuck off.

"Finally… I thought we were gonna miss breakfast." He grumbled, throwing his cards on the table and patting K-2 on his metallic shoulder.

"Oh, stars forbid, you miss breakfast," you taunted, throwing open the door of your room.

Tenok opened his door simultaneously, almost as if he had been listening and waiting for his opportunity to bump into you guys. "Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?" he said, feigning surprise, making his way over to you with fake puppy dog eyes.

Cassian slammed the door behind you, placing himself in the middle of the two of you, "No, we're just hungry." He growled, grabbing your hand, leading you to the dining hall, and away from Tenok.

Today was a big day, a planet-wide holiday, and planet-wide holidays meant huge parties, and huge parties meant all the revnog you could drink. Which you were very much looking forward to because with the way every little thing was pissing you and Cassian off, you desperately needed some dopamine, even if it was temporary. You just had to make it through breakfast without killing Cassian. A task that right now, felt impossible.

—

The sun was beginning to set, as you and Cassian, made your way to the palace courtyard for the party. The grass was littered with guests of all species. Breakfast had gone as well as you could've hoped. Sure, there were a lot of lingering touches with Tenok, subtle enough for your Godfather not to notice, but obvious enough that it provoked Cassian enough to the point he ended up biting his tongue hard enough for a metallic taste to flood his mouth. Cassian wasn't sure what it was about your interactions with Tenok that wound him up so much. Yes, he was supposed to be acting as your caring husband, but that was only an act— so why then did he constantly feel a pang of jealousy when you allowed Tenok to be so grabby with you?

You weren't an idiot; you noticed Tenok's attraction towards you. It wasn't exactly like he was subtle about it. But you figured flirting back a little could gain some much-needed intel. You had noticed the way he talked so highly about the Empire, and if you could gather enough information, you were sure the rebellion would be pleased. Cassian would be pleased. So, despite your revulsion, you let him flirt with you shamelessly, oblivious to the effect it was having on Cassian. It was the mission objective after all.

Because this was a traditional Kenarian holiday party, the empire had no interest in participating. It was surprising that they even allowed it. The usual Empirical officers you would often see wondering the halls, were else where, essentially giving you two essentially had a night off. The party had started thirty minutes ago, and you hadn't had anything to drink yet, probably because Cassian kept following you around like a damn guard dog. A cranky one at that. So, you decided, if he was going to hover over you, he may as well lighten up.

"Two shots, please!" you said, walking to the bar. The purple alien manning the bar tilted his head, and waved his tentacle at the many different colored bottles lining the shelves. "I don't know, surprise me," you shrugged. The bartender nodded and slipped two glasses of smoking orange liquid across the bar. You slammed one immediately and handed the other to Cassian, who looked at you with an inquisitive, irritated face. "Can you just take it, please? You need to lighten up, Cass."

Cassian's eyes shot towards you; you'd never called him Cass before. Cassian often, Captain in the ship during briefings, and Kassa or a slew of other pet names in front of your Godfather— but never Cass, this one didn't feel forced or awkward, it felt natural. It felt Good. How could anyone possibly say no after that?

He took the shot, slowly and unsure, drinking it in one gulp and setting it down loudly. "Happy?" he asked with a hoarse voice, his throat burning from the liquor.

You nodded, smirking like a fool, "Could we get two more, please?" you asked the barkeep.

Cassian shook his head, "No, no more." He shot the bartender a stern look, who immediately stopped pouring. Apparently, it took more than one shot to get rid of Captain Hardass.

You gave the bartender a pleading look, and he kept pouring, slowly and cautiously, his eyes too afraid to leave Cassian. But Cassian did nothing except grumble. "Would it kill you to have fun for once?" You whispered, letting the liquor and frustration speak for you.

"I have fun."

"Oh yeah, it must be sooo fun playing cards with your droid every chance you get," you hissed, your voice too low for anyone besides Cassian to hear.

He shot you a glare, but then did the most un-cassian-like thing and chuckled, picking up the shot and holding it to his lips. His soft laughter rang out from the glass. Before he drank, he brought the shot back down and clinked his drink against yours tossing it back with one clear gulp, clearing his throat. "You can't handle my fun."

You swung yours back and held up two fingers to the bartender, "Yeah," you scoffed, "I couldn't possibly handle all the fun you and your little bodyguard seem to be having."

You took the other shot that seemed to have magically appeared, and slammed it back without much further questioning, already begging to feel the effects. Cassian rolled his eyes, but looked at the bartender, "Dos más." (two more) he said after taking the other one.

You widened your eyes at him, "So does this mean you'll finally let me play cards tonight?"

"Let's just focus on drinking for now." He handed you another shot, smirking. His fingers brushed against yours, shooting electricity down from your hands to every part of your being.

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You'd never realized how talkative Cassian could be, and funny, he was so funny. You couldn't stop blushing every time he would bend his head to your ear and whisper some stupid remark about the silly headpiece some guest was wearing, his warm breath shooting a tingle through your spine. Or how he would reach down occasionally and absent-mindedly place a warm hand on your thigh, moving his fingers in small, slight circles, remaining casual and cool as ever, all while talking about something or other. If you didn't know any better, you would think he was sober, which was impossible given the number of drinks both of you had drank in such a short amount of time. Yet he remained so collected, almost unaware of what his strong hand seemed to be doing to you. Almost.

It was late now, and most of the guests had gone home. The air outside was warm and humid. Only Cassian and you remained at your table, your chairs turned to face each other. Your faces were so close, each other's foreheads practically touching, taking turns sipping from a bottle, shot glasses long forgotten.

"You're always so fucking mean, you know that?" You giggled drunkenly, your fingers accusatorily prodding at his cheeks.

Cassian frowned, then chuckled, "You are not so nice either," he said, taking the bottle from your hands and taking a large swig from it.

"Me? You're the one that spends all your time playi-"

"Playing cards with K2?" He laughed, "You know why I do that, right?"

You raised your brows, "because you're an ass?"

"Do you want me to tell you or not?"

You shrugged, "You're just gonna tell me it's because you hate me."

"Nope, it is not that at all. Maybe I will tell you, but first, we have to drink more, I don't want to remember being nice to you tomorrow." He laughed, throwing his head back slightly, his brown hair now a shaggy drunken mess.

"I already don't think I'll remember," you mumbled as he pressed the bottle to your lips. You obliged and drank from it, slowly and tentatively sucking the bottle, locking your eyes with Cassian. He couldn't help but stare at the way your lips hugged the bottle, or how red and wet they were. He leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes looking directly at your lips. Cassian leaned closer to you, and you could feel the heat from his mouth inching closer.

