#soft!cal

[treasureplcnet]

(lia voice) rolan you're 26. you should be at the pub

[celenawrites]

— a soft life: unofficial prologue

Summary -

Retired and domesticated, Johnny and Simon look forward to the next step in their life as a couple - parenthood. However, initiating this process turns out to be a lot trickier than usual.

And then enters you, a tired grad student who is desperate and willing to be their surrogate for some much needed cash. Needless to say, they find themselves orbiting you - like planets to the burning sun.

Warnings - A/B/O dynamics, Metaphorical ramblings of 'killing' parts of one's personality, reader is implied to be an immigrant and POC so expect topics of misogyny, sexism and threats of forceful marriage/parenthood to pop up in later chapters, Unbeta'd and unedited contents so mistakes are inevitable, etc.

Word count - 1, 128.

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Your eyes burn. 

The black cursor blinks against the empty white expanse of your Word document, taunting you and your incapability to muster up anything to write for your thesis. You shut down your laptop after staring at the blank document file for what seems like hours, barely mustering up the concentration needed to finally name the topic of your research thesis. 

You lean back against the black ergonomic chair and it creaks under your weight, and you can feel the way your back cracks as you stretch your arms over your head. You take off your glasses, and then let your palms rub at your aching eyes as you contemplate what more you could do to distract yourself from your imminent doom. 

Between your laptop and piles of printed papers, textbooks and notes lies an opened manila envelope that has delivered devastating news to you at a crucial point of your life. 

The education system is unfair in many ways, and going into academia and research is definitely not going to be a walk in the park for you. But your passion for the subject had you undeterred - leaping at the first chance of pursuing your postgraduate degree from one of the most prestigious universities in all of the United Kingdom. And yet, the printed letter you had received last week is threatening your dream and you do not know if there is any way for you to salvage it. 

You have rapidly applied for financial aid, scholarships, internships and even odd jobs - but most of the potential employers have either ghosted you or put your name on a never-ending waitlist. You cannot wait till next year to know if they would hire you for minimum wage, damn it. 

By the time they reach out to you, you might already be well on your way back home. And you do not want to go back home. 

A few tears of frustration bubble up in your eyes, leaving hot tear tracts on your skin as you try to wipe them away. You need a break. God knows when was the last time you had slept. 

At moments like these, when life was too much and the stress made the idea of death all the more inviting to you, your inner voice - your Omega, someone you have suppressed and killed with your own violent hands, would resurface into your life like a phantom and she would haunt you with incredulous ideas and sweet impossibilities. Need someone, need Alpha, she would whisper to you all sultry, Wanna be taken care of. Too much, too much, too much-

And you would bury her remains again. 

You cannot be soft. You cannot be kind. You cannot let people know you care. 

It would only get you killed. Or worse. 

You get up to leave the room on shaky legs and your knees buckle after staying so still for hours on end. You enter the small kitchen, put the kettle filled with water on the stove and turn it up to high heat as you lean against the island and rub your hands over your languished face. You’re so tired. So fucking tired. 

The kettle simmers over the fire, letting out a small hiss from its spout. You pay it no heed. You think and think and think of all the possible ways you can salvage this mess of a situation - only to end up with nothing. 

The market hasn’t been kind, and you do work as a TA and some freelance work online as an editor to ease your financial worries, but it is not enough. 

You can always take up more shifts at the floral shop, but that can also possibly interfere with your academic schedule - which is the last thing you could possibly want. You can always call back home, but the very idea of it fills you with dread and makes your stomach turn and sicken you even more. You could-

The kettle lets out a loud whistle, steam oozing out of it rapidly and the mobile phone in your jeans rings at the same time, startling you into action. You turn and hurriedly turn the stove off, letting the kettle rest on the island as it lets out all the steam stored in the ceramic vessel. 

You abandon the pot of leafy concoction, opting to go outside into your living space to finally pick up your ringing phone. You wipe your clammy hands on a hand towel lying nearby before you swipe the green button to pick up the call. 

