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A huge thank you to everyone that participated in the first annual VelKleya Week! There are over 30 new works, both fic and art, under the cut to peruse and enjoy! Please share the love with the creators - I know everyone worked hard on their contributions.
FANFICTION:
Life in Carbonite by thymidinekinase
After the destruction of the Death Star, life on Yavin is in a state of constant tension, waiting for the Empire’s final invasion. Supplies run short and tempers shorter. Vel and Kleya reach an understanding on the topic of stress-relief. But with the ghosts in their past, can it ever be more? Five times Vel and Kleya were friends with benefits on Yavin, and one time they were more.
So Little Is A Stone by oldhobbies
It’s been months now. Why is she acting like Luthen’s the first person in the Galaxy who’s ever died? Sometimes a phantom Vel sits beside her in the radio room, holding a fictional cup of tea with the worn-out care that clung to her like sweat on Yavin. Vel doesn’t say You know why. Every loss is different. Every one’s the same. Kleya hears it anyway. Or, the escape from Coruscant takes a physical toll on Kleya, and her rebellion is forced into a different shape. But even away from the Alliance, she has friends everywhere.
It's That Thing You Do (It Gets Me Every Damn Time) by write4good
5 times Vel sees Kleya without a bra, and the 1 time she does something about it.
find me in the present by sway_to
Detective Vel Sartha and the medical examiner, Dr. Marki, don’t exactly get along. When Vel ends up tasked with investigating the death of her cousin’s Mon’s close friend, things change between them. Sort of.
Candlelight by velkleyaenjoyer
During the waning hours of the Clone Wars, Jedi Knight Vel Sartha makes the momentous decision to leave the Order behind. Set free on Coruscant and cast into the maelstrom of Order 66, she finds an unlikely ally in survival: Republic Intelligence Officer Kleya Marki.
beginnings by darkdisrepair
Moments of firsts in Kleya's life, from the day she was born and beyond- first days, first loves, and more.
truth comes finally into the light by lonely_is_so_lonely_alone
On the brink of World War II, Kleya and Luthen travel to Italy and find a beautiful diplomat, her ineffectual husband, and a small blonde woman ready to burn down the whole country.
Where the Falcon Flies by rubikswriter
Kleya of House Marki has worn a crown for so long that she can feel its weight even when it isn’t there.
You Came Like a Comet, Blazing Your Trail by JJPOR
In an alternate universe and a very different version of the Cold War space race, does reluctant astronaut Vel Sartha have the right stuff to put her demons behind her and help save the world? And will she ever figure out just what the deal is with the mysterious Dr. Marki?
It's a Lovely Day Tomorrow by books_r_better
‘They want to crush us. They want us to be too weak to resist. We have to bear witness, don’t you see? Most people look away, we can’t be like that.’ / ‘So what do we do?’ / ‘We try.’ Kleya and Vel, another time, another place. Another war.
gravitational aftermath by sway_to
The Sun is beating eaten by an alien micro-organism. If Kleya Marki is going to beat it, she’ll need Vel Sartha—and not just in the lab.
What We Became to Survive by dctorwhu
Trapped inside a secret facility where cruel experiments turn children into weapons, seven girls survive the only way they can: by becoming a family.
Skylight Slipping Through my Door by Kiwi_in_space
Kleya always pretends to be asleep when Vel slips into the yurt in those soft, slow hours of the morning. What Vel doesn't know can't hurt her.
Make It Look Good by write4good
After leaving Luthen's Axis network--Vel is adrift. Without purpose. Then--she runs into Kleya. At a strip club.
belly of the beast by ofwings
Kleya has done this calculus herself, more than once, wrapped in shadows and wielding information like a poison-dipped dagger. But it’s startling here, in the shining halls of the Alliance, rubber stamped by the Chancellor. There’s no fighting it.
What If The Way You Hold Me Is Actually What's Holy by write4good
While hiding out from the Empire, Vel and Kleya are stuck inside during a rainstorm. And Vel gets a tantalizing demonstration on how devoted Kleya as a priestess would be.
Here Comes the Rain Again by rubikswriter
Rain finds Kleya before she’s ready for it.
Conflict Resolution by pages_turned
Vel makes a questionable decision on a patrol. Kleya calls her out on it. An argument ensues. Their method of conflict resolution? Missionary, so we can keep arguing.
