#rebelcaptian

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for the two wet feral cats please

🌿 Do they want kids/pets/plants together? What do they name them?

they have a tooka and I don't take no for an answer!! I could go either way on kids, but you obviously know about my OCs for their kids, Bria and Theo. that's just the names I settled on, but I'm on the firm belief that if they did have kids, they wouldn't name them after Lyra and Galen tbh.

🧩 What tiny habit of the other do they find unbearably adorable?

Jyn likes the way Cassian sometimes talk to himself in his native language under his breath while fixing things or cleaning his weapons, etc. she always pays attention, and tries to listen to the words, the pronunciation, even if she doesn't understand. and Cassian is obviously a goner for her stealing his clothes to wear them around base, jackets, scarfs, a shirt in bed, etc...

😴 Who falls asleep first & who watches them with heart-eyes?

I can't quite picture either of them just watching the other sleep tbh. a fleeting look, a soft smile, sure, but not fully on watching. and honestly, I think if their schedules line up, they'd probably go to sleep together

😏 Who is bolder in public (hand-holding, kisses, etc.)?

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“I think you’d have better luck interviewing the victim, Andor.”

cause if the world is ending i'd prefer to be with you i would prefer to be with you

Large metal gates, the kind of border security Cassian has had to pass plenty of times before. The metal doors, made of horizontal bars, click through their hinges, counting them to the numbers of workers that pass through here every day.

And she looks up, green eyes sparkling just under the white hood, crinkling in a grin Cassian can’t help sharing in as they pass through the first section.

Then comes a long, sandy corridor, flanked on each side by massive concrete walls. Smooth and vertical there's no purchase to be found in them, no chance at climbing up and over, even with aide from others. And at the top, a net of barbed wire is spread out to completely deter a break from the daily migration. Guards walk the perimeter, blasters at the ready.

Cassian inhales to calm himself, and sets his eyes on the gate, one hundred meters from its twin.

Everything goes smoothly, and they're free of the gazes of their hosts without incidence.

Once they're free to pass into the first alleyway of the quarter they'd picked at random, Jyn grabs his arm and drags him into a doorway.

They stand there, like a thousand times before, breathing in sync. Hidden in the shadow, Jyn's fingers dig into Cassian's arms and she holds herself close without touching, her head down. Listening, like Cassian. And enjoying the relief of another rebellious act gone right, without hurt or harm come to either of them.

"Here," she says when she finally steps away, dragging the cowl over her head and folding it.

She places it in the bag she'd hidden under the robes, careful so it doesn't wrinkle, and offers the rest of the space to Cassian. He glances over his shoulder at the alley they'd come from, but once he finds it empty of enemies, he copies her motions.

"You've done this before," he observes.

"How do you think Saw and his rebels got their explosives into imperial cities?" She demands, grinning and lighthearted. "Thanks to us already having an in at the temple this was easy.  You should see what acrobatics we usually had to go through during targeted smuggling operations."

Cassian tries to imagine a younger Jyn, a tinier Jyn, loaded down with blasters and explosives setting up for an attack on an imperial base or city. Far from home. Far from him. And he finds himself both angry with  and grateful to Saw Gerrera for letting her go when he did.

"I'm so glad you're on our side now," he murmurs, and means it.

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Belén Erso-Andor may only be five years old, but she was smart enough to outwit the droid that herded the other children out of the bathroom and toward Ben Solo’s bedroom for the sleep over while the adults talked at the big dinner table. Whining about having to pee again once they reached the threshold of his room, she dashed back down the hall and pretended to go, even flushing the toilet a couple of times for the maximum effect. She peeked her head out to check that it was all clear, and sprinted towards the dining room.

The dining room was bigger than the apartment she and her parents lived in, but there were plenty of chairs for her to creep behind as they talked. Akbar had spotted her quickly with his giant, scary eyes, but he said nothing and drank as she approached her parents. Papa sat up straight in his chair, his head turned towards Ben’s mom at the head of the table as she spoke. 

