》 summary: tbb episode 8 fix-it featuring a force-user reader who used to be a jedi. reader is a part of tbb and in a relationship with hunter, but the squad–nor hunter–knows that reader is a force-user. (disclaimer: all of this was written before episode 9 was released! see a/n for an explanation ^_^)(another disclaimer: if you want just the hunter x reader comfort, please let me know and i’ll finish it up and post it!)
Sooo, I was actually trying to work on the request with the sarcastic reader, but somehow the story took a life of its own. Buuut, I kinda like the result, so I want to share it with you anyway. I will get to the request once sarcastic muse hits!
So have instead a reader that uses sarcasm, flirtation and wit as a shield, but Cal sees right through it. Let’s just say, reader is having some trouble witht that and cuteness ensues.
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Witty, sarcastic, snarky and flirtatious. Those were the words most would use to describe you and you were fine with it. The quips and dry jokes were your shield. You last defense after being betrayed one time too often.
You could easily joke with people, because that meant you could leave serious topics aside and drown your fear. Your “What are you afraid of? As if these guys can even shoot properly” during battle was the perfect cover for trying to suppress the memory of this type of weapons being aimed at you and your master.
Flirting was another great tactic to keep people emotionally at arm’s length. Because as long as you flirted, nobody asked anything deeper. Your heart was safe as long as everything remained superficial. And for the longest time, that had worked great.
Until you met Cal Kestis.
Despite everything you tried, he was worming his way through your defenses one smile and kind gesture at a time.
He laughed at your sarcastic quips during battle, when you mocked your enemies, but always asked if you were alright afterward.
He accepted the nicknames you were throwing his way, but always gave you that special smile that had your heart skip a beat whenever you did call him by his name.
He got angry when you flirted with some random guy, constantly stepping in and taking over the conversation himself and he always had a comeback for whatever witty comment you offered.
It was frustrating, to say the least.
You had been betrayed by your soldiers. You had been betrayed by the person who had initially offered you shelter and protection. And you had been betrayed by a man you thought had loved you. You were done trusting.
But how could you not trust Cal? How could you not fall in love when he proved every day that he was different?
“Why are you like this?”, you exploded one evening, the frustration breaking through, while you sat over a game of sabacc together in the Mantis. The two glasses of alcohol you’ve had probably weren’t helping.
“Like what?”, Cal asked, visibly taken aback.
“Like… you.”
Your less than clear answer earned you a raised brow.
“I have no clue what you mean.”
A frustrated huff escaped your lips and you leaned back on the couch, the game forgotten for a moment.
You gave him a sarcastic look at that. “Clearly not enough.”
Cal leaned back himself, wondering where this was all coming from.
“You are making it so bloody hard, you know?”, you continued. “To not fall in love with you.”
You had tacked on the explanation before he could ask about it and the words had both of you go absolutely still. Only the humming of the engine was heard, as the Mantis rushed through hyperspace.
“You are in love with me?”, the red-haired Jedi was the first to speak hesitantly.
“No… Yes… I…” You sighed. “I didn’t want to fall in love again. I didn’t want to trust again. Why do you think I kept calling you Starboy instead of your name for the first few weeks? I thought you’d just leave anyway.”
“But I didn’t leave.”
“No, somehow you didn’t. And you always laughed at my stupid dry jokes.”
“I didn’t think they were stupid.”
“And you were never put off by my sarcasm somehow.”
“I think it’s actually endearing.”
“And that’s the problem, Cal! You are perfect. For me… and I… I’m not ready to have my heart pulled out, quartered, fried and served in pieces again.”
You were on the brink of something here, Cal sensed it and he chose his next words with care. “And you think I would do that to you?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, as he stared at you.
Seconds ticked by until you breathed a simple: “No.”
Slowly, Cal shifted closer to you on the couch, but didn’t dare reach out.
“You are special to me, Y/N. I would rather face Vader again than hurt you like you have been hurt before.”
Wait, what? He sounded as if he knew, even though you had never revealed the betrayals that plagued your heart. He seemed to read your expression just right, because he rubbed his neck, almost a little embarrassed all of a sudden.
“Psychometry… I can’t always control it. I saw things… when I cleaned away some of your clothes.”
“When?”
“Shortly after we’ve met.”
You were left stunned. He had always known and he had never treated you with pity or tried to offer support where it wasn’t asked for. He had just been himself around you.
“What now?”, he asked after another silence, unsure where you stood at this point.
“You kiss me, Starboy. That’s what.”
