#cassian andor's cooking

[elwenyere]

No Survivors (Cassian x Melshi), Chapter 2 of 4

Rating: M

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together, Cassian Andor’s Cooking (I love this tag)

Summary: Cassian and Melshi find each other again, and they figure out what that means.

Author’s Note: Action is set between Andor season one and Rogue One. The fic is drafted, and new chapters will post on Thursdays and Sundays.

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It had been three standard years, two months, and twenty-five days since Melshi had made himself walk away from the man he’d known as Keef Girgo.

Under other circumstances, Melshi might have been able to include the number of hours in his count. But he’d lost some irretrievable amount of time after he left the shore on Niamos, unable to do anything but keep walking in as straight a line as the streets allowed, the muscles in his legs shaking with the effort of refusing to turn around - of resisting the urge to retrace his steps, return to the only person left who would understand why every bump of his battered toes against the canvas of his shoes made the next breath hitch up against his throat, like a frightened animal scrabbling to put something solid at its back.

He hadn’t turned around. He’d kept walking. And the first day he’d woken up with no Keef in sight, Melshi had told himself he wasn’t going to watch that number either.

Objectively, he knew it made even less sense to keep that count than it had to rely on the flat display posted on the door of his cell. At least the shift counts had pretended to mark the time until, to structure the world around something that would arrive.

But by the fifth month of his freedom, when Melshi had finally replaced the slip-ons Keef had snatched for him on the beach and been able to name exactly the number of days he’d worn them, he stopped kidding himself about losing track and let the time he had left arrange itself as it wished.

It was strange, maybe, that as high as the number got, Melshi had never really imagined he’d meet Keef - or Cassian - again, at least not in the flesh. So it was hard to wrap his mind around the quiet shock of looking at him now: not a dream or an end-of-life apparition, but just Cassian, his lips pursed into a frown and his brows knit together in concentration, cooking breakfast in the mess kitchens on Yavin IV in the middle of the night.

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Read Chapter Two

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[ex0rin]

Brasso & Cassian Reunited | Andor S01E12: Rix Road

[mosylufanfic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Tumblr Prompt, Established Relationship, Fluff, Cooking, jyn is a menace and she's a distraction in the kitchen, i took diego luna's headcanon and i ran with it, minor suggestive content at the end but we're fading to black so, i think a T rating is fine Summary:

Turning on his heel, he says, "Jyn." His voice has no bite to it; in fact, its edges are rounded out and soft, a blunted knife allowed to be worn down well beyond its usefulness.

(It’s not so dangerous, he’s come to realize, to let that happen.)

"What?" Even without the slight puff of her cheeks betraying the presence of what she's stolen in her mouth, she's trying just a little too hard to feign innocence for it to be convincing. He lifts a brow, but she stays the course. "I'm being helpful."

Or: Jyn is definitely a distraction, and she's definitely not sorry about it.

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from @astromechs

[gluteus-canis-familiaris]

MEEEEEEEEEEEELSHIIIIIIIIIIII

so that trailer huh

[ninsletamain]

Fluffbruary Day 6: tie | embarrassment | dessert

My contribution to RebelCaptain Fluffbruary PLUS @quarantineddreamer's super ultra amazing fic addition below the cut!!!

The lines of code on the screen were no longer making sense. Somewhere between coffees 4 and 5 of the day they had slipped from Jyn’s grasp, gone from familiar symbols to something more akin to ancient hieroglyphics–as sure a sign as any that it was long-past time for her to take a break from her assignment. 

Reaching her arms skyward–tight knots in the muscles of her shoulders and along her spine protesting–Jyn glanced blearily at the alarm clock that perched neatly on the corner of the desk. 

Shit. Was that really the time? She scrambled to her feet, socks slipping on the linoleum floor, and threw her hair quickly into a bun. (Or what she hoped would pass for one anyways.)

Pants. I need pants. Jyn cast about the room, throwing the covers of the bed back, checking over the back of the roller-chair she’d spent the day–no, longer than that apparently–glued to, but found nothing. 

She could have sworn she had at least dropped a pair of sweatpants at the end of the bed at some point…

Cassian must have tidied up before he left (the neat freak); she hadn’t even noticed. That happened sometimes: the computer consuming her when she was locked onto a particular idea. But it shouldn’t have happened today. Today she had planned to wrap up her coursework early, surprise him… 

Okay screw the pants, Jyn decided, marching from the room towards the kitchen with all the determination of a soldier approaching the battlefield.

(If a soldier’s uniform was your boyfriend’s oversized, university sweatshirt and the fight ahead was the arduous task of preparing a meal.)

It took her more than a few tries to find everything–despite how organized Cassian kept his kitchen cabinets–but before too long Jyn was staring down at the black, glinting surface of a flawlessly seasoned cast iron pan and the looming depths of a large pot, a box of spaghetti, its matching jar of sauce, and an assortment of meat and vegetables thrown on the counter beside them. 