“Hello?” you state your name, “Who is it?”

“Good afternoon, Miss” the feminine voice greets you over the mobile, “This is the Larksky Fertility Clinic”. 

Your heart stills. 

You read the email the clinic representative had sent you after you got off the call with her. 

Alice was her name. Alice sounded like a kind woman. 

You read through the attachment files in the mail. The pamphlet outlined the vision and works of the fertility clinic, highlighting their doctors and the various fertility testing and treatments they offered to people and couples alike. The other attachment files consisted of the bare minimum information about the couple that are currently seeking you out in order to conceive. 

Mr. Simon Riley and Mr. John Mactavish. 

Both are ex-military - one of them is a personal fitness trainer and the other runs a security company. They’re willing to negotiate the price for your ‘assistance’; which is something you’re grateful for, even though you’d have done it for free once upon a time. 

While you have always been unsure about parenthood being the right path for you (and your personal aspirations and fears wouldn’t necessarily allow you to indulge in such ideas just yet), you have always wished to help people create the families they deserve. And you believe this call to be some sort of sign, corny as it might sound to some. 

Maybe it's divine intervention. Or manifestation. Or some spiritual signal. 

You have always been willing to help others out in any way possible - from taking on extra workload and sharing necessities to blood donations and volunteer work. At one point, you had been looking forward to helping people out with completing their families - eager to see them so ecstatic about becoming parents. The idea of doing this for money solely leaves your mouth dry, as if you have swallowed cotton - and yet, yet. 

It wouldn’t hurt to try, anyway. Sending out a response through your email, you confirm the time and date of the meeting with the clinic. You console yourself  and reason with your heart (or what is left of it anyway) - you need the money, you always wanted to do this, now is a good time anyway. 

A/N -

I decided to post this almost scrapped prologue in hopes to motivate myself and to keep on writing some more. Hopefully, I will be able to post more in May. Also, forgive the few grammatical errors in this piece, I haven't been too keen on correcting such errors at the moment. I will eventually clean this up later on. I just wanted to put this out there so that I can work on the later parts of this series.

[yeahimcal]

Jason Todd who is a big strong guy but absolutely melts when you press your lips against any part of his body.

A playful kiss to the back of his hand? He’s giving you the biggest heart eyes in the world. A gentle kiss to his forehead when you’re snuggled up in his bed to hide from the Gotham winter? He’s making a noise that might actually be a purr and he’s pulling you as close as possible. His cheek? He’s melting into you and nuzzling against your cheek.

If you kiss his scars be prepared for him to be the most pliant hunk of man in the world. He’s just staring at you with so much genuine adoration and love in his eyes that he’s choking on his words and he can’t stop smiling. He’s returning the favor as soon as possible, of course, kissing you silly before worshiping all your insecurities and telling you how much he loves you…

[crypticdesire]

cw: mild possessiveness, implied murder

yandere!knight who grew up inside the castle walls and found themselves always watching the child of the king. they were taught that their training was necessary to protect the royal family, so why wouldn’t they develop an interest in you? knowing details about you was the best way to protect you, so they slowly became obsessed with observing you from an appropriate distance. 

yandere!knight who finally became directly assigned to guard you when you're both adults. there was another knight being considered, but they were unfortunately killed by a thief during a trip to a nearby town. they were more suitable for the job anyway, understanding the needs of the royal heir more than any other knight, surely. who would be more attentive than them? 

yandere!knight who notices that you’ve become more curious about what lies outside the castle walls, overhearing your persistent questions directed at your parents, tutor, and other palace staff. they wonder why you’ve never directed one of your questions towards them. they probably wouldn’t have the answers you were looking for, growing up within the castle’s walls themselves, but they yearned for you to speak more than a few passing words to them. to look into their eyes and see how deeply they cared for you. to see how dedicated they were to serving you. to see how eagerly they would fulfill any of your requests. they wanted to know you felt comforted by their presence in the same way they were comforted by yours.

