Anakin As Your Husband

Anakin as Your Husband

↬  Anakin as a Husband & Father Headcanons ★

@arichardson​: “can i have anakin as your husband and a dad headcanon please!!<33”

Anon: “hi!! can i please have fluff with anakin as a dad and your husband?? <33”

✧ Genre: fluff 

✧ Media: headcanon / bullet-point

↬ gender neutral reader :)

(this is like... post Anakin turning to the dark side / what could have been)

First of all

his charm does not waver once u guys are married LMAO

still the cockiest mfer you know😏😎

he swore he could never love anyone or thing more than you until your children came along.

he’s lowkey highkey the worst cook in the world

but still tries to help out regardless

what he is really good at though !!!

is making your kids listen

espcially when they need to do something they dont want to

hes so good at getting them to clean or help out

LOVES taking them outside to do stuff

one of your kids is obsessed with flying 

and the other insists they are a jedi master.

okayokay besides kids

is actually a really good husband fr

sososososo protective 

almost too much sometimes

but you know it’s completely out of his undeying love for u

he would do anything to protect you and your kids

though he’s out quite a bit doing ~jedi buisness~ 

his fav thing ever is to lay in bed with you at night

just the two of you

and he deffo hold you like a teddy bear HAHAHA

alwayssss reasures you whenever you have doubts of anything

literally he will fix any problem u have

he’ll do anything quite literally

( 😳)

he totally wants to buy the stupidest shirts for your kids when they are first born

like the ones with writing on them that only adults find funny

and you’re like absolutely not.😐

the next day you come home to your kid wearing a shirt that says, “of course I’m awesome...just look at my dad!” and u actually almost kill him HAHAHAHA

hes competetive w ur kids

HAAHAH like any games he plays with them

holotable chess, using sticks and pretending to have lightsaber fights, racing to his ship where he shows them how to fly it, you name it.

Literally competes with them

none of that “i’ll let them win” stuff LMAO

but when they get upset ofc he will and he’ll totally comfort them

He really loves spending time with all of you

but you were his first love at the end of the day

and sometimes he wants nothing more than to just be alone with you in each other’s presence :’) 

Makes Ahsoka babysit

“This is part of your Jedi training, Snips.”

“Master--” 

“Don’t make me tell the council you’re not listening to my orders.”

hi i just wanted to let you know that i love your blog !! <3

whatt thank you so much! it seriously means so much as a writer & fan <3 :')

A Candle in the Dark - 2

↬ fem!reader x cal kestis

Chapter 2: Missing Pieces 🕯︎

After resting at Prauf’s, you get started as your first day being a Scrapper. Who knew there was more than one decent person on this planet?

✧ Genre: a bit of angst, pretty general

✧ Media: chapter series

✧ Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Reader finally meets a certain readhead... 

!!! Warning tags: swearing, reader is going through it. reader is still really hurt, mentions of food, broken leg, sexy readhead

If you aren’t sure you can read this based on these tags - no worries! Please please do not :) I have plenty other flufflier works on my masterlist :) <3 Take care, and enjoy !

You’d never more badly wanted to ask a question you knew you shouldn’t. You wouldn’t like the answer - there was no doubt in your mind. You didn’t want to admit that you were too prideful on what you thought you knew about people, about the galaxy. Even with your leg sat on another chair and your left shoulder steady on Prauf’s table in his kitchen, you held the side of your forehead while questions spilled out from the top like your head was overflowing. 

What you nearly hated more than the question that was burning in your throbbing skull was how well Prauf seemed to understand you. Whenever he looked or talked to you, your brain felt like it was being intruded on. It was as if his eyes were two beady microscopes, peering deeply into your eyes, all the way down to your soul. 

In Prauf’s mind, you were a person. A young girl alone, who most importantly, needed help. In yours, you had the experience of a person-lived-in twice and you more certainly did not need anyone’s help. You lived the last five years of your life alone. Well not completely, someone was always on your tail. Someone always wanted you, it wasn’t an unfamiliar circumstance or feeling, to be wanted. But to you, to be wanted was to be taken. To be captured, tortured, mamed, and beaten for - fun, information, or until your soul left your body and your pulse stopped beating.

