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toska-writes · 1 year

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helloo! i love your writing so much and i wonder would you like to write commander cody with padawan reader, it's after order 66. and as we know in bad batch s2 he's gone to AWOL right? so what if he go to other planets anywhere and meet reader again (let's pretend he already removed his chip lol) imagine how he feels guilt meeting his little padawan after trying to kill her and her master (obi-wan) and how the reader react meeting him again especially looking at her cody sun armor become gray like shadow unlike him.

(sorry if my english kinda messed up, and have a great day!! <3)

Wow, just wow

“Sunshine”

Summary: after order 66 Cody jumps at only the chance to get at least one person from his old life back- no matter the cost

Paring: Cody x GN padawan Reader (it’s platonic!)

Warning: hurt/comfort nightmares ptsd let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 1822

Notes: I’m very proud of this one and I hope you enjoy! It’s also not proofread because I need some sleep

Cody’s head hurt again.

But it wasn’t like last time, he was in control now and always will be.

“How are you feeling Kotes?” Rex came around the tables and laid a hand on Cody’s shoulder.

To be honest Cody wasn’t sure what he was feeling, if anything. Nausea sat in the pit of his stomach but he feared that it wasn’t just from the procedure he went through.

A hand reached up to the side of his head, the fresh bandage felt course under his hand- the all to familiar feeling of before.

“I’m fine.” Cody’s voice was raspy and burned his throat- Rex picked up on this and quickly went to get him a drink of water.

There he sat alone.

He was alone for a while now, but nothing like this. If you went back a few week you would see the small spark of hope illuminating in his eyes.

Cody wasn’t sure of a lot of things since the war ended but maybe it was the illusion of hope that he and Crosshair could escape together.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

Then Cody went AWOL. Finally it seemed that he got his mind right- the headaches and the dreams that plagued him however said otherwise.

Rex walked back in. Cody’s eyes were clouded in thought as he sat unmoving on the table.

Placing a ginger hand on his knee Rex has never seen is brother in such a state. But the way he felt in this moment- finally getting his free will totally returned to him was something he would never forget.

“Hey Kotes,” Rex helped him to his feet and lend him out into the halls. “We found something you might need to take a look at.”

Cody almost instantly snapped back to attention as the pair of brothers made their way back to the ship they arrived on.

“A few radars picked up on some chatter from the bounty hunters guild.” Rex returned to the Captain Cody knows and loves, things were going back to how they use to be.

“Why would your crew have any interest in the guilds?” Cody questioned, a little slow to connect the dots. “Your fighting an empire here.”

Rex stared at him for a moment, his try at a sarcastic tone clearly flew over Rex’s head.

It was one of the only times Cody has ever seen Rex so unsure about what he was about to say. “We picked up Y/N’s location. The bounty for Jedi are unbelievably high and I’m worried if one of us doesn’t get there in time it might go sour.”

Cody froze in his seat, the end of Rex’s sentence seemed to go blurry. The moment replayed every hour of the day, awake or asleep. He memorized the moment when he watched Obi-wan fall from that terrible hight.

He remembered the look you gave him as he turned to you, your lightsaber coming up in your shaky hands staring at him.

“Cody what’s going on?”

“I- they made it?” Cody looked at Rex, the dark thought that he was playing a terrible joke on him.

Rex only nodded his confirmation. Waiting for Cody to see just want he would do.

You wouldn’t want to see him. Cody didn’t even want to see himself. The terrors he’s created would never wash off no matter how hard he scrubbed.

The armor that surrounded him all his life was striped away, just like everything he has ever known. His sunshine was stripped away as well.

Taking a shaky breath in Cody whispered. “Take me to them.”

•••

Your head hurt again.

It was just like the last time, the moment you realized nobody was on your side anymore.

The purge left you stranded by yourself, unsure of what to do you fled as far as you could.

The outer rim served its purpose for now but the empire was expanding, and the hunters became bolder with their search.

Against your better judgment you tried to reach Ahsoka, Hunter even but it was no use.

Maybe now you were by yourself. Cutoff.

You sat up straight in your makeshift bed. The sheets bawled into your fist as your chest heaved and sweet ran down your back.

You weren’t safe even in your own mind.

You watched him fall. The scream you let out as you lost him over the edge. Everyone around you went off.

Cody. Your Cody turned to you next- all around you heard the all too familiar sound of blasters raising. Cody aimed for you as you brought your weapon up, the thought of hurting any of them never crossed your mind before.

“Cody.” You had tried. “Cody what’s going on?”

The blaster that was shot at you was the moment you woke this time. Other times you weren’t as lucky to be spared with the memory.

The sky was masked with the darkness of the night, your clock told you at you barely sleep 2 hours since you tried to go to sleep.

You gathered yourself as practically dragged yourself to the only window in your “home”

This wasn’t home. Nothing would come close to what the word use to mean to you, but it was soemthing keeping you mildly safe.

The sky above never really changed, it was the only constant you found after the end of the war. The only thing you could depend on that would never harm you.

Your head buzzed again, for a split second you turned to your hidden saber, the weapon you couldn’t pick up since you arrived on this rock. The crystal within buzzed constantly in your ear, begging to be picked up once again.

It use to be a background noise that grounded you, but things have changed.

You stared into the darkness for a moment, the lightsaber wasn’t it. Turning your attention back to the outside world the familiar feeling felt crooked in your chest.

It wasn’t really right, but it was something you recognized none the less.

A cloak that you threw around yourself countless times before made its way to your shoulders- masking you from others and you left closing your door silently behind you.

For a moment you thought maybe, just maybe it was your master heat to tell you everything would be ok, to help you just as he had countless times before.

But you couldn’t think like that, like you use too. Hope burned within you as you followed the force you tried desperately to get rid of.

•••

Cody tried the comm channel he used countless times before, he could practically put it in with his eyes closed.

But of course no answer.

He did try once before- the first night he ran from the empire, alone in the back of a transport ship he tried to reach the Jedi he grew fond of.

It was one of the only instants the commanders eyes watered slightly and his nose ran.

Rex was waiting near by with the ship as he walked the streets of this planet alone. His armor was covered with a poncho Rex lent him and frankly it was the best he could do.

He hoped that you weren’t here, the disgusting streets and inhabitants made him sick. But what if this was better than see him again?

Cody shook that last thought. His hand shook slightly at his side which was a nervous habit he picked up a long time ago.

His eyes scanned the dark scenery for any sign that you might have been here, a sign Cody hoped nobody else could pick up on.

On instinct he turned down an alley to his left, this was definitely not the place to be at this time.

His eyes squinted trying to pin point a figure towards the end. This was the only time he wished for his helmet that didn’t seem his own.

Something ate at the inside of him again. His breath was sparse wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. If his mind was no longer his own.

The figure took a few steps from the shadows that engulfed them. The moon illuminated someone that haunted every minute of his life.

You held a blaster out in front of you, but this time you didn’t shake.

Cody didn’t dare take another step. His eyes were firmly planted on the ground as he kneeled down dropping his blaster in front of him.

“Cody?”

He could only nod, afraid that his voice would highlight just how vulnerable he felt in this very moment.

But he had to say something, he couldn’t leave you again.

“I’m- I’m so sorry kid.” His voice broke through his words. This uncertain feeling engulfed him like a flame showing no mercy. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

You stared at him for a moment. Taking in the sight- clearly things were different. The sunshine was stripped from him. His eyes, though they tried to avoid you, seemed hollow.

You thought of two things in this moment.

You wanted to run, run from someone that could hurt you all over again, someone that you weren’t even sure you could trust.

You could try to hang onto one of the only things that you so desperately needed. You needed someone.

The blaster clanked to the ground as you walked to Cody. Your guard was up but the tears betrayed what you were really hoping for.

You hoped that Cody was himself again.

Cody looked up, your familiar eyes caught his own. The tears that he dried so many times fell across your cheeks, and he only wished to dry them one more time.

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say, his mind left him and he could only mutter the only words that went through his head, as if they could make everything better.

You kneeled down with him. For a second Cody thought this might be a dream of his own and this was the moment that he would loose you once again.

But you stayed.

Quickly you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him flushed against you.

Cody wasted no time crushing you into him. You cling to him as he continued to whisper small apologies into your hair.

Through the muffled sniffles you voiced. “I liked your other armor kot’ika.”

For the first time in a while Cody found himself giving an actual laugh.

He nodded as he griped you even tighter as if he was afraid that if he let go you would leave.

“I think I could use some help painting it again.” He spoke a little louder. The emotions still sounded in his voice.

It was your turn to nod into his chest. For the first time in a while You found yourself crying tears of relief that finally someone was here for you again.

This time you weren’t going to let him go again.

