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↣ pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader (OC) ↣ genre: rivals to lovers (sort of?), dramedy, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slowburn, idiots to lovers ↣ rating: +18 ↣ total word count: 91k ↣ warnings: depictions of violence, injuries, military inaccuracies, smut (masturbation, grinding), minor character death (mentions), slight sexism (will update as the story goes on) ↣ listen to the playlist here
Simon Riley had always been a man in control of himself. He'd mastered his mind, his body, and his temper, all to become the perfect killing machine. Analytic, emotionless, efficient. The perfect soldier. Nothing could ever stop him. Nothing could ever tame him. So why the fuck was the new Lieutenant able to make him lose every ounce of control in his body without trying?
Michaela Duarte swore to the heavens that she wouldn't make the same mistake again. She buried herself in her work, shoving her feelings, her past, into a neat little box nestled deep inside her heart, out of reach, so that no one could hurt her ever again. So she could endure. So she could survive. So why the hell was Lieutenant Riley so good at breaching the walls she'd so carefully put up?
𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾: 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇
one. guns akimbo ↳ the one where you're rescued.
two. paperwork ↳ staring contest no. 1.
three. the staring ↳ the one where simon stinks, stares, and scans.
four. tequila ↳ alejandro invites the 141 for some drinks in his office.
five. melatonin ↳ you help kyle stretch at the gym, then you head home.
six. protein shakes ↳ back in hereford, the 141 returns to their routines.
seven. shorts ↳ you wear short shorts to the gym.
eight. the dip ↳ it's game night. while the guys are playing uno, you decide to make an artichoke dip.
nine. do you yield? ↳ a week after the dip incident, simon offers to spar.
𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈: 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌
ten. if the shoe fits ↳ lines start to blur the moment you set foot in azerbaijan.
eleven. the long way around ↳ frustrated, you try to get along with simon during recon.
twelve. bigger fish to fry ↳ things aren't what they seem during the raid on the factory.
thirteen. headaches ↳ the morning after the raid.
fourteen. caring makes you blind ↳ with your temper rattled by the bathroom accident, things go wrong during the raid on the lab.
fifteen. one thousand paper cranes ↳ after the mission, simon patches you up.
sixteen. the cockroach ↳ confessions, late night talks, and coffee in the morning.
seventeen. vantage point ↳ desperate, you intercept valeria's convoy in georgia, but things rarely go the way you want them to.
eighteen. toxins ↳ you try to make a risky play for the sarin.
nineteen. the bane of my existence ↳ after the mission, you reach the airstrip.
𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾: 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾
twenty. bed rest ↳ med leave keeps you restless. ten days after the mission, you make too many pancakes.
twenty-one. the pub ↳ the 141 celebrates your recovery by heading out to a pub.
twenty-two. indulgence ↳ desperate and frustrated, simon goes on a run to clear his head, but soon finds out that his growing obsession runs deeper than he imagined.
twenty-three. weakness ↳ you and simon give sparring another try.
twenty-four. punishment ↳ try as you might, the sins just don't wash away.
twenty-five. denial is a river ↳ your body keeps betraying you.
twenty-six. playing matchmaker ↳ something's wrong between you and simon, and john intends to find out one way or another.
crossposted on AO3.
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ghost nervously trying to tell soap he’s gay: i don’t like women.
soap, a feminist with six sisters: …excuse me?
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Imagine...
MC lending Ominis her favorite book. Because she always carries it around and she dropped her perfume bottle on it once, it smells just like her.
One sleepless night...

...Ominis takes a whiff of the book. He's so entranced by your smell, he "shamefully" gets off on smelling it more.
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mc: i like sebastian, thoughts?
ominis: and prayers, girl what
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Tairn, Andarna and Violet - Fourth Wing
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Violet and Tairn - Fourth Wing
Artist: @kaylahardyart
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Tairn and Violet - Fourth Wing
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MC can never top for long but at least she tried 🤷♀️💞
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If you are TheLastOneOut, the author of The Death Wish on AO3...
...I want to tell you that I absolutely, ABSOLUTELY, adoreADOREadoreADOOOOORE your fic. I am head over heels in love. I consider it as canon at this point. Honestly, at this point, I'm just gonna go ahead and consider it canon. I mean, why not, right? Every time I see a new chapter update from you, it's like a mini holiday for me. The anticipation, the excitement, and then the pure joy when I finally read it - you've got the magic (pun 100% intended) touch, and you always make it so worth the wait.
Being in a "side-fandom" like Hogwarts Legacy is to the entire Harry Potter fandom as a whole can be a rollercoaster, especially when it's tethered to a colossal franchise like Harry Potter. But creators like you? You're the ones making it an incredible experience. The Hogwarts Legacy fandom feels like home, and it's largely because of dedicated authors like you pouring your heart and soul into these stories.
