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I just one thing to say:
#MARRY ME#he is beauty he is grace#he punch fascists in the face#AND WITH MAARVA’S BRICK#I love him#brasso#Brasso andor#andor#andor series#andor spoilers#Star Wars
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sweating feverishly so andors a,,, ahem. really good show. lots of good,,,, characters. in it.
#andor#andor spoilers#it’s not a spoiler brasso is a character. in episode one. but a bitch cares about the audience!!!#brasso#brasso andor#sw#art#doodles#okay that’s all byyyeee#95
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Keep You In Sight
Summary: Brasso wants you to stay safe, and stay where he can see you.
Pairing: Brasso/Fem!Reader
A/N: This is a birthday gift for my beloved friend @sherwood-forests 💜 A sequel to the other Brasso piece I wrote for her called "Port in the Storm". Takes place during the events of the Andor Season 1 Finale.
Tags/Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Fluff, Slight Angst
Divider by @saradika
The rain pattered against your roof, the sound echoing through your whole house as you sat by the window looking out into the street. You hoped it would let up soon and wouldn’t continue to be like this tomorrow. The last thing you all needed was to have to trudge through mud. This was going to be hard enough as it was.
Brasso had stopped by to let you know what the plan was going to be for the next day. The Empire had put all sorts of stipulations in place as to what could be done and what couldn’t. They had said only 40 people could be present, which you knew would never hold up. Anyone who knew Maarva, which was almost everyone, would be there. You were sure of it.
Before he had left, Brasso had given you a quick peck on the cheek before quickly escaping into the rain to head home. Things had been a bit awkward since the first time he had kissed you. Despite the feelings rushing through the two of you, despite the first step already having been taken, you were both at a loss about where you stood. All you knew for certain was that you cared about him so much that your heart ached in his absence. That single peck had sent a shock down to your toes that you could still feel hours later.
You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself, taking one final glance out at the rain before turning away from the window and walking towards your bedroom. You knew sleep wasn’t likely with how wired you felt, but the sooner you at least tried to sleep, the sooner tomorrow would come and you could all say a proper goodbye to Maarva and hopefully move on as a community.
A knock at your door the following morning grabbed your attention from where you were putting the finishing touches on your appearance for the day. You walked over and opened the door to reveal Brasso standing on the other side.
“Can I come in?”
You stepped aside and gestured for him to enter. You were surprised that he wasn’t in his uniform yet, and even more surprised that Bee wasn’t with him.
“Is something wrong?” you asked. “What’s going on?”
Brasso stopped, his gaze facing the interior of your place rather than you. You could see the tension rippling through his shoulders, even through his clothing. Moving around him to stand before him, you placed your hand on his arm gently.
“Brasso?”
“He came back.”
You felt your brow furrow in confusion as you tried to figure out what he meant. Who had come back? After a few moments of contemplation, you realized exactly who he was talking about.
Cassian.
He must have heard about his mother’s passing and come back to pay his respects, which was the last thing he should have done. Everyone would be better off if he stayed away and never came back, at least while the Empire had a presence on Ferrix.
“Is he insane? He’s going to get arrested, or even worse, killed. Did you meet with him?”
Brasso nodded, still avoiding your gaze. You felt anger and frustration bubbling up inside you at his confirmation. It was bad enough for Cassian to put himself at risk, but the fact that he continued to put others at risk was even worse. You bit your lip in an attempt to keep the angry words you wanted to shout from escaping.
“You’re upset, I can tell,” Brasso said, finally looking at you. “You always bite your lip like that when you get mad.”
Your glare must have been enough to confirm his suspicions. Brasso sighed and stepped towards you, taking your hand in his own and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“It’s alright. Nobody saw us.”
“You don’t know that,” you hissed, trying to pull your hand from his grip. “We still don’t know what’s happened to Bix. I don’t want to lose you too. Which is exactly what will happen if you do something stupid.”
