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kindasleepywriter · 1 year ago

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The way to a droid's heart (Cal Kestis x BountyHunter!Reader)

Based on this wonderful request. Always open to hearing more ideas!

Summary: Cal demonstrates what happens to those who mess with you. Warnings: Implied and explicit threats, that's about it Word count: 2.9k

In all the years you’d known him, you’d never understood how Cal Kestis was still alive. When you had met him 6 years ago, you’d been just as idealistic and adventure-seeking as he was. The years that followed, however, had changed you and shaped you for survival. Dreams didn’t get you very far, not in the galaxy like this one.

You’d quickly lost hope of ever becoming a fighter pilot when you’d realized the few rebel cells were dropping like flies, all at the Empire’s hand. One lone pilot wouldn’t make a difference out there, you’d concluded, and from that moment you’d just tried not to end up as space rubble like your parents. You’d ended up as a bounty hunter instead, a damned-good one, and you took what joy you could while chasing bounties all over space.

Cal, on the other hand, never seemed to lose his ambition of defeating the Empire. Not that he’d ever told you that’s what he was doing, of course, but only a space slug could’ve been so blind as to not see it. He wasn’t exactly being subtle, making no effort to conceal the weapon at his side and giving his real name to anyone who might have asked. His ever-growing collection of scars didn’t portray him as a man who sat around waiting for change, either.

Perhaps you’d ask about them, one day.

You watched from the far end of a bar you’d never tried learning the name of, as a stoned-faced Pantoran you didn’t recognize spoke with Cal. You couldn’t quite hear their conversation but, with the way BD-1 had whizzed in boredom for a good 10 minutes before scurrying off to scan whatever he could find, you could deduce they weren’t exactly talking about their latest game of holo-chess.

You turned back to your drink, flipping up your hood and shaking your head softly at the man’s persistence. On the move, as always.

You were starting to come to terms with the fact that your contact wouldn’t be showing up. You’d already sighed watching your watch more times than you could count, annoyed at the inconvenience of flying so far into the outer rim for nothing. It had been a pain negotiating your meeting too, the contact insisting on you being alone with no weapons. You’d eventually faked giving in, choosing to keep your rifle and pistol on board your currently broken down S40K and instead hiding vibro-blades inside your boots.

The ship was already on its last legs when you got it, the only reason why you’d been able to pay, but the years had caught up with it in the last two months. You spent almost all of your money on maintaining it in the air, and you were running out of funds fast. The anticipated need to buy another cheap but more reliable hunk of metal was what had caused you to pick up another bounty only a few days after your last.

Normally, you liked to spread out jobs over a few weeks to enjoy the credits you made, but the sputtering of your engines when you’d crash landed into this city’s landing dock had made clear you couldn’t afford the luxury this time.

You were nearing the bottom of your drink, trying to plan a way off this planet without mounting any more personal debts to anyone, when you felt a small nudge at your right foot. You looked down, expecting to see some rodent or pest trying to eat through your sole, but were instead met with a little red and white hyperactive droid.

You scanned the room quickly to make sure no one was looking, and stretched a hand in his direction so he could haul himself up onto the cushioned booth. He didn’t hesitate to scramble up your arm, emitting a few whizzes and beeps of thanks on the way.

“Hey, beedee,” you greeted him flatly. “Thought I finally managed to evade your scans this time; guess I was wrong.”

A low whistle and a trill.

“I know, I know, you see everything. It’s hard to forget when you always choose to remind me at least twenty times every time you find me.”

He emitted a series of approving noises, and you rolled your eyes at his cockiness. Where he’d gotten that attitude wasn’t a great mystery. He jumped on one foot, nudging at your coat’s pockets with the other, his eyes going in and out of focus audibly as he searched for god-knows-what.

You tsked. “Will you stop that!” you chided and swatted him away like you would a cat. “Yes, I brought you something from my last job, stop assaulting me for a minute and let me find the damn thing. And you better not tell your dad, I’m not letting him think I’m a softie just because I keep entertaining your crow tendencies.”

Suddenly the picture of good manners, the droid sat and wiggled his legs as he sent you a sweet melody. Manipulative little shit, you thought affectionately. He was annoying as could be, but the little guy was cute.

You fished out a shiny piece of silver metal from your breast pocket. You had made sure not to lose the small leaf-shaped brooch, the perfect gift for BD-1. Your last bounty had necessitated infiltrating an Imperial event, and you’d found the piece while snooping through an officer’s desk. You’d never been so happy to have preemptively messed with the camera feeds.

The droid whistled in excitement and bathed your hand in a green light. You tried and failed to fight the smile that braced your lips as you watched him dance around your palm. He scanned the object from every angle he could find.

Too focused on his reaction, you failed to notice the individual looking over your shoulder until his shadow dimmed the wall you were facing. Too late to react properly, you shut your hand as quick as you could and turned to look at the man. Kin Fobam. Another bounty hunter, a Pau’an, one that always found a new way to piss you off. Today would apparently be no exception. BD beeped in annoyance at your movement before noticing you had company.

“Well, well. It would seem our little bounty hunter has a penchant for jewels after all.” the man sneered at you.

You rolled your eyes and did your best not to flinch at the lack of personal space, his two-meter height trapping you without much breathing room. You could smell the alcohol he had consumed, but you didn’t need it to know he was intoxicated. At this time of night, he always was. You were already almost pressed to the wall of your booth with only enough space to keep BD behind you, so you stood your ground and straightened up as best you could. You kept the droid in place as he spat angry threats at Kin, unwilling to let him make the situation worse.

