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Then the War, Chapter 4/5 (Andor, Cassian/Melshi/Bix, 17k total)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Major Character Death (The Canonical Ones), Canon-Compliant (As Far As We Know!), Complicated Relationships, Schrödinger's Infidelity (Whose? Yes), Injury, Recovery, Fixing It and Making It Worse

Please mind the tags, and I hope you enjoy!

Summary:

"When I woke up, Bix was – she left on the first transport from Yavin this morning. And then I had to deal with the report to Draven, and there were the technicians: I just had them set up a deprogrammed KX security droid in our home. Anyway, it’s a long story.” “Sounds like it,” Melshi replied. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, searching for some version of “so, speaking of stories, Bix told me she was going away” that wouldn’t land like a slap to the face, after all that. He didn’t find it in time. ..... Or, Bix finds Melshi before she leaves Yavin, and nothing gets simpler.

Read the Fourth Chapter

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*thinks up an idea for a silly quick piece* okay haha let's whip something up real quick

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WIP Wednesday

Happy WIP Wednesday! Getting back into the big Jynbixmelshian fic, though it's getting harder to avoid spoilers with these little scenes :)

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"I hear we have a guest staying."

Oh. Right. That.

"Bix told you then?"

"She got through on the radio last night." Ah, so that's why she hadn't come to bed until late. "We came back right away."

She waits for him to go on but he doesn't. The smile on his face has faded into something more pensive and a little sad. She wonders if he's thinking about his sister again. Stupid question, of course he is.

"And?" she says, sitting up in bed and resigning herself to an emotional morning.

"He's in the kitchen." Cassian tilts his head towards that direction. "He's cooking breakfast."

...huh?

"He's what now?"

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You can plan out a fanfic to help you sleep, but watch out! You will Forget.

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Daily Update (68)

My children are collapsing from severe hunger. Their frail bodies can’t endure anymore, and their eyes search in vain for food or nutritional supplements.

Hamoud, my youngest son, faints from malnutrition, and with every fainting spell, a piece of his childhood is stolen.

(In my previous post, I shared his photo, but Tumblr hid it due to the distressing nature of the image.)

No food. No medicine. No supplements, Only deadly hunger and a disturbing global silence.

I withdraw donations daily just to buy bread, and nothing remains. Prices are unimaginably high.

I urgently need 5 packs of children's nutritional supplements each costing €20.

Your donation today is their only lifeline.🙏

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TSUNAMI WARNING!

Hawaii: WARNING

Alaska, British Columbia, west coast in general are on watch

Live info here:

https://www.tsunami.gov/

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[Image description: A GIF of Cassian and Melshi looking at each other across the work table in Narkina 5; Cassian is grinning as Melshi watches him intently. The GIF is accompanied by a Reductress headline reading "How to spot that twinkle in his eye that says he's going to masturbate to you later." End ID]

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This blog is now apparently old enough to get a tumblr blog of its own.

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if I think for too long about Melshi leaving Cassian in a state of grief and then coming back into his life when Cassian is in another state of grief I might chew my own arm off

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Then the War, Chapter 3/5 (Andor, Cassian/Melshi/Bix, 17k total)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Major Character Death (The Canonical Ones), Canon-Compliant (As Far As We Know!), Complicated Relationships, Schrödinger's Infidelity (Whose? Yes), Injury, Recovery, Fixing It and Making It Worse

Please mind the tags, and I hope you enjoy!

Summary:

"When I woke up, Bix was – she left on the first transport from Yavin this morning. And then I had to deal with the report to Draven, and there were the technicians: I just had them set up a deprogrammed KX security droid in our home. Anyway, it’s a long story.” “Sounds like it,” Melshi replied. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, searching for some version of “so, speaking of stories, Bix told me she was going away” that wouldn’t land like a slap to the face, after all that. He didn’t find it in time. ..... Or, Bix finds Melshi before she leaves Yavin, and nothing gets simpler.

