May The Force Be With You: Cassian Andor x Reader

                                    

                                          
A/N: i don't have many ideas rn but i rlly wanna write some cassian so imma just go for the classic getting harassed at a cantina vibe with a ✨twist✨, this is REALLY short so I'm sorry
                          
Warnings: harassment, alcohol, swearing, death, gore,
                          
Word count: 583
                          
You stride into the dingy cantina and head straight for the bar, ordering a snort of spotchka and letting the droid serve you as you sit down. Your hood is pulled low over your face, shadowing your features, but even with your robes, anyone can tell that you're a young woman and you're alone, which is why that by the second snort a man's already sidling up.
                          
'Hello, missus,' he leers.
                          
'Bye,' you answer coldly, knowing that if he's smart - which is rare in men like this - he'll leave.
                          
'Actually, I think I'll stay here,' he replies.
                          
'Will you?' You ask, your voice bordering on a snarl.
                          
'Yes.'
                          
'Can't you see when a woman wants to be alone?' You glance over at him, wondering if he's a threat, but one look and you decide he's not worth the trouble.
                          
'Yes, I can,' he says. 'And I can see you want me here.'
                          
'Do I?' You growl. 'Maybe you need eye surgery.'
                          
'Maybe you need - '
                          
'Hey,' another man says. 'You leave her alone.'
                          
He's got brown hair and soulful eyes which are filled with determination. He's got a hand on his blaster, and the man harassing you immediately notices this. You don't miss the signal he makes under the table, and in hardly a second your lightsaber is out, blocking the red light of a blaster fired just before it reaches the man's chest. To the others eyes, however, one second, you were sitting at the bar, and the next, you were up, hood fallen and pooling around your shoulders, holding what looked like a sword of light in your hands.
                          
'What's your name?' You ask your supposed saviour while the smarter patrons at the bar hurry to leave.
                          
'Cassian,' he answers.
                          
You give a curt nod. 'Well, Cassian, you're lucky I'm here, because that man happens to be a leader of a gang.'
                          
Robes swirling, you turn and easily block the next shots, your lightsaber humming, advancing a few steps as the half inebriated men still fire at you. Suddenly, you leap forward, killing one of the gang members with a sweep of your arm, flicking another two into the wall. The others finally see you aren't someone to be picked on, scrambling to hide behind the booths and cower under tables, and you smile, holding your lightsaber out as if you're just about to start a duel.
                          
'Anyone else?'
                          
You don't even see him, you just sense him running at your back, and you spin on your heel and raise your lightsaber over your head and bring it down, neatly cutting the gang's leader from head to toe, his guts splattering out his halves and onto the slightly scorched ground from the heat of your weapon with wet thumps.
                          
'You're a Jedi,' Cassian murmurs in wonder as the rest of the gang scurries away, leaving you two alone.
                          
'Not quite,' you grin.
                          
'A Sith?' He guesses, taking an alarmed step back.
                          
'Neither,' you assure him, patting his shoulder. 'I'm a Grey Jedi, Cassian. It means I walk the line between the ligth side and the dark side. You're safe.'
                          
'So you could have saved yourself,' is all he can manage, and you smirk.
                          
'Yes. Keep saving women, though. Not all of us have lightsabers handy.' You laugh. 'You're a good man. Don't let your past harden you.'
                          
He bows his head. 'May the Force be with you.'
                          
You smirk at him, knowing he doesn't quite understand the meaning of those words. 'And also with you.'