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vibrantbirdy · 10 months

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You are so incredibly talented! I love reading all of your works! : )

Could I request a Cal Kestis x female reader (or OC, no preference really). I’ve been super into the game recently and just love his character. Maybe a really strong female character, but she gets flustered by Cal’s confidence, and how much she has grown to like him more than friends. I totally see him being a complete flirt (but still sweet). Haha. I’ve always had this idea that it would be cool for a force user to show someone what it’s like by holding their hand and pulling something to them (like aiding them in using the force). Stupid maybe I don’t know lol, basically Cal being suave and laying it on thick. Fluff, crack, little spice, I’m here for whatever creative piece you get going ❤️

Firstly, thank you for your lovely words! Secondly, yay, Cal! Thank you, I'm glad someone's asked for Cal, this is a cute prompt.

Character x Reader requests are currently open in my Asks. Please read the guidelines first. Masterlist of my fics can be found here.

Title: Proximity Fandom: Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order/Survivor Games Setting: Prior to events of Jedi Survivor Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Fluff - This is tooth-rotting fluff with a little added spice as requested ;) Warnings: This fic is 18+ so please heed and respect the adult rating. Descriptions of sexual longing/arousal; one scene of strong consensual sex - nothing too descriptive but probably on the borderline of (hopefully still sweet) mild smut. Pairing: Cal Kestis x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: approx 5.5k (Because I have no self control) Summary: You are an accomplished Coruscanti thief who has been recruited by the Rebel Jedi, Cal Kestis. As you join him and his crew on their adventures aboard the Mantis, you and Cal have to navigate your growing feelings for each other.

You are standing in some Imperial-worshipping Senator's private vault in a bank nestled deep in the heart of Coruscant's palatial financial district. You've just located your prize - a data stick containing the names of high standing political and military figures within the Empire who have Republic, perhaps even Rebel leaning sympathies.

It's the Senator's insurance policy, his get out of jail free card - something he can produce at the eleventh hour in case his unwavering loyalty to the Empire turns out not to be enough to save him from the pull and push of the Imperial tide of oppression swelling across the Galaxy.

You'll sell the data stick to one Rebel faction or another, whoever is willing to pay most for your service in getting information out of Imperial hands and aiding the Rebel's recruitment drive in the process.

You're in the middle of internally congratulating yourself on successfully extracting the data stick from its complex security casing when a male voice, almost conversational in tone, rings out behind you.

"I can't let you leave with that."

Startled, you whirl around to see a man standing no more than a meter away from you. You wonder how long he's been there, watching you.

He has bright ginger hair which is swept back from his face, short at the back and sides, but longer on top and slightly ruffled. His matching red stubble sits on his cheeks, chin, upper-lip and travels up his well-defined jawline to his ears. He is dressed simply in a fawn shirt, dark grey pants, and sturdy brown boots.

A small red and white droid, bipedal, with a flat rectangular head and two photoreceptors, one slightly larger and beadier than the other, hangs almost casually off his shoulder like a pet. It's a BD unit, you think.

Both the man and the droid are rather dirty, but then, so are you after squeezing your way through a maze of dusty ventilation shafts. It makes sense the only possible way they could have gotten in here is the same way you did.

The stranger is holding something metal in his right hand that glints occasionally in the vault's dim security lighting, but you can't quite work out what it is. A weapon?

You raise your blaster.

"Don't!" he shouts, holding out a palm towards you, "The vault is magnetically sealed, if you miss, that bolt's going to cause us both a world of problems."

You raise an eyebrow because one, you already know that, and two...

"Bold of you to assume I'll miss at point blank range," you say levelly.

You keep your weapon trained steadily at the young man's chest.

He adjusts his grip on whatever it is he is holding and a green beam of light extends from the hilt of what you now realise is a lightsaber. A deep thrumming sound resonates around the small chamber.

A Jedi. Great.

You thought they were all extinct after the Emperor's purge. Briefly, childhood memories of evening strolls with your parents past the monumental ziggurat of the Jedi temple glowing golden in the low Coruscanti sun flash through your mind. You remember the thrill of excitement at seeing the Jedi, elegant and regal in their grand robes, lightsabers clinking at their belts as they swept by on important Republic business.

Right now? Here? This is the last place you want to see one.

The light from the blade illuminates the young man's face which, you have to admit, is a rather attractive combination of youthful and rugged. His nose and cheeks are peppered with freckles and his eyes contain green irises so deep in colour that they almost match his blade. A thin, red scar runs almost horizontally across the bridge of his nose, dipping down onto his right cheek. The ghost of a smirk is now playing on his lips and it has the irritating effect of making him more handsome.

You don't know why, but for some reason, you trust him instinctively not to try and cut you in half with that humming beam of hot, vibrating energy. At a stalemate, you lower your blaster. He follows your lead by deactivating the blade of his saber immediately.

"If you make me a good offer, you can have this right now," you say, one hand on your hip, the other waving the data stick in front of him impatiently.

You never like staying on the scene of a job too long and you are starting to feel on edge.

"I've got ... uhhh ... one hundred credits?"

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly as he speaks. He knows it's a stupidly lowball offer and you scoff loudly to let him know you think so too.

"Look, I know the ISB would pay a lot for information like this but..."

"I don't sell to the Empire," you snarl, cutting him off.

He holds up his hands in a gesture of apology which seems genuine enough. He tries again.

"I really need to get this to a contact in the Mid Rim..."

"The Mid Rim?" you interrupt abruptly, "that's off-world."

"Yeah..." his brow furrows and a slow, quizzical smile spreads across his face at the obviousness of your statement.

You curse yourself for being as predictable as a cheap holo novel. All your life you've lived on Coruscant. You've never been anywhere else. These days, the endless maze of unnatural, lifeless spires and struts and blocks of artificial construction seem to press in and in and in on you so that, despite the sprawling size of the metropolis, it feels like you are living in a tiny metal cage.

Still, this stranger didn't need to know that, and you realise you've given him his angle - a bargaining chip.

"I can't buy it off you," he reasons, "I don't have the credits, but I do have a proposal. Work with me and my crew. It's regular and we're rarely on one world for too long..."

There it is...

You got in here," he continues, gesturing around the vault, "we could use someone with your skill set. And, you get to piss off the Empire in the process."

You consider his offer. You are used to working alone and you don't like the complications that come with relying on others. Trusting anyone is difficult after fending for yourself, all alone, so successfully and for so long....

But with the Empire continuing to close their fist around all aspects of daily life, work was difficult to come by on Coruscant these days. Thieving in the city from Imperial targets in particular was becoming more and more fraught with danger.

While it riled you that he was able to read you so easily, really, what did you have to lose? Because by the Force did you not want to get off Coruscant? Isn't this what you'd been waiting for your whole life? An adventure?

"One job," you counter pragmatically, extending your hand to shake his, "And we'll see how it goes from there."

"Cal Kestis," he introduces himself with a disarmingly friendly smile, "And deal."

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One job turns into another then another and another. Weeks turn into months and soon you've been on Cal's ship - well, borrowed ship you had come to learn - the Mantis for nearly half a year.

You've grown close with the crew of the Mantis. Cal, Gabs, Bravo and the two hulking Klatooinine twins, Lizz and Koob. This type of camaraderie is new to you. You really thought you'd struggle with it, that your independent nature would rail against the confines of living in close quarters with ship mates and fitting your own whims and desires and wants around others. In reality, you've never felt more at home. You didn't realise how lonely you had become before.

And the missions you run with the crew are exhilarating. This new life is so much more than just pilfering here and there from the Empire. You feel like you are really making a difference, like you're spitting directly in the face of the Imperial machine with every job. You feel like a Rebel.

It's not all sabotage and espionage and fighting Stormtroopers though. Off duty, life on the Mantis is mainly based around friendly joshing and winding each other up. And the dull minutiae of life still goes on.

Like now.

You and Cal are patching up the Mantis while the others are out on a supply run. You are currently crouched on your haunches so that the service hatch you are examining on one of the walls inside the ship is at eye level.

Cal is stood behind you, arms folded across his chest. You've been arguing good naturedly about what the problem is with the engine cooling system for an hour and you are now impatiently waiting for BD-1 to finish his scan to find out which one of you is right.

The little droid crawls out from the tangle of wires and gives you little nod and a boop of approval. You pat BD on his rectangular head and he scurries up your arm and on to your shoulder.

"I told you that was the problem," you say, craning your neck to look up at Cal with a triumphant grin.

You gesture to the wiring tool in his hand.

"Give that to me, I'll do it."

The Jedi looks down at the small instrument in his hand then tosses it up in the air and catches it again. He has that mischievous look on his face, the one you've learned to recognise as a sign that he's about to do something really annoying.

"Kestis..." you warn standing up, unable to stop your lips curling into a smile.

You make a lunge for the tool in his hand, but he's too quick. In a flash, he's holding it up above his head. Cal is almost a head taller than you and there's no way you can reach that high, even when you stretch up onto your tiptoes.

Instead, you decide to play dirty. You jab him hard in both his sides with your fingers where you know he's ticklish. He makes a funny sort of snorting noise in surprise and his hand drops for long enough that you manage to snatch the tool from him and make off with it at great speed.