“I’ve got this,” Jyn muttered to herself, eyeing the recipe she’d taped to the fridge like it might grow fangs and snap at her. (Or catch fire and nearly burn the place down as had happened on her most recent foray into chefdom). “You’ve hacked into government systems before,” she continued. “This will be easy compared to that. A piece of cake, or a pot of pasta.” Hopefully anyways. 

She checked the oven clock. If she stood any chance of getting this done before Cassian (Impossibly-Punctual) Andor came home she had to start now. 

The empty apartment should have been quiet, peaceful. Instead, it suddenly seemed impossibly loud, noises swelling in her ears the longer she stood staring at the array of ingredients and tools––footsteps from the neighbor above, the distant rumble of a washing machine next door, the clicking of the fridge beside her, all clamoring in some insane harmony. 

The longer she stood there waiting (for what, she had no idea) the more power the sounds seemed to hold, quick to dredge up each and every anxious thought she had been so diligently shoving to the furthest corners of her mind since Cassian had told her of his plans to travel to Yavin…

When he cooked, Cassian always had music playing. Maybe that would help. Drown out the worry and the fear.

Jyn pulled her phone from the pocket of the red hoodie and tapped a playlist at random. Something upbeat began playing, muffled through the fabric as she tucked the phone back into the pocket, rolled up the too-long sleeves of the sweatshirt, and drew a deep breath. “Alright, here goes nothing…”

Turning down the hallway that led to his apartment, Cassian smelled something…interesting. 

He tried to pin down what it was. Starch, yes. Tomatoes, yes. Onions and garlic, most likely. But then there were other unexpected notes, the heat of what might have been chili powder tickling at his nostrils, growing stronger with each step closer he got to his door, and maybe the cheese he was smelling was parmesan or pecorino? The combination wasn’t exactly bad, just off–out of balance. 

He thought for sure it was one of the neighbors; maybe Mrs. McCleod experimenting again–after all, she had stopped him just last week to ask him about his favorite market for finding fresh produce.

But as he passed by Mrs. McCleod’s apartment, he noticed the crack under the door was dark, a small pile of mail collecting beneath her welcome mat. She was probably away visiting her niece again. Which meant that the smell was most likely emanating from the door at the end of the hall.

His door. 

Cassian tugged his tie looser, a warmth kindling in his stomach, a smile slowly spreading across his face; Jyn. 

He’d insisted she should stay at his apartment while he was gone–enjoy some solitude away from distracting roommates and loud neighbors–but he hadn’t been entirely certain she would take him up on it. She’d given him a strange look at the suggestion (despite the fact that after nearly a year of dating, she seemed to spend more time in his apartment than her own) and returned to her keyboard, completely absorbed in the endless numbers and symbols flashing wildly across the computer screen at her command.

The reaction hadn’t been a total shock to him. Jyn had been unusually quiet ever since he’d first mentioned his job interview in Yavin. He’d tried to tell himself she was just preoccupied with the workload associated with the final semester before she earned her degree, but deep down he knew that she was likely asking herself the same questions as he was: If I get this job, what happens to us? 

Cassian reached into his suit pocket for his key, twisted it in the lock, and slowly opened the door, his eyes tearing up at the overwhelming burn of capsaicin in the air. Dropping his backpack by the door, he followed the sound of hissing steam, music, and occasional cursing into the kitchen. 

It had been just over a day since he’d seen her, but even so, Cassian had spent the plane ride home longing for the moment when he could wrap his arms tight around her again, kiss her until they were both oxygen deprived and gasping for air. 

He’d envisioned a quick, eager reunion. Unable to hold himself back from rushing towards her; clumsy, grabbing hands and awkward clashing of teeth. 

But then he saw her: standing in his kitchen with her hair wild atop her head, dancing from the stovetop to a nearby drawer; humming along to the song playing faintly in the background as she poked uncertainly at a pan of sauteed vegetables and shot a quick glance at a boiling pot of water–and all he could think to do was lean his shoulder into the doorframe and stare, his breath catching in his chest with a fierce and sudden ache. 

Cassian knew he was helplessly, hopelessly lost–had known it for a while–but it had never been more apparent to him than in that moment, hovering at the threshold. He was certain that if he did nothing else for the rest of life but watch her, he’d still die the happiest man on earth. 

She’d decided to borrow his favorite sweatshirt while he was away–red, well-worn, with Ferrix University emblazoned across the front. As she rose on her tiptoes to reach into the spice cabinet, the bottom of the sweatshirt rose too, revealing the faintest glimpse of black panties, serving in sharp contrast to the perfect, pale curve of her ass. 