He did. There would be time to continue this strangely deep talk later.
A/N: I also agree that the song is so freaking cute, hopefully this lives up to it!
Y/N found there was nothing easier than letting herself fall madly in love with Cal Kestis, and it was a beautiful thing he fell just as madly for her.
For a year and a half, they had skirted around each other, letting eyes meet for too long, late night conversations leading to falling asleep beside each other, hands lingering until they intertwined.
And now Y/N got to watch him breath beside her, lulling her into the most peace she had ever felt. He was her piece of heaven in this hell of a universe, the one thing that kept her grounded. She would do anything to stand beside him until the day she died.
She brushed that one pesky piece of hair out of his face. His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled at her.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said softly.
She grinned at him. “Morning.”
He pulled her close to him, burying his face in the crook of her neck, arm tight around her waist. “I love you, you know?”
She chuckled. “I know. You should just marry me already.”
“I was going to get around to it, I just don’t have a ring yet.”
She leaned her forehead against his. “Cal, I’d marry you with a paper ring, you know that right? You don’t have to do anything but be as wonderful as you are right now.”
He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Then I’ll get us some paper rings and we’ll be married by tonight.”
Summary: You and Cal are kidnapped by the Haxion Brood Bounty Hunters. After fighting your way out, the encounter makes you realize how much you really care about eachother on more than just a friendship level. Fluff
You first encountered the Mantis crew on Kashyyyk, where you helped fight for the freedom of the Wookiees. You remembered watching the AT-AT in awe as it broke through enemy barricades and leveled their defenses in your favor. You admired the bravery of the pilot and were shocked to find it to not only be someone your age, but a Jedi.
You thought they were all gone, but there one stood just feet away from you. There was something incredibly inspiring knowing the Jedi and the hope they represented was still around and you wanted to be part of that message. Not only did you feel the need to help their cause, you also wanted to help them in return.
Since then they have accepted you into the crew and you have gotten along with everyone on board. Even Greeze, who you were not sure you could ever sway, had accepted you into the team. They were the reason you were allowed on board and were now pacing around the Mantis.
“Ugh! I need to stretch my legs or something.” You complained to Greeze as you impatiently waited for the young Jedi to return to the ship.
You blamed your impatience on feeling cooped up on the ship, but you were really just worried about Cal. Sure he was a skilled fighter and a Jedi, but that did not mean he could do everything on his own.
“Then go for a walk. This is Zeffo not Dathomir.” He replied mindlessly as he focused on fixing his ship. If it was not for him being distracted and in need of some peace and quiet, you don’t think he would encourage wandering off. Still you took up his offer before he could take it back and took your first steps on the new planet.
✧ Genre: fluff, a little angst from fighting, lots of action, & cute protective cal :)
✧ Word count: 2.4k
✧ Warnings: Normal star wars stuff, ex: killing stormtroopers
↬ fem! reader
✧ Summary: Taken and trapped in an Imperial base on the planet Kashyyyk, you’re hopes are low. They’re even lower the more you think about how long it’s been since you’ve seen any Jedi…
Synopsis - after order 66, you hid as a Mandalorian bounty hunter. You thought Cal hadn't survived, but you're proven wrong when you come face to face with him.
Cal wrapped his poncho a little tighter around his shoulders as he focused back on his work. His mind had wandered off to his past again, and the cold breeze brought him back to harsh reality.
Continuing to get the scraps from the old x-wing that had just arrived, he moved the bag he used to collect the scraps in another position, so he could get a better angle to remove some pieces that were in a tricky spot.
Once he was happy with how much he had collected, Cal wiped his hands on his pants before closing the bag, sighing as he shouldered it and carried it away.
He dropped it in the storage room, wiping his face with his hands before heading towards the make shift rest room. He found a few others of the scrappers, including Prauf that was sipping on a glass of water.
Cal let himself melt onto the makeshift bench, closing his eyes as he rested his head against the wall.
I got a lovely request from @christinaatyourservice92 for a Cal Kestis x reader story. So here we go :D
You are a shy cartographer with a love for art, having travelled with Cal and the Mantis crew for quite a while now. Your feelings for the red-haired Jedi are a secret you have kept tightly, just as the little collection of sketches you have of him. Well, time for some secrets to be revealed.
(If you also wanna send me requests and prompts, please do! I’m always happy to read them!)
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You all had different reasons for being part of the crew, but what brought you all together, made you a family almost, was the shared hope for a better future. You were all fighting an overly powerful enemy for a slither of a chance to live a normal life, each in your own way.
