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superthiccthighssavelives · 4 years

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I won’t lie to you all, I haven’t been able to write lately, and not because of time or lack of...but because I haven’t felt it, or had any idea how to restart.

It’s been a weird 2 months since I’ve stopped, but tonight, I hit that mood again. Granted, I didn’t work on Give Me a Try (sorry), but I wanted to write something to get out the bugs and dust off the rust so I wouldn’t screw anything up. I do not want my stale ass writing a boring or dull chapter to give you after so long.

So I wrote a super smutty, short little blurb. Just to get back in the groove. Read if you’d like, if you need a fix lol. I feel better now, and as I was typing this (it took like 4 or 5 hours *eyeroll*) I felt the kinks being worked out and my ability creeping back.

Anyway...here’s a fun little self-given prompt.

You don’t like Taron’s cooking, you’d much prefer tastier things ;)

Dinner

I can’t wait to get home, I’ve been working so much, it feels like I live there. Always in the studio, sometimes on a live set, it’s practically my life these days. I can’t complain too much, it’s never permanent, but it lasts long enough at times to exhaust me.

The drive is a blur, you know the kind where you zone out and arrive and don’t have a clue how you made it? That’s me today. The shoot is almost over, mostly small reshoots and pick up scenes, so the days are shorter.

My stomach is rumbling, I forgot when I ate last, I think it was a bagel this morning, or was that yesterday? Either way, I needed something in my belly. Taron and I take turns cooking most days, he cooks a lot when I’m on a job, and vice versa.

The smell wafted through the house as I entered the door, I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, he likes to try new and exotic things pretty often. I do consider myself an adventurer, except when it comes to food. Most of the time he just shakes his head and laughs at me, other times he legitimately gets offended. He’s moody as hell sometimes. I’ve learned how to deal with it, I always have my ways of making him feel better.

I hear music playing, the smell getting stronger as I make my way to the kitchen. I sneak up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I swear, it feels like I haven’t seen or touched him in months, just my body against his feels like absolute bliss. “What’s for dinner?” He turns around placing his hands on either side of my face and places a gentle kiss on my lips. “Hello sweetheart, how was your day?” I scrunch my face “I’m just glad to be home, I’m starving, what are we having?” 99% of the time, when he cooks, it’s something I would never think to put together. Or eat. Tonight was no different. I tried to control my face when he listed off the ingredients, none sounded appealing in the slightest. My stomach was betraying me though, and right about now I’d eat almost anything.

“Come taste” He held out a spoon, hand underneath to prevent it from dripping. I stood in place for a moment, almost scared to get closer. I really didn’t want an argument tonight. “Come on then” His eyes watched, waiting for me to move. It wasn’t terrible, but not something I’d voluntarily eat. My face gave way to a sly smile “I know something I’d like to have more” He cocked an eyebrow “Oh?”

I took the spoon from his hand, placing it on the counter behind him. “Mmhmm” My hands slid up the front of his shirt and landed clasped on the back of his neck, my lips following. I inhaled him, the scent of his cologne making me high. I kissed slowly, up his neck, to his earlobe, whispering how much I missed him, down his jaw, my tongue peeking out to trace the sharp lines before finding his lips. I wanted to devour him, breathe him in. His hair was tight in my grasp, pulling him closer, if that were even possible, I needed him like I needed air. I couldn’t breathe fast enough, I want him to take it all from me, just so I could fill him, every part of my love flowing inside him.

My body shivered hearing a gentle moan escape his lips as my hands found their way underneath the white t-shirt separating us. I removed it as fast as I could, so my mouth could taste him. I didn’t want to miss an inch, my fingers and tongue touching every spot in front of me. “Baby” his voice was barely above a whisper, but full of lust. I went for the button on his jeans, popping it open, and practically tearing his zipper off, I needed to feel him, how I made him feel, how much he wanted me. There was too much in between us, too much fabric. I wanted it gone, I wanted to touch every sliver of him.

In an instant the barrier was gone. My fingers grazed the smooth skin of his cock, up and down, teasing him. His breath hitched, his mouth finding mine again to crash into. I squeezed, just a bit, enough to show a hint of what's to come. I shook, feeling his teeth clutch my lip, stinging with a delicious pain. I smiled against him, knowing what we both wanted so badly, and what I was readily willing to give. My knees settled on the cool floor, my hands trailing up his thighs. Our eyes met, fire blazing in his, mine full of desire and hunger. Every second I wasn’t touching him felt like an eternity. My mouth welled up, anticipating the next few. I wanted to take my time and revel in this moment, but I also wanted to violate him completely with pure pleasure. My impatience won, my mouth taking over before I had a chance to decide. My hand enveloped his erection, my tongue eagerly lapping every millimeter of skin in its wake, circling the tip, and the slight outline around it.

Every sound escaping him was bringing me higher, I soaked up each moan, groan and lustful grunt. I loved every one, I could drown in them. Knowing what I could do gave me the satisfaction and motivation to give more. His hands were frantic, gripping the counter behind him, one falling to wrap my hair into it. He guided me gently, sliding in and out of my mouth with ease. The pace was almost too slow, even though I wanted him to savor it, every second. I craved more of his sweet voice, describing the pleasure coursing through him. I wanted him to lose control, to give in, release it all to me.

It's a strange gratification to know what you’re capable of, and the power you weild with just your tongue. You can get lost in it, and I wanted nothing more right now. I kept a steady rhythm, picking up momentum quickly. I didn’t know how much longer he would last, but I needed every second to be sheer bliss. I couldn’t control myself much longer either, I was so consumed with giving him nirvana, reaching the peak. There was a prominent ache that wouldn’t go away, that comes every time he’s near. It completely overtakes me, leaving me begging for more.

His words staggered with every slip of my tongue, every inch of him that brushed against my warm swollen lips. I tightened my grip a bit more, feeling his length against the back of my throat, going deeper with every pass. The most euphoric “Fuck” slipped from his mouth, exaggerated and primal. I couldn’t help but moan, loving the feel of his cock slippery and hot, sliding over my lips repeatedly. His stability was fading, his knees beginning to buckle. I knew he was close, but I didn’t want it to end. “Mmm baby, you taste so good” I caught his eyes, full of ecstasy and salacity, looking down at me. I held his gaze while he slid further into my mouth. A low hiss escaped him as his eyes and head rolled back. I felt a tug of my hair, pushing me closer, deeper, completely taking him all in.

His breathing became labored, stuttered, he was about to come undone, so close. He growled my name, losing his voice shortly after, purring sweet and delectable expletives, telling me he was close, how good my lips felt wrapped around him, how much he loved watching me suck his cock. I loved these moments, he was such a loving, sweet person, but like this, he was carnal. It exhilarated me, I fed off it. These private, passionate, beautifully sensual moments, just us, in our own world, no one would know. No one could break that bubble.

“Baby, fuck, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop” I obliged, squeezing more firmly, gathering more moisture, moaning louder, humming against him, eliciting small vibrations to secure the pending explosion. With one more chasmic thrust, all control was lost. His body shook, his voice echoing throughout the room, releasing every bit that was left of his will.

His eyes sprung open, a lazy smile plastered across his face. He pulled me up, shaking his head, slightly laughing. “You...you’re...oh shit!” The smell of whatever he was cooking took on a charred scent and has now gathered into a mass of burned liquid. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” His face was covered in leftover orgasmic rush, cheeks pink and flushed, but still with that cheeky smile. “I don’t have the slightest clue what you mean darling.” I winked, bringing my lips to his.”Pizza?”

#writing #blurbs #smut #ficlet #getting my ability back #working out the kinks #dinner #taron egerton #taron egerton fic #taron egerton imagine #taron x reader #taron x you #smut fic

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yinxiong · 5 years

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dragonhide

Characters: Qian Kun x Reader (2nd person perspective)

Genre: war + rebel! AU | angst, slight fluff, oneshot

Word count: 808

Summary: paradise is long lost, yet why does his smile send doubts rushing down your throat?