Now, about your fic - can we just talk about how it hits all the right notes for me? The poly pairing with the MC (even though nothing is confirmed yet given where the story's at), the brilliant do-over concept, a living Miriam and Fig?????? – it's like you looked into my dream fic and brought it to life. And your writing style? Chef's kiss. Utter perfection. What else can I say apart from me giving you my heart and soul and my right kidney?
I am not sure if you have a Tumblr account, but if you do, and if you see this: keep doing what you're doing because you have at least one very devoted fan right here. Cheers!
Sincerely, always_drarry on AO3 @sallowgauntsupremacy on Tumblr to add: here is the fic, for anyone interested!
I seriously, SERIOUSLY, recommend this fic. It is ongoing but there's already a lot of chapters to tide us over until the next update. Please, PLEASE GIVE IT A CHANCE. You'll love it, please. They deserve all the love in the world for giving us such a magnificent piece.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45745015
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sorry sebastian, you technically got what you asked for 😴😴 ((based on a scene from the newest chap of my fanfic, which you can read here!))
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MC comforting seb, bc that boi needs a hug 😔💖💖 ((from the newest chap of my fic, which you can read here!))
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Nightcall (Part 2)
Cal Kestis x Jedi!Reader
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.
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"This might sound weird but, would you like to grab a drink after?" Your question seemed to take him aback a little, but he quickly cleared his throat and answered.
"I finish in um.." he looked up to the makeshift clock he remembered having to fix the day before "An hour?"
"Perfect. Leaves me time to-" you looked at the man you were holding by the arms, not wanting to say ‘yeah this gives me time to put this guy under carbonite and store him in my ship’
"Nevermind. I saw there was a bar not far from here? Would there be alright?"
"Yeah it's not bad." He shrugged.
"Alright, well I'll see you in an hour."
"See ya." He looked at your figure disappear back into the maze of hallways.
Cal didn't understand one bit of what had just happened, but an hour later and he stood in front of the bar in question, watching as you walked up to him.
After a short and almost awkward greeting, you sat at a table for two.
You weren't even surprised when Cal ordered blue milk. It had always been his favorite, even back then. Somehow in the few minutes that you had seen him he almost hadn't changed one bit. You recognized the guy you left and thought was dead after the purge.
"So how did you come to work as a scrapper?"
"It's um, a very long story." You nodded. You knew he wouldn't open up so easily, especially when he didn't know who was behind the helmet.
You kept sensing how he was on his toes - trying to figure out if you had a bounty on him or some other twisted reason you wanted to grab a drink with him.
A new silence fell upon the two of you. You somehow couldn't stop staring at him and you were scared that he caught up on that. You didn't know how he would react to you, especially since you were all dressed in your Mando armor.
When the waitress came by you thanked her, and to Cal's surprise you didn’t remove your helmet when you brought the drink to your lips. You simply loosened the edge by pressing a button on the side, it revealed a little of your skin as you leaned to drink.
All he could see from you was the color of your skin - which wasn’t enough for his curiosity.
"You never take off your helmet?"
"No."
"Why?"
"This is the way." You replied, dropping your cup back down and fully facing Cal again.
"Mandalorian religion is pretty strict huh?"
"Yes. But I am greatful." You smiled a little under the helmet. "The purge left me a foundling." That was more information than you had ever told anyone, but once again Cal knew more about you then anyone else. He knew who you were under the mask, even if he didn't know it yet. He was probably only the third or fourth person alive in the entire galaxy who knew your face.
"I'm sorry but what is this?" Cal asked out of no where, making you blink. "Do you have a bounty on me or something?"
You shook your head, of course this was weird.
"No- I um- You seemed like someone nice. I don't have many friends around the galaxy. Mostly enemies." You stuttered out.
"Oh." That seemed to weird him out even more, and create even more tension in between the two of you.
"I'm sorry - maybe I shouldn't have asked to grab a drink so suddenly." You dropped the cup, ready to pay, stand up and leave.
"No- no it's alright." He awkwardly shuffled on his chair again and cleared his throat. "I um- I don't get to see Mandalorians often."
"I get that."
To your surprise, conversation flowed like a waterfall after that. It truly was like you had never separated, as if you had always kept in touch and the Empire hadn't brutally separated you.
You were giggling as you walked Cal back to his job. The tension had fully disappeared and your mind was quick to think of a way to talk to him somewhere private - somewhere where you could tell him who you truly were, and fix what had been broken.
"Hey um-" Before you could speak up, Cal spoke his thoughts. "Do you think we could see each other again? I mean, I don't have many friends either." He jumped a bit on his heels and made a full stop as he was in front of his work place.
"Are you free tomorrow?" you smirked under your helmet.
"Yeah - I finished at 7"
"I'll come at 7 then." You smiled.
