#swjfo oneshot

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Imagine #2 for Cal Kestis

Apparently, I had fun writing again, so here’s another! :)

I have another imagine before this, a 2-part oneshot: Parts 1 and 2

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Cal! Help me!

Help me, please!!

Caaaal!!!

Your voice rings profoundly in his ears, then a fade, until it ends in a ear-busting shrill. He flails and screams in his sleep. From the lounge, you thought that he was just calling you in distress, when you run up to his quarters, you find him still in bed—eyes closed, hand clawing the air as he struggles to catch his breath while the other held on to the rim of the bed.

You call his name out, your voice gets louder and louder until he snapped out of it.

“Cal!” You shout. “CAL!!”

He jolts up, waking up in a cold sweat while you brace his broad shoulders.

“Shh, shh, baby, it’s okay, you’re safe,” you tell him repeatedly until his breathing calmed, stroking his hair and cradling his face. “It was a bad dream.”

He cups back your face, making sure if you were real or part of his dreams. Frenzied eyes shifted in all directions, searching your entire person. His fingertips sinking into your warm cheeks proved that he is awake, although rather terribly.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” You hold his hands still on your face, you nuzzle your chin on his palm.

Cal took a deep breath—finally calm—he rests his forehead on your shoulder, while his hands weakly pat your cheek, then to your neck, it lifelessly slipped downward from there until he finally grasped your arm and pulled you closer to him.  

“You were calling for me, you needed my help,” he sighed. “But you got farther and farther away from me whenever I tried to reach you. You were already so far away when I woke up—I never reached you.”

The shakiness in his voice did not hold back, the nightmare must have been great a toll on him. You let him rest on your shoulder for another moment longer, stroking his hair and face relaxed him, and his arms that he had latched around you felt tighter.

“Your presence… it’s so soothing. Everything about you is.” he whispers.

You say nothing. Instead, you slip your arms around his waist, you close your eyes and concentrate. You were trying to Force Heal him.

Albeit the ability does not necessarily cure insomnia or consistent nightmares, it acted more of a tranquilizer for Cal. It won’t put him to sleep, but it will make him calmer until he decides to sleep again and you hope that it won’t wear off by the time he’s in deep sleep.

Suddenly, Cal’s soft lips tickle and suckle your neck, the kisses climb up to your jaw until it found your lips that you welcomed with your own.

“Stay with me for the night, please.” Cal begged as a faint gleam in his eyes shone.

A warm smile on your face greeted him, “Okay.”

He continues to kiss you, gingerly pulling you in closer to him as he slowly lies down on his back. You two cuddle and spoon on the very small bed, his hand searches for your thigh and puts it over his knee that you’re almost straddling him. His lips continue to find their way on your shoulder, he brushes away the hair blocking your nape and the base of your spine.

The blanket crumples at your grip as he continues to kiss your weak spots—which you never let him know in one way or another.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing at all.”

The goosebumps that met his finger running on your skin says otherwise.

“Does this bother you?”

You let out a small exhale through your nose and chuckled, “No.”

“Good.” he muttered as he continued to plant kisses on your shoulders.

Your hands found his, you slipped into the spaces between his fingers. When you turned around to face him, you saw twinkling jade eyes lovingly looking at you, and a scarred lip curling upwards.

You stroke the drooping fringes of his hair while he caresses your chin with his thumb. You smile at the sight of him: the personification of a hearth’s warmth.

“I’ll show you something, I hope it’ll help you.”

Your thumb and ring finger touched his temples, you told him to close his eyes and you did the same, and you attempted to project images of a meadow, a waterfall, and a patch of flora.

“I can hear the insects,” he whispered.

“The trees, the grass, soil… I can smell them.” he added.

“My home—at least, the beautiful part of it.” You tell him. “I figured it would help you sleep better.”

He smiled a grateful smile, “I think it will, but not as much as you here sleeping by my side.”

“Good night, my love. Sleep well.” You softly whispered, kissing him.

Cal’s eyelids drooped while he kept holding your hand on his heart. You watch him slowly drift off, hoping that he dreams of your home’s serene woodland. You wonder when was the last time he slept this soundly. You shuffled closer to him, absorbing the warmth of his embrace, and listening to the rhythm of his breathing and calm heartbeat.

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Part 2 of the Cal Kestis one-shot fic/imagine

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This is the 2nd and last half of the story now. Thank you for stopping to read it and liking it! I really appreciate it. I hope you enjoy this 2nd one as you did in the 1st. :)

Hours have passed, the storm has calmed—the Imperials have been overrun by the partisans and the freed Wookiees. Everyone celebrated the fresh victory, including you and Cal. You two retreat to the landing pad where the Mantis is docked, Cal eagerly grabs you by the hand and brings you into the ship.

You look around and this is your first time seeing a ship with indoor plants—makes you feel cozy. Now that both of you have kept your promises to come back to each other in one piece after the fighting is over, you two settle in the sofa and began catching up.

“So…” Cal awkwardly begins.

You say in unison, “Where have you been all this time?” and then you both chuckle. Cal was the first to answer.

“Well, I was in Bracca. I worked as a scrapper there for a while now, until the Inquisitors arrived, killed a friend of mine in Bracca, and then Cere and Greez saved me from the Second Sister, an Inquisitor.”

There was a pause, he reflected on everything that has happened ever since then; he looks at you tenderly and lets out a dry chuckle.

He added, “So what have you been up to these days? Where were you after the Purge?”

“Nothing exciting really. I ended up in Corellia with nowhere and nobody and then now with rebel fighters in Kashyyyk. Master died in the crossfire during the Purge, she told me to keep running, never look back… and I did.”

You spared him the tragedy of taking up odd jobs until you found your way into a partisan’s freighter and somehow convinced them to take you in. Your only selling point was the fact you knew how to fight, however, you were forced to hide your lightsaber.

“Do you still have it?”

You pulled up the flap of your poncho, exposing your left pant leg—clipped to your belt loop is your lightsaber. The shine on the hilt suggests that it has been seldom used, you were ashamed of yourself for not finishing your training ever since you escaped.

You’re afraid that you’ve forgotten what your master taught you. Ever since the Purge, you’ve become inactive with the ways of the Force. You thought before that there is no need for it, except pickpocketing and petty thieving to survive your first few days in Corellia: pulling small fruit towards you when no one else is looking and Jedi mind-tricking innkeepers to let you stay for free a night or two. You weren’t proud of that lifestyle. Being a bay mechanic seemed more dignified.