Brasso refused to let go of your hand, tightening his grip and pulling you towards him. You struggled slightly, but eventually gave into his wishes and let him pull you to him. Once you were close enough, he released your hand and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him.
The awkwardness was nowhere to be found, only the warmth that had always been there. You returned Brasso’s embrace, burying your face in his chest. You could hear his heart beating against your ear, a reassuring sound that you hoped wouldn’t go away anytime soon. The two of you stood together, wrapped in each other’s arms, for several minutes before Brasso finally pulled away from the embrace.
“I should go get ready. I came to get you so we could arrive together. I don’t want you out of my sight when all those Imperials are around.”
“That will be hard since you’ll be marching with the funerary stone. This ceremony is more important than watching me, Brasso. I won’t be in any danger.”
Brasso lifted a hand to caress the side of your face, his eyes boring into yours. His statement about not letting you out of his sight felt a bit more serious than you thought it had originally been intended to be. The feelings bubbling up inside you were overwhelming, forcing you to break away from his intense gaze. You lifted your hand to place it over his.
“We’ll stick together as much as we can, I promise. Now let’s go show these Imperials what Ferrixian loyalty is all about.”
It was early afternoon, much earlier than the time the Empire had allotted, when the first clang of the anvil rang through the town. Everyone had gathered in the streets, preparing for the march down Rix Road. The Daughters of Ferrix and the band stood in their uniforms, ready to begin their trek to the center of town. You stood amongst the other townsfolk, waiting for the signal to begin walking.
“It’s time,” Brasso’s voice said from beside you.
You felt his hand brush softly against yours as he passed, a simple reassuring touch. Remembering his request that you stay where he could see you, you took a place on the edge of the crowd as it began to move, keeping him nearby.
The band began to play its mournful tune and the entire crowd of gathered people slowly moved down the street in an organized procession. Anyone that wasn’t marching themselves moved out of the way, allowing the crowd to pass unstopped. In the background, you could hear the clang of the anvil every so often, its deep resonating tone blending perfectly with the music of the band.
As the procession got closer to the center of town, you could see a line of troops clad in black blocking the street. The Empire was clearly unhappy with the change of plans and would not allow anything to go further than absolutely necessary. The crowd came to a stop, the music stopping along with it. Your eyes followed Brasso’s form as he walked through the crowd to the front, Bee wheeling along behind him.
Once he reached the front, the stone held in front of him, the band began to play again. Gone was the sorrowful tune they had been playing before, replaced by one much more upbeat. One that spoke of unity. The crowd began to move once again, walking straight towards the awaiting troops. Your voice joined the chant of “stone and sky”, repeating the words over and over with each step.
Just before reaching the wall of shields the Imperials had erected, the band began to turn, forming a circle around Brasso and Bee. Following the lead of the crowd, you line up outside the circle, never letting Brasso out of your sight. You felt his sentiment echo in your heart, feeling that need to keep him before you at all times. Once again, everyone came to a stop and the music came to an end. Those gathered, Ferrixian and Imperial alike, waited silently.
A soft whir sounded before a brilliant blue light shot up into the sky from the holoprojector on top of Bee. A giant image of Maarva Andor stood before the crowd. The sight was enough to pull your gaze from Brasso, wanting to honor the woman you had all gathered to remember, wanting to hear what final words she wanted to say.
You listened intently as the hologram of Maarva spoke. She spoke of the history of Ferrix, of how they had flourished. How everything had changed with the Empire. The fighting spirit you had always admired in her shone brightly in her expression as she told you all to stand firm and to fight against those that would push you down and trod upon you.
A shout pierced the crowd as an Imperial officer pushed his way past the shielded troops towards Bee, pulling his cloak from his shoulders to cover the projector, an attempt to silence Maarva’s call to action. He failed, however, to mute her final words.
Fight the Empire!
