Lover. Fighter.

Cal Kestis x reader

warnings:

a/n: im writing im writing im writing im writing (it only works if im procrastinating)

prompt: @sweetjedi: “Lover. Fighter. by SVRCINA Cal Kestis Romantic (unless platonic fits more)”//Lover. Fighter. - SVRCINA

The two of your had past and future intertwined, Jedi ripped from familiarity and forced to conform, cheating death in the process.

Rey didn’t want you to join the Resistance, she didn’t want you on missions, she didn’t want you in harms way. Although, every mission you were deployed on, she was there. “Let me take the controls!” Rey demanded as you found yourself in a firefight on the Falcon. Finn was manning the guns, leaving nothing left for you to do. “Go to the escape pod. If all else fails, you need to abandon ship!”

“Are you crazy?!” You shouted back at her, concentrating slipping from maneuvering around enemy ship fire. “Get out of here, Rey! I have this!”

“I can’t lose you, y/n! You’re all the family I have left, now go!” Rey argued, holding onto the door frame when the ship took fire.

“Get over yourself, you can co-pilot. You’re the Jedi, anyway.” You regained focus as she sat beside you. “It’d be a dumb sacrifice, Rey. Stop worrying about me and worry about yourself.”

“You, too?!” Osha exclaimed, somewhat thrilled to find she was not alone. “Then what are you doing here? You left the Order, what are you doing at the Jedi Temple?” You smiled proudly.

“I am actually a member of the Galactic Senate.” You admitted and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “After you left, I was inspired to find my roots. I went to my home planet, I tracked down my parents, I learned some things about myself. I felt passionate to help my planet, so over the past few years, I worked. This is actually pretty new.” You explained, almost feeling guilty that Osha didn’t have the same privilege.

“That’s amazing!” She actually hugged you, which you hoped gave her some comfort in all of her current turmoil. “What about the Jedi? Hard feelings?”

“Depends on who, but we have a pretty cordial relationship. I have a new and much needed perspective on politics, so it can be a little tricky in certain situations in Jedi versus Senate, but I’m a great mediator. Especially with the Senate members who aren’t too fond of Jedi.” Sol approached as the two of you discussed your job and he pat you on the back.

“That they are, Senator L/N has been a great help to us, even after their departure from the Order.” You smiled at Sol kindly and thanked him. “Y/N, would you excuse Osha and I, please?”

You each were stripped down to your undergarments, standing at the edge of a small lake on the densely wooded planet of Kashyyyk. A pit stop on your trek across the galaxy to save the next generation of Jedi, but there were some personal obstacles in your way, like your fear of water and inability to swim. “Hey, I’m right here with you.” Cal said, holding your arm as your feet touched the cool water, a nice feeling with the humid air starting to overtake your senses. “Keep walking, you’re gonna be fine.”

“I know, Cal, I’ve had a bath before. We’re barely a foot in.” You snapped due to the stress of facing a fear. “Sorry, this is just a lot.” You sighed and closed your eyes, letting him lead you deeper into the lake. He chuckled and squeezed your arm.

“You’re doing fine.” He assured just before he suddenly swept you off of your feet and carried you bridal-style into the water. “Don’t freak, I’m not gonna do anything crazy.”

“Okay?! What are you doing, then?” You nervously raised your voice. Cal took you deeper into the water until your body was submerged, but his arms were still tightly wrapped under your knees and back, meanwhile you gripped tightly to his upper body.

“Just holding you for now. Just get used to it a minute, I’ve got you. You’re fine.” Cal explained to you calmly, slowly turning you back and forth and letting you get a nice feel of your surroundings while he did all the heavy work. “You doing okay?”

“Not too bad.” You responded, looking towards his eyes and smiling before gently leaning your head on his shoulder. “Carry me a little while longer. I’m starting to feel better.”

“Well, Cody, Master Yoda has finally assigned me a new padawan. I almost thought he’d forgotten.” Obi-Wan joked as you stood beside him with a kind smile. “And he did not disappoint.”

“Sure didn’t, General.” Cody replied, removing his helmet. “I’m Commander Cody, good meeting you.”

“Y/N L/N.” You introduced yourself. “I look forward to working with you.”

“You gonna have my back out there, kid?” Cody tilted his head up slightly and smirked.

“You know it.” You looked up at him and smiled, noticing his fist reaching out. You put your own out and bumped over and under, then looked over to your new master.