“I guess you and I both had it rough.”

“Yeah, we sure did.”

After that short yet awkward silence, Cal remembered something—something from way back when. You saw his eyes light up and a small smile formed on his lips. 

“I know what’ll cheer you up,” he says so assuredly with a playful smile.

A smile with a contagious warmth like the red of his hair. One that you’ve missed very dearly.

He went up to the galley, taking a bowl and filling it with small food like berries and already-chopped fruits. He sits back down on the sofa and sets down the bowl between you.

“Remember this game?”

You gasped sharply and you felt your chest constrict, but in a good way.

“Our game!”

You two invented this little game that only you know how to play, it was another way of practicing how to wield the Force when you were just in the most basic of basics. It wasn’t really recommended by your masters but you two had fun anyway.

The way to play it was very simple: whoever was “it” has to close to their eyes, lift a fruit from the bowl and bring it to the other player’s mouth—the other player should stay still and do not follow where the berry is going, the wielder will have to worry about the precision. The other player can choose to speak to indicate if the berry is far or near.

As a child, you only thought that it was a way of doing what you learned. Now that you’ve grown, the whole point of it was trusting the Force even in your own darkness and carving a path out of it with the Force.

You were it. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and raised your hand in mid-air, trying to find a sliver of the Force in you. A single berry rose from the bowl, it flew to the level of your chest, your fingers curl as if you were puppeteering the fruit; now you try to push it toward Cal.

“No peeking,” he playfully mutters.

“I’m not,” you smile but struggle to keep your focus.

Your first two fingers gently stretched out, propelling the berry to what you think is Cal’s mouth, but it was actually just the tip of his nose.

“Awww, so close.”

“One more try! It’s three tries for each one, remember?”

You repeat the entire process, hoping… no, trusting for a better aim. For some reason, you feel strange. It was not serious, but with every minute, it felt like something was closing in on you. You wanted to open your eyes, but don’t want to.

Cal’s fingers run through your cheek, you shudder and you kept your eyes shut. He brushes your hair to the back of your ear, your throat suddenly felt dry. You never felt him shuffle through the sofa—that was one sign that says you were concentrating well enough. 

You couldn’t help it. You opened your eyes, and for once in your entire life, Cal has never been so close to you. His eyes wander from your eyes, they follow the contour of your cheeks and jaw, and then fixates on your lips. Your spine ran a downward chill.

“You peeked. You lose this round.” Cal muttered under his breath, jade eyes gazing back at you.

“What does the winner get then?”

He tenderly cupped your face with his hands and for the very first time, you two kissed. His thumb caressed your cheek as he slips his tongue into your mouth. While Cal continued to softly peck on your lips, you let your hand run through his fiery red locks and then wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” he sighed when he pulled away.

“Well, ditto. I thought of you everyday, you know.”

“I won’t ever lose you again, will I?”

You shake your head while your fingers trace his jaw and felt the slight emboss of his scar. You press your thumb on his lip and he tenderly kisses your fingertips. He released a great sigh, as if his fear of your absence escaped his soul, he rests his head on your shoulder; fine, silken red strands tickle your neck as you softly glide your fingers on his skin.

Both of you are finally home.

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Hath Heart Love Till Now

Another Cal Kestis x Reader fic!

Inspired by the this scene in Romeo and Juliet (1996; Leo di Caprio and Clair Danes). Hope you enjoy!

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Part 1

And then read Part 2 here

The Mantis’s course was set to Naboo. When you heard the name of your homeworld again after so many years, you’ve come to realize that it has been a long, long while since you last contacted your family—whether it were your parents or siblings.

You clench your jaw, heart beating fast, and hands holding too tightly on the rim of the sofa.

“Hey,” Cal nudged. “We’re going to your home. Aren’t you looking forward to it?”

“Yeah,” you replied, unenthused by the anxiety. “Home.”

Cere handled the transmissions and clearance to land in Naboo after an officer has detected the ship’s signature in their radar. Greez has set the Mantis to landing mode, the sunlight in Naboo spilled through the small slits that make up for windows in the ship.

You arrived in your home planet and the Mantis settled on the landing bay. You were greeted by a captain and a few of his men upon your arrival.

“Glad you had a safe landing, Master Junda.” the captain politely greeted.

“Please, just Cere. I’d like to keep things casual here.” Cere jokingly dismisses the captain.

“You know each other?” Cal butts in, out of curiosity.

“Yes, Senior General Prosim here has been a good friend of the Council, even when I was still a Knight.”

Cal turns his head to you, noticing that your expression is just as surprised as his own.

“You never met this general?”

You shake your head, you don’t see anybody familiar here. What would they know? You have been gone from Naboo since forever. As a child, you knew a different general and a different squad.

“Is the queen ready to meet us, General Prosim?”

“She will be with you shortly, in the meantime, she has arranged personal lodgings for all of you.”

“Oh, but we won’t be long, General.” Cere insisted.

And the general retaliated, “But she insisted, Cere, you came at the time of a special occasion.”

“I suppose we can’t say no to that.” Cere commented and caved in.

Occasion? You wondered. You were thinking of the Founding Anniversary Ball of the Senate in Naboo. There was no other occasion that would render a public figure quite busy with party planning.

The general escorted you further into the palace. At the doorway, you were met with servants—peculiarly similar-faced to one another while draped in a silky peach tunic and hood—they were all softly smiling at all of you, as if they practiced for this. The servant who apparently seemed to be the leader of her retinue stepped forward, and gestured beyond the hallway, and with the most melodic voice, she spoke:

“If you would follow me, please. This way, lords and ladies.”

You and Cal were behind Greez and Cere, but before you could put down your foot when you walked, another servant stopped you in their tracks. Her gentle grasp on your wrist startled you.

“Oh, Milady [y/n], your chambers are here. Your sister personally had it fixed.”

Your eyes widened and you raise a brow, “M-My sister?”

“Yes,” she cluelessly said. “Didn’t you know? Your sister is the newly elected queen.”

You couldn’t believe what the maiden said. At first you thought it was impossible, but then again, anything can happen in the political world of Naboo, all in due process.

“No, I don’t think I didn’t.” You muttered.

The maiden’s expression changed, looking almost rather embarrassed. She cleared her throat and then escorted you to your room.

“I’ll see you later then,”

“Yeah,” Cal managed a smile.

You smile back at him before the servant stole you away from him, leading you to your own quarters.

