#jedi fallen order x reader

[goosewriting]

Of bunk beds and confessions

summary: when there’s a new crew member on the Mantis, reader feels discouraged to confess to Cal.

relationship: Cal Kestis x GN reader

warnings: slight spoilers for Jedi Fallen Order, dw it has a happy ending uvu

word count: 2.8k

A/N: recently finished JFO (finally! lol) and i have A Lot Of Feelings so, here you go

prompt used: hesitant kisses, but when they part one whispers "do it again. please."(source, by @urfriendlywriter)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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You’re waiting on the Mantis with Cere and Greez for Cal to get back with the Astrium. You’re currently on Dathomir, and you’re not entirely sure what he had to do to get the thing, but he comm’d you some minutes ago saying he’s on his way back to you.

You stand at the top of the ship’s ramp, trying to see if you can see him somewhere. You’ve been worried out of your mind when he would send you short and clipped messages, telling you he had to fight some mysterious but apparently very powerful traveller he met on this planet. The whole place gave you the creeps; with the Nightsisters gone and all, it just felt like a hollow, haunted memory of a civilization. 

Despite everything being tinted red, from the rocky formations all the way up to the sky, your eyes catch a familiar flash of copper hair. Your head turns and you look out to Cal, who’s about to reach the ship. Only then do you finally allow yourself to breathe properly again. 

The thought crosses your mind that, with how worried you are when Cal’s gone, not knowing if it’s the last time you’ll see him when you wish the Force to be by his side as he leaves for several hours, only to come back all beat up… Maybe you should finally tell him how you feel. It’s a selfish thought, but you’re not sure how much longer your heart can take this. 

Turning back inside, you shake your head and try to calm the pounding against your ribcage. The important thing is that he’s back, he’s alive. 

“Cal’s back!” you call to the rest of the crew, and everyone gathers around the dinner table just as Cal walks up the ramp to the Mantis.

“You found it!” Cere says when she sees the small, black item in Cal’s hand, who’s showcasing it.

Suddenly, there’s a flurry of green and black behind him as a person appears out of thin air.

“Whoa, who’s this?” Greez asks, pointing to the stranger. 

As you take in her appearance, you kinda freeze: it’s a Nightsister. BD beeps excitedly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” the pilot asks the droid, still unsure about her presence on his ship.

“It means I’ll be joining you,” she says, with an accent and with confidence. You look at Cal, hoping for him to intervene, but instead, he looks excited. Cal points to each of you, introducing you all by name to the newcomer.

“And this is Merrin,” Cal finishes, pointing to her.

“Wha–” Greez looks up at him just as shocked as you are. “She’s a witch, isn’t she?”

“A Nightsister,” Merrin corrects him. “Your fear is unnecessary.”

“I couldn’t have gotten the Astrium without her,” Cal explains. “We fought Malicos together. I trust her.”

Those words hit you like a bag of bricks. He trusts her. They fought together. She must be a skilled warrior, then. Meanwhile you’re just… you. And next to her, it doesn’t feel like enough. 

“And we trust you,” Cere retorts with a smile directed at Cal, then turns serious as she looks at Merrin. “You will have to earn it.” 

“Fine, grab some seat,” Greez mutters under his breath as he makes his way to the cockpit. “As long as she doesn’t do anything funny.”

“Welcome aboard,” Cere finally says to Merrin and follows Greez to the front of the ship. 

Cal looks after them for a second, then turns to the new crew member.

“They like you,” he remarks, and looks at you as if waiting for you to add something, but you’ve long averted your eyes from him. 

The image of Cal looking at Merrin is now burned in your retinas. Doubt and jealousy spread within you, so you leave for the back of the ship, missing Merrin’s questioning gaze on you. 

Greez sets course for Zeffo to bring the Astrium to the temple and finally, hopefully get the Holocron. You wonder what will happen after that. Is the crew gonna split up? You sure hope not; you don’t really have anywhere else to go.

You didn’t join the Mantis team much earlier than Cal did, so this was your first time you were on the move with Jedis, and if you were being honest, you liked it. Most of it, at least. You liked the sense of adventure, sure. The constant worry about a certain redhead, not so much. And yet you can’t get enough of him and his boyish smile as he apologises for the scratches and bruises you nurse back to health. You’re sure that you’d follow him to the end of the Galaxy if he asked you to. 

But that probably isn’t gonna happen, not if you correctly read how Cal and Merrin exchanged looks throughout the evening when eating dinner. Merrin asked for her steak rare, and you felt that with every jab of her fork into the meat (which to you was way too red), she was looking in your direction. You really weren’t in the mood to confront the newcomer, especially when Cal and even BD seemed so thrilled to have her here, so you tried to ignore her most of the day. Which probably wasn’t the most polite thing to do, but there were other things on your mind.

When the time came to sleep, the crew had to make a few changes. The Mantis has four separate rooms with two bunks each, and until you figure out something better, Cal volunteered to bunk with Greez so Merrin could have her own room.

Now lying in your bed at night, you think back to how you almost didn’t get to talk at all with Cal since he arrived with the Astrium today, despite how worried you were. Just like every other time he’s gone ever since this race for the Holocron started.

As the medic of the crew you’ve had to patch up Cal several times, often giving him a piece of your mind, given how badly injured he came back sometimes. You don’t consider him to be reckless though, in fact you saw how competent he is first-hand when he defended you from an Inquisitor. But still you can’t help the knot in your throat and the tightening in your chest that only loosen up when you see him coming back to the Mantis in one piece. 

And just like every time he came back, today too he sat on the chair as you cleaned up his wounds. Usually you two would chat while you work, but today you had refrained from saying too much, scared that the conversation would shift to the new crew member, and as such giving away how you felt about her. Not that you disliked her (you still hadn’t dealt with Merrin enough to get an idea of the person she was), but her being seemingly close to Cal had put a significant dent in your confidence. Your plans of confessing your feelings to him were now thrown into the bin and you felt silly for ever thinking you had a chance to begin with.

You sigh to yourself in your bunk, pulling the blanket up to your chin and waiting for the ship’s constant hums of hyperspace to lull you to sleep. But at the speed your mind is racing, you doubt sleep will come your way any time soon.

Just as you’re considering doing some reading instead of sleeping in an attempt to tire yourself out, there’s a knock at your door.

Your breath hitches and you tense up. The first person that comes to mind is Merrin; what if she’s here to tell you off or something? To confront you about your attitude at dinner? Or worse, what if she’s here to… hurt you? 

No wait, that’s ridiculous. Shaking away your thoughts, you clear your throat.

“Come in,” you call to the person on the other side.

Much to your surprise, when the door slides open, it’s Cal standing there. A shirtless Cal to be exact, only wearing sweats. He's holding BD in his arms and quickly comes in, closing the door behind him, and approaches you to sit on the edge of your bed.

“I did not know a body so small could snore so loudly” he remarks and yawns. 

Even though you've seen Cal without his shirt plenty of times when patching him up, you can feel the heat prickling your cheeks. You really hope he can’t see how you're eyeing him up, no matter how much you try to tear away your gaze.

“Can I… sleep here tonight?” he asks, and your heart skips a beat. You internally reprimand yourself for that as he’s obviously asking about the bunk above you, not about sharing your bed. 

“Of course,” you reply, hoping your voice doesn’t betray you. 

He thanks you and climbs onto the bed. BD beeps something you don't understand, and Cal answers in quiet whispers you can't really hear.

Some minutes pass by, and you have to remind yourself to breathe. Now there is for sure no way you'll fall asleep, great. You plan on waiting for him to pass out so you can pull out your book, but Cal keeps shifting back and forth, seemingly unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in. 

“Can’t sleep?” you ask after some time, and he sighs deeply.

“Sorry, I'm probably shaking the whole thing,” he says with a sheepish chuckle.

“Wanna sleep down here?” you find yourself proposing, and mentally facepalm yourself. What you meant to say was “Want to switch places?”, but now you made it sound like you're inviting him to sleep in your bed with you. Not that you'd have anything against it, but he's probably taken aback by it–

His fiery hair hangs from his head as he’s peeking down over the edge of the bunk to look at you.

“Really?” he asks, and you can't tell if the tone of his voice is teasing or hopeful. He probably understood what you meant about switching places, right? And that's what he means to do?  

You merely nod your head with an affirmative hum, and Cal’s face disappears so he can properly climb down. He comes to stand beside the bed just as you're sitting up to get out. You're about to throw your legs over the edge when he places a knee next to you, and you freeze.

“Scoot over” he instructs, and you follow. He lifts the blanket and slides under.

You turn on your side with your back to him, trying to shuffle all the way to the wall so he has enough space. Instead you feel yourself being pulled back as Cal hugs you from behind and brings you into his chest, tangling his legs with yours. BD joins the nap pile as well and settles at the end of the bed.

“Is this okay?” he asks, tightening his hold around your waist ever so slightly, and you're still too stunned to speak, so once again you merely nod, and he heaves a deep sigh, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Is this okay for you though?” you suddenly blurt out. He lifts his head at the question.

“What do you mean?”

“I thought… you and Merrin…” you say and immediately regret it, forcing yourself to shut up. You should have just kept silent and enjoyed this moment. 

“What about her?” Cal asks, the arm at your waist pulling you over to lie on your back while he props himself on his elbow to look down at you.

You don’t answer immediately, unsure of what to say. You fidget with the hem of the blanket. 

“I don't know, the way she looked at you… I thought you two...”

He gives you a small, maybe even shy, smile.

“Greez was snoring,” he states, which seems pretty unrelated, so you quirk an eyebrow at him. “And whose room did I go to?”

You avert your gaze from his, not wanting to give in just yet. Somewhere in the back of your brain there was still a little voice saying that there's no way he's implying what you think he's implying, and that you shouldn't get your hopes up because you're only gonna get crushed.

Then he softly calls your name, and you're suddenly aware of how he can possibly not just hear but feel how your heart is pounding against your ribs, with his body pressed to your side. His hand reaches up to gently hold your chin, turning your face to look at him, and your cheeks burn once more.

The way he looks at you, how the dim lighting from behind seems to form the faintest of halos against his copper hair, how his ocean eyes shine through the darkness and look into yours longingly… You make sure to commit everything to memory, afraid of this moment ever ending. You're so busy counting every freckle, tracing every line of his face with your eyes, his jaw, his collarbones, that you miss how his own eyes flicker to your lips for a moment, and he starts leaning in. 

Before you can even process what’s happening, Cal presses his lips to yours. The touch is feather-light, almost like he’s scared to press too hard. Just as quickly as it started, it ended much too soon. Pulling back only enough to look at you, he’s about to say something, but you go first.

“Do it again,” you demand in a whisper. “Please.”

Cal’s happy to oblige and leans back down, now with more confidence. This time he feels you reciprocate, so he moves on top of you, his arms on either side so as not to crush you with his weight. He traces your bottom lip with his tongue, and you open your mouth to meet it with your own. Your hands reach up, one around his toned back, the other over his shoulder, to his nape, and into his fiery hair. Tangling your fingers into the strands, you pull ever so slightly and he groans into the kiss. If you thought your cheeks were burning before, now your whole body is positively ablaze. 

He breaks the kiss for much needed air, peppering some more on your jaw and neck, which makes you giggle lightly. 

You’re both panting lightly, trying to get your breathing and erratic hearts under control, still looking at each other in awe of what just happened, when BD suddenly beeps.

“Wha- Yeah, I was about to!” Cal says over his shoulder to the droid.

“What did he say?” you ask, cupping his face with both your hands, and he leans into your touch, closing his eyes.

“He said I should tell you how I feel about you,” he explains sheepishly, and when you chuckle at that, he looks back at you.

“I think you’ve made it plenty clear” you tell him with a grin. “But you can’t never be too sure.”

Cal stifles a laugh while shaking his head, hugging you to him and turning around so now you’re on top of him. The action makes you squeak in surprise, and your hand shoots up to cover your mouth as you hide your face in his chest in embarrassment. He chuckles, and you can feel it rumbling through you both. 

“Then let me clear it up,” he starts and his face gets a bit more serious. His hand comes up to hold your face, brushing over your cheekbone with his thumb. “You’re the first thing to make sense in a very, very long time. I’ve been running, hiding for so long… You reminded me that there’s more to life than just survival. And now I can’t imagine a life without you in it.”

You place your own hand over his own, leaning into it and closing your eyes to savour the moment and make sure that you’re not dreaming. After a moment you look back up at him with a smile you can’t stop from spreading no matter how hard you try, not that you’d want to. 

Since you don't really know how to answer and put your feelings into words, you decide to kiss him one more time. It’s cut short though as you have to lean back for a yawn you can’t stifle. Despite your racing heart and the million thoughts going through your head right now, the claws of sleep are slowly creeping in to claim you. 

You kinda slump onto Cal, who huffs in surprise but hugs you nonetheless, and you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as you nestle your body against his, your leg over his hip.

“I also want you to stay in my life, Cal,” you mumble as you lazily trace shapes onto his skin. “Even after we find the Holocron and everything, no matter where you go, I’ll be right by your side and kiss you better when you get your ass beat by some monster somewhere.”

“Can’t wait,” he says with a chuckle and a kiss to your head, then wishes you good night, hugging you impossibly closer to him.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being another displaced Padawan with Cal Kestis

Cal Kestis x jedi!reader

warnings: angst, STAR WARS JEDI SURVIVOR SPOILERS

a/n:

prompt:

you and cal went way back

like, jedi padawan back

so after the purge, about five years later, you guys reunited by chance. thanks to cere junda, no less

and, god, seeing someone so familiar after trying to get by on your own, someone who knew the feeling of the trajectory of your life being thrown off before you were ready, that wasn’t easy to come by

“you’re here” -cal

“i’m here” -you

“we survived” -cal

“just barely” -you

cere was delighted that the two of you could have lifted each other’s spirits so much, which was very much needed in desperate times, as you two were just given a very important mission by a former jedi master in your order

you and cal kicked some serious ass together, helping one another relearn old lessons your masters had taught during your youth

“i think running across walls was the hardest thing i was ever taught” -you

“it took me forever to get that right! i could only get two steps in before i plummeted to the floor!” -cal

you shared a lot of stories and emotions during travels, in private

and not all of them were positive, but this was the first chance you’d had in five years to face these emotions, to air out your feelings

“do you miss the clones? i was so fond of our battalion, they were always so kind to me” -you

“i think…i think that was the worst part. the people who defended us in battle, gave me pep talks before training, always there, that same face at every turn suddenly behind the blaster that was meant to put me down” -cal

“i miss them” -you

cal and you had your missions together…and separately. you’d be on one planet and he on the other, trying to race the empire and inquisitors to the holocron

“it could happen all over again” -you

“it could be the key to saving the galaxy” -cal

“or we’d be creating a generational tragedy” -you

“so would the empire” -cal

“you’ve got me there” -you

cal gifting you ponchos from his travels (lol)

“any chance you like pink?” -cal

“well…” -you

braving zeffo alone while you knew cal was somewhere far more dangerous, you had a bad feeling about it

but your teachings from the order were always the same, no attachment. mission first, feelings second…no, last

but on cal’s adventure, he found merrin, a nightsister from dathomir

you hadn’t seen any nightsisters since ventress, which did happen to make you feel a bit off

“cal…you sure?” -you

“trust me, y/n. things have changed. merrin is just like us” -cal

“cal told me much about you. another survivor. a pleasure” -merrin

you and merrin grew quite close actually

she was truly spectacular, and swapping stories with her was sort of educational

“wait…the jedi responsible for the nightsister genocide? you said lightsabers, plural? how many?” -you

“four” -merrin

“two green, two blue?” -you

“precisely. how did you know?” -merrin

“hang on, no way—” -cal

“my master killed him shortly before we were split up…when the clones turned” -you

“grevious? really? master kenobi finally got him?” -cal

“who is this ‘grevious?’” -merrin

“general grevious, he was a separatist general—a cyborg. he wasn’t a jedi, he stole lightsabers from his kills. he ordered the attack on your home” -cal

“i’m so sorry, merrin” -you

you three were still healing from many scars, but doing it together was much more achievable than trying alone

it was a wonder you even made it to fortress inquisitorius

you, cal, cere. all three of you fought like hell to save those kids.

now, cal and you, you two had much different perspectives than say, cere or trilla

displaced padawans. little guidance. cal was barely old enough to even be a padawan learner, but times were desperate and the order called upon the youngling to start quite early. you were in a similar boat. it made you two see eye to eye better than most

trilla, a padawan with much more training and insight, one who was failed by the order that she was most loyal to. failed by her own master.

cere, a devout jedi master who failed many people who were counting on her. who lost herself to a side of herself that every jedi is supposed to fight.

and just before any resolution could come of all of you together, the famed and feared darth vader showed himself

and the sinking feeling you felt before he arrived froze you

“what is it, y/n? y/n?” -cere

*ominous breathing sounds*

you shook off the feeling, fleeing instead

cal and you were split up when you swore vader made a point to hold you back

“run cal! get out of here!” -you

“y/n l/n, i was hoping i would see you” -vader “where is obi-wan?!”

“i thought you were dead” -you

“is that what he told you?” -vader

“you’re going to kill me to get back at him? i haven’t seen him since the purge, anakin! i left!” -you

“there is no anakin!” -vader “did you leave, or did he leave you?”

“are you just going to let cal get away?” -you

“he can’t get far” -vader

“my journey is not important to you” -you

“you are like me, y/n. obi-wan failed us. these inquisitors are weak, impressionable, disposable. but i know how you think. i know how he thinks. i give you the opportunity to join me. fight with me.” -vader

“i saw the holotapes, anakin. i saw what you did to the younglings and i will not let you do it again. we are not alike, obi-wan did not fail me. i took a page out of ahsoka’s book, i found my own path. and it is not beside you.” -you

“this is not over, y/n. i trust you’ll find your way out” -vader, force pushing you off a ledge

you did find you way back out and merrin was quick to save you before going back for cal

you were left completely unharmed, as well, which was quite the surprise to everyone else

“what happened back there, y/n?” -cal

“nothing i’d like to relive” -you

cal nodded and let it go, focusing on the holocron floating before you all

your mind kept replaying memories as they discussed what to do with it

memories of anakin’s massacre. vader’s speech. younglings you couldn’t save. luke and leia somewhere across the galaxy. the inquisitors.

“destroy it.” -you

in one quick swipe, cal took his lightsaber to the glowing blue cube. no questions asked

and from there on, it was no longer about the order. you remembered why you left in the first place. the purge, the politics, your master couldn’t contain himself. your troops turned their blasters on you. everything you were taught was bantha fodder. and you were just a padawan

it was now about disassembling. scaring the people in power while giving the little guy some hope.