"Good. I can introduce you to Prauf and we can take the train down to my favorite part of the city." He smiled, a certain joy in his voice you had missed hearing so much.
"That would be amazing"
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Cal hadn't expected to reveal his Jedi secret to Prauf the next day. But one thing led to another and he had to save the poor guy's life. Tension had taken over his shoulders and seeing your bright Mandalorian armor was somehow the only thing keeping him from exploding in stress.
He didn't know how or why, but somehow seeing you suddenly fixed every single one of his problems.
But he quickly shook his head and tried to tone down the happiness of meeting you again. He didn't know who you were behind that shiny helmet - and he still didn't fully trust you.
But why did he feel so comfortable around you?
He didn't have much time to dwell on these feelings because you were quick to bring his mind onto another subject. Making small talk on the train accompanied by Prauf who often chimed in.
What you didn't expect was the train to get controlled.
4 storm troopers made you evacuate the wagon, and Cal felt his entire body stiffen.
But so did you.
You tried to think of every way they could have found you, or maybe they were here for Cal, or maybe there was another lost Jedi in the train with you. You weren't sure who they were searching for, but you didn't like the fact that their commander got out of her ship, inspecting every person in your wagon.
Next to you, Cal was blaming himself for having used the force hours prior.
The rain was pouring down and you were grateful for your armor. Your lightsaber felt hot agains't your hip. It was hidden by a multitude of clothe layers.
What you didn't expect was Prauf speaking up, your stare frantically shifting to Cal who was reaching for his own saber.
All you remember was screaming when she ran her lightsaber through Prauf. Cal was quick to fight back - and you didn't have a choice.
You pulled your saber out just like Cal had done seconds prior, and the fight had started.
The shock on Cal's face when the two purple blades lit up the space was enough to distract him for a second - but you were quick to knock out the man that had taken a hold on him.
Of course they had seemed happy about the fact that they were about to catch not one, but two Jedi's. But you and Cal knew better.
And that's how the fight started - you both fought and climbed as the train kept moving and storm troopers kept coming for you -trying to find a way to escape alive.
Cal was confused and raging at the same time. How someone dared to take and use your light saber was outrageous. It didn't even cross his mind that it could be you under there, because you were gone.
You had been ripped away from him and now someone dared to take your weapon and use it.
All he could think about was how it should have been buried along with you. It was your lightsaber, and yours only. He never thought he would ever see it again - especially not in the hands of a Mandalorian bounty hunter.
And that's all that clouded his mind, even when the both of you were saved Cere and Greeze.
You rolled onto the ship, pressure dropping away from your shoulders as you watched the ship's door close back and create a wall between you and the swarm of storm troopers that wanted nothing more but your heads on spikes.
You wobbled yourself to stand - taking a long and needed breath as you tried to process what had happened.
Your eyes fell on Cal who was taking his spirits back as well. You quickly scanned for wounds but he seemed fine.
What you didn't expect was him pounding at you the second he was up.
Cal didn't waste a minute to shove you agains't a wall "Where did you get this!?" Anger was filled every bit of him "Where did you get this light saber?" Your head spun for a second, but you quickly blinked the shock away.
"I think you know where." Your words weighted in the space around you. Cere and Greeze didn't understand one bit of what was happening, watching the scene with wide eyes.
Cal dropped his hold on you and took a step back, question filling his pretty traits.
With a shaky breath you took all your courage. Slowly placing your hands towards your helmet and pressing a side button. It made a release noise until it was fully loose - making you able to remove it.
Your hair fell all over the place when you did. Cal didn't understand right until you opened your eyes to meet his.
It took him a second but when it did everything clicked in place.
It was you.
you.
Y/n.
"Y/n."
It was your eyes, your beautiful hair color, and all those traits Cal liked so much about you.
Your hair style was different, but it suited you just as well. He frowned when he noticed the battle scar across your eye and a few other small marks that came with order 66 and the life you were following.
The way you looked as a child melted into the way you looked now and Cal had no doubt that it was you.
His childhood best friend was standing right in front of him.
He didn't even have to time to register it that you both crashed into a comforting hug. You were both tearing up, comfort filling every bit of you.
"How?" He sniffed onto your shoulder.
"It's a long story."
"I have all the time in the world when it comes to you"
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cost of attachment || c. kestis

summary: It's been years since you've seen your friend, Cal Kestis. His return causes you to question if leaving the fight is worth his company as well as wonder if you were ever meant to be more. You stumble on what might be the answer to both of your struggles. What is worth more, the fight or a chance of companionship?
notes: My first kestis fic! I’ve been playing jedi: survivor slowly cause i don’t want to finish it! I'm hoping to make this a short series.
tags: Cal Kestis x Fem!reader, jedi: survivor storyline (first 3 hrs of gameplay), angsty flashback, fluff, use of y/n and made up name (kinda like fulcrum for ahsoka), greez plays matchmaker, slow burn (wc: 5k+)

“I can’t keep doing this, Cal. I’m tired.” you cried, a hand going from your hip to gently touch your temple as a headache threatened to appear.