“We are close, Milady.”

“It’s fine. Lead the way.”

The servant lets out a stifled chuckle, “She seemed confident that you will like it very much, given that she personally rearranged everything.”

“I wonder. We barely talked when I was away.”

“I wouldn’t doubt Her Majesty’s genuine knowledge to her own sister’s likings.”

The servant held the golden door handles with her two small hands and—it seems with all her might in her petite frame—pulled the doors open, revealing your room. You stepped inside your new room and saw that your sister decided to keep the primary color to white with small accents like gold, silver, and sapphire blue.

Your fingers disturbed the fluff of the pillows, the silken blankets ran smooth, and perfume wafted around the air as the see-through drapes billowed in the air.

“Fit for a princess.” the servant commented, noticing that you were stricken with the elegance of the room.

“Yes, it’s so nice,” you smiled, the design was a sight for sore eyes after seeing nothing but rocks and stars through the Mantis’s window. “Please send my older sister my thanks.”

“The party will start this evening. I shall return here with your things.”

Before you could even protest or question what she meant by “things,” she gave a small bow and softly blurted “Milady” before dismissing herself out of your room.

Now alone, you loosened your belt and jacket, finally taking a breather and looked around some more. On the white shelves sat books and a single music box, you played with the box and a familiar melody played: a lullaby that your mother had always sung to you.

“Feels good to be home, I guess.” You muttered to yourself under your breath.

You wonder how the others are doing.

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Another Cal Kestis x Reader

I just finished SWJFO but I’m playing again to complete BD’s scans. This is just my way of coping lol

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When you’re done, read the 2nd one here :)

The rays spill through the thin lines of the Mantis’s door, you bask in the mild sunlight after that harsh red one in Dathomir—no offense to Merrin, of course—Cere has been noticing your uneasiness during the trip.

“[y/n], are you all right?” Cere asked with nothing in her tone but concern.

“Yeah, I am…” you stammered. “I… I just want some time alone to meditate.”

“Of course, [y/n]. I understand.”

“Thanks.” You manage a smile at Cere before walking away from the Mantis.

As you trailed away from the ship, you looked around the horizon where you could hold your meditation.

Running around on this planet of rock platforms and plateaus was a good alternative to a training course. You knew that some of the best places for meditating are the ones way beyond human contact—the canyon, the lone columns of rock, the underground areas, and if you were brave enough, the mesa but that is definitely out of the list.

You went to the area where the rock formation resembled an outdoor amphitheater, you dealt with the vermin that inhabited it first. You sit on the center, settled yourself, and attempted to reach out.

“Come on, [y/n],” you mutter under your breath, encouraging yourself. “Come on…”

You sense a connection, but you don’t meet it. You struggle, again and again. Your attempt to reconnect with the Force is a hook that does not meet its ring, struggle any more and you will end up pulling it apart.

“I can’t.” You sigh in defeat.

Looking around, you presumed that you were surrounded by one too many distractions: the snoring Binog, the chittering Boglings, the snarling Bog Rats from the platform just below your position, and the whistling wind.

You make another run until you found the water hole past the Bogdo—you walk in and see the lone island with a single Bogling’s burrow. You started backing away to give yourself momentum if you wanted to land on the island without touching the water.

“Sorry, little one.” You apologize in advance.

Two strides from your lithe legs, you spring yourself from the ground and you propelled yourself to make a Jedi flip. You landed successfully, just mere centimeters away from the mouth of the burrow, where dust wafted around as the Bogling has thrown itself into the tunnel.

You sit down in front of the burrow, you flex your spine straight and relax your shoulders. The dripping water from the limestone’s moisture was almost melodic.

Perfect. You think to yourself.

Fingers pat down on the damp grass and you try to find your connection with the Force, hoping that you can latch on to it. Deep breaths entered and escape your lungs, until you have deafened yourself from the sounds surrounding you. You felt close, you were almost thrilled, but you didn’t let yourself get carried away.

“Hold on to it,” you whispered, as if like a chant—it was something that your late master told you when they began teaching you meditation.

But something else intervened: a feeling of struggle and helplessness. The memory of you struggling and stumbling jabbed into your mind involuntarily. You lost your focus, snapping back into reality in a cold sweat, as if being pushed by a strong force by the chest. You look and see the Bogling staring at you with full black eyes.

“Sorry, little fella,” you said. “I’m not gonna hurt you, don’t worry.”

As another gesture of apology, you fished for something in your belt pouch. You hold a chestnut between your index finger and thumb. You show it to the Bogling whose ears pricked up and nose twitched profusely. You chuckle and patiently watched it crawl out of its hole while sniffing the chestnut from your hand.

It finally approached you and snatched the chestnut from your hand, nibbling ferociously while you sat there watching. It was done in a flash, it went up on you searching for more. You gave it another while petting it.

“I kinda envy you, little guy.” You blurted. “You have nothing to worry about except your babies, your nest, food, and yourself.”

You sighed and lied down on the grass while it snuggled on you, at least it comforted you when you felt disappointed with yourself.

“I wonder when I will ever be carefree like you, little one?”

From your upside-down vision, you saw a pair of boots walk up but stop at the mouth of the cave.

“Jedi don’t have it easy. Big difference from Boglings, huh?”

Cal.

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#3 of Hath Heart Love Till Now

Cal Kestis x Reader

Had to cut it short to a 1k word minimum per part ;) Already working on the latter parts, so stay tuned!

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Read Parts 1, 2, and 4 (Final)

The same servant who escorted you to her room had already drawn your bath. You step into the water in the tub, the temperature was lukewarm, and you slide down from the incline of the tub as you nerves calmed.

“How is the water, milady?”

“It’s perfect.”

You feel her sit by the bathtub, she gently took your hair into her hand and gingerly poured water on it. The water was evidently fragrant, the petals on the water were of a different flower that you have never seen before. You scooped a few petals from the water and brought it to your nose, one whiff and the flower exerted a strong yet pleasant scent.

“It’s pure Naboo Jasmine, milady. The most fragrant there is.”

“What is your name?”

“Lestia, my lady.”

“That’s a nice name.”

“Thank you. Yours as well.”

After your bath, there were three more ladies-in-waiting in your bedroom. They introduced themselves before you, each one bowing after they’ve said their names: Perina, Mitoria, and Forelle. You sit among them. Lestia dried your hair while the others entertained you with stories. It did not take long for you to adapt with them, you can easily understand their jokes and idioms and you buckled in laughter. Typical Naboo girl talk.

