#I just want cal in a poncho please

[dhajetii]

This damn frog. GIVE ME MY PONCHO YOU FAT BOUNCY BUMPY PIECE OF SHIT

[stealingpotatoes]

Cal's drunk search history must just be an increasingly desperate series of questions about if his ponchos know he loves them.

"Can ponchos feel love?"

"How to tell ponchos I love them"

"Ponchos please let me love you"

cal: what no you can't look at my computer merrin: why? cal, who really doesn't want her to see his drunk poncho search history: because of uh. like all the um-- porn?

[wrencatte]

I’m going to die here…

I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die!

Please someone put me out of my misery.

Someone save me.

          Let me die. Let me die. Please let me die.

Rotting. Rotting. Under – under my skin – crawling – eating – under, under, skin –

I didn’t do anything. Please. Please.

                                                I’m so hungry.

The walls – the walls – stop – stop –

                                                                                                Water…water –

He’s missing for only a few hours before they find him.

This is a few hours too many.

Curled up in a tiny ball, legs tucked under his poncho protectively, he almost blends in with the shadows. If it weren’t for the undercurrent of despair in his signature like a homing beacon in the Force, Cere thinks she would’ve missed him completely. It’s a far cry from the laughter in the Mantis this morning.

Cere drops into the little room from above. Her landing is loud in the tiny space, yet Cal doesn’t react. He doesn’t even twitch. She shines her torch somewhere near his face, whispering his name – and gets nothing. She ducks down to check for consciousness though the Force is subdued and muted, not that streaking fire that Cal normally is, and her stomach sinks at the sight of a dull, listless stare.

“Oh, Cal,” she breathes.

She brushes his hair from his face, tucking it behind his ears. It’s getting long, she notes. There’s a massive bruise in the middle of his forehead, black-dark already. His lips are red with blood, speckling his chin. She checks under his poncho for more injuries, using the Force to aid her when her eyes fail in the dim light, and finds nothing life-threatening she can sense, so she pinches her torch between her knees and gathers his hands in hers.

They’re cold.

Cere cradles them carefully, inspecting the damage. More blood, caked into his nail beds and under them, glistening on the tips where the skin is rubbed raw. He’s missing nails on his pinky and ring fingers. She glances down and finds smears of red – and white scores in the stonework, and a fingernail laying there oh-so innocently. Her heart aches. What happened to you?

She squeezes his hands rhythmically, partly to keep him warm and partly, partly because this is just something they do, when they’re able, when Cal gets caught up in a drawn-out echo. He likes the anchor to the present, he told them. He never feels it when he’s actually in the echo itself, but it’s always the first thing he’s aware of when he comes out of it. It makes him feel safer, knowing he’s not alone.

This doesn’t look like an echo, but even after all these months she’s nowhere near an expert on psychometry.

“Come back, Cal,” she whispers anyway, his hands so cold and his gaze so empty.

He doesn’t respond.

“Cere,” Merrin hisses from above. “The system will auto-boot soon. The droid cannot stop this one.”

“I’ve got him,” she calls back. Merrin says nothing more, but she sees the Nightsister hover at the edge of the ceiling door, peering down at them with barely hidden anxiety.

Cere is gentle as she gathers Cal into her arms, the Force helping her bear the weight. She doesn’t want to let him go, but she pulls her power close and raises him slowly until he’s high enough for Merrin to take. She double checks that nothing was left behind then follows them up with a Force assisted jump.

Merrin cradles Cal in her arms like he’s something precious, her expression pained and horrified. His eyes are still open, thin slivers of dull green between his eyelashes. His head falls over the crook of Merrin’s arm, exposing his throat in a way that makes Cere swallow thickly. Merrin nudges him until his temple is resting on her shoulder instead, curled up smaller than either of them have ever seen.

“What did they do to you?” Merrin asks, voice low and dangerous, the air sparking green around her. “I will kill them.”

Cere lays a hand on her shoulder. “We take care of Cal first,” she says. Merrin glares at her for a long moment before she reluctantly nods then climbs to her feet. “BeeDee! We have him!”

The droid dashes out of the shadows, whirl-clicking quietly, and clambers up Merrin to perch on her shoulder. His optics flash as he tries to start up his scanner, but they’re too damaged. He bwoops almost silently. It sounds wretched through his ruined speakers.

Cere taps his chassis in reassurance before they're off, alarm blaring loudly behind them. It's too late though. They rush into the Mantis just as the guards mobilize, shouts starting up when they find the guards around the cellblock Cal was in already taken care of.

[honey-dewey]

So I spent the better part of the last three months (how long has it been since they announced Survivor?) absolutely throwing myself into a Cal Kestis cosplay because that’s what I do I guess. You can check it out on Friday on my Insta, honey_dewbear, but as I made the damn thing, I had questions! I noticed things! And I am sharing those things/questions with you all. Because, y’know, reasons. 

90% of his shirt (and presumably pant) seams are felled seams. This is both good and bad. Good because felled seams are incredibly sturdy and more likely to hold up over time, as they should in canon, so someone clearly did their research. Bad because I hate felling seams. It’s tedious and I hate it

I don’t think you all understand how desperately I want to know the canon materials used for Cal’s clothes. I have to know. I have to. I spent an hour looking for suitable fabrics. AN HOUR.

Why. Why. Why does Cal wear one sleeve rolled and the other down? Realistically I know it’s for east tattoo access but like. Roll the other one up too!!!

Cal’s gear padding is actually insulated with quilt batting. It’s very warm. And plush. And makes that leather thing actually comfortable. 

Cal’s sleeves have outer seams instead of inner. This is very annoying. Very very annoying. You can’t hide messy outer seams. 

Someone please tell me how BD-1 is staying on Cal’s back. Because there’s no grip, no straps, no nothing. 

fUCK FELLED SEAMS

Cal- Cal has- on his arm- he has-

Excuse me while I go cry

Words cannot describe how weird this pant material is. It looks like denim? But also canvas duck? I got canvas duck, but like what is it actually made of?????

Cal’s pants have leather patches on his ass. It’s probably to reinforce that commonly-used area. I think it’s just funny. 

There’s a red and blue patch on Cal’s left shoulder that I desperately want to know what it looks like. Does it have words??? What does it say????

Patch update because I found a real reference. It doesn’t say anything. It’s pure gibberish. I’m gonna vote that it’s a patch Cal found for that Huttese band because it’s written in Huttese. 

What the fuck is in all those goddamn canisters he carries around? Are they stims? Caffeine shots? Liquor? 

Someone please explain exactly what every single patch and canister and pouch on Cal’s outfit does/holds. I have to know. For science. 

tHE LITTLE ORANGE WATER BOTTLE MY BELOVED. I DIDNT HAVE ONE BUT ITS MY FAVORITE ACCESSORY PIECE

Unrelated to the costume but the concept art for Cal? Yeah he looks like a child in that. That’s a babey. I can believe that boy is eighteen at best. 

And we’ve come full circle to why the hell does Cal only wear one goddamn glove? AND ITS NOT EVEN HIS SABER HAND. 

The pink poncho is my favorite and I realized it’s the exact same shade of pink as two of the walls at my workplace. Crumbl Cookie Pink Poncho

Cal’s got a broad ass chest. Or maybe I’m just. Not broad-chested

I’m noticing very quickly that there aren’t many reference photos for Cal. Huh. 

Weathering this costume is gonna hurt because each sleeve took me a couple of hours. HOURS. 

Cal’s sleeve/shirt/pant patches are super funny to me because they’re thick and padded and to make them more comfortable for me (and also appropriately thick), I used bright pink fleece because it was what I had lying around. So that’s my new headcanon. Cal’s clothes are padded with a variety of funny colored fleece patches 

Cal has significantly longer proportions than I do (I’m short) and so everything looks absolutely tiny. But nope, it’s all right, I’m just not tall. 

It was at this stage in the game (just under halfway done) that I was debating making Cal’s glove by hand so the fabric would be the same. I will get back to you on whether or not I would soon regret this decision. 

The leather vest piece thing is my favorite part of this costume. It’s so cool!

It also stinks of foam and leather

Does Cal wear his pants cuffed? DOES HE????

Tried to make the glove and gave up immediately. Decided to just use the same one I had for Hera Syndulla. 

Cal’s pants are sectioned in a very odd way that I had a tough time replicating. Mid thigh seams???? I don’t understand.

Cal’s lightsaber is really cool, honestly one of my favorite designs in all of Star Wars, but, uh, how does he clip it to his belt?

We’re back to the fact that he has so many pouches and pockets and I desperately need to know what each one has in it. Does he keep little granola bars? Money? Tools? I have to know!

I’m still, literally still stuck up on what all the little identification rectangles on the shirt/belt/pant pocket are. Do they identify Cal’s clothes as his? Are they for funsies? A guild identification? WHAT ARE THEY?

[namesonboats]

Namesonboats plays Jedi Survivor

MAJOR spoilers post, please beware

Ok me and hubby started playing this weekend and we were so STOKED to start on Coruscant! I've been wanting to go there since forever, these games keep making my dreams come true.

Cal may have a five-day beard but he is still baby.

But where is his poncho?

Who's this Bode dude and HOLY crap I can direct him to kill bucketheads Yeaaaaaah

Oh, Cal. Killing the ninth sister was such an Anakin killing Dooku moment. Oh, sweet baby. (I was sure I'd already killed her in the last game lol)

I found a beard in a box LMAO I love this game

I FOUND THE MULLET baaahaha

Completionist whore forced her husband to backtrack just to unlock a shortcut, hahaha (can't stand green stuff on my map must unlock)

Still dying a lot from falling lol. Poor BD-1.

My reaction when I got the new jacket:

[tremendouskoalachild]

Jedi Survivor bingo!

decided to make my own, inspired by this post. went with all different options, except for the ponchos for obvious reasons. they're a combination of things i think will happen, things i want to happen, things i desperately don't want to happen and random wildcards. elaboration under the cut :)

merrical kiss - pretty sure this one is not 100% confirmed, but it feels like a safe choice. unless multiple devs and writers have been lying to us that is

imperial deserter - type of storyline unexplored by the first game, maaaybe set up by the tie-in book?

greez kidnapped - guy still has gambling debts as per the book and i think it would be funny, as well as a rescue mission serving as a cool inversion of the arena escape in fo

trilla mention - they fucking better

cere leaves - from the book and trailers it kinda seems like that might be a direction they're going with her story. could be an impactful ending (other than her straight up dying)

coruscant mission endgame - going to the imperial capital reminds me of the nur mission in the ballsiness department. at the very least i doubt that part will be replayable

ninth sister return - my girl got dropped off a tree and we never saw the body. i have a good feeling about this one

new eno message - maybe something triggers bd's memory banks, idk

merrin makes a friend - she deserves it and so do i

cal dead - yeah 99% not gonna happen but what's a bingo card without batshit options. i live on the edge

reference to obiwan show - takes place at the same-ish time and the show ripped off was inspired by the first game's ending. maybe a mention of why vader's too busy for us?

merrin-centric mission - she deserves it and so do i

ponchos - free space basically. there's no way they don't give us ponchos (right??)

ilyana mention - she's only mentioned in a couple voice lines so idk. but if they're going for the merrical romance then i could see merrin talking to cal in a cutscene

take back mantis mission - could be cool. maybe the ship gets stolen by pirates or taken by the empire idk. fun gameplay potential

bounty hunter nemesis - we've had inquisitors as recurring antagonists. maybe set up by the book

jaro flashback - feels safe. probably not the traumatic survivor's guilt visions from the first game though

alderaan - not extremely likely but i love visiting in swtor and obviously it is not an option in a lot of the timeline. it's a beautiful planet and the first game was so great with exploring pretty environments

dathomir discussion - merrin development please. also the planet's cool by itself. we kinda killed everyone in fo so what's up now

new inquisitor - i always want new cringefail darksiders. but it seems the second game is moving away from that so idk

section without bd - feels safe just for the gameplay variety. but maybe they won't wanna retread the arena mission from fo

koboh is done - having a safe haven under the empire can't last long

the crew gets along - i can hope right

greez gets a new hobby - i love the plants but is the garden gonna be enough for our recovering gambling addict? can we make collectibles out of recipe ingredients?

cere discusses the jedi - seems important to her story. hoping for a cere/merrin cutscene or several gameplay scenes

[simpingwriter]

Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'In the Name of Love' pt.7

A/N: sorry for taking this long...but this has the length of nearly !4! Regular chapters of mine...so if we think that way, I have been posting relatively regularly...just not publicly ����

I decided to post everything at once, despite me going to be in obvious mental peril at the end of editing this doorstopper today next week (by writing this edit)💀

Let's hope I didn't fuck up too badly in the 2nd edit...

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: approx. 11.000 Words

(Pre-Edit me: Kill me now-)

(Post-Edit me: Great now I am crying again.)

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It's only on your slow way back to the Mantis that you see the actually quite notable limp in Cal's step. How did you not see that sooner, what kind of horrible…person he seems to like…are you?!

"You're hurt!" You exclaimed shook, immediately putting an arm out to stop him from further walking away. The Town was still basically deserted with the shoot out just a few minutes old, the streets were quiet and only you two were left within the bodies of the Bounty Hunters. Clearly they did mess with the wrong people, not the other way around.

"It's fine, we got bacta cream and patches stocked up well last month, don't you remember? You had such fun with the fizzy drink stand!"

And even with his assuring tone, you didn't move from your spot, eyes trained intently on the wound you somehow only saw now. A blaster bolt had grazed his calf, searing through his pants way too easily. You felt terrible with the knowledge that you let him get hurt because of your awful need to get revenge, all because you tend to forget that others didn't have your armored scales. Most species didn't have them.

"Listen, this will be patched up in no time, you know Merrin is good at-" No. Not Merrin.

Always it was her fixing your wounds – mainly his due to previously mentioned reasons – because she insisted on doing it for you two, which your surprisingly lazy ass definitely wouldn't complain about in normal circumstances, but the thing you had with Cal was no normal circumstances! And then...then you always would have to watch her undress his Ponchos and shirts, even watch him take his pants off...for her…She got to touch him in ways even you hadn't yet and you couldn't even openly voice your – clearly not allowed – feelings!

But now you're alone with him for once, again.