To be fair, Cal was doing most of the fighting. You weren’t a bad shot, but your talents lay elsewhere. You wanted to map out all the planets of the Outer-Rim, especially those the Empire had not completely overrun yet. Until then, you also put your talents to good use to forge maps for the rebel alliance, highlighting safe routes and the locations of enemy bases on the various planets the Mantis crew visited. A small job, some would argue, but nevertheless vital.
Four years had passed since you literally ran into Cal Kestis on Nar Shadaa, both of you trying to outrun some Stormtroopers, albeit for different offenses. Your knowledge of the intricate underground tunnels of the capital city had saved both your lives and the Jedi had offered you a place on the Mantis without hesitation in gratitude. Apparently, the ship’s doors were open to anyone willing to help.
After living and working alone for almost all your life, being part of a crew was difficult to get used to. Especially since you weren’t exactly an extrovert. Lucky for you, most of the crew wasn’t either. Cere always respected your privacy, almost as if sensing when you needed to retreat and Merrin herself seemed to prefer solitude a lot of times. Greeze was often trying to get you to loosen up with varying degrees of success, but even he never pushed too far.
And then there was Cal. Friendly, gentle and understanding Cal Kestis. He did his best to make you feel at home, testing the waters with each careful word and gesture. Especially at the beginning, he was fumbling with words as much as you were. But unlike you, he had grown more confident in the last few years. You were still a blushing mess when he spoke in that special low tone of his or placed a hand on your shoulder.
Not because you were still nervous… but because the Jedi had managed to work himself into your heart. You admired him for his optimism and drive, shared his hopes for a better future, and trusted him completely. And you were pining for him. Badly. So much so that even Merrin remarked on it one evening, asking why you didn’t say anything.
But you couldn’t. You knew little of the Jedi Order, having grown up in a very rural setting on a Mid-Rim planet, but you did know that love was forbidden for its members. Cal was still following the old lifestyle in many ways and you just assumed he would turn you down because of it.
So months went by and you soaked up every kind word and gesture, as if they were water in a desert, trying to convince yourself that it was enough. Eventually, you found another way to wrangle your emotions back into place: drawing.
Although your cartography skills were almost unmatched, you also had a talent for sketching. Landscapes, creatures and even people filled the pages of the small notebook that was constantly attached to your belt. Recently, however, your fingers automatically traced the features of only one person over and over again.
The new notebook you had started was full of Cal Kestis only. Pensive looking, determined, calm and smiling. You tried to catch every expression possible, burning it into your memory to then bring it back to life on the slightly yellow paper. It was your secret. Or at least had been… until now.
You had landed on a desert planet in the Outer-Rim to refuel and the crew had split up for provisions. Cere accompanied Greeze to find a spare part for the Mantis and replenish your food rations, while Merrin decided to explore the area. It left Cal and you alone on the ship with the task of cleaning up a bit.
“Why do we always get cleaning duty?”, the Jedi grumbled, as he collected the dishes from your last meal off the table, bringing them over to you at the sink.
“Maybe because we are good at it?”, you offered, unable to think of anything cleverer to say.
Cal raised an eyebrow at you, standing so close that your shoulders were touching. “I think you highly overestimate us.”, he replied with a tiny smile.
While you took care of the dishes, Cal busied himself with picking up the various items flying all over the living room area. At least five people shared this space and it showed. Somewhere in the back, you could hear BD-1 and Kip beeping merrily, making you wonder what the droids were up to.
“Y/N?”
The call of your name had you turn, ready to ask what was up, but when you saw Cal with your notebook – your OPEN notebook – you almost dropped the plate you had been holding. He was flicking through the pages, eyes wide in wonder.
Your entire face went hot, the color probably matching the red of his hair, as you watched in horror. Nobody was ever supposed to see these sketches. HE was never supposed to see them.
Stars, he was going to hate you. Or think you some sort of creep. Either way, things would never be the same between you.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to… I was cleaning the table and it fell down.”, he excused himself, obviously noticing your discomfort.
“N-no… I… it’s fine…”, you began to stutter. “I should be the one to say sorry…. Sorry.”
The Jedi raised an eyebrow at you again, coming closer, but still holding the notebook in his hands. “Why? These are good. Certainly better than the Wanted bulletins of me.”
His humor never failed to make you smile, even now, but still. There was a tight knot in your stomach and all you wanted was to grab the notebook and run. Silence fell, as you were unable to find anything to say.
