#cassian andor drabble

[taska-rokanh]

Georgia - Cassian Andor Drabble

Vance Joy's "Georgia" is never not on my mind if I'm honest, and the same goes for Diego Luna

And I could easily lose my mind

"The way you kiss me'll work each time," she teased lightly, words muffled as her lips stayed ghosting his.

Callin' me back into the flames 'n' I'm burnin' up again, I'm burnin' up

I never understood what was at stake, Cassian thought as he looked at her. His life had meant nothing before then, in that moment. Even when he had purpose, when he joined the rebellion, he thought that death wouldn't be the worst thing to happen to him.

And then he met her.

"I never thought your love was worth its weight," she admitted. "But now you come and gone, I finally worked it out."

"I worked it out," he argued. "I never should've told you, I never should've let you see inside, don't want it troublin' your mind—"

"Won't you let it be?"

Cassian stopped, blank. Could he just let it be?

[quarantineddreamer]

Long-Carried

Drabble based on some post-finale thoughts.

He is choking on star-fire, a world turned ash and dust burning his throat with every breath, a bitter meld of blood and sweat still thick on his tongue. 

All the people he���s seen die–the light vanishing from their eyes, the warmth slipping from their skin–and yet this Death he sees before him is a stranger. Unbearably bright, impossibly hot. For all the sleepless nights he has spent haunted by lives lost or taken; for all the time he has spent staring into nothing, contemplating the inevitability of his own fate, somehow, he never considered this.

It’s not pain that bothers him–he is well beyond its reach now–and it’s not quite fear either. No, it is a gentle, but persistent pull at the back of his mind–the voice of memory calling distantly through the roar of destruction all around him.

Jyn’s fingers tighten briefly around his own and the sensation rings like an echo through him, turning every beat of his heart into that of a drum, heralding the arrival of a destiny he has long-carried and only scarcely known. His eyes fall away from the too bright horizon and find instead their sand-feathered hands, cast in a golden glow by the approaching fire.

Suddenly, his tired, weary body comes alive again, his every movement a note, humming with purpose, as he reaches for Jyn–only releasing her hand once their arms are wrapped tight around one another. He wonders… Can she hear it too? When every molecule of their beings slides slowly into place and begins to sing? Can she feel it? How the threads of fate knot home in their embrace; turn to strings of a chord that resonates throughout the universe, in a tone meant only for their ears?

He hopes so. He hopes more than anything that she too can sense this moment where the fragments of stars in their blood align; a single perfect sliver of time in which they are exactly where they are meant to be.

He shuts his eyes against the blinding white blaze of it all; listens, content, to the crescendo of energy around them.

It ends quietly, no sound but that of a familiar voice, calling: Kassa… Kassa…

He opens his eyes and there is a single, searing flash of light that fades in an instant; a cool, breeze that kisses his face; soft, damp earth beneath his bare feet, and at the end of the path, waits the one he has borne in his mind for years like a scar–only now, Kerri smiles, as she runs to greet him.

[orangez3st]

Drabble Challenge May 2025 by @thedrabblecollective Day 12: Scones | Masterpost

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✧ Star Wars | Ruescott Melshi/Cassian Andor | 2 BBY ✧

“This is the most lavish recon op I've ever had in a while.”

Among the hustle and bustle of the cafe, Cassian huffs a chuckle. “Niamos doesn't qualify?”

“That was different,” Melshi snorts across him. “Fresh outta prison.”

“Silk shirts, loafers, wool jackets.” Cassian looks at him in a certain way. “I mean come on, you shaved.”

"Trimmed a little."

“You look charming anyway.”

Melshi hides his blush terribly. “We're eating scones and sipping tea while doing recon. What are we—Chandrilans?”

“We could be. Walk in like you deserve it—like you belong,” Cassian says enthusiastically. “This all could be ours.”

A/N: So what if I toss Lavish by Twenty One Pilots references in a Melshian drabble? This is specially made for @laneboyheathens (sorry I'm mentioning you out of nowhere 😆) for their abundant contributions to the Melshian ship (crossing my dash so often that now I'm lowkey kinda into them lol). This isn't much, but I hope you like it!

Credit: bottom divider by @/enchanthings

[dilf-din]

rebelcaptain + 9 for the drabble requests? 🩷

Stella my love! I did a little twist on this one and made it a Cassian character study

9. I can’t let you go from this list

WC: 500

Spies, saboteurs, assassins.

Assassins.

Assassins with targets and kill orders. Heads in rifle scopes. Heads that belonged to people. People that belonged to families. Snuffed out in an instant under the guise of rebellion or progress. Taking back what’s ours by taking what belongs to you. Empty dinner tables and full caskets.

Cassian’s stomach turned time and time again. No matter how he tried to detach himself, he carried every kill with him. His shoulders were starting to crumble under the weight of the bodies that piled on top of him while he fought for a poorly earned night’s sleep.

It was a slow sickness. It spread through his organs and his limbs bit by bit, year by year.

