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the-writer-in-the-winter-forest · 10 months ago

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Gone Native

Summary: One year after the events of Jedi Survivor, Cal and Merrin take a vacation to Kashyyk. They make love, take in the sights, make love, explore the forests, make love....you get the Idea.

Cal is still getting used to being more than a survivor. So, he chooses to look into an unknown part of his past—a past he won't be able to face without Merrin.

Work Count: 5,116

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (MINORS BE GONE!)

A/N: I've been thinking about Cal and Merrin for the past few weeks. So, what's the obvious course of action? Smut fiction, of course! Enjoy!

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KASHYYK

Cal had been surrounded by machinery and the smell of fumes for too long. It was not until leaving Bracca that he remembered how much he adored the purest forms of nature.

The fresh air, the openness, the peace. Bracca had been a suffocating experience that made him believe he didn't deserve more. It made him think that cold, metal coffin of a planet would one day be his tomb. But at this moment, this moment of peace as he stretches out his arms to the brisk morning air as the dawn slips into view, he’s grateful for his freedom. With his hands on his hips, he looks at the green mass stretching for miles. The beauty is remarkable.

The view from the bungalow, a gift from Tarfful himself, symbolized Kashyyk's liberation from the Empire. It had been waiting for the perfect moment to be appreciated, which finally arrived when Cal and Merrin, with a few days' break in mind, departed Koboh on the Mantis. They had built their home on Koboh while still helping where they could with the hidden path to safeguard those still hunted by the Empire. But now, it was nice to be away from it all.

Leaning in the arched doorway, Cal's eyes fell upon a sleeping Merrin. The covers had been pushed down to the edge of the bed. Shockingly, Merrin moved around a bit in her sleep. Right now, she’s curled up on her side, her arms resting above her head. She looks peaceful, serene even. He wouldn't wake her just yet. Instead, he rummages through his bag to retrieve a small relic from the past. He settles himself on the bed's edge, reaching out and from within. Cal stifles a chuckle when the holocron plays old recordings during his days as a Padawan. His voice sounds so nazely; he can’t believe how much. The freckles on his face were so bright in particular light he looked almost red.

“Master Yoda's lessons are really confusing. Sometimes, I wonder if he even knows what he’s talking about.”

He remembers this recording. He had been officially old enough to begin saber drills with Master Yoda. Another recording starts to play. His past self is excited because he has heard that a few Masters will soon be looking for apprentices. The war is nearing its third year's end, and there are rumors that it will quickly end.

Cal had been anxious to fight. He can only see it now as childish, naive, and eager to take his place in the war. War is no place for a child, soldier or not, Jedi or not.

Cal is pulled from his thoughts when a set of toes nudges his lower back. The Jedi's dismal reminiscing is pushed to the back of his mind for the moment. He smiles when he can feel her eyes on him, but she plays innocent, pretending to be still asleep. Without a pause, Cal lunges toward Merrin. Their laughter fills the room as they wrestle with one another.

“Good morning.” Cal greets after finally pinning Merrin down with a kiss. “You slept in.”

She yawns, stretching her arms above her head. “And it was wonderful. Particularly my dreams about you.”

Intrigue flashes across Cal's face.” Oh, really?” He crawls up beside her, resting on his side. Merrin's smirk feeds his intrigue even more. Her nightgown hangs loosely on her petite body, and every curve is beautifully outlined.

“I’m pleased to know that my fantasies are not too distant from reality.”

The Jedi leans in closer. “Me too.” He replies with a kiss that Merrin breaks with her laughter, beyond happy to be in his embrace. “How shall we spend our time today?”

They had hiked most of yesterday and gone on a small wildlife expedition looking for exotic seeds they would plant when they returned to Kohbo. Greeze and Kata would appreciate it.

Their days on Kashyyk weren't difficult to fill.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something,” Cal says, hovering above Merrin, an eyebrow cocked. “But right now, I want to hear more about this dream of yours.”

Cal listens intently to every intimate detail of Merrin's dream for the next few minutes. He rests his head on her torso, eyes closed, while she repeatedly strokes his hair. Every juicy detail of the story continuously whets Cal's appetite.

She describes the various ways he touched her, both soft and rough. The words he growled to feed her pleasure and the wonton sounds made while her pleasure grew. Cal had to admit he was both impressed with and jealous of Merrin's dream version of him. While she talks, his fingers move further down her leg, then back up and under her nightgown. Merrin nods, anxious for him to enter.

Her fantasy about him must have been something since he finds her already wet for him when his fingers slip between her folds. The look on her face tells him everything.

“Was it something like this?” He questions his action, hoping it’s meeting her expectations. He’s determined to outdo the fantasy.

The sting of Merrin's nails pierces his arm more, then tells Cal he’s on the right track. His finger moves deeper and faster, causing Merrin's whimpers to fill the room. Her free hand braces against the ornately carved headboard above her head.

“Yes, yes.” She pants breathlessly. Her gaze doesn't leave Cals; she wants him to see how well he treats her. She wants him to see her engulfed in pure bliss; she can feel her release inching closer by the second. Every whimper and moan from Merrin grows Cal's desire for her.

His body is screaming for her, and it's clear to see. He’s begging for a release like hers, and Merrin is more than happy to give him that release. She leads his lips back to her, distracting him while her hand slinks down his body. A shocked gasp escapes Cal's breath when he feels his lover's grasp around his cock.

“This was part of my fantasy as well.”

Cal's beautiful eyes flood with astonishment. “I..nhh…I think I love your fantasies.” His voice is shaky and wanton.

The mixed desire of their breathing brings them closer and closer to their shared release. Cal claws at the sheets beneath him, the same as Merrin. At this moment, this fantasy is perfection. His skin is rough in some areas, due mainly to his work on Bracca—a mixture of climbing high platforms and an embarrassing number of power tool-related incidents. His arms, though, are strong and have always made Merrin feel safe.