"Whoa, you guys are drunk already?" A voice echoed, interrupting whatever it was you and Cassian were about to do. You both glared at Tenok, who was uninvitedly pulling up a chair and sitting across the both of you. "The night is still young." he said sitting down, inebriation clear on his face.

"It's two in the morning," Cassian grumbled, taking the bottle from your hands and swallowing the orange liquid.

"That's still early, grandpa," Tenok said, taking a small rolled paper and a lighter from his shirt pocket. He inhaled the smoke and let it out through his teeth, a puffy pink cloud covering his face. Cassian sniffed that unique scent, one he had only smelled once on a distant planet, back when he was a thief.

"Where did you get that from? Do you realize how illegal that is?" He hissed. "They'll arrest all of us."

"Can you relax, narc? I'm the king's son. No one's getting arrested, we're just having fun." He laughed, puffing the smoke in Cassian's face.

"What is that?" You asked, letting the sweet, sickly aroma enter your nostrils. You'd never smelt anything like it, it was so distinct and nauseating.

"Polstine spice," Cassian answered before Tenok had the chance to, "It's the most illegal substance in the galaxy. Expensive and addictive."

"Wow, Racer Boy's been around, huh?" Tenok laughed, inhaling the joint, "you're such a stereotype."

"Oh, I'm the stereotype?" Cassian quipped, tilting the bottle into his mouth.

"What's the supposed to mean?" Tenok asked, clenching his jaw.

"Well, it's just that you're literally a spoiled prince," Cassian said casually, his inebriation almost unnoticeable.

"And you're literally a party boy who loves driving fast. An adrenaline junkie doesn't exactly make for the best husband. Right…?" Tenok cooed your name in that same way he knew made Cassian see red.

"He's an excellent husband." You hiccuped, resting your head on Cassian's shoulders, "Besides, I'm a doctor, I'll always be here to patch him up." He gave you a knowing look and smiled. Funny how something as serious as the rebel base you both called home, was reduced to an inside joke between the two of you in this intoxicated moment. It made Cassian's heart swell; it felt like your own special little secret.

"Yeah, right," Tenok laughed, "If only party boy here could stop arguing with you long enough to see the way you can't keep your hands off me." He took another puff, relishing in the way Cassian's jaw tightened and the way his dark eyes practically shot daggers at him.

You laughed uncomfortably, unsure of what to say. The air was suddenly so suffocating, and the tightness of your dress wasn't helping. Cassian said nothing, almost like he was waiting for your answer to a question he was often thinking about. You breathed in, and slowly, in the most sober voice you could muster warned,"You're high, Tenok. Go to bed before this escalates any further."

Tenok guffawed, standing, smashing the fully smoked joint on the floor with his boots. He turned to leave , but stopped and spun to face you, stumbling, his body inches apart from your face. "I could fuck you so much better than he ever could, you know? I've been around enough to know fake moans when I hear them."

Before you even had time to process his words, in the blink of an eye, you saw Cassian standing, his fist already retracted, and Tenok holding his nose, blood gushing, and staining his white dress robes.

"What did you do?" You screamed, rushing over to Tenok.

"Taught him a lesson," Cassian said stoically, taking a swig from the bottle that was in his other hand.

You examined Tenok's face. His nose was swollen, bruised and covered in blood, but it didn't look as bad as what you had expected. Either Cassian held back or Tenok's face was unusually strong. "Well, it's not broken," you concluded, wiping his blood with his own handkerchief. "You're going to need to ice it, and it'll probably be swollen for a few days."

Tenok laughed, completely ignoring your advice. He removed the handkerchief from his nose, and snarled, his teeth stained red, "This isn't over, tough guy."

"Whatever. " Cassian said, rolling his eyes, "Have fun icing that, I'm gonna go to bed with my wife." He led you to the palace, placing a hand on your ass, something that he had been thinking about this whole day. He flashed Tenok a smug face before entering.

You managed to get to the hallway before you dragged Cassian towards the back exit away from the guards, stumbling to the hangar where the ship was parked. Once you got there, Cassian drunkenly scanned his eye print and entered the code. You pressed the button to shut the ship door, quickly glancing around for any listening devices. Once you determined it was safe enough you lurched into a a slurry of cuss words.

"I thought it was going to be my fault when this mission failed." You hiccuped, fighting your inebriation. "What were you thinking?"

"That's why you rushed over here?" Cassian chuckled, slumping into a seat. "The mission hasn't failed. In fact, our cover is more solid now. I did what any husband would do. Besides he's not gonna tell the king, this is a competition to him now. Because of the way you act around him, he actually thinks he has a chance with you." Cassian glowered.

You crossed your arms, "I didn't think of it like that." He took a swig of the bottle and slumped into a seat. 'Had he had it in his hands this whole time?'

"That's why I'm the Captain," he shrugged.

You flopped into the seat next to him, tired of acting like you weren't absolutely wasted. 'You weren't that good of an actress anyway…' you thought as you remembered what Tenok had said and rested your head on Cassian's shoulder again, feeling his shoulders tense up. "Did my moans really sound that fake?"

He laughed, slow at first, almost shocked at your sudden demeanor. "I'd stick to being a doctor if I were you." He handed you the bottle, which you gladly took.

"I don't actually moan like that." You said, for some reason, feeling the need to defend yourself.

Cassian chuckled, taking the bottle from your hands, a calloused finger lingering for a second longer on your thumb. "I believe you."

"No, I'm serious, I've been told my moaning is very good. Very realistic." You briefly began to wonder what the hell it was you were saying? But the alcohol seemed to have won this round.

"I'll have to believe your sources too." He said with a pinched expression. Frustration and jealousy slowly simmering in his stomach.

"No I'm serious, everyone I've slept with has said that." You giggled hysterically and unaware. "I don't even know why I'm telling you this! You're practically my boss!"

Cassian's lips were tight and his eyes narrowed, glaring at you. "Speaking of that, we need to talk about that little stunt you pulled at breakfast." Cassian said, too tired to hold back, the burning in his stomach now a white hot pain.

You looked at him, wondering how this conversation took a turn, your eyes wide. "Did I do something wrong? I thought we got good intel."

"We did," he pursed his lips. "But the way that you're gathering that intel is compromising the mission." He slurred slightly, the substantial amount of alcohol finally catching up to him.

"What do you mean?" You said, your voice curious. A million possibilities ran through your mind.

"Oh, come on, don't play stupid with me," he hissed, taking a large swig from the bottle.

You shrugged and frowned, choosing to remain silent, while playing all of breakfast through your mind. Your clueless eyes only enraging Cassian further.

"I see the way you're so touchy with him. Hell, even he admitted it just now!" Cassian ran a hand through his messy hair, "do you really want him that bad, that you're willing to put this whole mission in jeopardy?" He snapped.

