#moncassian

[yavinbarber]

drawing is such a powerful activity… 🤡👹🌌

[broken-sonnets]

me and my rarepair ship against the world

[frostbitepandaaaaa]

i’m sorry but this has changed my brain chemistry.

[phen00b]

cassian: .........

cassian: ms mothma sorry i said welcome to the rebellion to you earlier i guess i was going for relatable and it sounded cool in my head but i could totally see how it would come off as patronizing to one of the founding members of the rebellion. to be honest, i've been questioning whether this whole rebel thing is for me, so it was a pretty weird thing to say. i hope we can start over and have a mutually respectful working relationship

mon (huddled in the fetal position at the back of the speeder): uh

[swbrackets]

ROUND 1

Mon/Cassian

Syril/Dedra

Voting ended onMay 7

[frasersmaiden]

“she’s never been driven like this before”

[nightingalesighs]

I did the thing and made a Mon Mothma centric server aka a chill space to hang out while appreciating everything about Mon! (And Star Wars in general) Shippers of all kinds are welcome and enthusiastically encouraged to join—she is endlessly shippable after all. The goal is to make space for creativity and community.

Check out the The Chandrilan Embassy community on Discord - hang out with 3 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

[colleybri]

PIT STOP

Relationships:

Cassian Andor/Mon Mothma

Cassian Andor & Luthen Rael; Mothma & Luthen Rael; Cassian Andor & Kleya Marki

Plus more than a hint of Luthen/Mon and Luthen/Cassian plus background Bix/Cassian

M rated

Summary:

‘Set within s2 Ep 9. Luthen tells Cassian to take Mon to the safe house after her speech to the Senate, but that he might need to calm her down first for the sake of security: she might be in shock and do something rash. Cassian Andor has used sex for the Cause before but this might be the most important occasion of all, because Mon Mothma has a need for everything that he can offer her right now, and although he is getting out of all of this for good tomorrow he needs to get this right today. The trouble is, his own feelings are in turmoil in the wake of Ghorman so the encounter is probably more complicated than either of them would like it to be.’

The fic I thought I’d never write because it’s based on a crazy dream from about two years ago with one particularly crazy line that I was determined to get into this fic somehow… so here we are, crack-taken-seriously yet again, and something of a pitstop for me to while I struggle to finish Body of Blood 😊 … by which time I might have learnt how to do a decent moodboard etc etc . Extract below the cut.

He drives fast and it feels good: frightening enough to make her focus on the present rather than the recent past or the as-yet blank future. They don’t even use the Expressway but the lower routes, between buildings that loom close with the empty promise of destruction because somehow he always avoids a crash. He’s done this before. He’s very skilled. She’s never experienced anything like it; had no idea that the limo was capable of this kind of speed. She’s never felt before the gravity that pushes her down into the seat, like forcefully placed hands pressing upon her shoulders.

A day of surprises all round, she thinks, and supposes that it’s the shock of it all that brings an ironic laugh to her lips. He doesn’t hear it. She glances occasionally at the back of his head through the dividing window. The tiny bun in his hair. It grounds her, just a little, looking at that. The ridiculous detail. A strange calmness settles upon her. For now, she’s content to be driven.

She’s almost disappointed when they suddenly slow, land at a public parking lot near the Ambassadorial residences. Near to her embassy, her home, in fact. Perrin, she thinks, then the thought is gone; at least for now.

“We need a new ride,” the Friend who kills but saved her says curtly, and she stays slumped in his coat in what she’s already thinking of as her old limo while he does something with the door of the airspeeder they are parked behind. She can’t see much from her position but it looks like a professional tool of some kind that he’s using on the doors. A thief’s tool.

One of Luthen’s operatives. She had known, finally, about Aldhani and Vel - what he has them doing - and Luthen’s faith in this one can’t help but make her feel a little better because she is at last aware that he would have no need to lie to her about this. She’s seen the evidence now, of course. The Friend clearly has done this before too. He knows what he’s doing. When he comes to fetch her she goes willingly this time and shakes off his hand when he tries to take hers. It’s fine, I’m fine, and I don’t need to look at you this time or for you to touch me, she thinks, vaguely. Still, he stands close, observant, while she gets in for the next stage of this journey of increments, each another step away from what she knows for sure now is her former life.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80968606