“Kin, don’t you know women love shiny things?” you mocked with an arched brow, “Maybe if you’d known that earlier, that lovely Iridonian wouldn’t have spat at you again for your advances last week. How’s your attempt at courting her going, by the way?”

You subtly held the metal pin in pinched fingers behind your back as his white face somehow turned even paler in anger, desperately hoping BD-1 would understand what you were trying to tell him. You almost sighed in relief when you felt him swiftly slide it out of your hands into his stim container.

Kin moved even closer to you, forcing you to lean over BD in a desperate attempt to gain some personal space. Your free hand instinctively reached for your hip but only found the weathered leather of your empty holster. Shit, you’d left your guns on the ship! You didn’t have the space to reach for your blades either, so you had no choice but to do it the old way.

You tensed, ready to headbutt the towering Pau’an out of your space, but you stilled when you felt cold metal brush against your skin in the small gap where your shirt and pants met. A blaster. Fuck. This is why you never left without a firearm.

“I wonder, if that piece of metal is worth so much to someone like you,” he growled, “then maybe you’d accept payment in other forms… as thanks for sparing your life today, hm?”

You cringed at the implication of his words but took a steadying breath. You’d insulted this guy in more ways than you could count over the years and you knew he could pull that trigger without a second thought, but you’d fought bounties that were bigger, angrier, and certainly more skilled. He wasn’t the first to try and extort sexual favors from you, nor would he be the last.

Your brain spun in circles, trying to come up with a plan that didn’t involve blaster fire passing through your right kidney and BD-1 in one fell swoop. You didn’t have to think for long, though.

Before you could make a move, a blinding orange light flashed between you and Kin, floating just underneath his chin. You could feel the heat from where you were, could imagine the pain its power wielded. The way the man’s white flesh turned pink at its proximity didn’t go unnoticed.

“How about I gift her with the loss of your life as an apology for letting her endure your dirty ass, Kin?” a smooth voice drawled, the speaker invisible to you with your still-focusing eyes, but you didn’t need to see him to know who it was. As if the lightsaber wasn’t already enough to identify him, but you’d know that voice anywhere too. You weren’t the only one, if the cheering beeps you heard behind you were any indications.

A smirk braced your features as the Pau’an gritted his sharp teeth, hesitating a second before raising his hands in a defeated manner. He demonstratively holstered his pistol to make sure his head wasn’t cut off at the movement and he slowly stepped back a few feet away. The lightsaber didn’t stray a single millimeter from him. His brows pinched in anger, and he looked expectantly towards you. “It was just a little bit of fun, right?” he said as he hissed in pain. “Nothing to get upset about.”

You chuckled at the attempt. “I don’t know, I’m thinking your head on a platter sounds pretty great right about now. Maybe I can find someone out here who’d enjoy some barbecued Pau’an. What do you think, Cal?”

Your heart skipped a beat when your gaze met amused grey eyes over Kin’s hunched shoulders. He winked at you, and you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip.

“I’m pretty sure that violates too many health codes,” he said, “you know, quality standards and such.”

BD whistled in agreement, scampering up onto your back and nudging the side of your head when you got up to lean against the side of your table.

“Too bad,” you sighed, crossing your arms, “maybe it could’ve bought me some new earrings.”

Cal laughed loudly, warmth spreading through your chest at the lovely sound before he closed a hand on the sweaty neck before him and brought his blade even closer to his chin. “The next time you even come within 20 feet of her,” he stated casually, loudly enough for the entire bar to hear and turn the heads of the few who weren’t already watching, “you won’t live long enough to say ‘womp rat’. Are we clear?”

Well, if your heart hadn’t been beating fast before, it sure was now. Never had a threat sounded so attractive before. You diverted your gaze. Get a grip, you reprimanded yourself.

BD-1 only encouraged him, a crackling sound buzzing entirely too close to your ear for your liking. When did he get a taser? You didn’t even want to know what he used it for, finding trouble with his new gadgets was a special talent of his.

Kin, now wide eyed, muttered an affirmative and a long line of fearful apologies, eager to escape the Jedi. Cal flicked off his saber and forcefully shoved him away. The Pau’an bolted out the door of the bar, running for his life, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his fear. BD reprimanded Cal for acting so late, beeps and squeals echoing through the room after the patrons returned to their usual business, but the red-haired man was only focused on you. Your skin heated at the attention.

“I could’ve dealt with him myself.”

He gave you a wide smile and stepped closer, no Pau’an separating you anymore. “Oh, I know. Wasn’t this much more fun though?”

The corner of your lips twitched, and you shrugged, softly shaking your head at his ever-lasting upbeat attitude. You uncrossed your arms, placing them behind you on the rusty table to comfortably lean back. “Still could’ve knocked him out faster without alerting every possible person of a Jedi’s presence here.”

“Give me a break,” he said almost sheepishly, reaching up a hand to scratch the back of his neck, “is a guy not allowed to show off to a pretty girl every once in a while?”

Your breath hitched on a single breath, caught off-guard. Sure, the two of you joked around all the time, but he’d never gone so far as to straight up flirt with you. You tried not to react, probably failing miserably at doing so.

“Smooth.”

He threw his head back in laughter, his reddened freckled cheeks showing more embarrassment that he let on. “I try.”

“Next time,” you said, striding past him, “if you really want to show off, perhaps you shouldn’t wait until there’s a blaster pointed at me before making your move.” You had no idea how you kept your voice steady, and you couldn’t help but hear the rare softness of it. You were thankful that he couldn’t see how wide of a smile you currently wore.