yandere!knight who becomes desperate enough to bridge the gap between you two that they offer to sneak you into town one night. the excitement that flashes onto your face creates a feeling within them akin to drinking a sip of cool water after going without it for days. that sip turns into a long chug when your hands finally touch, their skin making contact with your skin, as they help you onto the horse that will take you from the stables to the outskirts of the town. now that they’ve felt your hands on their waist, the normal distance placed between you feels too far. surely this feeling means they are destined to always be by your side, right?

yandere!knight who feels drunk on your laughter as they sit with you in a local tavern. a cloak hides most of your face, but your face would be recognized by few anyway with the only commoners to know your appearance being those that work in the palace. they’re sure they are in a dream when you grasp their hand pulling them with you to join the group of lively impromptu people dancing. they can’t help but think how they are the reason for your bright eyes and wide smile. it confirms that no one could know you better than they do. no one could tend to your needs better than they could. 

yandere!knight who wished they didn’t have to sneak you back into your room to have a wall separating you once again. but the giddiness of growing closer to you would linger, making them determined to take you into town again. the trips into town would be a secret they shared with you, which is why they couldn’t ignore the eyes that saw you two walking back from the stables to the castle. surely, one of the insignificant grounds keepers wouldn’t think that the knight tasked with protecting the royal heir wouldn’t notice their presence. the grounds keeper was predictably naive, being easily found alone in the stables. to ensure you could sneak into town again, they couldn’t risk someone exposing your secret. threatening your happiness. ruining the knight’s chances of being someone you relied on for protection and happiness. the grounds keeper should be happy to be given the opportunity to serve the royal family even after death as fertilizer for their expansive garden. they couldn’t pose any threat then. washing the blood off their hands a couple hours later, they wondered if the sight of them would cause you to be appalled or pleased by the evidence of their deep devotion to you. one couldn’t ask for a more dedicated knight, right?

" i'm not leaving. my life has been dedicated to serving you, so please use me "

you can check out the other yandere characters i'm developing in my pinned post !

[believe-in-alderaan]

Cal & Merrin on Koboh

[hajihiko]

The crime boat speedruns their Getting Past It therapy when they dock at a pretty island and everyone does MDMA together

[cal-flakes]

[warm hands, part one]

warnings: light swearing, alcohol consumption

rafe’s eyes narrowed as his grasp on the red solo cup tightened, observing patiently as he watched the girl shrink against the wall, backing away from the boy cornering her. his jaw clenched incessantly, so much he ran a quick hand over the muscle, easing its oncoming ache.

his gaze never moved from the interaction before him, too fixated on the possibility that if he was to look elsewhere, something bad might happen.

the feeling pooling in his stomach was inexplicable, what the hell had gotten into him? rafe cameron, giving anyone a second thought? - and a maybank, at that. yet he couldn’t help himself, instinctively pushing away from the table, surrounded by kooks, ignoring topper’s calls for him to come back.

the next hour or so was a complete blur, but he soon found himself ushering her to his car, brushing over her pleas to patch up his now bloody knuckles. “just let me take you home, alright? i’ll be fine” he groaned, already fed up with her whiny apologies.

“you didn’t have to do that for me” she sighed, shuffling as close to the passenger door as she possibly could while she stole glances at him, nervously anticipating the real rafe.

fortunately for her, the ‘real’ rafe, wasn’t what she’d assumed, more so — what she’d been told, stories dramatised by her brother and his friends.

the real rafe, was sweet — and kind, and bought her flowers when she was upset, and— she could go on forever. but oh, how beautiful he was when the sun peaked through his bedroom blinds, hair untidily splayed across his face while his warm hands lay over her exposed stomach, tracing half-awake patterns along her abdomen.

a sleepy grin crept across her face as she propped herself up, nudging him gently under the covers. “rafe..” she croaked, brushing away the strands of hair covering his eyes.

she giggled as a tired groan escaped his lips, mumbling incoherently against the pillow. “dude— c’mon..wake up! i have to leave soon and I’ll be damned if i spend the time we have left next to your deadweight” she whined, tugging at his arm childishly.