When she first saw them, the scars on his upper body caught her off guard. They didn't frighten her; instead, they filled her with sorrow since most of them had been acquired when Cal was only a child. He had told her the stories behind many of them.

She had always found the markings on his face to be beautiful. She thought they made him look rugged and handsome even when they first met. Merrin blushes at the memory and how those thoughts and feelings have strengthened.

Cal's fingers move faster inside Merrin, savoring her tightness around them. “You’re so wet for me,” he praises her, moving his fingers faster and faster.

Merrin's voice turns slow and sultry as she whispers to Cal. “You’re doing so well, My Jedi.” She murmurs. Their gentle rhythms change pace; they’re both ready for the release. Parting her legs further apart, Merrin allows Cal deeper inside. They cling to one another.

“Merrin..” Cal whimpers, his brow furrows, his body tensing as his climax peaks. Merrin writhes against him, her head falling back against the pillows, her toes curled to a point. Cal doesn't slow until every ounce of pleasure drips out of Merrin.

It isn't long after that the pair collapses together, panting. Cal’s heavy breath is warm against Merrin's chest. Her fingers run lazily through his hair. “Better than the fantasy?” Cal asks weakly. Merrin only nods, still wholly blissed out.

With the calming motions of Merrin's hands and Cal's breathing, it isn't long until the calm pulls the pair into a soothing slumber.

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It’s the smell of freshly made food that awakens Merrin. It’s late afternoon, and the sun's positioning tells her so. Cal is still fast asleep, nuzzled comfortably against Merrin's back. He’s so beautiful. Sadly, the rumbling in her stomach wins out, and she forces herself to remove herself from her lover's embrace slowly.

The Wookies prepared and left the food—a custom amongst their people regarding guests. The food was, of course, delicious, another new experience while traveling the galaxy. It isn't long until Cal crawls out of bed to join her, where they talk and eat happily.

Reluctantly, Cal removes himself from atop Merrin and retreats to the back veranda to wash up and cool himself down.

Filled with bliss, Merrin collapses onto the bed with a heavy sigh. Her mind replays the events of their lovemaking. The feeling of Cal's skin, the curves and pull of his body, his labored breathing—oh, spirits help her.

Merrin doesn't hide her ogling gaze that follows Cal around the room. His wet body, silhouetted by the sun, is beautiful. He’s let his hair grow out more these past few months. The color (at least to Merrin) is incredible. She had seen countless people during her travels, both with and without the Mantis crew. For so long, Merrin had seen nothing but the wonders of her world. It had been overwhelming to experience so much at once. Amongst the countless she had seen, so rare was it to see someone with Cal’s hair color amongst them. It’s another uniqueness of his.

“On Bracca, it felt like the days dragged on forever. It was so tiring. The longer the hours, the more it felt like the planet was trying to swallow me up. But here…the days drag, and it’s incredible.”

“It’s the scenery.” Merrin muses, nuzzling against Cal's shoulder.

“It’s that, but there’s something else about it. We aren't running from anything. We're hiding, but at the same time, we’re not.”

“I think I understand your meaning. It’s nice to have this time now where things feel… slowed. It is nice.” Cal nods. They sit in peace for another few moments. Cal stares towards the sky, his gaze telling Merrin a familiar story. A gaze that makes her bring back up a familiar discussion. “Have you given more thought to what we’ve discussed?” Cal doesn't answer right away. Had he not heard her speak, or would he just not have responded to the question? Both seem very unlikely, so Merrin waits for his answer.

When he finally does, his gaze and voice are flooded with uncertainty. “I don’t know, Merr.” His eyes don’t even meet hers. They stay trained in the sky, where she is sure he’d like to be, to avoid this topic of conversation. “I’ve been thinking about it and not wanting to think about it.”

Her voice is faint yet sympathetic. “Why?” Guilt pools in her heart. Again, Cal doesn't answer right away. He can’t even see the annoyed side eye she is giving him; it’s childish how she has the urge to pinch him. The truth is they have a shared anxiety about the topic in question. Cal's eyes stay on the horizon, arms resting on his knees, lost in his thoughts. A kiss on his shoulder from Merrin brings him back to reality.

“I don’t mean to push the subject.” Her voice is faint and apologetic. She holds him close, hoping he can feel her sincerity.

Cal smiles brightly, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly. “I’ll keep thinking about it.”

This brings a smile to the Nightsister's face. She comfortably rests her head on her Jedi's shoulder, his touch easing her. Like the young couple, many of Kashyyks's natural wildlife began to rise with the morning sun. Birds sang on the warm breeze. The peace and tranquility is mesmerizing.

Merrin hops to her feet excitedly, pulling at Cal to rise to his feet. “How about a game?” She leans elegantly against the veranda railing, her nightgown blowing in the breeze.

“What?” Cal chuckles with a hint of confusion.

“Come on, Jedi.” She goats him, wagging her finger in a come-hither motion. Before Cal can reach her, she vanishes instantly from the veranda and reapers below the forest floor.

Cal once again doesn't hesitate. Calming his mind, reaching out and within, the next thing Cal knows, he’s running barefoot through the jungle with Merrin. The moss of the forest floor cushions each step, the morning breeze, the adrenaline, it’s perfect.

Merrin runs ahead of him, only using her magicks to teleport herself when Cal occasionally catches up to her. “No fair.” He laughs, picking up speed. Merrin's laughter catches on the wind, echoing around them. She is more than determined to keep her lead. This is a game, and she won't be caught so early on. Playing hard to get, Merrin makes her way off the trails, using her magic to take her into the trees above.

Cal halts in his tracks. The green embers from Merrin's spell scatter like sparks forming flames. His heart races along with his mind as he tries to devise a way to pick up her trail again.