"I want to take care of your wound…I was the reason you got hurt in the first place, so I should have to help you with it. N-not Merrin…please." Why did he even have to agree to her help? Couldn't he have just told her that you are wrapping his wounds? They weren't that many either, usually!

It must've been written all over your face, your sour, bitter thoughts – Which Merrin didn't even deserve in the long run, she became your only female friend! – doing rapid rounds through your head as he tilts his head, starting to grin, "Are you jealous of Merrin?" "What?! No! N-never! I…I just…" You dug your own hole deeper – metaphorical Claws making it even easier – with every failed try to explain your thoughts as he went to cup your face in one of his hands, circling his calloused thumb over your scaly skin gently, "It's alright if you are, Kyra…though there is nothing to be jealous about in the end, you know that, right?" You leaned into his impulsive gentle caress almost instantly by instinct, craving his touch like it kept you alive, a low, content growl showing your slowly easing worry.

"I do know…but, but she…she got to see you in ways not even I have yet, Cal…" you finally decided to spill your selfish reason, knowing it wasn't fair to Cal to just keep the reason to yourself while he has no idea why you were even acting jealous in the first place. What you didn't expect was for him to chuckle deeply at your – in your eyes – embarrassing confession, his former gentle caress turned into him slightly forcing you to look up at him.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look adorable when you're starting to go all green-eyed for me?" No. No one ever has, you never had anybody to even get jealous over like you seemed to get with Cal.

No one had ever made you feel any of these things like he did. Jealousy, a new kind of fear, a new kind of anger but most importantly…your most general happiness began to feel differently around him.

You quietly shook your head at him, his sudden change in demeanor silencing you as he closed the small height difference to lean down next to your flushed ear. "Then why don't you prove to me that you're better at patching me up, my sweet Dragonfly?" Shivers.

And yet, despite your mental whiplash, you slowly nod.

Without checking out the surroundings much, he led you two towards the back of one of the many sandstone houses, still limping badly until he finally got to lean against it, sighing out exhausted.

"Shit, I didn't even think to ask if you got some First Aid with you-" "I can use some parts of my shirt, it got a hole during the fight anyways…" you mumble quietly, partially still trying to make sense of the tone alone his former words held. They sounded so strange and different coming from him in particular. But you liked it. A lot. You knew you wouldn't be able to go to bed without thinking about this moment at least twice tonight, feeling your legs rub together subconsciously.

For a split second, you had been certain, he blushed at your comment, but he shook it off much quicker than usually, once again leaving you as the only one of the two of you that resembled a Camby Berry. You pulled a grimace at the wound, fortunately really just a graze shot. Meaning your emergency Bacta Spray would be more than enough for today if you covered it with a bandage of your shirt and afterwards ask BD to give him a stim from his compartment.

Using your claws ever so carefully, you slice his pants leg open at the side – though just high enough to get to his wound – hearing a slight murmur of complaint. You knew he had just bought those last week, but you would be able to fix them easily, you cut them at the seams and not dead in the middle of the fabric.

"This could sting for a second-" "Karking Hell!" He shouts out with the first layer of mist the spray hits the burnt wound with as you clearly lied a bit. Bacta spray hurts like bad ass, unlike regular Bacta Cream. But it was most reliable on wounds that needed quick patching up.

The second and third layer could no longer hurt, the first layer covering the exposed wound already fully. The others were there to simply reinforce the strength of the hardening healing mass, it's basically a spray-on bacta patch without the patch.

"This was more than a sting, Kyra!" "Didn't tell you what that sting would feel like, did I?" You return smugly now as well, raising the sharp tip of your tail for extra emphasis as he grunts.

"And there I thought you were going to be a good Dragonfly for me…" He states back similarly as you felt his eyes bore into your skull as he quietly watched you working on his leg.

Grabbing your already ripped shirt, you took a good part of it between your hands and your fangs, using your claws to rip further through it, a nice strip now left. And basically nothing to cover you up.

You could swear he heard your immediately following thoughts, a chuckle coming from above you, "Wanted to recover what we couldn't finish this morning, Kyra?" "S-shut up, I need to concentrate!" That was also a lie, all that was left was to wrap his calf to keep the still clearly wet-ish Bacta Spray from sticking to everything – S a n d . . . – he would touch in the next hours.

Like apparently you.

As soon as you were finished, you felt his hands at your upper arms, pulling you back to stand in front of him, "Maybe you're right." He muses with a grin still very unfamiliar to you, "Maybe I should let you patch me up much more often in future…"

That would be nice…that's all you wanted. To have him see your worth in all aspects.

You wanted to help him. Just like he wanted to help you.

You were pulled from your thoughts that were parading your win as you felt his hot breath on your lips, "You haven't been hurt as well, by any chance?" Before connecting his lips with yours in a heated kiss, starting out that way already by his choice for a chance. And again you felt it, whenever you kissed, you felt this unique connection between you two, tethering you two to each other for longer than you usually planned.

Something you hadn't felt with any other Force Sensitive, something no simple touch or even hug could even dream to simulate. They gave you this ultimate feeling of being at true ease, like everything would be alright eventually, even if just for these exact few moments.

They made it hard to think straight, intoxicated you and your usually clear view on things. They obscured the supposed rules, rules that could no longer be enforced by a council.

So when you once again felt his ever-curious hands travel downwards, all in the "privacy" of a desolate sand town, you didn't hesitate to encourage him to go on, to map you with his hands. No hushed warnings, no worries of being caught by the others for taking too long to do something in your room or being too loud…

"You're not…stopping me?" He also noticed, hand currently going under the rest of your shirt to feel how hot your skin currently was. Always has been a pretty good indicator of your own desire. "N-no. I don't want…to stop you…" you confess whenever he gives you two space to talk and breath between kisses, getting sloppy as both of you lost care about how you looked while sharing this intimate moment.

"Wasn't it you who...talked about a certain... set of rules many... many Rotations ago?" He teased, pulling at the clips that held your bra together with a too-innocent-to-be smile pressed against yours. That alone made you whine, silenced with another kiss, the anticipation alone having you on edge, pressing yourself closer to his own burning up body as you felt your panties grow damp.

"Makers, kark the damned rules…" you whine out, your own claws trying to pull his Poncho off and over his head, which he was as kind as to help you along. Soon, the poncho, his shirt and your shirt were disposed and forgotten about on the ground, collecting sand to be even further complained about later. "We're going to get sunburned because of you…" You groan as your eyes rake over his slightly scarred and freckled upper body. Nothing entirely new to you, since he slept in boxer shorts and he just liked it a lot to wake you up in nothing but them.

You smiled at the memory of the feeling his small – much more innocent – pecks on your still sleepy lips gave you in the morning.

Months ago you wouldn't have dreamed of such mornings, you would've been happy to simply not wake up drenched in rain water because a cave wasn't as dry as you had initially thought…

"Any sunburn is worth it if I get to spend such a special moment with you, little Dragonfly…" He promised as his hands returned to fumble with your pesky bra. That's where his and your inexperience clearly showed, but neither of you cared all that much about that, your hands brushing his away for a moment. You feel the heat continue rising in your cheeks when his bigger hands begin to rest at your now fully exposed hips, fingertips kneading into your soft skin after he slipped his glove off to feel you better.

"There." With that small – theoretically meaningless – word, the sides of your hips had been momentarily abandoned to strip you off that pesky little clothed cage, also getting thrown onto the growing heap of clothes behind him as he stopped for just a moment. "You're staring…"

"I'm not staring. I'm admiring what is mine."

Admiring.

Admiring what is…his.

It took everything in your strength to not throw yourself at him for this comment, the unfamiliar heat in your body starting to concentrate more and more in your lower abdomen. You knew what it actually meant, that...feeling, but never had it felt so breathtakingly real before. As if you could grasp it with your physical hands, knowing that is was as real as your strength in the Force.

"I am yours, Cal" you return, accepting him thoughtlessly, watching a satisfied look creep onto his face, hands slowly sliding towards your sensitive mounds. At the first contact, searing skin against even worse searing skin, you bite down on your lower lip, feeling your blood bead at the broken skin. If he made you feel like this with a mere touch in such a "simple" area…how would he make you feel if he…

"All in due time…" He whispers against the shell of your ear and now you are certain: he could somehow hear your thoughts. But why couldn't you hear his? "Because you shouldn't have to know what kind of...sinful...thoughts I have about you and me right now, Kyra…" He admits and he sounds noticeably ashamed, for these thoughts, you guess.

And you could think why, as well. Years and years, you're taught to not get attached. Certainly not to have a relationship with one another…and now you're on the brink of truly breaking any and every rule talking about this behavior. You would walk a wrong path…of a way that was about to break under your feet either way.

Staring up into his clouded green eyes, you tried to find the right words. And eventually you found them, finding them easier than you had expected, "Whatever you're thinking about wanting to do with or to me today, right now...and any day in the future…I want it too…there is nothing to be asha- Cal!"

You hadn't even managed to finish your sentence, when you started hearing the thoughts he worried about, currently running freely and wildly through his head as you talked to him and you knew was going over all the things that could happen...

His "bad intrusive thoughts" won...

In seconds, he had you pressed against the wall of the house now instead – causing you to shout his name in surprise – pinning you up against it. Both of you knew you could easily overpower him if need be, but you also both seemed to just know perfectly well that you wouldn't.

You wanted this. You wanted him to lead you.

"Are you really sure about this, Kyra? I don't know if I can stop myself once I let go…" He was at the brink of panting, sharply exhaling as his blown wide eyes wander back downwards to your exposed, heaving chest. And suddenly all you heard, was what he wanted to do to them.

How he wanted to knead them, feel them, taste them. He wanted to worship them and everything else about you. He wanted to since the beginning, the thoughts growing stronger and harder to resist with the time you spent together, in each other's arms and company.

"Then don't hold back, Cal. We held back for the longest time, so don't just tell me, show me how badly you want to make me yours...and yours alone, please…" You tried not to quiver almost pathetically with your voice, not from fear but from the anticipation. Was he going to be gentle? Would he take you for himself roughly even, like a dragon's mate once upon a time was supposed to?

Was he going to lose himself for his own pleasure as well…or would he only care about you?

You wanted him to feel good.

He deserves pleasure, he deserves happiness...

"Do I really though?" "Yes you do, Cal."

And his head dips down, his hands kept a tight lock on your hands, restraining you from touching him back as his lips first grazed the soft scaled skin of your chest. At first, they were unsure, gentle. Then he seemed to get ahold of himself, fully relishing in this sadly rare moment.

He bit into your gentle flesh, sucked small markings all over them, leaving trails of his saliva, all while he kept your squirming body in check. Your tail wildly swished around under you two, throwing around dirt and sand as you – for the first time in your life – felt the astonishing pleasure of another person touching one of your most sensitive places, especially with such concentration and devotion for it.

Your hands simply couldn't do the same magic he somehow naturally had, letting them limply hang against nothing as he switched into holding you with the Force alone now. You trusted him with your life, it came to you in that very moment. You would let him restrain you in the most dangerous places and situations…you would blindly trust him.

"M-more, Cal. Maker's please!" You moan into the arid desert air, pushing outwards to feel more of him on your touch starved body, obsecene mewls and moans rolling from your lips with surprising ease, even though they had been nearly unfamiliar to you up to this day. "Only if you let me hear your divine lips sing some more." And thankfully you didn't have to hold back all the way out here, free to give into whatever he wanted and asked from you.

No one would see you two break the rules. Just like at the start of everything.

"Right here?" He asks cautious, his slightly calloused hands now wandering your – for them still foreign – surface, the strange feeling your hardened but currently not sharp scales gave him only spurring him on. "Where else?" Your answer was just as short, unfortunately only able to view his body instead of touching it. But that didn't mean you couldn't catalog every. single. scar. he had to show.

You wondered where they all came from, if they all had their own stories? Which came from training, which came from actually dangerous combat? Are they still sensitive…did they maybe still hurt him?

"Do they still hurt?" "Some of them…but nothing I can die from. Not anymore." He knew immediately what you meant, this weird new connection you two had going keeping both of you from using too many words, relying on being able to hear each other's thoughts when the other let you.

Once he was done mapping your own little scars and different looking scales to his mind, humming at every new oddly placed scales he found, he went further down.

He felt the same way as you. He didn't expect to be here today, happier than he was months ago. And yet…you felt something odd and caged off swirling in his thoughts and feelings. He wasn't able to be as happy as he wanted to be for you.

Something had been bothering him greatly...

But you would ask him once you both had your fill of being horrible horrible Jedi.

"I didn't know your tail was this tied up in your pants, Kyra…" He mutters almost sheepishly, if it weren't for the fact that he doesn't sound much like the boyish Cal you know right now. Impatiently, you gently tug at his invisible grip, even if just to untie the laces at the back of your pants to help him out. But he didn't budge, his Force gripping you even harder to keep the message very clear. This was him in control today.

For once... you didn't have to be strong and demanding...

For once, you're getting guidance again.

Albeit quite different to what old you were used to.

"I got this, don't worry. I will even tie them back up for you afterwards…" As he said those words, you feel your pants already fall down to your knees. When you have a tail your size, the only thing holding everything up was whatever covered your tail as well, you basically wore reversed pants...

He helped you step out of them, pushing your heavy combat boots off right along to free your also clawed and scaly feet. The heat of the desert planet was slightly caught by the white-yellow wall you're being pushed against, but it didn't really help with the burning hot ground.

It didn't help shit.

While your feet – covered in special, more hardened scales – didn't pick up the full heat of the sand like the average human's feet, you definitely weren't comfortable either with standing on it as you wince out, trying to stand on your clawed toes instead and failing miserably when they just dug down, causing your unfortunate toes to get enveloped by nothing but almost scalding grains of sand. You never regretted a move quicker than that one.

"That hot?" You nod without much thought, the ability to talk leaving you with your head aimed at the realization that you were absolutely bare in front of him right now, in the middle of a desert.

Just like nature had made you.

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"You're beautiful…" He remarks almost breathless, leaving you squirming on your padded feet for a moment, just to take a wide enough step back. He admired you as a whole now, took your strong, endlessly trained and yet still very feminine figure and exotic appearance in like you're one of these way too expensive paintings in the Museums in Coruscant…

"To me, those paintings are boring and utter garbage against you." He states quite bluntly before coming closer again, planting his chapped lips roughly on your equally dry lips – a simple feature that never really mattered to each of you – satisfying the building hunger of your lips on his within moments of his demand. Whatever went over him…over you…you enjoyed every forbidden second of it like it was the last time ever and you wished this moment would never have to end.