He jogged to catch up, keeping pace with you as you headed for the docking bay. “I’ll keep that in mind” he chuckled.

You glanced back at the bar over your shoulder, and BD started emitting alarm noises from your other side, indignant at still being ignored. You patted his head, quieting him for a moment. “Where did your informant go?” you asked Cal. “Wouldn’t want to hinder your next side quest.”

“That was anything but a quest,” he said, “Just a boring old trade. Wouldn’t be so boring if you were there, though.”

A loud whistle of approval sounded above your shoulder.

“Hey, calm it, up there!” you exclaimed, using another opportunity to escape from answering. “I’ve only got two eardrums, let’s not break one of them.”

BD whistled again at a lower volume, followed by a barely audible series of sounds.

“Yeah, weak organics my ass,” you muttered. “We’ll talk about how great being a droid is the next time you bend your antennas and come running to me.”

Cal’s soft laugh caught your attention once more. He was watching you both with such a fond smile... Your heart squeezed at how soft he looked, for once not rushing towards something and instead enjoying the moment.

As you neared your ship, small tendrils of smoke still escaping the upper vents, he looked at his watch when it suddenly started beeping, and he made a face. “I’d love to hear the rest of your arguing, but we have to go. A revolution doesn’t fund itself.” he said. He looked up at the droid sitting on your shoulders. “Yes, beedee, that means you. Hop on.”

Cal held out an arm, BD begrudgingly taking his usual spot on his shoulders, spitting menacing sparks at the jedi along the way. The latter looked towards you with a flicker of hope as he stepped backwards towards the back of the hangar where the Mantis stood. “Can I convince you to join me this time? Still got an extra bunk if you want.”

“I don’t think you want me and beedee on the same ship 24/7, Cal. Anyways, I’ve told you before, I can’t just discard my old one.”

He stared at your smoking Hawk-Class before he turned to you unimpressed. “That thing can’t even fly.”

“It can! I just need to fix the cooling mechanism and-”

“And the hull, the reactors, the hyperdrive, the-” he continued, amused at your stubbornness.

“Okay, okay,” you scoffed, “you’ve made your point. Might as well drop it here, I guess. I could hitch a ride, if you’re heading towards the inner rim, but I’ve got approximately nothing to give in payment for the fuel.”

BD startled you with a burst of binary, so fast you couldn’t hear him. Cal looked at you sharply.

“You’ve been giftinghim things?” he exclaimed.

“You utter snitch, beedee!”

The droid whistled at you disapprovingly and loudly shot the brooch from his stim compartment right into Cal’s hands.

“I can’t believe you,” you continued, “the one thing I told you-”

You fell right back into your argument with the droid.

Cal tilted his head back in loud laughter and threw an arm around your shoulders as you whisper-yelled at BD-1, leading you towards the Mantis. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

Getting side-tracked by BD1? In my supposedly Cal-centered fic? It's more likely than you think.

This was pre-realtionship like my last Cal fic because tbh i have trouble setting up the change from friends to lovers without writing a whole novel, but I have some ideas roaming around my head I'd like to write. We'll see how that turns out!

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permanentmess · 3 months ago

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if you ever feel like your writing isn't good, i encourage you to think about this quote from a drew gooden video (AI is ruining the internet)

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hereforthefanficsandromance · 1 year ago

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Daily Cal Headcanon

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Jedi!Cal accidently walks in on you as you are about to take a shower. Rating: 18+ Theme: Voyeurism

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Jedi!Cal accidentally walking in on you naked, about to hop in the shower, in the bathroom connecting your rooms.

Jedi!Cal bashfully averting his eyes, apologizing too many times, and taking one more look before leaving and closing the door. Waiting for you to get into the shower and cracking the door on his side, your form obscured by the shower curtain.

Jedi!Cal palming himself through his pants as he watches the outline of your body in the shadow cast on the curtain. Freeing his straining erection from his trousers and wrapping his hand around the length, wishing it was your cunt squeezing around him instead.

Jedi!Cal knowing this will be another of many times he makes a mess on his hand at the thought of your body. Wishing he were brave enough to step into the shower with you and take what he really wants.

Jedi!Cal panicking when the water shuts off and his cock is still out. Accidentally shutting the bathroom door too hard to hide his shame. Holding his breath as you continue your movements in the bathroom, thinking maybe you hadn't caught him spying.

Jedi!Cal leaning against the wall, resuming stroking himself, thinking he is in the clear. Remembering the brief glimpse of your naked form. Imagining it in his bed, writhing beneath him as he unloads himself deep inside of your heat.

Jedi!Cal panting and sweating as he nears his orgasm just as you open the door. Releasing his cock, and it springs up to slap his lower stomach. You stand there in only a towel, a shocked expression on your face, catching him doing exactly what you had hoped when you heard the door click closed as the water shut off.

Jedi!Cal no longer looking horrified as you drop the towel to the floor. Instead, jumping to his feet and closing the distance between your bodies. Easily picking you up and wrapping your thighs around his body.

Jedi!Cal so eager to fuck you for the first time that he forgets to kiss you first. Moving as quickly as possible to mount you on his bed. His eyes looking between you bodies, wanting to insert himself into your body immediately.

Jedi!Cal guiding himself into you and letting out a sinful groan as he sheathes himself entirely. Wasting no time before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming himself back into you, causing you to gasp and cling tightly to his shoulders.

Jedi!Cal taking a brutal pace as he fucks you, new to such pleasures he struggles to restrain himself. But the feel of his cock slamming against your cervix and rubbing on your g spot makes up for his lack of foreplay.