Merrin kept her eyes on Cal when she transported herself into the canopy. She stayed out of sight, watching as he searched for her. Seeing her Jedi pursuer in the sunlight made her heart skip a beat. The light peaking through the canopy enveloped Cal in a radiant glow.

“Gotcha!”

Merrin is snapped out of her daydreaming. Those mesmerizing green eyes of his are staring her down. He propels himself towards her, believing he’s won the game. Merrin grants him no satisfaction.

Merrin smiles smugly before fading into a cloud of green mist. This time, she reappears a few feet ahead of Cal. She laughs over her shoulder before taking off again, jumping from branch to branch across the canopy. The game isn't over.

Refilled with vigor, Cal resumes his chase. The leaves crunch under their feet as they bound over fallen trees and doge between towering trunks of the ancient forest. The two are lost in the thrill of the moment. The wind whipped through their hair, the ground beneath their bare feet—Merrin doges into the dense underbrush with Cal close behind her. Just when she thinks she’s lost him, he fanks around her, scooping her up into his arms, claiming victory.

“You are insane, Cal Kestis.”

The universe has granted them this peace despite all they’ve been through and suffered. This new future where they could run wild hadn't seemed possible to either Cal or Merrin. But they deserve it and each other.

They were close to the Jikazza Lagoon. There, they could wash the mud off and rest for a bit. They’re still struggling to catch their breath. Cal had discovered it during his first visit to Kashyyk. He had been waiting to bring Merrin for a special occasion. There seemed to be no better one than this. The water is crystal clear, near a small fall of water. Moss and sweet-smelling plants grow around the border where smoothed rocks line the lagoon.

Merrin shakes her head in amusement, watching Cal swing from the jungle rafters, whooping and hollering like a jungle man as he propels himself into the lagoon. Merrin grants some friendly applause for his Olympic-style diving skills.

“Well done,” she compliments him before joining him in the water. It felt amazing on such a hot day, and the shade provided by the canopy helped, too.

The gentle lapping of the waves moves them closer together. In the gentle tranquility, they float in each other's arms. Merrin's sheer nightgown hugs her body; the thin straps hang loosely around her shoulders. Cal feels his heart racing, his cheeks growing red; thank goodness for the coolness of the water. She’s beautiful like this, ethereal. It isn't long until their clothes rest on the lagoon's bank.

The couple's lips meet in a passionate kiss. Merrin's fingers rake through the Jedi's wet red hair, pulling it lightly. Cal pulls Merrin to him, gently resting her against the bank, using his hands to cushion her against the rocks.

The stone digs into his palm, but he’s too enthralled by Merrin to pay it any mind. His lips settle comfortably against her neck. A sharp hiss of pain passes through Cal's clenched teeth when he feels Merrins bite his neck. Still, he doesn't waver. Guilt floods through her body. She kisses the red flesh tenderly until Cal turns her jaw so her lips can come to his. Each kiss becomes more frantic than the last. Their hands paw at each other's bodies, wanting to feel every inch of one another.

Merrin's body shivers against Cal when she feels him enter her. She grips his back tightly; her head falls back as he begins to move against her. He’s exhausted from their chase, but he needs this. He needs to feel her more than anything. “Don't stop,” Merrin begs him with a resounding whimper in her voice. She brings her forehead to his. “Please…please.” Her thighs rise to meet his waist so she may better meet his rhythm.

“I’m not stopping, Merr. I need you.” Cal trembles as he says this, his palm digging further into the rocks. Her desperate pleas, followed by the growing tightness of her folds around his cock tell Cal how close she is. Even with the chill of the water, Cal's body radiates with a vibrant warmth fueled by passion and desire. His free hand steadies himself against the bank. His fingers tear and tremble in the mud. His breath is heavy and rapid the faster he moves against Merrin. She’s so warm and wet, making him lose his composure.

He falls against Merrin, spilling into her. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfs them. Unfortunately, the pain in Cal's palm wins out and forces him to pull away from Merrin, causing her to slip from Cal's grasp and fall into the water. Scrambling, Cal yanks Merrin out of the water. “I’m so sorry.” He frantically apologizes while parting Merrin's hair out of her eyes. She gives a few hard coughs before breaking into a comforting fit of laughter. Cal soon joins in before laying with Merrin on the bank for a long rest.

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They had returned to their Bungalow later that evening after a long day spent at the lagoon and after spending over an hour searching for their clothes in the water. However, both secretly liked the idea of running through the trees naked.

Cal had fashioned a makeshift bed from an assortment of blankets and pillows on the floor near the fireplace. Merrin's head rested on Cal's outstretched arm; she fit perfectly against him. The warmth of the fire warmed their wet skin. The nightlife of the planet filled the night; it was beautifully lively.

“Another beautiful day.” Merrin hums, turning her head to look up at Cal when he nuzzles into her neck. His breath is warm and comforting, like the fire.

“Followed by a beautiful night.” Cal's hand moves down Merrin's thigh; his thumb traces over a familiar scar. He remembers Merrin's story about how she had received it—a childhood incident when she and Ilyana wandered into dangerous marshes. She had spoken so fondly of Ilyana. Cal was grateful Merrin had her in her life and thankful they had one another.

She turns on her side to face away from the fire and faces Cal, chest to chest. Now, it's her turn to trace his scars. Like here, she knows the story behind each one. He pulls her mind from the memories with a deep and passionate kiss. Merrin looks back over her shoulder at the fire, reminiscing.

“On Dothamir, my sisters and I would tell stories around a warm fire. We’d dance and sing around the flames.” Her voice is sad, remembering her sisters and what she’s lost.

“There weren't many campfires at the Jedi Temple. But we were told stories as younglings.”

Merrin nuzzles into him. “Tell me one.”