Cal saw the clear discomfort in your eyes, the blush on your cheeks and the nervous fumbling of your hands. Usually, your shy demeanor was cute. Endearing even. But at this very moment, it made him feel guilty for having brought you into this situation.
“Here.”, he said, holding your sketchbook out to you. “Next time you draw a new one, can I see it?”
Your eyes snapped to his, taking in the intense green. How could he be so perfect? Didn’t he know how hard it was to stop falling for him more and more? Was it even possible to love him more than you already did?
“Y-yes… sure…”, you said slowly, reaching for the item, fingers brushing against Cal’s in the process.
“I am honored that you pick me as your model.”, he continued. “Though I am not sure how I deserve the privilege.”
“You’re fascinating.”, you blurt before you can stop yourself. Oh stars, what have you done? Cal’s asking you silently to elaborate, while your fumbling hands are turning your sketchbook round and round, as you try to hold the man’s gaze.
“Your face… it’s handsome… and it reflects so many emotions in different ways. Your jaw clenches when you are concentrating. And your lip twitches upwards ever so slightly when you have a good hand while playing cards. And…” As if a dam had broken, you kept going on and on, revealing more tiny details that nobody but you had probably noticed.
“I-I… I just wanted to memorize them all.”
Cal was overwhelmed, but not in a bad way. People usually saw the Jedi in him. The survivor. The traitor if you asked on the other side. But you… you saw him. Every detail of him, inside and out. He saw you too, even though you preferred to blend into the shadows. You were quiet, but your actions spoke volumes. You were shy, often fumbling with words and he saw much of his younger self in that. Most of all, you were warm. Not in the physical sense, but emotionally. Your presence settled around him like a blanket, offering comfort and calmness. No matter how hard a fight had been, with you close, Cal could always ground himself again.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
“For what?”, you asked, confused. This wasn’t the reaction you had anticipated after your awkward monologue.
“For being you. For seeing me…as me.” He had stepped even closer, barely leaving any distance between you now. Your hands suddenly stilled and you looked down to see why. He had grasped them in his, holding them gently, but firmly.
Slowly, your gaze wandered back to his face, being rewarded with an expression you had not seen before. His eyes were locked to you, as if searching for something. He looked both hesitant and determined and you noticed his lips parting and closing several times, as if he tried and failed to find the right thing to say.
“Listen, Y/N…”, he finally did begin, his grip around your hands tightening ever so slightly. “I have been thinking…” Again a pause, trying to sort himself. “The Order is gone… and while I respect Cere’s mission to rebuild it… I am not sure if I can be a part of it anymore…”
Where was he going with this? And why tell you?
“So much has happened… I don’t think I can call myself Jedi anymore.”
Your lips parted to protest, but you didn’t get a chance to even begin, as Cal continued.
“A lot of the Order’s rules don’t feel right anymore… I… I think I know what I want now.”
Slowly, one of his hands came up, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. “I’ve been thinking a lot… about you.”
This confession sucked the air right out your lungs and you felt your heart clench in the best way possible. Was this really happening? Had you heard correctly? Or was this a dream and you’d find yourself waking up in the cabin you shared with Merrin?
No, the feeling of your hand in his and the soft brush of his fingers against your cheek was real.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same… But after seeing the sketchbook…”
“I love you.”, you blurted right between whatever kind of confession he was trying to get out. The words had tumbled out without your permission and instantly you lowered your head to hide the blush that had certainly intensified a thousandfold.
Seconds ticked by and you wondered if the admission of your feelings had been too much. Fingers under your chin turned your face upward again. You were hesitant to look at him, but he didn’t leave you the chance anyway. Instead, Cal leaned down, pressing his lips against yours.
Slowly, and gently at first. Again, testing the waters with you and going only as far as you were comfortable. It was the sweetest sensation you had ever felt. The sketchbook fell to the ground again, as your hands came to grasp his blue vest instead, while his arms pulled you closer against his form.
How long did you stand there, lips locking over and over again, finally giving way to the longing you had both felt?
“I love you too…”, Cal finally voiced what the kiss had already made perfectly clear. You would remember that look in his eyes forever. So full of love and happiness. The next moment you got, you’d have to immortalize it in your little sketchbook again.
“That’s… That’s not what I expected.”, you admitted shyly.
“I didn’t see it coming either… but life has a funny way of taking unexpected turns… And I am glad to follow this new path with you. If you will have me.”
Of course, you would have him! And to prove it you rose to your toes again for another kiss, absolutely ready for a new kind of territory to chart together with him.
