#cassian andor x ofc

[heartofwritiing]

The Captain and his lover

“Cass,” you giggle as he nudges your noses together, pulling you closer to him until no space is between you.

some y/n x cassian while I finish up this fic for you guys!

#cassian andor my beloved #cassian andor x reader #cassian andor #andor #star wars #star wars fanart #fanart #proceate art #cassian andor x fem!reader #cassian andor x ofc!reader #art #rouge one #rouge one fanart #fanfiction #x reader #reader art #y/n art

[miraclesabound]

Mini-Golf Headcanons

"Birthday Golf" - Frankie and Rose and their girls - set after "The Beginning of the End"

"Around the Course" - Cassian and his Earthling - set after "Beyond the Sea"

#frankie morales x ofc #cassian andor #cassian x reader

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[ladyxskywalker]

NOV 2022

fandoms featured on this list: star wars, rogue one, andor, moon knight, pedro pascal, triple frontier, multi. fandom

* coffee fund *

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

** I have been taking a little break from the blog, so the Nov & Dec reading list will be a little shorter than usual. There are some really great finds here that I think you will love ! Hope you will stick around xo **

hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Dec 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

STAR WARS

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Making Out with Ani by @laserbrains (gn!reader) **

✨ Din Djarin

Din Djarin helping with your fear of animals by @archieimagines (cw: fear, anxiety, banthas)

Feel It by @ezrasbirdie (din x cobb) **

Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (f!reader)

Oceans in the Desert by @wyn-n-tonic (cw: grief, loss)

Ranting to Din while he repairs the Razor Crest by @archieimagines

Shatter Me (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader) (a season two divergent series)

Touching Din by @archieimagines (sfw touching, angst)

✨ Fennec Shand

Indigo by @artemiseamoon (modern, cinderella, fairytale au) (prince!fennec x ofc)

✨ Luke Skywalker

Shower/Bath Sex with Luke by @laserbrains (afab!reader) **

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

Crystal Clear by @hellotherekenobi (gn!reader) (cw: battle, injuries, anxiety)

First Lady by @tropodyn (sith!obi wan) (f!reader) (link no longer available 😭)

Stardust (And Other Varieties) by @wickedscribbles (cis afab reader) (cw: implied age gap, force bone, library, mature adult content) **

Temptation’s Kiss by @hellotherekenobi

✨ Poe Dameron

Alright, That Happened by @dreamlandcreations (cw: hair pulling, kinktober) **

Survive Now, Then Flirt by @flightlessangelwings (cw: mild violence, angst) (gn!reader)

You Are In Love (series) by @alwritey-aphrodite (modern au) (f!reader)

ANDOR

✨ Cassian Andor

Hold Me Through the Storm by @archieimagines

✨ Kino Loy

Hoping Against Hope by @saradika (kino loy x wife!oc) **

✨ Ruescott Melshi

Before. When. After. by @littlemisspascal (a three part prison /narkina 5 au) (f!reader) **

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Marc Spector

Helping Marc Through a Panic Attack by @archieimagines (cw: grief, panic, anxiety, nightmares, DID, ptsd, angst)

Marc Winking At You In Public by @archieimagines

✨ Steven Grant

Asking Steven Out to Dinner by @archieimagines

Complaining to Steven About Work by @archieimagines

Dream A Little Dream of Me by @redahlia-writes (f!reader) (fake dating, christmas time)

I’m Right Next Door by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

I’m Yours by @in-between-the-cafes (f!reader)

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Love you, endlessly by @artemiseamoon (ofc) (read in full on ao3)

✨ Frankie Morales

Seen by @clydesducktape (werewolf au) (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Characters

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

A Fall Getaway by @artemiseamoon (f!reader) (read in full on ao3)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ The Amazing Spider Man

Keeping Secrets by @luveline (cw: blood, injuries)

✨ Black Pather: Wakanda Forever

(** may contain spoilers **)

Namor the Sub-Mariner

My Queen, My Sun and My Sea by @mooncleaver (f!talokan!reader) (cw: death, colonizers)

✨️ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries

An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x the originals) **

✨ Werewolf by Night

Jack Russell

Night Crawling (series) by @moonlight-prose (f!reader)

#star wars fanfiction #andor fanfiction #moon knight fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #tasm fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #the originals fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #pxk monthly reading list 💌 #pxk queue #fic recs 💫

[artemiseamoon]

Do you trust me?

Cassian Andor x ofc

Words: 1,237

Warnings: pretty light, an injury, missed bullet, bandaging wounds

Whumpril 2023 masterlist | days: 12,14 & 15

This is a preview * read in full on A03

Tensions were high as they reached the last leg of the mission. The threat of death was always near, lurking in the shadows or right in front of one’s face.

Still, she’d die for this; getting the underserved what they needed. The wealthy hoarded resources, greedy beasts taking everything in excess, and it left many without, or with far less than they need to get by.

Each mission she took could be Jae’s last, and she was content with that, as long as she was making a difference. Sometimes, it felt like it, other times it didn’t.

As she got her last haul of supplies the ship the team did a final check, someone was missing.

“Dammit, Martrev is mis - “before she could get her words out, gunfire erupted in the distance. “I told you; we didn’t need a newbie!” She shouted back at Millam, then carefully advanced forward, ready to fire.

Jae and the team return fire as the enemies attacked, they’re outnumbered, 9 of them to 4 of her own team. As they fire back, taking cover when needed, she keeps an eye out for Martrev.

After killing one guard, then another, she swung left and was nearly hit with a shot to her left arm, it barely missed her.

“Fuck!”

“Sorry! I - I thou-” Martrev lowered his weapon, regret in his eyes.

“You don’t recognize your own damn team!” she hissed, then glanced at her arm, the suit was skimmed, but no cut. As he reached for her arm, she moved back, “get away from me, get back to the ship!”

Read in full on A03

More Rogue One (don’t have an Andor list yet)

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#cassian andor #cassian andor x oc #andor fanfiction #whumpril 2023 #last one of the day #time to unplug now

[ladykatakuri]

Stardust Reblog Challenge Sept 19th

Somehow I could not add to my Masterlist, so I am adding here to the second one for this challenge

Sun and Rain, Hunter x F! O.C by: @photogirl894 NSFW

19th:

Echo: Sweet Love, Echo x Virgin F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

TBB HC`s - Playing Trustfall by: @zoeykallus SFW

Clone Trooper Rambles: Haircut by @wanderinginksplot SFW

Notes on Tutoring Chap. 31, Dave York x F!Reader by: @honestly-shite NSFW

Falling for You, TBB x GN!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

Relaxing, Quality Time, Fox x GN!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

TBB x Reader HC`s Regain Trust After Order 66 by: @zoeykallus SFW

Echo - There for you 22, Things left unsaid Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Walk me Home: Prologue by: @cyarbika SFW ( this is the next part to No Strings Attached people !!!!!!! )

TBB x F!Reader - Bra-less Comfort by: @zoeykallus Slightly NSFW

20th:

Kindred Chapter 1, Hunter x F!O.C by: @clonecyaree SFW

In Perfect Light Chapter 31, Crosshair x F!Reader by: @interstellarwraith SFW

TBB, Rex and Cody x F!Reader, The Savior and the Hostage by: @zoeykallus SFW

Barista to Sugar Baby, Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader by: @absurdthirst and co written by: @storiesofthefandomlovers NSFW

Only Room in the Inn, Pero Tovar x F!Reader by: @absurdthirst co written by @storiesofthefandomlovers

21st:

Sun and Rain Chapter 52, Hunter x Kimber ( F!OC ) by: @photogirl894 SFW

22nd:

Hunter: Dirty Little Thief 13 by @zoeykallus SFW

Wiggle Room, Tech x F!Reader by: @tech-deck NSFW

26th:

Gar Cyare Chapter 3 by: @wanderinginksplot SFW

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken {Oberyn Martell x F!Reader x Pero Tovar} by: @absurdthirst NSFW

Wild Abandon Chapter 10, Ezra x F!Reader by: @starlightmornings NSFW

In Perfect Light Chapter 32, Crosshair x F!Reader by: @interstellarwraith SFW

Ask for me Again, Cassian Andor x F!Reader by: @princessxkenobi NSFW

Deserve, Marc Specter x F!Reader (implied Steven Grant x F!Reader ) by: @softlybarnes NSFW