Jedi!Cal whining in your ear as he nears his release about "how hard you make me" and "I should have walked in on you sooner", as you gasp and moan, seeing stars as he brings you to your edge.

Jedi!Cal letting out a choked sound as you spasm around him, causing his own orgasm in return. Holding you close in the aftermath, stroking your hair.

Jedi!Cal perking up after a few minutes and asking if you'll let him fuck you again, his cock already hardening again.

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kenobi-general · 10 months ago

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trust you | anakin skywalker: episode IX

Summary: You and Anakin seem to be having a peaceful relation, compared to how it was like a few weeks ago.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, FLUFF!! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!

Word count: 3.8k

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You:

We were sitting in a booth at the bar, celebrating Cal's birthday. He invited only a few people, and it surprised me he was brave enough to talk to Anakin — who didn't even say a word, his face was already denying the invitation. But my friend managed to convince him to stay, at least for a while.

I was sitting next to Adeline, who had Poe Dameron on her other side. While Kestis was sitting in front of her, next to Poe's friend, Finn, and Anakin facing me every once in a while. All of us were having a drink, eating snacks and chatting about anything.

It was very noticeable how Anakin was feeling uncomfortable being here with us. He could barely hold eye contact with any of them, and when I would dart my eyes over him, he would dodge it and stare at his drink like nothing happened. He was holding his glass with his flesh hand, thumb running over the rim, while the other one was resting on the table. The line formed on his lips was looking the same for several minutes, and obviously I noticed that because he hasn’t touched his drink ever since he closed his mouth after he spoke for like five seconds.

Adeline nudged my arm with hers, her mouth coming to my ear “You think Finn is single? He’s a charming guy”

I chuckle at her words and shake my head. Finn is a nice man, who we found out served the First Order before joining the Resistance. His dark skin is pretty smooth and he has a few scars over his face. We haven’t learned much about him, except that he and Poe became best friends after their missions together.

“You’ll have to ask him” I smile as I sip on my strawberry flavored drink. I promised myself I wouldn’t get a lot of alcohol, because the hangover always hits me the next day.

I look over Anakin, who’s still sitting idly watching as the guys talk about whatever it is, because I can’t be bothered to listen to their subject. Poe points his hand over Skywalker and his eyes flicker between him and Cal. Now that I’m listening, they were talking about the day those battle droids broke into the Temple.

“Your kid was here too?” Finn asks in disbelief, after the pilot starts explaining the story, looking at Anakin. He lifts his hand up to his lips, barely agreeing when he downed the rest of the drink.

“He went after Luke because (Y/N) went back to hide themselves” Dameron seemed to be chirpy even though the situation was completely opposite to it. But I guess it’s because he almost never gets to fight like that.

Anakin placed the glass over the table, still holding it for dear life. His body language practically screams that he’s uncomfortable and he’s trying his best to disguise the fact that he would rather be anywhere but here. And then he nods again.

“And the weirdest thing is that he didn’t leave (Y/N/N) behind” Cal chimed in and we all shot our heads towards him. “Because he can’t stand her”

I don’t know why he still keeps bothering me and Anakin with the same thing over and over. It’s been a while since that happened and I’m past it. Kestis didn’t seem to have the same feeling, since he’s always bringing it up and making conversations about it when it’s not even necessary.

I see how Anakin stiffens his body and holds the empty glass tightly around his flesh hand. Finn is about to comment over his statement, but I speak first.

“Cal, just get over it. It’s fine, and even if that was true, he stayed and helped me” I try to make it less awkward, especially when we have a guest that barely knows the rest of us like Poe does.

The redhead just shrugs and grabs a mouthful of snacks, as Poe keeps narrating everything that happened to him while I was following Skywalker that day. And of course, Anakin would hate to admit to anyone that he didn’t hesitate to help me that day. Especially after we got to the medical bay when he held my wrist and comforted me.

We keep laughing and talking, still ordering food and drinks and I can already feel my face blushing from the alcohol, which can never be good. Adeline is trying to flirt with Finn, who gives her smiles and looks away when he feels a little shy. Anakin didn’t seem to care if he was drinking the content all at once, ordering another one when a waiter or a waitress walks by. I don’t think he can manage alcohol very well, given that he doesn’t seem drunk at all and if he is, he’s hiding it very well.

Poe starts reminiscing the first time he and Anakin met, when Luke was still a baby. They were on the same mission coincidentally, and the pilot helped him get back to the Temple because he was beaten to a pulp, he’d lost his lightsaber and his clothes were trashed.

I don’t know how the conversation took a turn, but Dameron mentioned Order 66 for a reason, because the Resistance was called over to help knock the troopers and the others down. I don’t remember much about it, because I wasn’t living here by the time it happened.

“That was when he killed younglings, wasn’t it?” Cal questioned without hesitation. I feel my stomach turn to a knot, and the aura between all of us changed when Anakin broke the glass, turning it into pieces.

We all watch in surprise as he stands up from his seat and leaves the table, his boots heavily hitting the floor as he vanishes through the bar. I look over Kestis, who’s still deadpanned, and I raise a brow at him.

“What the fuck was that for, Cal?” I sneer and my voice cracks. I’m not defending Anakin for what he did, obviously, but that was just really insensitive of him to say.

“Isn’t that the truth?” He fires back and leans his elbow against the table, shaking his head and leaving a sarcastic laugh. “What, now you’re gonna feel bad for the man that killed children?”

I’m just glad Anakin just left before he could hear all the shit Cal was talking about. I don’t even give him another response, getting up from my seat and following the Jedi to wherever he went. From my back, I can hear Dameron and Adeline scolding him, both really mad at his words.