Your body felt so tense and hot that even shaking your head seemed to require a substantial amount of effort. "N-no, I- it's not like tha-"

"Then what's it like?" Cassian demanded, "because it looks to me like you finally found your long lost love, which good for you. But in case you haven't noticed, we're at war!"

The heat in your body expanded, your hands curled into fists around your knees, gathering the fabric of your dress. "I don't even like him." you said in a breathy tone, all the oxygen from your lungs seemingly depleted.

"Oh, so you are just that bored huh?" He scoffed, "What is it? I play cards with K-2 so much you thought you should find someone else to distract you too?"

You gritted your teeth, the all-too-familiar bubbling of anger nestling in the pit of your stomach, yet you tried your hardest to remain professional and composed, "I think you've had enough to drink Captain, you're speaking nonsense." you said, despite your hypocritical inebriation.

Cassian took another long swig from the nearly empty bottle, as if he was taunting you. You both stayed like that for what couldn't have been longer than a few minutes, but what felt like hours. Both sitting next to each other, facing the wall. That impudent tension, thick and smothering. After a moment, you felt Cassian shift. Felt his dark eyes on you, but you remained straight, your eyes fixed at the dark metal in front of you.

"Did you even hear the way he talked to you right now? He's not a gentleman, he's going to use you and break your heart…" Cassian's face softened up as he said your name, anger still clear in his voice but no longer directed towards you.

"Why do you even care Andor? When this mission is over, the only time I'll see you again is when you wind up on my operating table. So what does it even matter to you?" Your eyes began stinging, the warm sensation of tears threatening their escape.

Cassian stood, tossing the now empty bottle on the floor, gentle enough for it not to shatter but careless enough for it to roll towards the back of the ship. "You're right. I don't care. Whoever the hell you choose to sleep with is your own problem. But you're on this mission with me; so if you care even a little for the rebellion, you'll stop whatever it is you and him are doing." His voice was suddenly so cold and distant, you felt a chill through your spine, a tear managing to escape, but you wiped it away before Cassian could notice.

He turned to leave but halted when he heard you murmur, "what is your fucking problem with me?"

Instantly, Cassian was in front of you, his broad chest expanding rapidly coming in between your gaze and the wall. You looked up at him wide eyed and tight lipped. Your expression a mixture of intoxication, anger, fear and something else. Some emotion you couldn't quite place but could feel the heat of it burning at your stomach and your core.

"What is my fucking problem? Oh I'll tell you what my fucking problem is!" He bit the air and inhaled deeply, "You're stubborn and you're reckless. Not to mention selfish. Did you seriously not stop to think for even a moment what you flirting with the King's son in front of everyone might make us look like? I mean am I really that horrible to be around that you'd rather flirt with that idiot than the man who's supposed to be your husband? Is it really that torturous for you?" He loosened his collar, opening a few buttons and plopping on the chair across from you. "I see the way you let him touch you. The way you talk to him. You don't— You don't do that with me." He said breathlessly, almost in a whisper.

"Cass..." You began, standing, taking the two steps it took until you were in front of him. He didn't look up at you, his eyes remained centered and his thick brows were furrowed as if in deep concentration. You bent down slightly, as much as your dress would allow, and reached a hand over towards Cassian's, feeling the roughness of his palm as you placed your own on top of his. "I notice the way Tenok looks at me okay? I won't deny that. But I was simply trying to take advantage of that and gather as much information as I could. I never meant to put the mission at risk. I would never d-"

You were cut off, by a sudden twinge of pain in your stomach, your hand lifted from Cassian and instinctively went to clutch at your sides. Your throat felt cold, and you stepped away from Cassian who was now standing, looking at you with concern, his hands reaching for you, unsure of what to do. You pushed him away slightly, lurching to the ship's exit. A shaky hand clicking at the button. You managed to seat yourself at the edge of the stairs before retching, a spew of orange liquid rapidly exiting your mouth and splashing on the pavement.

Cassian walked over to you, placing a warm hand on your back and holding back your strands. It was over soon enough, and your stomach felt a lot more settled— which you were thankful for, but you turned towards Cassian,with a hand on your forehead and your eyes avoiding contact with his, "I am so sorry Captain, I think I drank too much." you began your long rant into apologizing but Cassian interrupted you with a long chuckle.

"You think?" He said looking down at the large puddle of vomit, "How did you even fit that much in you?" He laughed again, the awkward tension from before dissolving into embarrassment. You groaned and looked up to see Cassian's amazed smirk. "Come mija, let's take you to bed." He said, helping you up. You gasped slightly as you missed a step, flouncing down until a pair of strong warm hands caught your waist.

Cassian rolled his eyed feigning annoyance. He picked you up and you yelped as he began carrying you bridal style."Reckless…" He scoffed, shaking his head, but the smirk on his face remained unwavering as he walked back inside the palace and to your room.

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Notes: For those confused, mija can be a form of endearment used by older Mexican parental figures, but your partner/romantic intereset or other people can still use it. When someone your age like a friend or partner uses it, it can basically translate to a form of endearment or pity. Idk if that makes sense?? Sorry it took so long to upload this chapter hope u enjoyed it lol

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All Roads Lead Home ★ Cassian Andor/Reader ★ Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Summary: You are the lead surgeon in the Rebellion base, but when a mission requires your return to your home planet, Kenari, you and Captain Andor must go undercover as a newlywed couple.

Pairings: Cassian Andor/Reader

Author's Note: I wrote this instead of sleeping oops.

Content Warnings: dirty talk, jealousy, teasing no smut yet but has the same warnings as smut

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The ship was nearly minutes away from Kenari, and you had just finished applying your makeup. The dress you were wearing squeezed you in all the right places, the small straps draped the tops of your arms, exposing your shoulders and half of your back. Extra fabric flowed along the backside. It was tight, uncomfortable, and red? “Really? It’s a little racy for a palace.” You mumbled, taking a step back and hopping slightly to get a better look from the crappy refresher mirror.

“You look fine,” Cassian noted walking towards you, barley looking up from that damned data pad, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. “Just wanted to let you know we’re here.”

“Kriff, you scared me.” You fretted, adjusting your diadem, “Okay, well, I’m ready, Capt- I mean, Cassian.”

Cassian nodded, walking away without saying a word. It took everything in him not to look up from his device; he hadn’t had a chance to control his reaction and felt an inexplicable fear of that dress you were wearing and how your lips coordinated with the color, or how soft the space looked between where your lower back and the fabric met. Alright, so maybe he took a small peek.

You walked out of the refresher and sighed, taking the tiniest constricted steps. Cassian met you at the ship exit, his hand stretched out, you took it, feeling embarrassed at how clammy it must have felt. You looked up at him, and for the first time that day, your eyes met. His usually disheveled hair was gelled down, a few pieces of his bangs escaping, framing his face. He was freshly shaven, and his black dress robes were newly pressed; the small cape that draped his shoulders made him almost look taller. He looked good, as much as you hated to admit it.