Prauf was close to stepping out of his small home when he sighed. You were passed out on the table, head laying on the edge with a supporting arm, your other draped off the surface of the place he normally ate alone. Your injured leg still layed on the chair a foot or so away from you. Your other leg coiled into the chair with the rest of your body like it was the most comfortable place to rest in the galaxy. An empty glass once filled to the top with cool water sat near your head, and Prauf couldn't find the pain medicine he’d left you before he went off to bed. He’d seen you fall asleep last night, not wanting to wake or move you anywhere that could be more comfortable. You were finally at peace, the aura of nerves once seeping from your everything had disappeared. 

The peaceful scene in front of Prauf was short-lived as a large ship flew above his home, shaking the house like it was a faulty vending machine. Your head shot up as the table shook and you began to stand, adrenaline pumping through your veins instantly. Prauf reached out a hand, not to touch you, but as if to say, “it's alright.” The plane passed as you stared up at the ceiling like you had x-ray vision. 

“I was just about to wake you.”

“How stable is this place?” 

“Stable enough.” Prauf moved to the small cupboard ahead of you.

“Why don’t you eat something then we can head out for today?” 

Your stomach rumbled at his words. Maker, you were hungry. You nodded stiffly, causing him to toss a ration bar to you. 

As it landed in your hand, the burning question you’d thought of since the minute Prauf reached an arm to you in your crashed ship rang in your head again. You ate cautiously, but eventually gave up as you scarfed it down. You were feeling a lot better from the night before, though your leg was aching a slight bit less now, your head was now searing in pain. You just then noticed the bacta patch and bandage that was set in front of you. Kriff, bacta was so rare these days. And expensive. That's it. 

“Why are you helping me?” You stood this time, anyone who didn’t know of your injuries would think you had none the way your face stayed in one unmoving expression. Your question came off as harsh, but you weren’t giving in that easily to trust. You knew damn well there was no medic here; no doctors, no hospitals, no places of safety, of healing. This was quite literally the best thing anyone could do for you on Bracca. But why?

Prauf sighed, hands at his side as he moved them to his hips. He did the thing again, looking into your soul. You hated how he seemed to do it so easily. “You're a young woman, Y/N. You gotta move on from this place eventually and find your destiny.”

There was no way that was the end of it. He couldn’t…the last time anyone had shown you kindness was over five years ago. Kindness, friendship, and trust were no longer in your vocabulary. You tried not to be moved by his words, and you didn’t show it on the outside at least, though they did tug slightly at your heart. 

“I will pay you back.” Your voice was firm, it was not a maybe. Prauf understood, nodding as he unlatched the door. 

Stepping outside into a temperature nearly as cold and swamp-like as inside with a sky dim as the house’s walls made your heart jump. You suddenly fell into a memory of Coruscant, the first place you could remember living. The rooms you resided in were cool, but not too cold. It was a temperate that kept your senses keen. Stepping outside, your skin met the warm sun and you could feel the slight breeze, however artificial. It might've been static compared to other planets, but it was also diverse. Bracca was like one long, straight line of the same thing. 

The air was cold, the only difference from inside was the light rain. You stiffened in an attempt to stop your shoulders from shaking. You trudged down uneven, cracked steps to where you were assuming Prauf worked. It wasn’t a long journey, but god was it a confusing path. You took it back - Bracca was not like a straight line. You moved over hunks of mamed metal scraps, jumped from mud to landstrip, and finally, you landed in front of a large, open structure. Lights hung and buzzed everywhere like alarms, the orange light already making your head hurt. 

It was still raining, and it was picking up ever so slightly each minute, so you simply appreciated the roof over your head. As your feet followed Prauf’s to an official looking area in the Guild, you realized how appreciative you really were of what he’d done. He could have easily walked past you like you weren't even there. Worse, he could’ve taken your ship apart while you laid crumpled in it, your poor body giving up. You shook the thought from your head, grabbing at Prauf’s shoulder as the words escaped your lips before you could think.

“Thank you.” You attempted a meager smile, though it looked rather awkward. Prauf retired your expression and words with a kind smile, the sort you were trying to emulate. 

He nodded, understanding how hard that must’ve been for you to say. 

“I’m just glad you’re alright, Y/N. You gave me a scare when you were knocked out for so long.” You looked up at his face, quirking your head.

“What do you mean? I just slept like normal? Isn’t it early right now?”

His small eyes got slightly bigger as he realized he’d let information he’d wanted to keep to himself slip. A hand reached behind his neck, scratching it nervously.

“You uh…were out for two…nights, Y/N.”

“What?”

“You really think you healed that fast? You’re walking much better than you were two days ago. Good thing, too. You really needed it.” 