Cal is taken aback. Completely unexpecting this request of hers, how could he refuse her?

“Alright.” He thinks for a moment. Suddenly recalling a few of his favorites, he settled on one that stuck out. “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, when the universe was new and young, there was no color wherever you went. There was no vibrance among all planets, people, and animals. The universe appeared cold and grey. The only remnants of color were in the sky. The stars, moons, and sky are as bright as they are now. One day, on a nameless world, a young child wandered away from home to explore the planet's wild. They wondered why the sky held such wonder and why everything below had no hues. Perhaps the wilds of the planet held answers.”

Merrin nuzzled closer to Cal. Her imagination drew images in the firer while he continued his story.

“Suddenly, the clouds in the sky turned grey, thunder and lightning filled the sky, and a fierce rain pelted the ground. Terrified, the child found shelter in a cold cavern. The rain lasted days and days, turning the soil into mud; soon, the cavern would be filled with water. The child dug into the soil to create a ravine to gather the water. They dug deeper and deeper, much more profound than any tool or person had before. They dug into the soil for hours and hours until the most incredible discovery was made.” He paused for dramatic effect. “It was faint, yet unmistakable.” He pauses again, drawing Merrin in. “There, gleaming in between the child's fingernails, between the soil, was the fainted hint of color.”

Merrin's eyes widened in amazement.

“The child was speechless and, without a second thought, began to dig deeper into the ground, finding more and more wonder the further they went. They continued to dig for hours, and the rain continued until a guizer from below erupted, spilling over and outside the cavern. The child followed the streams of color back to their village, where they watched every surface become covered in a new shade until the entire planet was painted. And it wasn't long until the rest of the galaxy would be painted from the veins within their planets.”

Merrin giggles when Cal's story comes to an end. Her fingers intertwine with hers close to her heart. “Hmmm, I like that one.”

Cal nods, kissing her shoulder. “Yeah, me too. I kinda like the idea that the look of a planet came from within the planet itself.” Merrin finds his wonderment amusing. She thanks him for the beautiful story and promises to tell him one of her own soon. He loves the sound of that.

Merrin beams warmly at the kiss Cal leaves on her forehead. Slowly, he shifts above her, settling between her legs, his need for her on display. “Eager, are we not?”

Cal smirks slyly. “I was thinking about the Lagoon.” Cal breaths, trailing his lips down her body, his eagerness growing when he feels Merrin shiver with pleasure from his touch. “You looked so beautiful.” His breath against her skin pulled heat and desire into her core. “I never wanted to take my eyes off of you.” He moans into her neck, savoring her rigid against his back, savoring the feeling of her wetness as he moves inside of her. So lovely and warm.

With one swift motion, Merrin turns Cal onto his back. His eyes flash with a mixture of lust and admiration. He allows himself to be taken by her passion.

“My beautiful Jedi.” Her hands glide down his face; she can feel the light sweat on his skin.

As Merrin moves atop him, Cal grips her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he loses himself in the heat of the moment. With each thrust of her body, he feels a surge of desire coursing through him, his passion for her growing stronger with each passing moment.

“More…” Cal moans in barely a whisper, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him. “Give it to me.” Merrin complies, moving her body faster and harder. The pairs' hooded eyes meet one another, their faces flushed with want and need. “Fuck me harder.” He begs, moving his hands to her breasts; the flesh is soft and cool to the touch. Merrin gasps breathlessly when she feels his thumbs move against her nipples.

“Yess…yess…ahh.”

As Merrin braces herself against his chest, he looks up in awe, his breath coming in short gasps as they move together in perfect harmony. Lost in the intensity of their shared pleasure, they are united by an unbreakable bond that burns bright amidst the darkness of the universe.

With each passing moment, their connection grows stronger, their love for one another deepening with each breath they take. As they reach new heights of ecstasy together, they know that nothing in the galaxy can ever come between them - that they are meant to be together, now and forever.

As Cal moans Merrin's name breathlessly, feeling himself on the brink of climax, she looks down at him, tenderness in her eyes. With a fierce passion burning bright within her, she moves faster and harder, determined to bring him over the edge. Their fingers intertwine with one another. “Cal..” Merrin whimpers, her head arched back. “I’m close.

Cal’s desire turns red hot when he hears this. Her folds constricting around his pulsing cock tell him. “Yes…cum Merrin, please.”

As he reaches the peak of his pleasure, she leans down to kiss him deeply, her love for him shining brightly amidst the heat of their shared passion. With each passing moment, they feel a deeper connection to one another, knowing that nothing in the galaxy can ever come between them. They thrust vigorously against one another, wanting nothing more than to release the passion building up inside them.

Finally, their shared cries of ecstasy fill the room, no doubt altering nearby wildlife and locals within a twenty-foot radius. Merrin collapses on top of Cal, sated and gasping for breath. They remain silently intertwined until their breathing steadies. Both move a stray piece of hair from out of the other's line of sight. Their eyes grow heavy, but they remain fixed on each other, wanting them to be the last thing they see before falling asleep.

“I love you, Merrin.” Cal sighs tiredly before closing his eyes.

Merrin smiles faintly, brushing her finger against his cheek before her eyes close. “And I you.” The words echo deep within them both.

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Cal wakes the following day with a heavy soreness all over his body. He rubs his eyes groggily, wondering how early it must be. He turns on his side to see Merrin absent from their bed. He sits up, looking around the room sleepily until he spots Merrin on the veranda, feeding a trio of Tachs on the railing. She looks angelic in the morning mist, as pretty as a Veda Pearl. If he ever comes across one, he’ll give it to her.

“Good morning,” Merrin greets him once she notices him awake.

The Order is gone.

It’s time to leave it behind.

Cal's words to Merrin the night he confessed his love for her now guide his path. A path that allows him to live without the dogma of The Order.

