Star Wars OneShots &Preferences

Cassian Andor (angst&fluff)

You loved everything about Cassian, from his messy, brown hair to his thick accent that made you weak in the knees. You especially loved when he took some time from his day to spend more time with you. There was nothing you loved more than when you would cuddle with your scruffy boyfriend and jokingly make five-credit bets against one another for ridiculous things.

When you're in your lab, your workspace, however, you prefer to be alone or with your colleagues who understand the current topic at hand. That wasn't to say that Cassian wasn't smart, he was very smart, but he applied his ample knowledge differently than you did. While his forte was more along the lines of technical and mechanical, and a great deal physical, yours mostly applied to scientific or analytical subjects, or the why factor. You mostly dealt with the number, statistics and experimental areas of your respective job and since everything had to be perfectly calculated, there was no room for error. And Cassian could be very distracting.

You knew he never did it on purpose, you had your suspicions once but they diminished rather quickly. And embarrassingly. See, you were thoroughly convinced that Cassian would come in with the sole purpose of distracting you, because every time he visited a small explosion inexplicably followed. So, in order to get a very complicated procedure right, you pulled your boyfriend out of your lab and kissed him breathless. Of course, it was only to prove a point. To yourself. With no other reason whatsoever. To say he was confused would have been an understatement.

Because your poor, clueless Cassian liked visiting you during his meal breaks and assumed that all of your experimental mishaps were on purpose and for fun. Don't get him wrong, he's a very affectionate boyfriend who lathers his lover with attention whenever he has the chance, but he thought it was an unspoken rule to keep the PDA to a minimum in the work environment. So everyday he would bring his food, sit with you at your desk and watch you set stuff on fire, create a mini tsunami, and break multiple vials.

Long story short, after you kissed him, you explained that he needed to stop distracting you during work, to which he had no idea what you were referring to. You then go on to explain your suspicions and he proceeds to laugh at you and tease you about it for the next two weeks. Every time he came in, he'd trail behind you, but never in a way where you'd see him, lest you be "distracted".

Today was a good day for Cassian, and for a good day to be a good day for Cassian, it has to start the night before. The night before was spent celebrating the final box being unpacked in your brand-new, shared apartment. This morning was calm and slow enough that the two of you ate breakfast together, just enjoying each others' company. Then, the work load in the loading docks was lightened so he got out for lunch earlier. So, of course, he went to go see you, after all, smiles are infectious.

There is no factual evidence that supports happiness being contagious, or lasting. Because this morning you were feeling great, you and Cassian finally had some time to kill before work and the two of you were chatting and stealing food off each others' plates. Then you got to work and you then became dead inside. Okay, that's a bit of a stretch, in hindsight, you shouldn't have let a minor inconvenience determine your mood for the day, but when you're doing most of the work and then your asshole coworker decides that it's a great time to miss work and leave their portion to you, you are overwhelmed and start to go dead inside. By your standards, your day sucks.

Still, you shouldn't have taken your frustration out on your boyfriend. Your sweet, innocent boyfriend, who just happen to catch you at a bad time. As soon as he walks into your cluttered, small lab area, he's too focused on not stepping in that weird, unidentifiable substance to notice your shoulders shaking. Or the stool that sticks out a little too far from the paper desk. Cassian is agile, but he doesn't swerve in time to avoid falling over and spilling food everywhere.

The food and drinks fly everywhere, coating paperwork that took hours to complete, materials that are expensive and hard to find, and the impact causes a load of office supplies to go up in the air. When the dust settles, there's a small vial slowly rolling toward the edge of the desk, two sets of anxious eyes following it, hoping it stops in time. When it falls off the edge and shatters, you snap.

"What...the...FUCK, Cassian?! How many times have I told you not to come in here when I'm working!? I put up a goddamn sign just for you to remember! Do you even know what those papers are?! Those were official approvals, reports, and important documents! It took me literal weeks to finish filling them out, and for what?! For them to be coated in this shit! What the hell is this! Oh, my stars! The ingredients! Cassian, the Rebellion paid for these things and now they're ruined! I have to pay for them out of pocket now! The rent. We just got our apartment Oh..no......," Your voice trails off as your chest heaves, trying to control at least one thing and not cry.

You fail and sobs rack your body as you sink to the messy floor. You place your forehead on your knees and wrap your arms around your shuddering frame. Cassian stands there a moment longer, debating on what to do, before deciding to risk his life and scoop you into his arms. He lays you across his lap and tucks your head beneath his chin. His knees support your weight while one of his hands rubs your calf and the other stokes your hair. Cassian lays small kisses all over the side of your face and rocks the both of you back and forth. You slowly start to calm down and Cassian starts to sing softly in your ear.

Ay, de mi llorona
Llorona de azul celeste
Ay, de mi llorona
Llorona de azul Celeste

Y aunque la vida me cueste, llorona
No dejare de quererte
No dejare de quererte

Your breathing returns to normal as he croons quietly in your ear and your face starts to feel less hot. You turn in his gentle grip and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You hide your face further into the crook of his neck as the last of your tears fall from your cheeks. Cassian turns his head to peer down at you as the final lyric hangs in the air. He smiles softly at you and you return it.

"That was really pretty, babe." Your voice is hoarse from the crying and unnecessary yelling you did.

"I can remember my mother singing that to me whenever I was feeling upset," he whispers, as if saying it any louder would worsen his grief.

You hug him closer and he reciprocates. The two of you embrace each other for another 20 minutes before Cassian speaks up again.

"How about we clean up this mess, mi vida, and then we can go home and relax?" You sniffle and give your loving boyfriend a watery, but genuine smile.

"Sounds like a plan, Cass."