You gaped at Prauf, shocked you were out for days. Though it made sense, you guessed - you could walk okay. You had learned to tune out light pain, so walking slowly after what had happened wasn’t the worst thing you’d felt.

Prauf turned from you and opened a small, steel door in front of him. It was rusty, and definitely not the cleanest, a squeaking sound ringing as his large hand twisted the loose knob. Though it was by no means clean, the booth, or office you guessed, was a hell of a lot cleaner than the other parts of the work area. 

“Stay here.”

Prauf disappeared behind the door, and you took the opportunity to look around. The hum of small and large ships passing above, far and near, could be heard. The room was large, the ceiling stretching tall with wires all over the circular build. Sparks flew from a few holes in wires and the clankly walls all around, and your eyes spotted a few workers tinkering with them. 

No more than a minute later, Prauf hunched under the door frame, behind him a teal colored droid that was as dirty as you probably were. 

“This is her, chief.” 

The foreman droid twisted its head to you, its body and arms following a moment later. 

“She can start working with scrapper 478-G. Send her down.” The droid’s voice was gravely, like it was an old model, which matched perfectly with its physical condition.

“Wait,” It spoke again, returning to its room. You looked at Prauf, almost for guidance, asking subtlety what the droid was doing. Prauf raised his shoulders, shaking his head. The droid returned a moment later, a deep navy poncho in his hands. He held it out to you, your timid, cold hands thankful as you grabbed the piece of clothing. It was frayed, old, and definitely had been previously owned, but none of that mattered. It was a thick material, and was slick as well. It warmed you, and you were glad it would also keep some of the rain from the clothes on your body - the only ones you owned. 

“You’re ready now.” You could feel the droid stare at you, though it didn’t have eyes. You nodded one, before it spoke again. “Wait.”

You rolled your eyes, turning again to face it.

“Scrapper 478-G is gone. You will be stationed here with Rigger 1004-B.” 

“I don’t know if she can do rigging yet, boss.” 

“She will learn.” The droid turned away, leaving you both as he went back into his cave.

“A rigger? I thought you guys were scrappers?”

“We are. They’re pretty similar. Riggers just uh…well it's a bit harder. Pays better, though. You gotta get stuff in the hard to reach places.”

You stiffened, hoping Prauf couldn't hear how loud your heart was beating. You’d done stuff much riskier and more dangerous than this job. It wasn’t even comparable. But you’d never been here. And you had a near broken leg. You hadn’t had to follow many rules for a while, and you hoped the pressure, and pain, wouldn’t crack you.

“Hey, you’ll be okay Y/N. I mean, I’m a rigger. And hell, I’m a lot less nimble than you are.” Nimble was not the word that came to mind to describe yourself since you arrived in Bracca. More like slow and in pain. But Prauf was right. Though your build was smaller compared to his, you were quite strong.

Prauf began climbing the ladder to your next destination. It hung from the entrance, and went up a long way. It made you dizzy to crane your neck up so high. You pulled yourself up, your arms doing most of the work. When you focused too much on climbing, you could feel the pain. Your leg still hurt like a bitch. The rest of you hurt as well too, but all you could focus on was your stupid, hurting leg. Yet it didn’t stop you from climbing like your life depended on it. Which in the long run - it did. You hoisted yourself up as you spotted Prauf walking to a crouched worker ahead of you. You came up beside him and watched the rigger turn around. He had fiery orange hair, matching the orange patches near the top of his poncho that was also on yours and Prauf’s. He took out his headphone and removed a gas mask covering his face with grimy hands. 

“Cal, this is Y/N. She’s gonna be your problem until the boss decides where to put her.”

The boy smiled slightly at you, reaching his hand to yours. You were confused for a second or two, but finally raised your hand to shake his. You couldn’t recall the last time someone had shown you a nice gesture before Bracca. Maybe it wasn’t such a trash place afterall.

“We just had a Separatist ship land here before I found you,” Prauf spoke above you, “It’ll be good money.”

The rigger waved at Prauf as he left, the Abednedo giving you one last smile. 

“Here, I’ll uh…” Cal looked around the cargo, the two of you alone in the open dome shaped room with sparks still coming from wires. “I’ll show you around. The job is kinda different everyday. Do you have any experience?”

“No.”