Until of course the uncomfortable situation at your feet had to return you to the current position you were caged into, just as he began to take off the belt of his own pants. Something that looks so innocent every "evening" you two went to your beds, the partition by now seen much less strict for you two, more decorative than anything now. But in this moment, it makes your face burn even brighter than ever before. Because now you were acutely aware of what would follow and it wasn't going to be these mostly innocent cuddles on his or your bed.

This would be much more. Today…today he would really show you how much he trusted you. And how much you trusted him.

Enough to bond with each other on a deeply physical level.

And not just physically, in the end, it was also an emotional bond, at least for your kind. No other "mate" would ever be like your first again…

"Then I'll have to make sure you won't regret your decision, my Dragonfly…" He throws the pants and shoes where everything else had gone in these hasty last moments, visibly enjoying your struggle of not immediately letting your hungry eyes wander below the belt. "I won't, Cal. I would never."

Your concentration on his eyes started to fail you more and more as your ears picked up the low groan from deep within his throat. His arm moved up and down as you could only take "a wild guess" what exactly he was doing further down, but of course you knew exactly what he was doing. He was preparing himself for you. So this was really happening…you only ever saw it on the HoloNet, when you dared to watch the various adult movies you could find with a detailed enough search. It always ended with your fingers carefully maneuvering deeply in your sleeping pants and even deeper within your most sensitive spot – feeling the effect you had on yourself via the wet pools afterwards – biting into your pillow to muffle your filthy moans. Your body was so incredibly sensitive, even to your own touch, so it was nearly impossible to keep it a secret from Cal during the nights you did touch yourself. Your reactive tail wasn't exactly helping with that either, having to pin it down with your feet to keep the tip from banging against the metal walls of the Mantis.

You remember theses special looks the actors gave each other, how they held such raw animalistic energy even though they were nothing but ordinary humans.

Now, as he slowly stroked himself and he kept his eyes trained on certain spots of your body, you found the exact same type of energy in them. He really wanted you, almost three months of him and you having to wait for enough privacy and the right moment did that to him and not only him.

Unfortunately, until now, these moments were rare and scarce, so you usually used them to find peace in the quiet and the other's comfort and presence instead even imagining exploring each other's bodies like this, both of you too embarrassed to find out if the other even felt the same taboo need inside of them.

And when you eventually naturally got to that point during some make outs, it was always interrupted, ending said moment of privacy immediately…

Often, these interruptions left you both feeling miserable, grumpy and on edge for the rest of the "day" and potential mission, something that didn't always slide past the rest of your team. Once Merrin even asked if you two had a fight, mentioning the raw "angry" eyes you threw at each other.

It never was anger.

It was raw lust that shortly after it dared to show in each of you, had to be forced back down, each interruption painfully reminded the two of you about how deeply wrong your attraction to each other was and for some perverted reason, it drew you two even closer.

And so with every interruption that followed the next, you felt something searing hot coil up more and more inside of you, something you thought was annoyance towards the interruption. It took a whole ass while for you to realize that it was a build up of literal need instead.

So finally, you got the courage to pan downwards, your lower lip immediately falling down at what you saw. Cal grunted prideful at your not so secret gasp, laughing airily until another aroused gasp forced said laugh into the background, "I take that you like what you see?"

Caught off guard, you just nod in innocent awe, a stray piece of your black hair falling into your face as you could only stare now. Precum long started running down the reddish tip of his cock, the rest being spread across his length as he got himself further hard. It didn't seem like such a feat, soon finding him removing his hand, leaving you to take him in without obstruction. He wasn't as big as those from the adult movies, but you were quite aware that they were usually artificially altered to be longer.

Cal's was as real as it could get, now that he no longer held it, twitching freely and eagerly in the open desert air. His cock was maybe…5 or 6 inches, looking pretty huge to inexperienced you, never having had anything beyond said artificially enhanced ones to compare to…

"Are you ready?"

From what you saw in some of these movies, something called foreplay was commonly supposed to come first…but that would take you two more time, time you didn't want to waste anymore. Who karking knew when they would comm the both of you to make sure you're not dead?

No matter that…you could no longer wait either way, you needed him.

You didn't want to wait even longer!

"Yes, yes I am, Cal. Please…please, I need you!" You beg shamelessly, the burning sand against and between your feet about to be pushed into the back of your mind, immediately rushing to memorize the pattern of his hands coming back down to your hips. His right one was really sticky now, the reason as obvious to you as the heat of the air around you. "Then jump…" What- "I'll catch you, there is absolutely no way I will drop you, Kyra…"

How did he know…does he also watch…

You decide to keep that question also for later on, instead not wanting to let him and you wait any longer by following his order without any further questions, jumping off the ground with enough airtime, relieved to no longer having to endure the hot ground underneath. Now the sweltering air was left as the only nuisance, the two suns high above you now burning right atop of you. The memories of today would hurt a bit more than a graze wound with bacta spray.

Cal times your jump perfectly, the hands on your hips swiftly going under your thighs, pulling your already sweaty bodies against each other in one fluid motion. He was almost a natural, you thought as he buried his head in your neck, nibbling on the scaled body part of yours. He couldn't exactly leave bite marks on them, that was your kind of luck. Only at your collarbone perhaps, if he worked on it for long enough.

But there was no time for him marking you, not today, probably not for a long time again afterwards. Every minute wasted was a minute less for him to finally feel all of you and other way around.

For him to ultimately claim you as his.

The first thing you felt of him was the tip as he began to rut against your by now wet with arousal entrance with an eagerness you only knew of him when he was karking hungry at breakfast till today. The friction alone felt like the most forbidden thing to do and yet still...your body reacts to his, rocking back just as needy, a small whine and some pants intermixed at this small but meaningful physical contact. There, held ever so tightly against his bare chest – for once absolutely nothing stuck between the two of you, no bothering bra, top or bedsheets – you felt his heartbeat, quick and strong. "Yours isn't any different…it almost feels like a gentle drum against my chest…"

The way he shared all the things he felt with or because of you…

"I can't wait any longer…Cal…I want- need to feel you!" When he had no smart comment about how you were feeling him already the whole time, you knew he was ready to give you what you requested, the tip of his cock twitching against your virgin folds at your unusually weak, trembling voice, begging him. He knew no other boy had heard you speak like that to them, never would, either. You showed your unguarded self only to him...

Clearly being done with teasing your entrance, not able to hold back himself as well, he shoves your not all too light body up in his grip as you feel him bare his clenched teeth against the same place he just bit at, groaning frustrated at just how long it really took both of you to get to this point today.

And by now, like an old routine, he whispers the same words you asked him months ago, "You know this is against the rules, right?", just to push himself into you without any more preparations or preemptive warnings, bottoming out for the very first time.

Although…this recurring question was you two's kind of warning by now, falling off either of your lips whenever you dreaded further and further down the path of broken rules, leaving the old teachings you both had been taught behind more and more. What even happened to promising to share only these chaste kisses like back then?

What did you two come to?

At the sudden, deep and extremely unfamiliar penetration, you loudly cry out his name, drawing out every vocal of his short name, no one stopping you apart from yourself a few seconds later. Feeling yourself instinctively clenching your fangs and teeth as tears dreaded to well up at this new intrusive feeling inside of you, it didn't feel bad, unlike one might think looking at your current unreadable expression, especially unlike many said on the Holonet. Everyone said the first time is supposed to hurt, even just a bit...but you felt no pain. Instead, a foreign version of bliss filled you.

And once again…this was nothing like your fingers touching yourself, this was…this was so much different! And he felt the same exact way, stilling inside of your clenching lower half as he pushed both of you against the wall to keep the wavering balance up, feeling his grip on your wrists falter more and more by the second. He just couldn't hold it up anymore, you felt so karking incredible around him!

"S-shit, Kyra…you're so karking tight! I never… I didn't expect it to feel so overwhelming!" His head fell back into the familiar crook of your neck, his entire grip on your body trembling as he held on just barely, overwhelmed just like he had told you. With his Force barely focused on enough anymore to be controlled and contain your arms over your head, you took the liberty of freeing yourself, immediately weaving them around his neck.

Finally you could close the last gaps your bodies had between each other, securing him before he even dared to move again, afraid of not being able to keep his promise and maybe dropping you after all.

Slow at first, experiencing your no longer pure tightness, never touched by someone else but perhaps you. It gave him a feeling of primal pride and he wondered if that's also how your species felt when they first bonded. Another feeling he wasn't supposed to have as a Jedi, but he long stopped caring once he saw you in all your naked glory in front of him, just for him and absolutely nobody else…

Daring to look down to where you two now connected, you failed to contain more of the newest addition of sounds you didn't even know you were capable off, unrestrained moans and mewls, getting louder and more evident at your eyes catching fresh, purplish streaks blood dripping off of his glistening cock, slowly disappearing and reappearing from inside of you. He had officially claimed you, in Dragon People's minds and rules at least...but just like with Jedi...there was nobody left to enforce them, other than you yourself and your body.

How was such a simple act able to make someone feel so…whole? No meditation in the world had the effect he had on you at this moment…

"Cal…" you pant, abandoning the view to finally really be able to let go. The first time in years…no…your whole life.

"Faster…oh makers, please, please go faster!" You beg wantonly, hearing the small pained hiss between moans from you accidentally digging your claws a bit too carefree into his back, forgetting he wasn't a half Dragon. But it's nothing bacta spray couldn't heal.

Before he though did as you asked him, he got another good look in from your current state, picking his head out from in between your shoulder and neck. "Kyra…" He whined and panted, but no more intelligent words managed to cross the gap of his lips when he crushed them hungrily against yours, even more need and passion in this than in every other before. He felt the same bond you did, how it reinforcedthe initial one, he knew he claimed you for himself.

Then he really followed your request and slowly began to speed up his thrusts. Until he lost track how fast he was really starting to get, ending with him stumbling once more against the wall with your weight all in his now fear-tight grip, hips rutting nearly on nothing but pure instinct roughly in and out of your wet hole with a completely different speed and feeling to it, leaving neither of you with much words to say verbally to each other.

You hadn't heard his thoughts this clear before this moment, not an ounce of a barrier as you head flooded with his warm, attractive voice, uttering nothing but compliments and praise. How you were doing so amazing for the both of you.

How amazing you made him feel.

That was everything you wanted but you got so so much more in this very moment, the increased and definitely much more rough pace sending you straight to Heaven with each and every thrust. His grip doesn't falter for even a second – no matter how shaky he was all over – never having had anything he wanted to hold more tightly and dear to himself like you, he came to realize.

All and every sound around you was muted, deemed as unnecessary for your shared and clearly – audibly – passionate pleasure, which left nothing but the unmoderated, surely deafening, moans, whines, cries and growls you gave to only each other right now, two sets of piercing yet glazed over green eyes staring into each other as you felt yet another unfamiliarity in the lower half of your body. And if it wasn't for the obscene noises your body and his together made – wet slapping of hips and thighs coming together and the squelching from your juices being pushed around inside of you whenever he pistons back out and into your tighter than tight eagerness – being absolutely foreign territory to you two, you wouldn't have a reason to blush and hide your head in his chest for your current acts, causing you to smell the manly scent the thin layer of sweat created.

As all you did, was act like normal people that had needs, no? Which Council thought it was their right to forbid this...this...incredible feeling of connectedness, while everything it did was make you feel better than you had ever thought was even possible!?

Everyonce in a while, one of the two of you would still let the other's name slip in the most pathetic way possible, clinging onto the body of the other while tears of joy fell down your face at the overabundance of pleasure thrown at your inexperienced bodies. It was a wonder how you both held on for this long, tears not the only thing rolling down your face as sweat continued beading on your bodies, making both of you sticky – though your scales didn't let you get as bad as Cal.

"I…I think I'm going to cum, Kyr-" You were about to say the same words as he suddenly stilled, his hands that had been holding onto you from the small of your back slid down to your hips at that moment.

His knuckles turned (even more) white at the instinctive grip he used to pull you firmly back down, flush against the base of his pulsing cock, feeling his hot balls twitching below you as he came inside of you without giving each one of you even another second to prepare or think about a different place for him to shoot his load. "Oh maker, Cal…you ohhh…oh my!" An almost strangled cry escapes you at the sudden burning hot feeling rushing inside your walls, the mere act of his own climax and how it ended so suddenly with his teeth back in your shoulders – which still wasn't enough to muffle his own shouts. It threw you over the cliff as well, joining in on the redhead's excited final chants of moans.

Clenching around his still draining cock, you pant and find some air to laugh, throwing your head back, only barely missing the house wall. You two actually just did that!

"You're still…kark…c-clenching me so tightly…" and even though you felt him shake all over his body, having obvious trouble staying on his two feet right now, you knew he still wouldn't ever drop you. He finally rested you two against the wall, staying pushed tightly and deeply into you though, not wanting to lose that one of a kind feeling just yet…he just needed you to give him a few minutes…

Two minutes pass.

Three minutes pass...

Four minutes pa-

"Ha…this…this was something…" He exhales, clearly exhausted and it reminded you of how handsome he looked whenever you two trained together on Bogano for hours and hours. Orange strands of his tousled hair sticking to his glistening forehead, some at the side of his face as well. He looked godlike, mouth hanging slightly open with a smile as he admired you back. And he thought the very same about you, the connection you two formed still intact even when you finished.

Something about that thought made you smile, knowing you now really had someone to share your thoughts with. Literally.

Carefully, he slips out from your now sore hole, swallowing hard at the various fluids that tried to roll and flow out along afterwards. "Should I clea- " "P-push it back in…p-please…" If he hadn't noticed it by the stutter in your voice already, he did once he looked back up to see it. You're again blushing, clouded green eyes settled on his cock and the pale hand that guided himself gently out of you. But mainly, you looked nearly enchanted at the amount of cum starting to leak from in between your legs.

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"I-if you're okay with that, I mean…" your voice was quiet, meek, the awkwardness of the situation starting to settle in both of you when Cal shook his head with a gentle…a loving…smile, "...I have a question for you, Kyra, I…I was wondering if you ever wondered if it was possible to safe your kind's extinction?"

