#calboba

[bon-sides-sw]

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[corvidscreams]

“You’ll have to be faster than that to catch me, bounty hunter!”

In honor of boop day I come bearing memes.

[wyvernsrus]

I love these two so much I need yall to know I want to hold them in my hands because they're so precious

[psalmsofpsychosis]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Jedi: Fallen Order Series (Video Games), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Boba Fett/Cal Kestis Characters: Boba Fett, Cal Kestis Additional Tags: graphic poetics, Death Symbolism, but nobody dies dont worry - freeform, POV Second Person, POV Boba Fett, Angst and Feels, Boba Fett Has Issues, Cal Kestis Is The Issues, Requited Unrequited Love, Enemies and Lovers Summary:

This is the night of the hunter.

[elizabethhood]

Biology Notes

A minute by minute summary of my thoughts during bio class.

Countdown begin.

This ain’t gonna be fun.

Only two min in.

She’s late.

How am I already bored?

That guy’s late.

Cal/Boba handcuffed together, working as allies?

Melidaan joins Mandalorian Empire?

I’m bored.

Clones’ first time hearing music

Clones eating real food for the first time?

Clones tour temple? (Where they hear music/eat real food for first time?)

I was right. This isn’t fun.

Soulmate AU for Charles/Erik?

Erik’s POV for first meeting?

Immediate aftermath of said first meeting?

Erik and Raven visit after Cuba?

They meet babies Kurt, Warren, Jean, maybe Scott.

They miss the sign, don’t realize it’s a school? 

‘Did Charles have kids?’ moment, especially after realizing Jean’s a telepath?

Jean recognizes them from memories? All recognize them from photos and/or stories?

All the guilt when Erik sees Charles.

Cells. The powerhouse of, mitochondria is.

Phospholipid. Now there’s a word to make people flip a Scrabble board with.

Nigh impossible, you’d need lipid down first, then add phospho-, but a girl can dream.

Kurt and Warren would be adorable as childhood friends

That guy’s playing Wordle.

That guy is really, really, really bad at Wordle.

People realizing how insanely dangerous Charles is?

Erik realizing how lucky humanity is for Charles’ morality? and being very attracted to that?

Quiz on Friday, 45-50 questions, 50 points. Study slides.

Erik getting attacked by another telepath, Charles going territorial, has other telepath screaming/crying on floor, living worst nightmares, clutching head and begging for it to end, while Charles is gently comforting/fussing over Erik?

That girl is texting.

Is that guy watching Gravity Falls? Great taste.

Aw, why’d you turn the screen that way? Now I can’t see it.

Quinlan switching out Fox’s caf with decaf, letting him fall asleep, tucking him into bed?

While Fox’s asleep, using Shadow Training (TM) to do paper work? (Forgery/Ability to have multiple styli (plural of stylus) filling out multiple data pads simultaneously? (Force use?)

Quinlan leaving five min before Fox wakes up. Fox finding his paper pretty much done, crying because he’s still out of it and doesn’t want to wake up?

Quinlan making this a habit when he’s on Coruscant? Stone finding out, not telling? Fox scared if he talks about it, it’ll go away? Unable to believe it’s real?

That girl’s doing a crossword. Badly.

The answer is Lobelia. “She stole Bilbo’s spoons” is Lobelia Sackville-Baggins. 

Where in Middle-Earth did she get Tauriel from? Even if she hadn’t been added solely for the purpose of paying less in royalties to Tolkien’s family, even if she had existed in the book, when in the name of all that is precious and beautiful, would she have stolen Bilbo’s spoons?

I might kill myself. This is why I shouldn’t have sat in the back row.

Only 6 min left. Heh. +60, Execute Order. I know I’m not funny.

So close, yet so far. So unbearably bored.

Is this what stream-of-consciousness notebooks look like?

I have a very odd stream of consciousness.

We get to leave early? Hallelujah!!

Goodbye!

[cabezadeperro]

meetcute.