Walk me Home Chapter 1, Wolffe x Cherise (OFC) by: @cyarbika SFW

27th:

Little Secrets, Tech x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Insights and Glimpses, TBB x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW ( some little suggestive thingies )

I need your Help, TBB x Depressed Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Wedding Night, TBB, Howzer x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Hot Blood, Cassian Andor x Curby F!Reader by: @weasleywinchester NSFW

The Reunion, TBB and many others X F!OC`s by: @imabeautifulbutterfly SFW

28th:

My Sweet Traitor, Imp!Crosshair x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

I`ve got so much love for you, Fives x Virgin F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFWish

Memories Lost and Found, TBB/Wolffe and Fox x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Cold Hands, TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW ( partly suggestive )

Stay Close VI, modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader by: @ezrasbirdie NSFW

29th:

TBB x F!Reader HC`s, Hiding your pregnancy from them by: @zoeykallus SFW

Bloodlust part 7, Din Djarin x F!Reader by: @dindjarindiaries NSFW

Taglist: @imabeautifulbutterfly@chaoticvampirejedi@hellothere-generalangsty@cyroku@reluctant-mandalore@uponrightful@zinzinina@saradika@galacticgraffiti@ashotofspotchka@dindjarindiaries@dinbeskarbaby@djarrex@djarinsbeskar@rowansparrow@photogirl894@rigelmoonshine@rigel-the-moonstrider@nahoney22@loth-wolffe@neon-junkie@bobafetts-princess@cyarbika@charnelhouse@zoeykallus@kin-rokku@jgvfhl@honestly-shite@here-comes-the-moose@dindjarindiaries@firstofficerwiggles@fictional-men-ruin-lives @ladysongmaster @lozalot @moonstrider9904@lorjukka@m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @rain-on-kamino @monako-jinn-stories @middimidoris

[jyndor]

I’m the Bixcassian anon and it’s no bait. And I’m not saying she and Jyn would be rivals, I’m simply stating that I think Cassian never stopped loving Bix and thought about her on his last moments, what’s the problem on that? I have nothing against Jyn, I think she’s not very interesting but I don’t hate on her. And I think Cassian loved Bix until his last day because she’s the love of his life

lol that's literally just your opinion anon, I'm happy it makes you feel better to think that cassian "you're not the only one who's lost everything" andor is disappointed and heartbroken and experiencing no second chances at love in his last days and last moments. hope that brings you comfort, but also know it's literally just your headcanon. in that it's not based on actual canon but hey I am part of the rogue one fandom, we have all kinds of delusional headcanons so welcome to the club. for instance cassian opens his eyes in the last second so obviously a ship comes and saves them and he notices it and they live.

in all seriousness if you haven't read the rogue one novelization it may actually give you a new appreciation for all of the characters in rogue one because it does a lot of work to make up for what the reshoots likely did to a lot of these characters. the novel was written like years and years ago so it mentions cassian's old backstory but I'm sincerely recommending it for some good character work. I think there are a lot of people in the andor fandom who didn't spend much time in the rogue one fandom and I highly recommend reading the rogue one novels (catalyst, rebel rising even though it's not my favorite it fleshes out saw and jyn's relationship, ofc the novelization) because they're really helpful to understanding the characters a bit better. especially since cassian is so different in andor.

I'm gonna give you some advice on fandom etiquette: telling someone who ships something that their ship is dumb and not as good as your ship is kind of weird. the reason I think you may be baiting me is like first off there's been a dickhead going around harassing queer wlw who ship rebelcaptain and saying things about how melshi is cassian's true love and jyn blows lol WHICH OKAYY i guess we all have hobbies, and also I've been in fandom for a long ass time. ive seen how trolls behave. I didn't grow up in the atla fandom to not be able to smell ship war baiting a mile away.

I'm not trying to argue about b*xcassian because who cares what i have to say about them since I don't like their dynamic as a ship in the show. lol go find some fellow shippers to talk about how bland jyn is and how much, despite all evidence to the contrary, cassian has no interest in her.

it's one thing to go to someone and say "hey let's talk about x ship we disagree on and what you don't like" but don't be shocked that people might think you're a troll when you come at them with a ship they've explained that they don't like and also saying their otp doesn't actually mean anything lol

luckily this stuff just makes me laugh but no anon, I have no way of knowing you're sincere. you go on anon and you forfeit the right to be shocked when people don't take you at your word on things. that's the trade off for being able to communicate anonymously.

anyway I live on trolly anons so if you are trolling please feed me seymour feed me now, if you are sincere do just try to avoid doing this to other people in the future because some people find it hurtful.

#anti-bixcassian #just in case because i really dont want to be hating on them but show fans are being Like This #answered #asks #andorshitpost #anonymous #lol what is happening #fandom wankery #fandom drama

[septimaseverina]

꧁Introduction꧂

Greeting everyone who accidentally discover this random blog.

♛ this is the very personal blog. It contains both serious and shit posts. Also; I reblog whatever I love, I like, I wanna and I need to. Sometimes, I ramble, whine, do carthasis-ing.

🌈 I go with the 'SeptimaSeverina' alias, because I like number 7 and I want to acquire Latin.

✅ You can call me Sept, Jo (derived from my Cantonese name that my father had given me) and Sreesaptaa or Ravindaa (रविन्दा - my sanskrit names)

🌐 South East Asian. I was born and live here for my entire life. My country is not entirely looking good as you see in multimedia, but somes are real - like faking-Democracy etc.

🏛 Skeptic + Epicurean + Stoic (trying) + Yogic

📝 Still learning Sanskrit, Spanish, Italian, French, Ancient Greek, Latin, Gaelic, Irish

💯 My family members and my closest friends define me as 'nerdy', 'artsy', 'indie', 'Tsunami-like', 'goth', 'emo', 'kinda-complicated' and so many.

🤓 Love to learn and study almost everything, but too lazy to get another degrees. Because I'm tired and so done with educational system. Being self-learner has more freedom and don't have to convince some old-fashioned and arrogant lecturers to open their minds for the new hypothesises - moreover, it's better to debate with free thinkers.

🌌 I ran the Arno Dorian Imagine. But I've found out, nope. My love for fandom is not only one fandom.

So, my main fandoms are

✺ Star Wars

✺ Assassin's Creed

✺ Dishonored

✺ Period Dramas

✺ Doctor Who

✺ TV Series

✺ Films (Worldwide!)

☆ Loves of my life -> Diego Luna/Cassian Andor, Ewan McGregor/Obi-Wan Kenobi and Dev Patel

🌺 And, another obsession favourite topics are;

✴ Language (Including Linguistic, Etymology, Philology etc. AKA Everything about language)

✴ History (worldwide history, art history, fashion history and etc.)

✴ Arts (painting, sculpture, architecture and etc.)

✴ Archaeology

✴ Astrology

✴ Universal Lore and Mythology

✴ Comparative Religion

✴ Astronomy

✴ Aesthetic

✴ Cultures

✴ Anthropology

🌹 I have planned to draw and painting again, after 8 years of torment. I'm gonna post my arts on new blog and opening commission in future.

🌻 Also, fan fiction writing, I write reader inserts in English for female readers and Canon Male Characters x OFCs here.

🍀Thank you for reading and understanding.🍀

📍Note : my blog is full of spoilers.

🔪 Note 2 : Every scam. Try me or you will be mortified. I AM GONNA DO THAT FROM YOUR MOTHERS'FAVOURITE CHAIRS.

🪓 Note 3 : If you try to flirt with me and hitting on me, you are gonna be blocked too.

[lvb-writer]

Ships similar to bellarke?

So I've come to realize that my favorite type of ship is VERY specific: popular noncanon enemies to lovers in science fiction and fantasy stories. Usually, the ships that completely capture my heart have to have all these elements. I’d really like to write a ship similar to this in my own original fiction. But after wracking my brain, I could only come up with 4 ships that fit this criteria: Bellarke (ofc), Zutara (Zuko x Katara from Avatar The Last Airbender), Sambucky (Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes from the MCU), and Rebelcaptain (Cassian Andor and Jyn Erso from Rogue One). To a lesser extent, I'm a fan of Dramione and Stormpilot as well. And I know of other ships, but I'm not a super huge fan of them (Stucky is an example).