W-what?! What was he meaning? To let your species get taken off the extinction list, you would need live proof that you're not the last free one of your kin-...i-is he implying…

"We have a mission, Cal…My…my personal affairs, they have no place in all of this…" Trying to distract your own mind from going to the wrong places again, you suddenly become increasingly aware where you are right now.

You're right out in the open, in public. Bounty Hunter Corpses and some just knocked out – but starting to stir – all around your two naked, shaking, sticky and still intertwined bodies, sweat reflecting the two merciless suns high high up in the great Tatooine Sky.

You had your first time out in the open, of all places.

"We can find a place for it…i-if you really want it to have a place…" He slowly went to put you back onto your feet, your underwear – which was drenched in your arousal, you only realize now – being the first thing of the heap he went to pull back onto your body, probably to keep you stuffed with a memory of today. Kneeling on the ground, his touch was completely different from minutes ago.

All he did was touch your skin and scales like you're made of literal glass, like you might break at the wrong or too rough of a touch.

He is right…did you even want a place for such an utopian plan?

Was there even a chance of saving your people? Would it even be of use?

"For once, don't think about whether or not it is of use…what do you want?" He interrupts from below, warm and gentle hands pulling up to the last inches of your shaking legs, making you wonder how you're even still standing. Your legs hurt, they were numb. Sore.

What do you want?

You wanted to find something to look forward to in your future, no more hiding, no more running…but not less adventures, having to sit on some boring ass planet for the rest of your life. You wanted to jump from Planet to planet in the search for new, interesting places…not for a safer place to sleep, constantly having to worry about having shelter, warmth and water.

You wanted an actual future…not just these annoying 'what if's' from Cere…

"Then let me help you…" He begs, rising back to his full height, having already finished with your pants and shoes as well, continuing with his lower half now. And yet, he never let his attention leave you, even if he didn't look at you, his thoughts were nearly all about you.

Then there was that small piece in his head that you couldn't look at, something he kept off limits from even you for whatever reason.

You wanted to ask but not to pry…

"One day I will let you see…" He mumbles while pulling his shirt over his head, his tousled orange locks poofed up from the sudden friction the tight neck had on them. "But…but today…it simply isn't the right mood. I don't want to ruin this moment for both of us, Dragonfly." From the corner of your eyes, you had to realize the knocked out Bounty Hunters started coming back to reality fully now, groaning and rubbing their heads as they sat up.

He shouldn't have just knocked them out…it would've been less trouble now.

"Why do you want to help me with my…my wish, Cal? We're not only busy with a mission, aren't we also just…way, way too young for such a life changing decision yet…?" Cal's eyes also caught wind of the waking Bounty Hunters now, a sudden rush in the way his hands helped you back into the rest of your clothes and himself into his light fabric Poncho. Only then he managed to give you his physical attention once more, placing his still gloveless left hand against the side of your face. Even after all the times he had to look at your face in peace, he still found new features to wonder at.

The arcs some of your scales grew in, some slightly crooked in growth from a tumble in your childhood during training, their composition having still been soft enough to take form from outside impacts. Like falling off a tree and smashing your cheeks a bit too roughly against a Boulder below.

Almost nothing ever left permanent damage with your skin's natural resilience, even the roughest physical interactions you had as a Youngling usually just bouncing off of you. You were called 'Bouncy Ball' by one of your Clones for a good reason...

Sometimes you wished you had worked like that emotionally as well…just letting everything bounce off of you, like you're actually supposed to as Jedi.

But on the inside, you're carrying more scars than your actual body, restless nights being the best example. Something you had less with Cal around, until recently of course...

Cal gently squeezes your hip with his other free hand, pulling you away from your ever growing black hole of thoughts…what if someday even he couldn't pull you back out of it? When the poison in your head won you over?

"Do you really want to know why?" "Of course I do, Cal…this isn't something to be just taken lightly or for granted after all."

Giving the dazed bodies next to you two one last glance, he is back with you with a growing smile. It looked nearly carefree too, if it wasn't for the hint of sadness in his eyes, he could've almost made you think that everything was going to be alright soon…something you doubted more and more each time you went to bed with no results for looking for the Force Sensitive Children whatsoever and Cere acting more odd by the day.

"Because I thi- no. No, that isn't enough for you, you deserve a definitive answer. L-let me try again…"

Pushing his face close to yours, his lips mere inches from yours as your noses touched ever so slightly, he exhales deeply, the silence that came after deafening.

"Because I know that I love you, Kyra…I love you!" He confessed, pressing his lips against yours to seal it as the truth before exclaiming it a second time, his own green eyes squinting as he held back the tears. He never thought he would get to say these three words to anyone in his life, he got so used to never being allowed to have someone to say them towards that he couldn't believe himself with how at ease you were with breaking the rules for him. Him alone.

He loves you…

"Cal…I-" "Even if you can't say it back yet, I can wait…i will wait." But his eyes told the truth, he was thinking about that piece of thought again. Why did his confession feel so...ultimate? What…what did he know that you didn't?

If anything, that dreadful feeling made you shake your head at his thoughtfulness, thoughtfulness that seemed to hurt him more than he wanted to show.

"No, Cal…I…I want to love you too…I just, I just never thought I would even find someone to confide in in the first place. This is far more than I could ever deserve!"

All you ever did as a Padawan besides training to become a fullfledged Jedi was finding quite elaborate ways to break the rules, to bother and annoy the high council because you were very severely aware of the value your unusually high Force Sensitivity held for the Jedi, going as far as keeping your actual true power in the Force known to extremely few People. They were afraid of someone else trying to take your Powers for themselves.

You always knew they all hated you for the massive inconvenience your existence alome brought in, nevertheless, you just had to be born as non-human. Everyone except two Masters and your loyal till-death-do-you-part Clones.

Everyone else saw you as a monster. A freak of nature that should have just died like the rest of them. Simply as a menace...

And a monster didn't deserve to feel love or to be loved, especially not a Monster that was trained to become an entirely detached, almost robotic Jedi!

As you sensed the Bounty Hunters finally stand back up again, you went to show and put emphasis on the 'Monster' part, tear streaked, wide eyes snapping over to them before almost instantly exerting enough Force to push their bodies into the cracked sandstone nearly 20 Feet behind them, embedding their now once again – forever – limb bodies in rubble and dust.

But Cal didn't even bother looking at what you just did, the pain you just caused with not even a muscle showing a sign of struggle while doing so. The amount of Force you just used would need years and years and even more years of Force Meditation to strengthen and perfect their connection to it. It came natural to you.

But the display of your frightening power didn't deter him at all, it seemed so at least when he goes through his messy hair with nothing but a sigh, "I don't care what you think you are, a monster, a menace, not deserving of my love or anybody's for that matter…it won't change my mind."

Of course it wouldn't. Cal had been concerningly stubborn with you since you first met, still remembering the thrilling chase he gave you after you took care of the Stormtroopers for him.

How he had just tackled you without even a second thought passing through that thick – very thick – skull of his, ignoring the imminent and quite obvious threat you were for his life at that moment, the Force making the air crackle around you like lightning was seconds from striking you.

Kark…if you hadn't managed to keep yourself from further losing the control over the Force, he would've been dead that day.

Cut to ribbons, pulled apart at the seams of his body, fried by uncontrolled Pyrokinesis…

The list of most definitely painful deaths he dodged that day was endless in your worst thoughts.

You hated yourself for being so selfish to keep him close to that same just muted danger everyday, especially now that he bonded with you…now you wouldn't just hurt him if you continued to try and deny these feelings.

"I know that you won't hurt me…" He mumbles, his voice sounding more wounded by yours than you would've expected, an even more pained frown on his pale face, "I thought we promised to have faith in each other…and especially ourselves…"

You did, didn't you?

You promised to trust his senses, his direction and in his abilities, in a sense he replaced the inner compass that was coldly taken from you the night Master Tegra was taken from you as well. You both had been feeling lost in the Galaxy for so so long, never really having anybody to really connect to, with some who went through the same traumatic events.

Then you found each other. You saw the chance to heal, together. And you went with it. Now he wanted to make his trust in you official and there you were...still doubting yourself.

You were about to break your promise with the only Person in the Galaxy left that you really came to trust. What a karking idiot you were for that…

"I…no yeah, I am pretty karking stupid, aren't I? Getting everything I ever wanted and still hitting my head against the opposite wall, horns full force ahead…"

Just like he did before, you pull yourself together, sniffling away your fresh tears and slipped your rough hands into his rough hands, closing your eyes at the immediate ease you felt flowing through you by feeling his heartbeat dimly beat in them. He was on edge, positive or negative, you couldn't- didn't want to care about this a second time as you were done preparing your stupid self!

Sometimes, one had to rip a bacta patch off with the hair still under to continue on.

"I, Kyra Yarmot, ...Love you too, Cal Kestis…" His reaction, the giant immediate smile pulling across his face, the relief inside of him radiating off and onto you making you grab your fear and crush it to the ground. This was the last time you doubted yourself and your right to feel these types of feelings. The very last time!

So when he is about to speak up, to air the thoughts of praise you had already heard from his open thoughts, you squeeze his hands tightly, shutting him up instantly.

"...I love you so much, all of it nearly tore me apart on restless nights. Some nights, I hung sick over the toilet for hours, two sides inside of me that kept pulling and pulling at me, keeping me from making my choice!"

And both sides had made you equally sick, going closer to that one would make you physically sick, just as acknowledging the other one did. So for the first time in a month, you finally felt at ease.

You have made your decision, no one left to control your choices...

"Are you happy with your decision?" He asks innocently and curious, one last look reaching across the battlefield you two would leave behind, hand in hand – until you're in Mantis-sight of course – and apparently very heavy decisions having been finally lifted off of your shoulders.

His query on your feelings was thoughtful, just like you knew of him, one of the things you indeed love dearly about him

"Yes…yes I am." You answer, a final, determined tone to it as you squeeze his hand once more, after many back and forths for weeks returning the loving smile he sends your way now almost immediately, the hesitation having left you alone. "You don't know how happy it makes me…knowing you're really feeling the same way, despite the fact that it is forbidden to us…"

By this point, you were sure they would've kicked you out of the Order anyways. No matter if you loved him or not, the acts that came before usually had been enough to exile other strong Jedi Knights and Masters well before you two.

"Who gives a bogling-shit about the rules of dead people anyways…" you return with a carefree chuckle, trying to follow his slow path back to the Mantis, but a realization hits you already at the first wobbly step.

You couldn't walk anymore, you were frozen in your position for minutes now, so you didn't notice as much apart from the new feeling of soreness when you put your clothes back on.

"Kyra?" You slip your hand from his to hide your embarrassed face in your hands as you start to giggle in shame at your own situation, a fresh purplish blush contrasting the black scales once more. Any more times of your oddly colored blood rising to your head today and you would faint right then and there…

"I can't karking walk, Cal…"

And for the first time since your heart-rending confessions to each other, you hear a near howling laugh leave his mouth as he throws his head back, "I should take…I should take responsibility for that… shouldn't I?" He inquired in the middle of his rarely this strong and unrestrained laughter, the sound making your heart flutter and for the first time you also accepted that feeling as Love, acknowledged it fully for all it was worth.

It was worth everything, you would do anything to always remember his loud, unrestrained laughs, especially for their rarity – though you wished to make them less rare in the future...for both of you.

And all these other small things that made Cal your Cal. Now he was truly yours and you were his, officially – but still in secret.

"Well, maybe you should, Kesti- CALLLL!" You whine back but it turned just as quickly into you shouting his name in literal shock, feeling his arms wrap around your thighs and back before lifting you off the ground without a second question or warning. His grip on your small, quivering body wasn't faltering, feeling even tighter to you now than before. Now that he owned your cracked, but fixable, heart – something he now knew more than ever he had to protect with his life – he didn't dare to even potentially think about accidentally dropping you or tripping with you in his arms. Though the latter might at least make both of you laugh some more.

"C-cal, makers…warn me next time please!" He was just a bit stunned in his tracks when you didn't even tell him off for example not having to do that. You actually accepted his help, though still with that blush. Something he absolutely adored on you, a thought he wasn't afraid to share with you. Even if just to see your blush grow even worse for his more than vaguely mischievous mood.

"Hmmm, maybe." He replied curtly, but the tone was clearly held playful as he began to walk again. Every once in a few feet, he readjusted your position, once almost throwing you up a bit too much – unusually high energy letting him do that with your extra "weight" – that's at least what he took from your straight up wide open eyes as he caught you again.

He sure had a pep in his tired steps now.

You didn't hold it against him either, you would've too, if you were able to walk right now, of course.

Then, as you began your ascend to the small hill the Mantis was currently lying dormant behind, the town already further behind you two, you stop him, "Wait. Hold up, Cal. What are we telling them about you carrying me? You're the hurt one!"

He kicks some loose sand and pebbles down the descent as he also thought about it for a moment before grinning a bit darkly, "I mean...we could always give you a rea- " "No thanks! Next idea please…" You brush off his unexpectedly morbid fake-plan as soon as the words tried to leave his chapped lips – though that didn't stop you from quietly chuckling at his hidden darker humor, never having known he was even capable of joking about such themes.

He fake pouts before shaking his head, "Don't worry about it, leave everything to me for today."

And so you did.

You had your doubts though when you first stepped back onto the Mantis, Merrin the first one to rush to you two, her eyes wide with worry. "By the makers, what took you two so long?! We tried to comm you two but…why are you carrying Kyra? Is she hurt? If yes how ba-" "It's a long long story, Merrin. But no, she isn't exactly hurt, her…her legs just gave out. She exerted herself a bit much today…she just never knows when to slow down."

Says the boy who rutted into your quite poorly accustomed virgin cunt like he would straight up die if he didn't do any sooner…

But they couldn't know that, so you – difficult as it was – nod in agreement, "Yeah, we got ambushed…again…and were outnumbered. I had to run more than I am surprisingly used to." The noise you three made must've been enough to draw the other two from their rooms, Cere exhaling in relief. But nothing more at first. She never showed too much of her worry and sometimes you weren't so sure if she really ever truly had been worried.

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"You're hurt, Kyra?" "No…just needlessly tired. Guess I shouldn't skip leg day just because I can fly."

Cal failed to hold back an obvious snort, which Merrin probably thankfully thought was for the wrong reason. You knew why he laughed though, he watched your solo training sessions every time he had the chance too. You did not skip leg day – that much was sure – and your thighs alone could kill a man if you so wished. He remembers the strength you had in them as he made you hold onto him with nothing but them at the start…of…of…y-yeah.