Notes: short impulsive writing is the only writing i can do now rip ;;; kun finally debuted though so maybe i was inspired to actually post something for once haha (yes he’s a pilot for obvious reasons, and honestly this is a cool au i thought of it might become something more lol)

hey love,

he says to you beneath the rusted moon, smirking eyes glinting with a hunger you've seen far too often.

hunger for battle and the stolen breaths of exhilaration when he loses himself in the smoked blue skies. (you think it a prison, but never say it aloud for fear of losing him before reaching the real freedom you both dream of waking up to.)

your heart lurches when he slips on the weathered blue jacket draped in bronze scales, covering the dip of his shoulders emblazoned with a twisting red dragon; the one you remember inking with shaking hands under the cover of forbidden night. it’s no larger than your palm, but inside it curls delicate characters of vows for a better tomorrow—the same oath you swore two years prior to meeting this flower of a boy you had never once conceived to join the dirty, dirty cause his own father strove to stamp into dust.

(he’s still a flower, just not the sweet white irises he had gifted you on the second date—when you still wore a string of lies to beguile the diamonds of confidentiality from the regime’s careless hands. thankfully, secrets and deception are no longer woven into your whispers of affection; you prefer the bright red snapdragons on your little apartment windowsill far better, anyways.)

sometimes, you catch him staring at the faded photographs he keeps inside a shoebox hidden in the back of the kitchen cabinet, sorrow in his eyes as he recalls the days when the revolution was nothing but a trivial mention at the dinner table, when he still had a family to love and believe that the world hadn’t strayed from the once promised paradise of peace and prosperity with.

you usually avert your eyes and pass on, letting him bathe in the nostalgia and regret that comes hand in hand with the fight; emotions you had long since visited, though still muse about from time to time. occasionally, you’d stop and pad over to your tiny shared bed—an amenity to your penniless soul that his rich and spoiled self spent months learning how to appreciate in the truth of a broken world—and slip your hands around his wiry waist, pressing kisses of comfort to a body toughened by the rigorous pilot training he had stormed through in a mere six months before taking to the missions he fell for harder than yourself.

he’s a greedy one, you hear in the deepest realms of night, when the candles lay low and he’s melded into your body in a ball of heat, lips ghosting across bare skin as sleep overwhelms his tired bones quicker than you can murmur him goodnight. he’s greedy for the azure sky only dragons know where to find, greedy for a taste of sun untainted by black air and cackling demons disguised as fake kings parading around thinking they own the ocean floors to the mountaintops and all that lies beyond.

he’s greedy to chase rainbows and you can’t help but want to follow, too.

so when he tenderly slips another, i’ll be back soon, into your mouth praying it won’t be his last, you always return it with a soft, good luck, pushing aside the nightmares that choke you beneath starless velvet in favor of memorizing his face one more time—before he steps into that cursed cockpit you’ve come to hate.

because even though you’ve walked this tightrope over death far longer than he has, nothing makes you want to jump off more than imagining his metal wings being torn apart by bullets singing for the taste of blood.

for it’s you that brought him into this naked world of poisonous truths and shattered lies, this war that doesn’t seem to end no matter how many pledges you paint or how many men you kill; for if you hadn’t let him cross the borderline that night, maybe he wouldn’t be so hellbent on fighting for the people’s future, so addicted to the euphoria of flying on a dragon made of aluminum and flames.

but then-

hey love,

he’ll mumble into your hair under the dawn’s sweet smile, breathing in your scent of lemon and green tea beneath a layer of burnt wood and bitter alcohol, trying to wash away the inescapable trauma of battle stained into his eyes like scarlet scars.

and you’ll whisper back,

welcome home, kun,

wrapping your arms around his exhausted figure smelling of gunsmoke and blood, gently pulling off his worn hide sewn together at the seams with tears of fear and sacrifice and courage, and feeling your heart swell when you catch a hint of fresh rain and faded jasmine.

maybe the world is still burning, maybe you’ll never see a clear blue sky-

but he’s soaring in golden sunlight, so maybe-

you’ve found a reason to fight again.

fin.

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gutterspeak-remade · 6 years

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Since you’re open to request could I ask for a lil rhyiona thingy? Maybe something short and sweet? Thanks in advance unless u can’t do it in which case just ignore me lol

They’re standing at the base of an old signal tower, light from Elpis shining down on the flats around them and reflecting off the parts of the metal framework that aren’t rusted to all hell.

“I don’t like heights,” Rhys informs Fiona for what must be about the hundredth time as they both consider the structure in front of them.

He can see her nod in his peripheral. “I know you don’t.”

“Is that why you neglected to tell me until the very last second that the fuse you needed me to replace was at the top of goddamn Barad-dûr?”

“The top of… what?”

Rhys sighs, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Never mind.”

A cool breeze rolls through, making him shiver. As if it wasn’t already bad enough that Fiona dragged him all the way out here at whatever unholy hour of the night it is right now. He genuinely has no idea how she even convinced him to do this in the first place, considering he has a pile of overdue paperwork collecting dust on his desk and a meeting with a potential investor first thing tomorrow morning.

There’s plenty of other things he could be doing right now. Plenty of other things.

And yet here he is, standing around in the middle of nowhere with his shoulders hiked up around his neck and bouncing on the balls of his feet to try to generate some semblance of warmth like a jackass.

“Sooo.” Fiona bumps her hip pointedly against his. “Are we going up or what?”

Rhys scoffs in her direction, fisting his hands in his sleeves. “Somewhere along the line, I think you started severely overestimating how much I’m willing to risk my life for you.”

“Oh, come on,” she says. “It’s not that tall. You wouldn’t die if you fell. Well, okay, you probably would. But it would be quick and painless!”

He rolls his eyes. “That is sooo not reassuring.”

Huffing impatiently, she stomps around to stand right in front of him and plants her hands on her hips. “Look, I told Sasha I would take care of this before tomorrow because we all know how cranky everybody gets when the radio isn’t working. August opens his stupid mouth way more often and Athena threatens to kill everybody at least twice an hour and Sasha spends so much time trying to pry those two apart that nothing ever gets done. Annoying pop music is the only thing that keeps us all from self destructing.”

Rhys thinks- and not for the first time- that he is very lucky to have his own private office. “If you were going to take care of it, then why am I here?”

“Because,” she starts, and then falters for a moment before continuing, “I… sort of broke it even more and now I don’t know how to fix it.”

He blinks a few times. “Broke… what, exactly?”

“The fuse? I think?” she says, but it sounds more like a question than a statement. “It was stuck in there pretty good so I tried to rip it out, but, well.”

She makes this vague hand gesture that he’s not sure actually conveys anything meaningful, but he thinks he gets the gist.

“I know it’s a lot to ask for,” she continues, “but I could really use your help on this one. Plus we’re kind of already out here and it’s a half hour walk back to base, so.” She steps forward to lay a hand on his arm. “Please.”

Shaking his head and trying to fight back the impending sense of doom twisting his stomach into knots, Rhys motions towards the very unsafe looking ladder on the side of the tower. “After you.”

It’s a long way up, the structure creaking and groaning ominously around them and the metal railing shuddering with every tiny shift of their weight. He half expects the entire thing to come crashing down before they even make it to the maintenance platform, but the structural integrity of the tower remains sound and they get up to where they need to be in one piece.

It’s colder and breezier up here than it was down below, but at least the view is sort of nice in its own barren and desolate way. The flat desert around them is cast in a purpley hue, sporadic gusts of wind kicking up sand clouds all across the landscape. Even the sky looks different, somehow more vast and unending than it had looked from the ground.

The ground that is. Very far away. He can see that once he makes the grave mistake of looking all the way down.

Shit.

He stumbles backwards until his back hits the central beam of the tower to get a safe distance away from the edge. Which might have been way more helpful had the platform they’re standing on right now been made of something solid instead of grated panels, because he can still see just how high in the air they are through the slats. He squeezes his eyes shut, willing his heart to stop pounding and his breathing to slow because dammit, he’s fine, nothing bad is going to happen and everything is fine.