“did you just call me dude?” he questioned, cocking an eyebrow of disapproval. giggling, she mimicked his expression as she slipped out from the covers, feeling around on the floor for her clothes. sighing, he brought a hand up to pinch the bridge if his nose. “why do you have to leave?”

“y’know, my brother like, kinda hates you? and i’m sure as hell he’d rip my ears off if he knew where i was” she laughed, ignoring the hurt feeling inching across her heart. deflated, rafe lay back on the pillow, frowning. “if your brother wasn’t such an asshole, we wouldn’t have this problem..”

brows raised, she swatted at his strong chest, prompting him to hold his hands up in apology. “whatever, are you going to the bonfire tonight?” she asked, a small smile on her face as she raked her fingers through his hair. “probably not, i’ve got shit to do here” he nodded, gesturing with his hands as he explained. “well, if you decide to come, call me okay?”

“sure, let me know when you get home yeah?”

—

the walk back to the cut was tiring for most, but for her it was refreshing, she felt as though so was walking on clouds, so unbelievably elated. he was just so dreamy, and nothing like she’d heard, and the last four months she’d spent with him since that party? — it was the best she’d ever felt.

turning her attention back to the small dingy footpath, she headed for the chateau. there was little point in going home, jj was never there, and unless she was specifically looking for her father, there wasn’t much to find.

her brows furrowed as she neared the house, unnerved by the lack of constant hoots and hollers.

leaves rustled beneath her feet as she rounded the cabin, the porch windows coming into her view, and just as she thought — jj was there.

“yo, where the hell have you been?” he called, spotting her immediately before jumping up to meet her in the doorway, drawing attention from the rest of the pogues, prompting them to smile and wave. “me? i’ve been at valerie’s, i fell asleep last night when we were studying..” she spoke, lying through her teeth.

unconvinced, her brother’s eyes narrowed as his head whipped from her to the others. “you spend a lot of time with valerie huh?” he queried. “yeah? obviously? we study together” she stated, self-consciousness creeping up her neck as the others watched the interaction intently.

“you see, sister, i’ve still never met valerie, and to be honest, it’s a little suspicious…don’t you think guys?” he spoke, turning back to john b for back up, yet frowned as his friend simply shrugged, broken down by his current situation with sarah.

“it’s not suspicious jay, you’re just weird” kie argued, coming to the younger maybank’s rescue, earning a small smile of gratitude. “hmm, either way, i wanna meet her” he joked, circling the girl. “y’know, protective brother shit and all”

sighing, she slumped back into a chair, relief washing over her, thankful that kiara had gotten him to stop pushing the idea.

“are you guys going to the bonfire tonight?” she squeaked, picking at her nails anxiously. her head perked up, noticing the exchange of uncertain glances between them.

“i don’t know guys, I’ve got to figure this cross out..” pope groaned, his gaze fixed on the ancient pages in his grasp. “ahh, c’mon man, think about how much you could think, if you just gave your brain a rest!” jj explained, grinning mischievously as john b and kie leaned closer, prompting an answer.

“okay, fine” pope sighed, earning excited yells from the others as y/n simply eyed them, confused. “cross? what cross?” she asked, her eyes flickering to the diary in pope’s hand.

“all will be revealed in due course, sister, now c’mon! bonfire time!” he breathed, slinging an arm around her as he guided her to follow them to the twinkie. “wait!” he shouted suddenly, startling her. “what is it now jj?” kiara groaned, desperate to get a move on. “we gotta shotgun before we go” he stated, twirling on his feet to grab the last few cans from his six pack.

