#antoc x davits

[drasin]

Are they about to kiss right now?

for @urisarang <3

[textsfromstarkiller]

(785): In all the years we have had drunk sex, have we ever done it in a bed?

[melyzard]

Let me be another late congratulator! Very exciting and so pleased for you! If you're still doing hangover writing, may I present the following quote? It has an entirely different (and more significant) context in its film, but I think it might work well in an angsty Cassian piece: "You are a good man with a good heart" (and we'll leave off the 'and it's hard for a good man to be king' part) from Black Panther.

(Thank you! And I have not yet been able to see this movie, but I hear it’s pretty good!)

“Shh, shh, hush-a-bye, my baby,” his mother crooned low under breath, and Cassian would have resented being called a baby any other time, but the noises outside were scary and Mama’s arms were safe, so he ducked his head and stayed silent. Somewhere overhead, up where the weak sunlight filtered through the papered-over windows, the door crashed open, shaking the house and making Cassian jump. 

Mama gripped him tighter and ran her hand through his hair. “Hush, my little one,” she whispered again, so close to his ear that it tickled and yet so quiet he almost couldn’t hear. Something heavy - many somethings - boots - clumped around, shaking dust down from the floorboards and into the cellar, getting in Cassian’s eyes and making his nose twitch. He wanted to sneeze. He needed to sneeze. But Mama said hush and the stomping footsteps were so, so heavy overhead, heavy enough to smash through the floor and crush Mama and Cassian, stomp, stomp, stomp. So Cassian squeezes his eyes tight, tight, and squished his nose hard against Mama’s shoulder, and held his breath even though it hurt his chest and made his head light and dizzy.

The stomping moved back to the door, buzzing words in a language he only partially understood razored through the air, the door banged closed, and Mama took a deep, deep breath. “Well done,” she said, her tone bright and cheerful, as if they had been playing a game and Cassian had won. “Well done, Cassian. My son,” she kissed his cheek and did not comment on the redness of his face, the way he gulped air against her shoulder. “My good boy.”

-

“Come on, Dav,” Colonel Merrick’s voice was tired but friendly, even filtered through the thins walls of the medical ward to where Cassian leaned in the shadows. “You can’t be serious about the kid. He barely clears my shoulder. He’s not even old enough to shave. He doesn’t belong out there in that shitstorm.”

Cassian scratched at the admittedly thin scruff on his chin and told himself not to take offense. He liked Merrick - a thoughtful, quiet man with a ready smile and an impressive mustache. Well, relatively quiet, quiet for a fighter pilot, anyway, but Cassian made generous allowances for people who pulled his backside out of firefights. The stupid, poorly planned and badly-managed mission on Virujansi might well have been Cassian’s last - an ignoble end for a teenage spy - had Merrick and his Blue squadron not dropped out of the, well, out of the blue and shot the incoming TIE fighters into so much flak. Cassian had been one of the several operatives on the ground, dragging his injured commander through the unexpected riot and to the safety of the shuttle (that never would have made it through the TIE blockade without the X-Wing intervention). 

So Cassian liked Merrick, and right now felt particularly indebted to him - which was probably why his comments sparked such a strange mix of emotions in the spy as the pilot did his best to persuade Draven to remove Cassian from field operations. Resentment (after all he’d done, now someone wanted to shield him?), understanding (Merrick was a fighter pilot, and children don’t fly X-Wings), and appreciation (someone wanted to shield him) all tangled together with duty, fear, and an exhaustion that was already beginning to settle into his bones.

“He’s been in ‘that shitstorm’ for years, Antoc,” Draven’s voice was rough and a bit slurred, the medications slowing him down but not enough to put him out. Cassian suspected that his commander was somehow cheating the medics, squirreling the drugs away when they weren’t looking and probably unplugging his IV drip, too. Perfectly reasonable, of course - to be drugged was to be vulnerable, compromised, and Draven was a high-order operative, the kind of person the Alliance could not afford to be compromised. “And he’s good at it. Your concern is misplaced.”

“I don’t doubt his skills,” Merrick shot back, then sighed. “I talked to him while you were getting your ass stitched back together.” A soft thump, an irritated grumble from Draven, and a low chuckle from Merrick. “And yeah, he’s smart. Talented. Knows his shit. But Dav,” Merrick’s voice moved a little closer to Cassian, and there was a scraping noise - he probably pulled one of the chairs from the wall closer to Draven’s medical bed. Another loud thump as he threw himself into it. “Dav, he’s a good kid. The kind of kid we’re supposed to be, fuck, I don’t know, be doing all this shit for.”