“this is a much better gig than obi-wan playing by the rules” -you

“from what you told me, him and anakin never played by the rules” -cal

the name made you shudder, but you pushed past it

“well, anakin was known as the rulebreaker. obi-wan always tried to reel him in. but, i’ve noticed a rule or two that master kenobi had bent” -you

“anakin has a padawan too, right?” -cal

“he did. she was also a rule breaker. when she left the order, i almost followed her. last i heard, she went to mandalore with half of the 501st. i, uh—” -you

“right…” -cal

you were still haunted from the encounter on nurr. still hadn’t told cal and it was eating you up inside.

but the fighting made it feel better

dismantling, stealing, helping

and then merrin left. and cere. and greez settled down. and you and cal were just two makeshift jedi knights with your tragic pasts and your need to keep your place in the galaxy

and keep each other close

but not too close

those rules you followed, the one’s obi-wan followed, you threw them out a long time ago. the jedi order was corrupt. you examined each council master postmortem and decided that they were all flawed despite their rank. you hated them for it.

but decided the one teaching you would follow would be to lose hate, a step to the dark side.

you didn’t really even know at this point, what was the difference between right and wrong anymore

cal and you continued fighting. joined up with saw gerrera. never left each other’s sides

which…sparked feelings you’d never really been taught or told how to deal with

only aversion, really. but it wasn’t like you didn’t really talk about it

“i don’t really see the problem with it. look at everything else we do, that’s not exactly the jedi way” -you

“it’s dangerous” -cal

“love is dangerous?” -you

“attachment is” -cal

“i figured you already had attachments. we were all a crew before this” -you

“i let them all go” -cal

“and you’d let me go?” -you

you began constantly questioning these ways and trying to fight for a new future with cal, without pressing too hard

but it was hard to ignore those feelings and harder to constantly be denied by your old life

and it was harder when the new crew always teased you two

“come on, kestis. if you don’t, i will” -gabs

“yeah, just go for it. who’s it hurting?” -bravo

“i’m just not ready to go there” -cal

you were more bothered than you let on

but you always put the mission first

up until your trip back to coruscant

“this is just a reminder of how little it all matters now. there’s no one left.” -you

“that’s why it matters” -cal

the intensity of this mission made it so it was just the two of you again

and maybe that would spark something…but you doubted it

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[machiavellli]

In the HEAT of the moment

Pairing: Cal Kestis x chiss!jedi!reader

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: reader is in heat, unholy use of the force, slightly angst dynamic (we are a bit bratty), 0ral f&m receiving, p in v, dom!cal(?)/switch (accusingly), p0rn w/o plot (not really?), no use of y/n

Summary: Terribly h0rny on a ship with an attractive redhead, what could possibly happen?

MDNI!

Author’s note: it all started that I wanted to write an old classical sex pollen! fic, but then I remembered how a lot of people (myself included) headcanon chiss people to have a mating cycle and I thought it could be an interesting alternative. Also the only thing you really have to know about chiss people is that they are generally speaking slightly cold people, they have blue skin (NOT MENTIONED) and red eyes (which glows when they feel strong emotions). Reader is depicted as a force user, but this honestly only serves the purpose to make it even more filthy.

Sorry for the BAD DESCRIPTION of the Mantis, do you really care though? Also BD is safe and sound from any inappropriate view🤌

English isn’t my first language

I watched the red-haired figure beside me trying to land the ship as fast as he could, fear painted all over his face, anxiousness filling his chest. If only he could know what was actually wrong with me.

I was spread out on the co-pilot seat, breathing heavily, clothes increasingly damp from the sweat that was now clearly crowning my face. I was trying to concentrate exclusively on my force signature, or rather I was desperately trying to keep it closed. I just had to wait for the wave to pass, for this embarrassment to end.

I hated the fact that it happened in front of him, I usually was able to handle it myself. I wanted to shout at him to leave, I wanted to maintain my usual cold character, he had never seen this vulnerability in me before and he was scared.

He was probably thinking a fever had come over me, he couldn't possibly know how my biology worked and he couldn't, shouldn't know, that I was developing a soft spot for him.

It was so hard to be this close yet so far from his touch. If I had spoken I would have lost all control over my signature and he would have been able to sense my heat expanding. How the heat ran more and more in my blood until I felt my eyes burning. If only he could know.

I remained contorted in the chair, trying to tighten all my limbs, trying to make myself smaller and smaller, to repress this uncontrollable situation. My head was back, eyes half closed, I couldn't look at him, even though the image of him, those damn red hair, was now imprinted on my retina. Every time I tried to open my eyes even slightly, he would turn his worried gaze in my direction. My glowing red eyes left me no opportunity to escape his peripheral vision.

I closed my eyes definitively, trying to cling to the little concentration I had left. I could feel Cal landing the ship, this is absolutely useless, I kept thinking. BD scanned me, «I know her temperature and pulse are high, I can see it» he replied with a frustrated tone to the droid, he didn’t like at all this unusual situation.

My eyes were still completely shut, not even for the love of the Maker I was going to open them, especially now that I could hear him rising from his piloting seat.

«You have to tell me something though, what the hell is happening to you, you were fine thirty minutes ago» he was now hovering over my face, and I could feel his warm breath as he spoke.

His hand reached out for my face, but I quickly sent him away, dismissing it with my arm, still, the brief touch made me tremble from the inside. And he noticed it.

You aren’t getting any information out of me, I would explode before letting you know anything, I thought.

He loudly snorted, starting to grow frustrated by his anxious state and my attitude.

«Listen, you got to tell me something. Why can’t I access your signature? You never blocked it. Let me read you» he then gripped with decision at both of the sides of my now completely sweaty head and made me face him.

I had to bite so hard my lips to hide the moan that almost made it out, to the point where I tasted my own boiling blood.

Focus, focus, focus. For the love of the Maker and for my dignity.

I tried to remove myself from his cautious touch, but his callous hands gripped harder, keeping me firm in my place. I then opened my eyes, the light of the cockpit invading my sight, making my eyes water from the discomfort, but I kept my burning gaze on him. Hopefully, even if a tear started to descend, he would recognise my furious gaze, which I had unfairly dedicated him numerous times, on missions, but also in everyday activities. I was just trying to keep my distance for all of those months, but all the crafting I did on my persona was breaking just in front of his eyes. If only he knew.

«I just want to help you. Let me help you. I know that you hate being helped, especially by me, but I need you alive and healthy kriff» he sighed deeply, closing his eyes for a moment, but I kept my gaze fixed on him, breathing even more heavily. It felt like oxygen wasn’t enough. Because it wasn't, as I resignedly knew; and I knew I was going to need his help if he didn't get out of here in mere seconds.

«Since I don’t know what’s the matter with you, I’m sorry, but I have to try to access your mind. You look like something is giving you a panic attack» how ironic.

If only he knew.

After that sentence, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold the game, the control I had over my force signature was feeble, so it took me all my strength to do it, but I kicked him as hard as I could in the stomach, desperately trying to send him away. The kick ended up being much more delicate than I had in mind, it didn’t even hurt him, but it still made him step back a little and remove his delicious hands from my skull. I tried to catch the opportunity to leave the cockpit, but as I tried to stand up, my bloody wobbly limbs made me crash on the floor, my head hitting the seat just above and failing forward.

I hissed in pain, desperate, needy and desolate for the scene that Cal had to endure. I was barely lifted from the floor with my elbows, I lifted up my gaze towards his direction. Hairs sticking to my forehead and breath still as heavy as an imperial cruiser.

«Let me help you. You are a mess» he slowly walked next to me, lowering his broad figure to my level. Flashes came back in mind from all the times I had the upper hand over him, in our training sessions or missions. I was so good at hiding everything, until I wasn't.

«Y-you need…t-to stay away from me» I whispered and it made him widen his eyes from the surprise that I could speak. Words as light as air destined to fall into the sea of ​​uselessness as quickly as lead. And with that, the unstable hold I had on my signature fell.

«I can’t leave you here, don’t be rid-» he started saying by lifting me from my arms. And with that, he knew. Now he knew.

Moments that felt eternal passed as I held again my gaze, now completely stripped of any decency. Kriff, if he knew.

I couldn’t reach for his signature, I simply lacked the strength to do so, but I was sure that he was scanning my interior from top to bottom, I could sense him everywhere in me. It was so good, I imagine the real touch, how good that must feel.

«Go away.» I replied, closing my tired eyes once more, letting my head fall forward, hiding hopelessly my bare mind.

«But I thought that I felt so good…» he said meanwhile rising my head once more, lifting my chin with one of his damn hands. And a light moan escaped my lips.

My mind went blank there, eyes fixed on him as I would be staring into the void itself and my mouth opened from the shock, revealing the now dried blood painted on my lips. I felt the agonising tears and the sweat mixing over my face, this was purely mortifying.

One thing was being shamed without addressing it and one thing was whatever was going on here. But as much as I felt shamed, I felt this growing heat rising once again in me: it felt good.

And it certainly didn’t help when he started to gently brush away the dried blood from my lips with his thumb. I was just glad his eyes were fixed on them and not my eyes, you know, for the sake of my decency.

«All of this…all of this for what?» He chuckled lightly, readjusting his gaze on me, making our eyes entangled again «For hiding from me? The only one ashamed is you, wilful as always».

«Leave the matter to me, I-I will handle-»

«You don’t get to handle a thing. Be a good girl and let me help you or your rut won’t pass» he voiced firmly.

This time, my eyes widened in surprise and the little nickname made my body flinch.

«Tell me you want my help and you will be served.»

For a moment, I breathed heavily again, focusing entirely on reaching for his signature: he was being honest. That’s all I needed. I needed him and he knew. He knew it all.

«Help me, n-need you»

Without any other dancing around, he lifted me easily, closing the cockpit door of the Mantis behind him, and locking up BD. My head instinctively went back, just for him to catch it with his large hand. I wanted any clothes off.

Once we reached for the table, he delicately leaned me against its surface, ice against my warm skin. He climbed over me with his broad figure, feeling his own arousal growing. He waited for this for so long. And I did not know.

Our lips, now, mere inches away. I was hot, but kriff, I could feel his heartbeat also running. Our breaths mixed over our faces and for cutting short all the theatrical tragedy, I simply lifted one of my hands to cup his face, making him come instinctively closer. Now as my lips danced on his, I knew it was over.

I was burning, to the point where the heat gave me back my strength and I started holding onto his hair with both of my sweaty desperate hands, making a moan escape from him. He felt like a sweet fresh relief from my pain, but Force, if I need more than that. Our hips then started to stroke against each other, searching for the real relief.

It felt like we were eating off each other’s faces, sloppy kisses filled with burning passion, mixing with the sweat and blood, nothing too different from our condition on a battlefield wryly.

Then, he started travelling down to my neck and moans finally freely left my mouth, as I felt the ginger growing harder on my thighs.

«You are so warm, so good» he muttered half moaning into my neck as his hands started working on my tunic, but he stopped for a moment and looked at me with those pretty green eyes: «Can I?».

«Hurry.» was my response.

And he hurried. Basically ripping my damp tunic away, and without losing a second he was on my breast, skilfully sucking one as he played the nipple of the other with his callous hand.

«So soft, can’t believe I had to wait this long» he whispered as his voice grew hoarse with desire.

«More Cal» I whined softly, now completely blinded by lust.

And my wish was his command.

He navigated down, in the direction of my wetness, leaving a trail of careless kisses behind. His hands, which felt frigid, given my temperature, followed him as he went down, gripping firmly my waist, and making my eyes roll. Hence, he held me still with one large hand flat over my lower stomach, pressing lightly, as the other worked to remove my trousers. At last, I was bare before him, a desire I hid for long.

«It took you a heat wave, almost a heart attack, for letting me touch you. So obstinate to prove yourself, when you were already perfect in front of me» he breathed while he lowered himself, as my thighs were being spread upon his face.

As my legs parted, I felt my indecent drench slide down, feeling exposed and turned on like never before.

«You are going to be my four-course meal» he mumble, taking a look at my condition and smirking, before starting to rub over my sensitive clit, as his breath kept teasing me.

I was in no condition to speak, my mind was already far too gone, and filthy sounds were the only thing coming out of me. And Force, the sight would have killed any Jedi master back at the temple. Too bad.

Once he considered it enough, he closed the gap between my heat and his lips, starting to suckle intensely, holding me open for him, feeling every one of his digits pressing into my flesh. The touch felt electric, combined with his force signature overwhelming me inside. I wanted him, may this be the last thing I ever do.

And he damn knew.

«For someone so bitter, you taste so sweet» A low groan escaped from him as he gripped greatly at my inner thighs, parting my lips even more, whilst I held on the table for my damn life, trying to steady myself as my body trembled beneath him.

His lips, the swirling of his tongue over my swollen bud, the slightly cool sensation from his lower temperature and the air around us, were driving me wild. I was getting close and instinctively I tried to force my legs closed, but I was immediately shut by his powerful hands, keeping me more open and vulnerable than ever.

«Don’t try. Let me have what is mine» he hissed while flipping me over to my stomach.

My face and chest made contact with the cold surface, as I felt my hips being lifted and dragged at the edge of the table. His cool grip, air, surface and exposure made my walls clench. The sight of my bare ass made his cock, still hidden beneath all his clothes, twitch in anticipation. He nudged over my warm soft flesh, admiring my curves, gripping it with force and giving it a loud slap.

«Don’t you think you were bratty enough? It feels so good to have the upper hand, no wonder you like it some much»

He was enjoying this almost as much as me, the only difference being that I was utterly submitted to my own desire, my rut, desperately trying to get me filled with his seed.

He lowered once more his gaze to my warm, opening my lips with his rough thumbs, as my wetness fell on the table’s surface. His mouth captured my clit once more, making me tremble from the newly acquired angle, but his hands were quickly on my sides, supporting my weight.

We kept filling the room with my indecent moans and his low groans as he ate me out like a starved man, till the point where I reached my peak, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation coursing through my body. Oh Force, oh stars. Why did I wait so long for him?

Instinctively, I let my hips fall on the table and Cal followed me, resting his head on my lower back, giving it a soft kiss. We were both breathless, but we were both far from being over with this.

We both knew.

My heat returned after mere seconds, making me whine. I flipped myself over as Cal lifted himself from me, gripping one of my ankles to drag me closer to him.

«Undress. Come over to the table. Quick.» I commanded and so he did as I said.

Rapidly he removed his own clothes and I got to stare at his toned pale body, covered in delicious freckles and reddish hairs travelling all the way down to his throbbing member. What a show.

He climbed for the second time that day over my figure and when he got to the level of my face, I decided that before anything else, I would have to taste him, my thoughts driven by my burning lust. I took him from his shoulders, switching our positions, causing his head to collide with the table and blocking him with my thighs, my wetness now pooling on his lower stomach, just above his crotch.

«My turn, you had your fun Kestis»

Whiteout giving him the time to protest, I descended over his body, leaving a trace of warm bites from his neck till the lowest part of his abandonment, making him squirm at every touch. I felt like my blood was boiling even more, raising my temperature once again.

I softly bit the flushed skin of his cock, before opening my watery mouth and taking as much as I could from his size. My boiling mouth, working in sinuous movements around his member, made him let out a low groan, overwhelmed by the sensation.

«If o-only I could’ve shut you up before like this, mhm. So pretty. So good.» he stated bringing his hands over his face moaning, lifting his hips up a little, causing me to pleasantly choke on him.

Hence, he moved one of his hands on my head, encouraging me to go deep, to move faster, increasing his excitement. From now on, I wouldn’t have ever again protested to remain silent.

Then, he lifted my head from him, a hand taking me from my chin, cleaning once more my lips, but not from blood this time.

«Nobody here wants me to come in your mouth, let’s be honest» he asserted and it was almost as if my rut snapped me out of my state, remembering what I truly want and need.

All I wanted was being filled, till I couldn’t take it anymore, filling me with pleasure and relief from the unbearable heat that has been consuming my body.

«Please» I pleaded softly, biting my lower lip between my teeth, desperation adorning my words.

Cal lifted me from my stance, sitting up and swinging my legs around his lap, my core just in front of his.

«You are beautiful, you have always been amazing, even if I thought you hated me» he spoke softly, caressing with one hand my face, removing some of the hairs sticking over it, whilst, with the other one, he held my waist firmly.

«I am sorry, I was just trying to be professional» I confessed lowering my gaze. The sounds of our heartbeats were the only thing I could hear as our force signatures started to entangle.

«You were more annoying than professional» he chuckled, «And professional for who? Do I look professional? C’mon.»

«Mhm…annoying…just because I kept beating your ass Kestis»

I took his chin with one of my hands, as the other gripped at the nape of his neck, his Adam’s apple rising as I bit again into his neck, making him breathe heavily.

«So annoying…» he moaned, «Tell me what you need to make you feel better, I would do anything for you»

Our signatures overflowing into each other, make me see the stars and the kriffing galaxy, I said in his mind. He thankfully knew.

Without another thought, he laid my back again on the surface, as he towered over me.

Breathe in, breathe out.

His fierce mouth was on mine, filthy kissing me, catching restlessly my swollen lips and whimpering while doing so. His hand adorned my curves, clasping at the softness of my hips, gently moving one leg up, aligning himself at my entrance.

Locking our eyes, sharing one last breath, before his length entered me.

Instinctively, I rolled my eyes back as his thick member filled me completely. He was everywhere inside of me, his pleasure was mine and mine was his. The Force could reserve such unholy uses.

«See? Good girls get stretch real good» he muttered in a groan of pleasure.

The carnal desire was burning more now than ever.

As he moved inside of me, I arched my back and let out soft moans, whilst he was holding me tightly, growling at the nape of my neck. I clenched my walls around him as he hit every sweet spot just right. Every deep trust emanated a lustful indecent sound, skin against skin, clapping together, coiled by sweat and desire.

He was filling me divinely, but I needed it raw. Animalistic. As my rut intended.

But, without words, he knew that.

Cal flipped me over, grabbing onto my waist from behind, as he impaled himself without warning in one trust. His powerful thrusts sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through my entire being, and I felt the intensity of his emotions radiating through every cell in my body as he poured into me relentlessly. One of his hands reached for my neck, bringing him even more inside of me.

As our hearts synchronised, the combination of the raw act and our force signature fuelled his movements. the connection deepening with each powerful stroke.

Every noise, every sound of pleasure, filled the room, intoxicating our actions even more, the sound of our skin colliding acted as a frame, in this almost dazzling lust.

We both become lost in the heat of the moment, Cal blinded by my rut that I shared with him in the force.

His cock throbbed with excitement, eager to release its energy deep within my welcoming embrace. The redhead filled me up completely with his solid, pulsating presence. The sensation was invigorating, propelling both of us closer to the brink of euphoria.

«Close» I mumbled with the little strength left in me.

His muscles tensed, as I tightened around him, feeling my pleasure intensify as Cal’s arousal reached its peak.

With his last powerful strokes and the connection we shared in that moment, I saw the stars and the galaxy, feeling our bodies intensely tremble at the reach of our high, whilst gasping loudly.

He painted my inside white with his warm liquid, turning my body temperature back to normal.

Breathless, he fell onto my back, his nose brushed deliberately over my ear, with his member still inside of me.

Restored our normal heartbeats, he lifted the both of us from the table, guiding us to the sofa, where I sat on his lap, brushing some of his hair away as he did the same with me.

«I had no idea chiss had a mating cycle»

«Nobody knows, it’s embarrassing»

«It was fun in my opinion baby» he confessed before giving me a small caste kiss. The action, made me flush and smile unintentionally, which produced a soft laugh from the redhead.

«Fellow associate» I replied, hiding the smile.

«Don’t start again ple-»

«The cycle lasts a week» I said, cutting him off by placing one finger over his own swollen lips.

His eyes widened and a smile formed upon his face as I pressed my forehead on his, smiling, without control this time.

There was nothing he didn’t know now.

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Missing Parts

This was a request but lost it so hopefully the requester sees this 😁

Cal Kestis x Bot Tinker Reader

Summary: sometimes the metal parts aren't that entertaining but adding a few things can make it better

Warning: none

Yn/3rd person pov

The music was loud so loud it could be heard from my station that was the same level as the prison "it's so fucking loud" I grumbled pulling out my ear plugs even those didn't work to block out the noise.