—

“okay, but dude, her father blew up— right in front of her, just give her some time!” jj spoke, patting john b on the back as they pushed through the crowed, glancing back every few moments to ensure y/n was still behind them, her hands clutching jj’s shirt.

“aaaand, we’re out of here, good luck with that one bro..” jj chuckled, pushing john b towards the girl perched on the side of the rocks.

“i need a drink..” y/n sighed, tugging jj to follow her to the makeshift drinks table on the other side of the fire.

—

“okay, seriously though— who’s valerie?” kiara joked, wiggling her eyebrows as she nudged the girl. “valerie’s my friend kie, we study together, that’s it..” y/n sighed, brushed a few hairs out of her face as she eyed the crowds, mentally wishing for rafe to turn up.

she knew he wouldn’t, he had a lot going on— especially with the recent passing of his father, but she couldn’t subside the selfish thoughts of wanting him to be there.

“hmm, whatever you say..” kiara hummed, smirking slightly, still unconvinced.

most of the night was spent laughing, drinking and smoking, rolling her eyes at jj’s constant re-enactments of old stories. it was fun, but she couldn’t help but feel like she’d have much more fun elsewhere, with him. it was almost a guilty feeling, she was fraternising with the enemy, or that’s how jj would put it. and she knew, that it would crush him to find out where his sister was sneaking off to every other night, to find out who valerie really was, but she was happy, and she wanted it to last as long as possible without interference.

but the laughing, drinking, and smoking— was just the calm before the storm. her face suddenly contorted as the warmth of her brother was quickly ripped away, her eyes flickering to him as he dashed through the crowd, followed by pope and kiara.

“what the hell..” she muttered, tossing the empty can away before rushing after them, only to find herself in the middle of a kook vs pogue brawl.

“jj! no!” she yelled, her arm moving to grab his shirt instinctively as he threw himself between john b and topper. “y/n don’t, you’ll get yourself hurt..” pope spoke, pulling her back towards him and kiara, watching as john b, jj, topper and kelce pushed and shoved one another around the bonfire. she shrieked suddenly as she saw sarah fall to the ground, finding herself rushing to cameron’s side.

“sarah! are you okay?” she spoke, exasperated as she struggled against the push of the growing crowd. reaching down, she helped the girl to her feet as kiara rushed over also, shielding the pair from the fight.

“where the fuck is y/n!” she heard jj yell over the crowd, searching for her, ducking between multiple arms being thrown. “she’s over here!” kiara called back, waving an arm in the air before ushering y/n away, guiding her to the twinkie. she nodded as sarah gave the pair an apologetic smile, before she disappeared back into the crowd.

—

“it was horrible! jj’s got a huge gash in his face, me and kiara just spent ages cleaning the blood off the pair of them!” she cried through the phone, prompting his heart to ache at her teary voice. “i’m sorry you had a bad time sweetheart..” he croaked, voice jittery and trembling. “wait— are you okay?” she asked, concern washing over her for the umpteenth time that night as she lay under the covers of her temporary bed in the chateau’s spare room.

“i’m fine, look, i’ve gotta go, alright?” he rushed, ending the phone call abruptly before the scraping sound of a credit card could meet her ears.

huffing, she tossed her phone aside, shaking away the anxious thoughts as she sank further into the sheets, letting the tiredness take over, finally.

[breakfastteatime]

To Cere’s complete not-surprise, Cal’s asleep not long after she coaxed him into changing out of his icy clothing. He’s burrowed under nearly every blanket left on the ship, hair splayed across his pillow. He's finally lost the ashen, blue-tinted skin tone too, a distinctly pink tone flushing his cheeks. Cere places the back of her hand against his forehead and finds a healthy warmth rather than signs of a fever. She can't contain her relieved sigh.

Stirring under her touch, Cal makes a valiant attempt at waking up. "Cere?"

"Shhhh." She runs a hand through his hair, red strands surprisingly soft between her fingers. "Go back to sleep."