The sight inspired a different kind of ache. Cassian made his way across the kitchen, and placed his hands on Jyn’s shoulders. Somehow, the only words he could seem to find were, “You’re cooking.”

A string of swear words fell out of her mouth in quick succession. “I could’ve stabbed you,” she grumbled, even as she set down the knife she was holding to lean backwards into him. “You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that.”

“I’m surprised I managed to.”

He felt her shoulders rise and fall against him. “I was distracted.” 

“I can see that,” he mused. “You’re cooking. You hate cooking.”

He could just make out the faint flush that rose in Jyn’s cheeks as she glanced back at him, her hair tickling his chin. “I do hate it,” she agreed, “but I figured you’d be hungry and…well, I don’t hate you.” 

A soft laugh escaped him, “What a relief.”

“Shut up.”

“No really,” he said, pulling her closer. “I was beginning to wonder.”

“Do you want food or not?” Her scowl was made significantly less believable by the smile catching quickly at the corners of her mouth. 

Cassian gave a considerate hum. His stomach had been rumbling as he stepped off the plane, but now a different kind of hunger was taking hold. His skin was hot beneath his suit where Jyn’s body pressed against his own; all he could seem to think of was her in his sweatshirt–in only his sweatshirt. 

But Jyn seized his brief lapse of silence as an opportunity to change subjects. “So…How’d the interview go?” she asked lightly, though her muscles went tight as she dipped a wooden spoon in the red liquid that bubbled on the stove in front of her.

He watched as she blew steam away from the spoon before bringing it to her mouth to taste and wincing. “The interview was fine,” he murmured, pressing (what he hoped she would as) a reassuring kiss to the top of her head.

The smile had already vanished from Jyn’s face. “You think you got the job then?”

Cassian moved his hand slowly up and down her arm, earlier ideas already forgotten. “They made me an offer,” he admitted quietly. 

“They did…” The energy seemed to have drained straight out of her–the dancing, humming, swearing woman from moments ago turned to shadow. 

Like she didn’t know. Like she couldn’t feel the frantic stuttering of his heart where his chest pressed between her shoulders blades. Like she couldn’t sense him, standing right here beside her on the knife’s edge. 

“I told them I couldn’t give them an answer yet,” he told her. Of course I did. As though there had been anything else he could do…

“You did what?” Jyn twisted in his arms. “That is your dream job. You know you want to go, so just go. Why would you–”

“Jyn,” he cut in, and she went still–let him hold her in place for at least a moment longer while he continued. “I said yet. I told them I couldn’t give them an answer yet.”

Her knuckles were white, wrapped tight around the wooden spoon. He reached past her and switched off the burners before anything could start smoking or boil over.

Cassian’s own nerves were starting to take hold. He gave a hard swallow, trying to clear the tightness from his throat. “I don’t want to go to Yavin. Not without you… I don’t want to go anywhere without you.”

“What are you saying?”

“Come with me. After you graduate in the spring, come with me.”

“Cass…”

He was about to tell her she didn’t have to answer right now–to delay whatever pain he sensed was coming from inevitable rejection–when she closed her hand around his tie and tugged him closer, tilting her head back to press her lips to his. 

Beneath his mouth, he could feel her smile forming, but it still took his breath away to see it when they broke apart. “Is that a yes, then?”

Jyn wound his tie tighter around her hand. “I like this suit,” she commented, eyes sweeping across the blue fabric and back to the black silk of the tie. 

“I’m taking that as a yes…” Cassian told her, his attention splitting as she began to playfully undo the top buttons of his shirt. 

“I cooked for you…” Her lips passed over his throat, her voice muffled. 

Heat was racing up Cassian’s spine, his thoughts going increasingly hazy. “You did…” he replied, inhaling sharply as the hand not wrapped in his tie found the back of his head, fingers tugging lightly at his hair. 

“I’m a terrible cook, but I cooked. For you.”

She still hadn’t answered him. Not really. He wanted an answer, a definitive answer. “What does this have to do with–”

“Are you still hungry?” 

“Jyn–” he pleaded.

“Because I was thinking we should forget about the food,” she continued, her mouth brushing over his ear–words like sparks to his skin. “I changed my mind. There’s something else I want to do for you instead. Something I’m much, much better at…”

He relented slightly, instinct shoving reason aside as he tugged at the hem of the sweatshirt, her skin soft against his fingertips. “What did you have in mind?” 

“You mean, aside from moving to Yavin?” she murmured with a teasing grin, pressing even closer, tips of their noses brushing, her breath warm against his cheeks.

“So that was a yes earlier…”

Jyn rolled her eyes at him. “What do you think?”

He lifted her off her feet, and she laughed, wrapping her legs tight around his torso. “I think you’re coming to Yavin with me,” he said, slightly breathless, not quite daring to believe it. 

“I’m coming to Yavin with you,” she echoed, delivering a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Welcome home, Cassian.”

