#I made this image earlier when I was particularly stressed out lmao

[hana-bobo-finch]

ouuuughhh my birthday is in 3 days yaaaaaayayyynghhhh why was I cursed with having birthday depression school anxiety and seasonal depression (I get it in summer for some reason) all in the same month……………

[capricornus-rex]

Someone Left to Save (10)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by Anon

Summary: The Mantis crew arrives to the capital of Ulfin, in the planet of Pevera, under siege. They meet the local rebel cell spearheaded by the former Republic admiral, Jax Beneb, who seeks to destroy the Empire’s occupation that was aggressively imposed upon while exploiting the planet of its natural resources. A plan is devised to destroy the Imperial’s main base of operations—as well as their influence—in the planet; however, it was a do-or-die mission that you and Cal had gotten yourselves caught in.

A/N: What isn’t strictly prohibited but you feel its illegal? Writing drafts of my fanfic in my office desktop LMAO the banking industry here can be pretty tight with their rules tho. AAAAAHH So sorry I haven’t been posting!!! For the past 2 days, I was finishing this whole chapter and I’ve gotten into like one-fourth of the next chapter!! (stay tuned! that one’s gonna be intense! ;w;)

Tags: Force-Sensitive! Reader, Inquisitor! Reader, Jedi! Reader, Fake Death, Jedi turned Inquisitor, Seduction to the Dark Side, Turn to the Dark Side, The Dark Side of the Force, Aftermath of Torture, Torture, Psychological Torture, Redemption Arc! Reader, Possible Redemption, Premonitions

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10 of ?

Relying on the spies’ intel didn’t cut it anymore, so getting out there was the best course of action. You perfectly knew that this is no race against the other Inquisitors, and each Jedi is just hunted game in the eyes of the Grand Inquisitor, Darth Vader, and the Emperor altogether.

You marched to the hangar with a graceful, poised stride. When you saw the hangar officers conversing by the entrance, they stiffened at the sight of you.

“Prepare my ship!” you barked.

The mechanics and engineers scrambled to your TIE Fighter—distinguishable by its black body, a red intercrossed stripe making the cockpit look like a rifle’s reticle from the outside—you watched them inspect, recalibrate, and refuel the vehicle before confirming that it’s safe for travel.

“All engines go for your TIE Fighter, Twelfth Sister,”

“Good,”

You climbed the ladder to the cockpit and made yourself comfortable. The mechanics scurried to detach the hooks and cables strapped to the vessel as you pump up the engines. The hangar attendant waved his signal rods in front of your cockpit as you slowly hover forward, following the path the attendant is carving for you, when you inched closer to the open air you cranked the throttle’s lever and accelerated. The rotors rippled out a ring of dust and air as it slowly gained some velocity, and then you zoom out of the hangar like a black comet and out of Mons Golotha.

In less than 20 minutes, the X1 TIE Fighter’s speed hindered as soon as it entered Mons Golotha’s exosphere. Staring back at you through that cockpit windshield is the star-dotted vacuum of space.

“Okay, Cal sweetheart, where could you be hiding?” you mutter to yourself as you fire up the nav computer.

You drive the TIE forward, farther and farther away from the orbiting moon, you weren’t trying to pick up a signal—you’re trying to find some peace, ironically, in the dead blankness of the galaxy in the hopes to pick up where you left in your meditation earlier. Your grip loosened, no more than a delicate, dainty hold of the steering wheel, you let go and let yourself get lost in concentration.

The heavy, gloomy hum of space helped you drown out all of the white noise in order for you to focus better. A silent call whose echo reaches as far as the system in the ten parsecs. You struggle to recall the image of the place where you saw Cal in—that’s your next best shot in finding him.

A blinding red hue—it’s either morning or afternoon wherever he is. You could even feel the prickling heat underneath your suit.

An arid wasteland. A single city perched atop one of the mesas erected across the sandy, barren expanse.

This planet is wholly new to you.