At those words, the officer shoved Bee over, knocking him on his side. You barely had time to react before you saw Brasso move forward, kicking the man in the chest and knocking him to the ground. You felt your heart stop as two troopers stepped forward to restrain him from attacking the man further. They didn’t get far before he swung Maarva’s brick at them, hitting one in the face.
You felt more than heard the yell he let out, surging forward with the crowd towards the line of troops. You had no weapons, but you could feel the energy of the angry crowd pushing you forward, willing you to do something. Willing you to follow Maarva’s call.
The troops fought back, keeping their shields up to prevent the crowd from getting too far. The loud tones of the anvil sounded above it all, encouraging the townspeople, rallying the fight. After some time had passed, you noticed Wilmon moving closer to the Imperials, his hand in his bag. Before you had a chance to react, he pulled something from it and threw it over the line of troops.
The first explosion nearly knocked you off your feet. The following ones from the grenades reacting did. Your ears rung, all sound around you disappearing. Smoke covered everything and you couldn’t see a thing. Including Brasso. A deep panic settled in your chest as you crawled across the ground, trying to get away from the center of the commotion. Eventually, you reached a wall and braced yourself against it.
Through the haze, you swore you could see a large red shape fighting off ones of white. You had no way of knowing who it was, no way of knowing if Brasso was safe or even if he was still alive. A figure appeared in your field of vision, one clad in red, but not the one you searched for.
“Come on, girl!” Jezzi shouted, pulling you to your feet. “We need to leave!”
You let her guide you into an alley, nearly running into another pair as you ascended the steps. You felt your knees give out and a sob of relief escaped your lips as you saw Brasso dragging Wilmon up alongside him by the collar. With his other hand, he tightly grabbed yours and the four of you ran as fast as you could to the edge of town.
When you reached the shipyard, you found Pegla waiting for you. He had pulled Bee from the chaos and placed him on a ship. Waving erratically, he ushered the rest of you aboard. Jezzi and Brasso worked together with Pegla to get the ship going as you guided Wilmon to sit on the floor of the cargo hold. It wasn’t long before another pair emerged from the edge of the shipyard, moving quickly towards the ship.
Cassian and Bix.
You helped Cassian maneuver the weakened Bix onto the ship and guided her down to sit beside Wilmon. You could hear shouting behind you, but paid no attention to it, hearing only “Gangi Moon” and Cassian’s shout to get you all out of there. Before you knew it, the ship was rising into the air and you, Wilmon, Bix, Jezzi, and Brasso were flying to Maker knows where.
Leaving the two on the floor, you moved towards where Brasso sat panting against the back of the ship. He looked up at you with the most relieved expression you had ever seen cross his face. He reached for you and pulled you down into a tight embrace.
“I thought I lost you,” he whispered into your hair. “I saw you go flying when the second explosion hit and then you disappeared and I couldn’t find you.”
No words could express the relief you felt when you saw him on the stairs, likely the same he felt at that moment if he thought you were gone. Unable to find anything to say, you squeezed your eyes shut and rested against his chest as he rocked you back and forth. You could swear you heard him muttering something else, repeating over and over like a mantra, but you didn’t dare hope he was saying what you thought you heard reach your still ringing ears.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
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I cannot explain the sheer amount of joy I had, watching Brasso brick a fascist with Maarva’s ashes
#she would have been so fucking proud#theres nothing more poetic than allowing the woman who could not rise against her oppressors from fear in life#to be the first one to land a blow against them in death#andor spoilers#andor#andor series#star wars andor#maarva andor#brasso andor
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Andor finale spoilers ahead!
Let’s talk about Brasso and why he’s the perfect embodiment of the Rebellion in Andor. This fan favorite represents how and why the Rebellion wins in the end.
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Happy Boopocalypse, my dears
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“The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that.
And know this, the day will come when all these skirmishes and battles, these moments of defiance will have flooded the banks of the Empire’s authority and then there will be one too many. One single thing will break the siege. Remember this. Try.”
