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Casanova

Cassian Andor x Reader | Part 1/3

a/n: this is my very first thing i've ever written for cassian AND the first of my writings i've ever uploaded here! shout out to the people who were interested in this - i hope you like it!!

word count: 2.9k

warnings: petty cass (his true self), messing with canon per usual

summary: two of the most stubborn rebels constantly get paired together - what could go wrong?

“Y/N, we need you. I need you.”

“No you don’t,” you replied, eyes fixated on the book in front of you. 

“Y/N-”

“I said no.” You turned around in your chair to face the man before you, giving a glare that made the man wince. 

It wasn’t the first time Luthen had come to you, asking for your assistance in one of his grand schemes. It also wasn’t the first time you had refused him.

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in the cause, it was more so a general dislike of having to constantly uproot yourself. You liked the home that you had made for yourself on Chandrila and preferred to stay nested within your sanctuary, dealing with the more technological side of things rather than being physically active in it. 

Once you were satisfied that your message had gotten across, you turned back to your work.

Despite the fact that you practically always refused his requests for help, you always caved in the end. Luthen knew it wasn’t because of a weak resolve - you had one of the strongest dispositions out of everyone he knew - but rather an undying devotion to Mon Mothma. He didn’t know the details around the arrangement you two had, but he knew enough to know that she knew something that could put you in danger. He would never pry about it though; he was a foolish man but even he knew better than that.

He sighed behind you as you continued scribbling notes, attempting to decode some Imperial plans that Mon had managed to snag. 

The only sound that filled the study room was the sound of your pencil furiously scratching. The two of you sat in silence for a minute until you couldn’t take it anymore, turning around to meet Luthen’s piercing gaze.

“What is it now?” You dejectedly sighed. He gave you a smirk as he straightened up, happy to have won the silent treatment battle you often found yourselves entangled in.

“You caved quickly this time.”

“Yeah, well I’m tired so hurry up. I promised Leida I’d go on a walk with her later,” you said, leaning back in your chair with your arms crossed, feigning nonchalance. 

“It’s simple this time. I need you to go to Aldhani,” he explained. You rolled your eyes at his vague explanation.

“To do what?” He stayed silent for a beat too long, and he could tell by the way you straightened up that you noticed it. 

“I need you to join a group of rebels to attack the Garrison.” You barked out a laugh.

“Are you crazy? Luthen that’s the most suicidal thing you’ve ever asked of me,” you argued.

“I know that but I’ve already crafted a group of rebels and-”

“Then why do you need me?” You interrupted.

“There’s a new guy on board and I need you to make sure he stays in check,” he carefully explained, knowing that he was treading on thin ice.

“So you need me to be a free babysitter,” you said, getting up from your chair to commence your pacing. This was another part of the routine you two participated in. It was at this stage that he could lose you. It’d happened before, once. And that mission ended terribly, all the rebels who were a part of it perishing.

“He’s getting 200,000 credits out of this,” Luthen gently explained. You paused your pacing and looked him directly in the eyes. 200,000 was a lot of credits, even for Luthen and his schemes. 

“This kid must be the real deal then, huh?” You mumbled, eyes darting across his face for any sign of an explanation. Either this guy was the best damn asset the Rebellion has ever seen or Luthen was convinced he wasn’t making it out alive.

“I don’t know.” You contemplatively hummed. Just the answer you suspected.

“Did you pitch him as a replaceable member to Vel?” You questioned, tossing the man a smirk. You had met Vel Sartha once before briefly in passing, but you knew enough about the Aldhani rebel leader to know that she would be cautious about getting a new guy on this mission.

Luthen let out a half-hearted chuckle. “You know me too well.” You smiled at his admittance. He was a stubborn man; getting him to verbally admit that you were one of the few people who could read him like a book was thrilling.

“What’s his name?” You asked.

“Clem,” Luthen said, his eyes quickly flitting across your desk. You could tell that he was lying and he knew it. He was constantly torn between hating and loving your observance.

“That’s an alias,” you noted. “You’ve given that name before.”

“Well yes, you know I shouldn’t-”

“I don’t care what you should or shouldn’t do, Luthen,” you snapped. “It’s clear that you need me for this to not go entirely south and add more of a death count onto your conscience.” His left eye twitched. It was a low blow on your part, but you were petty and stubborn and wanted to know this guy's name. Besides, if things did go south quickly, the least you could do was tell the guy his real name one last time. 

“What’s his name?”

Luthen let out a defeated sigh.

