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Reasons, Ch.5 - Cassian Andor series

Female reader insert Summary: You're a droidsmith on Ferrix when a handsome stranger walks in one day with a hopelessly damaged droid. You agree to take on the repairs for the stranger, a decision that will change the direction of your lives forever. A/N: sorry for the delay on posting this! i hit a bit of writer's block but slowly working my way through it Word Count: 1,951 Content Warnings for: canon-divergence; cursing Taglist: @mithicakurogo @nonniecannie @freerangesweets @zbeez-outlet @chicken-fifi @queerponcho @theatergirlmgm

Cassian gave one more scan of the darkened street before motioning you to follow him. You followed close behind, his wariness setting your nerves on edge. The outskirts of Niamos’ capital city were deserted, only the distant sound of ocean waves lapping at a shoreline and the occasional gentle breeze rustling the large fronds of the palm trees above. You’d been walking for hours, darting from one abandoned alley to the next, tracing Cassian’s footsteps carefully and taking your cue from him. Every muscle and bone in your body felt heavy like lead.

As if he could read your thoughts, Cassian turned to you. “It’s just up there,” he whispered, pointing to a small, nondescript building nestled between a holovid shop and a grocer, both storefronts darkened and empty. You nodded, grateful to think you might be able to rest soon.

Cassian reached back with his left hand until his fingers found your wrist, gently twining around it. He darted across the dim street, tugging you behind him protectively. When the two of you finally reached the doorway, Cassian dropped the pack from his back and began rummaging through it, looking for a key you assumed.

“Hey there! You two!”

You jumped as a distant voice split the quiet of the sleeping, semi-abandoned street. Cassian froze, both of you exhausted from running and hoping against hope that you weren’t hitting this roadblock mere inches from safety.

“It’s past curfew! What are you doing out here? Get your identification out!”

Shit. You saw the same panic in Cassian’s eyes as he met yours.

“City security,” he murmured. He rose from a crouch on the front step, looking over your shoulder in the direction of the voice. The hair on the back of your neck prickled, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to turn and face the threat.

“What are we going to do?” you hissed. By now, the Empire would have your identities flagged across the galaxy. Showing your identification now would render your harrowing escape from Ferrix completely irrelevant. Niamos security would hold you until the Empire collected you, and from there…

You swallowed thickly, trying to hold onto logic as you felt your hands begin to shake.

“Do you trust me?” Cassian murmured as he gently pulled you between him and the doorway, out of the line of sight of the approaching guard.

“You two! Identifications!”

The voice was louder now as the guard drew closer. Cassian gently gripped your chin, guiding your face back to meet his gaze.

“Y/n, do you trust me?” he repeated.

You sighed in frustration. “Cassian, do you think if I didn’t trust you that I would be here ri-”

Before you could finish, his lips crashed against yours, swallowing the remainder of your rhetorical question. You tried to pull back in momentary surprise, a squeak of shock loosing form your throat, but you felt Cassian gently press himself against you, flattening your back against the doorway of the building behind you. He raised his right arm and rested it on the wall next to your face, hiding your face from the flashlight beam of the security guard.

Your thoughts scattered as adrenaline surged in your blood, a mix of fear and thrill. You hesitated for only a moment before you returned Cassian’s kiss. His lips were warm and soft, the rhythm of his kiss felt as natural as your own heartbeat. You felt his free hand come to rest against your hip, pulling your pelvis away from the wall and into his embrace. Your heart stuttered in your chest at the sensation, and you let yourself melt further into Cassian’s warmth.

“‘Ey! You two! I said, identifications!”

The guard couldn’t have been more than ten paces away now. The sound of his voice felt like an anchor, dragging you down out of the bliss of the moment. A surge of resentment flooded your stomach as Cassian broke the kiss. He didn’t move his arm from the wall next to your face, and you noticed the way he shifted his body to keep you obscured from the guard’s light.

“S-sorry sir!” Cassian called back, his words slurred. He swayed unsteadily on his feet. For half a breath, you wondered if it was the kiss that had undone his composure. You knitted your brows in confusion as he continued to teeter like a tree caught in a strong wind. Cassian caught your eye and winked at you, a half smirk lighting up his handsome face.