But what if it’s not? What if the supports start collapsing, or what if the rails around the perimeter give way and one of them falls, or what if what if what if-

“Hey,” Fiona says softly as she takes his hands from where they’re clenched into fists at his sides and carefully works her fingers between his. “Hey. Look at me.”

“I don’t like heights,” he tells her again without opening his eyes. “I really, really, really don’t like heights.”

“I know.” She runs her thumb over the back of his knuckles, and her hands are so warm compared to his. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t- I didn’t know this would be-” He can hear her take a breath and blow it back out. “It’s okay, Rhys. You’re okay.”

That’s funny, because they’re, like, hundreds of feet in the air right now, which definitely doesn’t feel okay. But he forces himself to focus on the sensation of her tracing shapes over the back of his hand until he feels less panicky and more just incredibly, nauseatingly anxious. Which, frankly, still sucks, but at least it’s a considerable step down from before.

Once he feels like he’s able to, he cracks open his eyes enough to look down at her. She’s watching him so carefully, so tenderly, green eyes wide and searching as she continues to hold his hands in her own. And then she smiles up at him, a little hesitant, a little crooked, but still full and warm and earnest.

“Better?” she asks.

He’s not sure how to answer that. It still feels the same- the paralyzing fear of being in danger of plummeting to his death at any moment. But it’s also different, somehow. Farther away. Like he’s here with her and everything else is just a step or two behind them, looming right over his shoulder and chattering viciously in his ears but never quite able to catch all the way up.

So. Maybe not better, not in the sense that it’s all magically gone away. Maybe just… easier.

“A little,” he finally decides to say for simplicity’s sake, and then clears his throat a bit awkwardly. “I, uh. Might have to throw up here in a second, but-”

She takes a very generous step away from him at that. “Over the railing, not on me, please and thank you.”

Wow. He guesses he just found the limits of her helpful patience. Brutal. Rhys gives her the flattest look he can muster. “I was kidding.”

Fiona gives him an even flatter look in return, clearly disbelieving. “If any of it gets on me, I swear I’ll push you over the edge.”

He doesn’t doubt it. After he’s actually sure he really isn’t going to puke, he turns to make his way around the platform towards the fuse box. Fiona attempts to explain what she did as he struggles to figure out how in the hell she even jacked it up this badly. The fuse she tried to pull out wasn’t even the one that was busted. He tells her as much but she doesn’t believe him, insisting that she, quote, “Knows a blown fuse when she sees one, goddammit.”

Which she clearly doesn’t, otherwise he wouldn’t be having to fix her mess right now. She doesn’t have a lot more to say once he points that out. But she does shoot lots of dirty looks in his direction as he finishes the job she attempted to start, like it’s his fault that she can’t handle the cold, hard truth.

Once he replaces the correct fuse and fixes the one Fiona messed with, the lights on the tower come back on and everything seems to be functional. Rhys lets out a deep sigh of relief when they finally get back down on the ground where they belong, swearing to himself up and down that if Fiona ever asks him to do anything like this again, he’s changing his name and moving to the Southern Shelf to dig a complex tunnel system in a snowbank so he can live out the rest of his life in relative peace.

He’s so busy fantasizing about his future as a hermit that he doesn’t notice Fiona creeping up behind him until she pokes him in his ribs to get his attention. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he gripes back, spinning around to catch her hand before she can jab him again because dammit, she knows how ticklish he is.

But it doesn’t appear that her intention is to start a tickle fight, because she rolls her eyes and shakes her wrist free of his grip to twine their fingers together instead.

“I didn’t get to say thank you before you were hauling ass down the ladder,” she says, taking a few steps closer. “So, you know. Thank you. I mean it. And I’m sorry for tricking you to get you out here in the first place.”

Sighing, he brings his free hand up to tuck a loose lock of hair behind her ear. “You do know if you had just told me, I still would have helped, right?”

“Would you have, though?”

Rhys has to think about it for a second. Like, really think about it. “Okay, yeah, no. Probably not.”

She grins and stands on her toes to press her lips gently against his. He’s not sure if she means it more as an apology or just as an incentive to stop being mad, but either way, it’s surprisingly effective. She lowers herself down to stand flat on her feet again after a minute and he follows her, making her huff out a laugh against his mouth that turns into a sigh when he runs a hand up her side. Her breath catches when he pulls her closer by her hips, and he swallows a groan when she closes her teeth down on his bottom lip. When she starts to pull back, he catches her, pulling her close again and again to give her fleeting kisses until she swats him away with a laugh.

“That was easy,” she tells him as she moves both her arms up to wind them around his neck. “One kiss and I’m already forgiven. I’ll have to remember that for next time.”

“Hey, don’t you dare make me feel cheap,” he pouts as he slides his hands past her coat to run his thumbs along the seams of her vest. “And who said you were forgiven? I’m obviously still furious. Seething with rage, actually.”

She nods. “Right. Of course. Luckily, I know exactly what buttons to push to get back on your good side.”

He raises an eyebrow at her dubiously. “And… what buttons would those be?”

“I don’t want to spoil the surprise,” she says. “But I’ll give you a hint.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Two words.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You and me.”

“Right.”

“In your bed.”

Rhys makes this big show of mulling it over before gasping dramatically and releasing her to grab her by the shoulders. “Pillow forts?”

Fiona laughs so loud it echoes across the plains, taking him by the hand and not letting go the entire way home.

#tftb #rhyiona #uhhh yeah i'm not doing crazy tags on this lol #also nonny i hadn't the slightest clue of what your definition of short was #so please enjoy 2k worth of nonsense #answered #anonymous #my writing

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deathtonormalcy56 · 7 years

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Full Circle

Prompt: “Nipples is not a name!”

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, literally just fluff

Word Count: 1375

A/N: This is my entry for Cam’s (@babypieandwhiskey) 200 follower writing challenge. It’s a little late, but thanks for being so sweet and working with me. (: This is also the first thing I’ve written in a while so please bear with me, my creative side has been getting placed on the back burner thanks to engineering stuff. It’s unbeta’d so any mistakes are mine. But yeah, hopefully this isn’t terrible lol.

“Dean!”

“What? That’s totally an option.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you glared at the older Winchester boy. He had been your next door neighbor since you were toddlers, but as years passed and melded into the grandeur of being a teen, one thing had never changed – Dean was still a pain in your ass.

Shaking your head softly, you watched him shrug his shoulders. “I mean the thing has twenty of ‘em already,” Dean nudged the playground sand with the front of his boot, a puff of dust covering the weathered material, “Don’t see the big deal in giving it an accurate name.”

“She.”

He caught your eye as you swayed slowly on the rickety swing set, “What was that?”

“She,” you reiterated, “Not ‘it’, she.”

The squeaking of rusted bolts, and chirping crickets filled the thickening night air as Dean mulled over your response. His tongue grazed his bottom lip before his face lit up with a toothy grin. “Well she deserves a proper name,” he answered, emphasizing the pronoun, “and I already gave ya’ one.”

“Nipples is not a name!” you exclaimed before playfully punching him on his bicep. The action pushed his swing to the outer side, only for him to come back in and collide with you. Dean chuckled as you struggled to keep your balance on the plastic seat and regain control.

Easily he took hold of the metal chain and steadied your movement. “You didn’t have to do that,” you scowled at him, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “I was more than capable of doing it myself.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Dean snickered, bringing his hand back into the pocket of his leather jacket.

Glancing up to hide the small smile at the endearment, you scanned the sky. The night was quite clear, the ink colored background coated in sprinkles of white stars. From one end to the other the twinkling dots decorated the scenery, leaving just enough space for the full moon to illuminate the abandoned playground.

“It’s so beautiful out tonight,” you whispered, suddenly taken back by the spectacle.