So my question is: do you know of any other ships (perhaps from sci fi and fantasy media I haven't consumed) that are this type of ship: popular noncanon enemies to lovers? If so, please drop them below! Thanks!

#enemies to lovers #ships #bellarke #zutara #sambucky #rebelcaptain #dramione #stormpilot #noncanon #science fiction #fantasy

[septimaseverinawannawrite]

Greeting, Dear Readers. 😊😊😊

At first, I said I would write for male canon characters x female readers only, I still do. Like I have always stated, this is the safe space for female and every one whose sexual orientation is defined as ' preferring men, having female's organs (by any cause) - but not seriously putting on the label'.

Now, I'm humbly telling you this;

I'm gonna post my male canon characters x OFCs' fan fictions on this blog too. Because it's the creative way, in my opinion, to interpret and study those characters.

I've written them in my native language, but only a few readers pay attention to these kind of works. The main targets who read them are my OFCs writers' sisters. I've found out that these fan fictions are positive in AO3 and Tumblr. Also, I think it's one of many way to improve my English grammar, since I've begun to restart as a writer.

Moreover, above from self-indulgent mini one shots and one shots, I'm gonna build my own discipline on writing. I decide to write, based on my own activity. I name it "Saturday Seven".

Yes it's like Sunday Six. I don't prefer number 6. It's kinda personal criteria. I was born on saturday. Many cultures and lores consider that number 7 is relating to saturday. So, that's it.

Last but not least, I know that I may write for Cassian Andor and Obi-Wan many fics in a row. Afraid not! I'm not gonna write only these two loves of my life characters, I will write others. And I'm , definitely, gonna create the masterlist - for both website version and mobile's app for sure. Also, the request when I'm ready. Please keep calm and stay tune.

Sept

29/01/2023

[obirains-archive]

Filaments

The Sun and the Moon and the Sea I.5

Summary: In the aftermath of the execution, Cassian and Mirian are left to pick up the pieces. As the sky darkens and the air freezes, and as Cassian's anger burns hotter and hotter, he struggles to accept the close of his first, long day. The first of how many?

Word Count: 6000

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, depictions of grief, references and reflections of canon-typical violence

Series Masterlist + Taglist

ch. 4  //  ch. 5  //  ch. 6

Reblogs are the best way to support writers on Tumblr. If you enjoyed this fic, please consider reblogging and commenting!

+ A thank you to @oloreaa​ for the nickname “Miri”!

Cassian still remembered the first time he killed a man. Hiding behind leafless brambles, clothes torn and small fingers bleeding, covered head to toe in the mud of the Festian spring thaw, squinting through a foggy scope. The soldier walked alone. The soldier's back was turned. Cassian could never fight him face to face. Cassian had orders. Cassian was eight. 

These men on the ridge, these five crumpled bodies—they weren't his kills and he wasn't their killer. He hadn't held the gun today. That was for the Imps, for other men with orders. So why, fuck, why did he feel so sick? Why the guilt? He'd done nothing. He was nothing here. 

His shirt felt wet. His shirt was moving. Cassian looked down. Sedra was still there. And Sedra was crying. How long had he held her there? Long enough for the birds to shriek and take flight, circling and diving and rising again into a failing sun. Adjourned.

Cassian let go of her, quickly. The girl shot away to her mother, held onto her sleeve. He shook his head in a daze. In a dream. It was the light, he told himself. Dreamlight that washed the landscape red, Mirian, red, with Sara in her arms and the girl beside her. Ugly, ugly light. He wished the clouds would close the gap. He got to his feet.

Fuck, his knees ached.

Looking around, everything was the same. Clusters of people clung to each other, shrubs overlooking dying grass: a man and woman with ancient faces, veiny, trembling, interlocked hands; a Mirialan woman on her knees, dark-haired, human-complexioned son in her arms; a tall, dark-skinned man kneeling next to his mother, head resting against her stomach. There were more further down, before the sleek, trooper-manned transport. They stood at attention and stared across the valley. Cassian stared back. 

Commandant Riceter broke the silence and the hushed, forbidden weeping. 

"Go back to your homes. Night is falling."

And they did. Little by little like the thaw and the not-yet spring. 

A few from the crowd, friends and neighbors and the otherwise bold, joined the families at the front. They laid hands on them, gently helped them stand. Sara Yarem stayed put, and Mirian with her. 

Cassian stood alone. 

"My apologies, Mr. Skova." The Commandant descended down stairs roughly cut into the rock. He sidestepped Mirian and Sara, approaching Cassian with his usual languidness. His eyes shone ghostly in the last, unfading glow from Kepnos's noxious city lights. The execution squad stood silently behind him. Cassian fixed his eyes on their helmets.

"It's a nasty business, certainly." Riceter looked at the ridge with a shade of fake regret. "Particularly unpleasant for your first day. But I hear Eleos suffers similarly."

Cassian said nothing.

"We are lucky, then," he said pointedly, "that this isn't frequent, or else that might be too much for us all to bear. Especially for our young Point over here. Competent and loyal to a fault—" Cassian's stomach turned. "—but still new to it all."

"How new?"

"Well, older, actually, than almost anyone. She's lived here ten years or more. But she is new to the work." Riceter shook his head. "I myself only arrived three years ago, right before Mirian the Mother died—after a decade in Huvo, that is. Have you heard of it?"

"Vaguely."

"Well," Riceter replied, "if you ever have the chance, I'd certainly recommend a look around. The Empire has done a particularly magnificent job of setting its barbarism into order. We've set up factories and industrial centers to put its citizens to good work; we've set up schools to educate their children, and to discipline them: Huvo is well on its way to maturing into a most industrious Imperial state, one of our finest successes. Have you ever heard of the Huvon black hawk, Mr. Skova?"

"No."

"Half bird, half amphibian: they can soar over a hundred and fifty thousand feet in the air, yet can dive and swim among the creatures of the Huvan reefs. Nearly extinct now," he added sadly. "They lived primarily in Huvo's great seaside forests, which have been mostly cut down out of necessity. However, I did manage to snag one for my private aviary. A beautiful creature it is, the poor thing. Mirian, my dear!"

Mirian stood, straight and still and ready as a droid. Her clothes were dirty. 

"Yes, Commandant."

"I've determined that you and your Second will visit in two weeks' time. He should be well-established in the position by then, and just in time before the freeze. You'll take care of him well, I trust? Keep him out of trouble?"

"Yes, Commandant."

"Splendid!" He clapped his hands with that mildly saccharine restraint. "I will remind you the day before. Have a good night, my dear Mirian. A brief one too, let us hope. And you, Mr. Skova..."

Riceter lowered his voice and leaned closer, close enough to make Cassian's stomach crawl. "... Your position has been empty for far too long. I hope that, with your support, mishaps like these may be better avoided. And a good night to you, my friend."

He left for his transport. His hands were clasped firmly behind his back; his back was firmly turned. Oh, how Cassian would have loved to use him for target practice. His shoes looked too clean for this muddy earth. 

Mirian knelt again, muttering into Sara's ear. They both forced themselves to their feet on shaky knees, in ash-caked clothes. 

"Skova!" She was already walking past him. "Take care of Sedra, please."

Take care? Care of what? Sedra was fine. Sedra didn't like him, or wouldn't like him later. Why should she? Happy just as she was at her mother's skirts.

"Skova!"  

Cassian grit his teeth— just a kid— grit his teeth and closed the gap in one long stride. He laid a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Walk with me, Sedra."

The girl stopped, wrapped her arms around herself, and looked him up and down. "Who are you?"

"Skova. Well—" Cassian choked on his words. "I'm Amrodoro. Skova."

Her eyes narrowed; she leaned away. Cassian started to panic. Why the panic? This was a kid. A fucking kid. 

"You can—call me Amrod if that's easier."

"My name is Sedra."

"Yes." He glanced ahead; Mirian and Sara were yards ahead now. He held out his hand. "Let's walk, Sedra."

She paused—would she? what then?—but put her small, slight hand in his. Her fingers were cold; Cassian gripped them tighter. He walked slower for her short legs. Not that the others set a rough pace. He was glad—it meant he slipped less often. Especially now. It was getting dark. 

"Who are you?"

"Amrod."

"What do you do here?"

"I help Mirian."

"You and Miri?"