“We… we-uh… we’re just-” Cassian’s voice was thick and halting, as if his tongue had swelled up. You watched as Cassian fumbled goofily with the pocket at the side of his pants.

“Where are you two coming from then?” The guard kept approaching, although his demanding tone had been replaced by a calmer wariness.

Cassian fiddled futilely with his pocket, turning half-round to face the guard. You hid your face from the direct light, tucking yourself under the shadow of Cassian’s still-raised arm.

“We were…uhm, damnitall,” Cassian cursed under his breath as he continued to pluck futilely at the snap on his pocket, “-at the Graalon Cantina.”

The pieces clicked into place at Cassian’s words. His slurred speech, exaggeratedly uncoordinated movements, the lie about being at a cantina: he was pretending to be drunk. Finally understanding the ploy, you reached around his waist and yanked him against you with what you hoped was a convincingly reckless display of abandon.

“C’mon baby,” you pouted, trying to mimic Casian’s imitation slurring. “Where’s the keys?”

Cassian shot you a sidelong look of surprise, a flicker of delight in his dark eyes.

“Sshsssh, c’mon, getyer identificashun out,” he replied, his tongue stumbling expertly on the consonants. Over his shoulder, you heard the guard chuckle.

“Graalon Cantina, eh? Sounds like a fun night.” The guard’s previously commanding bark had softened, and you heard him chuckle knowingly. Your heart leapt at the thought that he might actually be falling for it.

“Hopefully i’ssnot over yet,” Cassian called back, earning a louder guffaw from the guard. You let out a giggle, adding a hiccup at the end for effect. Even though it was an act, your heart skipped a beat at the implications of Cassian’s smart retort. Don’t be so desperate, you chided yourself, trying to stay focused on selling the lie for the guard.

“Alright, well listen, it’s well past curfew. Normally I’d have to issue you both citations, but I hate to ruin the fun. Is this your place?”

“Yessir,” Cassian replied. His head had dipped down towards yours, a few locks of his dark hair falling loose 20forehead. You could see his individual eyelashes from this distance, hear the sound of his breath. Taking advantage of the scene that you’d set up for the guard, you let yourself lean into Cassian, catching his lips in yours again. This time, it was Cassian who was surprised, his reaction delayed but greedy. You felt a flush stain your cheeks and throat to think that there was a total stranger watching the fun. Is this your place?”

“Alright you two, get in there before I have to give you a second citation for public indecency. Don’t let it happen again.”

You felt yourself relax at the guard’s words. Cassian smiled, fighting down the note of relief as he replied gratefully. The surge of relief numbed the accuracy of his faux-drunk slurring, but the guard didn’t seem to notice. You watched as the beam moved down the street, the guard’s footsteps fading, leaving you and Cassian a quiet darkness against the doorway. When you could no longer hear his boots on the cobbled street, you and Cassian let out a unified shaky exhale.

“That was genius,” you murmured, a note of awe saturating your words. You caught a glimmer in Cassian’s eyes even in the darkness. You hoped he would lean in and kiss you again. But instead, he stepped away from you, dropping his gaze and clearing his throat in embarrassment.

“I’ve always been a good actor,” he mumbled, raking a hand through his hair as if trying to shake off a weird dream. Your hopeful heart crumpled in your chest. An act, that chastising voice reminded you. That’s all it was.

You swallowed, trying to wipe the breathlessness off your face as you nodded in agreement, straightening and stepping aside from the door. Cassian returned to his pack, fishing through its contents as an awkward silence stretched between you two. He finally withdrew a small scramble key, its side marked with the red starbird symbol of the Rebellion. You watched as Cassian slotted it into the keyhole at the door. With a soft click, the door sprang open an inch, revealing a pitch blackness in the interior of the building.