Like clockwork, another order came through. He nodded like he was supposed to. He laced his boots and packed his bags on autopilot. Checked the ship’s diagnostics, cleaned his rifle.

Cassian was double checking his pack when Jyn passed in front of him like a shadow. The setting sun illuminated her in his field of vision. The outline of her strong shoulders, the wisps of hair blowing in the wind, two fierce green eyes burning brighter than any stars they had traveled to.

Her brow was set hard and her full mouth turned down in a frown.

“You’re not going.”

Confusion drew his lips and brows together, “What?”

“I can’t let you go,” she reiterated, standing still as a column, holding up the foundation of everything he had become.

Cassian’s movements slowed as he rose from his crouched position, grimacing a little as his joints bore the weight of everything he carried.

“Jyn, what’s this about?” He extended a hand to gently hold the underside of one of her crossed arms. She allowed the contact and softened a little.

“Don’t you see what this is doing to you? What they’re turning you into?” Her voice came out as a hissed whisper, “Every time you pull that trigger, a part of you dies as well.”

Jyn’s words were like a blow to the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Striking him with her full strength would’ve hurt less. It stung because it was true.

Cassian hung his head. Her words from the time they met echoed in his mind every time he boarded his U-Wing.

“Orders? When you know they’re wrong?”

All the ground they had gained in the last few years meant nothing if he couldn’t live with himself.

Jyn’s hand found his waist and he lifted his eyes to meet hers, impossibly softer now. She looked at him with compassion and understanding, and he would never understand how she still could.

“I’ll tell them to send someone else,” he nodded, giving his word.

“You’re more than a weapon, Captain,” she squeezed his hip firmly and exited into the hangar.

Cassian watched her walk away, feeling his resolve strengthen again, hoping one day it could stand next to hers and not look pitiful in comparison.

[woahpip]

other name

rebelcaptain diner au continuation

(read the first fic here)

“Lyra?” he asked her.

For a moment heat spiked through Jyn; she thought he was gazing at her chest but it was just her new name tag, written in purple.

Her mother’s name for her birthday. He didn’t need to know that. It made her happy the new name tag sparked a question from him. Sometimes weeks went by without an upset in their normal rhythm. 

“I’ve got to rebel somehow,” she grinned. “Boss man hates when name tags are wrong.”

Saw never comes in this early to check her, so he’d never know. But a little rebellion is necessary to stay alive, Jyn thought. She’s too tired to break the law any further.

“It’s a pretty name,” the man said as she poured his coffee, black and steaming from the carafe. 

“Mhm.”

She was scared to say anything else to the man, who’s name she still didn’t know. One day she’d break this simple back and forth. She’d ruin things, like she always does. But not today.

[fluffyprettykitty]

Spring Drabble Sleepover!!!

running from may 14th to may 19th

*time indicates when requests will be accepted, asks will be rolling through according to inspiration and time allowed!

Hello and welcome to me not having written anything since January???? Let's rectify this by celebrating a little as summer might have officially started but true summer doesn't start till late June here!

Onto the main thing now!

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What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided. As usual, you know!

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

⋆ Darker themes are welcomed at my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.

⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.

⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

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characters:

Sons of Anarchy: Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Jax Teller

Star Wars: Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron

Marvel: Sam Wilson, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes

Triple Frontier: Benny Miller, Will Miller, Santiago Garcia

aus: bakery, book store, celebrity, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbour, stripper, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, titty fucking, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, lactation, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, shopping spree, cinema, coffee.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, repairing things, changing bedsheets, ordering takeout, falling asleep, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

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no pressure tagging: @that-sarcastic-writer @sunflowersteves @jen-with-a-pen @eulalielatibule @moonlight-prose @e-dubbc11 @soulores @targaryenvampireslayer

[kazoosandfannypacks]

thank god for his gift of love

cassian andor x jyn erso

 After everything they'd been through, this was more than Cassian could ask for. The Empire had fallen, hope had arisen across the galaxy, and through it all, the love of his life had stood by his side.

 Cassian didn't know much about what to believe in. The force, gods, force gods— whatever was out there, watching over him, he couldn't help but be grateful. Right now, he and his wife were celebrating Life Day, together, and they were safe, and they were happy, and they loved each other.

 So, whatever was out there, watching over them, he was thankful for. 

the christmas time again collection | also on ao3

[colleybri]

Cassian

‘Melshi is on side but it’s crucial to keep working on Kino. I need him to listen.

I know about the Empire now. I know how they work, and it’s just like what I said to Nemik. They don’t care enough to learn. They don’t care enough to listen either.

The plan is a good one. Birnok listened to me and we’ve been plotting and sawing… I have kept despair away through keeping busy, and I realise now why that is: I have hope. I think I’ve always had it. Perhaps this time I can use it, well.

I’m listening.’

Kino

‘They doubled everyone’s number, last month. But mine was getting low so I thought - I can take it.

I kept discipline, order and peace. Quashed the doubters, pretending it was for everyone’s morale.