“I believe we have a visitor,” Luke said from behind her.

Belén squeaked with surprise, but then glared up at the Jedi for giving her away and making the other adults gently laugh at her. 

“Belén,” Papa said in a low, warning voice that grabbed her attention back. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”

She sucked in her bottom lip as she thought about what to do next so she didn’t have to go to bed so early with the other kids. Crying usually worked with Papa, but with the other adults around she knew he’d just carry her like a sack of potatoes back to the bedroom, so she wiped the tears that prickled at corners in her eyes with the back of her hand.

“See, you’re sleepy. Go to bed,” he said.

She was sleepy, but she didn’t want to go to bed. Instead, she clambered over his knees.

“But I want to be with you, Papa,” Belén said as she put her arms around his neck and settled into his lap.

“You need to be asleep. We’re talking about very boring things out here,” Mama said.

“So boring,” Papa sighed.

“Stuff that will make you cry it’s so boring,” Ben’s dad added before sipping from his cup.

Belén shook her head and kissed Papa’s cheek. “Please Papa.”

“No.”

“Please, please, please, please, please,” she said, punctuating each plea with a kiss on his cheek.

“No.”

She pulled away and they looked at each other, Papa looking so stern that the cracks and creases from his eyes spread out all the way to his beard. She pouted and let the hot tears fill the wells of her eyes that were the same sea glass green as Mama’s.

Papa closed his eyes first and sighed in defeat. Belén snuggled up against his chest and gave Mama a small, victorious smile. Mama took the shawl off her shoulders and tucked Belén with it. Papa kissed the top of her hair, the bristles in his beard tickling her scalp. The adults laughed lightly or cooed.

“The world better get ready for her if she can bend Andor’s will so easily,” Mon Mothma  said.

“I am opening an academy soon if you’re looking to hone her abilities,” Luke chuckled.

Papa rested his cheek against her head, his arms holding her tight.

“She has my heart, but her mother taught her how to play the strings,” he said.

Belén could feel Papa smile in her hair as the adults laughed, Mama laughing the softest. The conversation changed to adult things with bigger words that she couldn’t understand, so she focused on listening to the steady thrum of Papa’s heart. Its beat lulled her into resting her eyes for just a minute, just long enough to pretend what it felt like to be small like a baby again.

“I was tired of talking about politics anyway,” Han said.

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Words: 298 (I was cutting it close there)

“Captain Andor?”

Cassian looked up fromhis table in the mess to see one of the new recruits approaching where he sat.He racked his brain for her name as she approached – Sella? Or was she Jun? Toomany of the troops in his morning training sessions blended together in hismind.

“Private,” Cassian noddedrather than guess her name. “How can I help you?”

“Well,” she began,blushing, and Cassian knew he wouldn’t like the way this conversation wasgoing. “My friends and I couldn’t help but notice you were sitting alone overhere, and we wanted to invite you to join us. You know, for dinner. And maybelater, if you wanted.” Her blush deepened as she stammered out the end of hersentence.

Cassian paused,wondering how best to remind her of his rank without sending her running frommorning training. He’d had this conversation – all with fresh eyed, youngrecruits – many times, yet he’d never discovered the best solution.

“No, you see…”

“He was just waiting forme,” a new voice behind them popped up.

“Yes,” Cassian continuedwithout looking over his shoulder. He knew Jyn’s voice without visualconfirmation. “I was waiting on Sergeant Erso.”

“Yes, sir. Of course,sir,” the girl stammered, saluting before hurrying away.

“I wish I met you sooner,” Cassian saidto Jyn, now seated beside him, after the girl was out of earshot. “You couldhave saved me from this exact situation so many times.”

“I should hope you wishyou’ met me sooner for a lot more reasons than just scaring away teenage girlsfor you, Captain,” Jyn snorted as she stole the piece of bread off his plate.

“Oh, I wouldn’t havetime to list them all,” Cassian assured her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.