“This is an old Resistance safe house,” Cassian whispered as he pushed open the door and beckoned you inside. You obliged, barely registering his words as you tried to settle your mind. The inside of the house was so dark you couldn’t see anything. You shuffled in as far as you dared, leaving enough room for Cassian to crowd in behind you. He did, letting the door shut out the soft noises of the night. In the total darkness inside, all you could hear was two sets of breathing as Cassian fumbled along the walls next to the door, searching for a lightswitch.

“Why are you so hellbent on helping me?” The question slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to stop it. Something about the fading adrenaline of the kiss mingled with the sting of your hurt pride at Cassian’s rebuke made you bold. It didn’t hurt that you couldn’t see him either. You weren’t sure you wanted to know what expression he was wearing at that moment.

There was a moment of heavy quiet as nothing but the sounds of your breaths hung in the empty entryway.

You heard a soft click as the lights flicked on. The hallway stretched out long in front of you, a row of windows visible at the back of the house. Beyond the windows, you could see a very dim horizon over an expanse of ocean. Niamos was primarily an ocean planet, although you hadn’t realized how close you’d been to the shore outside in the darkened city street.

Across the foyer, Cassian was staring at you. His eyes looked haunted and heavy. He moved towards you a fraction of an inch, his hand twitching at his side as if he were going to reach out and touch you. Your heart twisted with restless hope. But something stopped him, his movement freezing and extinguishing as his face contorted slightly from something painful you couldn’t see. When he spoke, the intensity in his voice hit you like a ton of bricks.

“I’ve got my reasons,” he replied cryptically before he picked up his pack and disappeared down the hall, turning right at the end and climbing up a stairway you couldn’t see.

“You take the downstairs bedroom,” he called back to you. “We should only be here for a few days before I can get you safe passage to Coruscant.” His footsteps faded into the recesses of the house, which was apparently much larger than the unassuming doorway let on. You heard the soft thud of a door closing, plunging you into a lonely silence. You stayed rooted to the spot in the entryway, grappling with the realization that you were no longer content to let Cassian say goodbye…

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Reasons, Ch.4 - Cassian Andor series

Female reader insert Summary: You're a droidsmith on Ferrix when a handsome stranger walks in one day with a hopelessly damaged droid. You agree to take on the repairs for the stranger, a decision that will change the direction of your lives forever. Word Count: 2,863 Content Warnings for: canon-divergence; cursing Taglist: @mithicakurogo @nonniecannie @freerangesweets @zbeez-outlet

“I didn’t steal the credits.”

You shot Cassian a sidelong glare across the dark cockpit of his starship as he fidgeted with the dials and gauges. The engines sputtered futilely as Cassian continued to make adjustments to the flight console.

“Stop playing games, Cassian,” you shot back. You were still rankled by his intrusion, and Cassian’s reluctance to answer any of your questions directly was making it worse. “If you didn’t steal the credits, then why the hell are you acting like a criminal?!”

You saw a momentary glimmer of hurt flicker in Cassian’s dark eyes, but he continued to avoid your gaze. He was focused on the starship’s console, his hands dancing along its lit surface as he flicked switches, fiddled with dials, and punched in a string of codes to the ship’s computer. He cursed under his breath as one of the engines backfired, spitting out a thick cloud of black smoke in the pale early-dawn air.

“Cassian, goddamnit, you better tell me what’s going on or so help me I will walk out of this ship and back to my bed!” you pressed. He stopped and turned towards you, the desperation in his dark eyes catching you off guard.

“Please, y/n. I know I don’t deserve it, but I need you to trust me.”

Your nostrils flared in exasperation, but the intensity of his pleading silenced your rebuttals. You nodded bitterly, crossing your arms across your chest to communicate your displeasure. You saw Cassian relax an inch, his attention turning back to the flight console.

“I need to get that engine working.” Without waiting for a reply, Cassian rose from his seat and strode out of the ship. A few seconds later, you heard the dull thud of footsteps on the wing of the starship as he walked out to the sputtering engine.

Finally alone with a moment to process, you let out a shaky breath and leaned your head back against the headrest of the co-pilot’s chair. You let your eyelids flutter closed as you tried to think of how long you could realistically be gone before someone would notice. Unfortunately, you had a long list of clients at the moment. You could get away with three, maybe four days if you were lucky. Whatever Cassian needed - wherever he was taking you - it would have to be a short trip. You couldn’t afford to lose the income from those jobs.