In the last few days, maybe more, it’s become about clinging on to my faith.

But I can’t keep it anymore. Doubt has turned to cold knowledge, and there’s no comfort there.

I give Keef his answer, on the third time of asking.

I have found something new to believe in.

There’s only one way out. I’m already dead.

But we all are, if we do nothing.’

[colleybrifanfics]

Andor S1 episode 2 drabbles

Luthen

“On a world of scrap, I’ve found him. 

Now a wanted man. 

I certainly want him. Badly - I’m taking the risk, and getting him myself. 

I thrive on desperation.

His. Makes manipulation so much easier.  

And mine. This needs to work. 

He’s the tool I need. The missing piece. He’s proved his value already. Can pilot, steal, is multilingual. A quick learner. Versatile. 

And with smouldering hate and rage. Just needs a little fuel to fire him up. A little targeting. 

A valuable asset. For the task that needs to be done.

Then he’s disposable. 

Meanwhile - he’s scrap worth finding.”

[cxce15]

~ Fic recs for the year of 2025 ~

Just as a side note not all of these fics were released this year

They're just fics that I've either re-read or found this year

The characters are also all age-appropriate for me, as I am 19, so they're all 18+

Most fics are fem or implied fem reader

Some might be gn reader as well

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By @rainydayathogwarts

Bed side drawer - Peter Parker x Reader ( Marvel )

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By @geminiwritten

The Plan - Bob Floyd x Reader ( Top Gun )

Could be me - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader ( Top Gun )

Cold Showers - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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By @cherry-lala

The Devil waits where Wildflowers grow - Remmick x Reader ( Sinners )

Some things Don't End, They Echo (Pt. 2)

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By @mae-gi-writes

Arch-nemesis - Gally x Reader ( The Maze Runner)

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By @thelastofmel

Batmans and Robins - Jesse x Reader ( The Last Of Us )

Always watching - Jesse x Reader

A 7/11 full of weed? - Jesse x Reader

Blunts and blood - Jesse x Reader

Fat Lips - Jesse x Reader

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By @euon111a

Bloodlust - Remmick x Reader

Bloodlust Part Two: The Other Side

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By @dissimul0

Say It - Remmick x Reader

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By @mahmahmahmysharona

When you don't know why Bob doesn't like you, but a relapse forces you to find out - Bob Reynolds x Avenger!Reader - ( Marvel )

When you realize you might be in love with Bob, and it sucks - Part two

When Bob realizes he's in love with you, and it sucks even more - Part three

When you and Bob try to stay away from each other and fail miserably - Part four

When you and Bob have your first time...twice (Pt. 1) - Part 5

When you and Bob have your first time...twice (Pt. 2) - Part 6

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By @darkacademicvibes

Glad you came - Jason Todd x Reader ( DC )

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By @cowgurrrl

Good Heart - Joel Miller x Reader ( The Last Of Us )

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By @littleenglishfangirl

Expendable - Cassian Andor x Reader ( Star Wars )

Jealousy - Cassian Andor x Reader

Follow my lead - Cassian Andor x Reader

Switch up - Bob Floyd x Reader

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By @spikedfearn

As if It's Heaven's Gate - Remmick x Reader

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By @ellecdc

Blurb - Peter Parker x Reader

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By @lastofdanny

Under your skin - Manny Alvarez x Reader ( The Last Of Us )

Under your skin (Pt. 2)

Crossfire - Manny Alvarez x Reader

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By @darknight3904

Nerves - Tommy Miller x Reader ( The Last Of Us )

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By @waitimcomingtoo

Uranus - Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Built A Fire Just To Keep Me Warm - Peter Parker x Reader

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By @mostly-imagines

Careless Accidents - Jason Todd x Reader

The Morning After The Venus Drug - Jason Todd x Reader ( is a part 2 to another fic but I read it as a stand alone )

La Vie En Rose - Jason Todd x Reader

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By @plutoswritingplanet

In My Back - Remmick x Reader

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By @aureatelys

Strangers - Jesse x Reader

Lunch break - Jesse x Reader

Can I Be Yours - Jesse x Reader

Lover's Fever - Jesse x Reader

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By @starryeyedstories

When Bridesmaid Met Bradley - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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By @trickphotography2

Friendsgiving - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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By @husbandjoel

Baby, i - Jesse x Reader

Don't be tardy - Jesse x Reader

First Burn (Pt. 1) - Jesse x Reader ( Set in the don't be tardy universe )

First Burn (Pt. 2)

First Burn (Pt. 3)

First Burn (Pt. 4)

Please, Please, Please - Manny Alvarez x Reader ( The Last Of Us )

