Star Wars Guys x Reader

Alive: Cassian Andor x Reader

Warnings: shooting, injuries, swearing? idk, pining, death, dRuGs, a kiss, too much dialogue,

Word count: 1332

You and Cassian have known each other for years, and you've been working for the Rebel Alliance by each other's sides for just as long. And maybe that's why it hurts; you two have been friends for long, colleagues and work partners for longer, but you're still terrified what he'd think of you if he knew. If he knew the way you stared at him when you knew he wasn't looking, of the way that you craved those brief hugs he gave you when the two of you succeeded in something, the way you wanted to cup his face and tell him you were there for him when he would stare into the distance, thinking of his past, the way you were petrified with fear every time he risked himself for the Alliance.

So, you just sit beside him in the booth, tapping your fingers on the table, keeping a polite distance between the two of you as you wait for a man who should have turned up an hour ago to tell you information about the Empire.

'Patience, Y/N,' Cassian says, smacking your fingers, and for a second, you feel his warm, callused palm against the back of your hand and you almost break, almost ask him if he wants you the way you want him, almost ask if he sees every facet of you and adores it like you do about him. But you stay silent, just lightly punch his arm and sigh, staring at the door, waiting to recognise the face of your informant.

After spending another half an hour of agony, you turn to him. 'I think he's either dead or spewing information left, right, and centre about us to the Stormtroopers.'

'I'd hope for the first choice but I think it's the second,' Cassian answers as the door is kicked open and a white clad Trooper points at the two of you.

'It's them!'

You're up in a second, blaster in your hand, but Cassian shoves you behind him and starts shooting. If you weren't being shot at, you'd be inclined to kick his ass for doing that because, well, he just chucked you behind him like you're someone who needs to be protected. Instead, you use him as a shelter and rest your blaster on his left shoulder, taking out four more of the Stormtroopers at the door.

Glancing behind him, he nods in appreciation, and you make a face at him. Already, a new wave of Troopers is pouring through the door, and you grab Cassian's arm and bolt for the back exit you noticed when you came in.

'I knew he was flaky,' he pants as you run down the back alley behind the cantina.

'No, Cass, I knew he was flaky.'

'We both did, okay?'

'Sure, sure - oh shit,' you curse as you catch a glimpse of white at the end of the road you're hurtling down. 'Is that what I think it is?'

'If you're thinking Stormtroopers, then yes,' Cassian replies.

'Fucking why?' You groan. 'I used to think I would die of old age, but I guess not.'

'The anxiety will kill you first, don't worry,' he mutters.

The two of you turn around and start retracing your steps, your boots clattering against the cobbles. A red bolt whizzes past your ear, and you duck and skid to a halt behind a crate, grabbing the back of Cassian's jacket to stop him.

'We've got to go up,' you tell him. 'Soon, the Troopers from the cantina will cut us off and we'll be trapped.'

'Up where?'

'Roofs,' you say, grinning.

'I forget you were a spice smuggler,' he replies wearily, and you grin and punch his shoulder.

'Hey, roofs are better than dying, right?'

Quickly, you grab one of the crates and heave it on top of the other, rapidly scrambling on top of it. Glancing up, you wince. There's a windowsill and a few loose bricks which will serve as footholds and handholds for you, but you're not sure if Cassian will make it; you're pretty small compared to him.

'I don't think you'll - '

'Shut up and climb,' he says, but glances over his shoulder, and you're aware that there might only be time for one of you to get up and escape.

'You go first,' you order, jumping back down off the crates.

'No - '

'Yes,' you snarl. 'Go, Cass.'

Helplessly, he looks at you. He knows that if he goes now, there might be time for you to get up, but then there might not, and... As fast as he can, he scrambles up onto the crates and starts scaling the wall, praying to all the gods he knows that he'll make it off this planet with you.

Down below, you hear the clatter of feet, and raise your blaster. Glancing over your shoulder, you can see that Cassian's almost there, and you're glad that even if you die, he'll live. The Stormtroopers skid around the corner, and you take a deep breath, ready to cover Cassian's back if you need to.

'Y/N!' He yells. 'Let's go! Come on!'

'You have to cover me, okay?' You reply, already shimmying your way up the crates.

The deafening sound of blaster bolts echoes in your ears, but you force yourself to block them out, to concentrate on the next handhold, the next foothold. Pain shoots through your fingers; you're still tired from fleeing the cantina, but you make yourself go on. A shot whizzes past your head and leaves a black scorch mark on the wall, but by now, you've gotten both feet on the windowsill and you're more than halfway.

Come on, you tell yourself. If anything, do it for Cass.

Breaths coming out in rattling gasp, your fingers scrabble against the gutter lining the edge of the roof, and relief shoots through your muscles. Hooking your foot over the edge, you heave yourself, and jump to your feet.

'Come on - '

Cassian's eyes go wide, and suddenly there's the red hot pain of a blaster bolt ripping through your side. You fall to your knees, gritting your teeth to keep in a scream, and he crouches beside you, eyes frantic.

'Y/N - '

'Go without m - me, Cass.'

'No, I - '

'J - just go,' you grit out. 'P - please.'

'No!' He yells. 'I can't leave you, I - '

Black surges up, pulling your eyelids shut. 'I - I love you.'

And you go limp.

~

You wake up to the whirring of droids.

Am I in heaven? You wonder, then remember all the things you've done. Well, this is awfully nice for hell.

'She's waking up,' a mechanical voice says.

There's the panicked shuffle of feet and suddenly a face with soulful brown eyes floats into your blurry vision. Wincing, you squint up at him, taking in the worried line of his mouth, the dark circles around his eyes.

'Y/N?'

Weakly, you cough. 'Cass?'

His face breaks into a breathtaking smile, and suddenly he's crushing you tightly to his chest, engulfing you, and you squeeze him back, burying your head into his shoulder. Sniffling, you hold him as he trembles against you, gently stroking his hair.

'What's - what's wrong?' You ask in his ear.

'I - I thought I lost you,' he whispers. 'You went out, and - and I couldn't leave you there, so I took you b - back to the ship, and they managed to get to y - you in time.'

Your memory strains to remember, and you freeze as you remember your last words to him. You wonder if he even heard them. Biting your lip nervously, you keep your arms locked around his neck so you don't have to see his face as you speak.

'Hey, Cass... Did you - did you hear what I said? Before I...'

'Yes,' he whispers. 'Yes, I did, and I - I love you too.'

And then he pulls back and fits his mouth to yours, finding you warm and inviting and so, so wonderfully alive.