[colleybri]

Just love the detail that Cassian Andor knows the cook in the Ferrix hotel kitchens, as seen in this moment in the season finale when Cassian tries to break in to save Bix. He served as a cook on Mimban, straight there from juvenile detention.

Great Easter Egg considering it might come from a throwaway answer to a non-serious interview question (“tell us something secret about your character”) back during the Rogue One promotional appearances. Diego Luna on Cassian: “He’s a great cook. His best dish is chilaquiles”.

In summary? Please please please let’s have a teensy tiny reference to ‘great cook’ Cassian in season 2. Bonus points if we see him rustling up some Space Chilaquiles.

[sheena-isa-punkrocker]

cassian andor headcanons

notes: these are my personal hcs for cassian andor. just thought id share them because i never wrote them down before or anything aka;sfl;;

BACKGROUND

that man is AT LEAST 32

idgaf what a star war says he cannot be fucking 26 in rogue one

kenari was a matriarchal society

im probably incorrect but it seemed like there were more girls in the hunting troop he was in in the childhood flashback scenes

it's why he doesn't question vel being the leader of aldhani team or any female leader of a rebel mission. he's like yep that's normal.

also he was raised by maarva carassi andor like cmon

is still fluent in kenari

it's canon that he can speak other languages too so like polyglot!cassian yay

bee had the kenari language downloaded in his system before the empire wiped all public information about kenari

so he could communicate with cassian when he was first brought to ferrix

definitely helped bridge the language gap between the andors and cassian

also helped cassian learn basic

his culture is important to him for sure

i think in his spare time he tries to collect information about his home planet via old holobooks or even physical ones if he can find them

has kept his red and yellow stone necklace in a keepsake box for many years now, likes to take it out sometimes and just look at it.

his necklace connects him not only to his culture but to the few memories of his biological parents

doesn't remember his biological mother much but he remembers the sound of her bangles clinking together around her wrists and her smile

is a back sleeper. they slept in hammocks during his childhood and it's just something that always stuck with him

was definitely picked on at the sipo youth center

like fights in the recreational yard and kids trying to take whatever personal belongings he had on him at the moment

i think at first he kept to himself but over time he grew a small group of friends

safer in a group than on your own when going against the bigger gangs

youth center to military pipeline for sure

he would never see those friends again after the empire transferred him from sipo to mimban for their imperial military campaign

even though he went in as a cook, he still had to do basic training

i think he enjoyed cooking (as much as one can when the empire forces you to do it)

it's the act of providing for others that he likes

ALCOHOL

i hc ferrix as this blue collar community that works in either scrap metal plants or factories which means everyone's a hard drinker lol

like if you don't drink beer at the end of a long day wtf are you doin

there's also a sense of pride to be able to hold your own liquor

it's not a quality that cassian possesses lol

he's not a lightweight but he's def not a heavyweight either

prefers brown liquor over cheap beer tho

SAD DRUNK. MOODY. EMOTIONAL.

not talkative when drunk unless you're a close friend and it's just you two

but he def gets caught in his own depressed emotions and sulks

he's also down to fuck LMAO

SEX&RELATIONSHIPS

bisexual (we all knew this)

total slut (we all knew this too)

i don't think he particularly cares on being top or bottom. he's a true switch if you want to label him

has commitment issues

this is from bix's comment about him being with married women. the marriage forms as a barrier for him not to be too emotionally close to the other person

has definitely paid for sex from prostitutes because of this reason. it's just sex, nothing more. another barrier to prevent closeness

although he mostly did this when he was younger. i think as he got older he slept with prostitutes less, maybe once in awhile

he has also protected hookers from clients that were abusive as well. i can totally see a young cassian that is already filled with rage go apeshit at a customer that was acting violent towards a sex worker he knew

#respectsexworkers - cassian fucking andor

i could go into nsfw hcs but that should be its own post lol

since he and bix were childhood friends, at one point when they were teenagers they tried to date exclusively

they lasted 2 weeks. they took one look at each other and said this ain't for us

doesn't have a specific physical type that he's attracted to

characteristics wise i think he's into people that are confident and can pull their own weight but also someone he can be vulnerable with (he both yearns for intimacy and is afraid of it)

PHYSICAL TRAUMA

while in narkina 5 he received 2nd degree burns on his feet and hands due to the electric shock punishment he experienced

after narkina 5 those wounds healed but the electric shocks had some long term effects as well

sometimes cassian will involuntary jerk his body while he's sleeping

there are days where he'll randomly feel a painful fiery feeling on his feet and hands that will last a few moments before going away

the blaster wound he got in ep 3 left a scar on his arm that never faded away

[the-poem-in-stories]