Cal darts after you, both of you careering in to the kitchen of the Mantis, the thud and scrape of your boots on the ship's durasteel grated floor ringing throughout the ship in chorus with your laughter.

BD-1 takes this opportunity to leap of your shoulder and onto the kitchen table with an indignant whirr, determined not to get involved in this organic tomfoolery.

Cal is on you in seconds. He grabs you around the middle and lifts you off the ground with ease, spinning you around and deliberately tickling you in between making grabs for the wiring tool.

You squeal and let out perhaps the most ridiculous giggle to ever escape your mouth. You can't let him get away with forcing you to make a noise like that so you elbow him in the stomach. It's only a gentle prod really, but it's enough to make him grunt and let go of you.

As Cal doubles over, winded, you sprint back around to the opposite side of kitchen table holding the instrument aloft and performing a little victory dance.

Across the table, Cal straightens and, with a cocky look on his face, he stretches his arm out towards you. You stumble forwards slightly as if pulled forwards by an invisible rope tied around your wrist as he uses the Force to tear the tool easily out of your hand and bring it flying through the air to rest in his own outstretched palm.

"That's cheating!" you say, breathlessly.

Despite your half-hearted admonishment, in reality, you're delighted. And you're certain Cal knows it. The more time you spend with him, the more that old fascination you held as a child with the strange powers of the Jedi has returned. You are always enchanted by Cal's displays of Force ability.

"Alright kids, we almost ready to go?" Gabs' voice echoing through from the Mantis' doorway signals the return of the others.

Cal shrugs at you and you both grin, panting from your exertions. Keeping his green eyes locked on yours, he backs casually towards the door to help Gabs and the others load up the supply crates. Just before he exits the ship, he tosses the wiring tool to you underarm and you catch it with an elaborate flourish and twirl that makes him laugh.

You return to your work fixing the Mantis's cooling system with BD-1. You try to concentrate, but you feel slightly giddy. You can still feel Cal's strong arms against your body as if they remain wrapped around you. His masculine scent, pleasant and earthy and fresh like petrichor, seems to linger in your proximity and on your skin.

BD-1 tries his best to keep you right. He trills or nudges you every so often either to correct your wiring or to encourage you to stop staring into space with that inane, absent-minded smile.

When you lie in your cot bed that night, the hum of the Mantis' hyperdrive lulls you into a comfortable drowsiness and your thoughts return, unbidden, to Cal.

Over the past few months, it's like the very idea of him nestled deep into your brain and now refuses to budge. Every morning when you wake, you look forward to the sight of his honest, open, expressive face. The warmth of his slightly crooked smile. The way his red brows arch when he finds something funny before he squeezes his eyes shut so tight that they crinkle at the corners as he throws back his head, letting out peels of joyful, open-mouthed laughter.

Even when he has those strange moments of quiet introspection which you don't quite understand yet, you find it hard not to watch him. You can't help it, even although you sometimes feel like you are intruding on a private, sacred moment of reflection. It's always the same. His eyes glaze over as he stares out into the distance at nothing, a muscle works in his chiselled jaw, and then his head drops as if in dignified, melancholic prayer. These periods never last too long - not when he has a crew to lead.

There's no point in denying it anymore, at least not to yourself anyway. Your feelings for Cal go beyond comradeship; beyond friendship. And a hopeful notion has formed in your head that he might actually feel the same way about you.

It's both frightening and exhilarating at the same time.

A sudden heat blooms deep within your very core and rises in your cheeks as your mind conjures the image, no, the feeling of Cal's solid, toned body, pressed against yours in a feverish, impassioned embrace, your limbs entwined, fingers woven tightly through the flames of his red hair

Force, you want him.

You place a palm against the cool durasteel wall above your head that separates your room from the Jedi's. You wonder what he's thinking of on the other side of the thin sheet of metal.

****************************************

Cal Kestis can't sleep. Like most Jedi, he can't actually read the thoughts of others, but his connection to the Force allows him to feel the emotions and state of mind of those around him.

Over the past few months, the Jedi has noticed your feelings for him blossoming into something more than friendship, mirroring the growth of his own affections for you.

But tonight, Cal can sense that something in your emotional frequency has changed. Evolved. A clarity, a new and vigorous and glorious certainty in your desire for him radiates incandescent through the Force. It's like the smouldering embers of a fire have ignited into a ferocious blaze.

As the feeling permeates through the thin sheet-metal wall dividing you, the intensity of it, the heat of it, drives him crazy. He wants to rip through the flimsy partition separating you and give you everything you want from him and more. His whole body is aflame with almost painful arousal and he is aching to bring himself release.

Cal resists, teetering on the very edge of giving himself over to his desire. Is this voyeuristic? Is he trespassing? Crossing some unspoken line? Should he be trying to block you out? He doesn't know.

The Jedi hisses through his teeth in frustration. Reluctantly, he rolls out of bed and, sinking to his knees on the floor, surrenders himself to the Force in search of whatever temporary solace he can find in meditation.

Even as he does so, he knows that the only real relief he'll be able to get now is if he can find it with you.

***************************************

The crew of the Mantis are taking some time to rest after a run of particularly eventful jobs. You've landed on the quiet world of Brax at the edge of the Mid Rim. It's a beautiful, lush planet adorned with meadows of wildflowers, glassy lakes and sprawling coniferous forests.

Everyone is making the most of their down time.

Gabs and Bravo have gone off for a hike in the nearby woods.

BD-1 is having a well earned oil bath on the Mantis.

The twins are snoozing in the meadow amongst the flowers. When you'd crept past them earlier, you'd smiled fondly - the peaceful serenity on their faces was such an odd juxtaposition to their usual chaotic enthusiasm for life.

Having successfully sneaked past Lizz and Koob without waking them, you are now sitting atop a large slab of rock which juts up and out of the meadow. You alternate between admiring the view of the lake and cleaning your blaster.

It is a warm day, but a gentle cooling breeze keeps the heat at bay. A gust suddenly whips up the heady, sweet smell of wildflowers all around you. For some reason the scent triggers something inside you, your heart suddenly full to bursting with a strange concoction of melancholy and joy.

To think that all this beauty, all this Galaxy was just out here, waiting, your whole life. And if you'd never met Cal, you might still be crawling through filthy ventilation shafts smelling of metal and damp and darkness just to get by on Coruscant.

You are just about ready to reassemble your weapon when you look up from your task towards where the Jedi is meditating with his back to you. He's kneeling a few meters in front of you on the sandy shore by the still water. You always think it's strange how he chooses to sit on his knees, rather than cross-legged. It looks uncomfortable to you, but he seems to be able to sit like that for anywhere up to an hour. Maybe you'll ask him about it one day.

Cal is shirtless. Even from here, you can see the freckles littered like celestial constellations across his strong back and down his broad shoulders and muscled arms. You take the opportunity to admire the outlines and angles of his taut, athletic body.

You start as the Jedi begins to stand. You'd rather not get caught staring at him quite so openly and you quickly shift your gaze back to your blaster which is still in its various component parts.

Cal turns and advances towards you up the beach and onto the grassy meadow. You pretend not to have noticed him at all, but you keep catching glimpses of him in your peripheral vision. He walks a few paces, then stops and looks around as if he's searching for something on the ground. Then he crouches down. He does this several times.

What is he up to?

"Hey," Cal says casually as he finally wanders over to you.

He has to crane his neck to speak to you, perched as you are on top of your rock, and use a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. He's hiding something behind his back you realise.

"Oh, hey," you reply, as if you're surprised to see him there.

He pulls his hand from behind his back and reaches up to you. In his grasp is a bunch of wildflowers, beautiful pastel blues and pinks and purples.

You exclaim softly in surprise, a rather giddy sound that makes Cal beam up at you. As you take the blooms from him, his fingertips, calloused and tough from years of wielding a weapon in combat, brush gently against your hand. Even that small touch feels like a spark of electricity arching between you.

"See you at dinner," he says, and he's clearly pleased with himself as he retreats towards the Mantis, head held high, a jaunt in his step.

As you twist in your seated position to watch him disappear into the ship, you realise you were so enchanted by the gesture that you forgot to say thank you.

That's the thing about Cal Kestis. He's completely disarming. He has a rare, effortless charisma and an easy, flirtatious way about him that is somehow both sweet and suave at the same time. Few men you've met have ever managed to render you so flustered.

You look down at the delicate blooms in your hand and bring them to your nose, inhaling their fresh scent. Smiling to yourself, you shake loose the functional way you usually wear your hair to keep it out of your face and retie it, carefully weaving the wildflowers that Cal has picked for you through your locks.

When you come in for dinner - Bravo's turn to cook - Cal is already sitting at the kitchen table. He looks up and inclines his head to the side as he takes you in, his eyes widening. You blush furiously to see the genuine pleasure at the sight of you and your decorated hair written so openly on his face.

Amid the usual convivial hubbub and chaos of dinner in the Mantis' kitchen, you and Cal steal glances at each other across the table.