Cal’s eyebrows furrowed as he tongue darted to the corner of his lips. Your eyes spotted a scar that cut into his eyebrow, as your eyes trailed over his face to the next. One along his nose, and one from his jaw down his neck. He noticed your eyes, his hand reaching to his neck to cover one. 

“So…how’d you end up here?” He asked, moving back to where he was working on the sparked wires. 

“Ship crash.” Your voice was quiet. It was your turn to distract him with questions before he got too curious. “What do we do here, exactly?” You already knew the answer. 

“We mainly break down starship wreckages and sell whatevers of value to the Empire.” His hands trailed along the drill, switching and flicking buttons before drilling into the piece he was working on. 

He stopped suddenly, the drill falling from his hands with a thud on the metal floor that rang into your ears, drowning out any other sound. He huffed, and looked at you, his eyes wide in alarm. He quickly came down from his odd gesture with a sigh. He cleared his throat before asking, “Do I know you? Have we met before?”

“What? No, I've never met you.” This boy was starting to freak you out. What the hell was wrong with him? Suddenly you felt a strong ripple in the Force, something you hadn’t used or purposely dove into for a very long time. A blue lightsaber wielded by a figure with red hair flashed once, making you gasp.

“Are you okay?” Cal asked. What the fuck.

“Fine. Just my head. I…I hit it pretty bad when I crashed.” 

His forehead wrinkled in sympathy as he spoke. “Well, in a couple days you’ll be able to buy some stuff to patch it u—”

“What the hell are you doing, rigger? You think we pay you to mess around? Who’s this?” A large, weird looking man had come from another entrance in the open structure. 

Cal looked confused, but stood his ground, his shoulders set higher as his posture improved almost miraculously. 

“This is Y/N. This is her first day on the job.” His voice was monotonous, much more notably so in comparison to how he was just talking to you.

The gruff man came up close to your face, making you scowl as your eyes squinted at his.

“Listen up. I don’t give a crap about how you got here or who you are. You're alone and you wanna live, right?

Oh you did not like this guy. But you weren’t dumb, this was the only way to make credits on Bracca since the purge. You nodded. Talking to this guy would waste what little energy and patience you had left.

“Good. Then get your ass up and work.” 

He stormed off, disappearing down the later you’d come up on. 

Cal sighed, apparently sharing your feelings for the man.

“What’s his deal?” you muttered to yourself.

Cal snorted, continuing with his work.

“He just got promoted a few days ago and is on a power kick, since he’s no longer one of the little guys. He doesn't really do much, though. Just walks around to check on us.”

“So what, all of us risking our necks for the bosses?” You were partially joking, though you knew it was true. 

“The pay isn't as good as it was during the Republic. Or that’s what Prauf always says. Now, we get paid just enough to get by.”

“Are you and Prauf…”

“Yeah, we’re friends. He’s a pretty nice guy.”

You nodded lightly, “He is.”

That word was one you hadn’t heard in a while. The last friends you had turned their backs on you or were dead. It wasn’t something you were jumping to make after…

Cal tilted his head towards the deeper part of the hangar. “Follow me.”

Calentines Day ♡

 ↬ Cal Kestis x Fem!Reader

✧ Genre: FLUFF

✧ Word count: 1.1k

✧ Warnings: None! just cute stuff :)

<3 author’s note: this is something I just whipped up really fast last night for Valentine’s day, so there many be a couple spelling errors. Hope you enjoy regardless! Have a wonderful monday ❀ :)

✧ Summary: You told your Jedi boyfriend what Valentine's Day was. He doesn’t really understand. Or so you thought...

"What's it called again? Valley time...day?"

You scrunch your nose. "Valentine's day?"

"Yes! That. So...what does that have to do with me again?"

You were walking slowly behind Cal, holding his shoulders as you guided him forward on the Mantis' cold steel floor, hoping he didn't trip on the way. He was blind folded, a small maroon peice of fabric obscuring his vision. All he could make out was a deep shade of red whenever he tried opening his eyes.

You had just landed on Bogano - which Cal was still unaware of. He breathed in as you two stepped off the Mantis.

"Hm. It smells like...am I allowed to guess?"

You smacked his shoulder lightly. He laughed.

"I'll take that as a no."

-♡-

"Okay. Just, stay right there," you said, fixing your hair and playing with your fingers. You wanted everything to be perfect for the boy that had seemed to bring you endless and loyal joy like the sun itself. You shuffled around a bit longer as Cal's hands went on his hips. BD was back on the ship, though you swear you could hear his beeping from the door at the sight you created.