Peeking towards you, Dean couldn’t help but notice the way your (y/c/e) almost sparkled in the moonlight. “Yeah,” he cleared his throat before kicking the sand once again, “A lot better looking than that mangy piece of fur snoozing away in that cardboard box.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, “Her name is Bitsy.”

“Bitsy? That’s what you came up with?”

“It’s a lot better than Nipples,” you retorted as you slid off the swing. Ignoring the sand that magically seethed into your tennis shoes, you walked to the edge of the designated area for the swing set, where a small cardboard box was laid.

“And,” you grunted, leaning down to carefully pick up the tiny, black mass that was inside, “she’s not mangy. Just a little banged up is all.”

You made your way back to where you had come and plopped yourself onto the swing. Rocking yourself back and forth with your toes, not once did you let your eyes shift from the bundle that was cradled in your arm.

“Nothing a little love can’t fix,” you cooed as you ran your fingers through the tangled fur, “Right Bitsy?”

A set up bright blue eyes blinked back at you, followed by steady purr. “See?” you met Dean’s gaze with a bright smile, “She even agreed.”

It was then that Dean knew there was nothing getting in the way of you and that kitten, but he didn’t mind. You were happy – that was worth much more than the allergy medication he was going to have to invest in to hang around you from now on.

“Yeah,” he softly answered, “I guess she did.”

“Sweetheart?”

Dean gently squeezed your shoulder, jolting you out of your daze. Lightly shaking your head to clear your mind, you quirk your eyebrows at him, “Yeah?”

“You alright?” his forehead creased with worry as he began to swirl comforting circles up and down the curve of your arm, “You zoned out for a while there.”

Shifting on the park bench, you flashed him a slight smile, “I’m fine. Just reminiscing the good ol’ days.” Looking back to the playground that was erupting with small children, you nodded to the two-person swing set off in the far corner, “Think we could still sit on that thing, or would it collapse?”

“You? Definitely. Me?” Dean patted his stomach, “Not so much.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. The two of you may have been heading into your thirties, but you both knew the only thing his flannel was shielding was rock hard muscle. Just as you scooted closer to his side to whisper a highly inappropriate comment, the moment was interrupted by a very familiar shrill.

“Mommy! Daddy! Look what I found!”

Whipping your head to the side, you were welcomed with the sight of your toddler practically sprinting towards your bench. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint what is was she had wrapped in her arms, but by the size of her gap-toothed smile, you knew it was something important.

“What is it honey?” you sweetly asked as she slowed in front of you.

“Look!” she squealed again before glancing down. Removing her left arm from the top of her other one, she revealed a ball of white neatly tucked into the crook of her elbow. “It’s a kitty, mommy! And she looks like Bitsy but white!”

You were speechless as you stared into the piercing, tiny blue eyes that peeked through the tufts of white. It had been almost a year since your beloved Bitsy had passed, but time never fully healed the wound her loss left behind.

“Where’d you find it?” Dean warmly smiled at his daughter, leaning forward to get a better look at the fur ball.

“Behind a bush over there,” she pointed with her free hand briefly before staring back to her father, “Can we keep it, daddy? Pretty please?”

Tucking a strand of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear, Dean’s smile grew, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle, “I don’t see why not, but let’s ask mom to make sure.”

Immediately she zoned in on you, still gaping at her discovery. “Daddy said yes, mommy, can we keep it?” Your daughter punctuated her question by wiggling on her feet and her signature puppy-dog face. “Yeah mommy,” Dean mimicked her tone perfectly, “can we?”

Your eyes darted between the two of them for a moment before replying, “Let me see it, Gaby.”

Not bothering to hide her hope, your daughter eagerly held out the kitten to you. Carefully you took it from her and placed it on your lap. Choosing to plop onto its side, it slowly closed its eyes and purred loudly.

“It likes you!” your daughter shrieked.

“She,” you muttered as you reached out to rub behind the kitten’s ear.

“What?” she asked.

Trying your hardest to suppress a laugh, you looked back at your daughter, “Not ‘it’, ‘she.’ And I guess we can keep her.”

You had never seen her more ecstatic in her life. Gaby promptly jumped and threw her fists into the air, followed by an impromptu happy dance. “Yay! Mommy said we can keep it! Did you hear that, daddy?” she shook Dean’s knees and beamed up at him, “she said yes!”

“Whoa now,” he chuckled before picking her up and placing her onto his lap, “You know, having a pet brings a lot of responsibilities. Think you can handle such a big job?” Without hesitation Gaby nodded her head.

“Good,” you answered for him, “The first one being giving our newest family member a name. Got any ideas?”

Her face scrunched together in thought for a moment, but it didn’t take long for her green eyes to light up, signaling her decision. “Nipples!”

“Excuse me?” you quickly replied, shooting daggers at Dean. He rose his free hand up defensively and shrugged.

“Nipples,” Gaby repeated again, completely serious, “she has them all over her belly, you know.”

Still bewildered at her name choice, you shook your head in disbelief. As you took in a short breath, you couldn’t help but break into a fit of giggles, “You are so your father’s daughter.”

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Trouble- Cassian Andor

Pairing: Cassian Andor/OC

Prompt: Jealous/Overprotective Cassian with fluff ending

Warnings: None that I can think of other than the fact that this fic is a monster lol SO LONG

A/N: This took my DAYS so I really hope it turned out alright <3 I did a lot of research, but I also made up a lot of things so if any of it’s wrong, you’ll just have to suspend your disbelief and find it in your hearts to forgive me lol thank you for reading and hope you like it! xD

“Cassian has asked me to inform you that we will be leaving for Kafrene shortly.”

I placed my hands on my hips, raising both eyebrows. K2 stared back, although it was impossible to tell the expression on his face considering he was a robot. Usually I had to wait for him to open his mouth to pinpoint what kind of mood he was in.

“What? He couldn’t drag himself back here and tell me himself?” I asked, turning and heading back into my room to grab my jacket from the bed. “Didn’t take you for an errand boy, K2!” I called over my shoulder.

I heard the robot let out a grunt, and my lips twitched knowing I had hit a nerve.

“Trust me. I take no pleasure in being Cassian’s messenger.” He placed an emphasis on the word ‘messenger’ that suggested it put a bitter taste in his mouth. A figure of speech, considering he actually couldn’t taste anything. “However, he insisted he was too busy preparing the ship.”

I snorted, shrugging on my faded blue jacket and tucking my blaster into the holster at my hip. “Excuses, excuses, excuses. You think he’s just too lazy to make the walk or is it me?” I asked with a grin, clapping K2 on his metal shoulder as I brushed past him out into the hallway.

“You, I think.” K2 answered simply. “So it goes without saying that I would appreciate it if you two would not drive me to the verge of insanity on this trip.”

I perked an eyebrow. “I’ll behave if he does.”

“Unlikely.” He muttered, making me laugh.

We entered the loading bay, our footsteps echoing off the sleek, metal floors. The area was alive with activity, as per usual. Ships were coming and going at all times, as a groups of fighters traveled to and from the debriefing room to deliver whatever news they carried and receive their new orders.

How I had managed to land myself as the third party to K2 and Cassian’s merry crew, I still hadn’t figured out. Mothma had made the call months ago, and even Cassian dared not go against her orders. Secretly I suspected her reasoning had less to do with my killer accuracy with a blaster and more to do with the fact that the captain spent all his time either alone or with a sassy robot. And I spent all of my time at the shooting range. Neither of us were exactly the outgoing, friend-making type. Putting us together had been an intentional choice, though I was still trying to figure out every single day what it was that Cassian and I were to one another.

I could see his ship docked in its usual place, Cassian standing with his back to us. No doubt making his mental checklist, the same thing he did anytime we left Yavin 4. My eyes seemed to take on a will of their own as they traveled from the back of his dark brown hair and down to his boot clad feet, admiring the snug fit of his jacket. I’d already succumbed to the fact that Andor was a good looking man. Rugged, confident. Stubborn as hell. I spent most my time ignoring the attraction, though I knew it was mutual. To an outsider, it probably looked like all we did was bicker. That was true, but there were times when looks lingered too long, when shoulders brushed and touches dwindled that made me wonder if perhaps the battle outside the planet wasn’t the only one raging on.