Life is precious. And so is happiness.

That warning from Bode still manages to tear through him. Yet, despite his betrayal, he tried to pull Cal from isolation. They were telling him to be more than a Jedi. Cere, Greeze, and they had all given him similar speeches. They all wished for him to have a brighter future—one where he isn’t only a fighter or a survivor of a fallen order.

For a short while, this newfound freedom had been terrifying. When The Order had been all that Cal had known for so much of his life, what would guide him now? Merrin, his friends…his family will.

But now, he feels a new sense of responsibility regarding his past. He has questions he wants answered, such as where he comes from. He’s ignored the subject for years, perhaps out of fear that he disguised as an obligation to his Jedi teachings.

But now, there lies the freedom to consider more.

“I’ve been thinking,” Cal says, moving his eyeline to Merrins, his arm still around her shoulders.

Merrin’s face fills with intrigue. “Oh?”

He laughs. “Not about that. But we’ll come back to it.” Merrin's demeanor shifts once she notices Cal's more serious tone. He pauses, collecting his thoughts, staring out to the forest world before him, leaning on the railing on the veranda wistfully. “I’m still getting used to letting myself have what I want.” He pauses again, looking like he hadn't correctly phrased a signal word for what he had just said. “I mean…living an everyday life. Living by my wants and desires….not by the Orders. Being more than a Jedi.”

Merrin gently squeezes his hand, telling him she understands what he’s trying to say. “You have as much right as anyone to know where you come from. Jedi or not.” She encourages him, tucking his fiery red hair behind his ear.

Filled with gratitude, Cal leaves a kiss on Merrin's hand. “Guess I needed to hear it out loud.�� Merrin can no longer hold back her tears. She leaps into Cal's arms, holding him close to her, burying her face into his neck to muffle her crying. “Why are you crying?” He asks, wiping the tears from her deep brown eyes.

Merrin shakes her head, trying to collect herself. “They’re happy tears.” She finally manages to say.

“Oh, Merrin.” Cal chuckles sympathetically, kissing her through her tears. He can taste them on her lips. “You're so incredible.” He peppers her face with small, quick kisses until the tears dry, and she’s laughing her wonderful laugh again. She’s overjoyed to see this new spark in her eyes, and she can see it in his eyes, too. This weight Cal had been carrying regarding his past feels lighter now from embracing it and letting Merrin be a part of it.

“When should we go?”

“Soon,” Cal says, pulling Merrin into his arms and resting his head atop hers while they watch the sunrise. “Right now, I just want to enjoy another long day.”

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icharchivist · 1 year ago

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Seeing all those screenshots of Belial being supportive and telling you to be mindful of your boundaries and taking breaks vindicates my headcanon that, for as much as he sucks in the streets, he's shockingly thoughtful in the sheets

The bedroom is literally the only place where you can trust him, because he is so good at BDSM, that includes the entire philosophy of consent being paramount, of trusting your partner and respecting hard boundaries. So he's gonna take you to your limits but if you use the safe word, he's going to back down

Sure, he might still murder you the second you walk out, but you're safe while you're doing things with him

Do with this knowledge what you will

AGREED.

Like this is how i interpret those screenshots as well. The Seraphic quest especially gives a lot of food for thoughts on that regard.

i think there's something really so funny about Belial's praying mantis swagger. Like, you're actually in for a good time. He's kinky and all but for the sex itself you'll have all your limits taken into account and everything. He'd be respectful of your boundaries.

it's just that after the sex he might murder you because he gets bored. But DURING the sex? it's a game you both play baby and he's not going to mess around as much.

so yeah i actually do think the same (with the layer of, "Avatar Belial is an exception tho") but yes. Pretty much.

most character of all time that we're in a position with enough substantial elements to make this HC though.

#ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #anonymous

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mirkwoodshewolf · 6 years ago

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Died a true guardian; Rocket raccoon x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey all well this request took some thinking and I feel like I may not have delivered to the fullest I can but I tried my best. So for the long waited Rocket raccoon angst request that both an anon and @guardiana6543 wanted, I hope this is still to your liking.

Warnings: ANGST, DEATH OF CHARACTER, words mentioned like slut and prostitution, so if this isn’t your cup of tea don’t give me any hate. I’m not asking you all to read this fic. But if you do read at your own risk.

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“Of all the things in this world you just had to go and do that?!” I snapped.

“What?” Rocket said.

“We had a game plan Rocket. Get the information out of the guy by any means! And you just had to step in too early!”

“He had his hands allover you! What else was I supposed to do!?”

“Let me handle it. I know how to handle myself if a guy gets too handsy with me!”

“Uhh guys can I say something?” Peter spoke up.

“Shut up Quill!” both Rocket and I snapped.

“You’ve always gotta let your pride and anger take control of you. When will you learn to control that temper of yours Rocket? I have put up with that shit for 2 years since we started dating and 5 years since I’ve known you and I’m tired of it!”

“Hey, I’ll learn to control my anger issues when you learn to stop being such a slut when it comes to undercover missions!” At that word, it was just like being shot at (which I have been, multiple times by some of our bounties we’ve tried to find together before we met up with Quill).

“You did not just say that to me.” I muttered.

“Well what other word is there to use? Should’ve just left you there in that whorehouse to begin with, since that’s all you’re ever good for.” he sneered. I just glared at him and didn’t say another word as Quill spoke up again.

“Hey guys, hate to break up this little pow-wow session but our dude we tried to capture, he’s popped back up on our radar, but he’s not alone this time.” Rocket turned away from me and hopped into his chair and said.

“Lock in the coordinates.”

“This is my ship you aren’t the Captain here.” Quill spoke up. But everything else around me just muffled because all I kept hearing were rocket’s hurtful words.