It’s been a long day of trying to convince your fellow jedi that it was time.
Time to let go of the fight.
“We can’t give up…” Cal slowly reached to where you stood and cautiously placed a hand on your arm. He said your name so soft, so gentle, as if he was afraid it would crumble if said louder. “If we don’t keep fighting, who will?”
You looked up at your best friend who you’ve fought along side with for the past 3 years. As two former padawans, you ventured throughout the galaxy hoping to restore the jedi order. The mantis crew was stronger than ever. But even warriors get tired. Now, you wanted nothing more than to forget it all.
Forget the Empire. Forget the purge. Forget the Order.
Except you couldn’t forget. That was a word used in the heat of the moment. All you really wanted was peace. But peace was costly and now it seems it might cost the closest thing you’ve had to an attachment. Someone you loved.
Cal Kestis was far from giving up. His determination drawing to be his weakness.
“No matter what we do. The Empire won’t stop. I can’t keep doing this.”
“So you’re leaving.” He stated softly.
“I don’t have to. We can move forward together. Find a planet on the outer rim, far away from Imperials, maybe Greez can finally open his saloon.” You try to lighten the mood, going to grab Cal’s hand in reassurance. Before you can, he pulls away.
“How can you think that when there are millions of life forms dying at the hands of the Empire? If we stop, who will be there for them?” His passion blinded him. Guided by anger, trauma, and unadmittedly, fear. He had the mind of a seasoned warrior, not that of a young man.
“There are others, Cal. We’ve done our part. We can trust that the rebellion will carry on. You’ve gone your whole life surrounded by war. Don’t you think it’s time to take a breath? Rest? Like actually rest not just meditating and hoping that does the trick before your next excursion.” Your words fell short to the jedi in front of you as he turned around, facing the mantis.
“I can’t stop.” He said, quietly. It only took a few steps before he was at the ramp as he headed back into the ship.
Your training as a jedi helped you in assessing your emotions and not reacting by them. Right now, you wanted to beg Cal to listen to you, to run away, to start a new life. You wanted to grab his hand and admit the feelings you’ve had for him since the day you met back on Bogana.
But you didn’t.
“Then I cannot go with you.” You said, earning a quick turn of the jedi’s head.
He looked at you with a sudden force of emotions. You continued to stand still against the coruscant hanger platform with a straight face. This time he was not afraid to speak your name allowed. He didn’t know how to feel. You really were serious.
“What does this mean then?” He asked, holding back from finishing the question with, for us?
“I have fought my whole life, Cal. It’s time I learn to live. There will always be war. There will always be suffering. If you choose to continue and fight, we must go our separate ways.” You say firmly.
There was a long silence between the two of you. Both scared to be the first one to leave, never losing eye contact.
“Cal, Y/N, we gotta go. I just got a message from Gerrera. We’re needed on- oh…” Greez scrambled out of the mantis. He was hit with a wall of tension created between the two of you. “I, uh, we gotta go, kids.”
“She’s not coming.” Cal said, his green eyes still locked on you. You were the first to look away, giving a knowing look toward Greez. He knew where your mind was at. He was nothing but proud of your decision and that it was only a matter of time before you left the mantis crew. He saw your bag that held what little you possessed and nodded.
“Right… uh, Cal. Let’s go.” He said, giving you a frown. You looked back up at Cal and swore you could feel his pain. It was enough to almost make you change your mind but you swallowed down the guilt and stood a little higher as Greez led Cal back into the Mantis.
“Please rest soon, Cal. You are worth more than the fight.” You gave a final word catching a glimpse of a nod from the jedi before the doors of the Mantis closed.

It has been 3 years since you’ve last seen Cal Kestis. He couldn’t escape your mind though. He has made a name for himself in the galaxy, known as the Empires most wanted. He still couldn’t put down the fight.
As for you, traveling the galaxy was top priority. Sure you’ve had your fair share of planet excursions but they were always on a mission. You never had time to explore the markets and learn of the different cultures. You wanted to learn shryiiwook on the planet of Kashyyyk while being led through the trees by wookies. You wanted to get a taste of luxury provided by the locals of coruscant. You wanted to taste the fruit you saw on Aplooine since the one time you visited, you were too focused on not getting blasted by Imps.
Leaving the mantis allowed you to do just that.
You kept your lightsaber and remained connected in the force. Of course, you still went out of your way to defend helpless people when your conscious forced you to along the way. But never to the point of recognition or turning the ears of the Empire.
New hair, new wardrobe, new name. Only those who knew you prior would even think to call you by your true name.