Cal drifts off. Cere leaves him be under BD’s watchful gaze. “If you’re worried, come and get me,” she tells him.

BD whistles and nuzzles closer to Cal, who stirs again, raises an arm for BD to sneak under, and mumbles something unintelligible before settling again. Content to leave them, Cere retreats and heads through the ship.

“So, Bogano?” Greez asks as Cere enters the cockpit.

“Bogano,” she agrees.

Greez glances into the depths of the ship. “Kid asleep?”

“Yes,” Cere says. “BD’s with him. He’s going to need a day or two before he’s ready for Dathomir.” She knows what he said, and believes he’s emotionally ready, but they’d best make sure he’s not suffering any ill effects before he takes on another challenge.

“Great, because I need time to work myself up for Dathomir and its dead witches, and I’m not the one who took a dive in freezing water during a whiteout blizzard.” Greez’s hands fly over the ship’s controls, preparing the jump to hyperspace. “He’s got enough blankets, right? You know the ship runs cold when we’re going full speed and I’m pretty sure he was turning blue before so – ”

“He’s got every blanket except two – yours and mine. He’s dry, wearing warm clothes, and he’s got BD with him. And he's talking in his sleep."

“Okay.” Greez’s shoulders drop down. “Good. I’ll make him some more soup later.”

“Might want to wait until tomorrow,” Cere says. “If we hear a peep out of him tonight, I’ll eat my datapad.”

“I’ll take that bet,” Greez says.

[llumimoon]

Happy Valentines Day!! <33 Have a cute little Oakworthy date hehehe

[littlequackerman]

im playing Jedi fallen order for the first time and it's actually killing me rn, in flashbacks when Cal is training with jaro topal he's in that chamber with the boxes in the walls that can move, and it's almost the exact same design as the imperial cadet training chamber Ezra competed in when he was undercover in the first season of Star Wars Rebels

The chambers Jedi padawans used to train in to learn to use the force became training grounds for the empire's cadets

It really just shows how the glorious republic truly became the empire after order 66 and it's actually destroying me

[thehalfbloodfreak]

The way Cal literally paused when Zee told him “May the force be with you all” because no one ever says it to him first let alone back to him anymore

[jacnaylor]

[multifandom-simp-page]

An Elevator of All Places

Pairing: Cal Kestis x GN!Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary/Request: Based on this request

I think this is gender neutral? Please let me know if it’s mistagged

There is a mention of killing, violence, and yk general empire shinanigans. Please let me know if there's anything I missed!

You shivered, “Ugh I hate Imp bases” You groaned as you followed BD and cal through the dark hallways of the base, your lightsabre gripped in your palm as you kept alert for any stray stormtroopers wandering around. 

The slight click of your boots made you jump every so often, on edge and exhausted as you spent the past few days going out nonstop with Cal. Leaving early in the morning and not returning till long past even your crewmates retired to bed. 

Cal had noticed your recent fatigue and promised today would be the last day before you both took a few days off, catching up on some much needed rest and proper cuddles. You suddenly stumbled as your eyes drooped, tripping over your own foot. 

Cal was quick to look over his shoulder as you tumbled to the ground. Pain shooting up your thighs as your knees hit the cold metal of the hallway floor. You groaned as you braced yourself with your hands, hearing the clattering of your lightsabre as it slid across the floor and feeling Cal’s gloved hand grip your shoulder. 

He immediately jumped to check you for injuries as you rocked mack to sit on your heels, “I'm fine Cal, just took a tumble that's all” You assured as you spoke softly, watching his brows furrow in worry. 

“Are you sure? You can barely keep your eyes open…” His tone was laced with worry as his other hand came up to your face, his thumb swiping under your eye, where you knew deep eyebags were sunken and dark in color. 

“I'm just a bit tired, lets's finish clearing the base and just get out of here okay? Merrin promised to make dinner and I can’t wait to see what she cooks up” You gave a light chuckle at the end of your sentence, assuring your very worried Jedi boyfriend that you were okay. 