I’ve wondered a little on why the detail of Cassian being a cook was added - at first, it seemed to me like extraneous characterization. You know the type, where something is put into the mix that has nothing to do with the story’s narrative and the character’s place in it. But Cassian being a cook actually fits his story and even his arc very well. Somebody, I forgot who and where, mentioned that Diego Luna’s casting is perfect because his sweet personality and general good and kind vibes shine through in Cassian. This is the tension of Cassian’s arc in Andor Season 1: he is someone who just wants to live, he is a cook, someone with skills to nourish and support, to provide the basic human need of food, and yet, he is thrown into a world reigned by the Empire (or in the beginning, on Kenari, by other colonial forces), that won’t let him live the way he wants. We see glimmers of the person he could have been and the life he might have had - also in the ending of Rogue One, where Cassian and Jyn hug in a way that hurt so much, because they had found each other, and their relationship’s potential was never going to unfold. Andor’s story is painful because we get to see the cost of rebellion, the sacrifices made. But not just that, even those who choose not to rebel, like Cassian at first, also suffer under the empire’s rule.

[spookyjyn]

Ho-ho-ho! Weekly check-in time. What are your favorite rebelcaptain fics? (Bonus points if it includes the trope you asked for) Would you like to see some (non-spoilery) snippets of your gift, or do you want it to be a total mystery? Happy weekend 🤶

SANTA!!!!

I would love to see snippets of what you got cooking up!

So I narrowed down a few fics that do the trope I asked for (which was difficult as I have over 100 Rebelcaptain bookmarks) This also goes as a fic rec for anyone interested (see if you can guess the trope!

amor fati by theputterer

This is my canon. Andor? Who?

had to be (you and me) by slugmutt

This one is a comfort fic of mine- could read a million chapters of Jyn and Cassian constantly being set up on blind dates despite the fact they are trying to get over one another.

the next two are smut but don’t feel pressured at ALL to write smut!

I want you (to want me) by @mosylufanfic

Enemies to lovers at its finest! Plus the cozy snowed in cabin vibe. Immaculate

but we’re sleeping like we’re lovers by @andorerso

Probably my favorite smut piece ever. The angst. The tension. The characters. So so so good. Friends with benefits featuring jealous Jyn (my beloved)

[someinstant]

So I was thinking about Cassian Andor, as one does, and here is a brief series of thoughts:

1. You know how in episode 12 when he sneaks into the hotel kitchen in order to break out Bix during the funeral and surprises that cook? Cass not only recognizes him, but knows his name, and the cook knows him well enough to immediately say, "I'm sorry about your mom."

2. I therefore have decided that Cass and the cook guy (Temik? Terek? Something like that, anyway) had worked together at some point. I don't think Cass has ever been much for steady, on-the-books employment, but I think that when he came back to Ferrix after Sipu and Mimban and whatever he did in that eighteen month gap after, he sometimes worked as a cook.

(3. He lies to Luthen about how long he was on Mimban, because he lies to everyone about how long he was on Mimban, which means he didn't go back to Ferrix after those six months in the mud as a cook when he was sixteen. He went somewhere else, and it's either not something he's proud of or it's illegal enough to get him in real trouble. Or both.)

(4. I think he ran jobs to make money for the first bit after Mimban, learning some Dubious Skills, and then I think he tried to go to Kenari. And I do not think it went well, which is what prompted him to return to Ferrix.)

5. Anyway. When he comes back, he's a mess. He's smart, sure, and capable, but what sort of steady employment would be available to someone who had maybe two or three years or formal education, spent three years in juvie, and then two year supposedly conscripted into the military? He's going to come back to Ferrix traumatized and very, very good with knives. And with at least some basic culinary knowledge, so-- why not cook? But I doubt he'd be willing or able to tolerate the power struggles of a kitchen for long at this point-- self-control does not seem to be a delevoped skill quite yet. So I imagine he's in and out of line cook jobs on the regular, whenever he needs the cash-- until everyone's patience starts to wear thin.

6. But I bet folks still hire him on because (a) it doesn't matter how stupidly complicated the order is, Cass gets it right every time, (b) he might snarl at the head cook or other line cooks, but he's nice to the bus boys and servers, (c) his station is obsessively neat, (d) he brings his own knives and they are VERY nice, and (e) he is good in a crisis-- like, suspiciously good at dealing with scary deep knife wounds and such.

7. But he's absolutely going to ghost you after about three and a half weeks.

[ex0rin]

Brasso & Cassian | Andor S01E01: Kassa

[jyndor]

black lights, spaceships fly

for rebelcaptain fluffbruary st fluffentines day or whatever it's called, have some post-war them in the club where they SHOULD HAVE BEEN fluff

the prompts were lush | camera | beau and I did actually use them all but very ✨️subtly✨️

written while listening to renaissance on repeat for the vibes and the title of course is from cuff it. cross-posted on ao3.

cw for recreational space weed consumption and of course alleged legal real world weed consumption behind the scenes lmao

The driving baseline from the stage reverberates through the floor into the soles of Cassian's feet. He feels his heart thumping in time with the red-haired Zeltron drummer on the drum set. His nose brushes the crown of Jyn's head as she sways in his arms.