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By @ofstarsandvibranium

Mr. Oblivious - Bob Reynolds x Reader

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By @drabbles-mc

Help Me Out - Bob Floyd x Reader

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By @mustaaarrd

One Night, Then Everything - Bob Reynolds x Reader

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By @bussyslayer333

Cause you're so smooth - Bob Floyd x Reader

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By @peculiarpenman

Phallocentric or Paraphyletic - Jason Todd x Reader

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By @live-love-be-unique

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight - Bob Floyd x Reader

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By @em1i2a3

I Wanna Get Lost With You - Bob Reynolds x Stark!Thunderbolt!Reader

Carry The Zero - Bob Reynolds x Avenger!Reader

When The Sun Hits - Bob Reynolds x Avenger!Reader

Plainclothes Man - Bob Reynolds x Avenger!Reader

Cherry Waves - Bob Reynolds x Avenger!Reader

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By @blackbat05

Great Saviour - Bob Reynolds x Librarian!Reader

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By @justagalwhowrites

Bane of My Existence - Joel Miller x Reader

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By @sergeantbuckybarnes

Truth will set you free - Bob Reynolds x Thunderbolt!Reader

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By @cipheress-to-k-pop

Baby Daddy - Jason Todd x Reader

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By @jellofish-plant

Table for One ( Big Dysfunctional Family ) - Jason Todd x Reader

Proof Of Existence - Jason Todd x Reader

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By @reywritings

Winner Takes It All - Jason Todd x Reader

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By @corameiwrites

I want somebody to want - Jason Todd x Reader

I want somebody to want (Pt. 2)

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By @cupoffoam

Blurb - Jason Todd x Reader

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By @blank-potato

Loving you is easy - Bob Reynolds x Reader

That's What I Like - Bob Reynolds x Reader

My Emotions Have Been Sanded Off - Bob Reynolds x Reader

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By @ultraintrovertedgryffindor

Sweet Pandemonium series - Gally x Reader

Oneshot - Gally x Reader

To Plant A Seed - Gally x Reader

Under The Gun - Gally x Reader

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By @majesty31

Choose - Gally x Reader

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By @nathanbatemanfucker

Breach In Reality - Joaquin Torres x Reader

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By @sodooba

Boss - Jason Todd x Reader

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By @forever-rogue

Trouble - Joel Miller x Reader

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By @tropes-and-tales

First Time For Everything - Bob Floyd x Reader

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By @dearsnow

Birds Of A Feather - Bob Floyd x Reader

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By @withahappyrefrain

Cobalt Eyes And Sweet Smiles - Bob Floyd x Reader

The 5 Times You Flirted With Bob + The 1 Time He Picked Up On It - Bob Floyd x Reader

Blurb - Bob Floyd x Reader

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By @drabbles-mc

I'm Not Sorry - Bob Floyd x Reader

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By @0mg-bird

Shy!Reader x Bob Floyd

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By @callsign-bobsgirl

Baby On Board - Bob Floyd x Reader

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By @ruewrote

Turns Out, I'm Yours - Jesse x Reader

Held Together - Jesse x Reader

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Pt. 2

[taska-rokanh]

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> ATTACK ON TITAN ( SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN )

// series

silver underground. [ongoing] / levi ackerman [+] They say you dedicated your heart to the Scouts. They tell you a lot of things. You remember none of it.

press four for more options. [complete] / levi ackerman [+] After seeing your ex with his new girl at a work party, you take the not-so-smart advice to call a sex hotline to get over him. Your match? Levi. dating on airplane mode. [ongoing] / levi ackerman [+] So you're dating your neighbor who also happens to be a sex hotline dom named Levi Ackerman. Stranger things have happened, right?

seven days. [ongoing] / Armin Arlert gets bamboozled into joining the annual Yeager family beach vacation — and accidentally meets you.

// one shots

first christmas. / armin arlert (holiday ‘23) [+] gingerbread sweet. / reiner braun (holiday ‘23) in the wrong. / levi ackerman (levimonth24) [+] war of clarity. / levi ackerman (levimonth24) happy birthday, levi. / levi ackerman (leviweek24)

> BALDUR’S GATE 3

// series

the better strategy. [hiatus] / astarion/tav [+] After saving Druid Grove, Astarion has one goal in mind: secure his safety. His strategy? Seduce Tav. But what if that plan goes horrible wrong?

// one shots

valentine’s special / astarion

> FIELDS OF MISTRIA

// one shots

halloween at the inn / march

> JUJUTSU KAISEN

// series

operation battlepass: aka the totally awesome plan to play wingman by yuuji itadori. [ongoing] / choso kamo

// one shots

mistletoe on the clock. / nanami kento (holiday ‘23) something in the movies. / gojo satoru (holiday '23) [+] new year, new choso. / choso kamo (holiday '23)

> LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

// one shots

your only, hopefully. / caleb

> THE BUBBLE

// series

famous last words. [hiatus] / dieter bravo [+] Follow Hollywood’s most notorious feud (and secret romance) through Just Old Habits, a one-shot set in 2020, and Same Old Mistakes, the prequel.

// one shots

hallmark, holiday, horny. / dieter bravo [+]

> THE LAST OF US

// series

seeing you, seeing me. [complete] / joel miller [+] After handling a life-or-death favor for Tess, you’re in deep shit. Until she can make things right, she suggests you lay low at her place. The issue? It’s also Joel Miller’s place, and you’re pretty sure he hates you.