He quickly discarded the amazing memory, feeling your claws subtly caress the back of his neck with gentle scratches, not enough at all to cause damage. Only enough for a shiver that traveled down his whole body. You both were highly mischievous, that much is clear.

"All that matters is that you two returned safe…but…did you find it?" Surely she would be meaning your lightsaber and although it was definitely in dire need of a clean and a quick electrical fix here and there from the stupid karking sand on Tatooine – you were more than ready to leave this stupid rock of a planet behind you again – it was just like you remembered it.

It still reminded you of its old wielder…would he be ashamed if he saw your recent...acts with Cal? Would he be indifferent…or could he maybe actually have been happy that you were happy? After all, that was something he always wanted for you, especially since he knew how you felt with your nearly eradicated origins, having no memory of your earliest childhood or parents.

"Of course I did. I wouldn't have left this karking rock without it…"

Using the by now more wordless communication between you two, you ask Cal to be so kind as to let you stand on your own, even if just for a moment to show them all what made you this furious for losing it in the first place. When you slowly took the blue hued and heavy weapon from the finally reoccupied clip at your now dirty pants, even Greez's – who showed his relief of nobody getting hurt in his own quiet special way – interest was piqued. Until this day, he had seen only Cal's Lightsaber, with its orange Blade. And maybe Cere's, if she even had one anymore…

BD, still slightly stunned from what his innocent "eyes" were set to witness earlier, climbed onto Cal's Shoulder to get a better view this time as well, the first time having been hurried to be replaced with other matters at hand.

"Maybe don't stand there, Merrin…" you insist towards the Nightsister that unknowingly stood close enough to get pierced by the blade once you pressed the button. Grimacing at apparently the same image you suddenly saw in front of you, she nods apologetic before taking a few big steps back, as well as Greez and Cal.

Within a second, the pure white glow of your lightsaber illuminated the dimmed interior of the ship, the familiar humming of the blade filling your ears like a nostalgic song you hadn't heard in too long. Sorrowful eyes glanced down at the broken second blade on the other end, nothing but fizzles coming out when you pushed the button...it had been like this since the accident that took your old companions and friends away from you.

You remember how Master Tegra showed you different poses and stances with that same double blade, knowing how dangerous it was. It was hotter than most crystals due to its unique properties…it was a synthetic crystal that had been purified by your Master when he was younger and still just a Jedi Knight. From his stories about it, you knew the crystal once belonged to a former friend and fellow Jedi that lost the path.

He always wanted to keep a piece of not only his friend but also as a constant reminder of what could happen to a Jedi that got enticed to join the dark side. It kept him strong, determined...but not less enthusiastic about teaching you both sides' techniques.

"I have never seen an actually white Blade in person…" Merrin confesses amazed, watching you carefully twirl it – yourself imagining the second blade still in working condition – , your skill of handling it evident. Just like Cal, you spent most of your free time training either with the Lightsaber or your unique Physical Capabilities, only rarely the Force to stay undetected for longer, especially not in its full capacity. You were never allowed to, to keep you hidden, even when the Order still was existing.

But Cere wasn't as awestruck at you showing off, grimacing, "Do not do that in the ship, you're going to break something if you fling it around like that!"

Just like always, you swallow your own snippy comment directed at her for surprisingly being a prune again after being excited for you when you first sensed your Lightsaber this morning. You long gave up trying to see a pattern, since there clearly was none.

"And do not give me that look either, kid. We're flying to Zeffo while you're both resting up. You can train all you want as soon as you wake up, okay?" That did sound more like a plan. Agreeing quietly as you extinguish the blade once more to put it back on your clip, feeling exhaustion starting to rush in now that your Adrenaline Levels finally began to sink again.

With the first yawn coming from him, closely followed by a more guttural, growl like one from you, Greez tsked at you two, already making his way back to his seat at the cockpit to start the Mantis for a quick lift off, wanting to reach Zeffo before the next storm was planned on it. "You two already look like you rode a bantha horde across the mountains, don't you two dare fall asleep on the couch again! Go to bed!", were his last words before you heard the ship's door hiss shut and he became too concentrated on the controls for further bickering. Well, at least he seemed to care for your wellbeing by now, something you back then wouldn't have ever expected to happen.

Both Merrin and Cere nod at the blunt Latero's words, Merrin barely having the control to not laugh at you two unknowingly challenging each other to a yawning match, one louder and longer than the other until you both for a moment looked at the couch, squinting. It did look comfo- "Don't even think about it, Kyra. You too, Cal! Off to bed with you two, come on!"

Though grumbling at how quickly they wanted to get "rid" of you two all of the sudden, Cal nods for the both of you. Once again without warning, he effortlessly lifts you back into his arms, grinning without an ounce of shame when he notices the lack of complaint of him not warning you like he was supposed to now. Instead, another growling yawn follows, such an eccentric, bone rattling one that you bare your pristine fangs and sharp canines to the open room. "I can see now why Greez feared you for a good while, they look…terrifying." He exclaimed slowly, turning to the rest of the crew when he realized you probably wouldn't give any sensible answers anymore.

He really did a number on you…the, the Bounty Hunter he means, of course…

"Well, if you would at least answer me, Kyra, you're reacting less by each minute... He laughs awkwardly, subtly trying to keep the noise down for you though when he sees how small your eyes are really getting, clearly unfocused but still on him every once in a while, a tired smile everything you return at his question.

He just wished he had some more time to talk to you before tomorrow, when everything would have to work differently again.

Even if just for then.

"Truly a spectacle to see her be quiet for once, just like you, Cal…" Merrin looks over to your still blinking self, smiling when she notices you still fully witnessed everything around you, looking around – though tired – but you just decided to save yourself the energy you could waste by talking with anyone right now. "Though I know she would love to talk smack back right about now!" A small nod from your place against his warming shoulder and the sandy poncho agreed with her, a playful frown being the limited extent of visible emotions you went with.

"I'll be going with my package…then, we'll debrief the mission after training, so I'll…see you guys later…" It took two more yawns for him to make his actual way back to the engine room you shared, cursing a bit under his breath when he somehow only now remembers the ladder taking you two down to your beds, something so basic in your daily routine, he didn't know how he forgot about it...

You really did mess with that brain of his, didn't you? But who wouldn't fall head over heels for you…he was just incredibly lucky that he was the first to see the true beauty that was you.

"Gimme a word, can you still climb a ladder?" "Uh-huh…" "It's not exactly a word, but I'll still take it." He places you back on your wobbly two feet, making sure nobody's feet were caught between the gaps in the metal platform while BD took you as his choice of descend today, beeps sounding like a laugh when you couldn't follow him to the beds yourself.

'That's what happens when you're overeager!'

Did BD just laugh at you for having your first time in the middle of a desert town? Yeah, probably…but he had a point. Though, you had no privacy anywhere else-

"Stop thinking in a loop and especially stop these 'what we did is bad' thoughts. I don't regret it, do you?" He mutters a small 'See?' when you immediately shake your head in a vigorous no, eyes as wide as they could be with sleep trying to take over.

"Do you want me to...uhm... help undress you? It's going to be uncomfortable to sleep that way…"

A few minutes later, you're both finally bed ready, though he still idled a bit on your side, warming your now shivering body as sleep clawed at not just your thoughts. But something kept you awake.

While everything should be feeling right for once, you got your Lightsaber back, you jumped over your shadow and you confessed your love to the redhead next to you, a stupid little smile on him as he let his right hand glide through your hand, gently untangling them from the battle you had on Tatooine today. It would take weeks for all the stupid sand to get out from your scalp and other body parts, feeling the small particles grind under some particular scales on your body.

But then there was this nagging feeling at the back of your head. Something was….wrong. Not everything was fine and yet you had no idea what it was, you could'nt pinpoint it. What if you had another vision tonight…what if it showed Cal getting hurt because of you?

"Cal…is everything alright?" The question was asked without a previous thought being exchanged by the two of you to give him an immediate reason for your worry, but when he freezes for just a moment, you were certain something was wrong…

"You're just exhausted, Kyra…you know your senses get a bit funky then. Tomorrow is a new day and look at it that way: You can finally fight me in actual Lightsaber Combat! I can't wait to see what you're capable of with it!"

He was rambling on, words flowing almost too quickly for your current state to actually follow him mentally, so you just...nod. You didn't question the unusual pattern of speech he suddenly took to respond to your concern.

You didn't question the sudden speed he ended your warming interaction, or how he left your bed side like it burned him, some to you inaudible excuse leading him back so his bed.

You were too tired now, still slightly basking in the afterglow of your not so Jedi like acts earlier, so you didn't even file these actions for worrisome. Maybe he had been tired as well, he had to be, he exerted himself even more than you. He held onto you, made you feel all these fantastical things for the first time. Such a feat is tiring, especially after fighting 25 Bounty Hunters at your side…

"Hey Kyra?" You hear his bed creak a bit from him letting himself fall onto it with a heavy sigh, a hint of burden hidden in it.

"Yes, Cal?" Would he maybe tell you what is evidently wrong after all…? Did he not trust you as much as you promised each other in the end?

Silence, deafening silence...

"I-I love you…" He claims, voice heavy with something, a sniffle going right past your numbed senses by now as well as you could only smile at the black partition that hid his figure from you. He made you feel like a whole different person…a better version of yourself.

"And I love you too, Goodnight Cal…and I can't wait for Zeffo to train…"

Blissful and happy about today's events, you didn't hear the effect your true-to-the-core words had on him. Meanwhile you drifted off to a hopefully dreamless sleep quicker than you had since the fall of the Order, feeling mostly at ease for once, again.

"And nothing will ever change my feelings for you, my beautiful, breathtaking Dragonfly…I love you more…"

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[pagerunner-j]

I know I'm late to the party here, but I picked up Jedi: Fallen Order when it was free on PS+, and have been spending some of my sleepless hours over the last several days playing through it. I'm not done yet, but I'm getting close. A few thoughts about it, in no particular order.

(spoilers, probably, but they're mild.)

Cal, I'm very sorry I was disinterested from early impressions and thought you were kind of bland. You are, in fact, a good, good egg and I'm glad to have you.

Force-based psychometry should have been a thing a whole lot sooner. It's also probably the most elegant choice they could have made for in-game lore drops. Thumbs up.

BD-1: best droid.

Whoever designed BD's holomaps, however, needs to be dragged out back and given a...stern talking-to.

On that note: oh dear god does this game need fast travel. Please. I am begging with all my heart.

I mean, Merrin can apparently teleport wherever the hell she wants, so can't she teach us or something? You can come up with a narrative excuse here, guys. I PROMISE YOU CAN.

Side note: I never did watch the Clone Wars series, and God knows there's too much ancillary Star Wars media to keep track of everything unless you make it your full-time job, so this is my first encounter with the Nightsisters.

They are entirely my jam.

Neeeed mooooore.

Overall thoughts: I appreciate what they're going for with the combat in this game; I'm not very good at it, although I'm getting better; I'd probably get better much faster if I were less impatient on account of not wanting to retrace my steps all the time if I screw up, because I reiterate: OMG THESE MAPS.

Upside? Story difficulty exists. Thaaaaaank yooooooou.

Related: There are some combat achievements I haven't dinged yet and am planning to try in the post-game, and I'll probably change the difficulty back at some point while I'm at it, now that I've got the maps fully cleared and at least kind of know where I'm going? Mostly.

Having found every chest (thank you to whoever wrote the guide at True Achievements; you rock) and thereby discovered pretty much every poncho variant known to mankind -- except for the clear plastic kind they give you at theme parks so you can keep dry in the rain and/or at messy stage shows, and now I wish they'd tossed in one of those for kicks -- I would like to encourage the devs, if they have the time between now and April, to put a few different kinds of collectibles on the map next time. Just one or two. For me.

(Oh, ponchos. The '70s were a weird damn time, okay.)

Elemental Nature II + Magus: pretty pretty lightsaber combo.

I was also super torn about color choice, but I went with cyan and really have no regrets. My personal headcanon for it: you find your crystal in a cave of ice, you might as well stick with the color palette.

Above all, though, the main reason I started writing this list was the scene I just watched, where we got to a pivotal dramatic moment and Cal got properly knighted, with a lightsaber and all, and my jaw fucking dropped, because it's been decades now of Star Wars and all these movies and shows and games and books and shit and -- again, with the caveat here that I absolutely haven't seen everything, but still -- that was the first time I'd seen that happen.

and seriously

HOW WAS THAT THE FIRST TIME I'VE SEEN THAT HAPPEN

all the points to the devs of this game for making the obvious choice that somehow wasn't obvious at all.

(P.S. If you give me a bogling pet for my ship, LET ME PLAY WITH IT. Glimpsing it in the vents now and then is not enough. I pout. Still amused that Greez A: has noticed signs of its presence, if not its actual presence and B: is perplexed by it, though.)

[kierazfallenorder]

cal kestis x reader (fluff)

tw : alcohol abuse, arguments, vomitting, fluff, verbal abuse, minor jedi survivor spoilers, happy ending.

“i’m 120% sure i love you, it’s not even because i’m drunk…”

⬇️⬇️not my gif!

i'm sorry for the short length of this story and the bad grammar/punctuation. however, enjoy!

word count: 1204 (short one x)

you walked onto the mantis. you were alone as cal was still out on koboh. he was going to see what he could buy with his priorite shards, he was bound to be back soon. you walk around the mantis, rummaging through cupboards and cabinets. at first, you don't find much interesting. however, you soon come across a large bottle of vodka.

this was unusual for greez to have, you had never seen greez drink anything but water. you figured it must have been cere's, and you took the bottle. with the bottle in hand, you travel to your room where you sit on your bed. using your teeth, you gracefully open the bottle. the strong scent of strawberry hits you as you take a long swig. it tastes refreshing. you enjoy the first drink before it hits you. you get a large rush of alcohol, and you wanted more.

you take larger sips by the minute until you hear the door of the mantis open with cal walking inside. having already downed the bottle of vodka, you stand up and rush to cal. he looks at you confusedly when you walk up to him with a smile across your face. with open arms, you hug cal. he seems surprised, and you wouldn't blame him at all for feeling this way - if you were sober.

you lightly slap cal's back halfway into the hug, and he winces. it appeared that he had a scar there. walking into the kitchen, he looked for the alcohol and cotton. he rummaged through just like you had before. however, once he'd already turned greez's kitchen upside down, he couldn't find it.