I walk through the small crowds of people spread around the bar, looking at every corner to find any sign of him, but it’s a failed mission. I have no idea where he can possibly hide or if he’s even at the bar anymore.

The next best thing was to ask the bartenders and waiters for information, but they ask for credits before giving an answer. Mercenary dickheads. One of them tells me he went to the back door that leads to a secluded bathroom. The room is mostly being used by the employees.

I walk towards the place, facing the closed door. So much for nothing. I roll my eyes and take a sharp inhale, I need to control myself before I get to convince him to open it. But the second my hand grazes the doorknob, he speaks through a shaky tone.

“It’s unlocked” He says while still doing whatever he’s doing in there and I push the door open.

He’s standing in front of the sink, washing his bloody hand and picking what looks like glass shrapnel, hissing at the touch. Anakin seems to be having issues with getting rid of it since he’s using his robotic hand, the pads of it not doing the work it should. His head is hanging low as it almost touches his chest and I watch his shoulders tense up every other second.

“Let me help you” I take a step next to him, trying to hold his hand into mine but he pushes it back.

He doesn’t say a word, only bringing it back under the faucet. Anakin likes it difficult, he makes it a challenge to deal with him but I’ve already learned his demeanor. I know when he’s willing to piss someone off or threaten them, and that’s not it. He’s probably disappointed and feeling guilty, but I can feel his body language change when I’m close to him for a reason.

“Anakin, just let me” I try again, this time gently cupping his hand with both of mine. I look over his scraped skin, most of it with only a few superficial cuts. He gave in with a sigh leaving his lips.

I tried to pick up the smaller pieces carefully, my eyes focusing on every inch of his skin. I noticed how it’s littered with fainted scars along his palm, a few of them deeper than the others. He clears his throat, ripping me off of my distraction. My fingertips from my left hand keep my hold on his, while my other ones are finally removing the shrapnel left.

I lean his hand again under the running water and grab a towel to cover it. It’s probably not even sanitary to do it, but it’s the only thing that can keep the blood from coming off again. I can hear his heavy breath above me, his eyes gazing at both of our hands.

“Why do you always do that?” He asks suddenly, making me snap my head back to look at him.

I furrow my brows at his question and tilt my head “Do what, exactly?”

“Do this, help me. It’s not the first time” Anakin rasps, his voice is deep and he carries a different look on his face. This one I can’t decipher.

“I do that to everyone, I guess” I shrug, knowing that isn’t exactly the truth. I like to help out people I know and care about. And for some reason, I feel like he needs someone to be around and help him, care about him.

Anakin shifts his gaze at me, his eyes scanning mine. He definitely knows what I’m thinking about. “No, you’re lying. Why are you here with me?”

He doesn’t raise his voice or tower over me, even though he still has a frown over his face.

“I just- I guess I care about you” My voice is wavering slightly, and I feel nervous.

He purses his lips and closes his eyes for a second. Opening them, his pupils are dilated and I can barely see the blue in there. “Why? I mean, why do you care? I’ve been nothing but a dick to you lately”

Did I ever think about why I really care? I don’t even know if I even have an answer to that. Which he realizes and uses his free hand to reach over my upper arm and hold it. The touch makes my skin shiver and my heart race.

What the hell is happening to me? I wasn’t supposed to feel it that way. The way he scans me over and slides his tongue over his bottom lip, like he’s trying to read me. I watch with wide eyes when he takes a step over to me, still squeezing my arm gently.

“I feel like you need someone to care about you” My words come out stuttering and I curse myself for saying that. “I think no one really knows how it feels like to be miserable and have people looking at you the wrong way”

Anakin doesn’t let go of me. Instead, he reaches closer to my face and lowers his head as our foreheads almost touch. He still breathes heavily, his breath hits my face and I don’t know where I should rest my hands so I keep one of them on his hand. I felt a shockwave strike my body when I noticed his robotic hand sliding up to my collarbone until it reached my jaw.

His thumb ghosted over my cheek and I felt like they were burning red from the reaction, while I tried to hold his hand against mine for some kind of support.

“Stop” He barely whispered, his eyes were still holding my gaze. I feel like I have a lump in my throat. “Stop feeling sorry for me, I don’t like that”

My brows crease in confusion, even though I know why he would feel as though someone would pity him. “I don’t feel sorry for you. I empathize with you, I know it’s not easy to live like this”

Even though I don’t know what the hell is happening, my words are more than valid and I make sure I don’t lie. I never saw him as a killer, as much as people would consider him given everything he’s been through, all I saw him as was a broken man trying to pick up what was left for him. Every day he was dealing with his regrets, his sorrows.

I would see him debating against his own anger and rage, and not one living soul would stand up for him enough to show him that he can be forgiven. Anakin is looking for his redemption, his forgiveness, but no one is willing to give that to him.

On the other hand, Poe has been a good friend. He knows what Skywalker has been through since he was younger, he still looks up to him as a role model, because he knows the Jedi never gave up on everything he worked for even when he fell apart. Poe still thinks there’s a good man inside and he tries to make the best of it when he jokes around and reaches a hand over to him, knowing Anakin won’t always accept.

This is what he needs. Maybe he doesn’t need someone romantically, he just needs someone to reassure him that he’s still worth being a Jedi.