You stepped lightly so you were right in front of Cal, peeking behind your shoulder one last time to make sure everything looked okay. Not okay. Perfect.

You smiled lightly as you reached behind his soft head of hair, untying the burgany cloth from his face.

His eyes opened delicately, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the orange hues of the sun setting on Bogano.

Long, thin green plants and grass seemed to sorround the soft, white blanket on the ground, a bottle of Cal's favorite drink from back home sat on the dirt beside it, and a woven picnic basket sat overflowing on the blanket. Inside were his favorite candies, snacks, and some gorgeous purple flowers You'd brought back from Zeffo. They were his favorite.

His eyes opened wide at the sight, floating from his favorite items to a small pink box on the left, tied nicely with a bow - then to the right, candles of all sizes flickering in the still, warm, air, letting go of a soft scent that smelled like you.

His eyes were wide, as was his mouth. He walked over carefully as he took it in.

"Y/N...This is wonderful."

You blushed, and he turned around to face you, nothing how you stood still in place, looking at him sweetly as your fingers fiddled with each other.

"Well c'mon you gotta join me!" He reached for your hands and led you to the blanket, giggling, causing you to do the same.

You both sat and ate, drank, and laughed, Cal inching closer to you each moment if it was even possible. You leaned on his shoulder, gazing at the sun as the sky turned to pinks and deep purples.

'Oh, before I forget." You reached for the pink box, handing it to Cal.

"What's this?"

You watched giddily as he rotated the present, staring at you as if he was trying to read your mind. Oh Maker. Maybe he really was.

"Don't do that thing, Cal, or I'll take the present back!"

He laughed again, focusing all of his senses on a rose pink colored box in his hands.

He unraveled the white ribbon tying it together and lifted the lid.

"You're kidding."

He lifted up a piece of pink fabric that would so well drape over his shoulders as did the other god-knows-how-many ponchos in his closet.

The next thing you knew you were getting tackled to the ground in a bone crushing hug.

"I love it."

Cal lifted himself off of you after awhile, taking off the red poncho he wore before. It was his effort of committing to this 'Valentines' holiday you seemed so excited about. He hoped you liked it, but he was even more happy to be wearing one you got him.

"Did you make this?"

You nodded shyly, proud of your work but hoping he enjoyed it as much as you did.

He gave you a single heartfelt smile before leaning into you.

"I love it, sweet girl."

He planted a kiss on your lips with his soft ones, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

He pulled away slowly as you two savored the heartfelt moment. You swear you could see hearts in the clouds along the deep-pink skyline as your cheeks matched the lovely color.

"I got you something too. BD!"

The small droid came scurrying down to the two of you, two small hearts on both wires pointing up from his head.

"Aw, he looks adorable," you cooed, as the droid booped cutely at you.

"Well..." Cal spoke, looking at his small friend.

"Open up."

A small container on the side of BD-1's head slid out, a tiny red box inside.

Cal picked it up gently, closing the compartment and handing it to you.

"Cal...you didn't have to..."

"Oh don't be ridiculous. You really think I wouldn't get you anything."

"I mean you don't know too much about 'Valley time day."

The jedi scoffed, before saying, "I'm a fast learner."

"That you a..." You'd opened the box. inside, a small, beautiful ring sat delicately in the black velvet. It was silver and spotless, cold to the touch. But the best part about it was the sparkling piece of light blue that sat in the center of it. It was gorgeous - shimmering in your eyes as you twisted it back and forth, it's small, jagged edges dancing in what was left of the light.

Cal reached for your hands slowly, taking the box out of it as he slid the ring on your pointer finger.

"When I was on Ilum trying to find my next Kyber Crystal I...a piece of the one in my saber," he looked down to his belt, "chipped off. I thought it would make a pretty piece of something for you."

"Oh, Cal..."

You started the at ring, eyes flickering to his lightsaber ever now and then. You could feel his warm, loving gaze on you, and the heartfelt gift was too overwhelming - you began to cry.

"Hey...wha-what's wrong?" Cal asked you softly, his hands instinctively driftng to your legs.

You let out one small laugh at his gesture, gazing up into his eyes. His eyes were worried, his forehead creased as his mouth hung slight open, as if he was afraid to speak.

Meanwhile - Cal was freaking out in his head. Did he do something wrong? Do you not like it? Is this too soon?

"I didn't mean to— "

"Cal. I love it." The tears from your eyes slowed, a few still dripping down your face as you smiled at the ring. You could hear him let out a huge sign.