Though you left, your contact with Cere, Merrin and Greez never ceased.
Cere resided on Jedha, finding a more discreet way of rebelling against the Empire; recollecting the Jedi Archives. Merrin occasionally helping while also fulfilling her own wishes of exploring the galaxy. Sometimes you’d join her on more discreet expeditions.
Greez fulfilled his wish of opening the Pyloon’s Saloon. This was where resided when you weren’t traveling.
Koboh was a beautiful planet filled with many life forms. As a temporary resident of Rambler’s Reach Outpost, you grew close to the other locals and it became the closest thing you’ve had to home outside of the Jedi Temple and the Mantis. You brought back collectibles from all over the galaxy for Doma Dendra. You’d Nekko-back with Mosey throughout the ruins of Koboh. Even Turgle became tolerable.
Now, you were hours away from your next planned adventure to Cantonica. There, your friend Pamiil awaited you, excited to show you around Canto Bight and the other exciting things the planet had to offer.
You just came back from a day’s trip to the far side of Koboh with Mosey, bringing back shards and new information about recent Imperial activity. Your plan was to trade the shards with Doma for a few appropriate attire for the casino planet and pack your bags before leaving that night.
“Thanks, Doma. Hopefully these help me blend in until Pamiil can fit me into one of those dresses that stops my circulation by the end of the night.” You shrugged as you balanced the clothing in your arms.
“Of course, Corde. Safe travels.” The Waluna shop owner called out, a lighthearted laugh following your comment. You smiled at her calling you by your chosen name. Corde; your late master’s name.
You wondered if Master Corde Orum was proud of you. Would she have approved of your decision to step away from the war? Would she have wanted you to keep fighting until you ended up like her? No, you wouldn’t let yourself ponder on such thoughts.
You carried you new clothing back to your small living place, adding it along with the other materials you packed for the trip. Only the essentials and whatever else you could fit into a small pack. The order taught you how to live a minimalist life and that continued to show through your current way of living. Your space only consisted of a bed, a fresher, a small kitchenette, and a hidden compartment where proof of your former life laid.
It was routine to check in on Greez before you left so you made your way toward the saloon with your pack and a few gifts you collected for the Latero.
When you stepped in, you noticed it was buzzing with noise. The place usually only inhabited two or three locals at a time but it was almost as if the entire outpost decided to have a drink at this hour. You caught Mosey at the first table.
“What’s got everyone in a celebrating mood?” You asked.
“I don’t know. Something about ‘down with the raiders’” she said, taking a sip of her drink. “I heard Turgle talking about someone saving him from Rayvis and now they think we’ll get rid of them for good.”
“Hmmm” you said, concern laced in your voice. “Where’s Greez? He’ll know more.”
“Saw him go back into the kitchen a few minutes ago. Let me know what you find out.”
You said hi to Monk before passing through the kitchen doors to find Greez talking through his comms to someone.
“Hey Greez. What’s going on?”
“Oh hey. Rayvis made a visit while you were gone and caused a whole scene.” He laughed nervously. “With Turgle involved, you know how the town gets.”
“Yeah but I heard-“
“My memory is as bad as an Oggdo. I was meaning to bring some of those baskets down to my living quarters and forgot them back in the saloon. Would you be helpful and grab them for me? I’ll take your bags and go down to make a spot for the baskets.” He flashed a smile and held out two arms directing you back out to the saloon. “Thank you!” he sung with a smile too big to dismiss your suspicions.
With a sigh, you turned around to grab the baskets he was asking for. Sure you had somewhere to be, but you could never say no to Greez when he asked for favors. Especially after how many times he saved your life.
Retrieving the baskets, you made your way down to the living quarters. You depended on the force to guide you as the tower of baskets blocked your view.
“Hey Greez, you really need to start cleaning up the place when I’m gone.” You started, setting down the baskets in a corner and turning back around to find the Latero. “I can’t always be the one who-“
You were caught off guard by the person accompanying Greez.
He had fiery red hair and faded scars ran along his nose and neck along with the freckles that painted his skin. Unkempt facial hair hid the scar on his jaw and gave him a more mature look. His hair was grown out in the back and cut on the sides, shaping his face better than his former style. This was all accompanied by sunken green eyes proving he has not slept in days. As he recognized you, his stature became more defined. BD peered from jedi, head tilted in curiosity before little beeps signifying he knew who you were.
Cal Kestis.
Of course he was the talk of the town. Cal was the most wanted man in the galaxy. Here he was in front of you wearing a stupid smile before shaking his head and managing a more serious look.
“Kestis.” You said, not daring to move from your place.
“L/N.” He replied, taking a step toward you. Your reflexes made you take a step back.
“It’s Corde nowadays.” You stated.