“I think you’ll be a great addition to our battalion. That is—if you can follow orders. My last padawan was not much of a listener.” Obi-Wan told the two of you, who both laughed.

“So I’ve heard.”

You sat at the edge of the bar of the newest addition to Rambler’s Reach, which was quite the experience in your humble opinion. Lots of interesting people all in one place, you found a bit of entertainment in silently observing the patrons and decor. Just as the bartender, M-6NK, asked you if you’d like another drink, a familiar face to anyone took a seat at the barstool beside you. “This one’s on me, Monk,” the orange-haired man said, “and one for me, too. Thanks.” You peered over and cracked a smirk.

“You look dangerous.” You joked dryly at the Imperial fugitive to your left. “You need something?”

“Just some company.” Cal answered, holding up his glass as an invitation, which you accepted with a clink of your own. “I’m not from around here.” He smiled.

“You wouldn’t want to be.” You began to match his flirtatious energy and became less tense towards the stranger. “I have to say, I am surprised you have time to stop for a drink.”

“I’m making time.”

You sat in the Mos Eisley Cantina, a secluded booth in the corner did quite nicely as you mulled over the reality that you lived in right now. Your brother—cousin—had made the decision to leave Tattooine with Ben Kenobi, taking you along with him since you’d just witnessed your home destroyed and your parents murdered.

Luke slid into the seat next to you and put his arm over your shoulders as you sank deeper into the uncomfortable chair. “Hey, I got us a ride.” He softly told you. “You wanna get out of this dump?” He squeezed your shoulder and shook you gently, trying to get you to look back up at him but know he’d probably see tears, and maybe the patrons at the cantina would start to get a bit antagonistic again. “I’m right here with you, y/n. I’m really gonna miss them.”

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without them.” You mumbled to Luke. “Or off this planet. That was my family, that was my life…” You finally looked over at the only family you had left and let out a sigh to steady your breath. “What are we gonna do?”

“We’ll figure it out as we go.” He assured you. “That guy over there is getting us off Tattooine, maybe it’s in our best interest.”

“I just wish Mom and Dad could’ve gotten away with us.”

Headcanons for being another displaced Padawan with Cal Kestis

Cal Kestis x jedi!reader

warnings: angst, STAR WARS JEDI SURVIVOR SPOILERS

a/n:

prompt:

What About Now?

Cal Kestis x reader

warnings:

a/n: i was listening this at work to get ideas while i did the most boring job ever and i immediately got this idea and couldn’t stop thinking abt it omg. also hi erica!!!!

prompt: @sweetjedi: “Hello awesome human! 🙂Congratulations on your follower celebration!!! I hope it is kind to you. May I request, for the celebration: Song: What About Now - Daughtry Character: Cal Kestis Fandom: Star Wars Relationship: Romantic Thank you thank you! 💖 I hope you have a calm day.”

“I worry for you, Cal.” Jaro Tapal speaks as the young boy watches the pair, Master and Padawan, walk away from them, Cal’s expression turning more disappointed with each dwindling step. “I understand that it’s natural to feel strong emotions towards people close to you, but you must remember the rules of the Jedi Order.”

Headcanons for being Leia Organa’s nanny

Leia Organa x reader

warnings:

a/n: i forgot abt lola!!! and this request!!!

prompt: anonymous: “Could I request headcanons from the Obi-Wan Kenobi series about being child!Princess Leia‘s babysitter, please? Thank you!”

“Around the corner!” You shouted to him, grabbing onto his wrist and making sure you both stuck together.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Haja repeatedly muttered as you both swung around the corner and into the alley trying to shake off a few seriously disgruntled customers.

“This isn’t the first time you messed up,” you lectured him while cutting across the street and getting lost in a crowd, “and I’m sure it won’t be the last.” You kept your heads down as the angry customers passed you by.

“Give me some credit here, y/n.” Haja defended himself while bringing his hood over his head. “Who got you out of that deal gone south not even three rotations ago?”

“I could have dealt with that on my own.” You rolled your eyes and finally eased up, letting go of him.

“Yeah, really looked like you had it handled.”

Being wanted by the Empire—the Inquisitors, no less—made it much harder to stay alive than what you were previously doing to make ends meet. So you and Haja had to leave your home, everything behind. You boarded a ship that would take you to safety. And on that ship, you felt safety in the man next to you, curling up against him and listening to his heartbeat, which varied every few minutes.

“We’re going to be okay, y/n. I know we are.” Haja whispered to you and placed a kiss atop of your head. You smiled tiredly and squeezed his hand tight.