You see Cal standing atop a mesa whose surface has cracked, brought upon by intense drought, it overlooks the small city not larger than half a quadrant of Coruscant’s city block. The image sharply jabbed its way through your skull, causing you to flick your eyelids up, and return to reality.

“Jeddah!” you gasped its name.

The place is unheard of to you, going back to Mons Golotha to check the archives would prove to be inconvenient. The next plausible move is to follow your instincts. You crane the neck of the nav computer so it faces you, then your fingers tapped away with the buttons—it was strange, though you weren’t startled, you knew exactly what its coordinates are, and so you charted your course to Jeddah.

When the computer screen glowed green and showed a map of the destination, without reluctance, you punched it—pushing the steering forward and the TIE Fighter cuts through the empty space like an arrowhead.

—–

JEDDAH

Cal sits at the edge of the exact mesa where you saw him in your vision, taking under the stout branches of a dead tree. He’s lost count of the days you’ve been gone, he wagered it to be roughly a month now—and he still hasn’t moved on, he refuses to. Gradually, his new habits have become routine to him, not that he’s gotten any better; he remains stoic, almost unfeeling, and his fighting has lost its grace.

If only you could see him now—he’s riddled with sear marks either from his pastime tinkering or the miss-by-a-hair grazes from Stormtroopers’ blasts, bruises, and brand new scars. He refuses healing from Merrin’s magick and makes do with the stims BD-1 supplies for him; but truthfully, he prefers your Force Healing. He misses the warm touch of your palm flat on his skin, wherever his injury might be, the soothing sensation might as well be a thing of the past for him.

The humid wind blows over his cheeks, red sand pricks at his freckles. He sits there, eyes closed, feeling for something cannot name yet knows wholeheartedly.

“[Y/N]…” he mouthed. The utterance of your name is carried away by the wisp of sand.

Nothing.

He yearned to feel it again. He had hoped he would.

His meditation bore no fruit due to his desperation, impatience, and a directionless, bottled up anger.

“Come on…” he growled, squeezing his eyes shut as the rays of the sun blazed through the spaces between the tree branches.

Over several parsecs away, Cal’s voice saying your name—all but a whisper—and a deep humming rang altogether behind your ears. In the first few minutes, you’re unbothered by it, until it did reach you. Your eyes on the windshield wandered, searching the skies for the source, spotting planets and moons here and there.

Cal locked in on the connection, his furrowed eyebrows now relaxed, his breathing calmed and he maintained the ideal, tranquil stillness of his meditation.

The humming grew louder, it evolved into a deeper, more baritone rumbling—like a stampede in the distance—you kept looking for its origin, but neither a single planet nor moon in the system you’re in seem to have the answer. You lent a few more minutes of listening in, hoping you’d make sense of it until you picked up the same familiar sensation as earlier.

“[Y/N]…?” asked Cal, confirming your presence through the Force.

You didn’t speak, you exploited the connection to clear out the cloudiness surrounding your objective. The red mesa in the desert appeared before your eyes, a dead tree, and the city overlooking the city sitting atop a single, erect rock pillar large enough to cradle it.

[Y/N]…! Please…!

A wicked grin snaked on your face. Your jaw clenched and your eyes had a sinister glint.

“Found you!” you hissed.

According to your nav, you’re two systems away from Jeddah. You pulled the computer by its metal neck, your fingers flying all over the keyboard as you calculate the jump to lightspeed.

Never have you ever punched the buttons on the dashboard of your fighter, you were particularly fond and careful of this TIE Fighter, though the excitement of finally spotting your prey caused you to crank the steering wheel forward so hard that the cogs inside groaned, consequently making the thrusters roar with great enthusiasm and haul the vessel at its full speed.

You grinned as you put the pedal to the metal with your fighter, you licked your lips and smirked.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m coming for you.”

The young Jedi got out of the trance and he’s out of breath, exhilarated by the fact that you are alive after all this time—after all this time of defending that exact same point in every debate amongst the Mantis crew—but connecting with you felt different and eerie. BD-1 inched closer to his owner, his scanners picking up Cal’s stress levels and his increased heart rate. A single chirp caught the boy’s attention.

