#ch. cassian.

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@lovetold : i think we were meant to find each other.

there is something to be said, about being loved by her. it feels warm, in a way he has never experienced. something he can't quite explain, but it's new. something he could easily get lost in. a protectiveness over her, even if he knows well enough : she can take care of herself. but he wants to take care of her. show her just how much she means to him. how much he loves her. everything feels a little easier with her here. sounds odd perhaps. but the light feels a little brighter, the air a little fresher, the sun a little warmer. feels a little more alive. like she had carried a piece of him all this time & only now did he find it. smile tug at the corner of his lips, hand drift up to rest against the side of her neck : thumb brush along her jaw. lived a long life without her by his side, and he really wouldn't want to go back. meant to find her. meant to love her.     ❝   we were.   ❞      leaning down and there's a soft kiss pressed to her forehead. ❝   i would not have it any other way.   ❞

[syndullahera]

ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY (2016) -dir. Gareth Edwards

[hanalghilan]

Diego Luna as Cassian Andor (2022)

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he knows she can take care of herself & that is not the issue here. perhaps some part of him just hate seeing her hurt. knew she was hurt in the past, and he hadn't been there to stop it. now he was, and she still got hurt. even if it was by devlon who wasn't playing fair at all. still got hurt. hate that she was. hate seeing it and maybe it was some male thing. mate thing. jaw twitch slightly as she hiss, even if he continue to clean the cut : taking a deep breath before eyes shift from the gash and up to hers.    

❝   it's not fine.   ❞      wouldn't have been fine, no matter how it might happen. but knowing it was devlon and knowing he did it after he yielded : it wasn't right. would have been easier to handle if it was anyone else and it had been a fair fight.

maybe she had let the illyrians bait her into the sparring ring. she had even anticipated the cut, hell she had anticipated much worse than this. their view of females was small-minded, supposed to be an eye-opener for them. proving that a female was just as capable of fighting as a male was. a slight roll of dark eyes, followed by a small hiss as the damp cotton swipes against the cut. 

     ❝ easy now, ❞     her thumb brushing over his wrists, leaning into his touch slightly.     ❝ i should’ve known he wouldn’t fight fair. ❞     reluctantly devlon had yielded to her, the tip of her sword nicking his throat as he lay on the ground. not even a second after her back had been turned to him he had struck.     ❝ i’ll be fine in a day or two. ❞

[acourtofladydeath]

WIP Wednesday: TTBW Ch 3

Hello loves!

For your midweek snack I have a snippet of "Take These Broken Wings" Chapter 3.

Not caught up on the fic yet? Read the first two chapters here on AO3!

"A Dark Black Night" is scheduled to post this weekend barring major complications. Keep reading under the cut for your tasty little snack!

After a moment’s hesitation, Nesta placed a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “I’m here for you too, Az. You are not alone. I know your history. You know ours. I’m not sorry about a single thing the three of us have done, separately or together. And I won’t let anything they say make me regret it. Keep that in mind for me, won’t you?” Time seemed to stand still as Azriel stepped forward and embraced Nesta, their emotions eddying around them in an almost visible flurry. His arms wrapped tightly around her as he buried his face in her pale blue Illyrian wool dress. She wore the same armor adornments over the fabric as she’d done that night. Nesta wasn’t shying away, not from a single thing. So why should Azriel? He held her tight as his shadows began to swirl around them both, cocooning them in darkness and muffling any words they might say. Azriel pulled back just enough to speak. “He’s truly okay?” Nesta let out a little exasperated laugh, her face falling from her proud mask into worry. “Not even a little bit. But he’s ready for today, and that’s all we can ask for right now.” She looked up at Azriel with tender concern before asking, “are you?”

Stay tuned to find out if Cassian, Nesta, and Azriel can get through this day.

[thestarswholisten]

This is war. We don’t have the luxury of good ideas - only picking between bad ones.

[starwarscultureweek]

Day 5 - Food

Probably nothing is more popular or easily recognizable than food. Food almost defines a culture before anything else. National dishes and local delicacies help bring countless people together. Immigration, colonialism, disasters, and far-reaching trade networks have changed food maps for eons.

What are the foods that make up Star Wars? What foods would you put into Star Wars? We've seen the tomato slices and drum sticks from The Clone Wars, the infamous war rations, and the popular nuna. Mandalorians have uj cake, while Jedi might have their own versions of home delicacies. Maybe there are outer space versions of jollof rice or moon cakes. Show us what you got!

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he is happy they are here. both lysandra & evangeline, and it felt right. that they were here and got to see what velaris was like. like something clicked into place and he wouldn't have it any other way. met under entirely different circumstances, but now they were at peace and they could take their time to figure this out. soft hum as one hand grasp hers, bringing it up and place a gentle kiss to the back of her hand.     ❝   i would stay with you forever, if you allowed me.   ❞      there is no leaving her, think he found home in her. a warm feeling when she is around. ❝   what answer will come from that ?   ❞

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜ cassian and lysandra

a goodnight kiss, she is tempted. evangeline was asleep, curled up in the bed that was hers. velaris was kind to both of them - no one looked at her scars. no one asked about the dark pasts they had both come from, not even cassian. he was there for both of them, had been from the start. " will you leave then ? because my answer might depend on yours, lord cassian. " she teases, she wanted him to stay the night, but she didn't want to ask. so instead she teases him a bit.

meme: how about a kiss goodnight ? - an assortment of dialogue prompts. accepting.

[eddiemunscns]

Lissa Vale in Andor 

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[jake-and-amy-are-married]

ao3 wrapped is always so interesting! 9, 19 and 30 if you want to answer :)

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

In the year of the lord 2023 I discovered melshian and all the angsty angst angst these two can inflict on each other, thank you(?) tony gilroy!