“It’s funny, you and I have spent so much time together that you couldn’t lie to me to save your life.” You dryly chuckled, just trying to keep it together yourself. “We’re okay for now. That’s all.”

Some time had passed since you’d last seen him, you’d wondered how he had aged, what wrinkles would show on his face, if he’d changed his hair, anything. You pondered the idea of calling, but every move you made was a risk, and calculations always seemed to stand in your way. Although, you did happen to make one recurring move that was harmless enough.

A cargo ship landed on Tatooine, bringing your package through Anchorhead and to a “Ben Kenobi” renting out a small den in the area. When this familiar box arrived, he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he loaded it onto his eopie and head home for the day.

Once safe and alone in his humble abode, Obi-Wan set your gift down on a table and opened it up, finding plenty of things to make good use of. Portions, clothing, tools, hygiene products, and a keepsake or two. And a note.

Dear friend, I hope this finds you in good health. I’m not sure how you feel about these supplies I keep sending you, but I hope you will continue to accept them from me. Despite the end of an era, what you are doing is still important, I just hope you’re safe. Unfortunately, I’m aware that stepping foot onto this planet with the intention of meeting you again would put us and him in great danger, but I hope one day I will lay eyes on you once more. Until then, please take care of yourself. Sincerely, [your initials].

Obi-Wan shared the same sentiments, but could not share that with you. Sending anything back to you felt like a risk and sometimes he wondered if you were even confident he was alive. That didn’t stop you from your caring ways as a Jedi, with or without the Order.

“It’s untraceable, I promise. But yes, I sent him a holomessage.” You explained to a confused but entertained Poe.

“And you told him what?” He chuckled, wanting to hear it again.

“I told him that thirty was a little late for a phase like this and that he was acting like a brat.” Poe nodded as you told him what you did.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” He rubbed his chin in thought, “it’s a little immature, probably could have been worded better, but hey! He’ll probably cry over it.” He applauded you jokingly.

“You think it’s lame, don’t you?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Just a little. I wouldn’t let the general hear about this.”

It was the first time you would ever see this Mandalorian’s face, and it was enticing to say the least. You’d know his voice for so long, but his face was nothing more than a void to your mind. Sure, you tried to imagine what he might look like under his helmet, even asked for clues, but nothing prepared you for this moment. As he removed his helmet, your eyes widened and he noticed right away. “What?”

“Nothing…I just—I mean, I had imagined a dozen faces under that helmet and none of them are even close.” You laughed and tried to memorize his features before he hid his likeness from you once again, who knows for how long. “Sorry I’m staring.”

“It’s fine. I hope you’re not disappointed.” He deadpanned and you tried to hide your smile, failing spectacularly.

“No, not at all. This is far better than who I pictured.” You replied.

“Are you saying you imagined I was ugly under my helmet?” Din countered and got you again.

“No! I mean, of course not.”

Leia knew something was wrong, your head wasn’t in the right place at all, and that was something the Rebellion just couldn’t afford right now. Well, it was also something Leia didn’t want for you, she cared about you too much to let you suffer in silence. “Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong. We need you, I need you.”

“I don’t know, Leia, it’s everything. I’m homesick, I miss my family, I’m worried for my squad, I feel like the weight of the galaxy is on my shoulders,” you ranted to her, growing increasingly upset as you paced back in forth in private, “I don’t know if I’m cut out for this line of work.”

“I know that’s not true, y/n. You are an amazing leader, one of the best I know.” Leia blocked your pacing path and grabbed your shoulders. “I know how you feel, I sometimes feel that way, too. And I will sit here and be with you for as long as you need me to, but this Rebellion needs you, y/n. You’re the best we’ve got.”

While cleaning up your own quarters to kill time before Poe was home from his latest mission, you had stumbled upon a item of clothing not belonging to yourself. Upon closer inspection, you determined it was your friend’s and it brought a smile to your face. Who knows how it was left here, but you knew it’d be staying. Finders keepers.

It truly would be the only thing to keep you comfort when he was away. The simple thing that you’d turn to when Poe couldn’t be there with you. Worn about the base and held onto as you slept, a reminder of someone you missed no matter the relation. As time went on, missions came and went, you sort of forgot it was his. You were so used to casually wearing and washing it that when you stepped out of your room with it on, Poe said:

“Hey, isn’t that mine? I’ve been looking everywhere for that! Where’d you find it?” You looked down at the article and remembered the day you found it.

“I’m not giving it back.”