I heard beeping from behind me so I turned looking over my shoulder to the small droid on the table the guards brought him in a few hours ago damaging him the process "hey little guy" I murmured putting down my tools and slowly walking to him with my hands up.

"I'm not here to hurt you ok" I murmured and he beeped nervously as he slowly crept towards me to the edge of the table "I'm sorry about the guards their morons" I whispered picking up his broken pieces "dd please go get me some tools so I can patch up our friend here" I said.

My own little Droid flew out its station beeping happily as it flew between us and my desk passing me all the needed tools "come on little guy time to patch you up" I murmured and started humming to myself my tools drowning out the sound of the nearing prisoner.

Cal dropped down behind the unaware girl and his eyebrows rose in confusion as he watched her with his light saber raised he leaned to the side watching her work with his little companion "drop the tools" he spoke startling her causing her to fling the star screw driver at him but if landed a few feet in front of him.

"Shit you scared me" I squeaked moving my hands to my heart feeling it race "easy I'm just here for the droid" he murmured gesturing to bd-1 I glanced between the two "oh yeah here I was just repairing him and did a tiny upgrade on his antenna" I smiled gently picking up the small bot and bringing him to his owner.

The man frowned as he took him "why" he asked his voice low I nervously rubbed the back of my neck "it's kinda the only entertainment I get around here I fix or make new bots from the pieces I get" I looked around the room the small bots I've made peaking out their hiding spots.

"I'm cal" the man said sticking out his hand and I gently shook it "yn" I smiled and giggled as a few of my bots rolled to me and stopped by my feet "geez you've made a lot of them" he said kneeling down causing a few of them to hide behind me I let out a shakey breathe "I've made alot more but they get taken for gambling" I sighed making him look up at me with sorrow but I could see an idea popped into his head "how are you with shis".

-Time skip-

I felt sorry for the creatures we were killing yes its their nature but their death is only for fun, I shot one of those frog things making it crash into the wall, a group of my small bots tazered the group of scazz "what is this" sorc tormo boomed and I looked up at him confused intill a ship crashed into the area.

My smile widened as I recognized the ship "bloody greez" I murmured quickly gathering up my bots and following cal onto the ship "I will find you" sorc's voice faded as the door closed and the ship shook as it flew off "greez, cere" cal called as he rushed into the cock pit of the ship and I was slow to follow.

"I'm glad to see yo- yn" greez stopped mid sentence his eyes widening, "sup greez missed me" cal looked between the two of us surprised "glad to see you looking after my ship" I mused making him huff like a child "you own 50% of it not all of it" he muttered a few curse words turning his gaze back to flying.

"I'm cere now tell me what's this about you owning the ship" the lady spoke her eyes never leaving mine I laughed shaking my head "I won a lot of things from gambling that's also how I ended up in sorc's prison just on his good side" I paused "and that's how I met greez and he quickly lost all his belongings except the ship" I smiled.

Greez grumbled "wasn't my fault I was drunk" cere looked at him surprised "but why only 50%" cal asked crossing his arms his gaze on my I felt flustered under his gaze "I felt sorry for him" I laughed making cere laugh to "well I bet I can win it back" greez muttered putting the ship into hyper drive, cere lightly smacked the back of his head making him hiss

"so you can lose the rest of it I think not".

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[findmeinasunshower]

𝐵𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓃𝑜 𝒟𝒶𝓌𝓃𝓈: 𝒞𝒶𝓁 𝒦𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓈

word-count: 1.1k

one-shot, fluff

warnings: sleep issues

Sitting in the grass on Bogano, you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes. The shift in the light beyond your eyelids tells you that the sun is rising, but the feeling of delicate blades of grass brushing your arms and the sound of boglings playing in the crisp early morning light is enough stimulation for you at the moment.

You still don’t open your eyes even when the sound of footsteps on the ramp meets your ears. Or when you hear boots walking toward you through the grass, and sense a warm body settle down next to you.

Cal doesn’t speak, but you feel his support even without seeing him. That feeling is what finally makes you open your eyes.

You expect to be met with the harsh light of the newly risen sun in front of you, and are surprised to see that it’s still below the horizon. The sky is painted a deep purple, with streaks of gold indicating the oncoming sun. And the grass dances in the breeze like a swaying sea, with the white stone of the ruins glowing purple in the semi-darkness.

Finally, you look at Cal. He’s staring straight ahead at the incoming dawn, completely relaxed with one arm propped up on his knee. For once, BD-1 isn’t accompanying him on his shoulder.

You open your mouth to greet him, but Cal beats you to it:

“It was always raining on Bracca,” he says. Even though you were expecting it, the sound of his voice jars you slightly. A small smile turns up the corner of his mouth. “I’m still getting used to not being wet all the time. And the sight of a sun. And the feel of wind that doesn’t immediately make me freezing.”

“And boglings playing in the field,” you add playfully.

Cal chuckles and turns his head to look at you. His gaze sobers. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Your eyes drop from his as your smile fades. “No.”

“You haven’t been sleeping well lately at all,” he observes. Your surprise must show on your face because Cal smiles innocently and shrugs. “Jedi, remember?”

You breathe out a cautious laugh. “Yeah.”

“So why do you come out here?”

His question makes you think. If you’re being honest, you’ve never really thought about why you venture out here when you can’t sleep. Maybe it’s a reason you don’t want to think about. But, you trust Cal. More than anyone or anything.

You look back toward the horizon; the sky is magenta now. “I’ve never seen a dawn,” you admit. “My planet was lucky in the Outer Rim. I used to sleep in, not look outside until the sun had risen. But then when the Empire found us, everything changed.

“I’ve only remembered recently that my mother would go out and watch every dawn. Every goddamn one. So even when I come out here and I can’t sleep, I can’t bring myself to watch a dawn. I just close my eyes and I...I feel it, and I just feel...peace, you know?”

A long pause passes between you before Cal responds.

“You know, now that I think about it...I’ve never seen a sunrise either.”

You look at him skeptically. “Really?”

Cal does that adorable little shrug again. “Master Tapal liked to get me up early for training, but we were on a ship. When I looked out a window, it was nothing but black and stars.” He smiles softly and gently bumps you with his shoulder. “How about we watch this one together?”

Despite your heavy heart, you can’t help the bashful smile that spreads across your cheeks. “I’d love that.”

Cal grins and when he looks back ahead, you take a moment to observe him.

You’ve seen this boy angry. You’ve seen him cocky. You’ve seen him lose hope after clawing his way out of whatever pit he’s been dropped in. But you’ve never seen him as content as he is now, lounging next to you in the Bogano mud.

Even facing away from you, you can still see the weight behind his green eyes. Cal’s been through so much, even more than you, and yet most of the time he’s the one reassuring you when things go sideways. Despite everything, after backsliding into hopelessness and hatred, he consistently sticks to his own beliefs. And even when it’s you comforting him, when it seems like the entire galaxy is trying to beat him down, he never truly gives up.

That takes a monumental amount of energy for anyone, let alone a Psychometric Jedi who’s experienced as much trauma as he has.

Your eyes travel down to the long scar across his nose, then to the one lining his jaw. "Hey Cal?”

“Hm?”

You reach out and trace your finger gently across his jawbone. “How did you get this?”

“The scar? A blaster during the Purge.”

You tap your nose gently and point at him. “What about this one?”

Cal laughs. “A rigging job on Bracca. A cable came back and snapped me across the face. Hurt like a mother, but it comes with the territory.”

“Bullshit, ‘It comes with the territory,’” you laugh. “You’re just too reckless for your own damn good.”

Cal smiles smugly and lays back in the grass. “I prefer the word ‘tenacious.’”

You roll your eyes and lay down next to him, propping yourself on your elbow. “Oh, please.” You lean in closer for a better look at his perfect imperfections. “What about this one?” you ask, feathering your fingers below his right ear.”

“Prauf got me with his Blow Burner.”

“Yikes. Is that where the one hidden in your hair came from too?”

Cal laughs. “Oh yeah. I was half-hairless for weeks, it was awful.”

“Yeah, I’m sure none of the ladies wanted you.” You let your hand wander to his neck. “What about—”

You gasp quietly when Cal’s hand reaches up and traps yours against his chest. His eyes are unreadable as he curls his fingers around yours, unintentionally pulling you in closer. “(y/n)...am I misreading this situation?”

You bite your lip thoughtfully and lean in close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. “I don’t think so,” you whisper. “Am I?”

You think you hear him breathe out a “no” before he lifts up and closes the distance between you. He stops for just a moment before brushing his lips against yours hesitantly, and you let out a soft whimper before kissing him back, drawing a nearly inaudible groan out of him. You feel his heart racing beneath your joined hands.

You don’t know how long you stay there, draped across Cal’s chest kissing him unhurriedly, but at some point through the haze of content, Cal pulls away. “(y/n).”

“Hm?”

He smiles against your lips. “The sun has risen.”

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[spacesurfing]

Defintion of Home

Cal Kestis x Reader

(Chapter Four of Definition)

Summary: Definition of Home: the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or a household.

Warnings: none!

•--•

You'd had few nightmares before, as you learned were caused by stress or traumatic events. Endless tunnels where your mom's voice would echo through the cave walls, bounce off every ceiling and every floor to torment you. Others showed you a home, but you could never step inside the door, as every step you took pulled you back a yard.

Tonights was more... sorrowful than scary. Waking up on the sectional, you had found the main room, one where you found comfort in, one that welcomed you instead of bored you. But you heard it, all around you. Your mom's laugh, the eerie noise of a generator shutting off. TeeZee's voice, which had never scared you before. You had clamped your hands over your ears, but the gaps of your fingers began to deepen, splitting your hands into the mere skeletal form they were so the noise could seep through the cracks.

It was all around you. Laugh. Generator, TeeZee. Chess. Chess. Laugh. Shut down. Emergency power. Lights blared, though it was darker than it had ever been. Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.

You bolted awake, your chest heaving with the consternation of the nightmare. A cold sweat had pushed it's way through your skin and darkly contrasted with the way your blood felt rushing through you. You around. Where were you?

Your eyes adjusted to the dark of the room, allowing you to see exactly where you ended up. You were sat next to Cal's bunk while he was, what you presumed, asleep. Your breaths deepened as you realized you were... what would be the correct word?

Definition of home: the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or a household.

Was home the word?

"Are you alright?"

Cal's voice startled you, making your hands shake with the freshness of a dream gone bad. You looked over to see his eyes open, finding yours in the pitch black.

"Yeah- yeah I'm fine. How did I.. why am I here?" you asked, confused to why you were sitting next to his sleeping form.

He moved onto his side, getting an easier look at you while you still rested by his waist.

"You said you didn't wanna be alone, so when you fell asleep, I tried to put to up here and sleep where you are now. But, you wouldn't let me," he poked fun at you, a smile spreading it's way across his lips.

Embarrassment rubbed against you in a way you hated. At least you knew how to feel embarrassed.

"What was it about? The nightmare," he asked, gentle as a thousand falling feathers hitting your skin. His voice made the noises feel far away, like you'd never heard them before. But they had happened. And they haunted the caverns of your mind like parasites.

"My mom. And TeeZee. It was so dark and.. I was alone- they were everywhere, but I was alone-"

Cal perked up and grabbed your hands, "Hey, hey."

You hadn't even realized the toying your fingers were doing and the shaking that racked your bones. You felt your ears burn, and your breath was heavy in your lungs.

Cal raised his voice with the call of your name, "Please, look at me."

You met the eyes of the gentle soul who held you together like a tower of blocks, threatening to spill out on the ground. But he held it together; held you together. He was the most stable person you knew.

"Everything will be okay, I just need you to breathe," he whispered, rubbing his thumbs into the palms of your hands with a softness you'd never felt.

You grasped his hands in yours and took slow, deep breaths. In. Cal's eyelashes fluttered against his pale skin as he watched you. Out. The bunk creaked as Cal shifted his weight. In. You found yourself still holding onto his hand, though you didn't need him as an anchor anymore. Out. You found yourself staring back at him, and his eyes that were so... what was the word?

You waited. For the sound of TeeZee telling you the definition. TeeZee? Did you lose him? Did you lose that voice inside of your head.

Definition of no: used to give a negative response.

Okay. No, you didn't. Then what was the word? You mentally scoffed at the droid.

"Can I-" you spoke up, looking at the bunk and back to Cal's eyes. You didn't know what you were asking, but you knew you couldn't sleep on your own like that.

For a second, you were sure that Cal was just as lost as you, till his body shifted itself till his back hit the wall, hair falling into his face in the process. His one hand had let go of yours, but the other which you still held onto pulled back with a firm grasp. You lifted yourself up on your knees before awkwardly crawling onto the less-than-comfortable foam that covered the cold metal. It felt nice after having slept sitting up, and you would take advantage of that.

Cal refused to let his fingers fall loose around your hand, but he laid there tense, with his shoulders squared. He looked the complete opposite of relaxed, watching you with sharp sight in the night. There was a soft glow somewhere to your back, shining a faint light onto his lower arm, but you were too captivated in his gaze to truly feed into curiosity.

Definition of uncomfortable: causing or feeling slight pain or physical discomfort.

"Are you... are you uncomfortable in this position?" you asked, giving no second thought to the words leaving your lips. You had noticed certain patterns that surfaced from co-existing near other humans;

You became more impulsive with the words coming out of your mouth.

His eyes widened, showcasing the green encircling his pupils like halos. Your index fingers absentmindedly ran up and down his knuckle. Maybe it was the temperature that made Cal's' face turn a darker shade, though, you felt fine with a simple sweater on. Perhaps he wasn't as cold as you felt.

His leg bent a little, shifting his arm before he spoke, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. It's... uh, it's a tight space on this bunk."

A response to his statement didn't come to you, you didn't exactly understand why that would have made you uncomfortable. Of course you knew it was a tight space, if you didn't like it, you wouldn't have asked to be next to him. Your brain didn't click at his reasonings, so in a silent response, you scooted yourself closer to him. Close enough to feel his breath on your forehead.

Then you realized why that might have made you uncomfortable. You weren't, but the way his knee pressed to your thigh, and the way his hand holding yours disconnected on instinct to make home on your waist.

Or it was the way that your body screamed when you looked up to see how full his lips were. How the short distance made eye connection so much more... warm. Your body rushed with sparks from where his hand held your waist, and the way oxygen flushed itself from your body when your hand pressed to his chest, felt the dip in the middle and the warmth radiating through his shirt. Your legs wanted to melt like wax, but instead, his ankle wrapped around yours to bring your thigh to rest between his.

"I do not feel uncomfortable," you whispered, and you could see the way he reddened more from your close proximity. Were you as red as him with your blood having pushed against your cheeks and ears.

Like you before, Cal Kestis didn't response. Instead, he acted, allowing his hand to pull you closed to his body. Your leg was trapped between his, and both your arms moved to wrap around his waist, discovering how soft it was. You didn't know how much better you could feel from holding Cal. Though, you would say he was more of holding you, his stronger arms pressing your chest to his, palms flat to your shoulders and his mouth pressed into your hair.

Cal had you in his arms. He was holding you, and your body reacted with such wild feeling, like a thousand butterflies caged in your stomach were now rising for a revolution, tickling the inside of your stomach. And it pushed heat through your skin, till your felt you would sweat. You could smell him, the sent of wooded areas, the scent of somewhere so domestic it hurt you. Domestic.

Definition of home: the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or a household.

Definition of home: the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or a hou-

The voice of TeeZee overwhelmed you till you took a deep breath and let it out heavily against Cal's chest. He must have felt you shudder against him because he whispered into your head, "You're safe here. I'll keep you safe."

You eyes burned, and like you felt under the desk a few days ago, you started to shake. Your breathing went stiff and cold, and your eyes seemed to overflow. Tears fell from your closed eyelids, dripping down to curl at your ear and fall to the mattress. Other tears were absorbed into Cal's shirt. Your fingers gripped the same shirt wiping your tears, holding it, yet your palms pressed against his back to keep him close.

Definition of crying: the shedding of tears; weeping.

You caught your breath as a noise escaped your throat, the sound of a quiet cry that you felt yourself make too many times. It brought you back to days after your mother left, days where your body shook, and your face was wet, and your eyes always felt too warm. Days were stray hairs clung to your cheeks, the moisture holding the untamed strands captive.

Cal's hand rubbed over your spine.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

"You're okay, everything is okay. You're not alone anymore," Cal whispered, and it almost felt like his words struck you harder, made your body wrack with sobs harder. You spoke his name into his chest and his reacted with a, "Hey."

You didn't even know why you said it, but you repeated yourself with a high shaky voice. He seemed to understand how lost you felt, because he tangled a hand in your hair and allowed his fingertips to rub at the roots.

Your body felt heavy, exhaustion taking you the more you cried. You kept losing yourself in the smell of him, like the tears allowed his scent to invade your senses faster. Like an addiction, you allowed him to keep you stable, finding a comfort you had never felt, right there in his hold. And somewhere in the tangle of Cal's arms, you fell asleep with the last tear.

•--•

Waking up seemed like the end of dream, one that was so good you wished you could be sucked into it till the delusion became a reality to you. But the dream that was falling asleep in Cal's arms left you waking to the faint warmth of where he laid. You could almost still feel his fingertips rubbing into your scalp.

You laid there, on your side like when you had fallen asleep, and wondered if you could've returned the gesture had he slept in longer. It was something that lingered in your mind, like the same moment when you rushed up the ladder at the sound of his boots against the durasteel floor. The way he pressed you against him left the same feeling of pure joy.

You felt the muscles of your cheeks flicker again, lips pulling back to show your teeth. Rolling over onto your back, you scanned the back room. BD was dormant on Cal's workbench, a light flickering on the circular stand underneath him.

A strong urge to find the often pink-cheeked ginger surged through you as the smile on your face kept it's place seated there. You threw your legs over the side of the cot and stood up fast. Well, maybe too fast. A hand was quick to hold your head as a sudden dizziness took you over. After it washed over, you were quick to make your way into the main room.

There you were greeted to the smell of cooked food and the sight of-

Definition of home: the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or a household.

Your eyes locked with Cal's the moment TeeZee spoke up and it pushed color to your face with the same twisting, embarrassed feeling that you had seemed to feel more and more every day. He brought a hand to his face in order to push hair behind his ear, returning the smile that was still stuck to your face.

"What's got you all happy?" Cere asked, taking a noisy sip from a grey mug, steaming from the interior.

Your eyes shot to her, giving the ex-Jedi a good stare down, "I slept well."

Through her comment, your face fell and your smile, which had created a new air to the room, fled. You turned to inspect the counter, seeing a few bowls filled with what you presumed was oatmeal and various berries in the mix.

Before you could open your mouth to ask questions about breakfast, Greez was shoving at your back to sit down. You stumbled going down the stairs with his force accompanying you, but successfully at down next to Cal.

Curling your legs into a crisscross sit, you suddenly became aware of his presence. Yet, you ignored it on instinct, looking down at the way your index finger picked at the groove between your nail and finger, the thumb on your opposite hand being the victim to the habit you had picked up.

Your had lifted at the call of your name coming from Cere's mouth.

"We're getting low here, I think you should go with Cal on a supply run," she suggested, glancing over at Cal when speaking his name.

You tilted your head, "Which planet?"

"Trogan, that's where we've been going. Easy to get around unquestioned when everyone there is sight-seeing anyways."