“It’s [Y/N], BD, but…”

“Bee…?”

“I have a bad feeling about her,”

The droid was in disbelief, BD never imagined—not even his processors and circuit board—that Cal would say that about you! He sent out a whole string of trills, questions that Cal couldn’t translate one at a time. He eased his little droid companion, gently gesturing at him to calm down.

“I think we need to tell this to Cere,”

The most concrete proof he could ever get a hold of was a connection from you through the Force. He questioned himself if Cere would believe him, considering she is the closest he can come to in terms of the ways of the Force.

Cal comes rushing back to the Mantis.

“Cere!” he started to call repeatedly when he was only a few meters away until he got into the ship.

The boy was a huffing and puffing mess when he threw himself into the ship, startling everyone and inadvertently interrupting their individual pastimes.

“Cal? What happened?” Cere had to lower her leather journal away from her face just to check on the boy.

“Are you alright?”

“Slow down, kid! It’s not like we’re leaving without you all of a sudden!”

“That’s not it!” he panted. He then turned to the older woman. “Cere, didn’t Cordova write something about having two Force-sensitive beings connecting or communicating through the Force?”

The more Cal rambled on with his queries, Cere had to put her book down on the lounge table to listen to the redheaded youngster. She knows he’s onto something—his excitement is just making slightly incoherent. Her lips parted as if to say something, but the boy is unconsciously unfurling new discoveries with the ways of the Force.

“Well, I just connected with [Y/N]!”

Greez cuts in as politely as he can. “Wai—Wait, how did you know it was [Y/N]? Moreover, what do you mean by ‘connect’?”

“Her voice!” he then remembers the eerie feeling that he put him off during the trance. “But… something doesn’t feel right.”

“About what? About [Y/N]?” Merrin joins in on the subject, curious and intrigued about your well-being, pausing from her tending of the terrarium and stepping down to the lounge table.

“So is it really her or just some random voice you heard that sounds just like her? My poor brain inside this gray head of mine can’t really grasp all of your Force mumbo-jumbo.”

“Cal, you don’t think—?”

Cal immediately refuses Cere’s theory without even letting her finish.

“No!” he bolts. “It can’t be. It’s impossible!”

“Cal, we can’t say for sure. But if you do have a bad feeling about it, then you best be prepared for what you’re about to see when she comes to you.”

There was a foreboding tone in Cere’s voice, consciously warning the boy of what’s to come. In his mind, Cal battled with himself and his inhibitions.

It’s not fair! In his mind, he whined like a child, on the verge of sobbing.

In what ought to be roughly a month and few weeks since you disappeared in Ulfin, his ecstasy in knowing that you truly are alive is instantly overridden by the fear that he cannot pinpoint yet—more like, he cannot accept yet should it be realized.

Coming out of hyperspace brought you to half a parsec away from Jeddah. In the nav, you can see the designated planet outlined in green amidst the others drawn in blue, blending in with the screen’s dark blue background.

You eased down to the regular flying speed as you close the distance between you and Jeddah. While the TIE Fighter cruises through space, passing by the neighboring planets, you cannot help but feel… bothered. Earlier, before you went to hyperspace, you were quite startled with how you behaved—you have never acted like this before. This was your very first solo campaign, as well.

Could it be excitement? For what, exactly? For doing something you want all alone—exactly how you want it? Perhaps.

Uncertainty? Because within the recesses of your being, the old you still lives albeit imprisoned?

“Enough!” you roared, leaning too hard and too fast to accidentally hit the back of your head. “Aaargh! Ow…”

You finally calmed down, for real this time, and your attention from the pain rippling across the back of your skull shifted to the repetitive bleeping of the nav computer. You leaned closer to the dashboard, peering on the screen; the radar indicates that you’re approaching the planet’s orbit. You buckle up and prepare the first phase of atmospheric entry.