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That evening, the moon is low and yellow in Brax's dark sky, hanging like a ball of golden light above the lake. You have an hour or so before you all depart for a rendezvous with a contact on Naboo. It's the twins' turn to do pre-flight checks and you find yourself on the shores of the water, skimming stones with Cal to kill time.

Before joining the crew of the Mantis you'd never skimmed a stone in your life. Not many places to do that on Coruscant. But Gabs in particular is an ace at it and she's taught you well.

Cal spots a likely candidate for his next projectile and he brings it flying casually into his hand using his Jedi abilities.

"What does it feel like like?" You ask, suddenly.

Cal smiles at you, seemingly understanding that you are talking about the Force. He hesitates for a second, looking down at the stone in his open palm. Then he places it back on the ground in an obvious position, nestled in the sand a few feet in front of you, and moves round to stand behind you.

He's so close you can feel his heart beating against his chest. Instinctively, you lean back into him, enjoying the safe feeling that his nearness gives you, and the warmth of his body against yours in the chill night air.

"It's time for instruction," he says softly.

He's said that phrase before when he's showing anyone how to do something new. You've come to understand that it's a fond impression of his late Master's dignified voice - a touching habit you've always thought.

Tonight it sounds different. His tone is light and teasing, but the smirk you can hear as he speaks makes the words sound almost seductive in a way that causes something to flip then tighten in the pit of your abdomen.

"Hold out your hand."

You extend your right arm, holding your palm outwards as you've seen Cal do many times. He places his own palm against the back of your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours.

His other hand comes to rest at your waist, pulling you ever so slightly closer into him. He doesn't need to put it there and you both know it. Nor does he need to rest his chin on your left shoulder, so close to your cheek that his stubble almost tickles your skin.

Yet you can tell that you are both revelling in this rare, private opportunity for proximity between the two of you, and it is as thrilling as it is maddening.

"Focus. Breathe."

You realise you've been holding your breath. You feel Cal's chest rising and falling against your back and you match your own breathing in time with his. You can't help but notice it's at a slightly elevated pace.

"See the stone in your hand."

You nod and exhale, your eyes boring into the rock as if you really are going to levitate it yourself. You try and fail to stifle a sudden giggle at the ridiculousness of such an idea.

"Concentrate," Cal scolds quietly in your ear but you can hear the smile in his voice as the hand round your waist tightens its grip ever so slightly.

"I am," you mutter, but it's only half true.

You wonder if it's just your imagination, but in the seconds that follow, you think you can feel an deep, vibration flowing through Cal and passing through his body and into yours, binding your lifeforces together.

The rock flies so suddenly into your palm that you jump. You just about remember to close your fingers around the stone's cool, smooth surface as you shout out in surprise and delight. Cal lets out a good-natured laugh at your reaction and you glow as it rumbles through his whole body and yours.

You've just made up your mind to twist around in his arms kiss him when BD-1 comes running through the grass at great speed on his little legs, beeping and chirping urgently.

"Ok buddy, ok, we're coming," Cal says kindly to the little droid, but you can hear the exasperation at the untimely interruption in his voice.

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Course set, the Mantis is travelling at lightspeed and, nestled safely in the cradle of the hyperlane, you will probably make it to Naboo in about six hours.

You suspect the rest of the crew are all sleeping soundly. The Mantis takes care of herself for the most part when travelling through hyperspace. With the life you lead, the importance of catching rest when you can cannot be underestimated.

You, however, cannot sleep. Thoughts of Cal and your interrupted moment by the lake race through your mind. The wildflowers he gave you are still in your hair and every so often you catch the ghost of their aroma, reminding you of your almost idyllic day on Brax.

You sigh and drag yourself out of bed, deciding to go and sit in the empty cockpit of the Mantis for a while and watch the stars race by as you hurtle through the hyperlane. Although it should really be frightening, you love to watch great swathes of the Galaxy disappear in a flash before your eyes as the Mantis catapults through space. It's a novel experience for you still - being off Coruscant, light speed travel, new worlds.

You wave your hand over the control and the door to your room hisses open. You jump to see a figure already standing there in the corridor. With a jolt of excitement, and with a strange feeling that you've summoned him somehow, you realise that it's Cal.

"Uh, hi.."

You don't let him get more than two words into his sentence. You grab him roughly by the front of his loose night shirt - which is slung low, revealing tufts of ginger hair on his chest and the elegant lines of his collarbone - and pull him into a deep kiss.

Not breaking away from your lips, and hardly hesitating, he picks you with almost alarming ease. You wrap your legs around his waist and curl your fingers in his red hair as he carries you back into your quarters. He places you up onto your workbench situated against the opposite wall as the door slides closed behind you.

"You look so pretty with those flowers in your hair," he mumbles into your neck you shiver with pleasure as his mouth brushes against your skin as he talks.

"Yes, it's a shame you're about to make such a mess of me," you whisper into his ear.

He pulls back to stare at you for a moment, green eyes wide as if dumbfounded by your forwardness. His delighted, slack-jawed expression forces a loud giggle from deep within you.

"Shhh," Cal warns emphatically, keenly aware of the proximity of the rest of the crew and how thin the walls of the Mantis are. He presses a kiss to your mouth in an attempt to silence your outburst, but you can feel his body shake with his own barely contained laughter as he grins against your lips.

Once your stifled mirth subsides, you hastily start to undress each other. You barely have time to appreciate the now naked, muscular form of the Jedi before you, when, in his enthusiasm to remove it, Cal accidentally rips your flimsy night dress away from your body. As it comes apart in his hands, the fabric makes a loud tearing sound, louder even perhaps than that of your previous bouts of laughter. You both freeze, as if anticipating someone will burst through the door and catch you in this compromising position, before dissolving into poorly restrained giggles again.

As he drinks in the sight of your body, Cal's expression changes into something primal. His brows knit together as if he is trying to understand how you could possibly be sitting in front of him like this. Then, his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare before he crashes his mouth back down on to yours into a deliciously rough kiss.

You don't move from your position on your workbench, and you coil your legs around Cal as tight as you can as he starts to move in you. The pace is urgent. You don't mind. There'll be opportunities for languid and gentle love-making in the future. Right now, this is a matter of need for both of you. The cord of tension that has been tightening between you for months finally snapping in a glorious, frenzied, explosion of mutual lust.

As his pace increases and his movements start to become uncoordinated, Cal moves a hand down between your bodies, splaying his palm against you, and settling the pad of his thumb between your legs at the very place you most need it to be.

At this, your hand which was tangled in his flaming hair flies down to join the other at his back and he growls as you claw your fingers in to his flesh between his shoulder blades.

You press your lips hard into his shoulder to muffle your cries as you approach your peak and then, suddenly, you are crashing over the edge and seeing stars. You gasp out his name, over and over, open mouthed and breathy against his ear.

This, combined with the sensation of your body in rapture, sends Cal hurtling towards his own oblivion. You cling to him while the great, strong muscles all over his body tense and release, and he lets out a long, shuddering groan into your neck that is almost a whimper.

The sight of him, the sound of him falling apart in front of you is beautiful.

Once you've both caught your breath, Cal lifts you gently off the table, and carries you to your tiny, single cot bed. You manage to position yourselves fairly comfortably in the snug space by lying on your sides. The Jedi has one arm laced underneath you with the other slung over your waist, hand resting on your stomach and holding you close to his warm chest.

As you are lulled almost into a doze by the sound and feel of his slow and steady heartbeat, you take in the rather sorry sight of the flowers which once bejewelled your hair, now scattered in ruin across the functional durasteel floor.

"I told you those flowers wouldn't last," you muse drowsily.

Propping himself up on one elbow, Cal removes his hand from your waist and reaches out his arm, palm splayed open. A blue bell flower, stem and petals astonishingly still intact- a brave survivor of the onslaught of urgent hands through your hair - floats lazily up from the floor and towards you on the bed.

Cal plucks it out of the air and gently weaves the bloom into your locks just above your ear. Then, he kisses you gently on the cheek and then on your shoulder, his beard tickling your skin, before sinking back down on to his side and resuming his previous position curled comfortingly around you.

For some reason, despite the eroticism of what you've just done together, this sweet gesture makes you flush disproportionately and you feel your cheeks turning pink.

You're starting to realise, perhaps hope, that the heady feeling of being slightly flustered in Cal Kestis' proximity might never go away.