“Then stop that too. I don’t need any of that” He shakes his head, but his look says otherwise. He’s fighting against letting someone in. “I don’t want that. I don’t want any of it. I can’t trust you”

“Look at me, Skywalker” I use my other hand to grip his chin and lift his face up a few inches enough for him to look at me “I’m not asking you to trust me, I’m asking you to give yourself a chance to see things differently”

Anakin struggles to look at me, snapping his eyes closed. This time, he leans in and finally rests his forehead against mine. From where I’m standing, I can see his Adam's apple bobbing as an attempt to swallow his pride. This is how I consider this, he’s trying to be conceited about it and I know how much he doesn’t trust me.

“I can’t do that, not anymore. I- I just can’t” He still shakes his head and his nose almost bumps into mine. They're merely inches apart at this point.

I drag my hand over his neck, hesitantly placing my thumb against his skin and he shivers. I don't think he likes to be touched or even knows anymore what it feels like. I'm not even sure it's a good thing, but I do it anyway.

"Yes you can. You just need to try to" I whisper under his face. If we both lean in, we kiss. It's not an option for us now. Or ever.

Anakin heaves, his fingers tangling over my hair behind my ear. He pulls back a little, only enough for me to raise my head to look up at him. "I'm not fixable"

His words sort of sting of how broken they sound. I glance at his creased brows and how they must hurt.

"It's not fixing, there's still hope in there"

When he purses his lips, I feel his hand leave my hair and I immediately miss his touch. This time is light and soft, it’s not brutal. But I still keep mine on him and inch closer to his cheek, leaving a chaste peck on his skin.

"Stop beating yourself up, Anakin. I'm not the only one who cares about you" My lips are curved into a shy smile, trying to cheer him up "Let's get this cleaned and wrapped up"

I distance myself as soon as I notice him stiffening from my kiss. It's better to not cross any boundaries anymore than that, because I don't know how much he can handle this sort of closeness.

He takes me to his loft instead of the medical bay, which I didn’t get why but also didn’t argue. When I offered him for us to go to my place, his demeanor shifted and he just shook his head, meaning he still didn’t trust me. That was enough to know he still wasn’t willing to let people in, and while he accepted my help, I just wonder why he would do that in the first place.

I don’t question myself too much about that, because I’m the one who’s taking care of the guy who once threatened me and made me fear for my life. Things took a turn quite quickly this month.

This is the first time I step into his loft, a place quite big for just two people besides the two droids they have around. The room doesn’t have much decoration and the walls are kind of dull, but I won’t judge because he doesn’t care about that kind of stuff either way. He walks to his bedroom, leaving me in the living room, and I notice R2 is scanning the entire place for a threat repeatedly.

I hear Anakin shuffling in his bathroom looking for his first aid kit, and I start fiddling with my fingers, nervous that I’m once again alone with this unhinged man. Worse of it compared to the other times, is that I’m in his house now, no one would hear me outside if he just decided to kill me.

What if he’s looking for tools to use against me instead? I know he has clues of what he should do when killing a person, but would he just do it or torture me instead?

God, stop it. What if he can sense my nervousness and listens to my insane thoughts? If Cal can do that, he can do that too.

Anakin walks back a minute later, holding a box full of med kits. I’m surprised to see there’s even a suturing kit, to which I have no idea how to use because I was never in that class.

He sits next to me and I look between him and the box, inhaling sharply as I lift myself up from the couch and look over the kit. I separate the gauze, saline solution, and cottons to clean up his wounds that aren’t bleeding anymore at this point. He extends his hand for me to grab it, and I hold it carefully while taking off the towel that started to stick on his skin. With the wet cotton, I start to clean the bloody cuts slowly rubbing it over his palm.

Every few seconds I shift my gaze at him to see how he’s dealing with that, but he seems unfazed while looking directly at his hand and not at me. I pat the area dry using a gauze and reach for a roll bandage to cover his injuries.

The silence is almost uncomfortable, if it wasn’t for the beeping sound of Artoo scanning the loft. I bite my inner cheek before I speak up. “I’m sorry about Cal”

Anakin clears his throat, the sound echoing through the place. I look down at him and watch as he glances up at me. “It’s not your fault he’s a jackass. He’s jealous of you”

I startled at his words and my brows shot up in surprise. What did he just say? My hands halt when I try to pick up on what he tells me. “Jealous of me?”

His lips leave a light chuckle. “He likes you, (Y/L/N). It’s pretty obvious the way he cares about you and gets defensive when it comes to you”

I’m still confused as to how Cal likes me given we’ve been friends for years and he never told me anything. Am I that stupid to never notice something like that?

“I never really noticed it” I finish bandaging him, my hands leaving his palm. He takes a quick look at it before looking back at me.

“We’re force sensitive, we feel each other’s emotions, as much as I dislike the idea and try to shut it down”

“So you can literally tell what I feel or think?” My voice comes out sort of desperate, because I don’t think I can deal with the fact that he knows what goes through my head.

The way he snorts makes me feel a little exposed.

“Sometimes, but I had shut that down a while ago. It’s different with the Jedi, don’t worry” He gets up from his couch and gathers the stuff from the medkit and leaves the room for a second.

I take a few steps towards the door, still confused about Cal’s feelings. “Still, that doesn’t mean he can act like an asshole to you. This is about me, not him”

Anakin steps closer to me in front of his door, before opening it up for me. “He’s protective over you, I was once in his place before. I’m not a victim either, you know”

I nod, remembering how void of emotions he was when he decided to come back to Coruscant after losing Padmé. After all those years, now I see how far he’s come. He shields himself from having feelings, but I know he still has emotions. And it would hurt him to show it off again.

He opens the door for me with the force, it sliding off completely. That was the sexiest thing I’ve seen so far. We stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, my cheeks burning from the eye contact and my hands becoming sweaty.

I hate this, I hate this, I hate this.