“What kind of man do you prefer, Lady [y/n]?” Forelle asked casually.

You were taken aback by the question but not offended, of course. The cogs in your mind cranked and slowly started running as you begin to think of the right words.

“Do you like a boy with hair as red as fire?” Lestia teased as she smoothed your hair.

You stifled a laugh and bit your lip. Perina gasped like a teenager, wagging her finger at you while she covers her other hand with her open mouth.

“Milady is blushing!”

The girls giggled as you blushed, you have never had this kind of giddy because you have spent most of your childhood playing rough with your fellow Padawans—hitting each other with dummy sabers in the courtyard and all. That was a whole other definition of giddy.

“I think Milady has someone in mind already.” Lestia winked at you. Of course she knew.

Mitoria had begun styling your hair, her slender fingers navigated their way through your [hair color] locks with great ease and expertise, the most elaborate of styles do not faze her.

Perina had a skill with the face. You are her living canvas—the fine bristles of her brush glide on your skin, leaving streaks and spots of powder and colors in all the right places, and for her finishing touch: painting your lip in the shade of a juvenile rose.

“See? Very beautiful.” Perina smiled.

Lestia stood up, “It’s time for Milady’s garments.”

The girls shuffled in excitement. Mitoria covered your eyes from behind, Lestia opened the closet and handed a case to Forelle. As for Lestia, she tenderly cradled your dress with both hands supporting the top and bottom portions to see the full length.

“Go on, let Lady [y/n] see.”

You opened your eyes and you were utterly mesmerized.

“Oh!” You swooned. “It’s so beautiful.”

“One more thing, milady.” Forelle added, she opened the case that she had been holding, and before you was an array of jewelry, complete from head to toe. Your hand hovered over the case, pointing on the particular accessories that tickled your fancy, and the ladies put it on you.

“There, you’re ready.” Lestia said with great pride.

Cere, Greez, and Cal were summoned to the ballroom. You were summoned to join your sister in her ingress, your parents were also there. You all had a little reunion—you hugged, you and your sister clasped each other’s hands before the ingress starts, and your Queen Sister marched with two of her handmaidens in the front.

“I hope you have interesting stories for me.” she whispered to you.

“I have just the thing.” you smugly say.

“Queen of the Naboo,” a voice announced. “And her beloved sister, Lady [y/n] of the Naboo.”

The mere mention of your name drew in Cal’s attention alone.

Behold the stars and their gold dust resting on your hair as loose locks spilled over your shoulders. The fabric of your dress was the fragile ice on the mountains of Zeffo, sweeping off the marble floor with your every step. The moon shone over your heart, strung around your neck as if you were its guardian saint.

You find Cal in the crowd. You smiled at him, both to acknowledge his presence and that you’ve never seen him all dashing.

“Wow.” Cal muttered under his breath.

Cere saw the boy stricken and smitten. She smirked and continued to watch the Queen and her family’s ingress.

The Queen gave a brief speech, goblet in hand, and concluding it with a wish for a happy night and a joyous celebration for everyone in the ballroom tonight. There was a dance, you and your father joined in; he was so happy that his little princess had come to visit home. You last saw him a middle-aged yet strong man, now his hair had greyed and his beard grown but his joints still haven’t stiffened.

“You know, keep looking on until some other guy steals her.” Greez groans.

“Greez,” Cere hissed.

“What? All I’m saying to the kid is ask her for a dance before someone else does!”

After your dance with your father, you finally met with Cal who seems to be behaving bashfully.

“Hi, guys.” You greeted, still in bliss from the dance with your father.

“[y/n], you’re looking very pretty tonight,” Cere compliments.

“Thanks, you guys look good too!”

“Well, we have the Queen to thank for that.” she winked.

At the corner of your eye, you notice that Cal has been staring at you, unsure what to say or what to do—even though he greatly considered Greez’s suggestion, albeit put terribly so.

“[y/n]…”

“Yes?”

“Will you have this dance with me?”

He offers his hand to you with hopeful eyes.

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Cal Kestis x Reader fic

Prompt: Meditation

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You put down the Bogling and let it go back to its burrow. You turn to face Cal across the water.

“I can help you, if you like. I was about to meditate myself.”

“I’d like that very much, Cal.”

He leaps across the gap with ease, landing in a kneeling position in front of you, and quickly seats himself with legs crossed over one another.

“Look, I’ve noticed…” he trailed off. “That you’ve been struggling. Struggling to reconnect, to heal, and to feel again. It was the same for me, especially in Bracca, I almost lost myself there—who I truly am, a Jedi—because like you, my connection with the Force is scarred.”

He licks his lips, finding the right words to continue.

“I don’t know where to focus my thoughts on. Do I remember Master Tapal when he was alive—before the Purge? My childhood in the Jedi Temple with you—our laughter, our energy as kids? I honestly don’t know why I couldn’t go back to those feelings, until I met Cere and Greez, and then Merrin… and finally you. It’s like finding a missing piece to a puzzle.”

He shuffles closer to you.

“If you could… just have a little faith in me, I could help you. The same way these people did. Will you trust me, [y/n]?”

There was a silenced pause after he asked you. You saw the light glistened over his pure green eyes, the yearning kind of light, you felt his genuine desire to help you—because the darkness that you’re in is a familiar place to him.

You nodded and it was returned with a smile from him. Both of you positioned yourselves for meditation and he took the lead.

“Okay, just relax when you reach out. Try to empty your mind of memories and thoughts; listen to only the things around you.”

You only hear sounds at first. The dripping water from the limestone ceiling, the shifting earth from the Boglings burrowing, and the ripple that expands when the drop hits the water surface.

“Good. Baby steps. Now, what do you see?”

Images then flash in your head and then behind your closed eyelids. It started with the islet that you’re sitting on, gradually it grew to the rock walls of the cave you’re in, and then the whole planet. Due to your thrill of seeing the planet from a bird’s eye view through the Force, you lose your focus.

“Now, I get it,” Cal said. “It’s like you’re rushing into it. You know, like, impatient to see the bigger picture.”

“If you put it that way.” You agreed.

“I think I know how to help you now.” He extended his hands in front of you, palms open, inviting yours. “Give me your hands.”

You placed both of your hands on top of his, you never realized your hands were so small in comparison.

“Just have a little faith. Now, close your eyes.”