“Any new information on those Kyber crystals?” I asked K2, tearing my eyes away from Cassian and cursing his parents for creating a man that was both undeniably gorgeous and a pain in my ass.

The robot shook his head. “Unfortunately not. Though Cassian has received a transmission from an informant on Kafrene. He’s being annoyingly secretive about it.”

I sighed, shaking my head. “Why am I not surprised that our dear captain isn’t sharing his news?”

Before K2 had a chance to answer, my path to the ship was blocked as a tall, familiar form stepped in front of me. I suppressed a groan as a white-toothed smile was flashed in my direction.

“Going off planet?” Quinn asked. Judging from the coating of sand on his arms and shirt, he had only just returned from a mission himself. I cursed my bad luck. Of course I would cross paths with the most persistent man in the Rebellion just as I was about to leave.

“Mhm. Kafrene.” I answered, forcing a tight-lipped smile onto my face. I peered around Quinn’s hulking form to give K2 a pleading look. He raised both hands as if to say ‘sorry, can’t help you’, though I was sure he was smug about leaving me to fend for myself. While Quinn was a nice enough guy, he couldn’t seem to take a hint to save his life. Something that might have also been my fault. I hadn’t had the heart to shut him down once and for all. I had been hoping if I rejected his offer to take me out enough times, he would get the point. But no. Sadly not.

“Oh, too bad. I was hoping now that I’m back we could spend some time together.” He said, running a hand over his buzzed, short hair. His blue eyes looked hopeful and it gave me a very tiny twinge of guilt…Now I felt both guilty and annoyed, which was a strange combination.

“That’s sweet, Quinn, but I can’t right now. I should probably get on board.” I said quickly, nodding in the direction behind him.

Quinn turned to see where I was gesturing to, giving me a perfect view of Cassian, who was no longer facing the ship but looking directly at us. He was leaning back against the side of the space craft, his arms crossed over his chest. Even from where I was standing, I could see he was irritated. Probably because I was holding him up.

“Really? With Andor again?”

The blatant dislike in his voice instantly made my guilt disappear, even though I couldn’t exactly say why. What reason would I have for being upset over his reaction to Cassian. The captain and I were partners. Nothing more…unless you counted those brief, fleeting moments in between when we’d agree on something and he would give me that slip of a smile and— I shook the thought away. Now was not the time.

“I don’t exactly have an option. Mothma gave the orders.” I said, more sharply than I’d intended. The hurt look on his face didn’t return my guilt. I side-stepped him and headed in Cassian’s direction. “I’ll see you later”

He didn’t respond, but his gaze followed me across the room. And his eyes weren’t the only one trained on me. Cassian was still leaning against the ship when I approached, but he didn’t say anything when I stopped in front of him. He just shook his head, which was somehow more annoying.

“What? Did I keep you waiting too long?” I asked sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes, pushing himself off the ship and ducking inside. “Not at all. K2 and I don’t mind waiting for you and your boyfriend. Do we?”

“For the last time Cassian, do not drag me into this. Maybe you don’t mind being on the wrong end of her blaster, but you know she doesn’t miss.” I heard the robot say from the co-captain’s chair.

I sputtered for a moment, still standing outside the ship. I gathered myself together after a few seconds and stalked inside, hitting the button on the inside wall. The ramp began to retract, closing us in.

“Boyfriend? Are you daft?” I asked in disbelief. Cassian didn’t answer, dropping down into the pilot’s chair and flipping a few switches on the consul. I heard the engines hum to life beneath me. I waited, but he still didn’t answer. “You are an incredibly ignorant man. And a pain in my ass.”

“Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart!” He called over the roar of the engines as he hit the throttle and we lifted from the ground. I stumbled a few steps and dropped down into one of the seats against the wall. “I suggest you stop talking and buckle up!”

I glared at the back of his smug head, but didn’t bother trying to shout a witty retort over the noise of the ship. Besides, it wasn’t worth it.

The trip to Kafrene was mostly silent. I stayed in the back, spending part of the trip cleaning my gun, another taking inventory, and a few minutes here and there glaring at the back of Cassian’s head. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d met someone who had so easily gotten under my skin. We were like fire and gasoline, two people who shouldn’t mix yet every time we did there was an explosion. And if I were being truly honest with myself…Cassian was the closest person to me in my life. Which sounded sad. Well, it was sad. Not unlike him, I didn’t entertain too many relationships. Too much trouble. Too much risk. So needless to say it was extra annoying that he seemed to believe there was something going on between me and Quinn.

By the time the ship bumped gently against the ground, I was itching for fresh air and more breathing room. I hit the button for the door and the ramp slowly began to lower, letting in a gust of air. Not clean air, but air with the faintest hint of something like oil, or dirt. Kafrene was mostly a mining colony after all, not much in the way of civilization except the one town that had been built up over time for the miners and their families.

I left the ship, stretching my arms over my head and causing my shirt to lift. I felt eyes on me yet again and I turned just in time to see Cassian’s gaze flickering away from the small stretch of exposed skin. Or maybe I had only imagined it. Either way, I felt my cheeks grow warm.

“So?” I asked, watching as he pushed a hand through his dark hair, surveying the area around us. There was nothing but a stretch of rust colored dirt between us and the town. “What’s the plan? K2 says you have some type of informant here? Anything to do with the crystals?”

Cassian shot a look at K2 who merely shrugged. “You can glare all you want, but you never explicitly said not to tell her.”

Cassian shook his head, ignoring him. “It’s bigger than that.” I waited for him to go on, but he fell silent.

“How big?” I prompted curiously.

A sigh escaped him as he finally turned to look at me. “I can’t say for sure, but this could change everything.”

A low whistle escaped me. “That big, huh? You gonna share the secret?”

He didn’t answer and instead shifted from one foot to the next, yet again keeping his mouth clamped firmly shut. I felt a stab of annoyance.

“Seriously? How long have we been working together, Andor? Think you could trust me with one damn thing after all this time.” I muttered, turning my back on him and stalking off in the direction of civilization.

He didn’t let me walk away, and instead, fell into step with me. “It’s not about that. But until I know if the information is accurate or not, I don’t want to go getting anyone worried.” He murmured, and for a moment, the raw truth behind his words surprised me, even though he had seemed rather reluctant to say anything. Worry began to stir somewhere deep inside me. If he was that concerned, it really must have been something huge.

“Okay, fine. But I’ll be there, so I’ll either hear it from this so called informant, I’ll hear it from you.”

He shook his head. “You won’t be there.”

My feet stopped in their tracks, but I felt one of K2’s long fingers prodding me in the back and encouraging me to keep going. “I won’t be there? Where the hell will I be then? I’m not a child you can boss around! Damn it, Cassian, you—“ He held up a hand in an attempt to silence me and my eyes widened. “Oh, so that’s how it is?”

“It’s nothing against you. I just need to do this alone.” He grunted.

“Alright, fine then. But you’re wrong if you think I’m just going to hang back and wait. I’ll conduct my own business. You let me know when you’re done.”

By this time, we had reached the edge of the small town and I moved to stalk off in a different direction. I felt a hand on my elbow, pulling me back. I turned around to come face to face with Cassian, his hand warm on my arm.

“Just be careful, alright.” He murmured, catching me off guard. Not that this was an unusual sentiment. It wasn’t. He had uttered the same four words to me countless times before, though in all different tones and inflections. I never could make sense of exactly what he meant…be careful why? What did it matter to him if something happened to me? Yet he always said it anytime we went into a mission, like a mantra. And each time it affected me more than I wanted it to. “Don’t go getting yourself into trouble.”

My eyes roamed over his face, trying for once to place an emotion behind the words, but could find nothing solid. His dark eyes continued to bore into my own, though, making it suddenly a little difficult to breathe. I shrugged him off and took a step back, giving myself some needed space.