You Fire Me Up And Then Drop Me Down Cold (Or Is That Reversed?) by write4good
After a long night on patrol on Hoth, Vel is looking forward to a warm meal with her cousin. She's also hoping. Maybe. That at some point. She might see Kleya somewhere in the icy passageways. That would be enough to warm her up, she's sure. Meanwhile, Kleya has been avoiding Vel. As best she can. In the long months since Yavin. Because every time she sees Vel, her blood turns hot. And she finds it a little hard not to stare. What she really needs, is a cold shower.
Extra Special Care by write4good
After an injury, Kleya gets some of Vel's extra special care.
Slow Like Honey by Kiwi_in_space
It’s not fair how Vel can do this to her. Melt her into a puddle of desperation in just a matter of minutes. Play her body like an instrument - one that Vel has apparently made it her life mission to master the craft of. After years of going without this - years where Kleya was terrified to let herself admit how badly she needed to be properly touched, being with Vel is like a veritable feast.
That I Were a Glove Upon That Hand by JJPOR
1ABY: As the Galactic Civil War gathers pace, Captain Marki of Alliance Clandestine Operations has urgent business to discuss with a certain Colonel Sartha.
Aftertaste by rubikswriter
They’re not meant to be tender about this; that’s the arrangement. They come to each other because the war is ugly, because sleep is unreliable, because desire is simpler than grief, and bodies are sometimes easier to understand than words.
When the Sun Came up, I Was Looking at You by Kiwi_in_space
“Just this once,” Kleya breathes. She’s so close their foreheads are nearly touching. Vel nods, already desperate to get her mouth back on Kleya’s. / “Just this once,” she agrees. 5 times they told themselves it was a means to an end, and the 1 time they realized it was the ending they both wanted.
Hands and the Heart by kasel
Vel lifts her right hand and hesitates for a moment before she catches the thin blanket Kleya’s draped over herself and pulls it higher to her chest. Then a sudden urge to keep the strands of Kleya’s hair away from her face strikes her. She wants to slide her hands under Kleya’s knees and shoulders and carry her to a proper bed so that she might sleep better.
A Moment Of Peace & A Glorious Sunrise by write4good
After a long night of celebration and revelry on Yavin, Kleya wakes Vel while the rest of the galaxy still seems to be sleeping. She has something she wants to share with Vel. And though Vel is grumpy, she's always happy to spend more time with Kleya.
FANART:
Second Love / New Firsts by ashenbrimstone
I am not the first person you loved / Second Loves by eternalseaferer
Imperial AU by ashenbrimstone
In another lifetime / KOTOR AU by eternalseafarer
Undercover Assignments by eternalseafarer
Weathering with you / Snowed In by eternalseafarer
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fuck kleya and you writing her with vel. you just hate cinta
Hey Anon 👋🏻
I love Kleya. I love Vel. I love Cinta. I love Mon. I love Dreena. I love Bix—Andor gave us so wonderful female characters, didn’t it? I have so much time and respect for all of them. What happened to Cinta will forever be wrong, her character deserved better than to be a piece to ‘better’ Vel’s story (which, ironically, we never saw because Vel barely had any screentime post the Ghorman arc).
With that said, I don’t see how my exploring a fanon ship has any impact of your canon ship? There are so many VelCinta creators who write beautifully for your canon pairing. I encourage you to support and engage with them, or even try to create something yourself—it’s fun!
And to clarify, I have written for all, and enjoy writing for all the SW Andor pairings.
But, here, just for you, a little happy, Cinta lives, VelCinta ficlet:
The celebration on Endor spills through the trees like firelight. Everywhere Vel looks, people are laughing too loudly, crying too openly, and clinging to one another with the frantic disbelief of survivors who haven’t yet learned what victory feels like.
Vel leaves before anyone can ask her to stay. She doesn’t go far, just moves beyond the brightest ring of firelight, where the music softens, and the forest takes over. Endor is impossibly alive around her—moss underfoot, insects singing, and branches shifting in the night wind. After years of bases carved into stone and ice and fear, the softness of the place unsettles her.
The Empire is gone—the thought should be simple; should be clean. However, it moves through Vel like a wound being prodded.
She stops beside a fallen tree and sits, hands clasped loosely between her knees, listening to the celebration continue without her. For so long, the future has been a thing she refused to picture. It had felt arrogant to do so, dangerous to want, cruel to hope. Every plan ended at the next mission, the next extraction, the next name added to the dead.