“Okay. A few things before we go, one, assume they’re always listening, let me check the room for bugs before you break character. And two, listen to my every order, no matter what. Can you manage that?” He commanded, as you began to understand why his troops feared him so much.

“Yes, I can.” You nodded, determination in your eyes.

“Good.”

K-2SO pressed the ship's door latch and stepped out, announcing your arrival. It helped that he was an imperial droid, which further established your cover. Though K-2 refused to lie, Cassian had installed in him a software specifically for this mission; for the time being, K-2 was a big, clunky metal liar who was undercover as Cassian’s Imperial droid.

“Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Andor of Kenari!” K2 boomed at the onlookers who were gathering on the pasture floor. The band began playing as you and Cassian took the first step down. You could see the king from the ship’s stairs; his chubby cheeks were red, from the strain of clapping and cheering, a younger man with hair the color of hay stood next to him, a scowl on his face.

Cassian stepped down first and took you by the waist, carrying you down. You felt the warmth of his calloused hands through the delicate fabric of your dress. He was gentle, more gentle than you imagined he could ever be. “Oh!” You yelped, “Thank you.” You giggled, throwing your head back as you realized you were still in his arms.

The crowd cheered at the candid display of affection. “You can put me down now,” you whispered in his ear, the heat of your exhalation causing him to slightly quiver.

“Right…” he stammered, putting you down slowly. Your heels touching the spongy grass. He held your hand again, and you sauntered past the crowd to your Godfather. You began to curtsy, but he pulled you in for a hug before you could even bend down.

“Oh my child! Mija! How I’ve missed you!” he exclaimed, the jiggle of his belly shaking as he hugged you even tighter if that was possible, “Don’t even think of pulling all that formal ‘your majesty’ crap around here okay? ¡Esta es tu casa! This is your home!”

“I’m sorry, Padrino, thank you for having us,” you gushed.

“Come, come, let’s go inside, the weather is too cloudy and sad for such a joyful occasion. Plus, I want to meet your new racer husband!” His hand motioned, and with that slight hand movement, the crowd parted, and the troopers marched. You and Cassian followed; the man with the scowl and yellow hair, trailing behind. ‘He looks so familiar,’ you thought.

Once inside, the palace was all gold, marble, and stone. It was big and beautiful, just like you remembered. You walked past the grand staircase, through the halls, and into the dining hall where a giant feast lay on the table, several servants greeting you, pulling out chairs for guests to sit on.

“I figured you guys must be starving after all those pre-packaged flight meals.” The king chortled, “I had the kitchen prepare a traditional Kenari meal while we caught up.”

Your eyes lit up looking at all the different dishes you hadn’t tried in years, tears threatening an escape from your eyes. Maker, how you had missed home. You secretly wished you had done this sooner or under different circumstances. Guilt coursed through your veins. You turned to Cassian, who sat next to you, his eyes were glassy, dark, and sanguine. You couldn’t even imagine what he must have been thinking.

“Well! Dig in then!” Your Godfather declared. You were shy at first, reaching for the spoons and serving tiny portions on your plate, but after a few cups of revnog, the conversation began flowing, and the formalities began disappearing. Even Cassian was laughing and cracking jokes with your Godfather.

The blond-haired man slinked from his chair next to the king to the empty one next to you. “You don’t remember me, do you?” He slurred his words as he scanned you up and down, the clear liquid sloshing in his goblet

“I’m sorry, it’s been kind of chaotic.” You shrugged, your eyelashes feeling heavy and your head slightly lighter, from the copious amount of drinks.

“I’ll give you a clue.” He took a spoon from your plate, licked it, and stuck it on his nose, chuckling drunkenly. Memories of childhood flashed through your minds. How you and the king's son would hang out every day as children while your parents and the king dealt with political affairs.

“Tenok!” you shrieked, giggling, “It’s been so long, you look so different!” You smiled and threw your arms around him, giving him a solid hug. His hands snaked their way to your back, lowering to that soft space between your lower back and the fabric. Cassian’s teeth gritted, his fist rolled into a ball under the table, his knuckles turning white from the grip. With his other hand, he moved his chalice to his lips while rolling his eyes.

The king, too drunk to notice anything, gleefully exclaimed, “Finally, these two recognize each other!” He laughed boisterously and turned to Cassian, “You know they would play for hours every day, practically tearing this palace down. Her parents, uh, my best friends, and I always thought they would have ended up married.” He laughed again and took another sip, his laugh becoming a strained raspy set of coughs.“Well, I think it is time for me to turn in, I’m not a young man anymore.” He inched closer to Cassian and whispered, “I told the help to clear the room at the other end of the palace, it’s the farthest from my chambers, I don’t wanna hear anything I shouldn’t! Ask her how to get to it, she’ll know.” The king patted Cassian’s shoulder and stood up, slowly waddling away.

Once it was just you three in the vast dining hall, Cassian decided you two should probably head to the room and begin sweeping for bugs before bed. “Amor,” he began, but was quick to assume he was completely ignored, seeing you seemingly too enthralled in your conversation with Tenok. In reality, you weren’t used to him, or anyone for that matter, calling you such a loving pet name, so your instinct wasn’t to turn. Cassian grumbled your name, and your head turned to face him. “I think we should turn in, too. It’s getting late.”

“Yes. Of course.” You nodded, excusing yourself goodnight and standing.

“I’m just gonna sit here and finish my drink, goodnight…” Tenok slurred, purring your name, in a way that, for some reason, made Cassian want to go up to him and punch him square in the face.

Cassian walked you to the dining hall exit, his hand moved to your waist, sliding down to just above your ass. He made sure to turn before exiting, shooting a quick smirk at Tenok. You giggled sultrily at the unexpected touch, still very tipsy.

Once you were outside, the vast hallway looked overwhelming to Cassian. “The king said our room was the farthest from his chambers,” he said.

“Ah,” you hiccuped, “the honeymoon suite.”

“The what?”

“The honeymoon suite,” you repeated.

“Why the hell is it called that?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t really think about it when I was nine— but if I had to guess, it’s probably because it's the room with the most privacy in the entire palace. I think the only rooms nearby are the guard’s quarters and Tenok’s chamber.” You guided him the long way across the palace to the honeymoon suite. Running your fingers through the marble walls.

Cassian closed the door behind you and held up a finger to his mouth. You remembered what he had told you before you left the ship and nodded. He bent down and whispered so quietly you barely heard him, “follow my lead.” You nodded and sat on the king-sized bed, trying to still your dizziness. Your heart skipped a beat when you thought about the sleeping conditions of the night.