#cal kestis x reader #cal kestis fanfiction #cal kestis x you #cal kestis x female reader

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justbored93 · 7 months

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Star Wars Fic Recs

Anakin Skywalker

Frostbitten by @dracowars

Touch Starved Anakin x gn reader HCs by @chokemeanakin

To be a Jedi by @arrantsnowdrop

Help by @darthkruge

Stay there, I'm coming to get you by @triptuckers

Sweet Dreams by @ithebookhoarder

You're Breaking My Heart by @lillianofliterature (series)

Falling Asleep on top of Anakin and Obi Wan by @the-return-of-the-imagines technically for both but imma just put it under Anakin cuz I can

Cocoon by @mountkennedie

Anakin when his s/o is on their period HCs by @chokemeanakin

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Anxiety by @fanficsforheartandsoul (platonic)

Silent Suffering by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms this is also kinda Anakin too but whatever its more obi wan anyways (platonic)

Poe Dameron

The Weightlessness of Safety by @lightsinthedistancee

It's About the Waking by @lilhawkeye3

“Don’t you ever do that again!” by @summahsunlight

To All the Pilots I've Loved Before by @dameronology (series)

Nothing, Everything by @moonknightly

To Die, To Sleep by @im-poe-dameron

Sleepless by @usercecilia

Final Moments by @adora-but-ginger

A Little Help by @the-little-ewok

#star wars #star wars x reader #x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #obi wan x reader #poe dameron x reader #star wars fic recs #fic recs #i finally made another rec list YIPPEE #i just now realized im very picky about the fics i like #also we all knew it was mostly gonna be hurt comfort fics oof

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starsscarmyceiling · 1 year

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Cal/Merrin fic recs? 🥺🥺🥺🌹🌹🌹

ARE YOU KIDDING ME ANON YOU JUST MADE MY WHOLE LIFE! I would love love love LOVE to give you some recs over here!!!

Okayyy, first of all, @merricalfic is always a great place to start! I feel like here in the Merrical fandom, there are so many authors writing passionate and amazing fics for our fav space ginger and space goth lovers duo. There are plenty to die for, so here are some for ya!

Alriiiight, prepare yourself because it’s about to get looong!

Authors that I would just suggest you go and read all of their works:

believe_in_alderaan (@believe-in-alderaan) Yess, Bex has a series of oneshots called JFO Ficlets and Drabbles which is a series of just the cutest collection of our idiots falling in love!

Missuniverse5000bc and lightlark (@misfitz-7) Let me tell you…these two (who write a lot of amazing fics both together and separately) are like the real MVPs of this fandom. They have written SO many fics for us and I could not be more thankful for them!

myfaenwy (@myfaenwy) This author has a series of oneshots called But when I hold you I hold everything that is which is a very well written series that is just friends to lovers FLUFFY CUTENESS!

Oneshots:

you part the waters by januarys (G, 3k) Okay, I literally just read this, and it is so good! It is so well written it is almost astounding. The way this author has with words. It’s a first kiss story for the ages because I feel like this author captures Cal and Merrin’s dynamic so well (i.e., all of the unspoken understanding—that right there, is like the most Merrical shit ever imo)

Marriage; (noun) by Missuniverse5000bc (T, 15k) Okay, I know I already gave this author a shoutout, but I also literally just read this and it is fresh in my mind and I am dying. Our two fav oblivious idiots not realizing they are together but everyone else does at its best! And a few other delicious tropes to boot!

heart undenying by sunsorbit (@sunsorbit) (T, 10k) This is very well written and the tension dear freaking lord sweet baby virge Cal is like WHAT IS THIS WHAT AM I FEELING because the Jedi are a bunch of repressed weenies…so yeah he discovers what it means to feel attraction and it’s great.

you’ve broken new ground by sunsorbit (M, 6k) Okay, same author as above, same story, but from Merrin’s POV. Basically her being like omfg when is Cal going to notice that we are super attracted to one another WHEN??

A Failed Insurrection by aslanbrooke (T, 4k) Although this is based off a very heavy topic, this modern AU with both Cal and Merrin as police officers, is very well done. There is definitely some domestic bliss for our married babies with their own babies!

Funny Feeling by believe_in_alderaan (NR, 1k) Again, I know I already gave Bex a shoutout, but I put this one in here specifically because it is based off of a prompt suggested by yours truly AHHHH it’s so fluffy and cute oblivious Cal realizing in battle that he is in love with Merrin we love to see it.

Oneshots (Rated M & E):

I separated these out if smut is not your thing, but HEY if it is…😏😏😏

Let go of what you fear by Namesonboats (E, 3k) Okay so this is written by my giiiirl @namesonboats (also another author I am going to shoutout a lot sorry not sorry) and I mean, I am a sucker for one of the only other couple of modern AUs out there. It is very spicy and I love it like Merrin goes over to Cal’s apartment and tells him some great news, but then is just like…um yeah why haven’t we boned like yesterday??!!?!??

a different world by freedomatsea (@freedomatsea) (E, 2k) I mean, we love some awkward virgins doing it in the back of a space craft.

The Bad Girl and the Bounty Hunters by MaraLan (@darkowl-records) (E, 4k) Cal is kidnapped and guess who comes to the rescue??? OH YEAH. Ooooomg there is a line in this one and I am like…wow…that was good. That was very good for all of us.

Synchronous Orbits by FlyingMachine (M, 5k) Set after JFO, and it explores how Merrin and Cal grow close with one another (and yes there is some spicy stuff in there too) but it is amazingly well written and there are also a ton of fluffy and cute moments.

The Cave by ParaCord (M, 3k) Cal and Merrin get stuck in a storm, and they take refuge in a cave…so what do you think is going to happen hmmmmm? (they do it)

Multichaps:

What We Fight For by YamadaJisho (M, 61k) Okay, this one. This one and I cannot emphasize this enough, THIS ONE. OMFG. THIS ONE. SO. FUCKING. GOOD. First multichap Merrical fic I read and WOW. Set after JFO, Mantis crew sets up with the Partisons and they slowly fall in love as they do their part to save the galaxy.

A Path Forward by Namesonboats (M, 36k) Okay, another one by my girl, so good. Binged it in one day. Slow burn set after JFO. Oblivious idiots falling in love. Deals in serious issues of loss and what it means to carry on a legacy that is no longer around. SO GOOD.

Paths Aligned by Namesonboats (M, 77k) *DJ Khalid voice* ANOTHA ONE! Well HEY, look here QUEEN WROTE A SEQUEL!!! Set after A Path Forward and WOWIE I could literally talk about this fic alllll day (also binged this one in the same day lol). Cal takes on a purpose that I feel is so realistic; this should literally be canon. Lots of fun cameos by other SW universe characters. Sexy spy mission. Falling deeper in love. You know, just Merrical things.

Above Dathomir by RepeatOdyssey (M, WIP, 159k) Pretty sure this is the most popular fic in the fandom, and for good reason! An AU where Cal landed on Dathomir after Order 66 instead of Bracca. Very angsty slow burn, but hey, you know I am a fan of those. So good, really gets into their characters, and by the time they finally meet, you’ve already been taken on this amazing journey. Cute, awkward space cupcakes falling in love with a galaxy wide war and rancor attacks to just add to the angst.

Cultural Differences by MaraLan (E, 5k) (This is smut, obviously with the E rating) Lots of fun teasing between these two. They wanna bone and they know it. Author implements the game mechanics into the boning and I could not be happier about it (akaaaa Cal uses force slow and let’s just say he’s QUITE proficient).

Now, I am 100% sure that this is not even beginning to touch on all the many more amazing fics out there in our fandom, so Merricals, please I implore of you, if you love a fic and it is not on this list, please let me know on this post or send me a DM. There are a few fics out there on my “to read list” that I can think of already, so I will definitely update this list accordingly to spread the word of beautiful fics that need recognition!

Thank you so much for asking me anon! I loved compiling this list together! Hopefully this was helpful! 🥰😘🤩

Edit: there are some peeps I missed tagging, so if your fic is on here and you aren't tagged, just lmk!

#please please PLEASE merricals out there send me your fics!#unfortunately my fanfic time has mostly been dedicated to writing lately and not reading so i know there are PLENTY #that i very much want to read but have not yet #i would love to make this list more comprehensive #this was awesomeeee #merrical #calmerrin #cal x merrin #fanfic #fic rec #merrical fic recs #ask

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void-spells · 4 months

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Survivor!!!!

Love the sea desert treaders

NO DONT HURT THE DESERT TREADER

Desert treader is fine!!!

Disclaimer: I am...NOT a Merrical shipper...am sitting here like ._. For all the, imo, awkward and forced romance moments

Oof oof Cal having a nightmare,,,,,

CERE CERE CERE CE—

ENO CORDOVA?!?!?!?

I THOUGH YOU WERE DEAD

CERE!!!! H....hot......God I'm such a lesbian....the tattoos,,,,,,

Hey did. Did no one actually tell Cal why they decided to leave or? Did everyone just. Dip?

Also, so confused about the timeline here...how long did the Mantis crew actually stick together? How long were they apart?

"I'm just so happy that my Master is alive and I get to spend more time with him." Hey, Cere? I love you, I do. But to Cal's face?

Like maybe we could have thought about wording that a little more sensitively? Juuuust a little?

We're going to the moon??? The one that's in a kajillion pieces?

Oh okay. Bye, Cere? Back to Koboh I suppose? Before the PIECES of moon

Ohohohohohoho....baby has a GUN

Gun is fun.

Loving the gun.

If the Nekko isn't also ginger, what, pray tell, is the fucking point!!

Side note: I love the general look of the windswept hairstyle! Hate how it moves in-game!