A good kid echoed in Cassian’s ears, and abruptly, he couldn’t listen anymore. He shoved himself off the wall and strode down the hall as fast as he could without running and calling attention to himself, and he did not hear Draven’s reply but he didn’t need to. Merrick didn’t know Cassian, didn’t know what he’s done, what he’s willing to do. There weren’t many who did, and it had been a long, long time since anyone called him “good.”

-

“I guess I was lucky,” Cassian half-joked, watching her through half-closed eyes as she worked at the bloody bandage on his side, “that you didn’t just come straight after me.”

“I did come after you,” Jyn replied distractedly, scowling at the too-small bacta patch and pausing to swipe her slick hands on her trouser leg, trying to dry her fingers for a better grip.

“Not here,” Cassian corrected her, leaning his head back against the bulkhead and feeling the gentle hum of the ship’s engines rattling through the metal, rattling through his addled, blood-deprived brain. “Eadu.”

That made Jyn’s hands still for a moment, and Cassian tapped her knee idly with his hand, playing with the torn edge around the hole there. Her knee was scraped but not bloody - well, not with her own blood - that was good. She probably fell when she threw him into the shuttle. He could fix that hole. Later. When his hands weren’t so cold. “Eadu?” Jyn asked, and her hands started moving again, pushing at his filthy shirt, fingers full of bacta and clean wipes and…whatever had been in that med kit. Had he refilled it recently? Last month, or was it two weeks ago, he remembered because he’d been looking for the -

“Cassian,” Jyn snapped, jolting him back to the present (a place he didn’t particularly want to be right now, not with a hole in his side and fear in Jyn’s eyes, he hated that look, hated being responsible for it, she deserved much better than blood and fear and bacta patches too small -) “Cassian, what about Eadu?”

“I thought you would come after me,” he told her honestly. “When you figured out that I was there to kill your father.”

Jyn pressed down on the wound, locking the bacta patch against his skin, and Cassian’s thoughts temporarily turned sharp and white and incoherent, but then her hands were gentle on his face, and he gratefully focused on that instead. “I thought about it,” she confessed, and Cassian nodded because of course. “But in the end…”

“Better to just go save him,” Cassian sighed, and distantly noted that the bacta was already working, numbing down the pain and clearing his head a little. 

“No.” She shook her head, and Cassian blinked at her in surprise. “That’s isn’t - I just - “

She subsided, frowning at her bloody hands on his face, pulling them away abruptly and making another futile attempt to clean them on her grimy clothes. Cassian’s hands were cold and fumbling, but he managed to catch her fingers and wrap them in his own. “Jyn?”

“Baze said you had the face of a friend,” Jyn blurted. “And I…got that. I mean, it should have just been nonsense to me. ‘Face of a friend,’ “ she snorted, shook her head. “But I got it. Whatever else you were doing, whatever lies you’d told me - “ she glanced up as his hands clenched reflexively, and studied his face for a moment. “It hurt the most because I understood why you were doing it,” she said flatly. “If I killed you, I wouldn’t be killing a - a bad guy,” she shrugged in frustration, struggling with the words. “I’d be killing a man doing what he thought was right, what seemed right to most people. You were wrong,” she emphasized, glaring a little at him, then letting the expression drop. She was tired, he could tell, worn from the frantic battle they had just escaped, exhausted by the fear of losing him to his injuries. “But I understood anyway. I hated that. But I couldn’t lie to myself about it. I would have been killing a good man.”

He couldn’t help it, he jerked a little at the words and the cascade of conflicting emotions they set off:  surprise, pleasure, anger, fear, guilt. Jyn sat and watched his face quietly as he swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, and then nodded as if he had spoken. “You don’t believe it,” she said quietly, “when anyone says that, do you?” 

He opened his mouth, closed it again. His brain was a mess, dizzy already from blood loss, and he could not find the words to explain to her that no - no, he was not - and he was alright with that, he’d chosen it - someday the galaxy would be a place that didn’t need people like - 

“Cassian,” Jyn said firmly, leaning forward and pressing her lips against his bloody cheek. Her hands were tight around his, and even through the copper stink of blood and the clinical citrus smell of bacta, he could smell gun oil and mint, desert sands after the rain, violence and loyalty and hope, everything he associated with Jyn. “You are a good man,” she said against his skin, her voice soft but firm, kind but uncompromising. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t,” she pressed her lips against him in a kiss, and then pulled away to look him right in the eye. “And neither would I.” She let the words sink in for a moment, and then she pulled her hands free and carefully wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him up clumsily to his feet and pointing him towards the ‘fresher. 