“You like that?” Cassian said loudly to no one, kneeling on the floor and looking under the bed frame. His voice was different, gruffer, thicker, seductive. He stood up when he found nothing and looked at you in the eyes, “Moan for me, baby.” He groaned with a deadpan face. Your eyes widened, and you choked slightly, raising your eyebrows at him. He circled his hands motioning you to do as you were told, “Come on, Amor, moan for me like you did on our wedding night.”

Your face flushed the same color as your dress, and you shook your head. Surely, he didn’t expect you to actually do that? Cassian gave you a stern look, and you let out a very meek whine. He gestured with his hands again, signaling you to be more enthusiastic, and you felt your stomach drop, a searing, intense feeling rushing through your body, the spot between your thighs feeling slippery. ‘Why was he torturing you? And why in the Universe was he so good at dirty talking? You thought. But he was your captain, and his orders had to be followed. So, you let the liquid courage from dinner pulse through your bloodstream, and you moaned. Loud. And you did it again, even louder.

Cassian gave you a thumbs up, and he walked to the Armoire, his fingers tracing for bugs, “Come on, hermosa, show me how much you want me to slip that pretty dress off.”

“Kassa, please, I need it so bad!” You yelled, exaggerated, and covered your mouth to stifle your nervous, drunken laughter.

Cassian turned towards you upon hearing his nickname, and rolled his eyes; his tanned face had a red tint. And he quietly shifted, feeling his pants growing tighter. He groaned, sounding a little too realistic. He continued searching, moving his way to the large, plush bed where you were sitting. His body was close to yours as you kept releasing a medley of sounds. He stretched to the back of the headboard, his robe shirt lifting slightly, and his stomach brushed against your lips, his happy trail tickling your mouth. You accidentally moaned into it, and he fell back into the nightstand, shocked, at the tickling sensation. The lamp on the nightstand fell with a loud crash. You gasped, unable to hold it in.

Cassian didn’t skip a beat. His eyes quickly looked back and forth, and within seconds, he yelled, “Yeah, you like it rough, huh?” he pushed the rest of the items on the nightstand to the floor.

“Yes, Cassian! Yes! Just like that!” You yelled in response, reminding yourself not to get all hot and bothered; it was just a part of the mission, nothing personal.

He kneeled on the floor, looking through the various broken pieces of machinery scattered on the tiles.“You like how hard I fuck you don’t you?” He practically growled. If this was just acting, he was very good at it.

Cassian smiled as he lifted a small disk from the floor. To the normal person, it looked like just a hardware piece from a broken lamp, but you knew what it was, and you smiled back at Cassian, relieved and slightly disappointed this was over, but then Cassian's lips transformed into a dark grin as he remembered Tenok’s room was next door. By this time, he should’ve finished his drink and was probably lying in bed, hearing all of this commotion, and that brought an unexplainable satisfaction to Cassian. “You wanted me so bad during dinner, didn’t you? You were practically undressing me with your eyes. I'm gonna cum inside, I want you to take it like a good girl!” He announced, louder than necessary, letting the echo travel across the room.

Your head whipped down to look at Cassian, a bewildered shock in your eyes. He dropped the bug and stomped on it with the heel of his boot, a smug smirk on his face, "coast is clear." He said in a hushed tone.

You nodded, in the absence of words. What was even there to say after that? Cassian turned towards you, his face returning to that oh-so-serious-captain-face you had often thought about sucker punching. "Listen to me, pretty soon, someone is going to notice the microphone in our room is broken, so a guard is going to knock on our door and ask some questions, I need you to look like we've just…" He trailed off, seemingly embarrassed all of a sudden. 'What the hell happened to that dirty mouth?' you wondered.

You nodded, your hands messing with your hair, throwing your headpiece on the floor, you remembered what Cassian had said earlier about removing your 'pretty dress', so you got under the covers, and shimmied your dress off, letting it fall to the floor. The fit of the dress was too tight to allow for underwear, adding yet another layer of humiliation.

Cassian, who was ruffling his own hair, looked down at you with wide eyes and red cheeks, noticing how your arm held on to the bed sheets covering your chest. He turned away quickly, and shucked his shirt off. Your eyes trailed down to his broad shoulders, his back was toned, and several small lines were littered across his tanned skin. Your eyes focused on a particularly gnarly one on his side, and you immediately recognized it as the one you had stitched and repaired. You admired your work, the scar was healing beautifully. 'Of course it was, the best doctor in the rebellion did it.'

Like clockwork, a knock thundered on the door, jumping you out of your thoughts. Cassian walked towards you. You felt exposed, the way Cassian stared at you, his hand stretched to your lips, smudging your lipstick and placing the leftover on his lips. The knock came again, louder and aggressive. "Kiss my neck," he said urgently, and you complied, absent-mindedly trailing down to his chest without his command, and planting one in the middle. "That's enough, thank you." He cleared his throat and walked towards the door, unbuttoning his pants. The heat in your stomach was relentless, and you felt embarrassed at how soaked you must've been leaving the bed covers.

Cassian opened the door and was greeted by a man in Imperial clothing, "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Andor, but we heard some strange noises, and we're concerned about you and your wife's safety." The main said, sounding monotone and official, "Do you mind if I step in to asses the situation?"

"We're a little indisposed at the moment," Cassian countered, his eyes pointing to you lying in the bed, with a flushed tint on your face. You gave a sheepish smile to the guard who could perfectly see you from his eyeline.

"I understand. It will only take a moment, it's for your own safety." The man stepped in without invitation, brushing past Cassian, inspecting the room. He looked at K-2, who was shut down in a chair, and walked towards the bed frame, where all its contents were spilled on the floor. He kneeled to further inspect.

"Sorry about that, it got a little wild." Cassian jibed.

"So I see," The man said, his tone uncomfortable, lifting himself with his knee and walking to the door. "Well, nothing seems out of the ordinary, you folks have a good night." He adjusted his cap and closed the door behind him, clearly in a rush to leave the sex-crazed newlyweds.

"Okay." Cassian said, relief flooding his body, "We're safe for tonight, but from now on, assume the only place to talk is outside the palace or in the ship." His eyes lingered on the bedsheets covering your body.

You shifted, self-consciously, "Got it."

Had this actually just happened? You closed your eyes as you thought about the fact that in the span of twenty minutes, you had fake sex with your superior, who you weren't aware had such a filthy mouth. Not to mention how you were interrogated by an Imperial guard, who looked at you with such disgust, practically slit shaming you with his eyes. And this was barely the first night? You secretly wished for the room to swallow you whole.

Your hands nervously moved to a strand of hair, the bedsheets slipping down, exposing your chest. You yelped and yanked the bedsheets back up, too scared to look up at Cassian, who you knew had witnessed the whole thing. You swallowed nervously, "Um, Captain, could you pass me my sleeping gown, it's, uh, on the chair next to K-2."