"cal?" you slurred your words and spoke muffled.

"y/n, what?"

"what're you looking forr?"

"the alcohol, it's supposed  to be in this drawer here, however, i'm struggling to find it, and i need it urgently.."

"the one with the blue wrapper?" as you spoke, you let out a big gasp inbetween every word as if you were trying to drain out the alcohol with air.

"yes, the one with the blue wr-" he clocked just as soon as you said that. he instantly realised you were drunk. "y/n, why the hell would you drink that?"

"it was there so i had it. i got bored and just.." you were stopped by cal pulling you into a hug and picking you up. he dragged you into his room and laid you in his bed. he looked behind his artifacts that sat on his shelf. behind them, there was a bottle of water. cal places it on the desk and he sits at the foot of the bed, covering you by blankets.

"cal, why are you doing all of this? it's just a little bit of alcohol, i won't die!" you said. every word that escaped your mouth was dragged on and you often emphasised on the letters. for being drunk, you weren't acting too bad. however, you were being extremely loud.

"im doing all of this because i care about you and i seriously dont want you to feel like it's okay to drink like this, because it's not. y/n, please don't drink again.." as he spoke you could tell he felt a sharp pain somewhere in his body. it was obvious that it was coming from the wound on his back.

"what's that from?" you asked curiously and pointed at the rip in his poncho. bd-1 hopped off of cal's back to have a look, too. "looks like i' not the only one who's injured and needs to rest." you spoke with a high level of arrogance and there was a strong tone in your voice that suggested that you really didnt want to talk to him. lightly, you pulled him backwards so he was laying beside you. he blushed..

"y/n, what are you doing?" he acted frustrated.

"what, am i not allowed to lay with my best friend?" you smirk and rest your head on his chest, he shakes his head and looks down at you, grabbing your hand. "cal, you wanna know something?"

"yeah, sure," he says, slightly red from your head is in his chest and the soft moment between the two of you.

"i think i like you."

cal flushes to red and he seems scared. "you, like me?"

"Yeah." with a slight smile you look up at him and place a kiss on his cheek. You’d never been this affectionate towards the boy and it was obvious that he had never felt this level of love or respect. he just sat blankly and smiled to himself.

“there is no way that y/n likes me. me, cal kestis, of all people. you like a stupid jedi like me?” he asks, second guessing himself, as he commonly did. you shush him and turn over so you’re laying stomach to stomach. you smelt of alcohol but he enjoyed the scent as it was yours. your feelings of love toward the jedi were mutual.

“yes they are, i promise you. i swear on my lightsaber, cal.” you were being serious. 

“no, you’re just drunk..” he muttered to himself, unbelievingly. he wasn’t pushy about these things but he knew of a common phrase which cere and greez both often used when they cooked using alcohol. ‘drunk words are sober thoughts.’

the words played through cal’s head, he didn’t want it to be true, it couldn’t be true.. It is. It was and it forever will be. he shoots you a smile and you return it.

“i’m 120% sure i love you, it’s not even because i’m drunk…” with that cal flushes to a deeper red than he already was - if that was possible. he looks at his hands and looks around at the room. he didn’t believe it for a single second. 

“i think i love you, too, y/n..” your face lit up hearing the words. but, before you can stand up, you have to have a drink of water to prevent yourself from vomitting. “y/n?” he sat up quick as he saw you retch, he was lucky enough not to have to face it. “are you okay?” he says worriedly.

“better than ever. yet, i could be even better if-” you cut yourself off and stopped yourself from being sick. with a frown, you looked to your left where cal was holding you. his arms were passionately wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly as he kissed your cheek lightly. in one swift movement, he pulled you backwards to lay you beside him. 

“maybe you just need a boyfriend to keep you safe, hm?” he proposed, indicating that the boyfriend you needed was himself. 

“can that boyfriend be you?”

“if thats what you want, then of course it can.” with that, a smile was stuck on your face as you lightly kissed him. and then it hit you.

this shouldn’t be happening, and wouldnt usually. theres not supposed to be any jedi on jedi, but you two were one of the first to defy against this. you and cal had a lot in store for you and you were going to live forever together, at least you vowed to.

[lyn-rambles]

To hold what once was there

To hold what once was there: Part II and final

Pairing: Skyrose (Luke Skywalker x Primrose Lutto)

Summary: Luke had messed up big time, and after plenty of tears shed, and the ache of both hearts might help into getting what was theirs to begin with.

Word Count: aprox. 2.7k

Warnings: Fluffier than the last one, Macondo still wants Luke's head on a spike but loves him anyway, rebuilding relationships, everyone here shares the same braincell, the author needs to believe that everything will turn out fine, Canon complainant, Mandalorian and Book of Boba Fett Spoilers, I haven't seen both but I know the enough Spoilers to write this, not proof read we die like men.

"Took your teeth brush?" Maco teased.

"Yes, Dad." Primrose teased back.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked concerned. "I mean-"

"For the twelfeth time today," she cut him off. "We'll work this out, he needs help on the temple and we'll figure that mess there."

It wasn't like Luke and Prim were dating again… To Maco's knowledge, they had exchanged holos and other messages. Luke had also visited them plenty Fes was getting used to his presence and that was almost enough to make him forgive him, but Fes loved stories about outside planets even if they came from Bobba Fett himself.

"Just worried about ya." He said with feigned offense.

Fes'kika had climbed over the Naboonian ship, it didn't had much space compared to the others he was offered, but he didn't need much, and Luke did not mind showing it to the kid, he had a voracious need for knowledge or he was just nosy, the three of them could not decide on which was the correct one. Prim appeared with a back pack, a tool box and one Republic crate, she had her brown poncho draped over her worned out white shirt and beige trousers.

"Is this all?" Maco asked surprised.

"Perks of being a veteran, you always pack efficiently." She had a sad smile, it was hard letting go of her home when the only thing she had wanted to do after the war, was to come back. She smiled at her brother, he was holding out his tears, Artorious had went to the Colonies with the rising need of communication experts, their parents had finally found peace on the Core Planets, only them had found a home on the hell ring that Tatooine was.

"Send me a Holo once you are there OK, Prim?" He asked. Prim jumped into his arms and kissed his cheeks.

"I'll do so Maco." She chuckled.

Fes'kika came down with Luke, and ran up to Prim jumping to her back. Luke stared fondly at the way she nuzzled his cheek before saying goodbye, he went to help with her crate, Maco finally offered his rough hand and Luke squeezed it.

"Do not be stupid again, please." Maco joked.

"That phase is finally over." Luke assured after all, even Master Cal and Master Shasta agreed that the old ways were unsustainable, or at the least they weren't sustainable anymore.

They left Tatooine, and the journey was quiet, too quiet. The hyperspace hum accompanied them, Prim gave him a strained smile and stood up for a stretch. Luke sighed, he rubbed his eyes with his right hand. He didn't want to push the conversation, but it had to be done, there had been some lingering touches here and there, some glances stolen when they thought the other would not be seeing, some kisses despite what they had said. His shoulders tensed and his face contorted at his worries. He felt himself being thrown back to the same 21 year old who could take down complete Imperial fleets, but couldn't see his crush at the eyes again.

She sat again and swallowed, he could feel her nervousness but not precisely what she thought. She inhaled sharply.

"So," Luke panicked for a second. Was it happening right here… right now? "You said you needed help to set up some facilities right?"

His heart beat calmed. "Y-Yeah" He pursed his lips. "Most are communications and water systems, your speciality" He teased.

"You do know I prefer ships, right?" Prim grinned at him turning her chair at him. He did the same and now they looked at each other, they looked at each other as if they knew what conversation should be happening, but neither spoke a word, instead he fixed the course for the automatic pilot.

"Anything else that I should be warned before arriving?" She asked looking at the controls absentmindedly.

"More than the unexpected rains, nothing else." She nodded.

"Going for a quick rest." She left him alone.

The door hissed as she left, and did it again when R2 rolled in, whirring at him.

"I know, I know" He sighed. "I truly don't know how to abord the topic."

R2 beeped disappointed, but didn't waste the opportunity to cuss at him.

"I am going to scrub your circuits with acid if you keep talking like that." Luke scolded the droid. "At the same time, you may have a point buddy."

Primrose's quick rest was her staring blankly at the ship wall. This was familiar but at the same time, the dread crept onto her spine like a set of bugs all over her skin. She was aware that he still held feelings for her, Luke always played with his heart on his sleeve, at least he did that when he did not needed to play his role as a Jedi. It used to be easier to difference between the two, but he was now a fully fledged knight, not the same scrawny kid who took down the Death Star. She sighed and huddled more into the sheets.

They arrived with little to no problem at all. In fact, there was little to no problem at all during the first days, they still knew there was a conversation that needed to be addressed, but it didn't, when it hanged into them, it was funny how they almost took turns into walking away from it. When they weren't looking into the preparations, Luke was either meditating or training. Prim took her sweet time into getting to know the area and doing droid maintenance, there was something that ticked her off when the first Jedi scroll appeared on her desk.

When she was a kid, she had learned to read using the engineering pads her mother had, they where Republic Era techniques and technology, but the Empire was known for reusing those ships.

Luke knew very well that she would read anything that found its way to her hands, it was hard resisting to such one of a kind information, she still felt a little mixed feelings about him doing this so she tried to put the lights off and rest.

Luke was stretching. His own footsteps didn't make much noise since he carried his shoes with his hands, he didn't want to have to scrub the muddy floor. It was late so he hoped to see every light off. He passed next to Primrose's room and found the faint light seeping through the door. He wanted to enter, she must have been reading the scroll but just before he knocked… The light was turned off. He was left with a sour taste, and the fist standing just over the door. He went his way to his quarters.

"Stupid Skywalker," muttered Prim into the pillow. "and his stupid care for others, his stupid attention and the stupid grin I know he had when he left that here." The scroll talked about the sabers and their construction, he completely remembered the way she looked at him when he tinkired with it.

Luke felt her tug, she was embarrassed. He breathed relaxed knowing that she had read it through and full. A cowardly move of him to use that, but with the quiet tension between the two, it was better than no talk at all.

Next day came, he walked up as early as usual, the sun was coming up but the place was dim. He walked to the kitchen where the faint lights were on. Over his seat rested a covered plate.

Prim had gotten up before the sun, if she wanted to secure a way to pump water to all the rooms she had to start it today. She had breakfast before him, she couldn't hear the tools over the music on her headphones, but he could, Luke could even hear her hum as she worked.

The same routine continued for almost two weeks, Primrose was glad the job was actually demanding so she couldn't see him, but she could catch glimpses of him training, of the sweat trailing down his golden locks pasting them into his forehead, the way his clothes pressed against his skin, she could swear she heard the quiet huff of his breath.

They took lunch together after getting morning's duty ready. It was strangely domestic, they understood each other really well, it even felt like they had a lifetime together, like they have had the time and space to truly relish into each other's presence. They could not get themselves to talking, it had to be done of course… Then again there was a small sense of normality, that they wanted to enjoy as much as they could.

Luke was finishing his meditation when he heard the crush of the grass. His eyes fluttered open and met hers.

"Oh! Sorry" She began to apologize. “I was just taking a walk I didn’t knew you were here”

He laughed tenderly. “Its fine, I was just finishing.” He patted the spot next to him. “You can rest here if you want.”

He then realized how bad of an idea it was, he was used to see her with her high ponytail, the planet was too humid to leave it be, and it was bushy, beyond her control. The only days he had seen it down was when she showered at night.

Today her ponytail was low, her old orange bandana tied it. It gave her a more relaxed appearance, like it shrouded her face with a gentler light. Her face was fuller and brighter, the way the sunlight bathed her scar made him look away, he closed his eyes listen intently at her steps and the ruffle of her clothes. She was close he could reach for her knee if he moved his hand just a few centimeters.

He opened his eyes, in an effort to not make his nervousness as evident as he feared it was. She wasn't looking at him, she faced the clear in front of them, her brown eyes watching the way the dragonflies gently grazed the water and then moved away from the frogs.

“This is your meditating spot?” Prim smacked herself inside her head, way to start a conversation.

“One of the many, but the one I like the most” he answered calmly. “It is very relaxing, isn’t it?”

“I’ve got to hand it to you,” she had noticed how close she had sat to him, and took the deliberate decision to open the cross on her legs.

He tensed lightly his thigh, he was not making a great job at keeping his cool, it might as well be an unintentional touch, just her making herself comfortable, but then again, she had outright flirted with him for 7 months before he even tried to make a move.

“but I think it is prettier than it is relaxing, there are many too sounds and far to many things to see for it to not be a distraction.” She pointed at a frog that had just jumped at them.

Luke had a hearty laugh, Prim had to call to every ounce of self control to not blush, Luke smirked and smoothly scooted closer, his robotic hand placed behind her as he lifted the frog gently with the Force.

“It helps to get closer to the Force around us.” He explained, when he freed the small amphibian. “Lets us see how everything is interconnected.” It landed on top of a leaf and jumped straight into the pond, scaring the dragonflies. “From the smallest being, to the greatest of them” a hawk like bird zoomed in front of them catching a fish. “That wasn’t planned I swear.”

Both broke into laughter.

Besides the profound talk of the Force, Luke felt deep inside something about it had helped them into easing a little more.

Lunch was great, awesome even. They didn’t sneak around answers or dodged questions, in fact plenty of their conversation reminisced to the talks they shared back at the bases.

“But in any case, you didn’t hear it from me” He finished earning a little more laughs as he talked about some old memories from the rogue team.

Their hands were close dangerously close, he lowered his gaze to her calloused fingers, her hands hadn’t changed, they were always strong, but always had a way into working the most delicate pieces of wiring. His hand moved forward his fingers making their way between hers.

Prim noticed, her heart beat rose. He had gotten the clue, and her stomach suddenly disappeared, Lunch? Who cared about lunch when the one and only Luke Skywalker, her Sun… At least, who used to be her Sun.

Yeah, they were beating around the bush about the conversation that needed to be done.

This kind of pining became usual, they secretly thanked alcohol was not involved in the following weeks, Prim did not have the enough bravery to accept a kiss form him and Luke did not have enough wits to do so.