“I can handle myself.”

I pivoted on my heel and disappeared into the thin crowd of people. I felt his eyes on me until I turned the next corner and disappeared. It was only then that I stopped and inhaled deeply. I let out the breath through pursed lips. Why was he so impossible to figure out? One minute arguing with me, the next concerned about my safety? He was a riddle I just couldn’t make sense of. A mystery that seemed unsolvable. I shook it off and wondered down the aisle of tents and makeshift shop stalls, selling all sorts of trinkets and junk. What I was looking for required a certain crowd of people. The type that gossiped. That type that drank enough to loosen their lips.

I found the local bar in no time at all, following the stench of alcohol and the raucous sound of laughter coming from inside. Cassian’s words about staying out of trouble echoed briefly in my head, but I shrugged them off and headed inside anyways. The room was filled with a cloud of smoke, but through the haze I could see it was only half full. There was a circular bar in the center of the room, with mismatched, tattered tables and chairs pushed against the walls. As I walked in, I felt the eyes following me. Not only was I a stranger, but I was also the only woman in the room. Fortunately, this was something I had grown used to.

I sidled up to the bar, playing it off as if it were an establishment I frequented on a regular basis…though I knew I wasn’t fooling anyone. The bartender wasn’t human, with his long, slender neck and black eyes set into a diamond shaped face. He blinked at me as I settled into a seat at the bar, choosing a place near the back corner where I had full visibility of the room. One thing I had learned early on and always stuck to: never turn your back on a doorway.

There was a group of men seated next to me, a few chairs away. All human but one. They eyed me curiously, not bothering to avoid looking inconspicuous as I caught them staring. I cleared my throat and looked back at the bartender.

“Ale, please.”

His only acknowledgement of my request was to turn his back on me, and I heard the rattling of glasses. I swiveled on my stool to face the room, propping my chin in my hand. In addition to the whole ‘never turn your back to a door’ thing, I’d also learned that bars and taverns were the best places to pick up information. Or anywhere at all where alcohol was served. Drunk men were just as gossipy as elderly women and it didn’t take much to eavesdrop on a conversation, or even convince someone to spill a few secrets. I just hoped I would come up with something about the crystal shipments.

There was the clink of glass against metal and I turned to see the bartender sliding my pint toward me. I wrapped my fingers around the cold glass and pulled it close, taking a sip. The taste left my mouth bitter. The group of men to my right had gone back to talking amongst themselves, though I caught snippets of the conversation here and there. Nothing juicy, and certainly nothing that would gain me any points for the Rebellion. However, there was one man who just couldn’t seem to take his eyes off me. I let my gaze flicker to him for a moment and he smiled, though it was more predatory than friendly. His front two incisors had been sharpened to points, his blonde hair a mess of tangled curls on his head. He was even taller than Quinn.

He detached himself from his gaggle of friends and made his way toward me. Instantly, the hairs on my arm stood on end. A sure signal that whatever he wanted wasn’t anything I was willing to give. He leaned heavily against the bar next to me, setting down his glass and lazily circling the rim with his finger.

“You’re a new face.” He said after a moment, in a slow drawl that hinted that this was a man who was used to getting his way without trying. “What brings you to our little slice of heaven?”

I gave him a demure smile, shrugging my shoulders. Feigning nonchalance. “Just business.”

Perhaps if I played my cards right, I could get him to tell me something, anything, about the presence of the Empire on Kafrene and what they were doing with all that Kyber.

He raised his eyebrows. “Business, eh? Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be working. Girl like you outta have a man doing that for her.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Please. The oldest line in the book. And how archaic of him to assume I needed a man to do anything for me at all? A voice in the back of my head prompted me to stay calm and keep on playing nice. Even if it killed me…a slow, agonizing death from pretending I half-enjoyed this scumbag’s presence.

“I find I can handle myself.” I answered, lifting my glass to my lips and taking another small sip.

He grinned wolfishly at me. “Is that so? Well then…my apologies.”

I nodded my head. “Although, all these Stormtroopers running around doesn’t exactly make me want to stay.”

It was a line…a faint one, but I was hoping he would bite a little.

A growl escaped the back of his throat, his grin vanishing instantly. “Leaches. Cowards…the lot of ‘em. Taking what they want and giving nothing in return.”

His words instantly nabbed at me. Trying not to seem to eager, I leaned forward slightly. “What do you mean, taking what they want?”

He shook his head and for a moment, looked like he might actually answer. Then, he seemed to think better of it and hesitated. When he looked back at me, that same devilish grin had taken its place. “An answer I’d be willing to give. In fact, there’re plenty answers I’d be willing to give about anything, doll. For a price.”

My stomach dropped as his meaty hand found its way to my knee, resting there before giving it a squeeze. Bile rose in the back of my throat, and I quickly looked around the bar but no one seemed to be paying us any attention. So he wasn’t as dumb as he looked then. He knew I was after something. I shifted slightly in my seat and brushed his hand from my leg.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m not that type of girl.”

“Really?” He grunted. He took a step closer, making him entirely too close for comfort. I held my ground, though, not even averting my gaze. “You smell like one of them Rebel spies. I’m willing to bet your after something, and here I am…kind enough to offer some answers.”

My pulse had picked up, my heart beating a tattoo against my ribcage. His hand returned to my leg and I felt a flare of anger over the sudden clench of fear. I gripped his fingers and pried them from my knee, bending them backward until he let out a groan of pain and tore himself out of my grasp.

“Don’t touch me.” I hissed, standing from my chair. On flat feet, he was at least two heads taller, but I craned my neck and stared up at him defiantly.

In the blink of an eye, he had me by the front of the shirt and was pinning me against the bar, his warm breath steaming against my face. I wrinkled my nose, my hand immediately going for my blaster. I fiddled with it in my holster as the stranger eyed me dangerously.

“I don’t see anyone around to stop me.”

My fingers curled around the gun. I was just about to draw when suddenly, the man was yanked away from me and shoved harshly to the ground. I blinked in surprise when I realized it was Cassian standing there…his gun directed at the man’s head and his boot wedged against his neck.

“She said not to touch her.” He growled, digging his boot in deeper and causing the man to gasp for air.

“Take it outside!” Someone yelled from across the room.

It seemed to take my brain a long moment to catch up, seeing the stranger glaring at Cassian from the floor, while Cassian himself seemed on the verge of pulling the trigger just for the hell of it. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the rest of the men at the bar standing up from their seats.

Time to go.

I hurriedly pushed myself away from the bar and placed my hand on Cassian’s arm. His gaze swung toward me and the look of pure anger in his eyes stunned me for a moment. I hadn’t ever seen him look like that before.

“Come on, let’s go.” I urged quietly.

He hesitated and I squeezed his arm. The internal struggle went on half a minute longer before he was lowering his gun and taking a step back. He holstered the blaster, holding up his hands and eyeing the group of men next to the bar as we backed away toward the door. We were nearly gone when the man had the nerve to hurl one last insult at me.

“Bitch!”

I clenched my teeth, bristling at the single syllable word. He’s a nobody, I reminded myself. A nothing. And not the first time some roach had tried to get the last word. It was a weak attempt. Pathetic, almost. Still, I gritted my teeth to stop myself from snapping back at him…but it wasn’t me who reacted first. It was Cassian, turning back around with his eyes narrowed dangerously. The air seemed to go still, and I knew the last thing we needed was a fight with the locals. I stepped in front of him and placed my hands on both his shoulders, trying to get his attention.

“Cassian,” I murmured. “It’s not worth it, alright? He’s a nobody. Let’s just go.”

I held my breath, waiting, and his dark eyes finally found mine. I could see the conflict brewing in his dark gaze, but I nudged him toward the door again. He took his lower lip into his mouth, as if contemplating whether or not to listen. I said his name again and his senses seemed to come flooding back as he nodded once and turned back around, leading the way outside.