Read the Third Chapter

Start from the Beginning

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I think one of the best things about Clue (1985) is that nobody goes through any character development. They're all just trying to solve locked-room murders as they're being committed, overacting, and delivering witty lines. Nobody learns anything except who killed people. Tim Curry is there too.

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its important to write fanfiction no one cares about 👍

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should I get a masters or jump into a river and swim away forever. vote now

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secret history - ao3 608w T

“Oh, nothing. He just seems a bit…” she waves her hand theatrically as if searching for the right word, “stoic? Not exactly your usual type.”

In which Bix can see through Cassian's evasions from parsecs away, and takes full advantage of how well she knows him.

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“So,” she starts, and Cassian barely glances up at her from servicing his bryar, “you two have history?”

Cassian makes a non-committal sort of sound, shrugs as he picks up a rag to clear off the gas residue from the barrel, “We met years ago, didn’t expect to see him again.”

It’s exactly the kind of vague answer she had expected. Bix puts down her own stock and chamber, leaning back in her seat and folding her arms, unable to keep the corner of her mouth from ticking up. “I meant the other kind of history.”

If she didn’t know Cassian as deeply as she does, she might think him particularly intent upon scrubbing at a spot of discoloration on the blaster's muzzle, rather than it being an excuse to stall for time.

“It was before we got back together,” he admits all too easily.

Ah. So, it must have been in the months before Cassian had joined them on Mina-Rau, perhaps on some reconnaissance for Luthen? Or before that. Before Ferrix. The when of it all is hardly the thing she's interested in.

She’s trying to bite back a grin when Cassian finally shoots her a glance.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. He just seems a bit…” she waves her hand theatrically as if searching for the right word, “stoic? Not exactly your usual type.”

Cassian frowns, beginning to slot the pieces of the bryar back together, mutters something that sounds an awful lot like ‘probably not his usual type either’ through the clicking and snapping of metal.

“Is this going to be a problem?” He finally asks.

Well. Cassian had certainly never had a problem parading around with ex-partners before. On Ferrix that is. The last few years have been too strange and unsettled for anything like that. And while Melshi seems nice enough, she doesn’t exactly consider him competition.

“A problem for who?” She loves that halfway-confused crease between his eyebrows, all dark eyed and long lashed as he tries to figure out her angle.

“You’re the one who started this conversation.”

Fair enough, and her curiosity certainly isn’t sated quite yet.

“I can’t quite paint the picture in my head - ”

“Stop trying to picture it.”

“ - how you and someone like him end up…you know…”

“A few too many drinks in a run down outer-rim bar. Happy?”

Definitely not. She knows what Cassian sounds like when he’s lying almost as well as she knows her way around the guts of a speeder's engine.

“You always had a ‘few too many’ drinks on Ferrix and never went home with someone like him.”

“I was too busy trying to take you home.” Sweet talker. He’s evading.

“Anyway, it’s not just you. I’ve never met someone so bloody uptight and somber. How’d you loosen up a guy like that?” Bix chews on her lip and definitely doesn’t think about the connotations of what tight and loose might mean in another context.

“Bix,” he says her name all exasperated, which means she’s prodding at the edge of something he’d rather not talk about. It only makes her want to try harder.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re embarrassed? I’ve seen some of the people you’ve slept with. At least Melshi’s good looking.”

Whatever reaction she had been expecting, it hadn't been Cassian sinking back into his seat, and facing her full on, expression open and almost sad.

“You get all my secrets, Bix. You don’t get his,” he says all too quietly and honestly, before picking up her discarded stock and barrel and turning back to finish cleaning them.

It tells her almost nothing and an awful lot all at once.

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Every time someone comments on my old fic, i feel like I'm an old actor getting paid residuals. Appreciate you, old-fic-commenters. Key source of emotional income, tbh.

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The ceaseless work of trying to love others as you wish to be loved, eclipsed only by the work of trying to love yourself as you wish to be loved.

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reblog to give writers the power to write 10k words of porn without plot