You did as you were told and then you felt something touch your forehead. It was his forehead. His red fringes have loosed from their place and tickled your brows as both of you meditated. Then, there it was. The feeling that you have been trying so hard to reach.

A warm feeling that makes you feel safe, one that makes you release all tension in your body. You saw yourself walking in a path of grass, leading to someplace that you haven’t figured out yet. The trance almost felt like an eternity, until you finally latched onto the very connection to the Force that you have been yearning for ever since you tried to heal.

“I saw it. I felt it!” You exclaimed with glee after going back to your conscious self in a jolt.

Cal shot back a smile at you, he was proud of you, he was so glad that he was able to help you.

“How did you do it?”

“Like I said, I healed along the way. I just figured that, maybe, you could heal in the same way as I did—even for just a bit.”

 “Thank you, Cal. It really meant a lot.”

You tenderly embrace him as a gesture of thanks—you slipped your hands under his arms and put them on over his back. Your chin rests on his shoulder and you felt his fingers run through your hair.

“We’ll get through this, [y/n]. I’ll always be there to help. Neither of us are gonna be alone ever again.” He promised, hugging you back tightly.

You bit your lip as you fought back a single tear welling up in your eye. You love this new family of yours that you never want to remember the feeling of being alone.

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#4 (Final) of Hath Heart Love Till Now

Cal Kestis x Reader

Last part of the longest imagine fic I have ever written so far! I really appreciate you all stopping to read and like my stuff. It means a lot to me, it keeps me keeping on writing.

Hope you enjoy! :)

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You smiled and willingly took his hand, his heart fluttered. Both of you walked to the dance floor, joining the others.

He placed his hand on your bare back which made you subtly flinch, you position your hand on his shoulder, and his free hand slid across your arm until it found yours.

“Trust me.” He whispered to you.

The music began. You know this dance, it was elegant as it was bold. In the bliss of the moment, you were trapped in each other’s gazes, gracing the dance floor as your skirt flew when he lifted you in the air, his grip firm and secure around your waist. Your heart raced but you kept your rhythm intact. The look in his eyes, on you, was fierce yet tender as the glint in his eyes suggested.

“Where did you learn to dance like this?”

“I have my ways.” He coyly smiled.

Cal gently twirled you by the arm until you leaned against him. He was quick with the opportunity of sneaking a kiss on your neck when you were still in position. Your Queen Sister definitely saw that and she smirked to herself as she watched you. You can hear your ladies-in-waiting giggling in hushed voices somewhere in the background as they watched you.

“Look at you, all dashing and prim.” You commented.

“I guess it was the bath.” He joked.

In the climax of the song, the males lifts their ladies by the thigh with one hand and their back in the other, and then a gentle full spin; in doing so, this move afforded you and Cal to be much closer to one another and the tips of your noses playfully touch.

The step that follows after this is where the ladies lean back to the floor while their men hold them on the back. Your hair spilled down, nearly touching the floor, Cal’s hand cradled your back and gently pulled you back in close to him.

“Impressive.” You smiled as soon as you’ve latched onto him after pulling you up.

You return to the starting position and continue the waltz from there with more twirls. When the music ascended to its vigor and then an abrupt stop of the instrumental, the dance is concluded with the dancers facing the Queen.

The audience, the Queen and her entourage applauded. She fixed her eyes on you and Cal, she subtly extended her clapping hands and directed it to you, giving you a reassuring smile while raising her glass to you.

The night goes on, everyone is enjoying the festivities and it was the perfect camouflage. You take Cal by the hand and whispered to his ear.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

You two sneak out of the ballroom through an unguarded door that was supposedly for palace staff. You lift up your skirt to remove your heels and ran barefoot. You two race through the vast, empty hallways until the music from the ballroom is out of earshot. You went through a door that led to the kitchen; the chef didn’t recognize you as you bolted through the way.

“Hey, you’re not allowed in ‘ere!” the head chef shouted, not recognizing you or at least not caring to.

“Sorry! Sorry!” You apologize in a rush, still bolting through to find a way out.

“Come on!” Cal exclaimed in excitement.

Finally escaping the kitchen, you find yourself in another hall that you raced in. Hand in hand, you and Cal confuse your huffed laughter with struggling breaths—but none of those mattered, you were in a state of high with him. It’s the perfect night.

This must be the happy night that your sister was talking about earlier in her opening speech—it was for you and Cal.

You two ended up in a large balcony whose banister is draped with vined flowers, you overlook the waterfalls at the far reach of the city, illuminated by the palace lights and the moon.

“This one of your favorite places too?” Cal huffed.

“Actually, the crazy part is that this is my first time in this part of the palace!”

“Really? Well, you and me both.”

You two stopped to catch your breath, you walked over to the banister and saw the great waterfalls beyond. A streak of moonlight paints the rippling water until the mist at the drop.

“Oh wow,” you sighed in awe of the waterfalls at night. “Would you look at that.”

Cal approached you from behind, combing your hair with his fingers until his hands found your back, the knuckles and the tips of his fingers danced on your back, and nuzzling his cheek on your hair while he latches his arms around your waist. Planting kisses on your head, cheek, neck, and shoulder from time to time.

“Don’t you miss this kind of life?” he blurted, his warm breath blowing on the curve of your shoulder.

“Not really, but it feels nice every once in a while.”

“Do you regret it?”

You gently shake your head, “I gave up a life etched on marble and gold for a life of adventure. Entered the Jedi Temple as no one with nothing but the clothes on my back, and then meeting you. I’d do it all over again in every chance I get—it’s worth it.”

“Hmm.” Cal purred.

He embraces you, pressing himself onto you as his warmth blankets you when you’re barely covered on the top. You tilt your head slightly up where the back of your head rested on his chest. His free hand wandered to your chest until his hand cuffed the base of your neck, rendering you trapped in his grasp, nibbling your neck and earlobe.

You softly laugh, biting your lip; you slowly turn around and got yourself locking lips with Cal, his hand lightly grasps your jaw and while his fingers softly claw on your scalp. He gingerly prods his tongue into your mouth while you rake his hair with your fingernails, heightening the intensity.

Slowly, you pull away but he follows up with another soft peck on your lips. He rests his forehead on your forehead. His heartbeat pounded through his shirt that you feel it under your fingers; he encases you in his arms, pulling you ever closer. He brushes your hair behind your ear.

“How are you enjoying your evening… Milady?” he said in a hushed tone, but a playful one.

You smirk, “Beyond delighted.”

