Okay, I try again. What about a Cassian drabble with the prompt “Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?” 👀
A/N: I know you meant this as a Cassian x Reader. But, I really, really want to write about my girl Sera. So, this is what I’ve got instead.
Cassian Andor x Platonic!OC
It wasn’t often Cassian regretted his choices. He had done so many unspeakable things for the sake of the Rebellion, things that drove sleep away and left a dark spot on his soul. But they did not hold true regret. At the end of the day, he would to them again, because he knew it was all for a greater cause.
No, Cassian did not regret his choices, but as Sera continued to follow him down the runway, he was starting to regret one of them.
“But why?” Sera insisted. “I’ve done what you’ve said. I’ve kept my head down. I repaired every damn droid on this base. I’ve passed every simulation test they can throw at me and you’re not due for mission for another month. You promised!”
“I didn’t promise anything,” Cassian countered.
“Actually you did,” K-2SO interjected. “You said, “If you keep out of trouble, help around the base, and pass all of your simulations then I’ll teach you when I get back.” You said it like that too, “if you keep out of trouble”.”
Cassian shot a betrayed glare at the droid, which he didn’t seem to notice.
“See!” Sera said. “I’ve done all of that. Ask anyone. It won’t take long. I’m practically a pilot anyway. I just need you to help me with the last bit. Please.”
She emphasizes the please by clasping her hands together and making her eyes even wider than they already were.
“No,” Cassain said, pointing a hard finger at her. “I’m not going to fall for it.”
Sera persisted, her face forming into a pitiably wounded look.
“Don’t give me that puppy dog face,” he said, feeling his resolve cracking. “You’re thirteen not three.”
She looked down, some of her hair falling into her face. “But, you promised,” she said, quietly.
He couldn’t take it any longer. With a frustrated groan, he ran a hand down his face.
“How am I supposed to say no to that,” he grumbled. “Fine. Fine. Just give me a chance to unpack.”
The girl’s eyes immediately brightened before throwing her arms around his waist in a tight hug.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she repeated. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he dismissed, placing a gentle hand on her back. “Go ahead and ask the hanger master if he can spare one of the U-Wings.”
Sera gave him one more squeeze before pulling away and sprinting towards the hanger.
Cassian watched her go, feeling a pit grow in his stomach. Once she was certified to fly, her training would be complete. He would no longer have an excuse not to put her on missions. He could site her age, but he had been younger than her when he went out of his own.
He adjusted his bag on his shoulder as he made his way to the barracks.
His mind flashed to when he first met her, as they so often did. A scared, small little girl hiding in the vents of a stolen freighter.
He promised himself to keep her safe. But now, he wondered just how long he could.
He was going to regret this. He knew it.
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