I hadn’t realized how anxious I’d been until we were outside, away from the smoke filled room. I sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, my eyes trained on Cassian’s back. I hadn’t ever seen him act like that before, and it unnerved me. Normally he was so calm and level-headed. He kept his composure no matter what the circumstances…more often than not, he was talking me out of a fight. Yet if I hadn’t stopped him back there…I was sure he would have gotten into a scuffle. Possibly worse. He led the way, but I didn’t ask where we were going. For once, I didn’t dare pester him with questions about what the hell we were doing. After all, this Cassian was unknown territory.

Not to mention, he seemed on edge as he led us through the maze of tents and shop stalls, keeping close to the walls with his head tucked down. A warning prickled down my spine, wondering just what had happened while I’d been out on my own. Whatever had transpired between him and his informant had clearly left him spooked.

We didn’t stop until he ducked into in alleyway, pushing both hands through his hair before letting them fall to his side.

“Cassian?” I asked, his name lingering in the air between us.

A beat passed before he answered, shoulders stiffening and hands curling into fists at his sides. “Do you have any idea the danger you could’ve put yourself in?” He asked, his voice a growl.

He turned to face me, taking a few steps closer. The ferocity in his eyes had returned, his entire presence looming over me and making him seem bigger than he actually was. It kept my feet frozen exactly where they were. Not out of fear or intimidation. What I felt was surprise. Maybe even confusion. We had fought before. Many times. Yelling matches that could’ve given sworn enemies a run for their money. This felt different, though. The energy was different. There was something else there…a protectiveness. And while he looked so angry, the anger wasn’t totally directed at me. Judging by the far away look in his eyes, he was still back in that pub, facing down that brutish man.

“I could’ve managed without you.” I finally said, though even as the words left my mouth I knew they weren’t true. I wanted them to be. I wanted to prove that I didn’t need him, yet he proved me wrong time and time again. But I knew I had proved him wrong in exactly the same way more than once over our long partnership.

“He had you cornered.” Cassian shot back.

“I was about to handle it. I could’ve handled him.” I said, trying to convince myself as much as him.

“Maybe if it were just him, but what if the rest of them decided to gang up on you too? Then what?” He asked, peering at me with his dark eyes. He shook his head. “I told you to stay out of trouble.”

“Well if you had just let me come with you, if you just trusted me enough—“

“For the last time, It’s not a matter of trust. It’s a matter of me keeping you alive!”

I couldn’t have masked my surprised if I had tried. “Keeping me alive? It’s not your job to keep me safe.”

“Maybe not, but that doesn’t make me any less inclined to do it.” He snapped. “Keeping you safe is all I care about sometimes, for some god forsaken reason.”

My breath caught in my throat. “What are you saying, Cassian?”

I watched the muscles in his jaw tighten as we looked at one another. The intensity was so strong that there was a part of me that wanted to look away, look anywhere else. I couldn’t, though. And yet, it wasn’t the first time I had felt this between us. Whatever it was. I had yet to put a name to it. The last time was when we had gotten separated on Jakku during a scuffle. We had a rule about returning to the ship anytime that we were separated…A rule I had always felt was pointless. And that day, it was a good thing I had decided to ignore it and look for Cassian anyways. Another minute and he would’ve found himself traded to the Empire as a peace-keeping gift.

Not unlike now, at first he had been furious. But after all the yelling had subsided, there’d been a moment just like this one. A moment where we both suddenly seemed to forget what we were supposed to feel toward one another, where the animosity and rivalry vanished, where I looked at him and instead of seeing a smug rebel pilot, I saw a man, who like myself, had been beaten down. A man who was lonely but refused to show it. Two people who seemed to recognize we were all the other had, and what that could mean if we let it.

He let out a breath, coming closer. “What I’m saying—“

There was suddenly the sound of footsteps. Dozens of them marching in unison. I stiffened, but it was Cassian’s face that showed the true panic he felt, momentarily breaking the spell that had been between us and making me wonder yet again what he had been up to. He pushed me against the wall, bracing his hands against the stone one either side of my head. Not even a full second later, a brigade of stormtroopers marched past us, at least a dozen. Possibly more.

My heart pounded, though I was having a hard time deciding if it was because of the troopers, or because of Cassian’s sudden closeness. He was pressed up against me, making it impossible to ignore the heat of his skin beneath his shirt. The top of my head barely reached the bottom of his chin, and I fought the urge nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. I’d noticed before, he had a scent that was purely Cassian…soap and leather. It was strangely comforting. And the closeness of him made every inch of me hyperaware. Maybe that was why I avoided being this close to him when possible. It was like being caught in a trap…once you’re in, you can’t get out.

Stop it, I scolded myself. Just stop.

I inhaled a breath and lifted my head, and my heart jolted when our eyes met. Our eyes locked as the last of the footsteps disappeared. Instead of pushing himself away, he stayed right where he was. I made no move to put space between us either, realizing with both a thrill and a hint of terror, I was very much stuck in the trap that was Cassian Andor.

My breath caught in my throat as he lifted a hand and pushed a stray strand of hair out of my eyes. “I never asked.” He suddenly murmured. “Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you?”

It took my muddled, dazed mind a moment to realize he meant the man from the bar. I shook my head mutely.

“Good.”

I expected his hand to fall away, but the calloused pads of his fingers slid down my cheek and followed the curve of my jaw, his thumb brushing across my lips and making my stomach flutter against my will. Yes, this was exactly why we didn’t get this close. He turned me into a useless pile of jelly.

“Are you alright?” I asked quietly.

He nodded.

I pressed my palms agains this chest, feeling the erratic beating of his heart. It comforted me to know it was beating just as fast as mine. I slid my palms down to his waist, feeling the slight shudder of his body beneath my touch. There was a small coherent part of my brain reminding me we needed to go, and that I needed to know what had him so spooked and-and…

“There you two are, I was—really? Is this the time or place?”

We jumped a part at the sound of K2’s voice, coherency drifting back to me as I spun and saw K2 standing in the mouth of the alley. I cleared my throat, my face burning.

“Right, let’s go.” I said, brushing past him.

I heard K2 mutter something from behind me that sounded like ‘humans, honestly.”

I was on edge the entire way back, as we constantly ducked into alleys or hidden alcoves in an attempt to avoid being seen. I was becoming more and more suspicious that the sudden influx of troopers in the city had everything to do with Cassian. They were scanning the IDs of everyone, and it was by some miracle that we slipped through the cracks and made it back to the ship without being caught. I didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until the lift door snapped shut and the engines powered on. Through the window, I watched the planet grow smaller and smaller until it was nothing more than round ball of swirling shapes and colors.

I stood up from my seat and walked to the front of the ship, placing one hand on either pilot chairs. I couldn’t look at Cassian without seeing the same fiercely protective glint in his eye that he looked at me with in the alley, without remembering his hands on me. I fought back another wave of heat that threatened to redden my cheeks. I didn’t know what it meant. I couldn’t even decipher my own feelings. Yet the idea of being close to him again…it was tempting and dangerous.

“Can you tell me what that was all about?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silence.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. And as the silence went on, my usual annoyance returned piece by piece. So easily, we could just fall back into our usual pattern. He surprised me though when he suddenly stood up from the chair and motioned for me to take a seat in the back.

“Man the controls for a moment, K2.”

“Fine, just try and keep your hands to yourself until we’re back on Yavin, would you?”

Cassian rolled his eyes and I grimaced a little. The robot wasn’t going to let it go.

He sat down next to me, leaning his head back against the wall. He looked tired, the same as I felt, and I was reminded of the burdens each of us carried. I suddenly ached to take some of that burden for him.

“I didn’t want to say anything until I knew whether or not the information was solid,” he began. “But a few days ago, I received a transmission from an informant concerning a weapon the Empire has been building…something strong enough to destroy planets.”

I inhaled sharply, my heart faltering. “Is it true?”

He nodded. “I think so…that’s where all the Kyber crystals are going.”