[ironhoshi]

The motion was soothing and vexing at the same time. Boba bites his lower lip as he weaves the stems together carefully. The corpses of several wildflowers litter the space about him, proof he has been at this for a bit.

"Bweep?"

"All I am saying is he better like this or I am collecting on his bounty," Boba replies to the small droid. He is kidding, mostly. BD just lets out a sound similar to a laugh and prods at a pile of petals. 

[justanotherbookortwo]

Ok damn I can't make up my mind (that's a lie but idk how to start it so). Explanations are below

5 things +1 thing is soooo silly and self indulgent I might do it anyway (as in I'm thinking up what I can remember about x thing and trying to arrange a timeline) so bear that in mind.

Mandalorian 2: electric boogaloo is just the prev text post, where boba is hired to bring a force sensitive child to a jedi - any jedi - and cal is the closest and easiest to find.

Boba just chills there for a while ig: he sticks around on Koboh after he turns Caij in, and it's making Greez veery twitchy in the saloon

Post rotj meeting: Cal is passing through Mos Epsa and is distracted by how much...lighter it all seems (least fleshed out idea, if this wins I will take suggestions)

Get along shirt: they get marooned somewhere and have to work together for x amount of time (again, will take suggestions)

[kazhan-draws]

FANDOM: Star Wars - Jedi: Fallen Order RELATIONSHIPS: Boba Fett/Cal Kestis RATING: E

SUMMARY: A year ago, Cal brought an injured Boba Fett home to help him patch up his wounds after he got his ass handed to him by a bounty he followed to Bracca.

By all means, they should never have seen each other again, yet here he is, invading Cal’s room and ruining his plans to go to bed early. Again.

WORDS: 5424

[corvidscreams]

*runs* Cal putting a flower crown on Boba and Boba just having this adorably confused look on his face. *runs faster*

You literally sent this ask over a year ago and I’ve had this in progress since then. Life is hell.

[pretz3l-log1c]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Jedi: Fallen Order (Video Game), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Boba Fett/Cal Kestis Characters: Boba Fett, Cal Kestis Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Masturbation, Boba has more issues than a comic book shop, Cal Kestis does not actually appear in this fic, Sexual Fantasy, i would say pwp but character development happens, through wanking, Bottom Boba Fett, top cal kestis, kind of? see other tags, no beta we die like meh Series: Part 2 of No Small Acts Summary:

Boba has some feelings to work through after his hunt for Kestis went awry.

[ironhoshi]

Kesett is about so many things to so many different people. That is the joy of fan fiction and fan art. People can create beautiful things based off a mere idea.

It is hurt and it is comfort. It is unlikely friendships. It is healing from traumas past. It is fairytales retold. It is whatever a creator wants their creation to be. Kesett is just fun because it is that Bounty Hunter and the Jedi of it all. I just like how they vibe tbh.

@fettupwithyou thank you for putting this idea in my head!

To everyone else: may your ships, no matter what they are, continue to spark joy like this one does for me.

Rants!

Rochi: there are literally 19 fics for this ship, all but 3 written by the same person, and the characters have never even been mentioned in the same sentence, let alone met. neither of them have any lines, we don't know what one looks like and we only know he exists because of like 2 fact files you can find scattered around the game. but holy shit if the dynamic ive deluded myself into thinking they have isnt DELECTABLE

Duckylove: A HYPERSPECIFIC POLYCULE BETWEEN MOST OF THE TEENAGERS IN THE DWAMPYVERSE CAST. TECHNICALLY THE BASIS IS IN THE PHINEAS AND FERB CAST, WITH CANDACE DATING JEREMY, STACY, AND VANESSA, BUT IT COMPLICATES FROM THERE. I USUALLY HAVE STACY AND VANESSA DATING EACH OTHER, ALONG WITH STACY DATING COLTRANE AND VANESSA DATING MONTY. MONTY CAN ALSO BE DATING CARL IT DEPENDS. FROM THERE THERES THE MILO MURPHY'S LAW CAST, WITH SARA DATING CANDACE AND VANESSA, ALONG WITH NEAL. THE HAMSTER AND GRETEL CAST INCLUSION IS KEVIN DATING HIROMI, WHOS DATING STACY AND SARA AS WELL. FRED AND JENNY (AND A BUNCHA THE OTHER TEENS BUT LESS FULLY AS THESE TWO) ARE ALSO THERE BUT FRED AND JENNY ARE AROACE SO THEY JUST KINDA EXIST THERE.