Now there’s no next mission waiting for her in the dark.
Footsteps approach through the leaves, quiet but familiar, but Vel doesn’t turn. ‘You found me.’
Cinta lowers herself beside her on the log, close enough that their shoulders brush. ‘You always go quiet when you’re overwhelmed.’
Vel huffs a faint laugh. ‘I wasn’t aware I was being obvious.’
‘You aren’t,’ Cinta says. ‘Not to most people.’
That softens something in Vel immediately, and she looks down at their hands, where they rest near each other but aren’t quite touching yet. Even now, after everything, there’s a part of her that waits, that remembers stolen seconds and careful distances.
Cinta reaches first. Her fingers slide between Vel’s with the ease of long practice, and Vel closes her hand around hers as her heart flips in happiness. For a while, they simply sit there together as the celebration glows behind them. Ahead, the forest stretches dark and breathing, full of small living sounds. Somewhere above the canopy, Vel knows the wreckage of the war is still cooling in orbit, but down here, against all sense, the galaxy feels peaceful.
‘We won,’ she murmurs eventually, almost in disbelief and awe.
Cinta’s thumb moves once across her knuckles. ‘We did.’
Vel lets out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding. ‘I keep waiting for someone to tell me where to go next.’
‘I know.’
‘Or what to blow up.’
‘Preferably nothing tonight.’
That draws a real laugh from Vel, quiet but unguarded, and she leans sideways until her shoulder settles more fully against Cinta’s. ‘I don’t know what to do with this.’
‘Victory?’
Vel nods. ‘Tomorrow.’
Cinta turns her head to look at her then, and in the low firelight that reaches them through the trees, her face is warm and steady and achingly real. ‘We’ll learn.’
The simplicity of it almost undoes Vel.
She thinks of Ghorman. Of blood on Cinta’s clothes. Of the impossible terror of almost losing her before either of them knew how to say the things that mattered aloud. She thinks of Aldhani, of the names they carried, of everyone who didn’t make it to this forest or this night.
Victory doesn’t erase any of it. But Cinta’s hand is in hers, the war hasn’t managed to take that, even though it’s tried time and time again.
‘What do you want?’ Cinta asks quietly.
Vel looks at her and for once, the answer doesn’t feel like a strategic weakness, or feel selfish or naive or childish. It just feels terrifyingly plain. ‘You,’ she says. ‘A life with you. If we’re allowed one.’
Cinta’s expression shifts—not dramatically but open in a way Vel still treasures every time she sees it. She lifts their joined hands and presses a kiss to Vel’s knuckles.
‘We’re allowed,’ she replies with a soft smile, and Vel closes her eyes against the sudden sting there.
Behind them, someone cheers loud enough to send birds scattering from the trees. Cinta’s mouth curves brighter, and Vel smiles helplessly back, caught between laughter and tears.
‘You’re very sure,’ Vel murmurs.
‘I survived Ghorman,’ Cinta replies, dry and gentle. ‘I intend to be sure about everything now.’
Vel leans in and kisses her, slow and warm, and when Cinta kisses her back just as ardently, Vel feels the future open—not as a battlefield or an obligation, but as a path they might actually get to walk together.
When they part, Cinta rests her forehead against Vel’s.
‘Tomorrow,’ Vel whispers.
Cinta’s hand tightens around hers. ‘Tomorrow.’
The word hangs between them, impossible and bright, and for the first time in years, it sounds like a promise.
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The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?
kleya and luthen conversation transcripts: season 1
typed these up for me and @agentsofquack to have on hand and thought people might also appreciate having them for quick reference needs!
[S2 Pt.1] [S2 Pt.2]
(speaker alternates on line breaks and brackets indicate an action)
Season 1, Episode 4: Aldhani | 28:00-28:18
"Senator Mon Mothma's here. New driver."
"Anyone we know?"
"Nerver seen him."
"Chandrilan."
"[sigh] One would think."
~
Season 1, Episode 5: The Axe Forgets | 37:30-39:04
"I thought you were turning it off?"
"I was just going to."
"You said that an hour ago."
"Am I keeping you up?"
"[sigh] There's nothing coming through tonight. You want to be useful? Go clean some coins."
"[unplugs radio] Happy? …Have you checked your walkaway pack?"