The herbal scent of the Marcan joint they'd shared earlier lingers in her hair, and he breathes in deeply, scent memory tossing him back to the walk from the ship and the freshly-rolled cigarette passing from her fingers to his, then burning between his lips, the cherry bright in the humid night air. Kohl-lined green eyes sparkling from the freshly harvested herb in her blood and silent laughter at something Bodhi says to Cinta. Han and Chewie arguing about a failed hustle in the first bar of the night, Shara singing some song she's got stuck in her head at the top of lungs in the middle of the road, the world softening at the edges of his vision, lights dimming and time slowing, and Jyn ripping the joint from his lips and offering it to Bix, and falling behind their friends for a few minutes about two blocks down from the club to make out against a darkened wall-

He blinks back to the present as Jyn kisses the skin of his collarbone where it peeks out of his jacket. She drapes her arms over his shoulders; his hands grip her waist. She pulls away from him to meet his eyes. She's got glitter on her cheekbones and lashes, her hair is damp and curling. There's a flush growing over her skin like a sunrise, the glow of a hot night, pulsing lasers lighting her up in the dark, smoky air.

His mind takes a holopic. Shutter, snap.

This past year has looked good on both of them. Jyn wears peacetime beautifully - not without anxiety, not without grief or pain, but with hope. A little softer in her face, she's not always the best sleeper but neither is he. They sleep better these days.

His rebellion now is accepting joy with a sure hand.

The electric wail of the guitar trembles along his half-metal spine.

What a gift to just be himself again, just Cassian Andor - some guy in a club with his pretty girlfriend pressed close to him, caught up in the sea of other bodies like they've not spent years and years pretending to be anyone else. Both of them desperately hiding behind aliases and alibis. Fighting a war they shouldn't have survived, knee deep in the mud, running from everyone they've had to leave behind, their pasts, their shadows, their losses and now-

Now they get stoned and go out with their friends on some nights. Now he takes the time to properly cook for her and she rolls their joints with the shrub she's been growing in their cabin, the little growth-light hovering over it during the dayshift, and they talk about the weather when they're planetside and watch smashball over caf and have sex with the radio on in their ship's cabin and have friends with couches to sleep on. Planets to explore, cities and rainforests.

They have proper identichips and scandocs with their real names (although they've still got their fakes, just in case). They have a ship and a cat, they have community across the stars.

Sometimes they talk about the future. What they want out of it and what it can provide for them. Separately and together. The work that he still needs to do, work he'll do better with her by his side.

Six years ago he would have never believed he would outlive the Empire, or have a family again, and fuck he's high.

“Happy birthday,” Jyn says. “I'm glad you were born.”

Cassian leans in for a kiss, sighs when he feels her fingers comb through his beard.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks.

He smiles. “That this shit's stronger than I remember.”

“Maybe you just can't keep up anymore, Andor.”

“With you?” He squeezes her waist and pulls her back to his lips. “I think I manage alright.”

“Hmm.” Her eyes are still shut. “Actually I could probably cool down too.”

“I'm saying I can keep up with you,” Cassian mumbles into her cheek, his own eyes drifting shut. He can't stay away, has to engage the rest of his senses to handle her. “I'll keep up with you.”

Jyn makes an amused noise and snuggles into the hollow of his neck. He swallows as her fingers trace up and down the curvature of that half-metal spine. "D'you still want to get married?" His eyes pop open.

"I mean, I-yeah." Cassian huffs. "I'd love to marry you."

"And kids? You still want kids?"

He smiles. "Whatever you want, Jyn."

"Whatever I want," she repeats. "And if I say we're gonna go set up a farm on Lah'mu and raise like a dozen babies and maybe some goats or something?"

"Seems reasonable," he says with a straight face until she snorts. "We can always revisit this conversation later."

[septimaseverinawannawrite]

Saturday Seven 03

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing : Cassian Andor x F!Reader

Request: No.

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

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

Rate: T

Words: 390

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

🌹Click to My AO3

(Divider by @saradika)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[writingdumpster]

if you want

pairing: Cassian Andor x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, nipple play, fingering, p in v, fem receiving oral, unprotected sex, manhandling, size! kink, minor dumbification, non sexual tickling

summary: size!kink Cassian

word count 1.8k

“Take this off.”

Cassian’s words were simple but firm. You didn’t want to disobey him, but you weren’t sure you even could have as long as he kept using that voice with you. You were sitting on his lap, straddling him on his couch. He had released your lips to instruct you to remove your shirt. You pulled your shirt off to reveal the plain black bra you were wearing. You hadn’t been planning on having sex that night.