Kesett: Ok so the ship started as something random @ironhoshi and @fettupwithyou came up with but then more people started to hear about it and it became an actual ship. The whole idea was because people realized Boba and Cal are about the same age and Boba is a bounty hunter and Cal is someone who would probably be wanted by a bunch of people

[psalmsofpsychosis]

Today's Agony Of The Day is a first kiss scenario in which Cal and Boba narrowly escape a very shitfuck situation and make it to the Slave-1, they're both bloody and beaten up and sitting on the floor awkwardly faving each other, trying to catch their breathe and everything hurts and they're sure of at least two ribcage bones broken between the two of them. Boba says nothing and ever so alowly Cal scoots closer, almost says "hey, hey, look at me," but then he doesn't. Boba leans his forhead on Cal's shoulder, he's breathing harsh, "you almost died," he croaks, and maybe he's crying, Cal can't tell. He closes his eyes and takes one of Boba's hands in his own, smoothes his thumb down the back of it; Boba's hands are shaking, and he is quiet as a grave. Cal dips his head, plants the softest kiss on Boba's pulse, "it's okay," he says. Another kiss on his jawline, on the corner of his lips before he leans their foreheads together.

"i'm right here."

and then he feels Boba's fingers curling into his hair, pulling him in.

[feelinkeeli]

Work on Progress Wednesday - June 23rd

"This is a waste of my time, Buir," Boba said. He was not whining or grumbling no matter what his brothers claimed otherwise.

"It's supposed to be a waste of time, Bob'ika. The point is for you to be out of sight and out of mind until the political shitstorm you caused with House Kryze blows over," Jan'buir said without a shred of sympathy. If anything he looked amused but the blue tint of holos made it tricky to tell for certain.

"Bo-katan started the fight and she's older than me. Why am I the only one in the hotseat if all I did was finish it?" Boba demanded. 

"Because Sundari is a New Mandalorian city, with strict rules against violence, and you weren't the one in need of medical treatment afterwards. Bo-Katan might not care you beat the shabuire out of her but her Duchess sister and her sycophants certainly did," Jango explained, tone as dry as Mandalore's deserts. 

Yep. His buir was amused and maybe even proud of all the trouble Boba caused even if it gave Ba'buir Jaster a freighter's load of work. Boba was fairly certain Jaster's years as Mand'alor were coming to an end… as soon as someone got the guts to force him to retire. But then someone else would have to handle all the politicking and bureaucracy that was part of being Mand'alor anymore and no one except Jas'babuir was crazy enough for that. Even New Mandalorians balked away from the 'nonviolent' duties of the Mand'alor.

"I swear Boba, no one in this family gets into and out of trouble like you do," Jango said with a sigh. "Except maybe me when I was your age."

[starpeace]

UHHH have you done kesett/calboba

i’ve only scrolled past a few posts and not taken much of a closer look but i could be convinced i could be convinced

[cabezadeperro]

Me again 💖

CalBoba +

hi tasha!!! i didn't actually follow your prompt too much sowwy 😭 vague spoilers of jedi survivor; pre/established relationship (situationship), T, 870w.

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The cuffs are just plain durasteel. They’re good quality, kept painstakingly clean and in good condition despite the heavy use they see, heavier than they look. Boba sourced them from a factory on Kuat that also makes Imperial-grade restraints for the ISB. They were expensive: they are an investment. Boba knows what happens when your bounty shakes off their shackles, and he has to live with the scars.

They are not Force-suppressing cuffs, however. They’re high grade durasteel, nothing more and nothing less.