ANDOR - Season One (2022)
#Star Wars#Andor#StarWarsEdit#AndorEdit#SWedit#starwarscolors#Cassian Andor#Diego Luna#Star Wars Day#May The Fourth#May The Fourth Be With You#Mon Mothma#Luthen Rael#Karis Nemik#Dedra Meero#Syril Karn#Brasso#B2EMO#Maarva Andor#edit2#Bix Caleen#HAPPY STAR WARS DAY (uk time)#STAN THE BEST STAR WARS SHOW#gif
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brasso using maarva’s stone made from her ashes to beat up the fascists
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Keep fucking around, we got a whole wall of dead people over here.
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Brasso passing along Maarva’s messages to Cassian and giving Cassian the most heartfelt hug of all time, then putting on his uniform to honor Maarva’s memory, swing Maarva’s brick to kill some fucking fascists, fight through the crowd to scoop up Wilmon, and get him and a bunch of others on a ship to safety. literally who is on his level. who is doing it like him. sir I would die for you
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Andor text post memes: 1 | 2
#andor#andor spoilers#andoredits#text post meme#star wars#sw#andor series#syril karn#dedra meero#luthen rael#Lonni Jung#maarva andor#cassian andor#cinta kaz#karis nemik#vel sartha#perrin fertha#brasso#kleya marki
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I remember every time it happened, every time the dead... lifted me... with their truth. And now I'm dead. And I yearn to lift you. Not because I want to shine, or even be remembered. It's because I want you to go on. I want Ferrix to continue. In my waning hours, that's what comforts me most. But I fear for you. We've been sleeping.
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1.12 | Rix Road
#andor#andoredit#swedit#starwarsedit#maarva andor#brasso#cassian andor#bix caleen#wilmon paak#starwarsblr#userjjessi#usernik#usersansa#*cajedit#*gif#i have...at least two more sets i want to make of just this episode#and a bunch of other ideas...#giffing this show is scratching a very specific itch in my brain
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Something about Brasso being the kindness in this series. Warm, trustworthy, friendly, compassionate. He’s who Cassian goes to when he needs a cover, and he’s on the same page without question. He’s who takes care of Maarva the best he can while she’s still alive. He tells Bix to run the moment the Imperials are after her, no question or hesitation as he steps between her and the Imps. He’s patient with Bee when Maarva passes, encourages the old droid to help the Daughters, stays in the house with Bee when he’s asked. The first thing he does when he sees Cassian again is hug him, long and hard. He delivers Maarva’s final words, how Cassian is loved more than any wrong he could ever do. He walks Maarva’s brick down Rix road, he’s the first to start swinging at the Imps, and he drops the fight to rescue the poor kid (who’s name I can’t remember).
Something about him being the kindness in the series in the face of adversity. Loyal and compassionate. Something about how his role is crucial in this rebellion. And something about how, most importantly, he survives.
#something something there’s always hope even in the darkest nights something something kindness cannot be killed so easily#can anybody fucking hear me#he’s compassion he’s selflessness he’s kindness at his core and he lives and breathes in the face of oppression. in spite of it#and most importantly he outlasts it. he starts the fight and he lives through it#Andor#Andor spoilers#brasso#Star Wars#sw#z speaks
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Port in the Storm
Pairing: Brasso/Reader
Tags: Fluff, Comfort
A/N: I wrote this for @sherwood-forests after she was in my inbox at 1 AM telling me how in love with Brasso she is. Love you Sher 💜
The sound of marching footsteps outside your window was beginning to wear on your psyche. While Ferrix had never been a quiet place, it wasn’t such a constant cacophony of noise before the Empire had shown up. It seemed endless.
A light tapping on your door pulled you out of your thoughts. You threw the dirty rag down on the counter beside the parts you had been cleaning and wiped your hands off on your apron. Opening the door, you found Brasso standing outside, exhaustion covering his haggard face. He didn’t look like he had slept a wink. Stepping to the side, you allowed him in.