BD-1 has equipped: goop!

Was NOT expecting these guys. Jumpscared by Kiki and Bouba

Just watched a man fully shun a Bogling that wanted pets...

Don't worry Bogling, I will give you pets

Now we go to the fucked up moon! It is significantly less shattered up close, I have to say.

Typically love puzzles, but timing-based platform puzzles? With MY clumsy fingers?? Hell!

Hearing Cal call the battle droids "clankers" hurt my heart SO much.....he takes after his big brothers still,,,,,

Who knew adding a cross guard to a lightsaber turned it into a broadsword

Oh back to Jedha already? Okay!

Cal getting SO defensive abt a subtle accusation of destroying priceless Jedi artifacts with a lightsaber....like....babygirl.....

ANOTHER DESERT TREADER TRIP!!!

Tomorrow!

#jedi survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #voids survivor playthrough #now back to writing!!!

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Mercy Chapter Seven: Heat

Rating: Explicit 18+

MDNI

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Chapter warnings: Canon-typical violence, small injuries, first time/virgin sex and associated awkwardness, oral sex (m receiving), handjobs (m and f receiving), p in v sex. Let me know if I am missing anything!

Read on AO3

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

Chapter Seven: Heat

Your descent down the mountain is much less difficult than your ascent, however, Obi-Wan has begun to get further into his pre-heat and you know you are running out of time. By the time you reach the bottom again, you are beginning to see the effects in your strong, stoic Omega. You’re proud of him - you can feel his emotions and snippets of his pain through your bond, and yet he hasn’t complained once. You bring him back to the stream and strip off everything but your cloak and robes to keep yourself covered while you quickly and efficiently wash both of your clothes in the swiftly running water. Thank the Stars you had a bar of soap in your medical kit along with antibacterial rinse for field cleanliness. Each article of clothing is hung over a tree branch while you work, and Obi-Wan keeps an eye out around you before going further upstream so he can fill your filtered waterskins. You keep him in your periphery, ears twitching to catch all of the sound around you, listening for threats.

Once your clothes are clean, you approach your Omega, taking the waterskins from him and putting them down on the bank of the stream. You rip a strip from the bottom of your cloak, dunking it in the stream then wringing it out and using the force to give a little tug at Obi-Wan’s robes with a playful smile. Pink blooms in his cheeks and you laugh softly, stepping closer to him.

“Do you mind if I help clean you up a little? I can carry you here if I have to during your heat, but I’d like to get you nice and clean to begin with so you feel more comfortable.” You practically purr, voice low and smoky, the sweetening of his scent growing strong as you speak. Obi-Wan swallows hard, nodding his head as he undoes his belt and drops it, opening his robes to show off his otherwise naked body. His chest is covered in lovely ginger hair, far less sparse than it was when he was young, and you run your fingertips through it impulsively while he shivers. You rub soap into his underarms while he blushes and stammers, as quick and efficient as if he were a patient. It was certainly nowhere near your first time helping clean someone up, but Obi-Wan had always been shy, as typical of most Jedi. You wipe away the residue with your cloth, pausing briefly to scent him again to calm him down before you continue.

His stomach is still covered in the dried remnants of his cum, so you gently run the soap and then the cloth over it, scrubbing gently to get it out of his body hair. His thighs are damp with sweat and slick, so you wipe them down, crouching in front of Obi-Wan in a way that has him stirring. The crease of his thigh and pelvis is next, and Obi-Wan’s face is red when you look up at him. You can feel the hint of shameful joy of being cared for so intimately, of having someone see the most intimate parts of him. Not just see him, but touch him, clean the sweat and slick from his body, smell his desire and the fact that he hasn’t been able to wash since his last sonic shower the day before your ship crashed. The lack of judgement - the love in your eyes - is making him feel so many tangled feelings.

He’s starting to get hard, cock swiftly filling with blood, and you flick your tongue out to lick your lips as you shamelessly wipe down his crotch to get the dried precum out of his pubic hair. Obi-Wan outright shudders as you dip the cloth in the water again, wring it out, then wipe down his balls. His hand grasps at your hair and you laugh softly, bringing your other hand up to grasp a handful of his ass and part his cheeks, drawing a squeak of indignation from him.

“I-I can do this myself.” He reminds you, and you shrug, leaning into his hand on your head, your tail wagging behind you shamelessly.

“I don’t mind, my sweet little Omega, but if you’d rather do it yourself while you’re still coherent…” You shrug, putting the choice in his hands. You would never want to cross his boundaries. Obi-Wan considers for a moment, and you feel his twofold embarrassment through your bond at both the act itself, and the fact that the idea of it is turning him on.

“I… I suppose, if you want to, darling.” He finally mumbles, and you stifle a chuckle to avoid making it worse as you quickly and efficiently clean him up. Once you’re done, you stand and give him a gentle kiss, then shed your cloak and robes completely instead of just leaving them hanging open like you had for Obi-Wan. You feel a sharp tug through your bond, the feeling of blood rushing, an intense need, and so much love it nearly makes you dizzy. You smile to yourself, hanging your clothing up on a tree branch and approaching the stream again. You startle as Obi-Wan steps up behind you, hesitantly placing his hands on your hips.

“May I help you as well?” He asks, and you let out a happy sigh at the idea, giving the cloth a really good scrubbing before wringing it out and handing it over to him with the soap. He takes his time familiarizing himself with your body, washing your underarms while he looks over every inch of you. You instruct him to wash under your breasts, where sweat tends to pool in the breast binding you wear, and he tentatively does, though he does also pause to trace his thumb across your nipples. You laugh, giving him another encouraging kiss.

“You’ll have plenty of time for that later, dearest. We have to get back to our shelter, unfortunately.” You remind him, and he hums his acknowledgement, refreshing the cloth while parting your thighs with a gentle hand. He’s more efficient here, his ears just as pink as the skin he’s washing, and you can feel his desire spiking as he tries to thoroughly but gently clean your cunt and inner thighs of the sweat and slick of the last couple of days. He doesn’t crouch like you had, and you feel the thought almost as if it’s your own, that he worried if he did he’d bury his face there and never stand up again.

Once you’re mostly clean, you both step into the stream to wash the remnants of swamp water from your lower legs and feet. It’s a quick affair, the water too cold to be comfortable for long, but it does inspire you to try and use the Force to wring every last bit of water from your clothes so that you can get redressed quicker. Unexpectedly, it works, and you both get dressed in a shivering rush of laughs and flying fabric. You both only dress in your underwear, pants and undertunics. You won’t need the rest - it’s warm on this planet even at night, and Obi-Wan will need all the fabric he can find to make a suitable nest. You even forgo the breast binding for ease later, wrapping it up in your bag. You find a conveniently shaped rock with a deep enough well for it to act as a basin, filling it with water and carrying it back to the alcove with you while Obi-Wan collects firewood and builds a campfire just outside.

As you’re arranging the makeshift basin with your bags nearby, ensuring everything will be relatively within reach, you hear a breathy whimper at the same time as you feel cramping through your bond. Obi-Wan’s heat is nearly here. His need to nest has been slowly building as you worked, but now, it’s too strong to ignore. He makes his way into the alcove with you, gathering the suitably large pile of clothing you’ve laid towards the back so that he can start arranging his nest. As you finish the campfire he’d started, you notice Obi-Wan fussing with his cloak on the bed of moss and fabric. He’s created a sort of nest from the moss, both of your robes, spare tunics and pants. Now, he’s laying his cloak over it, tucking and fussing until it sits right. Next, he takes your cloak, giving it what appears to be the prime spot in the nest. You smile adoringly, admiring him as he works with what must be a sappy look on your face because as soon as Obi-Wan turns around and catches you, he starts blushing again.

“I’ve never done this before.” He admits, and you shrug, approaching tentatively. Omegas can be protective of their nests even with their Alpha in the early days of a relationship. Obi-Wan seems to calm down as you crawl across the edge of the nest though, reaching for you and pulling you closer to him.

“That’s okay. It looks like you’re doing a wonderful job, dear. It looks very comfy. You’ve done so well with so little to work with.” You praise him, and he beams at you, drawing you into a gentle kiss. Your tail wraps around his ankle instinctively, drawing a happy sigh from your Omega against your lips. You give him another sweet kiss, then slip out of his nest carefully to avoid disturbing it.

“Where are you going?” Obi-Wan whines, and you chuckle, sending him soothing waves through your bond.

“I have to scent the perimeter of our den, dearest. I won’t take long, and I’ll be right here.” You promise, and he nods, but he keeps his gaze on you as he curls up in his nest, “Eat a ration bar, Obi-Wan, you’ll need your energy.”

He obeys you, fetching a ration bar from your bag and eating it politely but quickly while he watches you. You rub against the edge of the alcove, covering the stone in your scent as best as you can, running purely on instinct. You’ve never done this before, but you know you’d tried to when you had your first rut. Master Dooku had stopped you, strong but gentle hands holding your wrists to keep you from sending your scent flooding through the halls of the Jedi Temple. Now, no one will stop you. You have an Omega to protect, sweet as can be in the nest he made in a den you found, just as your instincts demand. You have to mark your den so that anyone that comes anywhere near will know the consequences of getting too close. At a certain point, you will have very little control of how violent your reaction might be.