// one shots

reckless. / joel miller [+] boston holiday. / joel miller

> MARVEL

// one shots

a first for breathing. / steven grant (moon knight) [+]

> STAR WARS

// series

point a to point b. [hiatus] / din djarin (the mandalorian) [+] Escorting a former Empire prisoner of war to a Rebel Alliance safe zone? It should be a piece of cake. No problems whatsoever.

ownership of mine. [complete] / kino loy (andor) [+] The Empire has integrated their prison systems, one being Narkina 5. The unit manager takes you under his wing - but for reasons you didn’t anticipate.

// one shots

about you. / cassian andor (andor) [+]

> STRANGER THINGS

// series of interconnected one shots for eddie munson

where shadows meet spaces. [+] meet me at the usual.meet me on the other side. [vol2 fix-it] meet me on christmas. (holiday '23)

> MISC

ficlets tag of misc reader pairings. hallo-sleepover '24 drabble challenge '24

[pedroshotwifey]

A Real Man Frankie Morales x plus size!fem!reader - Frankie has you sit on his face. (1.2k)

Fucking Mine Dave York x fem!reader - You help Dave get out some frustrations. (839)

One Condition Marcus Pike x fem!reader x Ezra (Prospect) - You and your partner, Marcus Pike, get stranded on an inhabited planet and run into problem after problem. You find yourselves in a compromising position that requires help from a strange man, who comes to you with one condition. (4.9k)

Cramped Innocent!Din Djarin x GN!reader - As you tried to explain, the two of you really don't fit in the cockpit. (927)

Bargian Javier Peña x male!reader - You and Javi play through one of your scandalous fantasies (2.1k)

Salty Sweet Javier Peña x fem!reader - Javi eats you out on your birthday---with a deliciously kinky twist (1.3k)

Better Ezra x f!reader - You join Ezra on his unscheduled break, not knowing you're in for the ride of your lifetime. (2k)

Good 'n' Deep Fat!Frankie Morales x f!reader - Fat Frankie can't be sated. (2.6k)

What Matters Older Joel Miller x f!reader - Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more. (1.9k)

Needy Sub!Frankie Morales x dom!f!reader - Frankie gives you control for the night and you make sure he gets the most out of it. (1.6k)

Tease Sub!Dieter Bravo x sub!GN!reader x dom!Dave York - You and Dieter think it's fun to tease Dave, and Dave thinks he should teach you both a lesson for it. (2.4k)

Toeing the Line fwb!Marcus Pike x f!reader - Can you really just be "friends"? (740)

Stress Relief Pre-outbreak Joel Miller jacking off to some porn

Mini Skirt Javier Peña x fem!coworker!reader - You start thinking down on yourself---luckily, Javi's there to lift you back up. Nothing some praise and a good fuck in his office can't fix. (2.7k)

The Right Guy X-Men!Logan x f!reader - Logan tries too hard on a first date (mostly cute fluff with a smudge of angst kind of) (1.1k)

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Haunted QZ!Joel Miller x afab!reader - Haunted by Beyonce

Taste Ex!Javi x reader - Taste by Sabrina Carpenter

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[bookworm4scarfsss]

Cassian Andor x reader

POV: Second person

Characters: Gender neutral reader. Mon Mothma. Cassian mentioned.

Summary: Six years after Cassian’s death. You’re a politician.

Word count: 602

Authors note: This is my first Cassian story. Not sure how I feel about it. I don’t feel like I’ve got the best grip of this character (hence he’s not really in it) so I’ve written another angst drabble. Also, ‘ABY’ means after the battle of Yavin the same way BBY is before the battle of Yavin in star wars.

Warnings: Angst, death. Looking in the mirror? Mentions of being shot.

6ABY

It feels wrong still. To stand in the fine office suite of the senate building that you occupy so often these days. You’ve done this so often since you got into politics, as much as it sickens you to admit it. You’ve risen ranks, so to speak, stood in the finest fabrics adorned with precious metals and your hair stiffly set on of your head in the fashionable style.

It is the tactical move, to speak before the senate in response to the accusations being put against you in regard to the things you did on behalf of the rebellion. You know that. Still, it feels like slander. Sacrilege even. To have to defend your time with the rebellion before such a privileged audience when the real heroes of the rebellion are dead. All those on the front line. Cassian.

Thinking the name makes your chest tight. He’s dead. You must remember that. It was years ago. Long enough for him to be forgotten by most. And the galaxy had rejoiced in the wake of his death, because it meant the end of the empire.  You’d survived the battle of Yavin, unfortunately, and decided that the only thing left to live for was to make sure he didn’t die in vain. That was six years ago. Six years of holding the new republic to account as the separatist opposition to ensure they’d be better than what came before them. Six years of missing him pitifully every time you’ve heard the date, such is the pity of the new republic calendar beginning on the year of his death.