“Cassian Andor.”

~~~~~

It had been a year since the Aldhani heist, one in which Cassian and yourself had come out unscathed. You hadn’t spoken much after the mission - or during the mission for that matter - but you both knew that your paths would inevitably cross again. You had been intertwined with the rebellion since Mon found you and if Cassian wasn’t interwoven with it before, he certainly was after Aldhani. 

You heard scattered whispers about his whereabouts, but you never gathered enough information to find out where the man truly was or what he was doing. During your time on Aldhani, he proved himself to be an enigma through and through. For someone who claimed to just be in it for the money, he was arguably one of the most passionate people there. You had met your fair share of people who were just in it for the money or who claimed to be passionate, but also just in it for the money. But no one that you had confronted had quite the demeanor that Cassian did.

All you knew was that he was coming to join yourself and the rest of the rebels on Yavin 4 that evening.

Engrossed in your work, you barely noticed the light tap on the door. “Y/N?” The door opened to reveal Mon standing in the doorway.

“What’s up?” You asked, turning your chair away from your beloved work and towards the woman at the door.

“I need all my captains present to welcome the new rebels. There are quite a few this time around, all of who are vital to our cause. I need them to feel like they’re important,” she explained, tentatively stepping inside the minuscule room, letting the door shut behind her. Mon knew better than anyone that there were days where you were a fuse waiting to explode, especially on the days when your fingertips were covered in pencil residue.

You scoffed. “I know I can fly but last time I checked I wasn’t a captain.”

“Well, yes, but you’re quite good at welcoming new recruits and I just wanted to let you know that-”

“This is about Andor, isn’t it?” You questioned.

“Yes, it is. I just wanted to let you know that-”

“He was the one on Aldhani with me. The guy Luthen hired,” you finished with a smug look, relishing in the perplexed expression on Mon's face. Despite your strong allegiance to the Chandrilian woman in front of you, it never hurt to stump those in higher positions.

“Did you always know that?” Mon questioned.

“Luthen told me,” you mumbled. “I told him I wouldn’t do the mission if he didn’t tell me. Didn’t gain me much, but you know how I like to do things.” Mon Mothma let out a breathy laugh.

“Now that I do.” She gave you a small smile. “Well, since you know that, would you like to join us?”

“Might as well,” you said, groaning as you stood up and stretched out your back. “I’ve been hunched over that desk all day trying to figure out the easiest way to break through Coruscant’s communication towers.”

“Some air will be good for you,” Mon mused, opening the door to your quarters and guiding you towards the flight deck.

You felt slightly out of place amongst all the captains and lieutenants. Sure, you could fly - quite well if you were being honest - and you wasn’t too shabby with a blaster either, but you felt the most comfortable nestled in corners around the base with your notebooks and blueprints.

Once the ships had landed and their occupants were safe on solid ground, Mon welcomed the new recruits. Your eyes searched the faces of those standing before you, noting the various emotions that graced everyone’s features. Fear, excitement, and a pair of searing brown eyes you had seen once before.

Cassian Andor.

~~~~~

It had been a few weeks since Cassian had joined you on the Yavin-4 base and, much to the dismay of quite literally every single person on the base, the two of you had been picking petty fights non-stop.

“Andor.”

“I’m on my break.”

“You’re in my spot,” you pointed out, hovering over Cassian. It was stupid, really, but he was sitting in your favorite corner spot and you had a long day.

In total fairness, you both had a long day. Whilst his morning was filled with debriefs, yours was spent continuing to make plans for an infiltration mission Mon Mothma had tasked you with organizing. The afternoon was spent with some flying drills, where you two had spent more time arguing through your COM systems than actually flying.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that we suddenly had assigned seats,” he said, not even bothering to turn around and face you directly. Your face scrunched up in frustration.

“I think the pen marks I’ve left there over the past few months tell a different story,” you retorted, moving Cassian’s strategically placed hand to reveal various equations you had scribbled down over your time on the rebel base. 

It wasn’t a big deal, in all honesty. Sure, you loved your corners - you would swear on the Rebellion itself that they were the most comfortable of places to work - but there were plenty more for you to sit at. It’s just that you were exhausted after a grueling day’s work and wanted to spend some time in one of your favorite spots.

And maybe poking at the pilot in front of you was fun, but you wouldn't dare to admit that out loud.

“Maybe if your brain spent more time in the sky than it does in your skull we wouldn’t be forced to do those stupid lessons,” he grumbled, still choosing to not turn around and face you, which just frustrated you even more.

“So it’s my fault they’re making us train then?”

“I could do it just fine on my own.”

“Right, yeah, okay sure. Let’s blame the person who's been slaving away to try and understand just how these new Imperial ships work instead of blaming the Empire itself. Nice going Andor,” you practically shouted, causing a few heads to turn in the fairly empty mess hall. You could've sworn that you could hear a few of them sigh - a here we go again murmured amongst the tired rebels even - but you were purely focused on the man from Ferrix who sat before you.

Cassian abruptly stood up, finally facing you. His gaze was hard and cold, bordering on terrifying.

It was one of the reasons why you hated Cassian; you were supposed to be the one with the terrifying stares, not him. It was what you were known for. He couldn’t be both the greatest pilot and the greatest “death stare giver-outer”. It wasn't fair.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he seethed, jaw clenching in an attempt to control his rising anger.