"Yes."
"And the one on the Fondor?"
"I don't like seeing you nervous. There's nothing else you can do Luthen. They're either gonna be okay out there or they're not."
"Ha, that's a daring prediction."
"Vel's the only one who traces back."
"No. The thief. Andor. I wasn't careful."
"You wanted this to happen. This is what it took. It's never gonna be perfect."
"I wanted it too much."
"..We have clients in the morning."
"Yeah, I'll be ready"
"It'll all be over this time tomorrow."
"Or it'll just be starting.
"Or that."
~
Season 1, Episode 7: Announcement | 7:12-7:21
"Mon Mothma."
"..Without warning?"
"Wipe the smile off your face."
~
Season 1, Episode 8: Narkina 5 | 37:28-39:21
"Kleya. ...Kleya?"
"It's the shop owner on Ferrix. She's trying to find Cassian Andor, his mother is ill. ..We're not answering. We can't!"
"She could point us in the right direction."
"She's asking us!"
"She knows more than we do. So much more. She might have a lead."
"More likely it's the ISB working her radio."
"You're guessing!"
"And you're slipping! We're shutting down Ferrix. The code. The frequency. All of it. I'm thinking clearly and you're not. Tell me to shut it down."
"…It's Andor. Knowing he's out there knowing me. Not knowing what he knows. I took him on the Fondor… What I insane?"
"You were despertate for Aldhani to work and it did. And we'll find him, just not like this."
"Vel was out hunting. She and Cinta. Are they in Ferrix yet?"
"I'll have a listen. We're being extremely careful with it."
"The woman's name is Bix Caleen. Vel could have a look if it's safe. They know what they're doing. I'm not slipping, Kleya. I've just been hiding for too long."
"It's all different now. We're going loud. Vulnerability is inevitable."
"..I'm not slipping."
"I know. I just need you to wake up. There's a lot to do."
"Shut it down."
~
Season 1, Episode 10: One Way Out | 14:22-15:02
"There was a mark on the fountain."
"Could be anything."
"That's what I thought, so I went to the stairs. The rail was gone. A clean break. Fresh. He wants a meeting, face to face."
"There goes the day."
"I don't like it. Not now, I don't like the timing."
"You don't like anything."
"[sigh] At the very least you need to let me go. Take the Fondor, get someplace safe, and let me take care of it."
"You know that's not happening. Stop wasting time. It's been a year. I'm surprised he waited this long."
"And if it's a trap?"
"Oh, it it's a trap, we've already lost."
~
Season 1, Episode 11: Daughters of Ferrix | 30:32-31:34
"Where are you?"
"He wanted to reopen the offer."
"And did you close the sale?"
"I did. It was more expensive than i hoped, but I wasn't in a position to bargain."
"So, you're coming home?"
"Depends. I'm most curious about the other piece."
"[pause.. and then inhale] You should come home."
"Is it no longer available?"
"No, it's very much on the table. The negotiations are ongoing and our representatives are involved, but there's a number of other buyers on the ground and your presence would only complicate the bidding at this point."
"We need that piece. We lose that and we'll have to close shop."
"There's nothing more you can do."
"That's never true."
"It's a crowded market."
"You need to think of the consequences of losing that piece to another collector."
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I want you to write for pleasure—to play. Just listen to the sounds and rhythms of the sentences you write and play with them, like a kid with a kazoo. This isn’t “free writing,” but it’s similar in that you’re relaxing control: you’re encouraging the words themselves—the sounds of them, the beats and echoes—to lead you on. For the moment, forget all the good advice that says good style is invisible, good art conceals art. Show off! Use the whole orchestra our wonderful language offers us! Write it for children, if that’s the way you can give yourself permission to do it. Write it for your ancestors. Use any narrating voice you like. If you’re familiar with a dialect or accent, use it instead of vanilla English. Be very noisy, or be hushed. Try to reproduce the action in the jerky or flowing movement of the words. Make what happens happen in the sounds of the words, the rhythms of the sentences. Have fun, cut loose, play around, repeat, invent, feel free.
The most interesting question you can ask about any character is not what do they want. it's what do they believe they deserve. because those two things are almost never the same and the gap between them is where your entire story lives. a person can want love completely and believe they don't deserve it and that belief will destroy every good thing that comes toward them in ways they won't even notice they're doing. write the gap. the gap is the character.
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