You’d loved him, really. Even though you fought. You’d fought constantly to remain a part of the rebellion when he wanted to leave for your safety because you believed that the galaxy needed him. You’d fought the last time you saw each other, when he’d taken the mission to Scarif. You were so upset, you hadn’t even said goodbye, instead letting him convince you that he’d be back rather than confronting the horror that he wouldn’t.

He’d tried to speak to you, one last time when he was on that beach. He’d called to you over the comms, watching the horizon yet brighter. You had been shot, and, for a moment it seemed like you’d go together.

But no. you woke up weeks later in a medical centre, all alone. And you searched for him relentlessly despite your lingering injuries, only to be told he was… fuck- he was.

Your nerves tend to fail you at that point in your memory. So, here you are, leaning on a designer cane and breathing through the persistent pain in your side as well as in your heart.

“Are you ready?” Mon Mothma asks softly from the doorway. The pitying look on her face has been steadfast since Yavin. Once your superior, she’s become your closest political ally and, perhaps even, friend. Even so, she knows you need to take the stand and has strongly advised you to do so. She needs this too. Maker forbid you throw the blame on her.

You don’t say anything in response; just walk towards the doorway where she stands, stopping to check yourself in the mirror. Cassian wouldn’t recognise you as this. The thought makes you sick, but your face remains stoic. ‘Would he be ashamed of what you’ve become?’, you think.

You sigh before striding towards the exit, robes brushing the clean, carpeted ground, and Mon Mothma steps aside for you to pass with her head hung low. You hold your head high and smile. Time to show face.

[woahpip]

my late rebelcaptain/fluffuary(???) fic for day 10: flush!!!!!!

Jyn isn’t shy in real life. Some would say she’s brash, impulsive, a danger to everyone around her, to the cause itself.

And she is dangerous. It’s part of why Cassian is in love with her. One look at her eyes and you can tell what mood she’s in– and exactly who’s going to pay for it. She’s small but able. She’ll kick his ass and anyone elses who tries to make her stop.

She fights for the rebels but she’s different from them, from him. She reminds him of what it really feels like to make a difference. What it felt like to fight for something you believe in.

She tells him the same. They save each other, he likes to think.

Shy Jyn does come out though. Cassian drags it out. Forces her hand, all to watch her flush, watch it spread over her cheeks, down to her neck, finally spreading out over her freckled chest. There’s a faded scar over her right breast– blush pools around it, letting the scar blind with its unnatural light. He starts there, dragging a finger over it. A time he wasn’t there for her, when she was down in the hole by herself. Never again.

“You just like to see your fingerprints on me,” she jokes, trying to distract from being the center of attention.

She’s right. Cassian touches her, and the red gives way for a moment, showing his place on her body. Jyn is her own person; no one can own her. But for a moment, she’s his.

“I do,” he says back. Since he met her, she’s turned him into an honest man. All he does now is tell her the truth.

“I love it when you blush for me,” he says, and he means every word.

[enkisstories]

Parasites (and spiders)

A Star Wars (Andor) slice of life drabble

Timeline: Andor S2, after the Ghorman massacre, Syril survived Synopsis: Imperial propaganda, First Order foreshadowing, Baby steps in Cassian and Syril bonding

Yavin IV. Main hangar.

A Gonk droid was stepping impatiently from one foot to the other. Its battery was full and the cubic droid desired nothing else than to share the energy around, but that pesky maintenance technician didn’t get ANYTHING. A cable was running from the droid chassis to a scanning device the human was holding.

“I have the correct value”, the man eventually told the droid. While unplugging the cable he shot him a question: “Now tell me what you think your battery status is!”

“You can just look at this display here. It’s right on the droid.”

A male voice that the maintenance worker couldn’t quite place.

“That only puts out what…”, he started, then recognition dawned and he turned around. Right. THAT one. Considering how this man’s face – starting with an outdated holo – had haunted Syril Karn, his own perfect apathy at hearing Cassian Andor’s voice was baffling. But the awareness who had addressed him killed every desire to explain what he was doing or why he was doing it in Syril, who otherwise had the reputation of being able to concisely explain even stuff he didn’t quite understand himself. It wasn’t that Syril carried a grudge against Cassian. For a man who functioned like a target-seeking torpedo and who had copied his previous zeal for the empire onto his new allegiance with a vengeance, Syril’s ire surprisingly rarely turned personal. For that he’d had to perceive other people as persons in the first place… No, this wasn’t anymore about anything Cassian had done, but about the memory of what this witch-hunt had cost Syril. A curt “You have no idea what I’m doing here” was all Syril was willing to – or could – utter in reply.

Cassian very much had an idea and could sum up the other’s work on Yavin IV perfectly: paperwork. If we was feeling generous, due to their - however involuntary - connection, he’d add “with numbers”, but that was where Cassian’s willingness to engage with this man and his day job ended.

The Gonk droid was still doing his step-dance, wasting tiny amounts of energy while waiting for an official dismissal.

“Oh, right! You’ve got a right to get an explanation.”