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

@faceofpoe has introduced me to the wonderful love hexagon that is bix x melshi x cassian, can't WAIT to do more damage to these three's psyche, can you imagine??!

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

I've genuinely improved??!! This was the first year after nearly three years where I wrote more consistently and more deliberately, with intent. My writing style has improved, and I can ensure that challenging characters like Cassian and Melshi don't lose their complexity in the context of a fic.

So. Yeah. Definitely the fact that I can see my writing evolve.

Thank you for asking!

anyone else wanna play? ao3 wrapped [writers edition]

[dunbonnets]

✧. ┊ Cruel Summer, a Bridgerton fanfic written by Bee

For as long as any of them can remember, the Bridgertons and the Cartwrights have had a bitter rivalry. One that started with their great-grandfathers, no one can quite remember why or how such a rivalry happened. Even now, almost 100 years later, the Bridgertons and the Cartwrights still hold that rivalry.

Like the other Bridgertons, Miriam was well aware of her family's age-old rivalry with their neighbors. When the Cartwright's eldest son begins courting her, she's initially against it, as is the rest of her family. There's something so captivating about Cassian Cartwright, and Miriam is suddenly unable to stay away from him. Her eyes are always looking for him in the sea of people at every ball, she is always hoping he is amongst the callers come to see her.

Cassian Cartwright did not intend to fall in love with Miriam Bridgerton. It was supposed to start out as harmless fun for him and his brothers, getting the young Bridgerton girl to fall in love with him. Infuriating the Bridgertons by courting one of their own was funny to the Cartwright brothers, and by the end of the season, he would leave Miriam Bridgerton with a broken-heart and even more desirable to other suitors.

But when he suddenly has competition for Miriam's heart, he finds himself taking such a task more serious than he intended.

edited by dunbonnets | jan. 2023

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there was never enough time. her visits here always too brief and too abrupt in nature & always ended sooner than he would like. so maybe he is stalling in the only way he knows how, because usually it leaves them both lost on time. most efficient way anyways. plus, he quite like this. likes feeling her hands on him, her body pressed against his own, the warmth of her radiating into him. her back pressed against the wall : his hands splayed out against her hips, keeping her close. feels like home & he isn't quite ready to let it go. let her go. wants to enjoy this as long as possible. one hand drift up to her face and slide back, fingers curling into her hair as he kiss her, leaning more into her.

@moiraied. starter call + passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall.

[hanalghilan]

you're the one way out ( x )

[shadowglens]

Where was Portia during the battle on Scarif? 👀

Send me an episode/chapter/scene/ect. and I’ll tell you what my OC was doing during it

being a coward. cassian had offered for her to come with them, had known it was a suicide mission but had still found her in the shadows of yavin and asked if she'd help fight the empire one last time, and portia had refused. she hadn't been brave enough to die with him, and had instead watched him and jyn fly off to their certain dooms without having even said goodbye.

her fear and anger and hatred about the whole situation had eventually boiled over though, and she'd stolen a fighter on yavin and flown out on the fringes of the fleet to scarif just as the battle had reached it's head. she saw the death star appear in her periphery, saw the beam, saw vader's ship arrive, saw the shock wave devastate the base. it wasn't until the rebel frequencies were overcome with panic as the fleet tried to escape vader that she punched the hyperdrive and ran away, leaving the rebels to their fates.

she ended up cutting the hyperdrive halfway to whatever coordinates she'd entered, and sat drifting in her stolen fighter with the weight of cassian's death hanging over her (and jyn's, and saw's) for what felt like hours, before getting herself together and continuing on to her destination.

[acipaer-at-scribare]

@lovetold : you’ve got a lot of explaining to do .

he had snuck out earlier , claws of rhysand at his mental shield & it was important enough to untangle himself from her arms : no matter how much he would rather stay in bed with her all day . door open and he hoped he could get back before she woke up , but she was standing in the middle of their bedroom and eyes land on her a second later . beauty always striking . especially now , with the sun slowly rising & washing her in hues of pink and orange . wings tuck in tight behind him as he close the door behind him : walking over to her in three long strides . hint of a smile tugging at corner of lips , hands go to either side of her face as he leans down : forehead lightly rest against hers .     ❝   i would much rather have been here .   ❞      voice a soft rumble between them , head tilt just a mite to the side : nose nuzzle against hers . ❝   anything i can do to earn your forgiveness ?   ❞

[acourtofladydeath]

WIP Wednesday: TTBW Ch 4

Hello loves, I'm here to say there are only 2 scenes left in TTBW Ch 4: "All Your Life" for me to write, and then the it's off to the Beta gremlins (affectionate).

If you aren't caught up on TTBW, you can read it here on AO3!

Beneath the cut you can catch a little sneak peak of what's to come. Snippet TW: depression.

Cassian just sat, gazing after the clouds that floated by with his eyes full of an emotion that Nesta couldn’t quite place. She walked toward the door and looked back, only for a moment, and took in her mate. “I’ll be gone for less than an hour, okay?” She didn’t tell him how to contact her. She knew Cassian knew how, but also that he wouldn’t. Her mate had barely spoken to her, and she couldn’t blame him after all she and Azriel had revealed during the trial. After everything that had been said about him. “I love you, Cassian.” Without looking back after she spoke, Nesta left quickly for the library. Something inside her twisted, and she wondered if she had made the right decision. When the door closed, Cassian forced himself to gaze unseeingly out the window for a minute longer. She couldn’t know, couldn’t suspect. It would ruin everything. Once he was sure he could no longer hear her footsteps, Cassian stood on unsteady feet and walked toward his bedside table. 

Stay tuned for more where this came from, hopefully very soon!