Cere flashed a smile with her words and you found yourself giving the ghost of one back. Though, through the way your muscles twitch into a content smile, she still saw it. Raising the mug back to her mouth, she took another sip of the hot drink.

Taking a scan of the room, nothing big had changed. You were used to everything being in the same spot as where you'd taken it from, in the same exact position. It was something you grew a habit out of, and there was nobody to tell you that nothing needed to be returned just as it was. Just looking around a room such as the main lounge of The Mantis, you noticed little things that had shifted such as a blanket that Cere had set out the day before for you, it was slightly unfolded and hanging off the edge of the cushion. The cooking mittens that Greez had used yesterday lay strew on the counter-top, not a single living-being making an effort to slip them back into the drawer they were pulled from.

In a way, it comforted you. It didn't make you feel as frustrated as you thought it would, but it made you feel comfortable. Comfortable in the knowledge that you were learning. You were learning to drop these habits that made you the same as TeeZee and H6; robotic in nature.

•--•

You smoothed out the poncho Cal had handed to you the first day you stepped foot on the Mantis, feeling the rough material tickle your palms. Cere had excitedly played with your hair, styling it in a way you felt comfortable.

It still took some getting used to looking in the mirror, but the more you saw yourself, the more the thought of your mom made your stomach lurch.

You didn't look like her. Maybe you had her nose, or even a curve of her face, but you looked nothing like the woman you had pictured yourself as.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you found Cal sitting on the sectional with his elbows planted on his bent knees. His head turned in your direction the moment that he heard your boots against the floor of the ship. With one hand, he pushed back hair that had fallen into his face and stood up from the cushion.

"Do you reckon someone will recognize you?" you asked.

The question got a shrug of shoulders from Cal, "Nobody has so far, why?"

"Well, I read up on Trogan and, like Cere had said, tourists find it very interesting. But wouldn't that mean that the Empire also could find such a planet interesting?"

You didn't tell a joke or say anything explicitly kind, but Cal's smile grew into a grin the more you spoke. You felt the, now familiar, heat rise to your face, looking down at yourself to make sure that his reaction hadn't come from your physical appearance.

"You're smiling," you observed, giving him a pointed look.

It only seemed to encourage the growth of his smile into something he turned away to hide. And with the turning came his ignorance of your statement. Of course, confusion wracked your brain and you tried to find Cere in the room to ask her what his behavior was about, but she was nowhere to be seen. It must be odd living with sentients at all times, never knowing where they'd be the next second. With droids, it was almost predictable - few spots they took a liking to if they weren't right where they had been the last you spoke to them.

Cal picked something off the couch near the holo-table displaying various planets. A black bag that he slung over his shoulder and onto his back, and a brown satchel with a large lip, a latch in the center. Next to the latch was two pockets, both buttoned.

Cal was about to pull it up across his body before you interrupted his actions. "Can I carry it?" you asked, eyes meeting his, which had flickered over to where you were still standing.

"You sure? I usually carry both."

Nodding, you made your way to him, picking it off his shoulder. Your knuckles tickled the tips of his shirt and finger-tips seemed to flick at his head when taking it back over. It was lighter than you imagined it would be, throwing the strap of it over your head and allowing it to rely on your shoulder for stability.

Ready to exit the ship, you started towards the entrance. But, Cal stopped you immediately, slipping a hand between your arm and side, grabbing you at the elbow. You halted abruptly, turning.

"Listen, there are some things we need to talk about before we leave," he said with assertively, "I want you to keep with me, the markets can get crowded. If you lose me, stay right where you are - do not leave to find the ship or me unless you really feel like I won't come. Do not, and I mean, do not follow strangers, don't take anything from a shop or a stand without asking me first. I know you're smart, but it's my job to protect you."

Definition of protect: keep safe from harm or injury.

Your heart jumped, nodding, "I agree."

"Do you promise?" he pushed.

Your eyebrows knit together at his choice of words. Promise? Radio silence could almost be heard form TeeZee.

"What does promise mean?" you asked. Cal's features softened the same way they did every time you asked a question that seemed to strike him. Though, you had no idea why a question such as this one would.

He thought for a moment before replying, "It's something you say when you want someone to know that you will keep your word. I promise I will protect you, that means that I will always try to protect you, you never have to worry that I won't. I want you to promise me you will do what I said."

You returned his touch by reaching out to hold his arm as well, "I promise you, Cal Kestis, that I will do what you said."

•--•

I forgot how admirable a town could be. Houses lined the streets of Trogan, people walking around with smiles and bags, either empty or stuffed. Kids ran through the streets with laughter, barefoot without worry. Was everything this happy? Did the world have this much light? Were we ever meant to live in space ships which put a shadow over our lives?

"Is everything like it is here?" you asked Cal. He held your wrist with a firm grip, guiding you next to him. Though, he must've been convinced you could slip away at any given moment, because his fingers never relaxed.

His hair shifted at the turn of his head, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, is everything this happy? You mentioned an Empire in an... unpleasant light. Is everything as happy as it is here?"

His head returned to it's straightened state, looking out at the streets with faint music playing from speakers, flowers twisted in young women's hair, shared kisses and hugs along the brick streets. The winds danced with the people in a way almost choreographed, loose clothing moving against the forms and hair floated at the delicate blows. Maybe Cal had never stopped and looked around, never realized that everything was as alive as you'd ever seen. You had first thought The Mantis was the most lively place in the galaxy.

You were proven wrong.

His jaw tensed, then relaxed, "No, not everything is the same in the galaxy. There are planets where everyone is cold, and miserable. Planets I hope you never have to see."

A response didn't come to you, so you let the conversation be sucked into the direction of the winds. Ahead of you was the market, where more people were stationed and more feet walked. Fruit and clothes, various types of food and countless bags which had been hand-crafted by the owner of the small shack set up. There were candles and jewelry, toys and desserts. Everything you could think of was there, but Cal stopped you.

"Listen, I'm gonna take a walk through first before I bring you in. Stay here for a little, okay?" he asked, body so close to yours you felt the same heat he radiated last night when he held you.

You nodded, fingertips reaching up to feather across his skin as he dropped your wrist. Watching him turn and walk off into the market with long strides had you finding something other than him to ease your mind.

Along a stone wall behind you were few posters, taped up or pinned, some ripped and worn from the weather, and others in crisp condition. The curious fingers of your hand traced along the poster in front of you. It had Wanted in bold letters, a photo of a man with dark dreads and a golden line that wrapped over his nose and continued over his cheeks till it disappeared into his hair. He looked powerful, and from the front profile, you inquired he was wearing robes.

Quinlan Vos. Maybe Cal would know him.

You skipped over that poster and onto the next, a simple festival poster that seemed to have expired over a month ago, the edges tattered and the times illegible.

Trailing the stone wall, you found pleasure in the things people printed about, finding only more and more questions that needed to be asked, things you had to know. Why did that man have a bounty on his head? What was a yard sale? Who was the masked man who was on the poster supporting the empire? Who was this person beckoning people here, happy people, to enlist? What were credits and how did one acquire them? What is... "marriage?"

Continuing on, you watched two women walking together - a togruta and a human. The togruta, smaller than the human, wore a large smile as they walked, telling a story that must've meant the galaxy to her. And the human female smiled down at her, eyes seeming to glow in her gaze. Your eyes trailed to where their hands were connected. What were they? Were they friends? Family? What was the word you were missing, the one that rested on the tip of your tongue when you wondered what your parents were. The word together felt too... broad.

But, you dropped the thought even if it would plague you in the later hours of the night, turning back towards the variety of posters.

Then there was a poster that forced your heart to drop. A poster that you wished had looked like your mother, but instead it looked like you. Small, with a toothless grin, front teeth missing and a bow in your hair, there was the little girl that had been left on The Hysteria. There was the little girl you had partly seen in the mirror, because she looked exactly like you.

Your breath seemed to close off, like your lungs were refusing you enough air for what you were supposed to be allowed. You realized it quickly, the panic that was unfurling through your body and the invisible force clutching at your ribs, trying to pry them open.

Instinctively, your arm reached for the poster, snatched the part of the paper that read your name and pressed it to your chest. You didn't care for that information now, you didn't want to know who you were supposed to be, you only wanted that paper. No, not wanted, you needed it.

Folding it with more caution, you let the paper fall into fluffy squares, allowing the fragile paper to take a rest from the way you grabbed it with such hostility. Opening one of the front pockets of the satchel, you tucked it in there and latched it before turning on your heels. Not too far off, you watched Cal give a twice-over of the market before jogging his way back to you.

"All clear," he said with a huff.

You looked up at him after he stopped himself fully from his motions, giving a forced smile. And it was the largest one you had ever dealt.

•--•

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[tofudevil]

A/N: This will be my first writing on a new account, I wanted a new start and to try new things out! I’ve recently got back into Star Wars so I’m giving some love to sweet boy Cal. I hope you enjoy! :)

Cal Kestis x GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff? small spoilers

Mundane

It wasn’t everyday that you got a chance to just sit back and relax, but then again today wasn’t every other day. The Mantis landed on a rather mundane planet, peaceful and quiet. The planet was mostly forest but had an abundance of lakes. It’s been a few months since Cal destroyed the holocrum, and you and the rest of The Mantis crew have been on the run from the Empire.

You were currently relaxing against a tree overlooking a lake, you could hear murmurs in the background probably from Cere and Greez. The landing on the planet hadn’t exactly gone smoothly and the Mantis payed the price. So you’re stuck on the planet until Greez and Cal can fix the ship.

Lost in thought you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching you or the soft beeping that grew until you heard a snap of a twig and a tap on the shoulder. Looking up you see a head full of defined red hair: Cal’s hair, you always loved playing with it while he tinkered away on some new mod for BD-1.

“Can i sit?” Cal asked, BD-1 whistled lightly and moved in between your legs. “Sure I think some company would be nice”, you would always accept Cal’s company because it’s rare for you to get the chance to sit down and have a real conversation with the Jedi. Cal always too busy exploring with BD-1 to sit still unless it was to sleep or meditate.

“This planet is pretty boring, BD and I tired to look around but it’s all just trees.” BD-1 beeped loudly, saying who knows what. “Well, Cere wanted to land here so we can lay low for a little while.”

“I know but she could have picked a more lively planet.” Cal said motioning his hand around. “That was sorta the point silly, besides it’s really not that bad. It’s actually kinda nice, you should relax a bit!” You say patting BD on the head. “That’s easier said then done.”

a welcomed silence took over the conversation and you glanced over at Cal only to see him staring straight back at you. “What?” You asked glancing away “Nothing…it’s just you look really peaceful.” Cal said slightly bashful. “It’s pretty rare to find time to unwind with the being hunted and all. Here I feel at ease, more so now that you’re here.” You nudge his arm with yours.

He chuckles and grabs your hand placing a soft kiss to your knuckles. You loved these little moments with him, where it felt like it was just you and him and you didn’t have to hide or you weren’t being chased after.

Smiling, Cal said “I’m glad I got to meet you and that you were there for me when I was struggling with my connection with the force.”

He was right, you had been there since the day Cere, Greez, and you saved him from Bracca. Your relationship developed pretty quickly but it never felt rushed. “Why are being so mushy? Did you realize how much you love me?” you mutter jokingly and laid your head down on his shoulder. “Well yes, but sitting still makes me think and I realized I never said thank you.” He said putting his head on yours.

“You don’t need to say thank you because it wasn’t just my duty as your friend but I genuinely wanted to be there for you because I loved you since the first time we met.” You say giggling.

“Me too.” Quietness fell back over the forest, no long could you hear the voices of Greez and Cere as they most likely went back into the ship. It was day unlike many others but it was a nice change of pace for both you and Cal, mundane even.

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[fluffshisuga]

Force Echo <Cal Kestis>

I lied about more Obi-Wan fics, here's Calzone instead

Based off of this post by @bringbackbensolo about if Cal could sense force echoes with the reader's scars but I accidently made it more angsty. I start college on Wednesday.....its Monday. I'm panicking now that I realize that I only have two days left.

Warnings: Trauma, angst, mentions of death and violence, descriptions of death and violence, burns, order 66 im sorry but its plot, maybe Kenobi spoiler, mentions a scene from it. Anakin is here tho! Hes the trauma tho. theres fluff. Happy ending? Yes. Enjoy a solid 2081 words.

Blasts rang out through the trees of Kashyyyk, sending tree bark flying past you as you blocked yet another shot from the troopers ahead. Your arms burned in overuse and hot rays from the troopers as you held your saber in front of you. You heard BD-1 beep as he tried to override a door panel and Cal grunt as he fended off a heavy assault trooper. Knowing that you couldn’t just stand and block every blast sent your way, you sprinted forward towards the group of troopers. Cal shouted your name from behind you but he was quickly cut off as his opponent swung another heavy hit against his saber.

   You quickly ran through the trees and cut your way through the enemy, swinging your blade through the middle of one, throwing it through the head of another, and using the force to toss one off the edge you were standing on. With one left you steadied yourself and held a defensive position, waiting to see what their next move was. The helmet hid his face, but you could hear the panic in his voice, and he desperately looked around at his fallen comrades. His words were incoherent as you spun your saber towards him, slicing a diagonal cut across his front. He groaned in pain and fell at your feet; never moving again. You felt relieved as you looked around at the once arial ranged assault team, knowing it was one less danger that you would have to face. In the distance, you see Cal deal the final blow to his own enemy and run a shaky hand through his red locks. You smiled to yourself as the area was now safe for your party to take a short breather.

There was a static sound behind you, just barely faint to your ears. You turned and walked over to the trooper you had taken out last and knelt beside him. His coms were still on, and you could hear voices on the other end calling for a report. You continued to listen to the transmission, hoping to gather some intel on your enemy and get the upper hand on the Second Sister. You didn’t hear the footsteps come up behind you, nor did you hear Cal running toward your direction yelling for your attention and taking his saber out. Too late, you noticed, you turned around only to be struck by an electro staffed trooper. Electricity coursed through your veins from your neck where the initial contact was, sending you fully to the ground in pain.

The sound of grunting could be heard above you as you lolled your head into the dirt, stunned. Cal desperately hovered over you as he blocked incoming hits from the new trooper, only finding seconds between each swing to deal some of his own damage. One swing nearly hit your unmoving form, sending a new surge of energy and anger through Cal as he took a strong swing that cut through the middle of the trooper, sending him to the ground. Cal quickly hurried back to you and turned you over and checking for your pulse. A sigh of relief left his lips, and he was met with a groan and heartbeat, watching with wide eyes as you scrunched your nose in pain. “Well, that hurt.” You said lightheartedly, holding the side of your neck as you tried to sit up. “I would be surprised if it didn’t to tell you the truth, you looked like you died!” Cal panicked, stopping you from getting up and insisting that he carry you back to where BD-1 was.

Back at the door, BD finally got control and beeped happily. He ran up to the two of you as Cal gently sat you down on the ground and took a stim canister from BD. You hissed as it contacted your shoulder and flinched away. “I don’t need that, Cal. I just need to walk it off or something like that.” You stated, placing your hand onto the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Cal raised an eyebrow and shuffled closer. “Stims don’t hurt when you use them. I Just need to move your collar a bit and it will be done in seconds.” He tried to reason with you, but you only shook your head. You had always been timid when things got too close to your heard and neck, but you had never acted this way with something so small as a stim. Even with bigger wounds and on the verge of collapse you used stims, and even urged Cal to use them even if he wasn’t dangerously hurt.

“Y/n, please. I need to make sure you’re ok.” Cal pleaded, his green eyes shimmering with worry and panic. He felt a strong pull, unsure if it was instinct to keep you safe or something else, but his heart swelled when you finally nodded you head reluctantly and moved your arm out of its sleeve and through the top of your shirt, revealing your collarbone and exposed neck. You could hear Cal take a breath as he looked over your exposed skin; red and scarred. Cal didn’t want to pry into the long scar that ran from your neck down past your collar bone, and gently injected the stim into your skin, watching as your previous wounds faded away. All that was left was the scar; long and deep. It looked old, it didn’t heal too well, and it looked oddly like the stone he had practiced his slashes on. He felt the force draw him to it; knowing there was an echo just waiting to be heard, and he lightly brushed over it.

His sense were flooded instantly, the sounds of screaming and lightsabers clashing filling his ears. He heard you, your voice young as it yelled out for you master to hurry. He heard a woman call your name and the clash of sabers sounded as if it was right there with him. He heard a voice he had heard when he was a padawan; he remembered a conversation he had with the individual once. He heard that voice now, calling out to you. “Y/n! Come out!” The voice yelled, and Cal heard your gasp and yells of pain. Your scream chilled him to his core, he could feel the pain and fear. He heard your master once again, and the clash of sabers as she yelled for you to run. He could hear your gasps of pain and fatigue as you ran away, only to yell out once again as the voice sounded in his right ear. “There is no escape, y/n.” It said, and he felt a searing pain in his neck and collar as he heard your screams of pain again. And in a moment, it was over. Cal looked around dazed and panicked as he looked at you. He saw your own expression mimic his as your eyes widened in fear.

“W-what was that-“ Cal said breathlessly. His hand went up to his own neck as he felt for something that was not there on him, but on you. You stared into his eyes for a moment and looked down, muttering. “I didn’t know you could sense echoes from scars.” You were quiet as you brought your legs up to your body and hugged them. Cal didn’t know what to do; he didn’t know if he should even ask. All he could do was sit beside you and wait for you. “I won’t force you, but… I could only hear what happened.” He said quietly as you nodded. Another moment of silence sounded between the two of you as you collected your thoughts.

“Where were you, when everything changed?” You asked quietly, keeping your eyes glued to the ground. Cal knew what you were talking about, it was something that stayed in his mind all the time. “With my master.” You knew that, of course. Cal had told you the whole story; his master’s death, the crash, everything. You nodded in response. “I was with my master too. We were at the temple.” Your memories haunted you as you recalled the series of events.

You had run ahead of your master, skidding around corners as you desperately tried to find a way out. Your master was close behind you, blocking incoming fire from the turned clones. You turned into what you thought was an empty room, only to come face to face with the bodies of younglings and fellow padawans. At the center of it all was a cloaked figure, and you gasped in horror as you realized your mistake in direction. You master ran up behind you, a small gasp leaving her lips as well as she looked around. Tears welled in your eyes as you recognized faces of your friends, and your hands shook. The figure had heard you enter the room and turned around to face you, lightsaber in hand. “I’ve been waiting.” He said, the voice of Anakin Skywalker tainted with venom. Your eyes widened in horror as the fated prophet made his way over to you and raised his saber. You quickly dodged out of the way, your master moving in the opposite direction. You noticed that he wasn’t interested in your master as he continued to go after you, swinging his saber as you desperately tried to block. Your master yelled from behind him, calling for you. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you found yourself cornered, unable to run and not strong enough to block every attack. You watched in horror as he raised his saber and swung, his saber cutting through your hair and burning into your neck. You saw the anger on his face when he was unable to finish you off, turning around to see your master, hand outstretched as she used to force. “RUN!” She yelled, going into the offence, and striking at Anakin. You held your hand up to your burning flesh, the smell and pain enough to make you pass out. “Come out, y/n!” Anakin yelled. You didn’t get far, though, when you felt yourself running in place as Anakin used his own force to stop you. “There is no escape, y/n.” He whispered into your ear. Once again, he took another swing, desperately trying to separate your head from its place on your shoulders. Defenseless once again, you braced for impact. You only felt the burning sensation down near your collarbone, and you peaked your eyes open to find your master standing before you, Anakin’s saber halfway through her. You heard her gasp in pain as she whispered for you to run, and with a sob, you did.