"... Yes." Cassian's face twitched. "Me and Miri."

Sedra's fingers relaxed a little in his. They were getting warmer. 

Several minutes passed in silence. The four of them kept Kepnos at their backs; far ahead something dully reflected its ugly blue light. The bogs. North and maybe a little East. Far, far from the house. The Mirian House, they'd called it this morning. Midmorning. It was evening now, close to night. Miri of the Mirian House. Cassian tested the name once more on his tongue. He hated the taste.

"Uncle Sergo was there," the girl said suddenly.

Cassian bit his tongue and looked to Mirian. Her back was turned. She was no help. 

"He was."

"He plays Catchem with me. You play Catchem?"

"I don't know what it is."

"Huh." Another pause. "Uncle Sergo got me swords."

"Swords?" Panic welled again. Cassian felt silly. "Where'd he find swords around here?"

"Under the black houses. He takes me there sometimes. Mama doesn't like it unless she comes. Then she tells me to sit by the tree. But sometimes Bobbidy comes."

Cassian had no idea what she was talking about but let her go on; short, matter-of-fact sentences. He was unreasonably tense. Why panic? Fucking kids. He'd been a kid too, once. A long time ago. Like everyone. He couldn't remember it, couldn't remember what to say. Should he say anything at all? He'd been a kid who'd lost family once. All of them, actually. What did people tell him? He couldn't remember. 

Didn't help that she'd apparently adopted Mirian's delivery. Miri. Downright unsettling. 

"How old are you, Sedra?"

"Six. I turned six two weeks ago. Actually... three weeks ago."

"Well. A happy birthday to you."

Cassian asked nothing else. 

It was pitch black by the time they stopped. C-Series still whirred here and there in the streets like artificial torches, belts pulsing white and orange and gold. With Kepnos they cast a warm, muddy light over the glinting muddy streets, and the people who walked them—fewer now; still very much alive. Cassian's eyes stuck on their hardened faces. They knew. They'd seen. No one spoke. 

Mirian and Sara disappeared into a little door. Seconds later soft, yellow light streamed through the opening. Sedra pulled her hand from his. His fingers felt cold.

"Come on, Amrod."

Cassian followed her through to the little house. 

Very little. A single, rectangular room with a low roof; three dingy white walls and one on the right of poorly paneled wooden slats. Bits of light shone through from the other side along with unfamiliar voices. A two-family house. In the far right corner beside a single yellow lamp hung a set of bunk beds—slabs of metal protruding from the plaster wall, covered with sleep mats and sparse bedding and draped with torn clothes. Sara Yarem sat on the lower bed, resting her head in her hand, staring at the sandy, unswept ground. Across the room Mirian had straightened her scarf again and worked at the makeshift stove, a thin metal tile balanced on half of an old heat generator. 

Sedra laid her head on Sara's knee. "Mama?"

"Yes, baby."

"Can I show him my swords?"

"Yes, baby."

The girl scrambled up some sacks from the end of the bed and emptied them into her hand. 

"Here." She showed Cassian. Two spiral screws lay in her palm. 

"What are they?"

"They're our swords. Here."

She jabbed one towards his chest. Cassian flinched; his heart pounded.

No panic. Fucking kids. 

He glanced at Mirian. She'd put a pot on the stove and was measuring out a helping of rice. She watched him from the side. Cassian waited for her to tell him what to do. A Skova!; a jerk of the head. Mirian looked away. Nothing. 

Cassian accepted the screw. 

The girl smiled and held up her sacks—not sacks but dolls, two of them, oval heads the length of their flattened bodies, hairless, mouthless, charcoal streaks for eyes, made from what looked like faded rice bags; loose threads tied off their grotesquely oblong limbs. 

She shook the doll in her right hand. "This is Bobbidy—" then her left; "—and this is Graida."

They were identical. Cassian pretended to tell the difference.

"These are their swords?"

She nodded. "Do you wanna play Catchem?"

Back to Mirian. No sign from her yet. The frothing pot reminded Cassian of his hunger, and his thirst, and his exhausted eyes, and his cold fingers, and his overheated head. But no, no. This wasn't the time, this wasn't right. 

"I'll play."

"Sit down. No, here."

Sedra dragged him from the door to the center of the room; he had to bite back a laugh. It felt so wrong here, small and chairless with a silent, grieving stranger on one side and a silent Imp on the other, but he hadn't had a kid boss him around since he was a kid in the Pecquenta Corps. He looked up. Mirian was smiling. 

"Catchem," as it turned out, was Sedra's tag— armed tag. Cassian didn't remember his tag involving swords. Sticks, stones, hand grenades, maybe, running after and running from real armed men. They'd had that. But that wasn't for fun. Maybe he shouldn't try to relate. Maybe just sit, and humor the girl as long as possible, and try not to kick up too much dust. He let her doll catch up with his; she drove her screw through its limp abdomen. Cassian flinched. 

"Bobbidy wins!" she yelled. "And Graida falls with a great scream. A scream, Amrod."

"Ah!"

"A great scream."

"Aaahhh!"

"She falls to the ground—" Cassian dropped his doll. "—and breathes... her... last..."

Sedra threw her hand over her forehead and collapsed. "Dead!"  

"Are you Graida now?" Cassian asked. She scowled and sat up again.

"No. I won."

"Yes," he laughed, "I think you did. Just about skewered it—"

She seized his doll, screw hanging out, and lifted it victoriously. "And Graida lives!"

"She—" Cassian blinked. "She what?"

Just then, Mirian tapped Sedra's shoulder. Dinner was ready. She set a small helping of rice and a cup of water next to the other doll, and stooped down by Cassian's shoulder. 

"Weren't you listening, Skova?" Her voice trembled with excitement. "Graida lives."

Cassian rubbed his ear where she'd whispered. Goosebumps. By the time Mirian had given Sara her share, he couldn't help but notice there was none left for them. His stomach ached with hunger; he could feel it in his chest. And Sara only picked at her food.

"Baby, don't eat on the floor."

"Yes, Mama." Sedra picked up her food and joined her on the bed.

"And don't leave your—"

"I have it." Cassian swooped up the dolls and screws like a hawk its prey. He set them gently at the foot of the bed, forcing himself not to look at their food, not even to smell it. He felt guilty. Why the guilt?

"What do you say, Sedra?"

"Thank you."

Cassian only nodded. He leaned against the door while Mirian drew a rickety stool to the bunkset. She sat with her elbows on her knees, pulling a datapad from an inner coat pocket, tapping here and there in silence. They'd have to talk soon, one way or another. Sara didn't seem ready yet, and Mirian didn't push her. Decent of her. Cassian couldn't stand to watch. 

There was a window a foot and a half from the door, a little below his eye level and boarded up with rocks and mud. The insulation looked several years old, if not more. Too old to hold up another winter. Cassian examined the doorframe. Little cracks spread from the seams. Here, the light within and the dark without, there was no telling if the cracks were wide and deep enough to let cold air right through. The plaster itself was cold to the touch. Would Mirian mind if he stepped outside? Just for a minute, just to look at the door. She probably would. Did Cassian care? It was chilly out. And there were people out, too; what if he recognized one from the crowd? So what if he did! He'd meet them eventually. Possibly. Probably. 

"Household. . . Livelihood. . . Unit compensation. . ."

Compensation... Awfully Imperial to Cassian's ears. Awfully pragmatic. Was Sara in any shape to talk, to understand? Of course. She worked here. Volunteered here, actually. There was a difference. Was Mirian her employer? Or her coworker? Would Mirian demand her back to work the next day? Awfully Imperial... But that happened in the Rebellion sometimes, too. Back-to-back missions, frequent loss. But that was different. 

Would he be shipped right out again, once he got back? If he got back. The whole thing was already fucked. Hopefully they'd send him off right away; he didn't like to sit still. If he got back.

Cassian scuffed his boots over the sandy floor. Little pills of rolled up mud peeled off his soles, sticking against the ground. He tried to stomp them up again. 

"You alright, Skova?"

Mirian had put her datapad away and stared at him. In other light, in other eyes, Cassian might have called it genuine worry. He flushed.

"Fine. All fine." 

She nodded, unconvinced, but turned back to Sara. She squeezed her hand. 