I let this sink in, letting my head fall back against the wall same as his and staring up at the ceiling. Trying to think about what it meant if what Cassian’s informant had said was the truth. A weapon of that scale in the hands of the Empire could mean the end of everything. Literally.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just…I was hoping it wasn’t true.” He muttered, shaking his head.

Just as I had wished, I felt the weight of this burden sinking onto my shoulders. But, it didn’t explain the Stormtroopers, or the way he had been on edge. I had a feeling about that, though. “The informant? He’s dead, isn’t he?”

Cassian nodded after a moment of hesitation. “I had no choice.”

His voice was soft, the tone seemingly trying to convince himself as much as me that he really had no other option. My heart ached for a moment, thinking of all the hard choices I’d made over the course of the war. I wasn’t innocent either.

I grabbed one of his hands, taking him by surprise. He glanced over at me, but I kept my eyes trained on our hands. “We’ve both had to do things for the Rebellion that have been difficult…that have changed who we are.” I said softly. “That doesn’t make us bad people.” Yet even I couldn’t completely hide the uncertainty in my voice.

He squeezed my hand. “For our sake then, I hope not. This war is far from over.”

I glanced up at him and our eyes met, and I was wondering if this information had been what had changed his demeanor toward me. If perhaps this had been what caused the subtle shift. I’d always known my days were numbered. With the Empire out there, each day was an uncertainty. Yet just as quickly as I’d had this thought, his hand was pulled from mine as he headed back toward the cockpit, leaving me alone to cycle through my confused train of thought. #

As soon as we landed back on Yavin 4, K2, Cassian, and I rushed into the debriefing room to tell the commanders what we had learned on Kafrene. The mood of the room darkened almost instantly, voices falling into silence as each person tried to comprehend the scale of this bad news. I couldn’t sit, too keyed up. I could feel Cassian’s presence next to me in the room, hovering near one of the projection screens. When the commanders began discussing in heated voices what was to be done next, I sensed him as he slipped from the room. I moved to follow him, calling his name as soon as I’d left the quiet of the room and was back in the loading bay.

“Cassian, wait!”

He slowed before turning around, though he didn’t look surprised to see me. I came to a halt in front of him, but realized I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to say. Maybe because I was afraid anything I did say would rebuild both our walls all over again. He didn’t say anything and instead just looked at me, patiently.

I shifted uncomfortably. “Back on Kafrene…you never finished what you were saying.”

His only response at first was the push his fingers through his hair, a habit I now recognized as one he used when he wasn’t sure what to say. At least I wasn’t the only one. I fiddled with the zipper on my jacket as I waited. He took in his lower lip between his teeth before exhaling a long breath.

“Can we talk somewhere else? Alone?” He asked suddenly, looking around the room and making me aware of the dozens of people around us. Though no one seemed to be paying us much attention.

I nodded, pulse jumping a little. “Sure.”

He nodded his head in the direction of one of the long halls and we fell into step together. Our hands brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through me and I wondered if he noticed as well.

We were almost there when a familiar, unwelcome voice began calling my name. I let out a groan. The absolute last person I wanted to see, I glanced up to see Quinn jogging toward us. When I looked at Cassian, he was glaring at the other man, his jaw tense.

“You’re back.” Quinn said, smiling at me.

“Obviously.” Cassian muttered under his breath, shoving his hands into his pockets and rolling his eyes.

Quinn frowned at him before looking back at me. “Anyways, I was hoping you’d take me up on that offer of spending some time together?”

I let out an inaudible sigh, both annoyed and frustrated. Maybe it was time to just tell him to get lost. To make it clear I wasn’t interested. “Actually,” I began, but was quickly interrupted.

“She’s busy. With me. So if you’ll excuse us…” Cassian took my hand and Quinn’s eyes flitted to our intertwined fingers before looking back at me with raised eyebrows. All I could do was turn red as I was tugged away from the loading bay. I waited for Cassian to let go of my hand, but he didn’t. And when we finally found ourselves alone, in an empty corner, he turned to face me with a spark in his eyes I hadn’t noticed before. It was almost like the one there when he’d been with me in the alley.

He suddenly pressed his mouth to mine, and I stumbled back in surprise. He caught me, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me to him. My arms went around his neck, standing on tip toes as I pressed myself against him. I threaded my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, as his mouth moved slowly against mine, tongue slipping in-between my lips. The unexpectedness of it had momentarily dazed me…and the feeling of his hands on the small of my back, keeping me pressed flushed against him, didn’t help.

I was kissing Cassian Andor. He had kissed me. Which was the furthest thing I’d expected when I’d gotten out of bed that morning. And somehow…it felt right. In my mind, we’d been the two most unlikely people in the world but it somehow made sense. We’d both just been trying our hardest to avoid it for so long. I pulled him tighter against me, making it clear that whatever this was, I wanted it too.

We were both breathless when it ended, yet like in the alley, neither of us made a move for more space. I pushed my hands underneath his jacket, running my hands over his shoulders.

He was the first to speak, which was a relief because I seemed to have suddenly lost the ability to form sentences. “That’s what I wanted to tell you on Kafrene…”

“The feeling’s mutual.” I managed to murmur, making him laugh. A warm sound that sent pleasant shivers running through me.

“Believe it or not, you might be the only person in this galaxy I care about. Even when it doesn’t seem like it. I just never wanted to acknowledge what that meant before today.” He continued, his voice growing more serious. “You drive me insane sometimes, you have to argue with me about everything, you constantly put yourself into danger…and yet I can’t stay away from you anymore.” He said, causing my breath to catch as his eyes bored into mine. “

I nodded, sliding my hands through his hair again. “For some reason, even though you’re a pain in my ass, I care about you too…”

His lips quirked upward into an adorable smile. “I wasn’t sure. What with Quinn hanging around…” He began and I made a face, realizing when his smile grew that he was joking.

“Though Quinn has consistently not tried to start a fight with me everyday, for some reason, I like you more.”

He let out another laugh. “I’m flattered.”

“Although I did like seeing you jealous…” I added, giving him a teasing smile.

He leaned in closer. “I wasn’t jealous. I was annoyed that he was preventing me from doing this, which was all I could think about.” He whispered against my mouth, brushing his lips against mine. His mouth slid down my jaw and kissed the sensitive skin against my neck. I tangled my fingers in his hair, my breathing becoming more shallow.

“Sure looked like jealousy to me.”

His mouth abruptly left my skin, and I let out a sound of protest. When I opened my eyes, he was was smirking at me mischievously. “Coming from the girl who also claims she has no problems staying out of trouble.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but when I couldn’t think of anything to refute his claim, Cassian’s smirk grew, his eyes dancing with amusement. I rolled my own eyes in response.

“Shut up.” I said, curling my fingers into the front of his shirt and pulling his mouth to mine.

I leaned back against the nearest wall and he braced himself against it with one hand, the other cupping the back of my neck. Our mouths moved against one another’s more boldly, now that the tentativeness of the first time was out of the way. My fingers itched to touch him, to explore and discover all the parts of him I’d never allowed myself to touch before. For a moment, I forgot where we were as I undid one of the buttons on his shirt, then another before sliding my hand beneath the thin material.

It was the sound of voices that finally sent me plummeting back to reality. My hands stilled as Cassian slowly pulled away, opening his eyes and looking at me with a softness that made my heart stutter. He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before straightening up and redoing the buttons on his shirt as I ran my hands through my hair and smoothed the wrinkles in my own clothing.

“To be continued?” I asked, a hopeful smile tugging at one side of my lips.

He nodded and smiled back at me, leaning in and kissing the top of my head. I sighed, leaning into him. Instead of pulling back right away, he placed his lips close to my ear and whispered, “You were right. I was jealous.”

A grin tugged at my lips, my stomach fluttering. He took a step back, wearing that infuriatingly sexy smirk of his. Making me wonder if he was right…letting myself fall for Cassian Andor seemed like trouble.

And yet, I couldn’t have stopped myself even I’d wanted to.

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