“I’ll see you around” I try to mask the raspiness of my tone, giving him a shy smile as I take a step out of his loft.

Before I could leave, Anakin gripped my wrist softly with his metal hand and I looked at him. His brows were creased, but his face wasn’t contorted in anger or anything strange. He shifted his gaze at me for a few seconds, pursing his lips.

“Thank you” He says in a husky voice, giving my skin a squeeze before pulling off.

I’m too stunned to say a word so I just nod at him again and give his wrist a squeeze, mirroring his action. Anakin didn’t seem to notice he just let out a sided, but subtle smile seconds before I finally turned around and left him standing at his door.

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experiment-000 · 2 years ago

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Cal and Merrin name their firstborn daughter Cere.

After that, when Merrin is pregnant again, this time with a boy, Greez can't help but joke about the baby being named after him.

They all know the real reason why the baby won't be named Greez. But Greez doesn't know that Cal and Merrin actually discussed it. Didn't want to replace him with a baby by the same name. Didn't want to tempt fate to kill him. They would name a child after Greez in a heartbeat. But you name babies after dead people.

None of this is said out loud. Instead they joke:

"Nah this one's gonna be called Beedee," Cal quips whilst rubbing the droid's head.

"I've always liked the name Turgle," replies Merrin, completely straight faced.

"Monk has done a lot for us, and the jedi were known as monks so it would be fitting," muses Cal.

"Poncho." is Merrin's deadpan response when the question is asked yet again.

They call the boy Jaro.

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totallynotpeterparker · 2 months ago

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I have a dire need for an inquisitor!Cal au where he travels back in time, not in his younger body, but as he is. And like the fall out with Tapal and the 13th battalion. Or even just regular Cal going back in time as his older self. Unfortunately I am too scared of writing for Cal cuz I don’t wanna make him OOC

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cameron-s-gaskins · 2 months ago

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Cal and Bode don't fight on Jedah, instead Cal returns to Cere's base just in time to intervene in her fight with Darth Vader. They're able to escape, then together they track Bode to Nova Garon. With Cere's help, an agreement is reached. Can Bode be redeemed? In the meantime, Darth Vader amps up his search for Cal and Cere, and Obi-Wan receives a message and leaves Tatooine for a second time. A fan comic.

Planning on making this somewhere around 80-100 pages, give or take. I've got the first 60 pages written and roughly sketched out, but it'll still be slow going.

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animatedjen · 1 year ago

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shoutout to this funky lighting on Dathomir that absolutely makes Cal look blind

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stardustandash · 2 months ago

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Hiiiii! How about 'Grab the little one's for JFO for the requests? Thanks!

This one went through so many different versions in my brain and on paper omg. Excellent prompt picking, definitely gave me much to think about and many ideas!!

Waiting for a Light in the Dark

Febuwhump Day 22: "Grab the Little One" Words: 1718

Cal’s hand is sweaty where it wraps around the hilt of his lightsaber. He knows that it will make it harder to hold if he needs to use it, but he can’t let it go. There’s been nothing bad or out of the ordinary so far, not even a little fight, but there’s something off about this place. A mission to collect Separatist information goes awry. Luckily Cal still has Master Tapal to save the day.

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Cal’s hand is sweaty where it wraps around the hilt of his lightsaber. He knows that it will make it harder to hold if he needs to use it, but he can’t let it go. There’s been nothing bad or out of the ordinary so far, not even a little fight, but there’s something off about this place. It makes him uneasy, like he’s being watched, but a careful eye scanning the walls picks out no cameras, just a few small vent covers.

Around him the clones are either picking up on his nervousness or nervous themselves. Master Tapal told him that the clones could also be attuned to the Force like any other living thing, and that their gut feelings could be trusted. Even Sunny is tense enough that he’s either worried or has a stomach ache. The Force tells him which it is. All of the men are buzzing through the Force with their quiet anxiety. Contrary to that Master Tapal, wherever he is in the facility, is calm and steadfast as river stones through their connection. Cal wraps himself in the feeling of it, hoping that it’ll help him be braver.

“Thought there were supposed to be clankers here,” grumbles Gamut as they turn yet another corner into an empty hallway.

“It’s listed as a programming facility for Separatist droids, that doesn’t mean that there will be droids here,” replies Twitch.

“It kinda does,” says Sunny. “It is droid stuff.”

“Actually, they only manufacture the droid’s data chips here. They program them and then mass manufacture them. And since we’re updating tactics all the time, they keep updating the droids. Even the tactical ones,” says Cal.

Five painted helmets turn to him. It’s easy to hear the smile in Twitch’s voice when he says: “Well look who read the mission briefing.”

Cal blushes and rubs at the back of his head with the hand not wrapped around his lightsaber. “Of course, we need to read the briefings to prepare for the mission.”

“See,” Twitch slaps Sunny on the shoulder. “Even the little Commander knows to read the briefings.”

“You just sum it up for me anyways, why should I waste time reading when I could be getting extra sleep instead. A well-rested soldier lives longer.”

On Sunny’s other side Mulch giggles quietly, his shoulders shaking as he contains his laughter. Cal almost giggles as well but that nagging feeling of something being wrong stays too close like it’s stuck in his throat and won’t let the sound escape. So he just smiles at his men and leads on.

It’s not long before they come to the door they’ve been looking for. There are two central computing hubs in the facility, and Master Tapal is heading to one while Cal goes to the other. Together they would download any data they could find on Separatist intelligence before destroying everything. Simple enough, especially since it seems like the facility is briefly vacant for upgrades. A quiet mission for a young Padawan only a few months out of the temple.