"We'll have it in first thing tomorrow. Things will be okay. You and Sedra both. I promise. And I'll take these—" She bundled up the clothes hanging from the top bunk. "—and I'll be back soon. And you're welcome any time of day and any time of night, for anything. I promise."

"Thank you."

"No need." Mirian kissed Sedra's head and tugged on her braid. "You stay out of trouble. Promise me?"

"I promise." The girl nodded bashfully. Mirian kissed her again and tightened her hood scarf. 

"Skova."

Cassian opened the door and held it for her. Her scarf brushed against his hand; the fabric was warm. He shuddered. 

"Bye, Amrod!"

Cassian froze in the doorway. 

No panicking.

"Goodbye," he said with another forced smile. He shut the door tightly behind him; hopefully Sara remembered to lock it. Hopefully she didn't notice the rolled up mud on her floor. 

Here in the darkness, Cassian could see light leaking through the cracks in the window and door frame, dull, golden filaments that led to nowhere. Someone had better fix them before winter came. 

He caught Mirian staring. 

"What?" he snapped.

She raised an eyebrow. "All fine?"

Cassian took one last look at the door before pulling himself away. "All fine."

They took a soft pace back; Mirian walked more beside him than ahead of him. She murmured directions now and then, "left" and "straight" and "cross." Otherwise they walked in silence. Snippets of somber conversations drifted through thin, plaster walls; tookas snarled lowly from dark, adjoining alleys; the vibrowire fence droned on to the melody of a lone, late-evening mourning dove. And then there was his own shaky breath and its pale steam. He had nothing to cover his face. 

It was almost nice to walk beside another human being. Almost, for the time being. 

Back at the squat, square house, Mirian input the key code. Outside, nearby droids shone on the scratches in the door like ghosts. Inside, Mirian's own droid was working. Cassian could see the fragile, telltale filaments around the door frame. These would need fixing, too. 

The door slid open. Mirian wiped her boots on the mat and Cassian followed suit. She set the Yarems' clothes at the foot of her bed. 

"Sit where you want."

Cassian took the chair on the far side of the desk-chest, the one he'd taken this morning. Mirian stood again at the stove. Should he offer to cook this time? His head was so heavy, heavy as an ion cannon; he propped it up against his palm. The sedated droid was warm against his other hand. If Cassian wasn't sure she'd see, he'd press his whole face against it. Fall asleep. He was so tired. Where would he sleep? Too tired to even ask. But too hungry to be too tired. His ears pricked up at the sound of rice poured into water. Cassian looked over, expecting to see Mirian as she was at the Yarems'. No. Here she was hunched over the narrow countertop, head against the cabinet, fingers digging into an empty plaster bowl. Cassian thought she might be sick. What then? Go on cooking, probably. She seemed like the type. 

"He'd brought the bread home," Mirian said suddenly. Cassian raised his head. 

"She had enough time to get it out of the house, sink it in the marsh. She could have been killed if they'd found it first. Certainly arrested."

Cassian waited for her to continue. She didn't. Eventually she straightened up again, stirred the rice pot, strained the water out through old mesh. Cassian only fought his way through muddled thoughts and foggy memories of the day. Yes, they'd seen Sara before. He'd seen the brother, too, what felt like days ago. It had to be less than twelve hours. He didn't know the time. And Cassian realized he'd never known which of those gaunt, scared faces belonged to Sergo Yarem. Not that it mattered anymore. His body was gone and over the ridge. The blackbirds here, the shriekers—were they scavengers? They'd make unrecognizable messes of those faces, anyway. His stomach flipped, now with hunger, now with nausea.

"You told her to, didn't you?" he finally asked. 

Mirian walked to the desk with two bowls of sticky rice; she returned with two cups of something steamy. Her eyes were glued to the ground. She took care to pull her chair out quietly.

"I can't help them when they get caught," Mirian repeated to her own food. "But sometimes... sometimes we can get away with a little more. With much discretion."

She began to eat. Cassian eyed his food suspiciously. Poison wasn't completely out of the question but the odds were low enough. He took a bite, two, three, four, shoveling rice into his mouth like he'd never eat again. It was wet and unseasoned; the sogginess soon dried out on his tongue into a plastery paste. A whole minute passed before he remembered his thirst and he looked to the mug. Tea, probably. Lifeless gray leaves floated on the water. 

He took a sip. It burned his lips and tasted like licking a power generator. He tried to control his puckering face. Mirian put her spoon down. 

"I'm sorry that this happened today, Skova."

Cassian froze with his mouth still full of battery acid. He'd have to get used to this stare of hers: wide, gaunt eyes with dark circles swallowing up his, rarely blinking. Eyes it might prove difficult to pull the wool over and a mouth sharp enough to slice through it, anyway. Cassian tried to match her stare, but—oop! He didn't care to. He went back to his sticky rice and tried to forget about the tea. 

"I'm not the one who needs an apology."

"Let me amend it, then." Mirian folded her hands on the desk. They rested dangerously close to his; he pulled his rice bowl closer. 

"I dislike," she said after a deep breath, "the circumstances surrounding your arrival and subsequent assignment, for reasons we've already discussed. I say 'dislike' for two reasons. Firstly, because their peculiarity sets me on edge. I find it hard to believe that a single day has brought not one but two misfortunes. Secondly, because they've made your life here—for the immediate present, at least—much harder. No one's supposed to jump into this with no training whatsoever. Especially since, I admit, I'm not in the best position to train you. You need to learn quickly and you need to be ready, in an emergency, to take the lead. I'm afraid the manner of your own arrival has sabotaged you—to what extent, I don't know.

"Nonetheless: whatever's at the root of the peculiarity—" her eyes flashed. "—you've been dealt a cruel hand. Personally so. It's cruel that you should witness the worst of the job in your first twelve hours. Perhaps you're right," Mirian sighed. "I shouldn't apologize to you. But I think it's beneficial, for honesty's sake, to acknowledge the unique ways in which today has been cruel to you. And it would be cruel of me, too, to pretend all is well when I'm sitting right across from you. That's why I'm sorry."

Cassian swallowed another mouthful of slimy rice and tried another swig of tea. He very nearly coughed it up. 

"If it's cruel, it's common. Commonplace. It's the same everywhere." Cassian shrugged. His voice was hoarse.

"Maybe—" Mirian stared at him with knit brows. "You mean to say that none of today's events have bothered you?"

"I mean it doesn't matter who's bothered. What happens, happens."

She looked down into her untouched tea. Something deflated in Cassian's chest, like the string pulled taut between them had snapped. 

"I think..." Her fingers twitched. "I think you're lying, in some way or another. I hope you're lying."

"Life has enough worries already," Cassian echoed from the transport. Bitterly. 

"That's right."

But something about that wasn't as genuine. Cassian thought she was lying, too. 

Without warning, Mirian scooped up the last of her rice and downed her whole cup of tea, leaves and all. She took both their bowls to the sink. 

"We'll stop by Sara's tomorrow, and all the other families. Make sure they've gotten through the night. Distribution begins at noon. We'll submit the R&R the day after tomorrow or tomorrow evening, if there's time."

"R&R?"

"Recompense Requests." She scrubbed their spoons with a hard block of soap. "Imperial-related deaths, when they impact a family's livelihood, are sometimes eligible for some compensation. Never enough, but it's something more than nothing. Executions are harder." 

She sighed. She spent several more seconds bent over the sink. "Sara's a registered volunteer. We might be able to push something through for her."

Wasn't Sergo a volunteer too? Cassian didn't care enough to ask. His tea still sat before him mockingly. It wasn't steaming anymore. Cassian decided to chug it. Fuck. He should have chugged it when he had the chance; the heat at least distracted from the rancid perfumy taste. The hair at the nape of his neck stood up on end. Cassian threw it back like Mirian did, forcing himself to keep it down. Every muscle in his face contracted. He felt thirstier than ever as he smoothed over the cup with his thumb.

"Where am I staying?"

Mirian glanced at him from over her shoulder. "You stay here. You can bring me that mug to wash."

"Here?" 

"That mug, please."

Cassian pursed his lips as he handed her the still-warm cup. He was getting impatient. 

"Points and Seconds house together," Mirian explained, satisfied. "In some of the newer Sectors they live in adjoining units. Our house is too old to add another wing. So, yes, here."

He forced a laugh. "Where would I sleep? There's only one bed."