The bright beam of a searchlight sweeping over the launchpad jarred you out of your reverie. Your eyes shot open and your mind pricked with a twinge of anxiety. The sound of distant voices reached your ears, and the searchlight settled squarely on Cassian’s ship.

“Cassian?” you called out. He didn’t answer, although you heard a heavy clunk from the direction of the damaged engine.

“Cassian!” Still nothing.

“Cassian?!”

“I know, I know.”

You jumped, not realizing he had made it back inside the ship. The searchlight was bobbing frantically, its carrier running in your direction. The voices were coming into earshot now, a fleet of footsteps racing along the flat runway in your direction.

“Cassian, who are they?” you asked, trying to sound brave. Cassian ignored you again, flicking a few dials above his head. The engine he’d been working on shuddered violently, shaking the entire ship.

“Come on, baby,” he muttered, coaxing his ship to life as he gently pressed on the accelerator lever. The engines roared in response, one sputtering and belching as it tried to catch a steady idle. “Come on, not now. Don’t do this to me now.”

You fell quiet, suddenly an appreciation of the danger you might really be in slapping you across the face. Outside, you could hear voices shouting at you.

“Stop! Get out of the starship! Cassian Andor and Y/n Y/l/n, you’re under arrest by order of the Galactic Empire!”

Your mind felt like it’d been plunged into ice, your thoughts tangled on the words Galactic Empire. The seriousness of your situation struck you like lightning. The Empire only came after the most serious crimes in this sector. And their treatment of accused criminals was infamous, although you’d never personally known anyone who’d met one. Anyone who got accused by the Empire simply vanished and never returned. And they knew your name.

You shot Cassian a wide-eyed look as the starship’s engine finally thundered into full idle.

“Yes!” His face broke into a momentary grin of relief, pumping his fists into the air briefly as his starship’s engines synchronized and whirred into full power. Cassian’s celebration was short-lived. He reached over and grabbed your hand, placing it on the accelerator.

“On my mark, throw this forward as far as it’ll go,” he called out over the din of the engines. The searchlight was so bright in front of the cockpit windows you were almost blinded. You nodded next to him, startling at the sound of blasters opening fire. You’d heard blaster fire before, but you’d never been the target. Adrenaline raced through your veins and your whole body went tense.

Sensing your fear, Cassian leaned over, pushing you down below the sightline from the cockpit windows and sheltering you with his arm. You let Cassian hug you against him, twisting to shield you from the window with his body. You were pressed against his side, one hand still on the starship’s accelerator. You felt Cassian moving around you, flicking switches and turning knobs. A sudden dropping sensation told you the starship had lifted off the launchpad. The sound of blaster fire was intensifying, although you could hear desperation in the voices outside as they realized that the ship was lifting. You forced yourself to breathe in and out as you tried to shut out the roar of the engines, the whizzing blaster fire, and the shouts from below. You closed your eyes and tucked yourself instinctively deeper into Cassian’s side.

“NOW!”

You thrust the ship’s accelerator forward as far as you could push it, surprised by how much resistance the lever gave you. You gritted your teeth and threw your full strength against the lever. It shuddered forward until the engines roared so loudly you swore your head would split in two. You’d only traveled at hyperdrive once before in your life, and you felt the same gut-wrenching vertigo as the starship leapt past the speed of light. You kept breathing, inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth, fighting against the nausea. You felt Cassian tucking a stray lock of your hair back behind your ear.

“Just keep breathing,” he said, his voice relaxing somewhat as the threat of Imperial blaster fire receded behind you in hyperspace. “We’ll be there soon.”

You felt yourself slip into a semi-conscious stupor, the dizziness of hyperdrive washing away any sense of time passing. Only Cassian’s warmth and his occasional encouragement to breathe in and out reminded you of where you were.

* * * * * * * * *

The ship dropped out of hyperspace suddenly. You lurched forward, your body slack and almost laid fully across Cassian’s lap. He didn’t appear upset by it, and even if he had been you were so disoriented and nauseous that you couldn’t have done anything about it.