Empty walls heard your sweet nothings as the moon shining over your heads is your witness. You two made and shared a bed out of a long couch by the balcony, lying next to each other’s side, connected by hands clasped with the other, counting the stars, tracing constellations, and telling memories as stories while the crashing waves of the lake lulled you both to sleep.

[capricornus-rex]

#2 of Hath Heart Love Till Now

Cal Kestis x Reader

I hope you enjoy this fic! This has been in my mind all day now, I just had to write it :)

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Read Part 1 here | Read Part 3 here

The Queen seems to have arranged an entire large suite for the three of them. There were three large beds in the room, but the space between them were just as wide as the holotable room, lounge, and galley of the Mantis combined.

“I hope we don’t stay too long because I could get used to this!” Greez exclaimed, relishing in the foreign softness that he has never experienced, except the sofa in the Mantis.

Cere chuckled, “And I thought regality wasn’t really your thing, Captain. You’re more a raggedy type to me.”

“Hey, I got guilty pleasures! And this is one of ‘em!”

Meanwhile the two enjoy their accommodations, Cal sat down on his bed, unconsciously leaning back and sinking into the massive pillow that nearly covered his upper body—he was observing the room: silk drapes that glimmered in the light, satin blankets that softly ran down one’s skin no matter how coarse, and cotton pillows that nearly sucked in the person if they pressed themselves harder into it. None of Mantis crew was accustomed to this kind of luxury and comfort.

“[y/n]’s sister is queen here?”

“Yes, the queens appointed here are election-based, not by lineage.” Cere explains. “And they primarily run as one within two years. A queen can choose to run again for another two years, but her second reign shall be her last and a new one has to step in.”

He nodded, understanding her explanation.

“Didn’t one of the servants say that the party starts in a few hours?”

“In the evening, yes.”

“Okay, I’ll be back.” Cal abruptly stood up from bed and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“For a walk.”

He left the room and let himself explore the palace. It felt strange to him, almost like he was in another ancient Zeffo tomb with the vast and hollow spaces; he tried his best not to stand out, avoiding crowds and eye contact when he afforded it. BD-1 shied away from the eyes of the locals too, folding into a flat square whenever Cal would pass by someone.

BD-1 beeped something to Cal.

“Yeah, me too, buddy. The last grand place I went to was the Temple.”

“Bee-boop?”

“The Jedi Temple,” he clarified.

Cal wandered on and on, he eventually stumbled upon a garden dotted with butterflies. Colors mingling with one another atop a green bed of grass and bushes. He nestled one flower between his fingers and out of habit, BD-1’s scanners lighted on the flower then he gave a happy trill.

“Yeah? I’ll give it a look later.”

BD-1 happily beeps back.

Over the bushes was a small pond, he sees you kneeling by the shore. You poke through the water with a stick and push away the lily pads from the edge of the water. From behind, you hear Cal approaching you as the belt rings on his vest clinked as he walked.

“This was—ironically—the most peaceful place in the palace,” you tell him while staring at the fish swimming away at the slightest movement. “I would go here while my father would debate for peace reforms when he was ambassador.”

You close your eyes, remembering the time you went with your father, and you laughed at the fact that the debate for peace reforms was so loud.

“And by God, was the argument loud as hell.” you added, chuckling.

“You never told me about this part of your life, [y/n].”

“You never asked,” you simply said. “There’s nothing much to tell about anyway.”

“Why not?”

You sighed, mustering up the words on how you’d put it.

“I wasn’t here for a long time.” you say while shaking your head, avoiding Cal’s gaze. “Master found me and took me in as her Padawan.”

There was a silence between the two of you.

“So,” you shifted where you sat. “How are you liking your quarters so far?”

“Well, too soft for my taste. Greez said he could get used to it if we stay any longer.”

You both laugh. You didn’t mind the eyes that you were drawing in from the sound of your laughter, the adults just went on their merry ways when they saw you two hanging out in the garden. Cal had so many questions about you—the parts of you that he never knew. Indeed, he knew you were from Naboo, but both of you were just children—position and status never mattered to you—what was more important to you at that time if you had enough time for games after training or if you could wander to the gardens before your mealtimes.

“So, is the Queen your older or younger sister?”

“Older. There’s only two of us. But I wasn’t too surprised when I found she was queen—she always had it in her.”

“Would you have run for queen if you had the chance?”

Your crinkled your nose and shake your head, “Nah.”

You finally met his gaze and his fiery red hair burned in the setting sun. Then he lifts his hand to your face, softly running the back of his hand over your cheek and to your jaw.

“I think you would make a beautiful queen of Naboo.”

You held his hand, absorbing the warmth to your cheek, you plant a kiss on his palm.

“I never would have met you if I stayed here.”

Cal’s gaze trailed to your lips, slowly closes in on you, eyelids dropped when the gap between you shrunk; your lips slightly part, the tip of your upper lip brushes against his own until…

“Milady! Milady (y/n)! We must return to your chambers to prepare.”

You bit your lip and swallowed. You exhaled through your nose—a grunt of exasperation disguised as a stifled chuckle.

You teased him with a bitten smile and breathed the words, “I have to go.”

You stood up and walked to your lady-in-waiting. Cal watched you as you disappeared from his sight; he turns back around in front of the pond, his fingers patted his upper lip, retracing where your lip touched. He sighed and propped himself on his elbows while staring at the water.

[capricornus-rex]

The Pull of the Dark

Cal Kestis x Reader

Another one. This is probably the longest oneshot I’ve made after that other story set during a ball in Naboo. I had fun writing this though, in fact too much because I went beyond with the word count.

Hope you would still enjoy this! :) I’m going to make a masterlist soon if I’ve made enough.

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You feel yourself shifting back to reality. You open your eyes and look around. Seated by your side is Cal, who welcomes you back with a smile.

“One more go?” He said invitingly.

“Sure.”

You both resume meditation position, it took a few minutes for you to reach out and step in subconsciously. Even in your motionless seat, something troubled you that it caused your eyebrows to furrow.

You had a feeling: warmth, softness, and then finally cool winds.

You began to see: the grass, the life around the planet, until… 

Something felt cold, lifeless, and artificial.

The abrupt change caused your eyes to shoot open. Something doesn’t feel right. Cal is not by your side anymore.

“Cal?”

No response, except for the echo of your voice saying his name.

I don’t think he went back to the ship. You tell yourself.