Mirian hesitated. "The last Second and I shared," she said slowly, "and my mother and I before that. I have a sleeping mat and bedding to spare if you'd rather take the floor, and we can keep the droid beside you if you don't mind the noise. But winter is coming on quickly. Past winterfall the droid won't be of much help. But it'll be enough for now." 

Cassian looked around. Professionally, a nightmare. If he could reconnect with Kaaza, they'd need a way to communicate regularly—far from Mirian's gaunt eyes. Not just Mirian, or Miri . An Imp. If she wouldn't try to save a friend from a public execution, she'd do nothing to cover his ass. Hell, she might report him for getting mud on her bedsheets. Just for fun. 

But where else was he supposed to go? Sector One housing seemed thin as it was. Was he planning to curl up next to a feral tooka for warmth? They had a personal C-Series here; if he had to stay through the winter, he'd want somewhere clean, warm, and dry. And staying through the winter was rapidly becoming less possible than probable. 

Not if they moved fast. Maybe this was incentive. Fuck. 

"... I'll take the floor."

When he looked back, Mirian's eyes had lost their razor focus. She nodded absentmindedly, almost in relief. "Yes, the floor... And the mat."

She slid a sleeping mat from under the bed, spread it alongside in front of his duffle bag, and handed Cassian one of the pillows and the top blanket.

"It'll drop to freezing tonight, though not below yet. The fresher's in the back corner. We have enough water if you need a shower but not much of a water heater. There's an extra towel in the cabinet. You have something to sleep in?"

"Yes."

Mirian spared him a tight smile before heading to the fresher. He soon heard running water. 

In the meantime Cassian spread the blanket neatly over his mat and straightened the flat pillow. The mat was stiff but not damaged, and barely dented. Barely used. The old Second had shared her bed, after all. Wonder who they were, wonder what happened to them. Long gone by now, probably. Wonder why they left. 

Rummaging through his duffle bag, Cassian found the tattered old day clothes he kept for pajamas—but good enough that he could move and run and work at a moment's notice. Next to them were his toothbrush (no toothpaste) and a handheld scope the length of his index finger. Cheaper than he liked, but cheap got you through the detectors at customs. 

Cassian listened for the running water before changing into his pajamas. They felt like his day clothes when he put his parka back on. He stood, dirty clothes in hand—how did they do laundry here? How often? Sometimes Cassian hadn't changed for weeks, sometimes he'd lost count. Mirian seemed like she'd care, though. Would she kick him out if he didn't keep clean? Cassian chuckled at the thought. 

He heard a bout of coughing from the fresher, deep from the lungs. He stopped laughing. 

She wouldn't cough all night, would she? Cassian refused to sleep with ear plugs on principle. Maybe he'd just have to deal with it. The water shut off. Not wanting to be caught standing, he draped his muddy pants over his bag, pushing them back from his pillow.

The fresher door slid open with a shuddering scrape. It should be re-oiled. Mirian reappeared with her outer clothes in hand, including her hood; long, dark hair hung down her back in a loose braid. She opened her desk-chest, folded and replaced some of her clothes, and draped her ashy trousers over the wooden chair. 

"You can put your dirty clothes here," she said with her back turned. "I'll wash it all tomorrow if I have time. Not all days are this messy."

Cassian's face burned as Mirian checked the locks on the door and then the window: thick, grimy glass instead of mud and pebbles. She pulled the ratty curtain tightly shut and tucked it into a crack in the plaster.

"Things are quiet here," she murmured, "but we all keep cautious. You remember what I told you today?"

"If I'm not cautious I might be turned into peat."

"I told you to keep your mouth shut." Her fingers dug into the fabric of the curtain. "Among other things. This house is probably the safest place in the whole Sector. Bear in mind that that could change in an instant. You understand."

Cassian nodded, and waited: she looked like she wanted to say more. Nothing came. She only dimmed the lamp that sat near the stove—soft, deliberate steps near silent without her boots—and sat on the bed with her legs dangling off.

"You'll move the droid where you will?"

"Yes."

She paused, eyes darting. "... Is there anything else I can do for you today?"

"No."

Cassian met her bloodshot gaze. 

"Goodnight, then. Skova."

"Goodnight."

Mirian curled up into the single pillow under the single coverlet, curled tightly next to the wall. Cassian frowned. She'd be colder there. 

He draped his muddy trousers over the opposite chair and set his boots by the front door. Mirian's sat on the other side. They'd run into each other if they both had to get up in the night. He pulled the C-Series closer to his mat, running his hands lightly over its buttons and lights. Medium heat setting. Fine enough. He wrapped the blanket around his coat and lay down. 

Even with the mat, the ground was harder than he'd braced himself for. COlder, too—though nicer, somehow, than the cramped stuffy quarters in the belly of the ship. At least he could stretch out his back. But whenever he tried the backs of his legs froze. So he curled up again, quite as cramped as he'd been most of the past week. 

This morning. The ship was this morning. It had been a forever. Not a forever. Just a time. 

Kaaza was in Sector Two. Their intel was in Sector Two. Their maps, their comms. Everything. 

Cassian was in Sector One. 

That was okay. Okay. All that separated them was a ridge, after all. And Mirian said it could be crossed. Further North, probably—unforgivable idiocy, Cassian thought, to try to climb in secret over Golgaelar Hill. But would secrecy matter more than speed? And Cassian was Second now. Would he even find the time?

Golgaelar Hill. Strange name. He shuddered with cold. Who named it? Doesn't matter. It sounded hateful coming from Riceter's mouth. These men we call our friends. Brothers. Sons. They had crumpled like puppets without their strings. Sergo Yarem was one of them. Which one was he? Where had he stood? In the middle for all to see? Or shafted to the side, watching his sister scream from a distance? Did he see Cassian standing there behind the front row? Standing alone—behind the front row with the other families mourning. 

Strange that no one else had tried to fight. Maybe they had. Cassian hadn't been paying attention. Maybe they had. Maybe Mirian just played favorites. 

Not that it mattered. Even if the crowd overwhelmed the execution squad, backup would be close behind. They'd all have been killed anyway. They were as good as prisoners here. They had no power. 

Mirian did. Mirian who was called but not named; Mirian who wept and cooked for the woman she'd rushed to restrain. Our young Point, competent and loyal. Karlon Riceter knew her well. Karlon Riceter esteemed her highly. She had no right to be here. No right to cook for Sara and no right to tug the girl's braid. No right to whine. I can't help them when they're caught. Had she even tried? 

No, of course she wouldn't. She'd lose the esteem; she'd lose the house with the personal C-Series she hated. That droid was a privilege. She had no right to complain. How many others froze through the night? How many others slept on the ground, and what would their Point do for them once winter fell? No telling—might even be his job by then. Get fucked. 

Don't get ahead of yourself. Don't get too worked up over a handful of people you don't know. You're here to get your intel and get out. You're here on a mission. Maybe it'd help to kill her in her sleep. For the mission, of course. Nothing personal. Just like the men they'd shot up on the ridge. The men awaiting justice. The men we call our friends. They'd crumpled like puppets. Crumpled down the opposite cliff. He saw them like shadows. Fuzzy, burgundy shadows backlit in red, shadows through leafless brambles, crumpling, and crumpling again—

Cassian sat up. He was covered in sweat. He threw off his blanket, threw off his parka, stumbled to the fresher. He hadn't taken that shower. He hadn't brushed his teeth. He'd have to wait until morning. Shaky hands forced on a faucet ringed with white crystals. He splashed water against his face. It was ice cold. Fuck, he was so thirsty. He drank out of cupped hands, drank until the water ran down his forearms and the dryness of his mouth relented. He turned off the water and stared in the mirror. Gaunt eyes with dark circles. His whole body sagged with exhaustion. 

Without the running water, he heard breath from the other room. Uneven breath, again and again. Cassian wiped his face with his shirt and leaned against the fresher doorway. 

Mirian hadn't moved from her spot by the wall. Another breath. Shuddering, shaking the mattress below. A sniffle so faint he could only just hear it. Muffled in fabric. Cassian felt sick to his stomach. 

He had to cross the room; he had to put his coat back on. He heard her crying clearer here. He tried to be quiet. He wanted to scream. 