Kestis sits in the hold of the Slave, shackled wrists held in his lap, fingers lax. His little droid friend is nowhere to be found, and he is soaked to the bone, dripping seawater on the metal floor of Boba’s ship. His lightsaber is tucked away in one of Boba’s pouches, weirdly heavy, cold through the many layers of fabric, and Boba knows intimately what Jedi are capable of. 

Coronet is a dump. Boba closes and locks the ramp, trying his best to keep out the wind and the cold, and returns to Kestis’s side. He’s shivering slightly: Boba fished him from the docks. He lost his boots while trying to swim across the bay, and his lips are blue, his red hair darkened by water and rain. The brightest thing about him is the blood that stains his clothes, and his green eyes.

Word says he survived Vader, and his bounty’s high enough it might even be true. 

The shackles are simple durasteel. Boba crouches in front of him, keeping his distance: Kestis tilts his head, those green eyes of his serene. He seems to be around Boba’s age—he must have been thirteen or fourteen when the war ended. He’s made it for ten years, and the cuffs around his wrists are plain metal, and if he’s there, in Boba’s ship, is because he wants to be there.

Boba chews on his lower lip. After a beat, he takes off his buy’ce. Green eyes widen in recognition, turn thoughtful. 

“I knew I had heard that voice before,” Kestis says after a beat. The cuffs click open, and he sits up, leans forward to lean his elbows on his knees. 

Boba tracked him down after that first chance meeting on Koboh. He’s been doing his best to hunt him down for the past year, and this is not the first time he thought he had Kestis, and he’s beginning to think it won’t be the last. 

“I’m not like them,” Boba tells him. Kestis snorts, mouth ticking up in a sideways smile. 

Boba should have kept his mouth shut.

“Yeah. I can tell,” Kestis replies easily. 

There’s blood on his shirt. Boba got him right before he jumped. High up on his right side, right across the ribs. Must hurt like a bitch.

If Kestis is there it’s because he wants to.

His thighs are starting to burn. Boba stands up and steps away, buy’ce held uncomfortably in his left hand.

There’s an unused pair of Force-suppressing cuffs gathering dust in the armoury. Boba’s had them for a while. 

He’s playing a dangerous game—his father would be disgusted. He never had any patience for the sort of hunter who did what Boba’s been doing lately: for him, bounties were just credits on legs. You tracked them down, you caught them, you handed them in, and you moved on. Clean and quick and professional.

Kestis reaches out to him with one ungloved hand. After a beat, Boba wraps his gloved one around his wrist, pulls him to his feet. 

He calls himself a Jedi, but he looks little like any of the sanctimonious pricks Boba met during the war. He’s all confident swagger, and he has the kills to support it. He’s been cutting his way through the galaxy, like a too-sharp knife in bantha butter.

Boba moves first, but Kestis’s quick to catch up. His lips are rough, and there’s stubble on the cold skin of his cheeks. Boba closes his eyes and grabs blindly at him. His cold fingers tangle themselves in Boba’s hair, and Boba steps even closer, knees bumping, his bulky armour both a physical boundary that has yet to be crossed and a reminder. He tastes of salt water and blood and metal, and Boba opens under him, already sweating under his kute. 

The lightsaber is very cold where it fits under Boba’s chin. He opens his eyes and looks up at Kestis. Boba raises his brows, painfully aware of the way his pulse beats against the thin skin of his throat, and Kestis licks his lips. He’s flushed, his hair a mess and his lips reddened. 

“I won’t stop,” Boba reminds him. His voice is shot. He clears his throat, and feels the heavy weapon move with him.

“I know,” Kestis says. “I should kill you.”

Boba’s fast, but Kestis is faster. He ducks out of the way, pushes Boba away; Boba feels himself fly through the cold air of his ship, head cracking against something sharp. By the time he manages to shake off the dark spots off his sight, Kestis is long gone, the ramp standing wide open, Coronet’s winds flooding the hold with a mix of seawater and tibanna.