“I didn’t know what to do about it, I didn’t have any supplies to help the healing process, so I just did the bare minimum.” You admitted, finishing your recollection. Cal listened intently as you spoke, his mind watching it unfold. He felt a wave of emotions; sadness, hate, relief. “I’m sorry, y/n.” He whispered, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you close. You felt tears threaten to fall as you buried your face into his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here, with me.” He whispered. He felt you smile as you moved from his shoulder and place a small kiss on his cheek. You watched his cheeks immediately flare up and let out a soft giggle. You felt courage course through you as you moved even closer and placed a soft kiss to his lips. He quickly reciprocated and moved in sync with you. His lips were soft, a bit chapped. They tasted like sweet spice and something you couldn’t quite name. His hair was soft in your hands as they snaked up and ran through the red locks. You smiled into the kiss as you felt the breath leave your lungs and you pulled away to rest your forehead against his own. His breath tickled you as he peppered little kisses on your cheeks and nose, and you felt you face burn when his lips met your neck as he kissed along your scar. “There, kissed it to make it better.” He joked lightheartedly, a small boyish smile gracing his face. You smiled back and placed another kiss to his lips as you slipped your arm back into its sleeve and stood up. You dusted the dirt from your pants and picked up your saber, hooking it to your side. “Let’s go, star boy.”

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[calkissed]

Matchmaker

↬ fem! jedi! reader x Nightsister Merrin ♥

✧ Genre: fluff

✧ Warnings: none flirty merrin

<3 author’s note: I love Merrin sm and wanted to make something for her as I don't see much out there for her :)

✧ Summary: You had joined the Mantis Crew a month or so before Cal, prevously hiding after Order 66 as a worker on Coruscant where you studied Dathomir. Now, as Cal finishes his quest from Dathomir, he heads back to the ship with Merrin, where you await them…

The door to the Mantis slid open, two pairs of feet echoing like alarms on the hard ramp. You startled from your seat on the peach toned couch as Cal came into view, holding the object you were hoping he would, the Astrium.

“You found it.” Cere said softly, a hopeful tone in her voice. 

“We can open the tomb on Bogano.” Your voice came out like a breath of release, astonishment and possibility swimming through your eyes and in your head. 

“Oh, well who's this?” Greeze questioned grumpily, glaring up at the figure dressed in red stood next to Cal. You hadn’t even noticed her at first, her presence startling you and the rest of the crew. Your focus had been too strong on the small, dainty object in Cal’s hands. He was holding it like it was all the galaxy, like it was a fragile star. 

You finally took your eyes from the object to see…she had white hair tied in a relaxed bun on the back of her head, a loose strand at the front hanging from her head. Her skin was a cool, light gray, complimenting her dark lips. Tattoos, or markings of some sort framed her face like a painting. 

Beep! BD-1 chirped. 

She’s coming along… 

“What's that supposed to mean?” Greez asked, crossing his arms.

It means I’ll be joining you,” the figure spoke, with a deadpan voice. It was the first time you noticed the darker shades of gray painted in shapes on her and hands that matched the ones on her face. It was quite pretty, you had to admit, and definitely intriguing. 

You were livid with anger when Cere advised Cal go on this mission on his own. You had been studying Dathomir and the Nightsisters (and brothers) for years. But of course, the Mantis was out of rations. It had been a miserable day without food until you landed on the red, hazy planet. 

You knew of every plant, creature, what to eat, what not to, where to step…so you stayed near the ship, gathering supplies and guiding Cal over your comms through the dark corners and paths of Dathomir. 

But now, a living Nightsister stood, in the flesh, in front of you. 

“Cere, Greez, Y/N, this is Merrin.”

“She's a witch, isn't she?” Greez spoke, words shaky. Before you could correct him, the newcomer beat you to it. 

“A Nightsister. Your fear is unnecessary.” Her voice was calm and stable, like each word she said was a fact. 

“I couldn't have gotten the Astrium without her. We fought Malicos together,” Cal explained. “I trust her.”

“And we trust you,” Cere spoke. “You,” she looked at Merrin, caution in her eyes, “will have to earn it.”

“Okay…fine.” Greez grumbled. “Grab some seat! as long as she doesn't try anything funny.”

“Welcome aboard.” Cere said in a more approving voice, walking past Merrin. 

Cal tilted his head to the side, hands on his hips as he turned to the Nightsister. He seemed to pick up on your lingering eyes on the girl, looking at you once before turning back to Merrin. “I think they like you.”

You turned your head quickly to the droid sitting next to you, Cal smirking at you as Merrin sat on the couch not too far from yourself. “Be-be-beep!”

Her forehead scrunched as she leaned down towards the droid. “I don't know what you're saying.”

Cal laughed, strutting to the front of the ship where your crewmates sat. Of course he would leave you with her.

You sat for a moment, trying to build up some confidence to talk to Merrin. You had so many questions for her. What was it like living on Dathomir? How did her magick work, exactly? How did it work off-world? How was she still—

BD-1 bumped your arm with his small head, repeating what he had just asked Merrin, signaling you to translate. 

“He says he likes your tattoos.”

She looked at you, squinting her eyes in confusion. He beeped again. You couldn't help yourself, and you laughed.

“What is funny?”

“He said you guys are matching.” Merrin peered down at her crimson clothing and white skin, before deciding to say, “I guess we are. Your name is…”

“Y/N.” She nodded once. “Merrin.”

“Um… have you ever been off-world?”

“Off of Dathomir? No. I stayed with my people all my life.” You weren’t sure what to say.

“I’m sorry about what happened.”

“Don’t be. The Jedi are not responsible.” 

“I lost all my friends and family too. Well…except for Cal, I guess. But I didn’t meet him until after…

“The Jedi purge.”

You looked at her with crinkled brows and almost spoke when she continued, “Yes, Cal Kestis told me all about what happened. I…understand what you went through.” 

You nodded, a smile finding its way to your lips.

“You learn to make a new family when you lose your first one,” you said. “Everyone here is pretty great. Well, Greez not all the time, but…he’ll warm up.

She nodded, peering over you. 

“Cal tells me you were studying Dathomir’s culture and the planet.” 

Of-kriffing-course he did.

“Oh, yes…I um, did for a few years on Coruscant, helping mainly with writing about the culture and the Nightsisters.”

“Well I would like to read your work and see if it is true.”

“I don’t have any of the writings with me…”

“Oh. Of course,” Merrin whispered.

You looked at your lap, a blush crawling over your cheeks and you second guessed your past job on Coruscant. Maker, you hoped for your sake that it was all factual.

“Why does your face look like that?”

“What?” You gasped.

“It seems you have something you want to ask…am I wrong?”

“No, I just…I didn’t study Dathomir for more than four years and I…

“Would you like to learn more?” She looked at you accusingly, but almost playful. You nodded, not trusting your voice. 

Merrin took the lead, pulling out a sharp, jagged glossy half sphere. It looked like a piece out of the moon.

“I’m sure you understand that Nightsisters use magick and the NIghtbrothers do not, and that we rule over them.”

You nodded again, BD nodding as well as he watched the green glow from Merrin’s spherical object.

“Our magick uses the force but is different from Jedi. I can disappear and reappear at will, move objects, and can even reanimate—

“The dead,” you finished. “Sorry.”

“Do not apologize. You know a lot about Nightsisters. I’m impressed.” Merrin stood up, walking over leisurely yet swiftly up a few steps to the Mantis’ terrarium. She moved like smoke, graceful and satisfying. 

“Hm. You found bleeding gut and mushlings.”

“Yeah, Greez likes to keep the plants behind the glass but I’m hoping, since we left Dathomir, that he’ll let me sneak my hand in there every now and them for mushlings to use with our meals.”

 Merrin leaned in closer to the terrarium over your shoulder. She stood a few inches taller than you, her face closer to yours than almost anyone’s had ever been. 

“Hey you two! We’re landing soon, grab some seat.” Greez’s voice nearly made you jump, Merrin having no reaction. She stepped back to the couch, this time the one closer to the cockpit where the rest of the crew sat. 

You sat next to her, BD jumping over the holotable to join Cal in the front.

“This ship possesses fascinating technology,” Merrin stated.

“The Mantis is…” you leaned over to peer into the pilot area, your heart warming for your now family. “Wonderful.”

The ship jolted as you went through some turbulence, Greez muttering an apology as Cere teased his flying skills. 

Both your hands flew to the seat below you, preparing to hold on, when your right one caught a cold hand, the woman attached to it looked at you through long, pretty, dark lashes.

You let go, muttering an apology. You were sure your face was as deeply red as her clothing.

Merrin tilted her head, squinting her eyes as she studied you. 

“You are quite easy to startle, Y/N.” Your name rolled off her tongue through her accent like the ocean’s on Kamino. It made your face flush. And you breathed out a shaky breath. The ship landed, and the shaking stopped, the clicking of seatbelts letting you know it was okay to stand up. 

“I…”

“It is alright. It has been a long time since I’ve had a…”

Merrin’s entrancing brown eyes fluttered down to her hand, which ghosted over yours. 

You kept it in place, as her black painted nails led her soft fingers to interlance with yours. 

Cal came from the cockpit, the same look of excitement plastered on his face before he went on any adventure - but it was swiftly replaced with a smug one. His eyes darted over your hands once as he lifted his eyebrows at you as he smirked, jogging past you and through the ships doors with his small droid on his back.

Your comm sounded as his complacent voice came through your ear, “I knew you two would get along.”

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Finally played jedi fallen order, so now Cal Kestis is open for requests.

Let me tell you, this game made my heart hurt. I also cheered out loud when Vader appeared, he's the love of my life.

I almost started weeping cuz apparently the next game will be for ps5 and I only got a PS4. Amazing game, will be replaying.

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[goosewriting]

Underneath

summary: after getting stationed at the fortress inquisitorius, it seems a certain inquisitor takes an interest in reader.

relationship: inquisitor Cal Kestis x gn!reader

warnings: (18+) me being absolutely delulu, slow-burn-ish??? as it can get at 7k lol, making out at the end and fade to black, sexual tension if you squint, psychometry 

word count: 7.6k

A/N: started writing this back when i restarted JFO and got cal’s inquisitor clothes, so it’s been in the works for quite some time. also i had made pancakes back then and was sad about having no one to share them with, so i shall share them virtually with all of you <3

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

As long as you can remember, you’ve always been fascinated by the way people communicate with each other. Now, as a linguistics and behaviour expert, you count yourself lucky to be one of the probably few people who actually like their job. Stationed in an Imperial office on your home planet, you mainly monitor comms and analyse the occasional security holovid in an attempt to weed out any suspicious activity. 

In fact, it was thanks to you that a rebel cell was found, since you caught a suspicious exchange on unused frequencies, which earned you a promotion. You were content with that already, but then your superior said he’d put in a good word for you, as he’s always felt like you were far more capable than just listening to comms all day, and that you could use your skills better in service of the Empire. 

Fast-forward three months and lo and behold, you’re now stationed at Fortress Insquisitorius. 

It’s the first day and while you’ve got the grand tour of the place by a group of stormtroopers especially assigned to you (you still can’t quite believe you get your own little squad of troopers), there’s still some time before dinner. After dismissing the men, saying you’ll catch up to them later at the mess hall, you walk around, further checking out the place. 

As you turn a corner to a hallway you haven’t been to yet, you notice it looks rather deserted. You check the small sign on the wall; this leads to one of the bigger residential wings, but not yours. So you decide to turn on your heels and head the other way. Except that before you can even take a step in that direction, you’re stopped in your tracks by an invisible force and turned back around again. This hold around you isn’t so tight that you can’t breathe, but you do feel the pressure keeping your arms at your sides and your body suspended in the air, the sole of your boots hanging barely an inch over the polished floor. Unable to resist your captor, you’re met with an Inquisitor, of all people, who slowly walks towards you with one of their hands in the air, holding you in place.

They come to a halt before you, the helmet tilting slightly to the side as the eyes under the red visor study you, out of your view. 

“Who are you?” comes the distorted voice. Despite the modulator, you can tell by the tone and body language it’s a man. You’ve heard stories about Inquisitors, and despite being stationed at their base, you hoped you wouldn’t have to interact with them. Just your luck, and in an empty hallway no less.

Nonetheless, you tell him your name, station and even your office’s room number. Just in case. 

“I’m new,” you add, as if it wasn’t obvious by now. He remains eerily calm and still all the while. With a polite smile, you throw the question back at him, “And you are?”

His helmet tilts the other way ever so slightly as if your question took him by surprise.

“Inquisitor Kestis,” he replies after a second. “Cal Kestis”

“Well, nice to meet you, Inquisitor Cal Kestis,” you say. If you could move, you’d stretch out your hand towards him out of habit as a greeting, but he probably wouldn’t take it either way, so you’re glad you don’t get the chance to embarrass yourself. Yet, anyway. 

For a few moments, he just stands there with you in his invisible grasp. Is he looking at you? Did he space out? You suddenly feel your stomach complaining about its emptiness.

“Uhm, could you let me down again?” you ask, looking down at the floor tiles and back up at the red visor. “I’d like to go get dinner.”

Without a word, he places you back onto the ground surprisingly gently, then takes off in the direction he came from, disappearing from your view as he turns a corner. Well, you think to yourself with a satisfied nod as you make your way to the mess hall, I think that was a solid first impression. Good job, me.

The next day, you officially start your new job, and you’re all sorts of excited and nervous. You’re still intercepting messages, decoding and translating encrypted communications, but on a much higher level this time. These are important people you’re monitoring. You’re also called as an interpreter when there’s holocalls with parties who refuse to have droids in the room. Besides, the officers and generals seem to actually enjoy having you around, with your happy and optimistic demeanour in this otherwise cold and sterile building. You know that Imperial staff can be rough sometimes, but you’re convinced that the kindness you put out into the world eventually comes back to you. So you make sure to treat everyone equally, with kindness and respect, wearing a smile whenever you get the chance.

The days go on, and you see all sorts of people around the place. You do see some Inquisitors from time to time, mainly in the hangar. Occasionally they make an appearance in the mess hall as well, but they usually sit alone and for a very short amount of time on one of the round tables in the far corner of the mess. You never see Inquisitor Kestis there, though. 

As you sit with your little trooper squad, you chew on a stringy piece of meat deep in thought, not really paying attention to the conversation. This Kestis has you intrigued if you’re being honest with yourself. You still don't understand why he talked to you. The other Inquisitors seem to ignore you, as well as everyone else, most of the time. Besides, Kestis could have just talked to you. There was no need to Force-hold you or anything. Was he trying to show you he’s in charge or something? Doesn’t that mean that he felt threatened? 

With a light scoff at yourself — because the notion of an Inquisitor being intimidated by you is pretty silly — you take another bite of your food, your gaze scanning the mess hall without looking at anything in particular. The thing is that, since you don’t see Kestis in the mess hall like, ever, you only catch fleeting glances of him here and there when you see him slip into the elevator or turn a sharp corner at a hallway. You furrow your brows. It’s almost like he’s avoiding you. And that makes you just much more intrigued in what his deal is.

When the squad is in a good mood, you try to slip a question into the conversation about the Inquisitors here and there, asking if they ever saw their faces or what they’re like, and what they do. The troopers can only tell you the rumours you’ve already heard in a thousand different versions, the details getting more violent and out of hand every time you hear them. You dismiss most of those stories; you’ve noticed that a few Inquisitors walk around without a helmet. And others are pretty direct in their attitude towards others, getting into arguments or even physical fights when something bothers them. So they all want the rest to know who they are and be scared, many even seem to enjoy the fear in people’s faces. But Kestis? The few times you’ve seen him, he moves like a well-oiled machine. His face is always hidden, every movement is calculated, and he doesn’t waste his breath on any unnecessary syllable. That’s just proof that he has a carefully curated persona he wears when he’s out and about. But once he’s alone, when he gets to peel back all those layers? You truly wonder what lies beneath. 

One evening you find yourself thinking about him yet again, suddenly concerned about his eating habits, wondering if he’s okay and eating well. For some reason that you still can’t quite comprehend, you decide to just go to him. After all, if he didn’t want to see you, he’d just send you away, right? By now you’re very well aware about what the Inquisitors are capable of, but you’re both on the same side, so surely there’s nothing to worry about. 

At least that’s what you tell yourself as your feet carry you to the mess hall that evening.

After you’re done eating (the food today is better than you would have thought), you order a second portion to go. You start walking down the hallway, looking for a console or a droid. You know where the residential wing is, but you don’t know what floor the Inquisitors’ rooms are, and doubt there’ll be specific directions towards them. It isn’t long before you do find an R4 unit, and you ask where the Inquisitor quarters are. The cylindrical droid beeps and jumps a little with a startle, at first unwilling to tell you, afraid that if it does, the droid will be sliced in half. But you promise the droid that you won’t tell on it. So after some more convincing and promising the droid you owe it an oil bath, it finally brings up a holomap of the place, showing you where you want to go with a blinking dot. 

With a pat on the head, you say your thanks and go to where the map said. Soon enough, you find yourself in a wing of the building you’ve not only never been to, but one you didn’t even know existed if it wasn’t for the droid. The design of the walls is even sleeker here, and the sound of your boots echoes through the hallway. The further you walk into this wing, the fewer people and troops you come across. Even the constant rumbling of machinery behind the panels seems to be quieter here. 

After some more minutes of walking, you finally reach the door you’re looking for. There are no signs or name plaques, but you remember the number on the door from the droid’s map. The lettering is almost the same shade of black as the door, so it took you a moment to find the right one. But you’re fairly sure this one should be it. 

Taking one final deep breath, you knock on the door. In the seconds waiting for a response, you suddenly feel silly about being here. He’s a full-grown man. An Inquisitor. Why did you think he’d need you to bring him dinner? What if he didn’t like it anyway–

The door opens with a whoosh, and you look up. For some reason, you were expecting to be met with the red visor of his helmet. Which now that you think about, doesn’t make sense; if he’s in his quarters, he wouldn’t be walking around with his full uniform on.

Instead, you’re met with a pair of intense yellow eyes, and equally fiery red hair on his head. Your breath hitches and you’re not sure if it’s the surprise of seeing his uncovered face or the realisation that he’s incredibly handsome, and it just caught you off-guard.

He gives you a quick once-over, momentarily looking at the box in your hands, then bringing his eyes back to yours, boring into your very soul.

“Why are you here?” he asks in a flat voice.

“I haven't seen you in the mess hall today. Or, any other day, really,” you explain, unable to tear your eyes away from him. “Ever since I've started working here. So I brought some food in case you haven't eaten yet…” Your voice starts trailing off at the end as you once again realise how dumb that sounds out loud.

He holds your gaze a little longer, narrowing his eyes at you as if to scrutinise whether you're being honest or not. While you hope he’ll accept the food in case he actually hasn't eaten yet, that's all you expect to happen. You’re counting on him taking the box and leaving you be, so you can go back to your quarters and continue reading your novel, which you are actually looking forward to.

To your surprise, the Inquisitor takes a step to the side, silently inviting you in. You walk past him, slightly bowing your head as a thanks, and take in his quarters. You're not sure what you were expecting, but it's surprisingly… normal. Bigger than the barracks and other quarters you've seen, including yours, but still normal. There’s a banner with the Imperial emblem hanging on the far wall, a couch on the other side, and a round table with some chairs in the middle, as well as a kitchenette. Everything is neat and clean.