He had some nerve to call me that. He should never have brought up my past like that. You maybe asking what he means well long story short ever since my mother died giving birth to me, my father wasn’t—well a kind soul. He never once acknowledged me and then once I got old enough, he sold me to a ‘prostitute house.’

There I learned how to seduce and swindle men. That’s how I actually came across Rocket and Groot—or well they came across me. For you see I wasn’t just going to allow men to do whatever it was they felt like they were allowed to do.

I’ve taken down men 5 times my size with just a kick and the right place for a knife to cause some serious pain without killing them or severing any main arteries.

“(Y/n)?” a soft voice spoke up and I felt a hand touch my shoulder and the voice said again, “You feel—betrayed. Hurt.”

“Mantis please take your hand off of me.”

“I am sorry. The puppy didn’t mean to say those things, I could tell he was just jealous of the fact that Peter choose you to distract our target.”

“Well you don’t know Rocket like I do. He’s a touch shell to crack but I’ve found the way, and when he talks a certain way to me, he always means it.” I said solemnly. I sighed heavily before I asked her, “How’s your power to make people feel things coming along?”

“I have greatly improved on it. But it is still not a permanent thing.”

“That’s fine. Just….make me forget about what just happened in the last five minutes.” I turned towards her pleading for it, I knew that if we needed to catch this guy then I couldn’t be distracted.

“(Y/n) I don’t…..”

“Please Mantis. I don’t care what it is you have to say in order to make me forget, just do it.” She looked down sadly before placing her hand on my shoulder and her antennas glowed blue as she said to me.

“Focus on the mission.” Suddenly the hurt washed away and I was consumed with the focus of the mission at hand.

“Okay so get Quill and Gamora, I’ve got a plan in mind.”

We soon arrived at the location of our target Quill and Rocket landed the ship and we all exited the Milano and began circling the perimeter cutting off all escape routes for our target. I was with Gamora as we went to the right and that’s when I heard her say.

“(Y/n). About what happened earlier…..”

“Not now Gamora, please I—I’d rather not talk about it.”

“But (y/n)….”

“Gamora. Not now.” I snarled softly at her. The two of us stared each other down before she backed off and said.

“Alright, I understand. But when we get done with capturing this guy, I’d like to keep talking about this. I—I may not know much about relationships as I am still learning, but I do know that company of other women can help.” My eyes softened and I said.

“I have heard that before. Thank you Gamora.” She nodded and we continued to walk forward until we both stopped and there was our target.

Serial bounty hunter killer Naveen Samir. He’s wanted not only by the Nova Corp but 12 other systems as well, including the Kree government. He’s well known for killing any and all bounty hunters from every single part of the galaxy. Rumor has it that he’s known to detect whether one is out on the hunt for a good bounty just by simply looking into your mind.

And since the—well my previous life before becoming a Guardian of the galaxy taught us how to lie extremely well and how to make someone think you’re only after one thing, I was the best candidate for the ‘trade off’ before the guys would attack, but then you all know what happened after that.

And now here we are at attempt #2 of trying to stop this homicidal maniac.

We watched as Mantis slowly came up towards Naveen. Since she was the quietest person for a sneak attack. We figured she could use her powers to either make him sleep or think that he couldn’t move his legs in order to run. But as Mantis kept walking towards Naveen, I kept hearing Rocket’s words in my head.

‘Should’ve just left you there in the first place. I’ll learn to control my anger issues when you learn to stop being such a slut when it comes to undercover missions!’ I shook my head trying to rid of it when suddenly we heard the sound of Mantis’ grunting. We both looked to see Naveen gripping her throat.

“You are scared.” Mantis’ antennas glowed but shockingly it didn’t work. Her eyes widened in fear and Naveen said.

“Specialized empathic conductor. With this headband your powers are useless against me.” He then tossed her aside like a piece of garbage. Mantis fearing for her life, backed away from him as Naveen proclaimed, “Now where are the rest of the Guardians of the galaxy? Too afraid to come out and play with the big boys?”

“Damn it, just go for it. Go! Go! Go!” Quill’s voice spoke through our commlinks and soon it was just a sudden burst of a fight. First he managed to kick Drax to the side before literally flipping in the air and dodged both Rocket’s and Quill’s gunfire. Now Gamora and I were trying to attack, with the levels of training we both had, we managed to at least stay on him sword on sword.

The two of us trying to bring him down but he soon kicked Gamora’s leg so hard that he actually broke it. She let out an agonizing scream before being kicked aside and suddenly I found myself locked in his arms, his and my sword up against my neck and my back against his chest.

“To be honest, I expected a bit more. After all you did promise a fun time.”

“Then let’s have some fun.” I sneered as I slammed the heel of my boot into the front of his before headbutting him and getting free of his grasp. The two of us went at each other’s heads with our swords almost doing a dance around each other until our swords crossed and he tried to get the upper hand by using his upper body strength to try and make me kneel down.

I held on as strong as I could until our swords slid across each other and like a whip, he kicked me right in the chest sending me backwards. He chuckled as he walked towards me.

“Hey dickbag!” Rocket’s voice came up. We both turned to see Rocket scarred up and bleeding but he held his gun and aimed it right at Naveen. “Didn’t you learn your lesson the last time?”

“I did, in fact that’s why I came better prepared.” Suddenly a detonator appeared into his hand. “Get rid of the jealous lover before you make your move.” He then pressed the button and suddenly the ground under Rocket’s feet began to crumble until he suddenly fell through.

“ROCKET!!” I didn’t hesitate. I raced towards the crater and fell down into it hoping that I would reach him. I extended my hand out to him but it soon got so dark I couldn’t even see a thing and next thing I knew was pain, dust and the sound of rubble still falling down on top of me.