Cassian turned the droid's setting to High; it hummed a little louder. When he wrapped his pillow around his head he heard its whirring only faintly. Resting on his arm—he knew it'd prick and ache tomorrow. At least the sound was drowned.  

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Starlight Epilogue

Cassian Andor x Orginal Female Character

Rating: -

Warnings: Violence, Angst, Unhappy ending for now but there will be a sequel

Size: 600

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Cassian could barely stand, but willed his body to move towards the figure lying on the ledge. He put one foot in front of the other, limping towards Krennic at an agonizingly slow pace.

The plans had been transmitted. It was over.

There was no rush anymore, he’d done his part; there were others out there who would carry the fight against the Empire. And hopefully now the Rebellion actually stood a chance. Maybe they’d survive. Maybe one day there will be peace.

Cassian had very little hope of leaving Scarif.

Krennic was lying face down so Cassian had to hit him with his boot to get him to wake up and turn around. He was vaguely aware of Jyn supporting his frame and talking to him, but he tuned her out. Krennic’s mouth opened, but no sound came out of it as he stared up the barrel of Cassian’s blaster.

He had to lean heavily on Jyn’s shoulder for support as he bent down enough for the commander to hear him over the noise without having to yell. He didn’t think he had the power to raise his voice. His body ached with a sort of finality.

“Cora Enoch sends her regards,” he said in an even tone, swaying lightly in the strong wind.

He felt a brief moment of satisfaction seeing Krennic’s eyes widen in realization, but it was over the moment he pulled the trigger. He still loathed killing, but it didn’t matter anymore. It never did.

He let Jyn guide him to the elevator. She seemed to be in a much better shape than he was, but he could still imagine Cora yelling at them both for being so careless and almost getting themselves killed. The thought made him smile. She’d done everything she could to keep them alive. Even gave them a healing field generator that would have been really helpful right about then, but it was lost on Eadu, along with his U-Wing.

He allowed himself to think about Cora once again; after all, this was the end. He had nothing left but the the small comfort of still being able to remember her smile. She made him happier than he ever thought he could be—than he ever thought he deserved. In her embrace he allowed himself to hope, to dream for a better future; to think that what he was doing wasn’t in vain. Even now it made him happy thinking that all he’d sacrificed was worth it, if she’d live on.

The golden beach was deserted, but he could still hear the sounds of the fight nearby. He didn’t care, it wasn’t his fight anymore. Jyn carried him with purpose, unwilling to just give up, but he knew better. He felt sorry for her. She was much too young to deserve such an ending, but he was honoured to spend his last moments by her side.

His thoughts drifted to Cora once again. He wondered what she was doing. Probably still in the med bay, dressed in pristine white, looking out the window waiting for his return.

Not this time. I’m sorry, he thought.

She’d cry once they’d tell her. Of course she would, she cried much too easily. She’d be angry. Hurt. But eventually the tears would dry, the pain would fade along with his memory.

He wondered if she’d remember him as her life went on, if she’d tell her children the story of the rebel that stole her from the Empire. If she’d remember him fondly, or would he always be a painful memory that she’d try to push back. Either way, he was glad to have met her, glad to have loved her for the brief time they had shared together.

Far away, near the horizon, the sky lit up.

*

Author’s note:

Hello my dudes, welcome to the end! Congrats for getting so far, you’ve earned a cookie and all my love. Thank you for your support and likes and reblogs, they made this possible. 

Now, there will be a sequel, and I promise I will fix some things I’ve broken. If you know you need some spoilers about how this is going forward my ask and messages are always open (just don’t ask on anon so I can reply privately so people who don’t want spoilers won’t see them)

Thank you<3

Masterlist in bio cause tumblr doesn’t allow links

#cassian andor #cassian andor x ofc #cassian andor x reader #rogue one #star wars

[ladyxskywalker]

DEC 2022 ☃️

fandoms featured on this list: star wars, rogue one, andor, moon knight, pedro pascal, triple frontier, multi. fandom

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

this month’s reading lists are kindly dedicated in loving memory of our friend Cindy (@keeper0fthestars ) 🕊 who passed away recently after a lengthy battle with cancer.

she was a wonderful friend to all, always supportive, kind, & an incredibly bright light to our community.

finding love, friendship, & comfort through reading, as well as getting lost in writing these beloved stories, has often felt like a warm hug when needed most. sharing & connecting with so many people over all of the things we love is a beautiful thing, & Cindy's amazing heart reached so many across the globe.

I'm so thankful for getting the chance to know her & offer warm thoughts & sincere condolences to her family & friends during this time. 💐

always daydream & never lose sight of all of the beautiful treasures to be found within your hearts. all the love, always, xo A 💌

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

& of course, enjoy responsibly

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

a special tribute to Cindy @keeper0fthestars 🕊💙

there are truly no words to express how beloved cynthia was in this community. 🌸

her lovely work has always brought so many people warmth, comfort, and an immense amount of joy & love.

not only was she a wonderful writer in every possible way, but she was also an incredibly supportive & encouraging friend as well.

she was one of the first people to connect with me here on tumblr, to reach out & form a sincere friendship with, & I will always remember the kind interactions we shared.

talking to her always made me feel a sense of true belonging & acceptance. I can only hope that she felt the same way & I will always carry her in my thoughts and in my heart forever. 💐

you can find some of my favorite pedro pascal character stories & mandalorian works by her here

especially ‘the way you put that smile upon my face’, ‘solace’, ‘fragments’ & ‘you were my new dream (and you were mine); & a wealth of more amazing stories here over on her ao3 page ✨️

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

andor / rogue one

bodhi rook

reprieve by @uwingdispatch (gn!reader)

** please note the content warnings before reading

brasso

unwavering by @uwingdispatch (gn!reader)

cassian andor

cassian helping you through a panic attack before aldhani by @archieimagines

endlessly by @uwingdispatch (gn!reader)

cassian andor/jyn erso

dancing on my own by @waterpancakeao3 / wanterpancake on ao3

rating: E (18+ only)

ruescott melshi

before.when.after. by @littlemisspascal (f!reader)

rating: M (18+ only)

misc. / multi. fandom

the batman

alfred pennyworth

bookstore date by @eupheme (gn!reader)

like the movies by @eupheme (f!reader) **

rating: E (18+ only)

my foolish heart by @eupheme (f!reader)

the gentleman (series) by @stargirlfics, moonglowfics on ao3 (ofc) **

rating: M (18+ only)

the holiday (2006)

a new year by Dramerjunkie09 on ao3

major weeper by jesterlady on ao3

the santa ana winds by lizwontcry on ao3

the spaces between us (are full of everything we love) by lionessvalenti on ao3

the vampire diaries / the originals

elijah mikaelson

tell me a story (series) by StarSailor23 on ao3 (ofc)

rating: M (18+ only)

twilight

carlisle cullen, charlie swan

lazy sunday by @eupheme (charlie swan x f!reader) **

rating: E (18+ only)

watch what happens by @eupheme (carlisle cullen x f!reader x charlie swan)

rating: E (18+ only)

moon knight

steven grant

dream a little dream of me by @redahlia-writes (f!reader)

pedro pascal characters

ezra (prospect)

earthlings by @imtryingmybeskar (f!reader)

rating: M (18+ only)

static and snow by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

jack daniels

it’s a marshmallow world part one, part two by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

joel miller

come home (series) by @imtryingmybeskar (f!reader) **

rating: E (18+ only)

wolf song by @eupheme (f!reader)

rating: M (18+ only)

marcus pike

where the love light gleams by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

zach wellison

coming home (a room with a view series) by @absurdthirst (f!reader)

rating: M (18+ only)

star wars

anakin skywalker

forbidden by @mylifeisactuallyamess

armitage hux

too late for goodbye by @mylifeisactuallyamess

din djarin

bookstore girl by @saradika (gn!reader)

cuyan (series) by @againstacecilia (f!reader) **

rating: E (18+ only)

traditions and promises by @huffle-pissed

obi wan kenobi

baking/messy kitchen by @saradika (gn!reader)

rating: M (18+ only) (modern au, ‘ben’ kenobi)

love me and mend (series) by @hellotherekenobi , karasong on ao3 (f!reader)

seek them out, secret writings, sharing soap, undercover, take care of you by @hellotherekenobi , karasong on ao3 (f!reader)

you make me feel like dancing by @saradika (f!reader) **

rating: E (18+ only) (modern au, ‘ben’ kenobi)

poe dameron

the first noel life day by @dailyreverie

triple frontier

benny miller

all I need by @dameronscopilot (f!reader) **

rating: E (18+ only)

under the stars by @artemiseamoon on ao3 (f!reader, ofc)

rating: M (18+ only)

frankie morales

how about you and me? by @artemiseamoon on ao3 (f!reader, ofc)

rating: M (18+ only)

will miller

christmas morning by @rayslittlekitten (dad!will, wife!f!reader, child oc lucy)

wisteria & moonlight (series) by @artemiseamoon on ao3 (ofc) (werewolf & magical au)

rating: M (18+ only)

** 🌸 thank you kindly to everyone for a wonderful year of reading, writing & daydreaming. It has been a pleasure sharing the love with all of you. see you in the new year ! 🌸 **

#pxk monthly reading list 💌 #pxk fic recs 💫 #star wars #rogue one #andor #pedro pascal #triple frontier #multi fandom #pxk queue

[csigeoblue]

Got a notification from AO3 today about an old Star Wars Rogue One Story that I forgot I event wrote 😅 Going to be adding more to it this weekend!