He would not admit also to spend plenty if days laying in his bed thinking about well his new neighbor, next door. Prim also spend ridiculous amounts of time thinking which was a terrible idea considering Luke could read her thoughts.

Then, a downpour, it started as the gentle sound of rain, and then lighting and thunder came. Prim didn’t like thunder, there was still part of the recruit, the deserter, the girl who got all her friends killed, she remembered their glassy eyes dead eyes staring at nothing as her and Wong laid motionless playing dead for the troopers.

That’s how she laid under the covers, then a thunder. She winced, her eyes forcefully shutting, and huddling into the warm covers.

Then a knock on the door, Luke, he might have heard her, she wanted to reassure him, but she was glued to the bed.

“Prim everything alright there?” he asked. He heard a murmur on the other side, it didn’t really sound affirmative. “OK I’m getting in.”

The room was dim, he saw the bump on her bed, and he sat on the edge of her mattress.

“Why are you here?” she said without turning to him.

“You didn’t sound so fine.”

Prim stayed silent. “I am OK, go away” that’s what she wanted to say, two years of no contact and then he came again crashing down her whole world again.

“Do you want me to stay?” he asked.

“Yes” she scooted away to make room for him to lay with her. They had fell asleep together once before today, but that wasn’t the same.

His arms brought her back to his chest as his chin rested over her head.

Another lighting broke the sky, and the thunder made her clutch at his arm.

“Sorry” He… Apologized.

“What for?”

“For disappearing like that.” Her eyes opened in surprise. “I hadn’t properly apologized for it”

“It is fine,” Prim began to relax into him. “I also turned you away when you left.”

“No, need to apologize for it” he admitted.

“I am sorry too, for making up things to avoid you.” She admitted.

“Its ok, Prim” he began to relax, a thunder roared on the distance.

“I am also sorry for not being honest.”

Luke was taken aback. “Why… if I may ask?”

“The last few days… I’ve being putting off finishing the systems, because I want to… huh…” she swallowed. “I want to stay here, with you”

His Jedi façade finally crumbled down. “Look at me.”

Prim still in his arms turned to see the Jedi Knight. His blue eyes could not hide the love that poured down to her, to his stars.

“Can you repeat it, my stars… Please?” he pleaded.

Her hands were placed over his chest. He could see the devotion, the finally overcome fear, something that never left.

“I want to stay here, with you, my Sun” her eyes rapidly changed between the plush of his lips and his eyes.

Finally he leaned in, to finally hold what once was there.

[hetamata]

watched the jedi survivor reveal trailer i propose that the blaster on cal's hip is for bd1.

[calkissed]

Cal Kestis As Your Boyfriend

↬ Cal Kestis Bf Headcanons ★

anon: “hello! i would like a headcanon of cal kestis being your boyfriend, something fluff for a female reader 😖 please”

anon: “hey! could you write dating cal kestis headcanons please and thank you🙏🙏”

✧ Genre: fluff fluff & more fluff with a tiny bit of angst

✧ Media: headcanon / bullet-point

↬ gender neutral reader :)

the MOST annoying adorable jedi bf ever.

probably not too much pda only cause he's embarrassed after Cere teased him about you two

but ALONE he's the sweetest most loving boyfriend in the galaxy

he doesn't always like to voice his emotions, but he's happy to hear yours

whether you are ecstatically telling him about a mission or adventure that went well, how cute it was to see BD-1 flying around the few times he did, or if you were upset after a nightmare or mission gone wrong.

but sometimes you end up pulling his feelings out of him

not that you force it

but he becomes more comfortable with you the longer you two are together

TAKES U ON SO MANY HIKES

idk hikes or picnics on Bogano or pretty waterfalls on Zeffo are his favorite things ever

literally his idea of a date

or killing stormtroopers & bog rats together😍

he uh… he's learning how dates normally go 

but you don't mind

soooo hard working

takes care of you like ur his child or something and you do the same

like "Oh Y/N can I get you some water?"

"Don't trip, Flower, I don't want you getting hurt."

but you're the same with him

"Cal, can I make you some breakfast?"

"When was the last time you took a nice hot bath? I can draw you one if you want?"

you guys just hella take care of each other 

and bcs you're both so attentive and aware your communication is 👌👌👌

but also he is such a diva HAHAHAHA 

pretends to get annoyed about the stupidest things

"Y/N can you put your shoes by the door instead of my room please🙄✋" 

but he'll literally be wearing his shoes laying on his bed AND UR LIKE ???😃😃

Cal is such a fashionista so for your birthday he decides you also need a matching pink poncho

you guys wear them everywhere together

Greez says you two look like walking cotton candy

you guys laugh together a lot too

sometimes it's laughing until your lungs hurt 

or it's completely silent - but it's not awkward

sometimes you both love just sitting in each others presence knowing the other is beside you

he's so funny on accident

like he'll make comments about things that make you absolutely crack up

and you'll be laughing so hard that he doesn't even realize how funny he's being

and you laugh even harder at his confused demeanor and questions to what was so funny

one time😭

he brings you flowers back from Kashyyyk for your anniversary😭

but man's doesn't want you to see them so he doesn't put them in the terrarium 

and they literally die LMFAO

he goes to get them and comes back so sad like 😞</3

"I-I got you these flowers, and they were so nice, I swear… they just-"

 Is literally upset about it for the next week

But it's okay because your gift to him was a hike & picnic on Kashyyyk ofc

and the same flowers were right by the spot you two settled down in :)

You guys just get each other

and it's nice to know another young person so full of life and spirit that you bring out of each other :) ♡

[wrencatte]

mini-fic 5!! (ish) Post-Survivor. Rambler Crew + Mantis Crew + Cal's ponchos. Omniscient POV. 1k words Reminder! I post these on my Ao3 as well (a day or so later), including an alt version of mini fic 3 that's Ao3 exclusive!

“That is not a good look.”

Cal frowns and looks down at his new poncho, stretching it out from the bottom to put it on full display. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It clashes with your hair,” Merrin says.

“Everything clashes with my hair.

“Well, that is worse.”

“It smells,” Greez complains. “Where did you find that thing, the garbage?!”

Cal grins. “Actually – .”

“Please no.”

“I found it in an oggdo abode.”

“And you put it on?” Greez demands in horror, his voice higher and squeakier than Cal’s ever heard it get before.

Cal stares at him for a long, long moment before he lets out a sharp giggle, and then that giggle turns into a full-on cackle. He falls against the bar top for support. The present cantina patrons watch in amusement and fondness as their resident Jedi turns red faced at the force of his laughter. They don’t get to hear him laugh very often, and the smell of his ‘new’ poncho is nearly worth it.

Greez isn’t done: “Why the hell is there even an oggdo on this planet? I thought we left that sithspawn on Bogano!”

“Maybe it followed you just as the boglings did,” Merrin suggests, patting Cal on the back as he wheezes. “Perhaps you missed it on the ship, it seems quite miss-able.” That, for some reason, just makes Cal start back up again, covering his face as his ears turn bright red. It’s a borderline hysterical laugh, but everyone very carefully avoids making note of that.

Greez points at her. “You, be quiet. And you.” He marches up to Cal and starts tugging on his ‘new’ poncho, but all he succeeds in is yanking the Jedi around while he smacks at the latero’s hands. “Take it off! I can’t have you stinkin’ up my saloon!”

“Hey! Hey! C’mon, it’s not that bad!”

“No, it is.”

“It really is, Cal.”

“Sorry, Red, but that thing smells worse than nekko crap.”

Cal turns to his gathered friends with betrayed tooka eyes. It really only works on Zygg, who immediately looks away, hiding her face with a hand so she’s not swayed by them. Mosey covers her nose for emphasis even though she’s smelled way worse on her own adventuring. She’s even said so and Cal swears a bilemaw smells worse than the oggdo did. Cal covers his heart in mock betrayal before all the pointed looks and disgusted expressions makes him reluctantly give in and pull off the pink poncho. He drops it into Greez’s waiting hands. He knows when he’s been outnumbered despite what some people would think.

“Good,” Greez says, holding it as far away from himself as possible. Which isn’t very far, but Cal counts that as pay back for making him take it off in the first place. “I’ll just…run this a couple hundred times in the washer and give it back – .”

“Tomorrow?” Cal asks hopefully where he’s started to rummage around in the bag he’s been carrying around lately. Says it’s a better place to put all the seed pods and priorite he’s been finding around Koboh. Merrin joked once that it was the perfect size to fit a fully grown bogling and he really just wanted to show it the scenery. Cal hadn’t denied it.

“Never?” Merrin suggests then laughs airily as she dodges one of the aforementioned seed pods Cal throws at her good-naturedly. BD-1 beeps his protest at the seed pod being treated like that, earning an apology from a suitably chastised Cal. “I am just saying, you’ve outgrown the ponchos, Cal. This style you’ve cultivated over the years is much better.”

“But they’re comfortable,” Cal complains, still rummaging.

…The bag isn’t that deep.

Mosey eyes him suspiciously even as she says, “I’ve got a couple’a ponchos you can have, Red. They were my pa’s, but I doubt he’d mind if you took ‘em off my hands. They’re good for the mountain trails since it gets cold up there. And they’ve been stored up all nice and clean.”

Cal flashes her a smile. “Thanks, Mosey, but no thanks. I’m all stocked up.” Everyone watches in horror as he pulls out another poncho. It’s not nearly as garish as the pink one, but it’s still ratty and smelly and Cal pulls it over his head with a bright, beaming grin. “See? Problem solved.”

“Problem not solved!” Greez shrieks, flinging the pink one away. “You brat! Are you kidding me right now?!”

“I have four more!” Cal declares proudly.

“No,” Merrin whispers, aghast.

Cal nods, his smile getting smug now. “Yes. A crate of them just sitting there. It looked like someone tried to set up camp and the oggdo took offense to it. You can take one, but you can’t take them all!”

“Merrin,” Greez says, voice low and serious. Cal looks at him, eyebrow raised in a challenge. The latero puts one set of hands on his hips and points at Cal. “Get him.”

Green magick flares but Cal is already running out the main door, cackling loudly as Merrin gives chase. The rest of them are left behind to stare at Cal’s bag still sitting on the ground.

“Do you really think he has four more?” Moran asks, clutching his drink to his chest. He’s looking a little pale.

“We could throw out the whole thing?” Ashe suggests. “He can collect more seeds later.”

“Doma would kill us for the priorite.”

“Kark, she would.”

Before any of them can make another suggestion, a little body dashes through, scoops the bag up to her chest and pauses, giving them all a good moment to really take in the sight of Kata looking at them all wide-eyed and innocent… wearing a smaller and cleaner poncho in her favorite shade of purple. BD jumps onto her back with a happy beep, and she grins brightly at them before she then – runs away, giggling.

Greez blinks once, twice, and then swears loudly.

“I knew it! I knew they were working together! Those, those brats!”

[profound-imagination]

Lost & Found - Cal Kestis - Part 6

A/N: Trigger Warning - slight talk of death and injury please let me know if I have missed any!! Chapter 6 let's go!!❤️

Merrin came running at you and enveloped you in a hug "I missed you" she grinned. Cere greeted you with a wave and a small smile, the two of you had never seen eye to eye on anything, her always pushing Cal to the next mission no matter how injured he was and you being his fierce protector but you needed her now, you needed to know if the dreams were in fact dreams having spent the time you waited for them to arrive thinking about your necklace, about how you gave it to Cal in a dream and now it was gone. Greeze shoved through Merrin and Cere and gave you a surprising hug "How ya doing, kid?" He asked, you nodded at him slightly "I'm okay" he nodded back at you in understanding "let's go get our boy then shall we?" He asked, BD answered that question for you by letting out a long and happy "Booooop"

"How often has he been appearing to you, in these dreams?" Cere asked, you shrugged "Since he was taken, they stopped for a couple of months before he showed up, but other than that, every night" she nodded while flipping through the Jedi texts in front of her "We'll figure it out" she told you "It's late, try and get some sleep, we left your quarters as they were" you got up with a sigh and walked into your old quarters in the Mantis and realised Cere wasn't lying, everything was exactly how you left it, right down to Cal's poncho that was waiting for you to fall asleep with on your bed, BD had been quiet today and you could tell he was getting desperate to have his old master back. You removed your boots and got yourself ready for bed, climbing into it felt like heaven and thanks to the poncho that had been sat there, it smelt like Cal and you decided then that you never wanted to leave it. Your eyes closed quickly and you drifted off to sleep.

You woke not too long later and turned over, not sure what woke you, you froze as you spotted a figure in the corner of your room, you saw BD out of the corner of your eye, slowly approaching whoever was stood in your room. "BD..." You said cautiously, but it was too late, he was stood in front of the stranger. You inadvertently held your breath as the stranger knelt down to BD's level and reached their hand out to touch BD "Hey buddy" you released your breath, Cal. "What are you doing here?" You questioned him "I don't know" was the only answer he supplied "Cere doesn't think these are dreams but she won't tell me anything until she's sure" you told him, he nodded and walked towards you with BD in his hands "I don't think these are dreams either" he confessed "I think, somehow, the force is bringing us together, I'm bringing us together when we're asleep and not so guarded" you blinked at him twice and noticed him smiling at your bed slightly, he'd noticed the poncho that you'd been curled up with.

"Been missing me?" He teased "Of course I have you idiot, I never gave up on you...have they hurt you again? Since we last spoke?" You had to know, it'd been over a week since you'd last seen Cal, he shook his head no "I'm doing what they ask and keeping my head down" he sighed "Next time they do it will be the last, I can't do it anymore" you blinked away the tears that had formed at his confession "I'm coming to get you" you told him "I'm not leaving you there when it's my fault you're there in the first place, I'm coming to get you and we'll go far away" his hands balled up into fists as he placed BD on the bed "You can't, you can't save me from this without dying, even if we do escape we'll be hunted for the rest of our lives" you shrugged and grabbed his hands and made him sit next to you on the bed, he relaxed as BD jumped on his lap "So what, Cal? So what if they hunt us? We'll find some backwater planet somewhere and hide, just you and me, it should've never been up to you to save the order, it wasn't fair, so let's just go, please? Meet me somewhere, anywhere and we'll go" you didn't care that you were begging him, you didn't care that you sounded desperate, you just needed him to agree and you could tell he wanted too, but you continued on your rant "Do you really think its best to stay with them? To let them wipe out who you really are? To mess with your mind until you don't know who I am? Who BD is? Cere, Merrin & Greeze? What about when they send you to kill me again? Will you hesitate? I won't fight you for my life Cal, when you come for me you'll have to strike me down in cold blood because I won't fight you, I couldn't even if I wanted too" he shook his head "You need to ask Cere to teach you some basic moves with my old saber, at least enough so you can defend yourself, you won't be able to weild it like a Jedi but it'll still be an effective wepon" he said "No" was all you said as a reply.