By the time you’re finished scenting the den, the sun has begun to dip, painting the sky in purples, pinks and orange. Obi-Wan has curled himself up in his nest, rubbing his lower belly as he is wracked by cramping. As you begin to approach your Omega, you get a prickling feeling in the back of your neck. Something is watching you. You know Obi-Wan senses it too because he doesn’t fight you as you gesture for him to stay in the nest when he begins to get up. You growl deeply, your subvocals rolling farther than the sound could ever hope to reach, and Obi-Wan shivers with delight. You can feel it - he’s not afraid with you there to protect him, but his arousal is sharp and tangy in the air.

A creature similar to a loth wolf or a Narglatch creeps out of the darkness, ribs expanding harshly with every breath. It’s a bit bigger than a loth wolf, with large paws tipped in claws that more resemble a nexu more than anything else. Short-haired, with a line of longer hair down its spine leading into its tufted tail. It has the longer snout of a loth wolf and fangs like a raxshir, but you notice lines of teeth down its throat, likely for the purpose of guiding prey down its gullet. It stalks in front of your den, and you growl loudly as you rise to its challenge, baring your teeth at it in an obvious threat display as your tail lashes behind you. Your ears are pinned back to your head, furious to find this dangerous creature so close to your Omega. You kick off your boots by the entrance, dropping your lightsaber into your bag to keep yourself from using deadly force unnecessarily. You step out into the barely lit forest in only your pants and under tunic, and lower into a stance you’ve never used before in your life. It comes naturally, but you don’t recognize it as any form opener you’ve ever heard of. The creature leaps at you, jaws open and snarling, but you duck low and get it round the neck, muscles in your arms rippling as you hold it. Its massive paws slap against your back, claws digging in and ripping open your skin as it scrambles for purchase that will allow it to escape your hold.

You plant your feet, anchoring your grip with one arm while reaching down with the other to grasp at its back legs. Lifting it over your head, you throw the beast into a nearby tree, roaring your dominance. You hope that the hit will be hard enough to make the creature realize you’re not an easy meal, but it comes back for more with drool dripping from its jaws. You smoothly dodge its gaping maw, then reach out with the Force and push it hard into a jagged boulder to the right of the alcove entrance, but this time you follow it. It swipes at you as you come close, rearing back onto its hind legs and smacking you across the face with a paw hard enough that it nearly breaks your nose. You growl, swallowing blood, and this time you pull it down with the Force until it slams into the dirt. You don’t want to kill the beast needlessly - it is just hungry or defending its home like you are. It snaps at you as it tries to stand, and you grab its lower jaw, then wrap an arm around its head to grab the upper jaw with your other hand. Obi-Wan watches as you hold its mouth open, your teeth bared and tail lashing behind you while it tries to snap its jaws closed. Your next growl is all subvocals, nearly inaudible, and the beast ceases fighting beneath you. You hold it still for a moment longer, then shove it down as you step back and release it, in case it decides to keep fighting. Thankfully, the beast seems to decide you're not worth the effort and runs off into the woods, and you can finally take a breath.

You’re dirty, sweat pouring down your back and stinging as it drips into the scratches dug into your skin, but as you approach your hideaway Obi-Wan looks you over with a hunger you feel in your bones. You take a second to start the process of healing yourself, checking your nose to ensure it isn’t broken as you approach. Your Omega’s heat has nearly begun. He kisses the blue blood from your lips, strong hands caressing your hips as he pulls you into the safety of your den. You breathe him in as he checks your back out, ensuring that you’re actually healing yourself instead of being stubborn, then pulls you into his nest to take a quick rest while you both wait for his heat to settle in.

You allow Obi-Wan to curl around you, murmuring praise for how well you protect him, how strong you are, and how attractive it was to see you fighting that creature with your bare hands for him. You doze off to his scent surrounding you, and the firm warmth of his body wrapped around yours, his nose buried in your neck.

Far, far away in the council chambers of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, the Council watches a holo of yourself and Obi-Wan. Your old Master leans forwards in his seat as you tell them about the crash of your ship, and that while you’ve survived, your ship is basically scrap metal at this point. Master Windu hums thoughtfully as you tell them that you are stranded with limited supplies, no scent blockers, and no rut or heat blockers. You, very clinically indeed, tell the Council that Obi-Wan’s heat is nearly here while the man in question tries to look as professional as possible, thankful that the holo can’t translate how red his cheeks are.

“Obi-Wan and I opened up our Force signatures to each other for the first time, and we have discovered that we are Force-mates. I have a feeling few of you will be shocked by this news. I will be bonding with him during his heat. I apologize that I cannot ask permission, however I will do what I must for my Omega. Please inform whoever you send to our rescue not to approach our coordinates relayed through our distress beacon until the customary five days are through - I doubt that will be difficult as the journey here is just over three. I will accept any punishment deemed necessary on behalf of both Obi-Wan and myself when we return to the Temple. May the Force be with you, and whomever you send to our aid.” You end the holo recording on a somewhat somber note, and the Council sits in stunned silence for a long moment before it is broken by Master Yoda’s quiet laugh.

“Works in mysterious ways, the Force often does.” He says, and Master Plo Koon sits up straighter.

“I would be happy to collect my old Padawan and her mate. I’m a skilled pilot, and I’m sure I can handle the dangers circling the planet.”

Master Windu nods in response.

“Bring Master Qui-Gon with you. Familiar Betas will be a better rescue team, and the man is going stir crazy.” He said with a hint of humour in his voice, and a fond smile.

Warmth. You’re wrapped up in blissful warmth, and the sweet scent of your Omega, tangy with arousal. You blink awake, staring out of the small alcove into the darkness of the forest before you, disoriented briefly to find it so late before you remember that you’d decided to take a nap in preparation for the inevitability of your Omega’s heat hitting early this night. You hum as you twist in Obi-Wan’s arms, your hand stroking down over his side. His scent has turned, the deep sweetness and bergamot-like tang of heat bleeding out of him as it settles in. He’s hard against you, though you woke early enough that he still sleeps on without the sharp ache of need.

You decide to get ahead of it, dipping your head to kiss along his neck and up the column of his throat. Obi-Wan stirs beneath your lips, his arms tightening around you, and you smile as he sleepily mumbles your name. Not your virtue name, but your actual name, the one you’ve kept in your heart since you became a Padawan in accordance with your Haelan heritage. Y/N. He’s one of the few people that likely remember it, and it makes you happy, reminding you of how long you both have known each other. His lips part around a moan as you press a couple of kisses along his scent gland, and he stirs in your arms, shivering as your thigh slides between his legs while he’s still sleepy and pliant. Your tail curls around his knee possessively.

“You smell so good, sweetheart.” You whisper, and Obi-Wan sighs happily, twisting his fingers through your hair while he grinds against your thigh. It takes very little effort to pull Obi-Wan’s undertunic over his head, discarding it behind you and splaying your hands across his chest so you can feel his chest hair under your palms. His hips roll in little circles as he grinds against you, breathing hard against your ear, and you feel the instinct to bite a necklace of lovebites around his neck as he leans his head back to expose his throat. You cover his neck in kisses instead of bites, dropping your hands to grasp his hips and guide him to thrust against you.

“More, Alpha.” Obi-Wan begs, pupils blown wide with desire as he clutches at you, “So close. I want to come.”

You hum with satisfaction, undoing the ties to his trousers and guiding them doing his legs to avoid too much of a mess. Once your Omega is naked, you press him back into the soft fabric of his nest and dip your head to lick a fat stripe up the underside of his cock, drawing a loud, broken moan from his lips. Your tail lashes behind you, showing off exactly how eager you are for him. His hands tangle in your hair, and you have to hold his hips down to keep him from rutting against your face even as he whines. The taste of him sits heavy on your tongue, and you can feel a pull deep in your gut, so you wrap a hand around the base of him and slowly guide him into your mouth. It’s a new sensation, a little uncomfortable at first, especially accommodating his size. You have to really work to hold his hips down, but you find yourself slowly getting used to the way his girth fills you. He’s so close that it only takes a few bobs of your head before he’s coming down your throat, grasping at your hair and tossing his head back while he moans your name.

You swallow the salty mess of him, then crawl up his body, letting him pull you into a needy kiss so he can lick the remnants of his spend from your tongue. It takes only a few moments for his need to rise again, and you figure it’s about time you both become one. You’ve made your poor Omega wait long enough. Obi-Wan helps you strip your clothes off as soon as he realizes that is what you’re doing, and you sigh as he pushes you back into his nest, his mouth closing around your right nipple the moment it’s revealed. He discards your trousers somewhere off the edge of the nest behind him as he explores your body, his hands grasping at your breasts. His hot little mouth leaves a trail of kisses across your chest as he moves to give the same love to your left nipple, and you moan as he puts a bit more of his weight on you, pressing his hips into yours so he can grind blindly between your legs. The head of his cock catches against your hole, and you have to grab his hips to stop him from slamming home, moving swiftly to roll him over onto his back. The whimpers are instant.