“In contrast to the rebellion’s enfant terrible? Shall I cover my ears?”

“Kriffer…” Syril muttered, then turned towards the droid again, lowering himself down on one knee. While unwilling to waste breath to elaborate for him, Syril was perfectly fine with Andor overhearing an explanation he gave to a third party. After all, the information didn’t lose memetic bits or something that way.

“You’re suffering from a glitch in the output. What you think your battery level is and display for us isn’t the correct value. I just got that with my scanner directly from the source.”

“Is the discrepancy significant?” Cassian chimed in, then slapped his forehead the very moment he had finished his sentence. Of course any discrepancy was significant to Syril-living-database-Karn. He’d make sure to inform Mon Mothma about the daily change in Yavin’s rotation due to the planet’s moons slowly drifting away from it if she’d let him!

“It’ll potentially add up”, Syril replied noncommittally.

The awkward moment was broken – or made even more awkward – by K-2SO joining the duo, cheerfully exclaiming:

“Can you imagine that Cassian violated six rules on our mission?”

“Can”, Syril confirmed his ability to do so. “But I doubt he did.”

Kay titled his head a little.

Syril rose from the Gonk droid and waved him away to go on his business. He could always identify and work on this particular unit later.

“Six you were there to observe and register, Kay” Syril qualified. “There will have been more.”

“Oh?” Andor again. “Entertain me! How many?”

“I don’t do… estimates. One can’t base decisions on insufficient data.”

Alright, enough was enough! Cassian grabbed Syril by his many-pocketed vest and shook him.

“You little shit based your allegiance on “insufficient data” and assumptions! You destroyed my whole life in the process! My home!”

“Oh, please. Don’t claim you had a “life” on Ferrix.”

Following this comment, Syril found himself rammed against the closest solid wall – it turned out to be K-2’s chassis. The droid patting his shoulders after the painful impact that had pressed all air out of Syril’s lungs didn’t help AT ALL.

Syril just KNEW he was right! Drifting along without purpose or aspiration, how could that have been a worthwhile existence? What Andor was doing now, and where that might lead to, that was what counted! In part the man was on this track because of Syril Karn, but knowing Andor, the Morlana incident had been just one of several possible turnouts to lead to this outcome. Being Cassian was enough to have triggered it in the near future anyway. Meanwhile he, Syril, had seen the empire for what it was on Ghorman and eventually he had even realized the nasty truths about the duo of co-workers he had set out to revenge. In the name of justice. A justice these men had violated and not just starting on the day of their deaths…

As if he had picked Syril’s train of thought right out of some aether, or the Force, Cassian barked at him: “How could you not have seen those shitheads for what they really were all those months you worked together?” The man took a step back and hooked his fingers into his belt. “That’s what I’ll never understand! I mean, you’re observant as heck…”

Trouble was, observation was an active skill. Syril had never paid attention to people, only to meat bodies performing functions.

“Yes!” Kay spoke up again, still pondering the original topic. “How many transgressions do you think…?”

“Eight to eleven”, Syril gasped. “Closer to the lower end, though. He’s not looking bruised enough for to have broken into the double digits today already.”

“The day I’ll need to, I hope you’ll be there with me”, Cassian stated. “So that you finally realize that none of this is a game of numbers! This. Is. Serious!”

“It very much is a numbers-thing”, Syril insisted. “Risk-benefit-calculations. You’re constantly computing them in your head, and much quicker than I could. They just never bubble to the surface of your mind.”

K-2SO was doing calculations of his own just now. Like how he’d best go about moving Cassian to the debriefing he was due to attend. Eventually the droid settled on moving Karn instead, what usually prompted Cassian to follow suit. These two were thoroughly magnetic in this regard, even though no measuring devices could have proven that numerically.

*

On their way from the hangar to the tactical rooms the trio almost ran into a Rodian who had come storming out of a restroom.

“Spydah!” the pilot gasped. He swallowed, then repeated: “Spider! Over the door! Get the spider-guy!”

“Right here for your convenience!” With these words K-2SO shoved Syril into the pilot’s direction.

Syril took off his cap, both because he’d enter a proper indoor space and to use it as transport for the offending arachnid. He entered the tiny cell-like space with the individual toilet cubicle’s doors, turned around and looked up. Indeed a ballsy, dark-brown specimen clang to the wall right above the doorframe. But it just sat there, it wasn’t busy weaving a net or hanging out in anticipation of a meal.

“That’s an outdoorsy one”, Syril identified the animal. “And she looks pretty spooked.”

Looking around for a stepladder or stool, Syril didn’t have to search for long, for Kay offered his assistance in lifting up the human.

Syril nudged the spider gently with his fingers.

“C’mon, into the cap! You’ll be much happier where I’ll take you. Promise!”

And down again they went. Back on the floor Syril held his hand above the cap, to prevent the eight-legged prisoner’s escape and to spare the pilot the sight of her.

“You’re a Ghorman fugitive?” the Rodian suddenly asked out of the blue.