You hear the doors close as you walk to the table and place the box on it, turning back around to Kestis, who’s eyeing you curiously.

“It’s still warm,” you tell him, pointing at the food.

He walks by you to pick up the container, and that’s when you notice he’s still wearing his gloves. It strikes you as odd to be wearing them in the confines of his own room, but to each their own. Kestis walks to the kitchen and pours the food onto a plate and throws away the take-out container, then rummages in a drawer for a fork.  After walking past you to sit at the table, he takes off his gloves and places them neatly next to him on the table.

“Sit,” he orders without looking at you, and takes the first bite. You sit down across from him.

“Have you already eaten?” he asks.

“Yes, Sir,” you give the honorific a try, and he seems to like it. “At the mess hall.”

“I wouldn’t have any food to offer you either way,” he states, and lifts his gaze to look at you. “This visit is… unexpected.”

“I’m sorry for intruding, Sir. I didn’t mean to. I just–”

“You just what?” He shoots you a look akin to a glare.

“I was just worried, I guess,” you say. He scoffs.

“Please don’t act like you care,” he retorts. “If you need or want something, just tell me upfront.”

“What? No, I- I’m not acting,” you reassure him, raising your hands slightly to underline you’re being earnest. “I’m not trying to gain something in exchange. I was genuinely worried about not seeing you in the mess hall.”

His fork stops mid-way from the plate to his mouth, and the intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine.

“Why?” he asks. You squirm slightly in your seat.

“I’m not sure myself, to be honest,” you admit, and you can’t help the defeated slump of your shoulders. “You were the first one who talked to me when I got here out of their own volition and not because of work. After our chat, I was hoping to see you around or something…”

The pause that follows lasts for a couple of seconds only, but it feels eternal. Until finally, Kestis lets out a short sigh and continues eating.

“I usually avoid the mess hall,” he says, his voice much more gentle now. “Too many people. Too much noise.”

“I see,” is all you manage to reply. 

Taking the two last bites of his meal, Kestis sets down the fork. That’s my queue, you think.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep imposing,” you say, rising up to your feet, and he does the same. Before turning around, you search his eyes one last time. “That’s really all I wanted to do: to bring you the food. I’ll be going now. Good night, Sir.”

The Inquisitor walks you to the door, and just as you walk past the threshold, his words surprise you.

“Next time you could bring two portions.”

You whip around, but the door whooshes shut with a hiss.

— — —

After that, you two fall into a strange routine where you get dinner to go and bring it to his quarters so you can eat together. The conversations start out as polite small-talk, but soon enough you can broaden your topics, ranging from work to anecdotes and fun facts you picked up here and there. 

While the tone remains polite and all in all pleasant, you do notice that he’s very careful not to touch you. You think it’s because he’s being respectful, but unbeknownst to you, it’s because he wants to get to know you organically, and not pry into the echoes of your belongings. Even if he knows he could, and you’d never even know, and despite his growing curiosity, he feels… compelled to try. For you. Because you bring a refreshing factor into his otherwise stale life, like a gentle melody in the cold vastness of space. 

It’s rare to run into Cal, as he’s recently allowed you (and only you) to call him, in the halls or in the hangar. As fate would have it though, you’re just about to get into a ship with your trooper squad to leave for a job off-planet, while Cal happens to be getting off his own ship at the same time.

You don’t want to disturb him. Even if you want to wave at him from afar really badly, or even call out to him. But you think he’d appreciate it if you keep your relationship, whatever it is, a secret. To your complete surprise however, once he spots you in the ever moving crowd of the busy hangar, he comes to you.

Beelining towards you, he comes to a stop in front of you, sporting his full uniform. And while the group around you stiffens up and some even take a precautionary step back, you feel very at ease in his presence, greeting him like you normally would with a smile. If you’re being completely honest, you feel kinda proud that one of the most feared Inquisitors on base came to you, and that everyone seems so scared of him while you are completely relaxed, though still remaining respectful of course. 

“Welcome back,” you greet Cal with a genuine smile. “I hope your mission wasn’t too eventful?”

“It all went according to plan,” the distorted voice says with a static crackle.

“That’s good to hear,” you reply. 

Cal’s head shifts ever so slightly, the visor looking past your face to something behind your back.

“Is there a problem, trooper?” the Inquisitor asks, standing a little taller as he addresses the soldier who’s shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“With all due respect, Sir, we’re on a tight schedule-“

The trooper next to him elbows him in the side.

“Is that so,” Cal asks rhetorically, and you can’t really read his tone because of the distortion. Still, you decide to intervene.

“It’s okay, we can still make it on time,” you assure him and shoot the trooper a pointed look while whispering to Cal that he’s new. “But yes, we should probably get going. I’m glad I got to see you, though. Thanks for stopping by to say hi.”

Cal nods and makes room for you to walk past, while the others keep a noticeable distance between the Inquisitor and themselves as they walk around him. When you reach the ramp to the ship, you turn around one last time. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but you’re still surprised to see Cal standing there, hands behind his back, facing your direction. You give a little wave with your hand, then hurry up the ramp and take a seat. As the ship takes off, you’re checking the data on your holopad. You suddenly feel something on your cheek, like the faintest caress of a summer breeze, and you could swear you just heard a voice in your head.

‘Come back safely.’

As the ship activates the hyperdrive, your hand involuntarily comes up to touch your cheek where the skin still prickles from what you can only describe as a ghost’s touch. 

— — —

Ever since then, you notice a shift in the way everyone treats you, even your superiors, but especially the troopers. Some seem to get out of your way completely when you come walking down the hall, while others are especially attentive to your needs, offering to help you whenever you look like you’re lost or are searching for something. That one trooper who had spoken up to Cal, you haven’t seen him around at all. In fact, it isn’t until two weeks after the incident that you decide to ask one of your other squad members where he is, and she tells you that he got reassigned to not only a different squadron, but an entirely different planetary system. You have a hunch about who’s responsible for that, but you're still not quite sure why he would go to such lengths. Had he really felt that disrespected? You should watch your tone with him from now on, lest you also be sent to some backwater planet…

However, Cal still acts as he always has around you. You still eat dinner in his room, like you’ve been doing for a while now. And while it may just be your wishful thinking, it seems like his whole body language has finally started to soften too. When it’s just the two of you, his shoulders are not as tense, his jaw not as tight, his eyes not as harsh. Even the way he talks has changed. Others may not notice, but you’re literally trained for this. His choice of words has shifted to a less strictly professional lingo, allowing himself to articulate more freely, as well as use more face expressions, voice tone changes and hand gestures, compared to how he acted when your dinner routine started. At some point, he even stopped wearing his gloves around you all the time.

On one hand, for the past couple of months, dinner has been the highlight of your day. You get to spend time with someone who actually listens to you, not because of work, not because you have data they need, but because they just like to spend time with you. Or at least you hope he does. 

On the other hand, you’ve been noticing a slight knot in your stomach whenever you stand in front of Cal’s door, waiting for it to open. As well as the prick of heat on your cheeks when he reacts to your jokes (you haven’t seen him properly smile or laugh out loud yet, but you’ll get there). And let’s not forget the involuntary hitch of your breath accompanied by the skip of your heart when you discover him in the same room with you when you weren’t expecting to see him. 

Somewhere deep within you, you know what all of those mean. But you like the relationship that you’ve built with him, no matter how weird it is, too much to listen to your gut right now. So you just push all and any thought of that kind waaay back into the darkest corner of your brain, hoping it’ll pass.

— — —

One day, you’re feeling a little blue, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Cal. He asks what the problem is, and you tell him you miss something from your home planet. He assures you, whatever it is, he can get it for you. So you write down some things and he orders them. Only two rotations later, the package is at his door. 

He's really curious to open it but decides to wait for you to get there that evening. When you’re finally in his quarters and he shows you the box, you’re super happy and unpack everything: it’s candy, some fruits he’s never seen before, a jar of what looks like herbs, and another jar with a blue spread of sorts. 

You hum, thinking about what to show him first, and decide to go for the jar with the spread. Picking it up, you’re about to start explaining what it is while you open it, but whatever you plan to say gets cut off because of your fruitless effort to screw open the lid. You give it a second try, but it just won’t budge.

With a sheepish look, you wordlessly hand him the glass and when he takes it, there’s a cocky smile on his face that you’ve never seen on him before. You bite your tongue just in time to stop some witty remark, because it would have been a jumble of sounds and no coherent sentence anyway. For in a split second, all those feelings and thoughts you have been repressing come back all at once in one massive wave that crashes over you, drowning everything else around you.

If that small of a change in his face has such a big effect on you, you wonder what else there is. What would a proper smile on him look like? Would he ever properly smile at you? With you? For you? And if it was the other way around, if it was you wearing a cocky grin, looking down at him, how would he—

Oh, oh no. You’re in it bad. So bad. 

The sound of your name snaps you back to reality, where Cal is offering you the now open jar, waiting for you to take it. You blink a couple of times, your eyes moving from his face to the jar, then back to his face. One of his brows rises to give you a questioning look. Heat spreads on your face, ears and neck at the multiple images that appeared in your head. You give him a quick thanks, grab the jar, and turn around to hide from his gaze. Already familiarised with his kitchen, you walk up to the counter to rummage in the drawer for a spoon. Taking a deep breath to try and calm your racing heart, you turn back around. Cal is still standing by the table, following your every movement with his yellow eyes. And for some reason, you feel like all the walls you had managed to pick away at ever so slowly have been pulled up again around him.

You’ve heard stories of Force users being able to read minds, and right now you really hope they’re not true. What if he can sense your thoughts? Is he… disgusted at you? 

Somehow managing to regain your composure and willing away most of the prickling heat on your face, you explain to him what this spread is called in your mother tongue, which translates to something like “sweet of milk”, and how delicious it is.

You’re still by the counter, not really wanting to get into Cal’s space, and you take a spoonful of the jar’s contents and put it into your mouth.

“Hm, it’s so good,” you say, offering him the spoon to give it a try himself.

He suddenly seems to revert to his normal self and approaches you, grabbing a new spoon from the drawer. Ah, you should have known, he doesn’t like sharing cutlery. Or cups. Or… anything, really. Odd, but you’ve always just attributed it to him being scared of germs or the like, which is very valid. It’s probably the same reason why he’s wearing gloves all the time, especially outside. 

As he twists the spoon in his mouth, you see Cal’s face light up for the first time; he likes it. You’re relieved.   

“So glad you like it! Alright then, let’s make some pancakes. You’re going to love them,” you exclaim. 

Seeing the rest of the imported goods on the table, you tell him to try some candy while you work. You take off your bracelet, leaving it next to the box, and roll up your sleeves to get to work.

While the pancakes are cooking, you watch Cal’s reaction to the sweets. He first inspects it closely in his fingers; it’s shaped like a short stick with stripes in different shades of pink. You tell him the wrappers have trivia facts about animals, but they’re written in your native language. So while he chews on the soft candy, he walks over to you, holding out the wrapper for you to read.

“What does it say?” he asks, and you can’t help feel extremely endeared. Your eyes fall to the paper in his hands.

“It’s about banthas. It says that both females and males have a pair of spiralling horns, and they grow a knob a year. So you can tell the age of banthas by how curly their horns are,” you read out loud. “Huh, I didn’t know that.”

“Interesting,” Cal remarks with a short nod of his head. He chews some more on the candy while inspecting the drawing of the bantha on the wrapper. He seems to like them a lot. In fact, he goes back to the table and takes a second one. He asks you what they’re called again, saying he will probably order some more for himself. 

Flipping yet another pancake, you tell him their name and smile to yourself, glad you managed to introduce something nice and colourful into his life. Not that being an Inquisitor wasn’t fun… was it? Truthfully, you have no idea how they feel about what they do out there. You’ve tried getting something out of Cal, but whenever the topic of his work comes up, he shuts you out. You also try not to listen too closely to the gory details of their work that are talked about in quick whispers in the hallways. Either way, you like to think that you broke whatever monotony there could be for Cal, even if only a little bit. Maybe he even looks forward to your moments together, as you do.

The Inquisitor asks what the other jar with the herbs is. You explain that it’s actually leaves for an infusion, and ask if he could put the kettle on.

Suddenly this whole moment feels strangely domestic, and you reprimand your heart for yet another beat it just skipped. It’s just a normal hangout between… colleagues. Making pancakes and having tea. Absolutely normal, strictly professional behaviour, yes. 

You flip the last pancake and watch as Cal stands up to get back to the kitchen, but when he puts the jar with the tea leaves back on the table without really looking, his bare hand grazes your bracelet. With a sharp breath through his teeth, he suddenly tenses up, and his gaze is fixed on some spot behind you, without really focusing on anything. You’re not sure what’s happening, but he’s completely frozen up, and you start panicking.

After turning off the heat on the stove, you hurry to stand in front of the Inquisitor, unsure what to do. You call his name repeatedly, but he doesn’t react. Your hand comes up to the side of his arm but you hesitate, stopping just before touching him. Looking up at him, you try calling his name again; still no reaction. So you don’t really have a choice. You place your hand on his upper arm and give him a gentle shake.

“Cal,” you call yet again. “Cal, what’s wrong?”

He takes a big gulp of air, as if he had forgotten to breathe all this time. After blinking a couple of times, it seems he’s back with you, and his eyes dart back to yours, boring into your skull with an intensity that takes you off guard. You’re quick to remove your hand from him and instinctively take a step back to give him some space.

“A-Are you okay?” you ask. “You just spaced out really hard for a moment.”

“Yeah I’m- I’m fine,” he replies, and it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him stutter. “It was… something occurred to me that really took me by surprise, is all.”

“… Right,” you stretch out the word, waiting for him to explain what he meant further, but he reverts completely back to normal in an instant. 

“You asked me to put the kettle on, right?” he asks and is already on his way to the kitchen. 

“Uhm, yeah,” you follow him with your gaze, confused, then remember an important detail, so you join him in the kitchen. “Oh, but don’t let it boil. That will ruin the leaves. Just gotta heat up the water.”

“Got it.”

— — —

After some more preparations, you’re both sat at the table, and you show him how to eat the pancakes. They’re not like the thick, small pancakes he knows. These ones are larger in diameter and very thin. You demonstrate how to evenly apply the blue spread, stack the cubes of fruit you prepped, then roll up the pancakes like a tube and pick it up in your hands.

“Ta-da,” you exclaim. “And now, enjoy.”

Taking a big bite, you squeal at how good it tastes. It’s been ages since you’ve had this! 

Cal imitates what you did earlier, putting together his own pancake tube, and takes a bite as well. Even he can’t help the low moan that escapes through his nose at this fantastic combination. You giggle at the sight, enjoying it immensely that you get to see all these sides to him that probably no one else has seen. Once more, your brain is invaded by the thought of what else there might be to Inquisitor Cal Kestis. If he allowed you to lower wall after wall, layer after layer… what would you discover? 

You shake your head to rid yourself of the images starting to form. Nope, can’t go there. 

Instead, you decide to show him how the tea is brewed. You grab a small cup and pour some tea leaves in there, which are chopped much more finely than other loose tea Cal has seen. Then you place the special straw that came in the box in the cup. Cal has never seen something like it; it’s essentially a metal tube that is flat at the top and ends in a bulbous shape at the bottom full of little holes.

“So, let me get this straight,” he starts once he understands the mechanics behind your concoction. “Instead of putting the contained leaves in water and then removing them to drink the tea, you just put loose leaves in the water and filter it through the straw to drink the tea?”

“Essentially, yes!”

“That’s so many extra steps…”, Cal sighs, bringing his hand up to hold his temple.

“It’s literally the same,” you laugh. “Just in a different order.”

Pouring hot water into the cup, careful not to overspill it, you offer the cup to him.

“The things you make me do…” he says under his breath, taking the cup and giving it a tentative sniff. 

“Oh please,” you say teasingly, and a grin spreads on your face as you prop up your chin on your elbows. “As if you’re not having the time of your life today. I saw how many candies you ate earlier.”

Cal’s eyes dart down to your lips and back up so quickly that you miss it. With a defeated sigh, he gives the tea a try, grimacing at the bitter taste. You chuckle.

“It certainly is an acquired taste, but give it a chance. It gets better with time, trust me.” Kinda like you, you think.

He looks at the cup and back at you, kinda lost on what to do now.

“You’re supposed to suck on the straw until there’s no more water left, then you pass it back and I pour another one,” you explain.

“So many extra steps,” he repeats with a playful shake of his head, but he does as you said, if only to humour you. Once the straw makes the typical noise of there not being any more liquid at the bottom of a cup, he passes it back to you. With a smile, you pour more water into it, and have a drink yourself. He seems a bit shocked about that.

“Oh yeah, this is a drink passed around in a group, and everyone drinks from the same straw…,” you explain. Not to sound like a 12-year-old, a voice in your head says, but that just was an indirect kiss with an Inquisitor. You clear your throat. “Sorry, I guess I should have asked for a second straw so we could both use one each. I was going to offer another round of tea to you after I’m done with this one, as it usually goes, but if it makes you uncomfortable…”

Cal straightens up in his seat in surprise at your words.

“Why would it make me uncomfortable?”

“You don’t like sharing cutlery and stuff like that, right?” you ask, now confused as well, thinking back to when he clearly grabbed another spoon to try the spread. 

“Oh, uhm, that’s… never mind.”

He fidgets with his fingers for a second, but when he notices you watching him, he hides his hands under the table. You merely hum in response, taking another sip. Is he… nervous? The mood seems to have shifted again and now you’re completely lost as to what’s going on. All those years of training and studying, yet this man before you remains a mystery.

The rest of the evening is spent eating pancakes and drinking tea, holding a pleasant conversation, albeit a superficial one. At times, it feels like his eyes are completely fixed on you, but within seconds, it’s like he can’t even look at you. 

Concluding you’ve overstayed your welcome, you offer to quickly wash up, then be on your way. He merely nods and helps to bring all the dishes to the counter, then goes back to the table. You assume it’s to get another candy from the box. But you don’t mind; you offered to wash up after all. 

Silence envelops the whole room, the only sound being the water coming from the tap. As you’re putting the last of the dishes on the little drying rack, you sigh. Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea after all. Full of questions and doubts, you dry your hands on the towel, fully set on ending the evening by thanking him for getting the things in the first place, saying you had a good time and keeping your goodbyes short. You aren’t even sure if you’ll manage to appear here with a straight face for dinner tomorrow after everything that happened today, the problem being mainly the things playing out in your own head.

Being so deep in thought, you don’t notice the presence behind you, so when you turn around, you’re almost nose to nose with Cal. You can’t help the surprised little “ah, kriff!” that escapes you at his sudden appearance. With the counter behind you though, there’s nowhere for you to back away to, and Cal isn’t budging from where he stands. 

“Don’t forget this,” he says in a low voice and holds up your bracelet, which you had left on the table earlier. He’s so close that you can feel his soft breaths on your face.

“R-right, thanks.”

Looking anywhere but at the Inquisitor, you take the piece of jewellery and put it on your wrist. It takes you a couple of tries though, because your fingers are trembling. In fear, anticipation or something else, you don’t really know. You fumble for a moment until you finally manage to secure the clasp. Cal however, is still standing right in front of you, his hands now coming up to rest on the counter on either side of you. You don’t dare to breathe.

“Uhm, what’s going on?” you ask in an impossibly small voice. 

“I think you know.” 