You knew he didn’t quite believe you but he smiled and helped you off the floor anyway, BD crawling off his shoulder as he stood, opting to run a bit further down the hall. You brushed off your pants and summoned your lightsabre to you, continuing through the base. 

-

After another hour or so you and Cal had finally made it back to the exit, only running into two groups of stormtroopers, and some droids. Now you were both making a beeline for the exit with a purge trooper hot on your heels. BD had quickly run out of stims between the two of you and Cal decided he’d rather not risk either of you coming out of it any more banged up than you already were, thus deciding to hightail it out of the base for the time being. 

You didn’t know the extent of his injuries but you were sure they were worse than yours. He had taken the brunt of the blows for you, seeing as the fatigue of your recent journeys was hitting harder on you than it was on him. 

You were racing ahead down the hallway with BD on you shoulder to get the service elevator while Cal staggered behind, trying to keep the Purge trooper occupied with a blaster you had picked up off of one of the troopers you killed. 

Adreniline was pumping through your veins as you rushed to the operating pad, allowing BD to jump off your shoulder and start tinkering with it to call the elevator. Your head whipped around to see Cal rounding the corner at mock speed, his eyes wild as he sprinted towards you. As you turned your head back to BD to see the progress, the corner of your eye caught a glimpse of black and purple rounding the corner after him. 

“How much longer BD?” You shouted as you heard the furious thudding of boots approaching. BD didn’t answer as the doors opened with a ding. BD quickly scampered inside and you stepped in placing your had on the door to hold them open, turning to see your companion closing in on the elevator. 

Your heart dropped as you saw the purge trooper dangerously close behind Cal, you bit the inside of your cheek as gauged the distance Cal had and your chest tightened at your realization. He had a good fifteen feet before he would be in the clear, you could see the way his chest heaved and you knew with the way the purge trooper was gaining on Cal that he wouldn’t make it. 

You moved to step out of the elevator to help Cal but winced and clutched your side, where a storm trooper had nicked you in the side with their blaster. You looked at Cal and outstretched your hand, using the force to pull the blaster from his grip and bring it to you. 

Once the blaster reached your hands you wasted no time using it to shoot at the purge trooper beind Cal, and barely moved quick enough for him to get in the elevator, and usher BD to close the doors. 

The last thing you saw as the elevator doors sealed was the Purge trooper slashing their staff across them, leaving a red mark streaking across the doors. You sighed and slumped down against the side of the elevator next to Cal. Leaning your head against his shoulder and clasping his hand in yours.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze and kissed the crown of your head, chuckling as BD settled into your lap. “Thanks for the save, that was a close one,” He said lightheartedly as you hummed, you eyes falling shut. 

The gentle hum and passing lights of the elevator came to a jolting stop and the scraping of metal wretched your ears. Cal shifted and BD jumped up, tinkering with the command board. He beeped and you groaned, “Great, now were stuck, and in an elevator of all places” you grumbled and curled into Cal’s side. 

He simply chuckles “Yeah, yeah. Just rest a bit for now, me and BD will fix it and ill wake you up when were ready to head back to the Mantis” He said and you made a noise of agreement, your body ached and your head was pounding. A nap sounded just right. 

- The next morning you awoke to find yourself in your and Cal’s shared courters, your wounds delicately bandaged and your clothes changed to something comfy. You smiled and curled back into Cal, who was laying next to you in a similar state, ‘Of course he carried you back’ You rolled your eyes internally but couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on your face.

-

This was a fun little drabble! I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks so much for the request, I did take my own creative liberty with it and I think it turned out super good!

[empressofkalumina]

And would like to do it again.

[believe-in-alderaan]

“I know what I want now...”

[apollos-calliope]

touch tank is going wonderfully! i’ve reached exactly the point where the smut is and then my brain went blank