“I was… plaza… fled…” Syril stammered. Already the man feared to enter a third instance of spacing out and walking through a dreamlike mist that covered a reality that just couldn’t unfold around him, not for real, when Cassian gave him a push.

“Run along with your catch! Don’t hang it up in the kitchens like the others, I’m warning you!”

Syril nodded and walked off. After a couple of steps he started running with an energy one was reluctant to attribute to this man after having watched his slow, deliberate steps in the hangar. But truth was, as a former law enforcement officer Syril Karn was in good physical shape and had taken care to maintain it during his office work days.

“Creepy spider guy is creepy…” the pilot murmured.

“That’s empire talk!” Cassian spat. “Cut it out!”

“No, I get it! They were not terrorists, they got framed. The Ghormans damaging our happy empire family was a lie that getting exposed woke up so many of us, leading to us being here now! But they are still weird, full of themselves spider fanciers, and that’s a fact.”

“A “fact” the imperial propaganda machine created to base their lie on!” Cassian exclaimed. “Karn is full of himself, but so is Shara Bey, and she’s from way off Ghorman. You’ll find all kinds of people on Ghorman… would have found…”

Cassian struggled briefly, found his speech again, and firm, too, but when the pilot eventually vanished into one of the cubicles, his “I see” sounded more like that of an underling agreeing with an officer than that of a convinced conversation partner.

*

The outdoors mess hall was almost always full or at least was never really empty. Even in the dead of night at least a handful of people sought out nourishment before or after an assignment or just something hot to combat the shivering caused by whatever they had seen that day or were struggling with from their past.

Midday came and went, and about an hour afterwards Cassian joined Syril at a table. He put a bowl full to the brim with thick vegetable mush down on front of himself and with the other hand shoved a smaller bowl under his seat neighbor’s nose. It contained the colorful sweet & salty popcorn that was popular on Batuu. Syril was very fond of this dessert, but given the story of how he had joined the rebellion, he wasn’t exactly high on the list of recipients to get considered for this treat when it was available.

“What’s the occasion?” Syril asked over his already emptied plate and the last gulp of the watered-down beer that was part of the standard meals here. In fact, he had been ready to get up and back to his protocoling and inventory taking work.

Cassian at first didn’t answer. He only dug into his stew and violently tore into his bread. Munching on the popcorn, Syril studied the other man. Andor certainly hadn’t appeared that hungry earlier… Something had to bother him to trigger this behavior. Something other than sharing a table with his nemesis, the nemesis he had never been aware existed, but that he had adopted retroactively.

“Popcorn…?”

Cassian stared at the colorful lumps that the defector was offering in his outstretched hand. After a few seconds Syril tipped his hand over for the popcorn to drop onto the wooden table from where Cassian could pick them up without risking to touch the other’s fingers. He certainly wasn’t so shy about touching Syril with his elbows…

“It’s even here”, Cassian eventually said with a deep sigh. “Rooted so deep we don’t even notice it.”

“It?” Syril wondered. What could have thrown Andor so off balance that he had decided to open up to him of all people? “Oh, right. The Ghorman prejudice.”

“Uh-huh. You heard the pilot, not just what he said, but the conviction with which he said it. If that thinking persists, then…” Uncharacteristically Cassian’s voice trailed off.

“Yes.” Syril nodded. “Then the empire won’t die. It’ll survive as a dormant parasite and one day release its spawn again.” Syril sampled more popcorn from his bowl, but his hand movement froze an inch above the rim. “I don’t know what to do”, he admitted. “Not anymore. Be a visibly “good” Ghorman, maybe? I certainly owe them.”

“No!” Cassian shook his head fervently. “No, that would be utterly wrong. In trying to prove not to embody the imperial stereotype, you’d confirm that stereotype’s right to exist in the first place.”

Syril flashed Andor a smile.

“I like it when you having an actually working brain shows.”

His arm unfrozen, Syril crunched the popcorn, swallowed and added:

“I know it’s not what the others are looking for in a leader. They want to see confidence to get inspired by. It’s only natural.”

But for his part, Syril had gotten won over by this particular insurgent when he had first seen a glimpse of Andor’s uncanny quick learning ability and above-average critical thinking skills. The grudging respect he had developed for the man that was so different in his outlook from Dedra, yet her equal mentally, hadn’t canceled out Syril’s reluctance to interact with Cassian, though. Until now.

Shoveling stew with a spoon in one hand again, with the other Cassian administered a noogie to Syril.

“Shithead!”

“I must be, if I sit here with you, already thinking of the next war, when we haven’t even won this one”, Syril mused. “Have we even started fighting it?”

“I couldn’t tell. It feels as if I’ve done nothing else since I was nine or ten.”

“Huh. Fair point.”

There they sat, thinking of Dedra and Bix, while having only each other and a seemingly unsurmountable task, broken down into dozens of brief missions and as many heaps of paperwork.

Luthen’s sunrise, when it would arrive, might not be bright enough to burn every last vermin that had buried deep into their holes.