“I know, I know, lovely. Shhh.” You whisper, straddling his lap and holding him down, “I just need to make sure I’m ready, or it’ll hurt. Can you wait for me, or do you need me to make you come again first?”

Obi-Wan shivers, looking you over for a moment while he decides whether he can wait, before reaching between the two of you to cup your cunt in one large hand. You nearly buckle at the touch, eyes wide. No one’s ever touched you there before, and you’ve only touched yourself a couple of times through the years.

“Let me help.” he murmurs, boldly gliding his fingers through the wet heat of your cunt, running entirely off instinct and the very little anatomy you had learned in your lessons. He strokes his thumb sloppily across your clit, probing gently at your hole with his middle finger, carefully sinking it in the moment you give him a nod. You’re wet enough that he is quickly able to add a second, and he pants for breath as you moan above him, thighs tight around his hips. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but he lets your body guide him, pumping his fingers into you a little faster as you grasp at his chest for support and roll your hips with him. Eventually, you grab his hand and pull him free of you, bringing his fingers up to your mouth to suck your own juices from them while he watches with wide eyes.

“Good boy. You’ve waited so long, sweetheart. You’re so strong.” You murmur, letting go of his hand so you can reach between you both and guide his cockhead to press against you so that you can sink down on him. The stretch of him is immense, and you both moan in unison as you roll your hips about halfway down, lifting a bit to ease the pressure before sinking down again until he bottoms out. Obi-Wan scrabbles for a grip on your hips, well-kept blunt nails digging into your skin and leaving red lines behind as he tries to breathe through the overwhelming pleasure. You’ve never felt so full in your life. It takes you a second to get control of yourself, and Obi-Wan rolls his hips up into you as you breathe through the fullness, unable to help himself. He’s still early in his heat, so he has some degree of control, but you know that won’t last long. You take the chance while you can to adjust and slowly make love to him, leaning forwards for a kiss while you slowly get your legs under you and begin to ride him.

Obi-Wan clings to your hips, desperate moans slipping from his lips in between messy kisses that send lightning racing down your spine. It’s good, but it takes time before you find the right way to move, where to put your hands and how to balance properly. The first couple of thrusts are awkward, Obi-Wan trying to match you but nearly jolting you off his lap while you struggle to figure out what exactly to do with yourself. It shouldn’t come as a surprise - you’re both virgins, and sexual education is limited at best at the Jedi Temple, largely revolving around how to avoid faux pas with species that have freer outlooks on sexuality than the Jedi themselves. Once you find a good rhythm, riding your Omega becomes a little easier, and starts to feel natural. You find a pace that works for both of you, slow and deep and hard, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. The curve of him drags against that spongy spot inside of you that you’ve found the few times you’ve touched yourself, and you feel a little wild with it, shooting sparks of pleasure through you with every movement. It’s so much, so overwhelming, but you’ve not had a lick of pain so far. Just a mind-numbing stretch around the girth of your Omega, and the sparking pleasure of his cock bumping against your cervix with every thrust. It’s like he’s made for you, the way he fills you so perfectly, just on the edge of too much.

“Almost there, Alpha, almost-” Obi-Wan cries out, cutting himself off with a groan as he arches his back, gripping your hips and pulling you down on him harder. You meet his pace, taking his hands from your hips so you can pin them above his head, taking over so he can ride the waves of pleasure and just enjoy it. A ragged groan rips from Obi-Wan’s throat, and you feel through the bond all the things he can’t manage to say as he nears that peak. At first, it’s just feelings. Pleasure, desire, love blooming bright, happiness, bliss. And then, words form.

You feel so good around me. My perfect Alpha, taking such good care of me, and making me feel amazing. Force, Mercy, I feel like I’m melting. I want to come inside you, feel it flow out of you onto my skin. Want it to take. Fuck a baby into you so everyone knows I belong to you. Want to be yours, Y/N. I need you to be mine. I need you. Stars, I’m going to come. Gonna fill you up. Take it from me, Alpha. Take it! Take me!

You lean closer to him, grabbing his chin and gently forcing him to look at you even through the haze of his pleasure. His pupils are blown to the point that his pretty ocean blue eyes are nearly black, and his mouth is lax with pleasure. You kiss the soft wrinkles of his sweetly furrowed brow, unable to help yourself.

“Do you want me to bond you? Do you want me to mate you properly, my sweet Omega? Do you want to be mine?” You ask, and Obi-Wan nods jerkily, tears in his eyes, “I need your words, baby.”

Yes! Mate me. Bond me, please, Alpha. I want to be your mate.

Good boy, my sweet Omega.

You lap at his mating gland, hoping that your Haelan saliva will help ease any associated pain. Your fangs are sharp, so you hope it won’t be too uncomfortable. You’ve been told time and time again that the pain is negligible while in the midst of a heat, rut, or even just an orgasm, but you can’t help but worry about hurting your Omega. Your tail is wrapped tightly around your Omega’s thigh, needing every part of you to be holding onto him. Obi-Wan whimpers below you, and you finally cup his neck, holding him still so you can sink your sharp, aching teeth into his mating gland. Blood blooms in your mouth, and Obi-Wan gasps, thrusting his hips sharply up into you. His mind is a flurry of ‘yes’ and ‘yours’ through the bond, and you don’t feel much pain at all from him. Something else clicks into place between you, a deeper level of the bond, and you feel yourself suddenly nearing the brink of orgasm as if it’s snuck up on you. You shiver with pleasure as you feel Obi-Wan jerk below you, and each throb of his cock as he fills you with cum. You brace yourself atop him, rolling your hips in lazy circles to prolong his orgasm and pulling away only when you feel him on the brink of oversensitivity.

You lay down beside your Omega, pulling him gently into your arms and petting his hair as he comes down from the high of it, panting like he’s run a marathon. It takes him a few moments before his breathing starts to even out, and you stroke your fingers through his chest hair with one hand while the other delicately smoothes the strawberry blond strands of his hair out of his face. Your eyes are locked on his mating bond, the imprint of your teeth in his neck making you feel at once both lost in adoration and like a brute. His heat is temporarily sated, and he nuzzles against you, pulling your leg over his hip to open up your thighs.

“Sorry I didn’t make you come, darling.” Obi-Wan murmurs softly, and you laugh softly, pulling him closer before he can feel too guilty about it. You smother him in kisses, nipping at his pouty bottom lip and the tip of his strong nose.

“I would be shocked if you did, sweetheart. It’s our first time. We’ll learn.” You murmur, sighing as he slips his hand between your legs to cup your cunt again. His chest starts to rumble, a broken, raspy thing that tells you he’s never really purred before. But he purrs for you. He purrs for you, nuzzling his nose against your pointy ear and nipping the tip of it while scooping up the cum leaking from you and pushing it back in. He thumbs your clit, exploring your feelings through the bond to find what makes you feel good, and pushing two thick fingers into your cunt. With his purr against your back and his lips grazing over your mating gland, you find yourself swiftly nearing that peak again, rocking your hips to meet each thrust of his hand.

“Feels so good. My sweet, perfect little Omega, taking such good care of me. You gonna bite me, make me yours?” You mix teasing and praise, shivering as Obi-Wan nips sharply at your jaw.

“I am yours, dearheart. And you are mine.” Obi-Wan purrs, crooking his fingers while working his thumb over your clit, and you feel something pull in your gut as you come tumbling over the edge into the strongest orgasm of your admittedly limited experience. Obi-Wan sinks his teeth into your mating gland as pleasure floods your system, and the final tumbler clicks into place, unlocking the full potential of your bond. You shudder as you come a second time mere moments after the first, and Obi-Wan groans against your neck, blue blood dripping down his chin. His purring gets louder until it’s all you can hear, and you lay in a puddle of bliss in his arms as you come back to yourself. When you manage to open your eyes, it’s to the image of Obi-Wan with your blood in his beard and moustache, sucking every drop of your release from his fingers. You sigh, leaning up to shamelessly kiss every drop of you from his chin before licking your way into his pliant mouth.

“I love you.” You whisper when you part, and Obi-Wan smiles as he presses his lips against your mating gland.

“I love you too, darling.” he purrs back, licking around the raw bite to clean up the blood. You roll onto your side, dipping your trusty cloth into the basin of water you collected so that you can clean both of you up. You’ll need to rest. Tomorrow, Obi-Wan will be delirious with need and you will have little time to rest in between taking care of him. You can feel the stirrings of your rut as well, triggered by his heat and swiftly approaching. Once you’re both cleaned up, you pull your cloak atop the both of you and curl yourself around your Omega, nipping his shoulder when he sleepily but playfully grinds his backside into your pelvis.

“Sleep, needy little thing. I’ll take good care of you.”

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