*Rocket’s POV*

When I finally came around, I let out a pained groan and reached for my torch hoping it was still working. Thank kriff it was, although; it flickered but with a couple of smacks it was finally lit up.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n) are you there?” Oh god where is she? Please tell me she’s not buried underneath all this rubble. Slowly I managed to get up, feeling nothing but soreness. “(Y/n)!? (Y/n), where are you?” I suddenly heard a groan and when I shined my light to the right, there was (y/n) lying on her side under a large piece of rubble.

I quickly ran over to her and touched her cheek softly calling out to her.

“(Y/n), baby say something c’mon. (Y/n) you okay?” She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me.

“R-Rocket?”

“Hang on babe I’m gonna get you out.” I quickly moved aside any of the smaller rocks aside before trying and trying to lift up the boulder that was crushing her.

“Rocket.”

“Just shut up and hold still will yah? I’m gonna get you out.”

“You can’t…..”

“The hell I can’t.” I growled as I tried to lift the rubble again and I wouldn’t stop until I felt her cup the side of my face.

“Rocket, you—you’ll always be the love of my life.”

“Why are you talking like that? I’m not gonna let you die here! I’ll get you out I promise.”

“You can’t—because it’s too late.” She looked down and that’s when I shined the light to finally see blood pooling down from between the rubble. “My—I think a pipe has gone through my left side. I can feel something poking through me.” She then coughed out blood.

“No, no, no, no, no, no please (y/n) look at me. Keep your eyes on me!” I pleaded with her.

“I feel—so numb. I…..Rocket….”

“Just hang on baby, the guys will find us. We’ll get you out and I’ll take care of you. Just hang on, please.” I sat down and leaned her head against my leg while I stroked through her hair. “Please…..I can’t lose you too.” When I looked down at her I saw that she wasn’t breathing. “Baby? Baby doll?” I shook her head and held my hand to her nose hoping to feel her breath.

I didn’t.

Tears filled my eyes and I held her as I sobbed and blubbered hysterically.

I don’t know how long it was, but finally Quill and the others managed to find us but when they saw me crying by (y/n)’s dead body, they knew it was too late for her.

On the Milano much like we did with Yondu, we dressed up her wound, made her look beautiful once again and covered her face up with wraps as surrounding around her were her two swords. We sent her down the hatch where her body burned and her ashes went off into space.

My eyes were red as my heart was nothing but broken pieces. The last thing I ever said to her was that she was a slut, now I can never take it back. I can never apologize to her, and now in death she’ll always remember that being the last thing I ever said to her.

“I am Groot.” Groot spoke up as I felt his hand come to my shoulder.

“She might’ve. But it’s too late for me to apologize to her.”

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Chapter 11 - Surprises

@sparklywagonfreakoperator gave me the Irish man!

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The ship came into rest with a familiar jarring thud that meant the magnetic docking clamps locking them into place had activated, a softer thud was heard as a ramp was extended to their cargo bay so they could leave the ship. The atmosphere in the ship was light as the crew finally got their shore leave and after the events of the previous two weeks, everyone was eager to get of the ship.

“If I so much as see you lifting that arm above your head, trying to lift anything heavy at all, or exerting yourself in anyway, I will keep you in the medbay until further notice!” Aengal stared at him dead in the eyes, walking past him down the ramp,

“A concussion, three cracked ribs, and a torn rotator cuff. Yet apparently, it’s a good idea to let you off the ship. But no, what do I know? I’m just the medical officer who can sense pain and is from a race that is known to be healers. No one ever listens to me!”

Vahatu chuckled and winced in pain as he did so, he held the railing gently walking down the ramp,

“Don’t worry so much, I’m just going to the market”

Aengal shook his head and turned to the captain as he got to the bottom of the ramp,

“You better find us a high paying job next time, I want Nano-reconstruction vats and two of them. The way this crew is going I’m going to need to rebuild somebody soon.”

The captain barked a laugh at this and then turned to the crew, “Alright everyone, go and have fun, just remember to meet at the coordinates on your communicators in one revolution of the station”.

Slugs had gone with Vahatu, settling on an impressively large albeit oddly shaped form to help break the crowd so that he wouldn’t be jostled as they braved the market.

“Your forms are getting a lot bigger than what they used to be when I first joined, are you nearing critical mass yet?”

Slugs looked up from the store they were at with his two eye stalks that currently lay above his head, looking as shocked as an anamorphous mass of limbs could,

“You know about that? Soon, soon I think, I have maybe five or six rotations but I’m not sure.”

Vahatu looked up at the beastly Slugs trying to figure out how to phrase his question when Slugs opened a cavity in his body and reached into himself, pulling out a flashing communicator,

“We forgot about the meeting, we’ll have to finish this later else we’ll be late!”

Without giving permission Vahatu found himself being cradled like a hatchling by several arm-like appendages as Slugs flew them over the crowds in mismatched wings to the rest of the crew.

Mantis looked up at the sign to the establishment they now stood warily in front of,

“Ben you know this is a human only bar” “No It’s not, don’t worry!” “There’s literally a sign there with a big red cross through a picture of an alien”

Everyone looked up as slugs landed with an embarrassed and harassed looking Vahatu, using his tail to steady himself he stood up adjusting the brace his arm was in. The captain shook his head at the two,

“Alright everyone let’s get this over with”

The captain however did look up at the bar with unease in his eyes.

They walked through the door into a small room filled with shoes and jackets, the noise of the patrons inside could be heard here.

“Alright if you’re wearing shoes and jackets take them off, this is an old-fashioned place, and put any weapons you have in the lockers over there.” “Wonderful, let’s all go into a den full of predators unarmed, while our resident brawler is still in bandages” Catakah the Avisxian male said in despair as he hung up his gun, gesturing in Vahatu’s direction who was standing uneasily. His arm in a brace, half of his head wrapped in reactive bandages, along with multiple other parts of his body covered in a mixture of bandages and fake skin spray.