“What have you been doing all night?” you asked.
Brasso let out a tired sigh as he settled on the chair beside your counter. He pulled his hat off his head and ran a hand through his thick hair.
“I was at Maarva’s all night. Bee didn’t want to leave.”
You nodded in understanding. The little droid had been quite attached to the woman. It didn’t surprise you that he wouldn’t want to leave the place they had lived together for so long.
“She was all he had,” you said. “You can’t blame him for wanting to hold onto her for a little longer.”
“I don’t blame him in the slightest. We all wish Maarva was still here.”
“What’s going to happen to him?” you asked.
“I’ll take him in. I’m not going to abandon him. He’s not alone, even if she’s gone.”
You gave him a small smile as you rested your hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was sweet of him to show concern for the little droid and give him a home when he needed one.
“You want some tea?” you asked.
Brasso shook his head and grabbed his hat off the counter to put it back on.
“I should go. There’s stuff I should do to get ready for the service. They’re really making things difficult for us. I just wanted to see you for a minute.”
“Nothing’s going to change in the next hour,” you said. “Stay, please.”
Brasso’s tired eyes met yours. His large hand lifted up to rest on yours that was still on his shoulder.
“Alright, if you insist.”
You moved to walk away, but his grip on your hand stopped you in your tracks. You gave him a questioning glance, but he released you before you could say anything. It had felt like he didn’t want you to leave his side, but was too afraid to hold you there.
You went to retrieve the tea you had previously offered him. As you moved around your small kitchen, you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. You didn’t dare turn around and meet that gaze. You knew if you did, it would crumble your heart.
The two of you had danced around each other before, but had never gone anywhere. The last thing he needed right now was for your inconvenient feelings to pop up again. He had enough going on now dealing with all the things he shouldn’t have to be doing.
When the tea was done, you placed it on the counter before him. Thinking of your own worries you posed a question you weren’t sure you wanted an answer to.
“Does he know?”
Brasso lifted the mug to his mouth and shrugged before taking a drink.
“I have no idea. I don’t even know where he is.”
“Surely, if he did, he would come back. At least for the funeral.”
“That probably wouldn’t be the best idea. Too many people are looking for him.”
You sighed, knowing he was right. That didn’t change the fact that Brasso had too much on his shoulders because of Cassian’s actions. Not only had Cassian left things in Brasso’s hands by leaving, his actions had led to the current Imperial occupation and Bix’s arrest. Maybe if he wasn’t able to come back to help, you could do something yourself.
“Is there anything I can do to help get things ready?”
Brasso shook his head in response and placed the tea mug back on the counter.
“The Daughters have taken care of a lot of it and I can handle the rest. You have already helped by making me this tea and providing me with your lovely company for a short respite from everything out there.”
You looked up and met his gaze that you had been avoiding before. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he gave you a tiny smile. He reached across the counter and took your hand in his own, squeezing it tightly.
“Thank you for being my port in a storm whenever I need you.”
You squeezed his hand back in response.
“I’m happy to help.”
You could see a tiny glimmer in his eyes as he stared at you, one that caused a flutter in your stomach. There were those feelings surfacing again. You tried to pull your hand out of his grip, but unlike last time, he refused to release you. Using his grip on your hand, he guided you around to his side of the counter.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you here to give me that peace,” he said as the distance between you grew smaller and smaller.
“I’m sure you’d weather through it like the strong person you are. Not many have the fortitude you have, or the kindness to help others when they need you.”
Now that you were standing beside him, that glimmer in his eyes was front and center. It was almost beckoning you closer, begging you to take that final step. You planted your feet firmly on the floor, keeping the last of your self-control in check.
“It sure wouldn’t seem as worth it if I didn’t have you there to help me,” he said.