“Corde.” he smiled as he realized the significance of the name.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, it was unclear whether you were happy to see him or not. You couldn’t decide yourself. He must have thought you’d go running into his arms or something as he stood there baffled at your tone.
Shouldn’t he be mad at you? You were the first to abandon him. Last time you saw him, the stinger mantis doors were closing as his eyes burned into yours. Surely he didn’t forget that.
“I should ask the same.” he responded, causing you to cross your arms.
“I was about to leave to Cantonica before Greez decided to play a game of unite the jedis.” You said, peering over at the Latero who clearly wasn’t expecting this. His holofilms made him believe this would be the reunion of a lifetime.
“Would you look at that, Corde! It’s Cal Kestis. Your best friend from the good ole days!” He moved closer to the two of you as he pressed on with his match making agenda.
“I see that. He still hasn’t answered my question.” You said, looking back at Cal.
This act of yours was hard to keep up but it was crucial to not let those hindered feelings for your old friend come back. Who knew how long he would be here. Sure you left him but it was bound to happen since the rest of the crew decided to go off on their own too. It was too much to unpack those feelings again.
“The mantis took a bit of damage after our last mission. I came to find the one person who knew the mantis better than anyone for repair.”
Like you suspected. This was a favor. Once the mantis was fixed, he would be gone again.
You shook the thoughts that managed to creep in and looked at Greez to see where he stood with this.
���I said I would help, Corde. Do you think you can help too?” In response to your immediate grimace, he continued, “For old time sake.”
“If it helps, Greez already saved you of a lecture.” Cal smirked. You couldn’t help but return a soft smile.
“Fine. Only because I owe you.” You said, giving Cal a knowing look. Something to repay the way you hurt him that day. Maybe you even owed it to yourself for not saying more. For losing the chance to say how you really felt about him.
“Alright,” Greez huffed before walking over to his wardrobe. “I wanna show you both something.”
With a press of a button, his circular wardrobe rotated to reveal a hidden passageway. The sounds of the machinery moving echoed into the new cave-like hall, signifying just how spacious it really was. You couldn’t but let out a sound of awe as you peered through. It’s been what- two years since you’ve lived here and you’re just now learning about this?
“This is a smuggler’s tunnel. It came with the cantina.”
BD jumped off Cal’s back and pattered over to the entrance and let out his own beeps of curiosity.
“Now you go ahead and look. I keep a lot of spare parts down there. I’m sure you’ll be able to find whatever you need to get the mantis up and running. Besides, it will be more helpful having two sets of hands.” The double meaning was enough to lighten the mood of the room.
“Alright, Greez. We got it. Pamiil will be fine a few more hours.”You laughed, checking to see if you still had your blaster in case of emergency. Carrying around your lightsaber was too dangerous now. It remained in the small box in your flat.
“Thanks. I appreciate all this.” Kestis acknowledged you both. You responded with a nod.
“Cal, can I tell you one thing?” The latero asked. “It’s really good seeing you again.” You smiled, Greez wasn’t someone to wear his emotions on his many sleeves. He had a soft spot for Cal. You couldn’t blame him though, it seemed you did too.
“Yeah, you too.” He responded. “Both of you.” He looked back at you with a sense of vulnerability.
“Yeah…” You trailed, breaking off eye contact between you two. Cal gestured to let you go first and you gladly took it, walking past him.
“And Greez, I’ll think about what you said.” You heard Cal say from behind. You were curious to just what Greez was lecturing Cal about.
“Hey, uh-“ Greez called out, making you and Cal look back over to him. He pondered for a second before simply saying, “Watch your step down there, be careful. I definitely have a pest problem.”
“It’s not me you have to worry about.” You called out, earning a snicker from Greez. Back when the pair of you would go on missions, that became a catch phrase and always ended with you both coming back to the mantis with some wild near-death story. It’s surprising you haven’t given Greez a heart attack… yet.
It was silent besides the echoes of your footsteps and the occasional beeps from BD when he wanted to scan something new. After a few minutes of following the trail marked with circular arches, you came across a green force field blocking you from going any farther. Before you could say anything, a bogling appeared and attempted to go through, resulting in being zapped. The creature fell back with a sad noise.
“Poor fella…” You knelt down to give the bogling a scratch behind its ears as Cal examined the energy field. The bogling leaned into your hand and purred.
“There’s no way through this.” Cal stated. You pushed off your knees to stand back up and look around the tunnel for another way around.
“Look, through there. There’s an opening. Think we can squeeze?” You asked. Cal raised his lightsaber up in the air to illuminate the opening.
“We can manage.” He shrugs, earning a smile from you. Maker… you missed him.
You pushed through the passage first, using the blue saber’s light as your guide. On the other side laid broken foundations and a small stream that puddled from a waterfall. Just how big was this tunnel, you thought. As Cal made his way through you both headed for another opening that came from the other side of this cave, behind the walls.