"Uhm, y-yes," Cassian mumbled, his legs moving before his brain could process it. He made a subtle grab of a pillow and held it against his hips. He took your sleeping gown and threw it at you, excusing himself to the refresher. After hearing the shower turn on and assuming you were going to be alone for a while, you quickly scrambled out of bed to put on your clothes. You screamed as a sharp metal shard from the lamp impaled your foot. You dropped to the floor and held your bleeding foot.

Cassian ran out of the refresher, shirtless with only a towel wrapped around his waist, steam escaping through the door, "What happened?" He implored. Water droplets falling from his hair.

You heard his footsteps racing towards you, and you peeked your head out from the bed, "No, no, no, don't come over here, I'm still naked, it's nothing to worry about! Just a small cut." You slipped on your sleeping gown quickly and stood up, limping towards the table where your suitcase was, and grabbed your medpac. Hobbling towards the now-empty refresher, closing the door behind you, too embarrassed to say anything, leaving Cassian standing there, soaking wet with his mouth agape.

By the time you got out of the shower, with your foot bandaged and your nightdress finally on for the night, Cassian was sitting with K-2, playing some card game. He turned towards you with a slightly annoyed look, "If you're going to steal someone's shower, at least make it quick."

"Right, sorry." You mumbled, rolling onto bed, fully sober and extremely sleepy. Cassian grumbled something in Kenarian, too low for you to hear, and stepped into the refresher. When he got out of the bathroom, the room was fully dark, K-2 was powered off, and you were fast asleep, sprawled on the bed. Cassian chuckled, moving your leg to your side and lying down, noticing how deep of a sleeper you were. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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You woke in the morning, unsure of what time it was. It must have been early because the light that shone through the curtains was faint, the only sound that was emitted from the room was the chirping of birds outside, and Cassian's soft snoring in your ear. Cassian. Snoring. In your ear? Your eyebrows lifted, and you became aware of his strong arm wrapped around your waist. You felt the hair on his chest tickle your back, as his hips lightly thrusted into the small of your back. 'Is he seriously sleep humping me?'

You cleared your throat loudly, and Cassian woke up choking on his snores. You pretended to be asleep, as Cassian sat up and looked at your face, his warmth and sweat unsticking from your body. You shivered at the chilly air, and he lifted the bed sheets to your chest. You smiled as he rose from the bed and made his way to the refresher.

Today was going to be a long day.

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All Roads Lead Home ★ Cassian Andor/Reader ★ Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Summary: You are the lead surgeon in the Rebellion base, but when a mission requires your return to your home planet, Kenari, you and Captain Andor must go undercover as a newlywed couple.

Pairings: Cassian Andor/Reader

Tags: Fake Dating ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Slow Burn ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Mutual Pining ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Teasing ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Eventual Smut ࣪ ִֶָ☾.Emotional Hurt/ Comfort ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Slight Angst ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Jealousy ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Nicknames in Spanish ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Not Cannon Complacent ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Tags Subject to Change

Author's Note: Hi guys, this chapter includes an argument, idk if that's enough for it to be considered angst?? But anyway, next chapter we will arrive at Kenari, so enjoy the trip! ᥫ᭡ Also, I've created a tag list below, so leave a comment telling me if you'd like to be added!! Edit: ALSO ALSO guys, please look up any protests taking place in your city and attend if you can!! <33

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The mission was simple—pose as a newlywed couple returning to their long-lost home planet, contact your Godfather- The King, to give you his blessing, and stay in Kenari long enough to gather intel.

Your cover remained as straightforward as the Rebellion could manage. You were still a doctor, but now you worked at a hospital in Zeltros, specializing in pediatrics. You met Captain Andor- Cassian, at a nightclub on your day off; he was there promoting his recent quad race. It was love at first sight. You guys fell hard, and six months later, you were married. What you were getting most used to, though, was your new last name, Andor; a traditional Kenari name, your Godfather will be impressed.

You had already contacted your Godfather, which went about as well as it could have, considering you hadn’t spoken in nearly sixteen years. You played your part as the lovesick, carefree, rich young girl on the holoprojector, which seemed to fool the king, who was smitten and excited to see his Goddaughter again.

“Okay, ask me anything about the mission. I need you to be prepared before we land.” Cassian spoke once you had boarded the ship. He sat across from you after he clicked put the ship in hyperspace, clearly determined to establish a connection. He took his missions seriously, that much you knew.

“Ehm, well, I’m confused about this whole quad racer story, I mean, wouldn’t people recognize you, or rather not?” You were nervous; this was your first time having an actual conversation with the man who, in a matter of days, you would present to the king as your husband.

“It’s not exactly like I am competing in the Grand Prix. Besides, we have been circulating articles about that on the Holonet; this mission has been in the works for a while now.”

“Ah, I see, well, it’s comforting to know all of our bases are covered.”

Cassian stood up and sat next to you, “almost all of our bases.” You turned towards him, concern painted across your face, “This mission will never succeed if you don’t stop being so tense.” His face inched closer to yours, and he planted a quick peck on your lips. You froze. Your body tensed even more if that was possible, and you felt warmth emitting from every part of you. “There! Now that we have kissed, you can relax at least a little, no?” His face was still close to you, his breath hot and fresh.

You laughed, but you didn’t know why. Maybe it was the ridiculousness of the situation, maybe it was the fact that your life was at risk, or maybe it was that you hadn’t been kissed for months. Still, you laughed, and you couldn’t stop.

“My kissing was that bad?” Cassian furrowed his brows, frustrated.

“No! No! It’s just…I think it’s a nervous response, I’m sorry!” You apologized in between giggles. You clutched your stomach, your abs in pain from the strain of your hysterics.

“Okay, that’s it.” Cassian shoved his mouth against yours, his stubble grazing your chin, his tongue pressed against your now silent lips, which opened slightly in a stifled gasp, your teeth grazed against his top lip as you allowed him to explore your mouth. He grumbled in your mouth, and finally, your eyes shut, and your lips moved against his. Cassian’s tongue moved with yours, and a familiar warmth spread to the pit of your stomach. Your hands snaked their way to his head, ruffling his hair, a small groan escaping your throat.

“I think your point has been made, Cassian.” a robotic voice spoke from the cockpit, causing you to push Cassian away and nearly jump out of your seat. Your cheeks flushed a deep red. Oh, right, he brought his droid with him.

“I thought I told you to shut down until we landed K-2.” Cassian hissed.

“I am aware, but I just had to inform you of the statistics of mission failure if personal feelings become involved.”