“That’s what friends are for. To be that shoulder to lean on when you need a respite.”
Brasso’s gaze wandered over your face, and you could swear that his eyes had darted your lips for a second before looking up to meet yours again. He finally released your hand, but only for his arm to loop around your waist.
“Brasso…” you said quietly, “what are you doing?”
“What I should have done before everything went upside down.”
Your feet didn’t seem to be as firmly planted as you thought. Brasso easily pulled you the rest of the way towards him with his strong grip. His other hand lifted to cup your cheek for a moment before he leaned in to press his lips against yours. It wasn’t long before your own hand lifted to mirror him, holding his face as well. The scratchy feeling of his beard on your hand was grounding, keeping you attached to reality while the rest of you floated away.
Brasso pulled away after a few moments, but only an inch or two. He lifted his head and placed another soft kiss to your forehead before he pulled you fully into his arms. You rested your head on his shoulder as he embraced you, returning it just as tightly by wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
He didn’t seem afraid to hold you beside him now. In fact, it felt as if he was more afraid to let you go. You didn’t want him to let you go either, so you were content to stay in his warm embrace as long as he wanted to hold you there.
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My name is Maarva Carassi Andor. I'm honored to stand before you. I'm honored to be a Daughter of Ferrix, and honored to be worthy of the stone. Strange, I... feel as if I can see it. I was six, I think, first time I touched a funerary stone. Heard our music, felt our history. Holding my sister's hand as we walked all the way from Fountain Square. Where you stand now, I've been more times than I can remember.
I always wanted to be lifted. I was always eager, always waiting to be inspired. I remember every time it happened, every time the dead lifted me... With their truth. And now I'm dead. And I yearn to lift you. Not because I want to shine or even be remembered. It's because I want you to go on. I want Ferrix to continue. In my waning hours, that's what comforts me most. But I fear for you. We've been sleeping.
We've had each other, and Ferrix, our work, our days. We had each other, and they left us alone. We kept the trade lanes open, and they left us alone. We took their money and ignored them, we kept their engines churning, and the moment they pulled away, we forgot them. Because we had each other. We had Ferrix. But we were sleeping. I've been sleeping. And I've been turning away from the truth I wanted not to face.
There is a wound that won't heal at the center of the galaxy. There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow, and now it's here. It's here, and it's not visiting anymore. It wants to stay. The Empire is a disease that thrives in darkness, it is never more alive than when we sleep.
It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight, and maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless. Perhaps it's too late. But I'll tell you this... If I could do it again, I'd wake up early and be fighting these bastards... from the start.
Fight the Empire!
#andoredit#swedit#starwarsedit#andor spoilers#andor#star wars#maarva andor#fiona shaw#joplin sibtain#brasso#b2emo#original#*gifs#brasso THREW THE BRICK AT THE STONEWALL!#love love LOVE that maarva can still fight fascists physically
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I love that yet again we see Cassian take a back seat so someone else can rally the troops, someone else takes center stage and the credit.
In this case, it's Maarva. Last time they spoke, he said he didn't understand why she was staying, why she wanted to fight a revolution against an impossible force.
But this time, he gets it. He lets her word be the rallying call for her home, he makes sure EVERYBODY gets to hear it, that the entire town gets called out to listen to her final speech as he goes in to rescue Bix in the shadows.
He runs from hiding place to hiding place as Brasso stands at the front of a crowd, walks them towards a wall of Imperial soldiers, and leads them in the fight for freedom.
Cassian isn't a Big Damn Hero. He's not someone whose name is known or remembered. He's not a leader who makes the big speech to a crowd.
He's a spy. He observes, he notices things, he figures out the plan that has to happen in order to succeed at the goal. He's the one who puts it all together and then steps away from the spotlight so he can do it all over again.
#andor#andor series#andor show#star wars andor#sw andor#cassian andor#star wars#andor spoilers#maarva andor#brasso
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