Cassian had come to you asking for your help translating a drive he had gotten that was written in your native language. He had meant for it to be innocent too. He had a small crush on you, but he truly did need your help. He invited you over to work with him, cooking you dinner as a thank you. The two of you had been slowly burning for each other and an evening alone together in Cassian’s home was too much not to ignite the flame. Cassian reached around you and unclasped your bra, tossing it to the side. He let out an involuntary hum of pleasure at the simple sight of your breasts.

“You are even more beautiful than I thought you would be,” he murmured. His hands started at your waist and slowly slid up his body. His calloused fingers ran over the fat of your breasts, cupping them in his hand and squeezing their weight. He moved his thumbs to your nipples carefully running the pads of his thumbs over them. You gasped quietly and Cassian smirked. “Sensitive,” he commented with a smirk.

“More,” you pleaded.

“More what?” He asked.

“Anything,” you told him. He let out a small laugh at your desperation.

“As you wish,” he muttered.

Cassian leaned down and took your left nipple between his lips. You mewled as his tongue flicked against the sensitive point of your breast. His fingers were gently working your other nipple as he kept his mouth locked to your left. Cassian swirled his tongue in a circle around the nub before he pinched your nipple between his teeth and tugged on it gently. You let out a small whine at the slight pain and he kissed your now swollen nipple before switching to the other side and giving it the same treatment.

Your hands were combing through Cassian’s hair as he worked at your breasts. When he switched sides you couldn’t resist anymore. You reached down between your bodies and felt the bulge that was pressing against his pants. It was bigger than you expected it to be. A lot bigger. Cassian’s lips popped off your nipple and he leaned back. He looked down where you were stroking him through his pants and grunted lightly. You rose from his lap and began removing your pants. Cassian shot up and did the same. You pulled your pants off your ankles and then stood back up and saw Cassian bare for the first time.

“Cass!” You exclaimed.

“What?” He asked. “What’s wrong?” He looked down at his body, trying to find what it was that was concerning you, but he didn’t seem to be injured.

“How am I supposed to fit that thing inside me?” You asked. Cassian met your eyes. You truly had shock in them. You definitely hadn’t seen anyone as big as he was before and it made him feral. He grinned.

“I can make it fit, pretty girl,” Cassian assured you.

“But you’re…you’re so big,” you murmured. Cassian chuckled.

“I’m not that big,” he said. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t know, Cass. I’m not sure I can take all of it,” you said nervously.

“I’ll warm you up with my fingers first,” he said. “My hands aren’t that big either,” he joked.

“Yes, they are and you know that too,” you said fiercely. Cassian laughed again.

“Sit down on the edge here,” he called. “Let me take care of you.” You smiled as you seated yourself on his couch. He pushed your legs open with his large hands. His fingers were digging into the tender flesh of your plush thighs. He squeezed the fat there gently before moving his hands further up your legs. He carefully pulled apart your pussy lips, revealing the sticky wetness that he had drawn from you. He could see the small bead of your clit. It was burning red and you would’ve given anything for Cassian to touch you there.

He didn’t need anything from you though. He couldn’t resist touching you himself. He threw your legs over his shoulders and leaned down to your cunt. He licked a small line through your wet slit. You hummed in pleasure. The tip of Cassian’s tongue reached the apex of your slit and moved to your clit, flicking against it a few times and pulling some quiet whines from you. Cassian wanted to see just how loud he could get you to be. He leaned down and latched his lips around your clit, sucking on it harshly. You cried out in surprise.

“Mmm! Cassian!” You moaned. Cassian smirked against you, continuing to suck harshly against your most sensitive spot. He pulled one of your legs off his shoulder, pushing it open wide. He moved his hand up and began running the tip of his index finger over your folds, which were rapidly becoming more and more wet. You reached down and dug your hand into his hair pulling at it. Cassian moaned in response and you tugged a bit harder. While you were distracted he slid his finger into you slowly. You gasped at the welcome intrusion.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Cassian praised. He made a few slow thrusts before adding a second finger. He leaned back down and started flicking at your clit with his tongue again.

“It feels s’good,” you whimpered. Cassian nearly smiled against your cunt. He suddenly pulled your clit between his lips. You wailed in pleasure as your orgasm overtook your body. Your legs clenched around his head and you threw your head back in ecstasy. As your orgasm washed away you released Cassian’s head from your thighs once you realized. Cassian didn’t lean away even when you spread your legs wide, continuing to lap up your cum like it was a prize he’d earned. You whimpered when he brushed your clit again and he leaned away.

“You’re delicious, pretty girl,” Cassian told you. Without any other warnings he stood and grabbed your body, throwing you so that you lay along the length of the couch. You weren’t particularly light, but Cassian was strong and you certainly didn’t mind the way he could take control of your body—and not just by lifting you.