It takes every last drop of courage in your body, but you scrape it all together and put it into lifting your eyes to look at Cal. And when your gaze meets his, the breath is knocked out of your lungs entirely. He’s looking down at you so intensely, so hungry, you can’t even begin to describe what you’re feeling. Your brain is long gone, you realise, so now you’re entirely at the mercy of what Cal does and whatever physical reaction that gets out from you. And it seems he’s very much aware of this, enjoying the state you find yourself in, if that tiny side smile is anything to go by as he leans in next to your head. You go completely stiff. 

“If you want me to back off, tell me now,” he says directly into your ear.

You take a shaky breath, and the last of the voices in your head all but screaming at you to get out of there is abruptly shut up. Anything and everything in your mind and body is Cal Kestis right now, and for a split second, you wonder if he’s using some Force mind trick on you or if this is all you. That thought dissipates instantaneously though when you feel Cal’s breath tickle your ear, still waiting for your response. You merely shake your head, and it’s so subtle he probably wouldn’t have caught it if he didn’t have his face right next to yours. 

With his cheek now against yours, you can feel him smile. Properly smile. 

“Good,” is all he says, and before you know it, his lips are on yours. 

His arms snake around your waist, pressing your body into his, and he devours you with such ferocity that you need a moment to regain control in your limbs. Once you do, your hands are all over him. One fists the shirt at his back, the other goes into the hair at the nape of his neck and you give it a gentle, tentative pull. The groan that leaves his lips is intoxicating, and you know right then and there that there’s no going back from this. Not tonight, not ever. This is all it took for you to know you’re officially addicted to Cal Kestis. 

He tilts his head to deepen the kiss further, his tongue pressing against your own and pushing both your hips into the counter behind you. You can’t help the low moan that escapes you. Any other day you would have felt embarrassed, but today you don’t care. You’re making out with a kriffin’ Inquisitor and it’s great. As if he could hear your thoughts, Cal gives your bottom lip a nip, starting to leave a trail of bites and licks along your jaw, while his hands slide to the backside of your thighs. Before you can process what he’s doing, you're being lifted onto the free counter space like you weigh nothing, with Cal standing between your legs. One of his hands slowly moves further up your thigh, and your whole body feels like it’s on fire. 

Suddenly, something occurs to you, and with a breathless “wait” you tilt your head to the side to take a breather and try to regain any rational thought you may have left. You’re both panting heavily, and while he looks openly annoyed at your interruption, he places one last kiss on the corner of your mouth, then backs away a bit to let you take a break. 

“What,” he finally says, and it’s less of a question and more of an impatient bark, as you still haven’t said anything.

Your brain is going at a thousand miles an hour, there’s too much input from everywhere, but you still manage to find the words somehow.

“I just- This is- Not that I’m not enjoying this immensely, but… why? All of a sudden?” you ask, finally feeling like you’ve caught your breath again.  

Cal huffs with a slight roll of his eyes, running a hand through his hair, and while you probably should be a little bit offended at his gesture, you’re suddenly way too focused on what you have the chance of witnessing: the way his hair messily falls into his face once he drops his hand. The clear blush adorning his freckled and scarred cheeks, nose and even the tips of his ears. The puffy lips, mouth still parted. The backlighting coming from the main room behind him almost gives him an ethereal glow, making the golden hue in his eyes stand out even more. You commit the image to memory. 

“The bracelet, when I touched it earlier,” he starts explaining, but when he sees you just as dishevelled as him, he decides he can’t be bothered right now. “It’s called psychometry, I’ll explain it to you later.”

With an impatient grunt, he just picks you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Right now there are more pressing matters,” he mumbles into your shoulder.

You realise you’re being carried towards the door that’s always been closed every time you come over. When you both approach, they slide open with a hiss and you’re met with his bedroom, as you’ve always speculated that’s what lies behind it. 

Letting you fall backwards onto his large bed rather unceremoniously, he starts climbing on top of you, but before putting any weight on you, he stops and looks down at you with a serious face. 

“Last chance to back out,” he offers.

You can’t help at chuckle, and grin up at him. 

“As if.”

Your hands shoot up to hold him by the collar. You have no idea where the confidence even comes from at this point.

“I want you, Cal,” you say breathlessly, and that’s all it takes for him to be on top of and all over you again. Let’s just say pancakes and tea aren't the only treats you’ll be getting today.

— — —

A/N 2: inq!cal has a sweet tooth, honk if you agree

A/N 3: where my palitos de la selva gang at B)

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You sat at the edge of the bar of the newest addition to Rambler’s Reach, which was quite the experience in your humble opinion. Lots of interesting people all in one place, you found a bit of entertainment in silently observing the patrons and decor. Just as the bartender, M-6NK, asked you if you’d like another drink, a familiar face to anyone took a seat at the barstool beside you. “This one’s on me, Monk,” the orange-haired man said, “and one for me, too. Thanks.” You peered over and cracked a smirk.

“You look dangerous.” You joked dryly at the Imperial fugitive to your left. “You need something?”

“Just some company.” Cal answered, holding up his glass as an invitation, which you accepted with a clink of your own. “I’m not from around here.” He smiled.

“You wouldn’t want to be.” You began to match his flirtatious energy and became less tense towards the stranger. “I have to say, I am surprised you have time to stop for a drink.”

“I’m making time.”

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Not All Is Lost - Chapter 5

Summary: Saw Gerrera finally enters the scene. Reader and Cal free the Wookies to continue on Cordovas quest...

Warnings: Minor character death, mentions of/brief capture, scars.

Word count: 3.2K

Notes: Im sorry this is such a slow burner! I promise it'll get more interesting soon! Hoping to get more chapters out regularly but school and illness are kicking my ass. The next one is super juicy, it’s building up ya’ll.

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“Woah. Tell me we’re not running that blockade.”

Three Star Destroyers came into view as you slipped out of hyperspace and into the black nothingness above Kashyyyk. They were looming; an overpowering symbol of the Empire’s presence. Greez hadn’t been wrong when he said the Empire was keen. You understood now his reluctance to come here in the first place. 

“Oh only as a last resort. I’ve rigged the Mantis’ transponder to emit Imperial signals.” Cere told Cal, “Hey Greez?”

“Yeah?”

“Keep your power signature low and act like we belong. And kid, keep an eye on the scanners,”

“Just like Bracca. No sweat.”

Cal reached up to modulate the power signature, but Greez slapped him away. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could practically see him rolling his eyes. He scolded Cal briefly before returning to trying his best at flying casual. As the Mantis began to crawl past another Star Destroyer and inch closer to the Jungle Planet, leaning forward, you squinted at the scanners. 

“I don’t see anything.”

“They’re occupied with something else on the ground.” Cere said from behind you, “We’re clear.”

The Mantis descended down into the swarm of green, and it was obvious that even on the surface, there was a heavy imperial presence. With stormtroopers stationed at every landing point, you were  forced to scour the planet for a more discreet place to land. The sky was thick with industrial smog, and swaths of Kashyyyk’s ancient wroshyr trees had been cut away with nothing but upturned dirt and ash. You all continued your flightpath towards an enormous tree in the distance. It dwarfed the rest of the forest. Surrounded by mountains it reached out high and far across Kashyyyk, its green leaves a painted signal of hope and security. The Origin Tree was the most sacred place to the wookies, many made treks to the top to prove their honour, strength and bravery. And it would soon wither. If the imperials got their hands on it. As Greez prepared to land, a Tie Interceptor ship roared past - a second ship in hot pursuit. The Mantis shook violently as it was thrown slightly from its axis. Greez clutched onto the steering wheel as he hauled the ship back into place, cutting off the warning sirens that screamed in his ears. 

“That was a close one, kid! Aren’t you supposed to be watching the monitors?”

“Guerrilla fighters! Wookiees and off-worlders ambushing an Imperial convoy. “ You yelled back to him, fiddling with the silver controls on the scanners to try and get a better view at what was happening in front of you. To your left Cal was hopelessly flicking switches, trying to tap into a feed in hope of learning some more useful intel. 

“Walkers approaching their position.” Cere said as she monitored the ground. 

“Tarfful could be with them.” Cal said hopefully.

“Tarrful could be anywhere!” Greez retorted, “Like deep in the ground, like we’re gonna be if we get caught in that battle down there.”

Cal glared at him, brows downturned and mouth slightly agape,“We don’t have any other options, and…and they’ll die without our help. “

“So what’s your plan?” Cere asked.

“Sabotage.” He shrugged as he rose from his seat, you used the force to pull your saber to you from where it rested on the table before attaching it to your hip as you followed him, “We used to scrap walkers on Bracca. I’ll just jack one.”

Greez let out a loud, high pitched laugh, “Ha! Get a load of the kid. He thinks we’re back in the Clone Wars!” His face dropped however when Cere told him to get near the walkers. Cal let out a smug grin and Cere was hot on your tail as you made your way to the main room of the Mantis. The hatch of the ship hissed open and you were swarmed by the blistering winds that raged around outside. With the door open, the fighting from below became amplified. As you peered over the side of the metal frame, Cal already hesitantly inching his way towards the edge, Cere gripped your arm firmly.

“Do me a favour. Stay alive down there?”

A smile creeps across your face, “I can’t make any promises.”

You turn and take the plunge off the side of the ship, and are engulfed in water. 

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Cal emerges slightly after you, his hair thick with a sheen of water. BD-1 takes his place on Cal’s shoulder as you swim towards the walker, its monstrous frame causing the water to ripple and upturn as it trudges towards the land. From down here, the fog was even more suffocating, the mountains barely recognizable through it. The sky erupted in flashes of colour as a Tie was shot down, crashing into the side of the nearest walker. It careened dangerously to the side as the shrapnel from the ship flung into the water. When you got close enough, you grabbed onto the vines that traversed the side of the armoured transport and began to haul yourself up. You swung side to side with the momentum of the vehicle. You wondered how long these walkers had been here. The condition of them suggested that they could have been the ones used in the Clone Wars, muddy and battle worn, however you couldn’t be 100% sure. Once you had finished scaling the top of the walker, and a blast from a nearby rebel ship took out the trooper guarding the hatch before he could see you, you found yourself quickly inside the transport. It was dimly lit, only illuminated by a red light that stretched the length of the cavity, it very much resembled an imperial base. You walked through the passage, your back hunched. Cal peeled up the vent door above you. You counted three- no. Four, troopers. The fourth one was lying on the ground. Unmoving. With a nod of your partner’s head, the pair of you leaped through the vent. It didn’t take them long to notice the humming of your sabers. Armed with electrostaffs, they swung violently at your heads, but it only took the pair of you to cut them down leaving them discarded next to their fallen comrade. You moved towards the pilot’s compartment, where the sounds of battle had distracted them enough that they never noticed the Jedi in their midst.  BD-1 hopped onto their dashboard. The stormtroopers looked at him, confused, then Cal smashed their helmets together. The two pilots toppled to the ground, out cold. 

“Can’t believe that actually worked.”

BD let out a series of proud beeps and you let out a chuckle as you slid into one of the seats.

“Okay...uh, throttle…” Cal murmured to himself as he tried to figure out how to control the AT-AT. A holo of a trooper fizzled onto the dashboard. 

“”Report! What’s happening over there? You’re in violation of Imperial protocol Z-207. Stand down or we won’t hesi – “

“Can you shut that guy up?” 

You stared at the buttons before you. They were different to the ones back on the Mantis, however they had some resemblance to some Jedi transports that you were trained to use back when you were a padawan. You flicked the red switch on your left and the connection shut off. 

“Let’s do this,” You grab hold of the lever and slide it forwards. The walker judders onwards. You  turned the walker toward another, unsuspecting AT-AT, and Cal unleashed a salvo of firepower. Unprepared for the attack, the AT-AT went down quickly. He let out a celebratory whoop as you pressed forwards and began terminating the imperials on the platform below, turning what would have been a mass loss for the rebels into a win. Suddenly, there was a knock on the windshield. A man wearing green body armour – definitely not imperial – had swung down on to the walker. 

“Hey! Who are you?”

“Someone who just brought an AT-AT to the table. Who are you?”

“Someone making the Empire angry.” He said “We’re advancing on an Imp landing pad up ahead, wouldn’t mind fire support. “

“Copy that,” You said as he swung away from the windshield and back to the frantic action below. You turned the deadly vehicle toward the landing pad, “Let’s make them even angrier.”

The AT-AT marched inexorably on, blasting away Imperial defences until they were reduced to ash and fragments of what they were before. Eventually, an Imperial shuttle flew out to stop your pursuit – hardly nimble vehicles, the AT-AT and shuttle simply stood and exchanged fire. The walker took heavy damage, but the shuttle’s shielding gave out first. It’s fiery wreckage hurtled directly at the pair of you.

“Kriff!” Cal yelled, “Can you do anything?”

BD trilled and you shook your head, frantically searching for an ejector seat or an emergency shut down. But nothing. The walker buckled and lurched forwards as the shuttle ploughed straight into the front of it. The glass spiderwebbed. You were thrown from your seat, skidding backwards until your head hit the wall. You groaned and braced yourself for another jolt. The AT-AT crumpled to the ground and Cal was tossed next to you at the back of the cockpit. The entire front of the walker had caved in, where you were sitting mere moments ago now a fiery mess. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

“You just wrecked a perfectly good walker.” The man in front of you was tall, well built and quite young. Perhaps not far from his thirtieth birthday. Despite his appearance he was soft spoken and a clear leader. “ You got names?”

You introduced yourselves to him, he took them in with a tentative nod, extending his hand for you to shake. “Saw Gerrera. What are you doing on Kashyyyk?”

“Looking for somebody.” You told him. The three of you began to walk towards what was once an imperial landing pad. Around you were other rebels attending to the wounded. “What are you doing here?”

“My companions and I came to Kashyyyk to disrupt Imperial supply lines.”

Overhead , the Mantis touched down. Cal gave them a wave and the group of you, along with a handful of Saw’s insurgents made your way towards it.

“So, who are you looking for?”

“A Wookie Chieftain named Tarfful.” 

“Tarfful is impossible to find. There’s a reason he’s evaded the Empire this long. “

“He’s a freedom fighter?”

“He’s THE freedom fighter. A symbol of the Wookiee resistance, striking at the Empire from the Shadowlands. “ 

Cere and Greez exited the Mantis and were quickly introduced to Saw by Cal.

“What do you want with Tarfful?” He asked as he furrowed his brow.

“Jedi business.”

“The Jedi are dead. “

“Not all of them.” You extend your saber for him to see, detaching it from the loop on your belt. It glistened under the sun which made it easy to see all of the intricate carvings and dips in the metal. Much like you, Cal too held his saber in front of him, as if to further prove a point. 

“You get those off of corpses?”

Cal glared at Saw, his eyes like piercing daggers, “My master gave it to me.” 

The pair of you replaced your weapons back in their hilts as a brief, but awkward moment filled with hatred and grief passed between the five of you.

“ This pad supports an Imperial refinery that runs on Wookiee slave labor. Intel suggests that some of the captives there are guerrilla fighters.” Saw told you.

“We should help them. One of them might know how to contact Tarfful.” You said.

~~~~~~~~~~

A shrill scream cut through you. The all too familiar, purple haze of the purge troopers electro-staff pulsed before you as it cut through two Partisans. They laid crumpled on the floor as the armoured warrior turned to you. Though his face was covered by his helmet, you could see the smug, shit-eating grin on his face. Your lightsaber was quickly ignited and in your hand as you took a defensive position next to Cal. The trooper twirled his staff.

“Jedi? This is what I've trained for.”

He lunged forward and struck in an arc towards Cal, who’s saber quickly parried the attack and pushed him back in the direction he came. You took a running leap at him with your lightsaber held high before striking him on his right shoulder. His grip faltered as he staggered back briefly. His moment of weakness didn’t last long however, as he quickly slammed his staff on the ground, knocking him to the ground. The three of you were lithe as you danced across the room, each making skilled attacks that were easily blocked. You thought that perhaps if the purge trooper had been force sensitive then perhaps he would have made a great jedi knight, but then again arrogance was never much tolerated in the order, and he would have more than likely ended up as he was now; a discarded heap of nothingness. 

The pair of you continued through the refinery, using the passageway Saw unlocked for you. Resistance was stiff, and you even encountered a second Purge Trooper, as well as errant wyyyschock that clambered through the new openings in the refinery’s walls, but ultimately your Jedi training prevailed. Your power was growing. After relentlessly forcing your way through the compound, you finally made it to the Wookie’s cellblock. It’s dark and all of the walls are consumed by metal bars. When a Wookie growls, seeking Cal’s attention, he squats down next to him as you fiddle with the buttons to begin opening the doors, BD giving input from his perch on your shoulder.

“Hey. We’re here to free you. You’re not alone.���

Behind you, a blast door slid open and a massive Imperial security droid stode in and picked Cal up roughly by the back of his shirt. It threw him across the terminal and he tumbled across the ground. The droid turned to you as you drew your lightsaber. 

“Visitation is not permitted.” It reached for you with its iron grip but you rolled underneath its arms, slicing its legs when you passed. The droid stumbled forwards into Cal’s saber before crumpling to the floor. The blue of Cal’s saber dimmed as he returned it to its holster and went back to the task at hand, you kept your focus trained on the blast doors. After a moment of fidgeting with the Imperial terminal, the cell doors shuddered open with a groan and at least a dozen wookies clambered out, roaring gratefully. One of them wrapped you in a tight hug. You chuckled. 

“Glad to help,”

Some of the Wookiees pried open the main door to the prison area, where a group of Partisans were waiting for them, led by the woman who helped map the entire operation: Mari Kosan. She raised her blaster triumphantly, with her face lit up in a grin.

“Who’s ready to fight some imps?!”.

~~~~~~~

The way back to the ship had been even more eventful than the one from it. Once you had freed the wookies you had to weave your way back through the refinery, defeat a walker and a platoon of troops, slightly downhearted that you were unsuccessful in finding Tarfful. Not all hope was lost however. One of the wookies you had freed, Choyyssyk, who was part of Tarful’s crew but ended up getting captured on a mission, agreed to help the pair of you find the Chieftain, however it could take some time. You were also stopped by Saw Gerrera. He had asked you to join his cause but as much as you wanted to, you  couldn’t abandon your mission. The entire future of the Jedi depended on you and Cal. You could tell he was disappointed, but he nodded and informed you that they had found the safest route into the Shadowlands, should you ever need it. The Partisans were sad to see the Jedi go as you followed Cal into a dark metal elevator, and began your descent. Cere commed in.

“I’ve been monitoring Imperial communications and I picked up something. Project Auger has been reactivated. The Empire may be close to finding another Zeffo tomb.”

“Looks like we still have work to do.”

BD-1 beeped in agreement then the three of you continued, now entering a labyrinthine basement of the refinery. 

It was Cal’s voice that broke the silence between you.

“You think Saw and the others will be okay?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, even though through the force their future was clouded, “He’s been fighting for so long…He knows what he’s doing.”

Cal hummed.

“D’you know that during the clone wars he was trained by the Jedi?”

He turned and furrowed his brows.

“During the Clone Wars, when Onderon became part of the Confederacy, he formed a movement to take back control of the system. He sent to the temple for help and they sent a handful of clones and Jedi including General Skywalker to help train them,” you saw him visibly tense at the mention of the former Jedi. “His younger sister Steela was appointed leader after some time and eventually they faced the separatists in the capital. The jedi weren’t allowed to intervene and Saw was tortured. They won, eventually, and he was appointed as their leader.”