“How long have you lived here on Koboh?” The Jedi asked.
“I don’t consider myself a resident really. It’s more of a base camp between traveling. To keep an eye on Greez.” You say, climbing up one of the statures.
“You were never one for settling.” Cal called out from behind you. You smiled.
“Neither were you. Guess it’s a Jedi thing.” You say.
“Where have you travelled?” He asked. You performed an old wall jump across one of the broken passage ways and turned around to watch Cal catch up. As he landed, the structure between the two of you broke off, causing Cal to jump once again over to where you were at.
“Cal!” You yelled out, running to grab him. You held onto his arm as if his life depended on it. He was fine, honestly more than fine seeing how much you cared about him. A smirk painted his face as he said, “Careful… Nobody’s used these tunnels for a long time now.” You let go of him and turned back around to keep going. Really, you. needed to hide how red your face suddenly appeared.
As you turned around the corner, you found the energy field showing that you made it to the other side. Piles of supplies and crates laid around the cave.
“Just how much junk has Greez been hiding around here?” You asked mindlessly.
“Leave it to him to take another person’s junk and… add more junk.” Cal added.
As you went through the stuff to find the replacements Cal needed, he asked his question again. “Where have you travelled to… Corde?” He asked.
“You don’t have to call me that,” You said quietly, “there’s too much history between us.”
He said your name quietly, treating it as if it was fragile. He was known to do this. Honestly, he was always one to hold the things you cared about closely. Your name, your past, your lightsaber… Your future. It’s why he never asked the questions that lingered in his heads. The ones pertaining the relationship you share, why you really left years ago, why he couldn’t get your name out of his head late in sleepless nights.
Hearing your name from him once again made you feel warm inside. A feeling you were scared to meddle with once again.
“I went back to Kashyyyk recently.” You smiled. Looking up from a crate you were examining, you found Cal staring at you with a blank stare and smile. “What?” You whispered. He shook his head.
“How was it? Did you see Choyyssyk?”
“I did. He’s doing well. He led me through the Origin Tree again, now that it’s been recovered. It was beautiful to see when I wasn’t fighting an inquisitor.” You laughed yet Cal’s face made it clear that comment stung somehow. You continued, “And he even taught me a bit of shryiiwook.”
“Now that- I need to hear.” Cal laughed.
“I can’t speak it,” you laugh along with him. “I wouldn’t have a voice if I tried. I just now know when they’re making fun of you.” Throwing a gadget that you think could be of some use his way, you peered over to more gear around the corner and spotted the gyro module. “Is this what you were looking for?”
Cal follows your gaze and finds the gyro. He nods, “yeah, that’s it.” BD beeped, almost in a way to remind you he’s still there. You were still rusty on binary as you always use to let Cal translate for you. Cal understood what he said however and looked at him with a frown. “I know buddy but we have to keep going.”
You didn’t dare ask for a translation, the conversation obviously hinting toward you. Of course you missed the little droid and his red-headed companion.
Following Cal, you pondered on the idea of seeing him again after this. That maybe this wouldn’t be a one-and-done kind of situation. Maybe Cal would see how beautiful Koboh was and finally understand what you meant by settling down and leaving the fight.
These five years have changed you. They’ve always changed Cal. Neither of you, though, was willing to back down from your mindset. You left the fight and he can’t see a future where he doesn’t.
“Well… Here it is. Let’s go bring it back to the mantis to get it all fixed up.” Cal latched the module onto his belt and began to walk back toward Greez’ room. You followed behind quietly, somewhat sad that your short adventure was coming to a close.
“Hey Cal…” you began. He turned around with a smile. Before you could ask him, the step you took caused the ground beneath you to cave in. Before you could bear your surroundings, the floor slipped from beneath you as you fell into the apparent nothingness. “CAL!” you screamed.
Cal screamed your name before tumbling down after you along with worried beeps from BD.
You thrashed around, hoping to grab onto something, anything that would stop you from continuing down the dark path. Cal reached further toward you and grabbed your hand. With what little force you could focus in, you both pulled into each other. With his arms around you, he managed to wrap around so he was the one that fell first. You managed to land on a fallen arch, sliding down a long path that finally revealed an opening to a new part of the cave. The hill bumped you off causing the two of you to roll onto the new foundation. After scrambling around to find your grounding, you landed on top of Cal; your head landing on his chest.
It seemed you both haven’t processed that the fall was over as Cal kept his tight grip on you and your arms clinged onto the fabric of his vest. The sounds of BD’s concerned beeps brought you back to reality. Cal loosened his hold as you sat up, noticing the position you were both in.
You would have felt embarrassed if you weren’t distracted with how this new light made his green eyes seem almost seafoam green. How his red hair seemed to have bright orange highlights after years of many suns exposures. It’s been years since you’ve seen him up this close. So close you could see the way his faded scar on his nose trailed up toward his left eye in a light pink hue. His lips were chapped as they were left slightly open in response to your sudden curiosity.