“Well that’s sure as hell what it sounded like,” you retorted, eyes quickly darting across his face before settling back on his eyes. His clenched jaw and hardened eyes indicating that you were really in for it now.

“Forget it,” he exclaimed, abruptly pushing his seat back to leave. “Take your damn chair.” It shocked you a bit, that he didn't keep pressing as he normally did. But you were both tired, so you brushed it off, trying to hide your disappointment that he was backing down so easily.

“See, that wasn’t so hard was it now Andor,” you shouted after him, a smirk donning your features as he flipped you off without so much as turning back around to look at you.

Sitting down in your spot, you let out a sigh of relief. Finally, a moment of peace. You pulled out your notebook to read through the notes informants had provided to you when your pages instantly got cast with a shadow.

“Look, Andor if you’re going to be a bitch about this then I think-”

“You two are worse than children,” Mon's voice rang out. You whipped your head up, giving a sheepish smile in return. 

“Sorry Mon, thought you were Andor,” you mumbled. Mon shook her head, a slight smile gracing her lips as she sat down opposite you.

“I really was hoping that two of our greatest assets wouldn’t be at each other’s necks all the time, you know,” she remarked.

“Someone’s gotta put his ego down a rung.”

“I could say he’s doing the same for you.” You gasped in mock offense. 

“And here I thought you were on my side.”

Mon let out a half-hearted chuckle. “I’m on the side of the Rebellion.” 

“Of course, you have to ruin my fun with your realistic statements,” you grumbled.

“You know me,” Mon said. “Anyways, I wanted to speak with you about an upcoming assignment.”

You groaned. “Again? I just got back two days ago from the last one and I swear this time that I’m so close to figuring out the easiest way to break through Coruscant’s communications systems.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I wish I could give you more time to work your magic but it’s urgent.”

“When do I leave,” you sighed in defeat. You knew there was no way to argue around an assignment, let alone one directly given to you by Mon.

“You’ll find out tomorrow. I just wanted to give you a heads up so you don’t flip out in front of everyone again,” Mon Mothma explained, trying - and failing - to suppress a smirk.

“That was one time!” You exclaimed. “Besides, it wasn’t my idea to pair Andor and I up on a long-ass mission to the Outer Rim.” It was at that moment that Mon made a crucial mistake. Her eyes flitted to the wall behind you, and it was at that second that you connected the dots.

“No!” You shouted, standing up from the table. There was no way you were going on another mission with him again.

“The situation was entirely out of my control, you-”

“I’m not listening to this right now,” you grumbled, slamming your notebook shut and grabbing your belongings. 

Mon sighed, knowing her arguing would be futile. “Get some rest, please," she pleaded.

“Whatever,” you murmured, walking away from the leader. You knew you were being childish, but the exhaustion of the day had caught up to you and you were so grateful to finally be back on base that the idea of having to leave so soon agitated you further. Especially if you had to be with him. 

As you practically stormed towards your sleeping quarters, you passed a confused-looking Cassian who was in the middle of talking with some fellow pilots. 

“Wait up!” He shouted to you. You were too exhausted with everything to argue and let him catch up with you.

You two walked in silence for a minute or so until Cassian spoke up. “Ran out of snarky comments for today, huh?”

“Just quit it Cassian, I’ve had a long day,” you grumbled. He paused directly in his tracks.

“Woah.”

“What now?”

“You called me Cassian.”

“So?” You shrugged. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”

“You always call me Andor,” he pointed out. You never noticed it until this very moment, but you realized he was right. 

“Just tired, is all,” you mumbled.

“Are you sure?” He questioned.

“Careful there Andor,” you lightly chuckled. “I’m gonna start thinking that you don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” You looked at him then and was shocked at the amount of honesty you found in his gaze. You shook it off instantly, blaming it on the exhaustion that evidently radiated off the two of you.

“Yeah right.” You paused in front of your door, turning around to face him. “See you in the morning Andor.”

“Goodnight.”

You closed the door on him without so much as a second glance, instantly flopping onto your bed. 

I can’t believe I have to go on another mission with him, you thought to yourself.

Cassian Andor.

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thanks for reading this far!! i hope you guys liked it - let me know what you think! this was originally gonna be a one shot and then i was like wait let me cook so i hope you enjoy my yapping <3

i swear they're gonna interact more in the next part gang we just had to do some set up here (i promise there will be WAY more fluff this man deserves some happiness because he's always having a shit time, but it's also cassian so naturally shit has to be complicated)

expect the next part soon!! working on it as we speak :D

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andor s2 has reawakened my deep love for cassian andor PERCHANCE would anyone be interested in a one-shot/mini-series/maybe-not-mini-series-if-i-can't-quit-yapping about the man himself??