You heard him power the engines all the way down to a barely-there purr as the ship came to a complete stop.

“Here. Sit up slowly with your eyes open.”

Against your instincts, you forced your eyes open as Cassian gently guided you back to an upright posture in your seat. His jaw was tense and his brows knitted together as he watched you intently, inventorying your every move with tender worry. Once you were sitting up on your own, he stood and walked towards the back of the ship. You turned instinctively to follow him with your eyes, instantly regretting it as a new wave of nausea bubbled in your gut.

“Look straight forward,” he told you. You acquiesced, listening to the sound of him rummaging around behind you. When he returned, he handed you a small vial of bright purple liquid. You fumbled with it, struggling to coordinate your movements. Cassian saw and uncorked the vial for you, helping your hands grip it. A strong, sweet smell emanated from the violet liquid, tickling your nostrils. You grumbled up at him, unable to bring yourself to speak.

“It’s homemade,” he told you as if sensing your question. “Bacta mixed with meiloorun juice. It’ll help with the hyperspace sickness.”

You cocked a skeptical eyebrow up at him, your head still spinning as you rested it against the seat behind you.

“You really think I would go to the trouble of poisoning you after all that?” He chuckled darkly and waved his hands generally in the back of the ship, referencing whatever you’d just escaped. You managed to shoot him a half smile, returning your focus to the vial of liquid. Your hands were trembling, and you had to move slowly to avoid reactivating the urge to vomit.

Cassian sensed your sensitivity and gently took the vial from your hand. He placed one hand behind your head at the base of your neck as he placed the vial against your lips, tipping it back as he helped your head incline slightly so you could swallow it. The juice tasted sweet and pleasant, but you could sense the bitter, viscous Bacta milk mixed in. Still, you drank it all. As the liquid settled in your gut, the spinning nausea softened and the pounding in your head dulled. Cassian wiped a stray drop from your lips and you felt your cheeks heat at the tender contact.

“I didn’t realize you were sensitive to hypertravel,” Cassian commented aimlessly. He settled into the seat next to you, plugging in coordinates to the starship’s console. The ship began to edge forward at a steady pace, nowhere near the violent speed of hypertravel. You peeked out of the cockpit window through slitted eyelids. A planet no bigger than a marble at this distance hung in the emptiness of space directly in front of the ship. It was a pale, sandy color with flecks of green and a wispy-looking atmosphere encircling it.

“Where are we?” you asked weakly.

“That’s Niamos,” Cassian replied, gesturing towards the planet. “Figure we can hole up here for a while.” You noticed the heavy tone in Cassian’s voice and turned your head towards him. The movement made you spin momentarily but the medicine was doing its job, and you regained equilibrium quickly.

“Why are we here, Cassian?” you pressed.

He turned towards you, his eyes suddenly serious.

“Please,” you continued. “Tell me everything. You owe me that.”

Cassian bit the inside of his lip, dropping his eyes from yours guiltily. He sighed heavily.

“I didn’t steal the credits,” he began, repeating his earlier statement when you’d first asked him why he’d awoken you in the middle of the night insisting you had to leave. “But I did steal something to get them.”

You nodded, not surprised by his statement. You’d as much as accepted that there was no completely legal way to come by a sum that large. At least not on Ferrix.

“I traded what I stole with an old business partner. Someone I trusted. Someone I’ve known for years…” Cassian’s expression glazed over with regret and hurt. He’d been betrayed, you realized.

“They sold you out?” you asked.

Cassian nodded, swallowing thickly as his eyes refocused.

“The credits they gave me had tracers in them.” Your stomach sank. Tracers were sophisticated tech, and that caliber of tech wasn’t wasted on petty criminals. You’d always assumed that Cassian lived his life a little left of legal, but you’d never once guessed it would be this serious. Tracers were used to bring down huge crime syndicates, illegal slave trades, and the most lucrative black markets. Not petty junk pirates or your run-of-the-mill silver-fingered thief.