“Are you okay?” He asked quietly. You pushed up away from him and suddenly realized how cold this area was. He was so warm.
“Yeah, I- I’m good. You?” Cal sat up onto his elbows with a groan.
“I’ve been better.” He replied honestly. He rolled his shoulders back as he sat up more. You realized he took the fall for you and jumped up to help him.
“Thank you.” Was all you said as you lifted his arm to help him stand up.
“For what?” He asked with a small laugh.
“Looking out me.” You responded, making sure he knew you were serious. He gave you a soft smile. “You always have. Even when I didn’t notice. Like now when you took the fall or all those times you saved my ass back in the mantis days.” Cal gave you a smirk.
“I’ve missed those.” He said, dusting off himself. BD climbed up his back with an agreeing “woooop boop.”
“I have, too.” You placed a hand on his bicep consolingly. “I’ve missed you.” You admitted. There was no more act to play. Now, you couldn’t let Cal leave this planet without knowing just how hard it was for you to leave him that day.
Cal placed his hand over yours. “The day you left… apart of me left as well. I haven’t been the same.” He couldn’t look into your eyes anymore.
“I thought you were mad at me for leaving. It’s why I never reached out. I’m sorry.” Before you could add more, he stopped you; his grip on your hand tightening.
“No. You made the right choice. I didn’t understand it at the time but- seeing you now… it needed to happen. A smart latero once told me, ‘it takes more strength to walk away than to keep fighting.’ I could never be as a strong as you.”
"Cal, that's not true."
"Yes it is. To keep you would mean to leave the fight. And... the fight is all I know." You couldn't respond. He was right. All you could do was wrap your arms around his waist and give him the hug you held back from when you first saw him that day.
You didn’t know where you were but it didn’t matter. Not when it meant you could be wrapped in Cal Kestis’ arms. A place you always wondered would ever become your safe haven.
Time was frozen as you breathed in his warmth once again. You were scared if you let go, you would feel the cold you felt before; the cold that inhabited you for the past few years.
You realized you never settled as you thought. You were still on survival mode under the pretense that you were exploring. To settle, to breath, meant being by his side. It took leaving and experiencing that sense of solitude to realize it. Now, you didn’t want to leave his side ever again. Even if that meant rejoining the fight.
The stubborn side of you thought it was stupid. You weren’t going to change your ways just because your past feelings decided to make an appearance. It was telling you that the second the mantis was fixed, Cal would leave you and you’d never see him again. It would take Koboh three rotations around its sun just to get over the hurt you’d make yourself feel by letting him in again.
But the side of you that was influenced by the force, by the ways you’ve been raised and taught, it told you this was meant to be. The force works in mysterious ways and events like this don’t happen just because. You were meant to see Cal Kestis again. The thought made you squeeze him a little tighter.
Your grip caused him to chuckle as he responded by rubbing your back consolingly. “I’ve missed you, too.”
Finally letting go, you pushed back to scan for any injuries you’ve ignored. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
He rolled his shoulders back again, rolling his head and twisting around waiting for something to pop or hurt. His years of being a scrapper destined him to aching bones and poor posture. So along with his never ending need to fight and not rest, he ignored some of the cracks and soreness. “Yeah yeah I’m alright. Tell you this. The sooner we get to Greez’s, the sooner we can-“ He stops as he looks beyond you. Cal gently moved you out of his way to look.
“The sooner we can what?��� You asked, turning to look at whatever caught Cal’s attention. “Oh.”
The vast cave seemed endless. Waterfalls were replaced by old, disfigured structures. It felt familiar. As if you’ve always known they were here. It reminded you of some of the buildings you’ve seen in the distance on Koboh but was afraid to visit alone.
“What is this place?” You asked as you followed behind him. BD responded with a curious 'boop beep.'
“Almost reminds me of the Jedi training grounds.” Cal responded, you gave a nod in agreement. That’s what it was.
"Is this our way back?" You asked.
"Only one way to find out. Care for another adventure?" Cal turned to face you, an enticing smirk plastered on his face. His hands on his hips. BD beeped as in reiterating Cal's question.
You couldn't say no. Especially if it meant more time with your old friend. If this meant you'd be by his side a little longer, you'd wait to see if you would ever become more.
Beyond these caves would soon answer that question as you both worked toward a way to finally put the days of the Empire behind you and breath. Working along side the mantis crew once again to find what you've always longed for.
A home.
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hi!! thank you for reading this! I said I was going to make this just one part but now I want to write more of cal and corde... lmk if you'd like more adventures between them! maybe they will finally admit what they were scared to this whole time.
corde - latin for "heart" french for "string"
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