Cal stands to the side and fidgets with his lightsaber as Tuner fiddles with the door locks. The others unholster their blasters and hold them at the ready. The facility is supposed to be empty but if anyone is there, they would be in the control hub. Other than Tuner’s armoured fingers typing away at his datapad while he hacks the door the hallway is quiet enough to hear a pin drop. It does nothing to ease Cal’s nerves.

“Okay, I think I’ve got it,” says Tuner. Despite the quiet of his voice they all jump. A moment later the door slides open.

Chaos greets them with a mechanical screech.

The first time Cal encountered a battle droid he’d thought it sounded funny. The robotic quality of its voice mixed with its general inability to think for itself made it say funny things in a weird voice. Then the droid had pulled a blaster and shot Fifty through the chest and suddenly they weren’t funny anymore. So despite the screeching and garbled words coming from the battle droids in the room Cal feels all his anxiety pool into icy dread in his stomach.

There are at least twenty droids in the room. What they were doing there is beyond Cal’s ability to decipher. Instead he feels that same fear he felt then and tries his best to let it go as he rushes in with his lightsaber raised.

A shot from his left has Cal spinning to block and send it right back to the droid that fired it. His men also jump into action, sliding down behind empty desks for cover and returning fire. Cal follows only half a heartbeat behind and ducks down beside Twitch. He’s close enough to hear Twitch’s distress call to Captain Key, Master Tapal’s second in command for this mission. Unfortunately, he can’t hear the reply. He tugs on his bond to Master Tapal through the Force anyway. He knows he’ll get a lecture about controlling his fear, but that’s preferable to being dead.

Somewhere to his left Cal hears Tuner yelp and feels his spirit waver in the Force. He grips his lightsaber tight. He can’t lose any of his men. With barely a thought he pops up from behind the desk and begins reflecting back as many of the droid’s blaster bolts as he can.

“Commander! Get down!” Twitch yells and tugs on his robes. Cal ignores it. They aren’t going to make it if they stick to hiding.

With the chaos in the room Cal must rely on the force to warn him of the incoming shots. He can barely see through the dust and sparks in the air. But he holds on even as his arms grow heavy with the effort. Then the droids clue in.

“A Jedi! Get the little one!”

Cal’s heart drops into his stomach as the shadowy figures of the droids in the dust all turn to face him as one unit. He shifts his weight and raises his lightsaber in a defensive stance, but knows in his gut it will not be enough. He should run, or hide like Twitch is screaming at him to do, but instead an odd peace surrounds him and he stands his ground. When the droids fire he spins his lightsaber in wide arcs in front of him. The ‘saber feels oddly distant, moving faster than ever on its own accord. Cal feels like he’s a passenger in his own body watching the blaster bolts be reflected back to the droids. At least until the sensation of white hot pain sinks into him.

Cal staggers and Twitch takes the opportunity to yank him down beside him.

“Karking hell, Commander,” Twitch growls.

Looking down Cal spots the singed side of his robes and the charred flesh across his ribs. It hurts more to see it and Cal swears he can feel the frayed edges of his robes catching in his flesh and dragging thin lines through it. He breathes in sharply through his nose and tries not to cry. They’re still in the middle of a firefight, he can’t cry and distract everyone.

“I’m fine,” Cal gasps. “I’m good.”

“With all due respect: that’s bantha shit, Commander,” says Twitch.

Cal frowns at him, then flinches as a blaster bolt pings off the desk above their heads. On Twitch’s other side Sunny returns fire and another droid falls with a metallic scream. It won’t be enough though. Though they’ve reduced the numbers down by half at least, Tuner is down and only Sunny and Mulch are firing back at this point. Twitch is too busy fussing at Cal when he should be helping take out the droids. Cal isn’t going to die right then and there, though even breathing hurts at this point. The blaster bolt had gone straight through the soft skin over his ribs below his armpit. He can’t even move his arm either, instead frozen with it held out to the side awkwardly.

They’re going to lose. Cal squeezes his eyes shut to stop the tears from leaking. They’re going to die here and it’s going to be all his fault. He’s going to watch his men die while he struggles to breathe through the wound in his side. The heat of it radiates through him in waves, numbing and burning in turns. Twitch is trying to peel a bacta patch to put on it but his hands are shaking and the armour is making him clumsy. It doesn’t matter, they’re going to die anyway.

Then there’s a shout from the doorway. Familiar and deep and full of challenge. Cal looks up to see Master Tapal and his team step through the doorway, the bright light from the hall framing them from behind. For a moment Cal forgets the pain. Relief floods him as Master Tapal and his team charge into the battle and make quick work of the surprised droids. This is how the rest of the galaxy feels when the Jedi come to the rescue, Cal thinks. Then the pain starts creeping back in to the edges of his consciousness and he shrinks down against the smooth metal of the desk.

Twitch takes the opportunity to slap the bacta patch on Cal’s wound and the mix of pain and relief makes him jump and reach for the patch. Twitch catches his hands and gently holds them away from it.

“Let the bacta do its thing, Commander,” says Twitch as gently as he can to be heard over the sounds of battle. “We’re good, General Tapal’s got it from here.”

And that is true. In the span of only a few minutes Master Tapal and his men have cleared the room and are getting started on the half of the mission Cal’s team was supposed to complete. Guilt flares in Cal as he watches the clones get to work on copying the Separatist intelligence and check over Tuner. He watches Master Tapal approach him. Or watches his feet pad closer. Between the pain burning through his side and the guilt Cal isn’t sure he can look his Master in the eye. He takes as deep a breath as he can and waits for the inevitable lecture.

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