Your arms flew in all directions, flicking switches and pressing buttons all over the ship—setting up the shields, applying the right amount of pressure on the steering wheel to counter the gravity, and finding the optimum speed. You close in on the bright, sunshine-gold sheen of Jeddah’s atmosphere.

The leather sank as you lean back, the turbulence made the ship rattle under your feet—the shields are doing its job to keeping the shaking to a minimum—and the TIE Fighter tore through the skies easily.

“Well, that turned out more effortlessly than I expected,” you sighed. “Now, to find you, Cal.”

The same feeling you had when you were still out in space returned, only this time, much louder and more prominent. There wasn’t a doubt that you’ve come to the right place; the connection has staled over time, perhaps Cal has given up in trying. The TIE Fighter circles in the skies in search for a specific city atop a mesa, at least a common signal belonging to it.

Along Cal’s trek, he spots your TIE Fighter—in perfect coincidence—zooming through Jeddah’s sky as a growing black speck. He squints his eyes and shades them with his hand over his brows.

“That can’t be good.”

“If this thing could hold a droid, things would’ve been much easier!” you grumbled as you manually optimized the transmitter. You sighed when no blips popped on the radar. “Might as well find someplace to land.”

At first, the ripple of the Force—barely a whisper again, drowned by the engine hum of the TIE—ran in the back of your mind. Unconsciously feeling it, you’re practically welcoming it; Cal gets the exact same feeling as he watches your TIE Fighter circle the horizon, curious what this lone fighter could be doing in some place as desolate as Jeddah.

He senses the familiarity from the TIE Figher’s pilot, of all people, and little by little he starts to think that it’s not impossible.

[yuriyuu]

Yuriyuu for a shipping thing?

How did they they meet?

In the bathroom where Yuri yelled at Yuuri when he was crying lmao. A+ first impression. 10/10 would recommend.

Who developed romantic feelings first?

Yuri for sure. I think Yuri’s feelings go unrequited for a long time because I don’t think he’s very good at acknowledging what he feels and he’s even worse at expressing his feelings. But boy oh boy is it the most confused and agonizing pining ever.

Who is their biggest “shipper?”

Let’s be real here it’s probably Yuuka. 

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?

Dude I’ve come up with like a billion different scenarios but I will share my favorite one from an unfinished fanfic I’m working on

The first time they kiss,Yuri yanks Yuuri down by the drawstrings of his over sized hoodie andpresses their lips together, because he refuses to stand on his toesfor anyone. The kiss, it’s awkward and out of no where, but seeingYuuri’s flustered, flabbergasted reaction makes it worth it. Yuuritrips over his words, forgets how to form coherent sentences.

“Try not to think toomuch about it,” Yuri says all smug as he walks away, hands shovedinto the pockets of his jeans. Don’t be fooled by his nonchalantappearance though. Inside, he’s absolutely beaming that he managedto gather the courage, and the reckless stupidity, to kiss him likethat. He’s mighty content with himself right now, and deems that tobe an excellent first kiss.

Who confessed their feelings first?

The way I see it, Yuri is too proud/oblivious to his feelings to admit he has feelings on Yuuri, and Yuuri doesn’t have very good confidence so it doesn’t even occur to him the possibility of Yuri liking him. Actually, I think it’s Yuuka who has to intervene and sort of push their confession along lol. 

I think it’s Yuuka who suggests to Yuuri that Yuri might like him (oh she knows tho, she knows Yuri likes him), and then Yuuri asks Yuri about it and poor bby nearly implodes on the spot, but Yuri admits it after much denial and trying to cover up his feelings and then they confess and everything is dandy.

What was their first official date?

I think it’s something simple like a walk to the park or maybe to an arcade since they are both into video games. Maybe they go out for dinner together afterward~

How do they feel about double dates/group dates?

I can’t imagine it’s something either of them really enjoy lmao. Yuuri is a very private person, and while Yuri posts a lot on social media, I think he’s pretty private about his feelings with people. Though I can see Phichit dragging them out on a double date just because it’s “the thing” to do lol. Yuri and Yuuri agree never again haha.