“There are no personal or romantic feelings, K-2, we are just trying to build rapport. Remember, we are supposed to be married,” Cassian contended, fixing his hair with his hands. “You can shut down, now!”

K2SO complied without further argument, and you cleared your throat, unsure of whether the kiss eased the tension or intensified it.

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“Is it okay if I call you Kassa? You know, uh, once we land. I just think it’s better for us if we have nicknames…you know?” You babbled, still nervous, even after waking up the next day. The kiss replaying constantly in your head.

Cassian’s eyes looked up at you from his datapad, his face illuminated with a blue hue, “I actually think that’s a good idea. It will make people trust us more.” He placed his datapad on his lap and his eyes locked with yours, your fingers twiddled a strand of hair. “You’re still nervous. You need to find a way to fix your attitude before we arrive, or you’ll compromise our mission.” His voice sounded tight and stern.

“I’m sorry, I realize that for you this is just any other mission, but I’m new to this, it’s not like this is surgery, okay? I’m out of my league here.” You didn’t usually apologize this profusely, or act this nervous, for that matter, but something about Cassian made you feel so vulnerable.

“I’ve never done this before either. Usually, when I am undercover, it’s only me who the mission depends on- and I have certainly never pretended to be married, especially not on Kenari of all places. You’re not the only one who is nervous; I am just doing a better job at hiding it, and I suggest you do the same. And fast.” Cassian’s hand ran through his disheveled hair, his accent now rugged and stressed.

“Don’t you think I’m trying!? Don’t you think I’m scared to go back home too?” You huffed, exasperated. Finally allowing the full weight of the ship’s tension to fall from your shoulders.

It wasn’t reasonable to just blow up in Cassian’s face, and you honestly didn’t know why you had. Perhaps it was the way he constantly barked orders at you like you were just a common soldier and not the surgeon in charge of the med bay back home, who had stitched him up and probably saved his life. Or maybe it was being enclosed in a metal tin floating through space with a killer Imperial droid on your way to spy and betray the closest person to any semblance of family that you had left that had you so on edge; whatever it was, Cassian deserved it.

“Well, I wouldn’t know why, seeing as we all didn’t have the luxury of being a rich little brat and running away!” Cassian stood, the databad falling with a harsh thud on the ship’s metallic floor.

You took a step closer, disregarding the way your hands began to shake or how your legs were beginning to feel like jelly, you weren’t going to let anyone intimidate you. Not even Captain Andor. “You barely know me! You don’t know what I’ve been through, no matter what that stupid gadget might tell you.”

He huffed, “Then please tell me, tell me how you saw everyone in your family tree die, tell me how you hid in an imperial ship, afraid for your life. How your entire tribe was slaughtered while you were frozen in fear. Huh? Tell me!” Cassian’s voice was low and angry. His usual calm and cool demeanor, had now completely disappeared. It was as if he had been body snatched by a snarling beast. You felt afraid of him, unsure of what this random man was capable of.

He took a step forward. Your faces were inches apart; it felt as if the air circulation in the ship had been sucked out. Gravity felt heavier, yet still, you swallowed the hard lump that seemed to have formed in your throat. A surge of courage evident in your soft eloquent voice.“Yes, my family escaped, and yes, we were probably the first ship out, and sure, I didn’t have it as hard as you, not by a long shot, but I did suffer! My home was taken from me too, just like that, from one day to the next.”

Cassian’s face softened ever so slightly, yet his lips were still downturned, and his eyes remained that dark, almost-black shade. He had just taken all of his anxieties on you and was now feeling anger towards himself. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

Your face quickly morphed from seething anger to shock and disbelief. Had those words actually come out of that hard ass’s mouth? Captain Andor? Regret filled your mind as you stared at his face, his hard-pressed scowl, and doleful eyes. You realized then this rugged, cynical soldier was once a little boy, afraid and hopeful. You sighed and took a few steps back, plopping down on the nearest seat. “Don’t apologize, I get it, it’s unfair, the way affluence and credits can impact someone's life so much. I’m the one who’s sorry, Cassian.”

Cassian sat across from you and nodded, “I had always thought those with money and recourses, were to blame. I didn’t mean to take it out on you, that was wrong of me.” The silence in the ship was deafening, you secretly hoped K-2 would interrupt with another one of his outrageous statistics, but he didn’t have to, because when you shuffled in your chair, Cassian turned to face you, locking his eyes with yours. “Tell me, then, what caused you to join this rebellion? You had everything going for you. What would make someone turn down all that luxury to live in the woods with a bunch of political outcasts?”

And so you explained to him what you had only explained to the senators when you joined the Rebellion. You told him how your parents kept the Kenari tradition alive at home, how you only spoke Spanish around them, and how, when you had just finished medical school, they were gunned down by a stormtrooper when they were caught in the middle of a protest on their way to your new residential building.

You told him how you tried to get justice but were dismissed every time, with only the explanation that casualties happen in every war. And that was when you decided you had had enough, and made the absolute decision right then and there to dedicate your life to a cause that wouldn’t be behind the mass genocide of innocent people who would casually dismiss them as simple war casualties. You wanted to be a healer, and help those who fought for equality and freedom. not some luxury doctor to Imperial senators. So you left everything behind. The nice residential building, the internship at Lina Soh Hospital, even your shiny new doctor boyfriend.

Tears swelled in your eyes, stinging, but you didn’t let one escape. The last thing you wanted to do was show any more weakness. Cassian apologized again; his body was tense, laden with guilt. The tension returning to the atmosphere.

“Besides, if I had stayed in Coruscant, I would only be a second-year resident, and on Yavin, I get to be the chief of medicine and run the damn med–bay. It’s basically a cheat code.” You smiled, trying to break the ice.

“Yeah, well, if I were still on Ferrix, I would probably have continued to steal car parts, and on Yavin, I’m a captain. This cheat code is pretty good.” Cassian chuckled dryly, but a playful smirk replaced his sullen look.

“I’m nervous, okay? I’m trying not to be, but I’m a doctor, not a spy, and I haven’t been back to Kenari in forever, and now I have to show up and present my husband to the king, who is also my Godfather.” You conceded, overwhelmed, “it’s a lot, but I promise I’m going to try my best.” You chuckled slightly and then, in a hushed tone, snickered, “Captain…”

“We land tomorrow, I suggest you try and get some sleep.” Cassian yawned and stood, “Wife…” He whispered to himself and shook his head, chuckling as he walked out of view to the pod beds.

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All Roads Lead Home ★ Cassian Andor/ Reader ★ Chapter 1

Summary: You are the lead surgeon in the Rebellion base, but when a mission requires your return to your home planet, Kenari, you and Captain Andor must go undercover as a newlywed couple.