You navigate your way from the subterranean refuge to the surface, hopping from one rock top to another until you got to the rock column where the ship is; to your surprise, instead of finding the ship, you ended up at the mesa—but the Binog is absent from its nest.

“I swear I went the right way,” you reassured yourself.

No use in crying over it, then. Might as well take the opportunity to explore this part while the Binog is nowhere to be seen. You’re not surprised that it’s like any other plateau in the planet until something interesting caught your attention.

A crater, no bigger than the hole traps that lead straight down to Oggdo Bogdo’s den.

You knelt by the rim and saw that very little sunlight poured through it—despite the size of the mouth. You pick up a small rock, raised it in mid-height and released it from your fingers.

It was silent for a few seconds, estimated to be at least 15 seconds, until the rock’s impact to the surface sounded—albeit not too faint, not loud either—and you wagered it’d be just a six-foot drop, if you land on the right spot.

You search for vines or rocks that could serve as footholds and handholds to climb down on. You positioned yourself to climb down, so far so good. It has been a few meters from the mouth now, you just have to pace yourself and levy your weight just right to avoid the vines from snapping.

Snap!

A vine that you were holding on to snapped apart! You exclaimed and fell to the unknown abyss. Your back stung from the impact of hitting the water’s surface. The cold pricked and nipped at your pores, you kick and flail underwater but the water felt magnetized, pulling you ever deeper.

“Relax, young Padawan. Impatience can dull your mind and focus.”

Master, was that you? Master, where are you?!

You swerve around in the water. The voice sounded clear despite being heard underwater. You search for your late master’s voice or face, but nothing can be seen through the blur of the midnight-blue water.

You stopped panicking and propelled yourself upwards for air. You swam to the surface and pulled yourself up from the water. The cold from the water and the chill of the wind did a number on you as you trembled and twitched; struggling to relax and let the warmth set in, you thought it was best to walk it off.

[capricornus-rex]

Pull of the Dark (3)

Read the first here and the second here.

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I hope you’re enjoying this as it goes along. :)

3 of ?

Thank you, next.

Your stance faltered as you were confused about how your lightsaber came to be. You pushed away Trilla and then, perhaps with all your anger, you strike her down, killing her instantly with a giant slash across her torso.

Her body made a heavy thud on the metal floor, followed by the clatter of her saber; you rushed to your master, shaking her on the shoulders, and when she finally hoists her head up to look at you in the eye, she bared her teeth on her mutilated face.

“My blood, her blood… his blood, are all on your hands, child!” she hissed.

You shake your head, “No, I saved you!”

“Save me? Save me!? You would have been a better loss than I!”

You were so horrified with her words and face that you didn’t speak further.

“And yet I received none of it, especially from you!! Not only were you a failure, but useless too! Your death would have gone unnoticed with the others, but I received their shots! Well, don’t just stand there, SAY SOMETHING!!!”

“NO, YOU’RE WRONG!!”

“Yes,” she hissed, prolonging the S. When she opened her mouth to speak again, her voice has distorted into a menacing baritone. “I see that anger in you. A perfect trait for an Inquisitor. You would have replaced the one you’ve slain very well.”

“NOOOO!!!”

You jolted up, your scream shook the entire chamber while your mutilated master remained kneeling, not removing you from her sight for a second; the pipes hissed and spat out smoke, the hollow metal of the entire room clanged, and the lights flickered ceaselessly until one by one of them short circuited and died out.

“[y/n]...!!” A faint voice called your name.

You continued to shout out all of your anger and regret. The destruction isn’t stopping any time soon.

“[y/n], come on!” the voice continued.

Under the crumbling roof of the chamber, you ran away from the scene. Far away from the eyes of the distorted ghost of your dead master. A strong force from across the chamber sucked you in, it almost felt like warping through hyperspace.

“[y/n]! [y/n], come on, stay with me here!” the voice became clearer and louder.

“No!” you gasped as you opened your eyes.

You looked around and saw that you were still in Bogano, with Cal.

Your last shout echoed and startled the lizards, causing them to scamper away on the walls and slip into the cracks to hide.

[capricornus-rex]

Would you write trilla with a girlfriend??🤧🖤

This is my very first time to write an F/F pairing but it sure was fun delving into what could possibly be Trilla’s hidden soft side! I tried my best in making it good, so I hope you enjoy the fic, Anon!

“Can’t Keep The Doctor Away”

Trilla Suduri x Female OC

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Cal walks out of sight.

The smirk curling on Trilla’s face melted, and she allowed herself to wince in private.

She exited the chamber via another route in the tomb and fished out her comlink. She takes a deep breath, the cut on her side stung, and she winced before hitting the button to speak.

“I require a transport. I’m in the tomb chamber,” she huffed through the comms.

“Copy that, a light transport is en route to your location, Second Sister,” a Stormtrooper replied.

Trilla puts back the comlink in her pocket. The wounds are stinging and getting worse by the second; some of the numbers that Cal Kestis did on her was the scratch on her side and stomach—and she was bleeding fast.

“He’s good I’ll give him that—if he were still a fifteen-year-old!” Trilla snarled under her breath.

She let out all the curses for Cal Kestis that ran in her mind after their scuffle. For every second Trilla strained herself to walk briskly, the more she bled.

“No…!” she gasped when she stumbled when the pain has taken its toll. “Curses!”

The sound of the transport’s engine was getting louder and closer, she put up her deadpan and intimidating façade whilst concealing the pain. She made sure that her cape covers up the torn portion of her suit as she entered the ship.

“Bring me back to the command ship. Looks like I’m paying the good doctor a visit,”

“Yessir,”

The pilot cranks the steering wheel and speeds out of the tomb via the oculus on its high roof. The ship saw the light of day in the planet. Trilla peers through the windshield of her shuttle and saw that she has full view of everything: the Auger pulverizers, the gargantuan statue of the Zeffo Sage that led to its tomb, and the cascading waterfalls down below the cliffs.

The ship went off-planet in less than five minutes, boarded and then landed in the command ship’s main hangar. Unable to keep up the tough act, Trilla exited the ship with haste and darting past the Stormtroopers that suddenly stiffened in their positions as she passed.

Trilla marched through the hallways briskly—she knew this command ship better than the back of her hand—and found herself in front of the door of the medical bay. She slammed the button on the control panel, the door threw itself open, and as soon as she stepped foot inside, Trilla met with the doctor—a young woman with a head full of platinum hair, eyes as bluer than the ocean of Kamino, and an ivory-smooth complexion that nearly blended into the white lights and walls of the medical bay.