What do they do in their down time?

They play video games together!! (can I interest you in my YuriYuu MMO AU? :3c) I also think they enjoy cooking together and sleeping in.

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?

Yuri felt accepted into the home right away. I think Hasetsu is more of a home to him than his hometown is tbh, and that’s because of the environment that the Katsuki family creates. They are just very loving and accepting people! Plus it also helps that Yuri had met them before and they already liked him. It’s totally smooth sailing and not awkward at all.

I don’t think Yuri’s parents are as thrilled with the idea, and I think it’s stressful for both of them. :( (I don’t really headcanon Yuri’s parents as particularly supportive people lakdsjfasdf) 

BUT

Introducing Yuuri to his grandpa and getting his grandpa’s blessing was one of the happiest days of Yuri’s life.

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?

I think their first major fight was over a lack of communication about feelings and not understanding how each other needs to be comforted or work through their emotions.

I think Yuuri is definitely a person who needs a lot of verbal support and affection, like he *needs* the verbal confirmations because otherwise he doesn’t really believe it to be true. I think Yuri understands this to a degree, but Yuri is more action oriented. He doesn’t always understand the impact his words can have, especially on someone like Yuuri. While Yuuri knows how Yuri is, sometimes it’s just entirely the wrong thing at the very wrong moment.

I also think Yuuri is the kind of person who actually needs to wallow in his self-pity for a little while to truly work through things, but Yuri does not understand this like at all. @_@ Yuri is very “go go go! Here I will do everything I can to motivate you!!” and it can easily get overwhelming lol. And poor Yuri is so in tune to how Yuuri is feeling that all he wants to do is help him, but he doesn’t quite understand how yet.

But I think they both talk through it and actively work on this communication issue they have. I think they have several fights like this and and while it’s not common, it tends to build up but they both learn how to comfort and read each other better.

Which one is more easily made jealous?

It’s definitely Yuuri lmao. 

What is their favourite thing to get to eat?

I think they both really enjoy sharing their favorite childhood snacks from each other’s respective countries. I could say katsudon or pirozkhi but c’mon i’m trying to be original here.

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?

Yuri is surprisingly cuddly. I think that even though he grows to be taller than Yuuri, he enjoys it when Yuuri holds him. I also think that Yuri enjoys spooning a lot and he likes being the big spoon or the little spoon depending on his mood.

Are they hand holders?

Yes! Especially when they think no one is looking!!

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?

What if I told you about asexual yuriyuus :3c

Who tops?

Can I interest you in asexual kinky yuriyuus with dom!yuuri. >:3c

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into?

I’m assuming this means fight?? I’m just going to assume this means fight.

I actually think it was from the scenario I mentioned above in an earlier question. Yuri needed time to mope around, and Yuri just wanted to make him feel better but wasn’t sure how to, and he ends up getting frustrated and saying the wrong thing because nothing he does is working. I think the worst ones would be early on in their relationship when they’re still learning each other’s quirks and communication differences.

Who does the shopping and the cooking?

Yuuri does the shopping and Yuri does the cooking! Yuri really, really loves cooking for Yuuri.

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?

Yuuri. Have you seen Yuri’s room jfc.

Who proposes?

Hmmmmm I actually have not been able to come up with a scenario I am satisfied with yet. But I really like the idea of Yuri proposing. :3

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?

Together??? idk I don’t know shit about this sort of thing lol.

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?

Again I don’t know much about how weddings are structured so i’m just going to say these are the important people in the wedding: Yuuka, Otabek, Phichit, and Mila.

Big Ceremony or Small?

I think small! They have enough spotlight on them with skating, I think they would wanna keep their wedding small and intimate lol. 

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?  

Based on the beach images we got, can I say they go to a beach for their honeymoon? :D Some place nice and tropical! 

Do they have children? How many?

I think they end up adopting one or two kids down the line. I’ve actually discussed a few parent!yuriyuu headcanons with @otabekismybff before. ^^