Pairings: Cassian Andor/Reader

Tags: Slow Burn ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Mutual Pining ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Teasing ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Eventual Smut ࣪ ִֶָ☾.Emotional Hurt/ Comfort ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Slight Angst ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Jealousy ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Nicknames in Spanish ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Not Cannon Complacent ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Tags Subject to Change

Author's Note: Hey guys, this is my first time jumping back into writing fanfiction after a lot of years, so please be nice! I wanted to write this because I love Diego Luna, and the Andor show was soooo good :D, There will be slight usage of Spanish, mostly nicknames, don't worry! Anyway, I hope this is at least a little bit enjoyable. So, without further ado, here is chapter one! chapter 2 will be linked below.

You were caught off guard when one of your interns interrupted you during surgery and notified you that the council had requested your presence. As soon as you heard the request, butterflies began fluttering in your stomach with anticipation. You had never even stepped foot in the meeting hall, much less had your presence requested- this was serious.

Sure, you ran the med-bay and were technically a very important person on Yavin, but the senators were concerned with more tactical and political issues, so they left you to your own devices and allowed you to run the med-bay however you saw fit, never seeing a problem with it- until today? Luckily, the surgery was minor, so you called on one of the other residents to take your place.

The med-bay and the meeting hall were only a few buildings apart, yet every step you made felt like walking with concrete blocks. ‘You’re in trouble,’ that pesky little thought circled your head with every step. But you were a good doctor- a damn fine one, from the top school in the galaxy. A surgeon like that was few and far between in the rebellion. Plus, they had no reason to reprimand you. Every surgery was performed meticulously and carefully, and even those that you had not managed to save received the best care possible. Everything was done by the book. Or so you kept comforting yourself.

The steel door of the meeting hall looked heavy and militant, official. It slid up automatically once your foot was placed on the sensor. Stepping into the room, you were greeted by every set of eyes in the room. Feeling self-conscious, still in your surgical robes and scrub cap, your hands moved to remove the cap and straighten your hair. There was an iron circular table taking up most of the room, where the usual senators sat.

Towards the end of the table stood Captain Andor, a datapad in his hand. A man you had only met once, when he was unconscious on your operating table, whom you mended before he even woke up, so technically he was a stranger- a stranger who you had only seen the interior of his stomach lining. Yet, his reputation preceded him; you constantly heard stories of his valor on missions or of his tragic past in the operating room. Of course, what you would often hear were the nurses who couldn’t stop gushing about how handsome and dreamy he was. Your eyes met his, his brows were furrowed as if in concentration, but his mouth was turned in a slight smile, so slight it was as if he were trying- and failing to hide it.

“Thank you for taking the time to meet with us,” Mon Mothma began, from the center of the table, her voice sure and directive, “I understand you have a really busy schedule, doing paramount work, for which this movement thanks you for.”

“Thank you, senator.” you squeaked, relief flooding your body. This wasn’t a reprimand; this was something else, maybe even an acclamation. A smile crept its way up to your mouth. You were like that in a way, like most surgeons, assured in yourself, pursuing praise for your work, praise you believe you deserved; cocky.

“I’m sure you were aware when you signed up for the cause that your position could be versatile, not just on the med-bay.” You nodded, remembering the basic training all recruits had to complete. Mon-Mothma continued, “A new mission has emerged, and the council has concluded you would be an essential asset.”

“It would be my honor.” You said, barely able to contain your giddiness at being in the field. Mon Mothma smiled and gestured to an empty chair across from her at the other end of the table. You sat, a datapad glowing blue with mission details on the surface.

“I also understand you have Kenari roots, it says here both your parents were from there before they escaped to Coruscant during the war, is the information correct?”

“Yes.” You cleared your throat, a concoction of nerves and excitement bubbling in your throat. “That is correct.”

“Now, I’m not sure if you’re aware of the Kenari people’s political development since your evacuation?”

“Yes, how the Kenari people revolted against the Empire’s conquest. How a new species of rancors began terrorizing the military base after the civilian genocide. How they allied with the natives…” You began listing, mainly central events you had only heard from your parents.

“Pest-control for the right to live.” A gruff, accented voice scoffed from your left side, interrupting you. You turned towards Captain Andor, his slight smile now an incandescent scowl. You thought about how much harder it had been for Captain Andor, he didn’t have the luxury of running away on a private ship, like your family did. No, he watched his whole family get murdered, and was only lucky enough that some scavengers found him hiding in terror.

“Correct, a deal for ‘empire protection’, as well as full acquisition of planet resources and ‘pest control’,” Mothma said, pushing her lips tight, clarifying the Captain’s vague words for the room.

“The monarchy is guised as Kenarian, but truly, it is the empire that pulls the strings. The king and prince are just for show. “ Senator Organa chimed. You began reading the mission plans. Your eyes scanning the blue screen for the objective. You wanted to be a thorough as possible. “The mission is simple; we need to gather intel on the Empire’s motives and long-term plans for Kenari.”

“Whatever I can do to help,” you spoke, your voice determined.

“There is one slight problem: there’s an indefinite timeline on this mission. Meaning it may be long-term, there’s no way to tell when you would return.”

Your breath hitched, and a million thoughts swirled in your head. You had people, patients who depended on you, plus staying somewhere you haven’t been since you were nine for an indefinite amount of time, a place with so many memories- well, that was something you didn’t know you could do.

“I appreciate the consideration, really, I do, but I’m needed here, in the med-bay. There are barely enough surgeons as there are, and I’m sure someone with better experience would be a better fit.” The fear in your voice was clear, despite your best effort to suppress it.

“There’s no better fit,” Captain Andor declared suddenly, his voice stern. “Your parents knew the king, we need your access to the palace.”

Your mouth shut, in the absence of words. You were young when your parents left Kenari, you knew they were high-profile diplomats, enough to ensure you a future in the nicest area of Couruscant, the top place in the best medical school in the galaxy. But you hadn’t been back to Kenari since then, would the king, your Godfather, even remember you?

“Thank you for your input, Captain,” Mothma said, her brows furrowed, “And as far as the med-bay goes, we have a new surgeon coming in tomorrow, he has agreed to take over your duties until you return. You would be a very important part in the success of the mission.”

You breathed in, of course, you wanted to help- that’s why you had left your position as a surgeon in the biggest hospital in Courascant, but the med-bay was your baby, if you weren’t there… You shivered at thinking of the possibilities. ‘There wouldn’t be a med-bay to run if the rebellion didn’t succeed,’ you reminded yourself.

Weighing out your inputs, you sighed, “Okay, I’m in.” Relief flooded everyone’s faces. “Just one question: who is supposed to be my husband?” You asked scanning the data pad. A warm hand touched your shoulder, slowly, as if testing the waters. You looked up and saw Captain Andor, the slight smirk returning to his face.

Chapter 2 ➵

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