“What happened to Steela.”

“She was killed.” There was a brief pause before you continued. “But he didn’t give up. Everything the Empire takes from us only makes us stronger. Each injustice spurs others to join our cause and spurs us to work harder. These have been hard years, Cal.  We’ve lost comrades, friends, family, to the Empire. These are dark times., and yet the fire still burns. Hope…still burns. The Jedi are not yet lost. We are not yet lost. You’ve seen what the Empire has done to Kashyyyk and yet they are not yet lost. He knows that sacrifices must be made…and so must we. Sometimes it seems that we know that better than everyone.”

You rubbed your arm subconsciously, running your fingers along the scar that ran from the inside of your elbow to the centre of your right palm. It had been a deep wound; cauterised as soon as it had been given. You finally exited the refinery. The Mantis, it’s crew and a ragtag group of wookies were waiting for you on the platform. You watched as Cere relaxed, knowing the two of you were safe.

“Good to see you back two in one piece. Mari Kosan contacted us. We know you couldn’t find Tarfful.”

Your eyes found the floor near your feet. You didn’t need to be reminded. 

Greez rolled his eyes and layered his voice thick with sarcasm, “I love risking our lives for nothing. It’s fantastic.”

“It wasn’t for nothing. Mari and Choyyssyk will come through.” Cal told him.

“I like your optimism. We could all use a little of that now and then.” 

“Hey, I’m a positive guy, too. I’m positive that if I die, I’ll be very upset.” Greez said. You couldnt help the smile that crept onto your face. 

Cere placed a hand on your shoulder. “You did good, Kid. We might not have found Tarfful yet, but you saved lives today. Don’t forget that.”

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Kiss Of Darkness

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Being a senator and cal one of your most trusted protectors turned to the dark side but his love for you was the only holding him back so he came to you begging you to go with him but he also wasn't taking a no for an answer.

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Of Ash and Traitors Update!!

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An Unexpected Visit (Cal Kestis x Mechanic!Reader)

Summary: You find a little metal friend in your lonely workshop on Koboh and you have no idea where he came from. The answer to that question brings you more hope than you thought it would.

Warnings: Small blood mention.

Words: 3.8k

Note: Thought I'd post a little something while I work on the next few chapter of BoP! Pretty sure this is gender neutral, but if im wrong don't hesitate to point it out!!

Koboh was a hot planet to live on even on its coldest days. There was no such thing as frost here, and snow was out of the question. The native population of the planet was used to it, buildings designed to keep out the sweltering air and clothes made of the thinnest materials.

You, however, hated it.

You’d been warned the planet was warm, but no one had quite mentioned how high the temperature really was. You regretted trusting the Ihi Tib that had brought you here more than anything, but you’d used up all your credits on that trip and there was no way in hell to make that money again to leave, not while working here.

You longed for Habo, the little planet you’d decided against in favor of this one. No raiders, no empire soldiers, just nature and its shy inhabitants. No droids either, but there wasn’t any here either, so you didn’t care. Sometimes, you dreamt of reaching its lush forests and mountains and feeling cold drops of rain on your skin.

The metal roofing of your shop did you no good either, heat waves often visible above it. Its only room felt like a furnace even at the best of times, and you weren’t a stranger to the feeling of sweat-soaked clothes sticking to you uncomfortably anymore.

You tinkered with a metal detector that some prospector had brought to you, taking the opportunity of the night’s barely detectable coolness to work on a project. Apparently, it had stopped functioning properly after it’d been dropped into a chasm. By the looks of it, you were surprised it even was in one piece. Well, mostly in one piece. Maybe the revenue you’d make from this might be able to pay for new boot soles, yours having almost completely disintegrated because of the burning sand that covered the entire region.

The only sound in your workshop was the harsh grating of your screwdriver against the detector’s metal, as you tried to pry open its chassis. The thing just wouldn’t budge, and you considered whether the boots were even worth it.

A whistling sound startled you, the old screwdriver slipping and taking a chunk out of your palm. You swore and tugged a rare oil-free cloth from the toolbox beside you, hitting your head on your work lamp in the process and swearing again. You pressed the cloth against the wound to stop the bleeding and looked towards the open room to determine where the whistling had come from. The door to the shop was locked, you’d triple-checked it while closing. Was this one of the raider lackeys trying to draw you outside again? You’d fallen for it exactly once and promptly learned not to investigate strange noises you might hear outside, but this sounded like a mechanical whistle, not a breathing being.

The strange whistling sounded again, this time from behind you. You spun on your heels, tied the cloth around your hand, and reached for the rusty rebar you kept by your workstation. Nothing seemed amiss at first glance. Had you imagined the sound? Maybe the heat was getting to you, you hadn’t refilled your water canister since this morning. Dehydration hallucinations were rare for you, but you’d still had your fair share, especially when you’d just arrived to Koboh. Getting used to this planet had been a challenge.

Suddenly a flash of red and white crossed the room, hiding behind a wooden bin you used to store your own unfinished projects. The whistle came again, followed by a few beeps. A droid, you realized. He’d been speaking binary! You’d hardly recognized it, not having heard it since your arrival. Lots of droids, the Ihi Tib had assured you, the bastard.

“Hey little buddy, can I help you?” you called, slightly lowering the rebar but still holding it tightly with your free hand. A series of beeps followed in response. It was mostly unintelligible, but you could make out the meaning of some of it.

“Yeah, I’m the mechanic here, do you need something fixed?”

A scared whistle. You crouched, putting down the rebar at reaching distance from your hands.

“I’ve let go of the iron, I won’t hurt you as long as you don’t hurt me, deal?”

You received no response, but the droid tentatively stepped out from its hideout. It was a cute one, you thought, a little flat head and cubical body supported by its two lanky legs. You could see his eyes focusing and zooming on you, no doubt examining you for any sign of aggression. You raised your hands as a peace gesture, and he stepped closer. He emitted a green light from his position. You laughed at the sudden scan but didn’t move.

From up close, you could see the damage he carried. The side of his left leg was blackened as if burnt, and its small body had a gaping hole that revealed his inner components. No wonder he’d been scared, one more hit and he’d be fried. He looked mostly intact on the inside, but you’d need him in your hands to determine if that was the case. You went to speak but got cut off by the loud noise of your door slamming shut behind you.

“Beedee, I told you to wait while I left to find a spare-”

You squealed at the man’s voice, grabbing the piece of rebar again, wincing as it rubbed against your clothed palm, and jumped to your feet.

A man stood at the entrance of your shop, only a few feet from you. You shakily held up the rebar between the two of you as a threat, the droid incoherently beeping behind you and hitting you with his little leg. You ignored him, and the intruder raised his hands, showing you that they were empty. You could see a metal baton at his side and a pistol strapped to his thigh, but he wasn’t reaching for them despite the threat of your rebar.

“Whoa, easy,” he exclaimed rapidly, “I’m not here to attack you!”

“What do you want?” you called, “Shop’s closed at this hour.” It was fairly late in the night, and not many people were still up at this time apart from you. No one with good intentions, at least.

He took a less defensive stance, increasingly unimpressed at your choice of weapon, or your unsteady hold of it. “My name’s Cal, I’m just here for beedee.” He gestured to the droid. “Come on buddy, we’ve got to get back to Greez.”

The cantina’s owner?

“How do you know Greez?” you asked with narrowed eyes. You’d never seen this man, and he’d never been around here. News spread fast in a village this small, you would’ve heard about it in less than a day. The cantina sometimes welcomed suspicious or dangerous individuals, and you wondered if this new guy was one of them.

“It’s a… long story. I’m just visiting. Beedee, let’s go.”

You examined the man closer, as he was clearly only interested in the droid. Now that the adrenaline had mostly run its course, your mind pointed out how attractive the man was. Sure, his armor-looking leather garments looked like they had seen better days, but it was hard to ignore his soft-swept hair, scatter of freckles and sharp jawline that his stubble didn’t quite manage to hide, not to mention his lean yet muscled build.

The droid, beedee, didn’t make a move to leave. Instead, he pushed into your leg again and emitted a series of noises you couldn’t understand.

“Is he always this unclear or is my binary just rusty?” you asked the man hesitantly, keeping the rebar in hand and taking a few steps back to put space in between the two of you.

“He got shot in the middle of a fight, his vocabulator got damaged,” he said. Your grip on the metal tightened. A fight? “I was going to fly to a relay point to find him a new one, but this guy,” he shot a reproachful look at the droid, “Won’t stay put long enough for me to go.”

The droid continued his monologue. The only word you could make out was ‘Mechanic’.

“I’m a mechanic, beedee, is that why you came to see me?”

He near-violently nodded his head.

“I’m sorry he disturbed you, like I said, we need the new component to fix it.” Cal said, shrugging.

You crouched and took a closer look. You could view the injured piece now, its main area intact but its outer edge clearly burnt out. You shook your head. “You don’t need a new one, actually.”

Cal looked at you like you’d grown a third head. “Have you seen the chip? That thing is as good as dead.”

“Not if you reroute the circuit towards his internal commlink instead.”

He blinked. “You’ve worked on droids before?” he asked cautiously.

You nodded. “It’s what I trained for as a teen on my home planet, but I had the great luck of finding a dishonest pilot who promised me there were a lot of droids here.” You gestured to your near empty workshop, embarrassed. “As you can see, not quite the reality of the area. The only ones here are those the raiders keep, and I’ve made it quite clear to them on multiple occasions that they could shove it. Being on their bad side isn’t the greatest, but at least I’m not helping them loot and kill people. Used to work on ships too and loved that, but those are also lacking here.”

He looked at you as if evaluating your body language. You weren’t exactly hard to read; you wore your emotions quite visibly. “Why haven’t you left?” he asked.

“A droid mechanic on a droid-less planet doesn’t exactly have the revenue to jump on a hyperspace voyage. Maybe in a couple years, but at this rate the raiders will have found any stash of money I could keep. Anyways! what I’m trying to say is I can fix beedee if you want.” The droid beeped approvingly from where he stood, jumping up and down in triumph.

Cal seemed to weigh the risks. You didn’t blame him, some unknown mechanic on a near empty outer rim planet didn’t exactly inspire confidence, but you knew you could make the repairs easily.

“Alright,” he said defeatedly, “but if a single electrical filament is damaged, I’ll know, and you won’t get a cent.”

You shrugged, his threat not scaring you. The droid already had enough injuries as is, you weren’t planning on adding to them.

Beedee jumped up to the worktable you’d been working at earlier and you pushed aside the metal detector with a wince. The movement pulled on your palm painfully. The droid didn’t miss your reaction and pushed on your injured hand with a foot.

“Just a cut, little guy, nothing to worry about.” You said, perhaps unconvincingly. The screwdriver you’d used was a bit rusty, and you knew you should get a bacta patch to keep an infection from spreading, but you couldn’t afford one. You’d wash it out with water later and hope for the best.

The droid didn’t miss a beat at words and a little vial was suddenly flung up in the air. You didn’t manage to catch it, not having the reaction time you might have with more rest and water in you, but a calloused hand caught it before it could hit the ground. Cal stood next to you, offering the tube in an open hand

“A stim?” you exclaimed, picking it up and examining it, “I haven’t seen one of those in years, they cost a fortune.” You glanced towards Cal.  “I’m not sure the cut warrants using one.” you added.

The man just folded his arms and leaned against the table. “If beedee says you need one, I wouldn’t argue, or else you’ll be arguing with him all night.” he said.

You mumbled a soft thank you as you injected the stim, your hands already feeling much better after only a few seconds. You took off the cloth and despite the dark red that coated your hand, the cut had all but disappeared, leaving only a thin pink line behind. You scrubbed the dry blood off as best you could and turned towards the droid again.

He sat in front of you, presenting his exposed wiring. You picked up your smallest welder and started working, self-conscious of your beat-up tools. You could feel Cal leaning in with each detailed movement you made, unquestionably watching the process to learn how to do it himself. You worked as diligently as you could despite your focus trailing occasionally to the man that held close to your side. The slight reprieve the night air provided seemed gone, his warmth seeping into your skin.

It wasn’t a complicated job, you just needed to reroute the processor to the commlink to translate the droid’s processes into clear binary code to then bypass the burnt translator located on the edge of the vocabulator. It was a trick that was specific to this type of vocabulator though, so it wasn’t a well-known process.

You finished with the rerouting, satisfied by the clear binary beedee could now emit as he properly introduced himself to you. And idea shot through you and you slipped out from Cal’s side to reach for your spare parts bin. You rummaged through it for a moment, the droid sending you a questioning whistle.

“Wait a minute! I know I’ve got it somewhere here…” you grumbled. “Ah-ah! Here it is.”

You held out a grey piece of thin durasteel as you sauntered back to the waiting duo, grabbing your heat gun along the way. “I think I can give you a temporary fix for your casing, let me just… There! It doesn’t match your colors, but it should do the trick.” You slid a newly shaped metal plate over the spot where the casing had melted away, grinning at its sturdiness. “This won’t fix it forever; I’d need a little more time to make an entirely new one and to make it the right color, but this should keep your components safe for a while!”

BD-1, as you now knew him, spun around in circles as he tried to check out his new part. You took out a small mirror from a drawer and held it up to him so he could see. He let out a string of excited beeps and whistles, repeatedly asking Cal to look at his ‘cool looking patch’. You glanced to the man on your side and discovered him watching you intently with a small smile. You felt your cheeks heating under his stare and scuttled back a few steps.

“Uhm, I hope this all works out until you’re able to find new parts, you guys! I could get started on a new custom permanent case too, so beedee doesn’t lose his usual flair.” BD-1 whistled in approval. “Shouldn’t take me more than a few days, maybe 5 at most, if you’re interested.”

Cal nodded, his intense gaze not faltering. “I think that’d be perfect. How much for today’s work?”

“Oh no, consider it as a repayment for that stim and for the opportunity to work on a droid again. Honestly, I had forgotten how much more interesting it is than working on the prospectors’ tools. As for the pickup, if I’m not here when you come back to get it, that means I’ve gone out to trade for parts. I’ll leave the finished casing in this drawer here,” you pointed to the right one, “and you seem to know how to get past the locks. Just close it back up when you leave!”

He laughed at the remark and thanked you for your work on BD-1. The droid gave you a sharp farewell whistle despite its clear disappointment at having to leave already. He climbed onto Cal’s back as the man moved toward your shop’s door.

“Hey,” you called, “if you come around this corner of the galaxy again after picking up beedee’s casing, don’t hesitate to swing by! It’s always nice seeing someone new.”

He turned on his feet, walking backwards for a few steps. “I have a feeling we’ll see each other again, don’t worry.” He winked at you, leaving you at a loss for words, and turned back to walk through the door.

After you calmed your elevated heartbeat, you locked up after him, deciding the two unexpected guests were enough for one night. You leaned back against the door and sighed. Maybe you should’ve accepted the money. Cal seemed like a nice guy, but Koboh was getting harder every day. Habo was still on your mind, but you’d settle for anything other than this damn planet. Kriff, you’d even be willing to join a crew of wandering space pirates if that meant you actually got to do something other than retrieve and fix the same old tools over and over again. Maybe one day luck would favor you, you thought, or maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

-- 9 days later ---

The walk back from trading was always exhausting. The prospectors that held the best materials were currently residing on a high cliff that hid a cave’s opening. Getting up there was arduous, but if you left early enough it was manageable despite the climbing you had to do. By the time you made the trek back, however, there was no escaping the sun’s rays, and the only thing keeping your hands from the burning rocks as you scaled down the cliff was an almost ruined pair of leather gloves. They wouldn’t last another climb, you thought, and neither would your boots.

You’d have to find something to barter with the one villager who made most of the prospectors’ equipment. You didn’t even have money for food this week, but you’d make do, like you always did. Maybe you’d go back to the cantina tonight to offer maintenance on Greez’s bartender droid. His cantina was apparently bringing in more customers this week, so maybe you could find some other work there too.

You were also looking forward to hearing more of the village gossip. You’d heard rumors of a Jedi taking down raiders all over the region when you’d gone for a drink the night before but given that the source of that information was Turgle, you were far from convinced. A Jedi would be hunted down in a minute by the Empire, especially if they used their famed weapon and left witnesses. The fisherman you sometimes saw hanging around the streams, Skoova, had however confirmed that there was indeed a newcomer hunting down raiders for sport.

He hadn’t been very talkative, only describing him as a short-haired man of average height that fought in a poncho. You didn’t know how you felt about someone wearing a poncho on a desert planet, though you did find humor at the idea of the raiders getting their ass kicked by some new guy in a raincoat. Either way, if there was a chance that this not-a-Jedi-even-though-Turgle-says-he-is guy had arrived here by ship, you wanted to find out more no matter his unusual taste in clothing.

You entered your workshop after the long walk back from the prospectors, bracing for the intolerable heat of your metal cage. You stored what little you’d brought back in its rightful place and dragged your feet to your worktable, ready to start working on another tool a prospector had given you to fix. You remembered distantly that Cal still hadn’t swung by to pick up BD-1’s new case.

You peeked inside the drawer and found it empty of the custom case. There were a few credits in there, thankfully enough to cover the material you’d used for the case, plus a couple more. Despite the much-needed money, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Of course, the one day you left your workshop had to be the one when he decided to come here. You sighed and pushed the drawer away, rubbing your eyes with your palms, hoping (and doubting) that he would visit again. You didn’t even know what region of Koboh he was from, you didn’t recognize his accent at all.

A glimpse of white caught your eye before the drawer shut completely. You reached towards the unknown object and found a folded note that you were sure hadn’t been in therebefore you left. You opened it and didn’t immediately recognize the handwriting.

-

Thank you for the case, BD-1 is practically begging for a couple more designs (to match my ‘rizz’ - I have no idea what that means. He convinced me to wear an old grey poncho I had just so we matched and I fear giving in to the different colored cases will be the start of a slippery slope, but how could I say no to the little guy?)

I’ve gone off-track – What I mean to tell you is that if you still want to leave Koboh, there will be a ship (it’s mine) at the landing pad until 1500 tomorrow. Bring what you need, but I have all the essentials on board. Food and water I mean, and maybe I have a spare toothbrush somewhere too?

Anyway. We’ll figure it out.

I can drop you off somewhere if you want, but I wouldn’t mind a mechanic on board if you’re interested. Can’t guarantee regular hours or absolute safety but hey, still more interesting than metal detectors, right?

This might be my last visit to Koboh in a while.

P.S.: BD-1 wants you to know you’re the only one allowed to fix his leg, and that he ‘requires you on board’. His words, not mine. He shot an electric dart at the last person who tried to repair it (me).

Cal

-

You couldn’t help but let out a loud celebratory shout as you read. He had a ship, and you were finally getting out of here! No more prospectors whining at the time it took to fix their tools, no bedlam raiders trying to kick through your door in the middle of the night, no need to refill your water supply from the well that stood well over a mile away.

You’d happily make BD-1 a thousand little metal outfits to match Cal’s ponchos if he wanted-

Your mind screeched to a stop. Hadn't that been the outfit Skoova mentioned?

You remembered what Turgle said about the second newcomer, the one he had called a Jedi. You didn’t remember ever reading about that order using guns, but… Cal had been carrying another weapon. The metal handle, you now realized, that was hanging at his side.

Oh kriff.

Had the idea while building the BD-1 Lego set. I meant for this to be just a little 1k meet-cute oneshot, Of course, me being me, i wrote 5k. Edited it a little, and it's as short as I can tolerate lmao

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