“Jyn,” Cassian tried, because he had to try, “I am a spy. A fucking assassin. I’m - “

“Hey,” Jyn cut him off casually as she helped him limp into the ‘fresher and reached for the sonic’s switch, “Friendly word of warning. I don’t let people call the people I love names. The last guy who talked shit ended up on his ass with a busted nose. So just,” she wrinkled her nose and stripped her bloody gloves off, tossing them to the floor. “Just go with it, okay?”

Cassian considered that as she worked briskly to pull the torn remnants of his shirt off, and then reached for her own buttons. “Okay,” he said at last, “okay. I, ah, I will…go with it.” And because her face was still too tight and her hands too careful and professional around his side, he added, “I like my nose in one piece.”

It worked, Jyn’s face relaxed into a smirk and her hands turned less cautious and more lingering as she peeled away their clothes and pulled him into the sonic. “Good. And…I don’t lie to you, Cassian,” she added, stepping forward and slipping her arms around him as the blood and grit of the operation flaked and fell away from them both. “You are a good man. You are.”

“Okay,” he closed his eyes and leaned against her, breathing deep and willing himself to stay upright, to move past the pain and dizziness. “Okay.”

He still didn’t believe her, not really - but there was something in the back of his head, something that sparked and glowed brighter with every brush of her scarred hands, every promise he made her, every heartbeat in time with his own, something that added quietly, yet.

[thestrongeststars]

Ok, so I'm taking requests for drabbles or fics on a ship, (I have a list right underneath of ships I'll write for) and so just send me a ship and a prompt and I'll write something. Ship List - Cassian Andor x Jyn Erso (rebelcaptain) - Cassian Andor x Bodhi Rook (sniperpilot) - Jyn Erso x Leia Organa (Jynleia) - Jyn Erso x Mon Mothma - Bodhi Rook x Luke Skywalker (I call it pilotJedi) - Chirrut îmwe x Baze Malbus (Spiritassassin) - Hera Syndulla x Kanan Jarrus (Kanera) - Hera Syndulla x Mon Mothma (Monera) - Chopper x AP-5 (5/10) *Human or droid form - Zeb Orrelios x Agent Kallus (Kalluzeb) - Sabine Wren x Ezra Bridger (Sabezra) - Sabine Wren x Young!Ahsoka Tano (Sabsoka) - Ezra Bridger x Luke Skywalker - Bail Organa x Breha Organa - Bail Organa x Obi-Wan Kenobi (Does this have a name...) - Breha Organa x Mon Mothma (Senatorqueen) - Leia Organa x Han Solo (Hanleia) - Leia Organa x Young!Ahsoka Tano - Leia Organa x Sabine Wren (Leiabine) - Agent Kallus x Maketh Tua (Mallus) - Leia Organa x Mon Mothma (Monleia) - Owen Lars x Beru Lars - Luke Skywalker x Han Solo (Skysolo) - Luke Skywalker x Wedge Antilles (roguejedi) - Obi-Wan Kenobi x Satine Kryze (Obitine) - Obi-Wan Kenobi x Anakin Skywalker (Obikin) - Anakin Skywalker x Padmè Amidala (I know this has a name but...) - Ahsoka Tano x Riyo Chuchi - Ahsoka Tano x Lux Bonteri (Luxsoka) - Ahsoka Tano x Barriss Offe (Barrissoka) - Ahsoka Tano x Rey - Ahsoka Tano x Steela Gerrera - Ahsoka Tano x Rex (Rexsoka) - Artoo Detoo x Threepio (Droid Husbands) - Padmè Amidala x Mon Mothma (Monme) - Padmè Amidala x Satine Kryze (Padtine) - Padmè Amidala x Rush Clovis - Mon Mothma x Wes Janson (MothmaJanson) - Mon Mothma x Davits Draven - Mon Mothma x Carlist Rieekan - Rebel!Mon Mothma x Mina Bonteri - Luke Skywalker x Biggs Darklighter - Steela Gerrera x Lux Bonteri (Steelux) - Rey x Kylo Ren (Reylo) - Rey x Phasma - Finn x Poe Dameron (Stormpilot) - Armitage Hux x Kylo Ren (Kylux) - Galen Erso x Orson Krennic (Galennic) - Ahrinda Pryce x Thrawn - Jyn Erso x Ahsoka Tano - Mon Mothma x Antoc Merrick - Mon Mothma x Crix Madine I'm also willing to take OTP questions for these ships as well