“Doctor Voryn…”

Doctor Karina Voryn, the head physician of the medical bay in the Inquisitor’s command ship, one of the best medical practitioners to ever serve the Empire. She has known the Second Sister for quite some time, although Trilla herself was not a regular customer in Doctor Voryn’s med bay—she was more of a regular visitor.

The doctor realized the situation the moment Trilla caught herself on the operating table as her legs turned to jelly.

“Sec—?”

“Doctor…” Trilla gasped again.

The door behind them slammed shut and Doctor Voryn caught Trilla before she completely collapses. The Second Sister unclipped the cape from her pauldrons and the doctor propped her up on the gurney and quickly studied her person.

“Trilla!”

Doctor Voryn saw the bleeding from the torn garment on the Second Sister’s suit on her side, as well as the stomach injury. She put her hands on her waist while intently looking at Trilla.

When Trilla met the doctor’s eyes and saw the expression plastered all over her face, she rolled her eyes and gestured to her wounds.

“That Jedi kid again, Trils?”

“Did you forget how to do your job, Karina? And I told you: do not call me ‘Trils’ unless we’re alone!”

Karina surveyed her medical bay in a child-like manner—with lips puckered out and her eyes expressively moving from wall to wall—and then threw her arms up.

“Um, we are alone—duh?”

“One of these days, I’m really going to put a sock on you, Doctor,”

“Of course, you will, Trils,” Doctor Voryn clapped back as she playfully side-eyes the Second Sister while keeping a careful eye on the dose of painkiller in a syringe.

Trilla sighed in defeat and the doctor threw her hands in surrender. Trilla obediently unbuttons the top of her suit and revealed the raw flesh wound to the doctor. Karina could have sworn she saw Trilla blushing even under that blinding operating light hanging over the gurney.

“Looks like the kid back there did quite the number on you,”

“I almost had him if it weren’t for that tiny droid!”

Trilla groans in pain when she strained herself while cursing both Cal and BD-1. Karina gently pushes her down until her back is against the bed and continues to swab Bacta gel on the Second Sister; she would also check the other wounds she has sustained from previous skirmishes—the last one being the blaster fire from Cere that she barely dodged back in Bracca. Karina knows that Trilla doesn’t like to be reminded of her mistakes—it makes her more irritable, except it doesn’t scare the doctor at all.

As a matter of fact, Doctor Voryn has made it her pastime to tease the Second Sister—something unthinkable to anyone else’s mind. The Second Sister once accused her of being a bit of a loony for thinking so, to which Karina simply shrugged off as a compliment, but the Inquisitor cannot deny the doctor’s skill.

“I don’t know how many times you pulled your flashy stunts but it sure did strain your wound. A few more do-overs of the same stunt and you’ve practically gutted yourself open,” the doctor bantered as she started applying the strip of Bacta on the wound.

“I came here for treatment, not a lecture!”

“Hey, just letting you know of my diagnosis, honey,”

The cut on Trilla’s side was actually quite deep that Doctor Voryn had to add some extra steps in her usual procedure. She was precise with where to wipe and dab, but it put a great deal of pain on the Second Sister that the doctor allowed her patient to grab her arm while doing her work.

In moments like these, Trilla was simply Trilla. In the medical bay, she had the greatest luxury to cry, wince, or groan in pain and Karina Voryn will not pour an ounce of judgement, not because she was a doctor and that her first instinct is to be compassionate—but because she knew and understood Trilla’s pain, whether physical or emotional, Karina also knew that she just needed someone to talk to that might make her feel better in some way. Over time, the medical bay was Trilla’s safe place—besides her personal bedchambers—and for once, since she entered the Inquisitorius, Karina was someone she considered quite special.

Next, the doctor treated the injury on the stomach and redid the bandaging on the shoulder graze. From time to time, Trilla would steal glances on the doctor, examining her face as she goes about her work—strands of her hair almost look transparent in the light, then specks of that light would twinkle over the blue of her eyes, and that porcelain skin would have won so many hearts and it probably has, she just doesn’t acknowledge it.

The nerves on the Second Sister’s wrist twitches as she contemplates and struggles whether to reach for Karina’s face and brush the strip of hair that has fell out of place.

“There,” Doctor Voryn cooed, “All patched up. Get some rest—two days tops—and no wandering back into that planet or that tomb. Doctor’s orders,”

She put firmness into her latter words; all Trilla could do is nod, and then roll her eyes away from Karina’s gaze. Meanwhile, the doctor kept a playful smile painted on her face until the Second Sister’s eyes shift from the doctor’s eyes and then some other part of the medical bay just to conceal her bashfulness.

“Ugh…” Trilla scoffed and finally caved. “Thank you, Doctor.”

“Hey, it wouldn’t kill you to be nice to the best physician in the fleet,”

“You’re the only physician in this fleet. My fleet,”

Trilla slowly inches closer to the doctor until the space between them was a thin line, Karina softly puts her fingers over the Second Sister’s lips, smirking as her eyes tenderly gazed into Trilla’s golden irises.

“Not here—not now,” Karina whispered.

“Why not?”

“It’s not professional,”

“When did that ever stop you?”

Karina’s smirk grew, her eyes quickly shifted to her left and then back to Trilla.

“And the medical droid just standing at the corner has a surveillance function in its lens that can record anything it sees within 168 hours—that’s a whole seven days in case you’re wondering,”

“Okay, that might stop me… for now,”

Trilla hopped down from the gurney and buttoned up her suit, preparing herself to leave; Karina snatched away the folded cape in Trilla’s clutches and pulled her in for a quick peck on her lips, completely catching her off guard.

“And the medical droid?”

“That was a bluff, I thought you'd see through that," Karina smugly and proudly muttered.

“I’ll see you later,” Trilla steals back her cape from Karina’s hands and clips it on her pauldrons.

“You should come here without bleeding yourself to death for a change!” the doctor says as she watched Trilla walk up the door.

The Second Sister pushes the button and the door slides open, she turned around for one last look at Karina and repaid her statement with a smug look in her face.

“Yeah well, nothing I do seems to be making me stay away from you these days, so, I’ll try not to,” Trilla winked and a flirtatious smile curled up on her face before hiding it underneath her helmet upon exiting the medical bay.

As soon as the door sealed itself shut once the Second Sister has gone, Karina smiled to herself as her heart went aflutter.