#star wars #rogue one #jyn erso #cassian andor #bodhi rook #baze malbus #chirrut imwe #cassian andor x OFC #star wars fanficfion #star wars fic #cassian andor fic #rogue one fic

[jyndor]

about your andor retcon posts - i feel like a lot of andor viewers don't notice or care about the retcons. of the people who care, most are trying to explain it in universe. there are very few people who are ignoring the retcons, either by just ignoring them or the show entirely depending on how they feel about the rest of the show. i feel your struggle as someone who invested in the rogue one canon only for andor to retcon it. disney keeps doing it and i don't get the point. personally i think what we got isn't better than what we had but i know most people disagree

im fairly certain most people have never picked up the visual dictionary or any of the supplementary media, and if they have it's been years. i'm not saying they're wrong for that, but i do think that actually most people don't even know there are retcons at all lol i mean we are in the very small minority of fans who are still in the rogue one fandom after all this time (prior to andor airing ofc)

let's keep it real - a lot of people didn't care about cassian or rogue one at all, as evidenced by all the "who asked for this show" comments from certain fans lmfao, and i'm really glad that there is renewed interest in this character and rogue one in general because i love them sfm. and of course there are longtime fans who don't care as much and same thing, that's cool for them.

but i really don't need people continuing to try to explain to me why x y and z makes sense because of headcanon lmfao like that's cool but it's just your opinion, you know? not you anon lol universal you. and i'll be honest it's a lot of people who haven't been in the fandom for that long, which im trying not to be like a bitch about lol i don't want them to feel unwelcome or talked down to or insulted or disrespected, but i don't like that so many people feel super comfortable acting like some longtime fans are being inflexible (which i've seen lol the audacity) for not liking the changes, or acting like they aren't changes at all - that we're weird for not seeing how obvious it is that cassian wasn't referring to being in the literal fight since he was six (when... he was in his original backstory sooo)

that said i'm not against retcons altogether lol it depends on the situation. even in andor i'm not mad about all of them and i've really made my peace with them tbh but people keep trying to explain shit to me and im like ???? i do not need it explained im alright making my headcanons work for me because im stubborn as fuck. plus i have literal clinical ocd so this is actually kind of hard for me. so i would like people to stop at this point. the trolling shit is funny as hell to me lol but the people continuing to just speak next to my point? like it feels like people don't understand what im saying or that i'm not being clear (probably true tbh) which is a trigger of mine in my personal life.

i think this is gonna be the last thing i say on this. i've probably said this about a dozen times or more now. i appreciate you anon and yeah im sorry, too. im not sure how lucasfilm can just keep expecting us to invest time in their books and comics and stuff if they're not even gonna be taken seriously by the studio itself.

#asks #answered #anonymous #ocd tw #star wars andor

[chaotic-simping]

REQUEST GUIDELINES/FANDOM LIST:

last update: 03.01.2022 2nd August, 2022 14th November, 2022 1st April, 2024

If you want to request something pls give me some more or less specific ideas or a few prompts (link for prompt list).

I'll automatically do platonic relationship and they/them pronouns if it's not specified.

Also, english isn't my first language you've been warned.

What I don't take requests for:

Stuff i might write if im in the mood but probably won't ( There are always going on be warnings ofc)

smut

suggestive stuff

toxic relationships (might appear in a criminal minds fic or something like that, never romantizised)

darkfics

arguments

enemies to lovers

What I don't write in general:

romantizised toxic relationships

rape, incest, pedophilia, age gap (teacher/student as well) etc.

romance for characters under 14 y/o

male reader x lesbian character or female reader x gay character

about poc/trans/mlm struggles - they are obviously very very real but i am white and sapphic (not saying i won't write about characters that are any of these things, i'll do my best to make the reader gender, race, body size etc inclusive.)

What I write:

Character(s) x reader

Gender Neutral/Non-binary!, Female!, Male!reader. Obv gender ≠ pronouns but it's th

Mixed pronouns (ex. they/she), THEORETICALLY neo pronouns?

Background ships

AUs (SOULMATES!!!)

Crossovers (read fandom list)

Platonic, romantic, unspecified or familial relationship

Fandoms/characters:

Star Wars:

Romantic: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, young!Obi-wan,

Ahsoka Tano, Asajj Ventress, Bariss Offi, Rex, Echo, Fives,

Cal Kestis,

Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndylla, Sabine Wren,

Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor,

Din Djarin, Fenec Shnad,

Rey Skywalker, Finn

+more

Platonic: Everyone above, Obi-wan Kenobi, The Bad Batch, The ghost crew, Grogu,

Won't write: Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Hux

Ships: Anidala, Barrisoka, Kanera, Finnpoe

Knowledge: All movies, almost all shows/cartoons (except Resistance), books - Master and apprentice, games - started JFO and (barley) SWTOR

Marvel:

Romantic: Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Hobie Brown, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop

Platonic: Everyone above, Peter B Parker, Yelena Belova,

Stranger things:

Romantic: Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Max Mayfield (s4!), Lucas Sinclair (s4!), Chrissy Cunningham, Barbara Holland rip, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson + more

Platonic: Everyone above, Max (all seasons), Lucas (all seasons), Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, El Hopper, Erica Sinclair, Joyce Byers, Jim Hopper, Murray Bauman, Alexei Smirnoff, Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov, Yuri Ismailov,

Won't write: Billy

Ships: Jopper, Lumax, Elmax, Ronance, Robin/Vickie, Steddie

Knowledge: up to season 4, none books

Arcane:

Romantic: Vi, Jinx, Ekko,

Platonic: Everyone above, almost everyone else

Ships: CaitVi

Knowledge: season 1

Avatar: the last air bender

Please include if you want the reader to be a bender (and what kind) or not

R: Zuko, Suki, Sokka, +more

P: Everyone above, the gaang, Iroh,

Ships: Suki/Sokka, Zukka,

Knowledge: All seasons, almost all comics, live action

The legend of Korra:

R/P: Most characters

Won't write: Kuvira

Ships: Korrasami,

Knowledge: All seasons, all comics

The Dragon Prince:

R: Claudia, Rayla, Soren, Corvus

P: Everyone above, Ezran, Callum, Amaya, Harrow, Gren,

Ships: All canon ships, Sorvus

Knowledge: up to season 4

Sherlock Holmes:

BBC:

R/P: Most characters

Ships: Johnlock, Mystrade,

Enola Holmes:

R/P: Enola,

Criminal minds:

R/P: Elle Greenway, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss

Knowledge: Watching season 6

Heartstopper:

R/P: Most characters, comic or show.

Won't write: Harry and Ben.

Ships: All canon ships; Imogen x me😍 /hj

Knowledge: Comic: 7-13; show: season 1

The Blacklist:

R: Elizabeth Keen, Donald Ressler, Aram Mojtabai, Alina Park,

P: Everyone above, Harold Cooper, Tom Keen, Raymond Redington, Dembe Zuma, Kate Kaplan, Agnes Keen

Knowledge: Season 9

#star wars x reader #star wars imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #arcane x reader #heartstopper imagine #heartstopper x reader #robin buckley x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #joyce byers x reader #elle greenaway x reader