“Tracers?” you asked breathlessly. Cassian nodded.

“What kind of stuff are you tied up in, Cassian?” You weren’t truthfully sure you wanted the answer, but you had to know.

He raked a hand through his dark hair, pain etched into his expression.

“A few months back I was contacted by someone from the Rebellion.” You fell silent, numb with surprise. You’d never known anyone with direct ties to the Rebellion; in fact, you’d always thought of the Rebellion as more of a fairytale than anything. To think Cassian had actually met someone in the Rebellion, that he’d been contacted by them, felt surreal.

“I helped out with a mission. On Aldhani.” The name of the planet Cassian mentioned sounded strangely familiar, but you couldn’t place it. You swiped it aside, focusing on Cassian’s story as he continued. “The Empire found me out, tracked me to Ferrix and got an in with my contact, the one who gave me the credits. They were trying to use the tracers to track down the others who helped with the Aldhani mission. They expected I was using the credits to finance another Rebel plot against the Empire.”

You nodded, trying to keep up with moving pieces as Cassian kept talking. Your head was spinning again, but this time it wasn’t with vertigo.

“But you gave me the credits…” you trailed off, trying to connect the dots. Cassian nodded as if urging you onward.

“So the Empire thinks… that I’m working with you. That I’m part of the Rebellion.” As soon as you spoke it aloud, you knew it was true. That would explain why he insisted on you leaving. If the Empire had you pinned as a Rebel, they would kill you on site.

Cassian gulped, dropping his eyes to his lap.

“Am I right, Cassian?”

A moment of tense quiet stretched between the two of you as you waited for Cassian to confirm your fate. If you were right, then you’d have to live the rest of your days on the run. Even the craftiest Rebels sometimes didn’t manage to stay one step ahead of the Empire, and they had the backing of the Rebellion. You had nothing, and no one. Your father was gone. Your money, your livelihood, everyone you knew was back on Ferrix.

Across the dim cockpit from you, Cassian finally forced his eyes to meet yours. The same deep chasm of grief you’d seen in his eyes back on Ferrix stared back at you.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” His voice broke, emotion cracking his words. “I never would have put you in danger. I swear it. I didn’t know.” His eyes burned with intensity as he pushed that promise towards you.

You waved his apology off with more nonchalance than you felt, but the horrible pain you saw in Cassian’s face would have driven you to say or do almost anything to wipe it away.

“It’s alright, Cassian. I know you didn’t mean it.”

He looked like he was about to argue with you, so you pressed forward with more questions.

“How did you figure this all out?” You didn’t care much, but you were trying to distract him. And yourself, truthfully. The weight of this revelation was too much to take in at once. You knew you’d need to wrestle with this in solitude, but that would need to wait a while.

“The Rebellion put this burden on me, but they also warned me. My contact got wind that the Empire was on my trail with those traced credits. He risked everything to get a message to me.” Cassian sat back, leaning against the headrest of the pilot’s seat. You could see the reflection of the pale green planet Niamos in his eyes. He seemed lost in thought for a moment before he turned back to you.

“They’ll kill you if they get the chance. Both of us. I’m sorry, but there’s no going back.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat at Cassian’s words. You nodded, trying to look brave when your insides felt like they’d turned to jelly. You followed his gaze out the cockpit window, eager to hide the tears that prickled at the corner of your eyes.

“So we’re going to hide here?” You gestured towards Niamos.

“For a while at least,” Cassian said, punching in a few coordinates on the starship’s console. “I know a place we should be able to use for a while. As soon as it’s safe, I’ll get you set up somewhere safe and I’ll make sure you never see me again.”

The ship picked up its pace towards the approaching planet, responding to the flight trajectory Cassian had entered. The cockpit fell into silence, each of you preoccupied with your own thoughts. In spite of yourself, with everything Cassian had told you and the implications it all carried, you found your mind returning to one particular sentence over and over again: I’ll make sure you never see me again. Those words burned like acid in memory, and you hated that after having your world turned upside down, this was what you were hung up on. There were many things Cassian had told you that you’d hoped weren’t true: that last sentence the most of all.

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