The two of you sat in uncomfortable silence for a while, both angered by the others stubbornness but both relived to be next to one another again, you turned your head to meet Cal's gaze that had been boring a hole in your head for the last 5 minutes and he wordlessly opened his arm to you, without hesitation you shuffled yourself into his embrace and breathed him in "As much as I hate it, I kinda like this dark aesthetic on you" you mumbled into his chest he chuckled and you could feel the vibrations against your cheek that had turned bright red having admitted that out loud "Yeah? You feeling the baddie vibe I've got now?" He asked, wait, was he flirting with you? You nodded "Yeah, it's kinda hot, but I prefer Cal the hero" you looked up at him and realised his face was much closer than you thought and your head filled with those pesky thoughts of kissing him again "Will you accept a bit of both?" He wispering now, you could feel his breath fanning your face "I don't think I'll ever fully be able to be the hero again" you forced yourself to swallow the lump in your throat and the anticipation built in your chest "I'll take you however you come, you don't need to be a hero, just be Cal, my Cal" you wispered back, his eyes fluttered shut "I think I can do that" was all he said as your eyes fluttered shut just before his lips ghosted over yours in the lightest of kisses.

[chadillacboseman]

^Pic from @autumnleaves1991-blog 's writer wednesday prompt.

Pairing: Cal Kestis x F!Reader Word Count: 950 Warnings: Unprotected sex, some indulgence of my praise kink. A/N: As we all know, I am obsessed w/ my beloved poncho Jedi. He deserves to fuck.

--

Cal Kestis had to admit that sometimes the view in the scrapyard wasn’t so bad- at least when you were around. When the Bracca sun hit your face just right, you looked like a painting, perfect and radiant. Even when your skin was smeared with dirt and grease, or when you were spouting curses like a pirate, you were beautiful.

Sometimes, you’d catch Cal staring and you’d shoot him cross-eyed face, sending him into a fit of laughter. He wondered if you knew, deep down, how he felt. But those were dangerous waters- he was a Jedi in hiding after all.

So for now, he was content with watching you and longing from a distance.

--

The ride back to the Scrapper City was long, and Cal often found himself drifting to sleep with the gentle sway of the railcar. Occasionally, you would let him rest his head on your shoulder while he dozed, chuckling as he softly snored.

This night was the same- the long trip through the pouring rain and the railcar swaying gently in the Bracca storm.

Scrapper City was ugly- all high rise buildings and smog-filled skies. Prauf, Cal, and yourself shared a dwelling on the 14th floor of a bland, metal building that had far too few windows. It had three bedrooms, but only one bathroom, which sometimes led to mornings filled with angry yelling and pounding on doors.

Cal was just happy to have you and Prauf close to him. Bracca was more tolerable with friends, and he wasn't sure what he would do without the two of you.

Nighttime had fallen in earnest by the time the railcar arrived in Scrapper City and the three of you stepped out into the rainy darkness. Prauf loudly declared that he was headed to the nearest bar, and you yawned and mumbled something about turning in early.

Cal thought about joining Prauf at the bar- a stiff drink would soothe his aching muscles. But more of him wanted to join you in the apartment- to be close to you for the hour or so before you fell asleep.

The two of you rode up the lift in silence, all yawns and stretches of sore bones as the machinery ground along to the 14th floor. Cal snuck small glances at you, watching the way you fidgeted with your shirt and wiped at the grease marks on your knuckles.

Once in the apartment, you went to the kitchen, rummaging in the fridge for a late night meal. Cal shuffled behind you, trying to reach the water bottle he left on the counter just as you bent lower to clasp the handle of the jug in the back.

Cal's breath hitched in his throat when you brushed against him. You turned your head at the sound, tousled hair hanging in your eyes and a puzzled expression on your face.

"Sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with want, "Just trying to get my water bottle."

You didn’t move.

“Cal…” your voice was soft, and your eyes remained locked with his, “Do you want me?”

The next moments were a blur; Cal followed you to his bedroom, heart thudding in his chest, shedding his poncho and shirt as he went. You dropped your clothes to the floor and Cal tried to stop his jaw from doing the same- he had seen you in minimal clothing before, sure, but this was different.

You were in his bed.

Cal felt like his brain was on fire when he freed his erection and climbed on top of you. You cupped his face with your hand and he let out a shaky breath.

“It’s okay, Cal,” you murmured, “you deserve this.”

The Jedi pushed into you with a groan and you cried out his name, clutching at his broad shoulders. He pulled out slowly before snapping his hips back into you with a low moan.

“You look so beautiful,” he grunted between thrusts, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Cal dipped his mouth to yours, teeth nipping gently at your bottom lip as he fucked you. His kiss was frantic, desperate, as if he thought he was going to wake up from a dream at any moment. His pace was growing erratic as he came closer to the edge, barely able to contain himself any longer.

Cal pulled back and snaked a hand to your clit, the rough pad of his thumb working in gentle, tight circles on the button of nerves. You whimpered his name and he grinned, “I like the way that sounds.” You slapped weakly at his chest and he chuckled.

“Cal, please-” you were practically whining, “I’m so close.”

Your words set the Jedi’s mind into a frenzy. He continued his movements on your clit as he thrusted into you mercilessly. You let out a strangled cry as you clenched around him, and the sound was enough to drive him over the edge. His hips stuttered as he spilled inside you with a groan.

Cal stayed like that for a moment before pulling out slowly, savoring the sight of himself covered in both of your releases. He collapsed beside you, sweat-covered, and you sat up on your elbow to look at him.

“Prauf cannot find out about this,” you muttered, “he will never shut up if he does.”

Cal chuckled and turned on his side to face you, “He won’t.”

“He might-” You lowered your voice and Cal raised an eyebrow, “He came home about 10 minutes ago.”

[starwarsafterdark]

Just Us - Cal Kestis x Reader

Characters: Cal Kestis, Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, explicit content

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Smut, sex, cock riding, pussy eating, blowjobs, begging, breast/nipple play

Summary: You and Cal are finally alone

-

It had been so long since Cal and you had been alone. Everyone else on The Mantis headed off into the market town, and the two of you decided not to join them. They were going to be gone for hours, and you both had something else on your mind.

Cal came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“We’re finally all alone.” He nuzzled your head to the side and slowly kissed up your neck.

“Don’t know the last time you could say that was... or when you’ll get to say it again.” You sighed, leaning back into him. You felt his lips next to your ear,

“Guess we should make the most of it then.” He smirks, his hands pulling your tucked in, white shirt out. He slid his hands underneath, his skin cold against yours as they traveled up the front of your body. They brushed against the lowest part of your breasts, and paused for a moment.

“No bra, angel?” His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs sliding over your nipples.

“T-thought I’d surprise you.” You moaned.

“Oh angel I’m delighted.” He said lowly, kissing behind your ear. You turned around in his arms, and he kissed you immediately. His hands guided your grey vest down your shoulders and arms as his tongue pressed into your mouth. Then, his fingers hooked around the bottom of your shirt, slowly sliding it up as you moaned into his mouth. He broke away for just a second to lift your shirt off over your head. Cal threw your shirt on the ground and brought his lips to your neck, kissing slowly down before pausing to suck at the skin.

“Someone’s going to see that.” You mumbled. He pulled back slightly to look at you,

“Good.” He smirked, before kissing down to your breasts. He glid his tongue over your left nipple, before taking it in his mouth. He sucked gently, his hand massaging your right breast as he did so.

“Cal-“ You moaned, head falling back. He switched sides, sliding his tongue over and around your nipple before gently sucking on it. His left hand squeezed at your other breast. You could feel yourself growing wetter, your pussy throbbing over the thought of where this was headed. You had had sex before, but it was always so much quicker, so much quieter. Everything about this was different. Cal came back up, his hands not moving from your breasts.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes.” You observed.

“Why don’t you change that?” He questioned, leaning his forehead against yours. You didn’t hesitate, hands instantly moving to take off his poncho. Each layer followed until his upper half was bare. You ran your hands down his chest as you sank down to your knees. His bulge was obvious, even through his thick pants. You undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees along with his boxers. His hard cock sprung up, already leaking precum from the dark pink tip. You kissed the head of of Cal’s cock, and then continued to kiss down the entire length of it. When you reached the base, you stuck your tongue out, and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock.

“O-oh fuck angel-“ He moaned, head falling back against the wall. You looked up at him, making eye contact as you took the head of his cock into your mouth.

“Angel you’re too good to me.” He gasped, not daring to even blink as more and more of his cock disappeared into your mouth. He moaned out your name as the head of his cock pushed against the back of your throat. It twitched in your mouth as you swallowed around him. His fingers went to your hair, tangling into it. He pulled you up slowly, and then let you bob your head up and down his entire length, your tongue swirling around its girth.

“F-fuck, just like that, I’m so close (Y/N)...” Cal moaned loudly. You pulled off of him, making him whimper.

“Don’t want you to cum just yet.” You winked, coming back up and kissing him deeply. You moaned into his mouth, and you both toed off your boots. His hands went down to your belt, and undid it, letting it fall to the ground. Your pants followed and he found himself smirking again.

“No panties either?” He asked, and your cheeks flushed,

“Part of your surprise.”

A low groan came from his throat,

“You’re so naughty, angel.” He nipped at your bottom lip, before sitting down on the edge of his bunk.

“Sit on my face, (Y/N).” Cal laid down, and helped guide your hips as you egerly straddled his head. He moaned as he looked up, your pussy right in front of him, already so wet. He tightened his grip on your hips as he got taste of you, your wetness spreading over his tongue as he expertly licked at your clit. He knew just what made you squirm, and he hit every one of those spots.

“O-oh fuck-“ You moaned, gently circling your hips. Cal moaned against you, and slid his tongue into your entrance. He wiggled his tongue around, tongue fucking you.

“Cal I’m-“ He moved his tongue quicker, and moved his hand down and across your thigh. His middle finger slipped between your lower lips and landed on your clit, which he drew circles against. You came, pulsing around his tongue as your thighs shook. He cleaned you up, and loosed his grip on you, allowing you get off of him. After getting off, you looked down at him, his eyes dark from lust, his whole mouth moist and clearly wet.

“Your pussy always tastes so good, (Y/N). I’d let you sit on my face forever.”

“Maybe one day baby, maybe we’ll see how many times just that tongue of yours can make me cum.” You winked, and leaned down, tasting yourself on his lips.

“Please?” He whined, and you nodded,

“But for now, I want your cock so bad, baby.”

Cal bit his lip,

“Beg for it.”

Your eyes went wide, and you whimpered.

“Please Cal. Please fuck me, oh please please please I want your cock so bad. I need it, I need you to fill me up with your cock.” You begged. Cal let out a small moan. He quickly reached under his bunk, pulling out a small box with condoms in it. He took one and put the box back.

“Can I?” You asked him, and he handed you the little packet. You carefully opened it, and rolled it down the length of his cock. A small whimper came from him.

“Sensitive?” You giggle.

He puts his lips to your ear,

“My cock is basically begging for your pussy, angel.” His words sent a chill down your spine. You slide down, and he crawled on top of you. He grabbed his cock, and ran the head up and down the length of your pussy, gathering some of your wetness and teasing you in the process. Cal slid the head into your entrance with ease. You both moaned in sync, your hole already trying to grip onto him.

After a moment he started to slide in more, making you moan once again,

“Cal please-“ You begged, wanting him to be all the way inside of you. Cal didn’t wait, sliding his cock in until he was balls deep. He started to thrust into you, even and slow at first. You could feel every inch of him filling you up. As his lips went to yours, he brought your legs up over his shoulders, driving his cock deeper inside of you. You moaned loudly into his mouth as he fucked you faster, your kisses becoming sloppy against his mouth. His name kept leaving your lips.

“That’s it baby, I want you to cum for me. Want you to cum all over my cock.” He said between pants, looking into your eyes. He didn’t have to say it twice. You came hard, vision going white as he rocked into you through your orgasm. After a moment, you opened your eyes, looking up at Cal who had stilled.

“Your pussy doesn’t want me to leave.” Cal chuckled, your pussy still gripping his cock tightly.

“Good. You haven’t cum yet, baby.” You leaned up slightly to kiss him. You spoke again,

“I want to ride you, Cal.” You looked into his eyes.

“Oh angel-“ He breathed, and quickly flipped you over so you were on top of him. You sank all the way down onto his cock, and repositioned yourself so that you had more leverage. You lifted yourself up until almost all of his cock was out of you, and immediately slid back down, quickly taking all of him back in you.

“(Y/N)-“ He moaned, eyes shutting hard as you kept that up, riding his cock at an even pace. He fought his eyes back open, wanting to watch you ride him, wanting to watch your breasts move with every move you made. He slammed his cock up into you suddenly, trying to chase a third orgasm out of you. His fingers dug into the skin at your hips, surely leaving little bruises. He looked up, watching your breasts bouncing from the movement. Cal moaned, and brought one of his hands to your back to bring you down lower. He once again took one of your nipples in his mouth while he kept pounding into you. His balls were slapping against your skin as he fucked you, the noise loudly filling both of your ears. He let go of your nipple as his head fell back. You leaned down, leaning your forehead against his as he continued to roughly fuck you, his thrusts getting more sloppy.

“I’m so close, angel.” He moaned.

“Cum with me, Cal.” You panted, kissing him deeply as you both came together. Your mouths fell opene against each other, and Cal’s thrusts stopped as your pussy throbbed around him, milking the cum out of his cock.

It took a few moments for you both to recover, but you winced as you got off of his cock. You removed the condom and he took it, getting up so he could throw it into the garbage. He came back, and joined you in his bunk, pulling the sheet up so you were both covered up.

“I’m still leaving you that offer. A full day of eating me out.” You hummed, and he chuckled,

“Don’t worry angel. Next time we’re alone, that’s all I plan on doing.”