#montay

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Andor (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

  Relationships: Perrin Fertha/Mon Mothma, Perrin Fertha/Tay Kolma, Tay Kolma/Mon Mothma Characters: Mon Mothma, Perrin Fertha, Tay Kolma, Leida Mothma  

Additional Tags: Character Study, Introspection, Unreliable Narrator, perrin walks around his apartment feeling sorry for himself: the fic, Flashbacks, Unrequited Love, very complicated feelings about your wife, and the guy she may or may not be sleeping with, Backstory, perrin is a middle child, Metaphors, so many metaphors, References to Canon, a clinical dissection of a fucked up marriage. now starring, Alcohol, cannot be understated how present the alcohol is, Light Angst, moderately barbecued angst, fics that take A Turn, please please check desc/notes for content warnings, but i promise there is humour here too, let’s all laugh at space ted cruz, author has a questionable relationship with star wars swearing, perrin’s no good horrible very bad day, THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGGG, no i don’t know why it capitalised that tag, my beta: incredible. you’re going to superhell now

  Summary:

He swirled his vice and watched nectarine flickers flash sinuous through it, the way one would tilt a weapon and imagine the lick of the blade. Took a swig, relished the honeyed sting as it grazed down his esophagus like fingertips on skin.

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With a final gulp, he drained it. “Tay,” he said. “Are you fucking my wife?”

 or

a hungover perrin does some soul-searching: a portrait in five acts. on insouciance, and the perks of self-immolation.

mon has been a senator for 25 years; tay has seen her become a cog in its machine (and not all of that was a front, lest we forget how fucked the republic was). tay has political beliefs that mean something to him, and he has no reason to believe that mon is on the same level as him. her life is inextricably linked to the empire.

and crucially!!!! this is what allows mon to fully trust him!!! if he was the kind of guy to say yes to her no matter what, she wouldn’t know for sure what his beliefs are. he has to say “sorry, i hate the empire too much to get caught up in ur shit” (which is, in its own way, also a more meaningful expression of trust than the alternative) for mon to feel comfortable bringing him in.