The captain looked around in resignation as he opened the door not helping the crew unease,

“Let’s get this over with then.”

The door opened out wide and the crew walked in. The bars noise was unbelievable, nothing close to the recruitment centres Vahatu had spent time in.

Then in went silent. Every pair of predatory human eyes set upon the crew. Vahatu’s scales lit up in fear.

Sciaal once again attempted to blend into the wall but his trembling form could still be made out,

“This is it we’re all dead”

A large man stood up from behind a table and pointed towards them, shouting to something behind the bar,

“Maaaa, that bloody navy boy is back again!” from behind the bar four spidery long metallic legs appeared, they eased themselves around the bar, and as they cleared the messy countertop on top sat a small fragile looking human. Grey haired and with thick glasses she stared at the newcomers, “Is that my nephew? Why are you standing there come give your aunty a kiss!”

The room exploded with laughter and noise again as the Captain walked over and kissed his aunt’s cheek, he then took turns introducing each of the crew to the amusement of them.

“How can you let your crew get hurt like this, and now you’re making him stand and even walk, do you have no heart? I know you weren’t raised like this.” She rolled her eyes at the captain and started to coo over Vahatu as she walked over to him, firmly leading him to one of the chairs by a group of humans despite his protests. She looked over at each of them, “Now be nice, this poor thing is hurt and can’t stand for long”

She walked back to the captain and hit him with the cloth that was previously lying over her shoulder as the one human looked at Vahatu, pulsing a steady scared state, his eyes growing wide as he saw Vahatu change colour,

“Holy nightmare, with a night light.”

The captain looked around pleased as he saw his crew being led away in different directions in varying states of apprehension by the patrons of the bar, they would be fine here, so he wasn’t worried, but still he listened in to the various conversations going on,

“Do they flash by themselves?” “Are you biologically related to an earth Mantis in anyway?” “You’re so cute and soft! I used to have budgies!” “Oh, change into me next please, pleeeaassseeee!” “You’re such a beautiful colour though!” “Are you willing to share research notes on medical practices, with varying species?”

Wolfs sat down with Ben and the Captain at a booth as the Old lady walked around and lowered the legs of her spidery walker so they could fit under the table,

“Why you don’t ever come visit, I’m here all alone you know?”

She reached up absentmindedly and started to scratch the back of Wolfs head, he looked completely shocked at this action but didn’t go to stop her as Ben started snickering,

“I’m busy you know that… I’m only here to collect the other two anyways,”

Wolfs having forgotten the initial shock was loving the attention, almost catatonic sitting with his eyes half closed and a large canine grin on his face as his ears were scratched.

“Yes, yes, I know, I had to let them stay in the attic! They’re still wanted all over the city for that business a while ago, the syndicate wanted to storm this place, how dare they!? But we showed them what would happen.”

Ben let out a low whistle as he looked at the wall the old lady gestured to with the ‘trophies’ from half a dozen species hanging amidst the flags from earth.

“But they’re not here now, they said they’ll meet you at your ship after they dealt with some business.”

The captain looked annoyed at this information but didn’t say anything. He turned to watch the crew interacting with the other humans of the bar whist Ben was assaulted by questions by the old lady, he smiled as he caught her talking about her beautiful daughter who Ben should meet the next time he’s in town. The crew had finally loosened up and were mingling nicely, he just hoped no one agreed to do any favours, while the patrons were all good-hearted people, his aunts bar was also a renowned home for smugglers and mercenaries.

They left some time later chatting excitedly as they walked down the dark and narrow passages to get back to the ship, all in varying states of agreement that humans were decidedly very strange.

Leonidas’s Shield stood tall over the last few stalls in front of them, when Wolfs looked around and lowered his voice,

“We’re being followed” “Not by a very good pursuer it seems though”

Ben rolled his eyes chuckling in his very inebriated state, as the shadow jumped behind a wall when he turned to look.

“Why you humans obsess with putting Ethanol into your bodies is beyond me” Aengal said as he looked around, “Let’s just get to the ship before we do anything about it” the captain laughed in good spirits.

They arrived at the ship to find a red-haired man, slight of frame sitting in a bomber jacket on the ramp staring at a holopad, as they approached he stood up and enveloped Ben and the Captain in a bear hug, in an explosion of noise and conversation that the translators couldn’t pick up fast enough. Ben turned to introduce the crew but was halted by a gesture from the man,

“I’m hoping that your time spent in space hasn’t left you lacking your skills David my lad!” He barked out a laugh speaking in a strong Irish accent even through the translators, Captain David Balme rolled his eyes at the statement,

“No Niall, I knew we were being followed. She, however, does need to work on her skills.”

Niall let out another laugh and spoke into a communicator that was grafted into his wrist, “Alright Christine, come on out you were spotted.”

A woman came around the corner dressed in all black she pulled off the hood that covered her face, revealing a mass of shockingly green hair that rolled off her shoulders.

“No fair, I thought I did good that time.”

Ben looked at the girl and started laughing,

“We saw you as soon as we stepped out the door, Christy! That hair isn’t hard to miss when you forget to tuck it away.”

She looked up at Ben with anger in her eyes,

“You know what Ben, how about you shove it up-“

The Captain looked around sharply as she was about to finish,

“Christine! Finish that sentence I dare you.”

Her expression switched instantly, she looked down and pouted, but gave Ben a sideways glance filled with irritation as she spoke,

“Sorry about that Dad.”

Balme picked her up in a bear hug absolutely beaming with a grin splitting his face.

The crew stood their shocked except for Omni and Aengal, Vahatu radiated purple in confusion. The Captain looked at this crew and sighed.

“Alright let’s go in everyone and I’ll explain this mess.”

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