Cassian climbed over the top of you and slotted himself between your legs. His hard cock slapped against your stomach. You looked down and moaned at the pure sight of his cock against your body. Cassian gripped the base of his cock and began lining himself up with your dripping hole.

“Please,” you whimpered. Cassian grinned smugly.

“Don’t get impatient,” Cassian said. His tip finally made contact with your slick entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock around a bit. gathering up your cum. “You’re on birth control?” He asked, suddenly realizing he didn’t have a condom.

“Yeah,” you responded. Cassian hummed happily. He didn’t make his next move though. “Please, Cassian. I need you so bad,” you whined up to him. He chuckled. He was enamored by how desperate you were for him and the little pout that decorated your lips while you waited. You wiggled your hips upwards, trying to force his cock inside you, but he pulled himself out of reach. You whined in disapproval.

“Stop teasing,” you begged. Cassian smirked.

“As you wish,” he said. Suddenly he pushed his cock all the way into you. You wailed in pleasure.

“Ahhh, Cassian!” You cried. Cassian hushed you as he slowly pulled out, just to push back in once more. He developed a steady rhythm after a few minutes of slowly stretching you out. You were moaning in ecstasy, completely in a world of your own. Cassian was relishing in the sight of you falling apart on his cock, not focused on his own pleasure anymore.

“See? You can take me just fine,” Cassian cooed.

“You’re so deep, Cass,” you moaned.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, pretty girl?”

“Mmhmm. Keep going, please, baby,” you moaned. Cassian groaned at the nickname. He craved intimacy with you, beyond just your body.

Cassian adjusted his angle slightly and at his first thrust you let out a dramatic whine unlike any of the previous sounds you had been making. He grinned. He thrust just a bit harder and you nearly screamed at the sensation.

“Did I find the spot?” Cassian asked proudly as your repetitive cries of pleasure filled his ears. You only managed a small hum in response. Cassian laughed. “I fucked you dumb, didn’t I, pretty girl?” He taunted.

“So close, baby,” you murmured. Cassian reached down and began rubbing tight circles against your clit as he continued to fuck you in the spot that made you lose control.

“Come,” Cassian ordered. You were screaming out the moment the command left his lips. Your legs shook and you arched your back away from the couch cushions. Cassian felt the tight grip your cunt had around his cock pulling him in and he only managed a few more broken thrusts before he was hammering himself and filling you with his cum. He groaned into your neck, gasping as he twitched inside you.

The two of you caught your breaths, you with a little more of a struggle since Cassian’s weight was holding you against the couch. He pushed himself off you once you had both settled. He looked down at you with a wide smirk on his face.

“I told you that you could take the whole thing,” Cassian said.

“You’re right, maybe you aren’t big after all,” you joked. Cassian’s smirk fell away.

“No?” His hands moved to your bare waist. He started tickling you. “Then who was it that couldn’t answer me because she was drunk on my cock?” You were laughing wildly, trying to push his hands away.

“Cassian, stop!” You gasped between your giggles.

“Who was it? Huh, princess?” He questioned as he continued tickling you.

“It was me!” You admitted through your laughter. Cassian was smiling as he stopped tickling you. He leaned down and kissed you softly, a smile dancing over his lips as he pulled away.

“You’ll stay tonight, won’t you?” Cassian asked. Your cheeks heated but you nodded.

“If you want,” you said shyly.

“Is it not clear that I want you?” Cassian asked with a boyish grin spreading over his face. Your skin burned and you couldn’t meet his eye, overwhelmed by his flirtations. Cassian tipped your chin with one finger to look at him.

“What do you want, princess?” He asked. You bit your lips as you took a moment to gather your confidence.

“You.”

[twinsunstars]

Bad Batch Ask Game number 13 & 31

13. What jobs do you think each of the Batchers would have in a Modern AU?

Hunter: Maybe be a former soldier in the Army and after retiring, working in retail to help keep the bills going.

Wrecker: A barista or a cook at a restaurant/fast food.

Tech: Work in a technical-based place that has a lot of work with computers or also work in a field focused in science, or also be an analyst.

Crosshair: A police officer or a tattoo artist (I feel like he would nail both)

Echo: A coach/trainer for life skills (swimming, etc)

Omega: Starts with fast food, goes on to work in mechanics or become an Army pilot

31. What other Star Wars characters (regardless of the timeline) do you think would be BFFs with each Batcher?

(this was a very difficult one for me lol)

For Hunter: Din Djarin

For Wrecker: Ezra Bridger, Baze Malbus

For Tech: Chopper, Bodhi Rook

For Crosshair: Anakin Skywalker, Garazeb Orrelios, Sabine Wren

For Echo: Cassian Andor

For Omega: Leia Organa, Jyn Erso, Hera Syndulla