Your eyes floated back up to his, your smile growing wider as you put your arms around him, laughing.

"I love you, Cal."

"I love you too."

Cal Kestis As Your Boyfriend

↬ Cal Kestis Bf Headcanons ★

anon: “hello! i would like a headcanon of cal kestis being your boyfriend, something fluff for a female reader 😖 please”

anon: “hey! could you write dating cal kestis headcanons please and thank you🙏🙏”

✧ Genre: fluff fluff & more fluff with a tiny bit of angst

✧ Media: headcanon / bullet-point

↬ gender neutral reader :)

the MOST annoying adorable jedi bf ever.

probably not too much pda only cause he's embarrassed after Cere teased him about you two

but ALONE he's the sweetest most loving boyfriend in the galaxy

he doesn't always like to voice his emotions, but he's happy to hear yours

whether you are ecstatically telling him about a mission or adventure that went well, how cute it was to see BD-1 flying around the few times he did, or if you were upset after a nightmare or mission gone wrong.

but sometimes you end up pulling his feelings out of him

not that you force it

but he becomes more comfortable with you the longer you two are together

TAKES U ON SO MANY HIKES

idk hikes or picnics on Bogano or pretty waterfalls on Zeffo are his favorite things ever

literally his idea of a date

or killing stormtroopers & bog rats together😍

he uh… he's learning how dates normally go 

but you don't mind

soooo hard working

takes care of you like ur his child or something and you do the same

like "Oh Y/N can I get you some water?"

"Don't trip, Flower, I don't want you getting hurt."

but you're the same with him

"Cal, can I make you some breakfast?"

"When was the last time you took a nice hot bath? I can draw you one if you want?"

you guys just hella take care of each other 

and bcs you're both so attentive and aware your communication is 👌👌👌

but also he is such a diva HAHAHAHA 

pretends to get annoyed about the stupidest things

"Y/N can you put your shoes by the door instead of my room please🙄✋" 

but he'll literally be wearing his shoes laying on his bed AND UR LIKE ???😃😃

Cal is such a fashionista so for your birthday he decides you also need a matching pink poncho

you guys wear them everywhere together

Greez says you two look like walking cotton candy

you guys laugh together a lot too

sometimes it's laughing until your lungs hurt 

or it's completely silent - but it's not awkward

sometimes you both love just sitting in each others presence knowing the other is beside you

he's so funny on accident

like he'll make comments about things that make you absolutely crack up

and you'll be laughing so hard that he doesn't even realize how funny he's being

and you laugh even harder at his confused demeanor and questions to what was so funny

one time😭

he brings you flowers back from Kashyyyk for your anniversary😭

but man's doesn't want you to see them so he doesn't put them in the terrarium 

and they literally die LMFAO

he goes to get them and comes back so sad like 😞</3

"I-I got you these flowers, and they were so nice, I swear… they just-"

 Is literally upset about it for the next week

But it's okay because your gift to him was a hike & picnic on Kashyyyk ofc

and the same flowers were right by the spot you two settled down in :)

You guys just get each other

and it's nice to know another young person so full of life and spirit that you bring out of each other :) ♡

A Royal Escape

↬ Cal Kestis x Princess!Reader ♥

✧ Genre: fluff, a little angst from fighting, lots of action, & cute protective cal :)

✧  Word count: 2.4k

✧  Warnings: Normal star wars stuff, ex: killing stormtroopers

↬ fem! reader

✧  Summary: Taken and trapped in an Imperial base on the planet Kashyyyk, you’re hopes are low. They’re even lower the more you think about how long it’s been since you’ve seen any Jedi...

A foreign sound swished about and slashed through thick surfaces outside your highly guarded cell, disrupting your tossing and turning as you tried to sleep…but nothing had ever woken you like this. A beam of blue light shone like heaven itself coming closer to you in the dim, echoing, cell halls. The commotion, blasters, buzzing, and screams grew louder as you sat up right.

The guards surrounding your cell let out shrieks of pain like you’d never heard, collapsing as a blue ray sliced through each of them. Silence fell on the boy wielding the weapon in front of you. He fiddled with a fallen trooper’s belt and leaned towards your cell door, swinging it open. 

“Princess Y/N,” he breathed heavily, his chest rising up and down.

“Are you alright, your highness?” His sprightly eyes swept over your soft, pale blue robes. You observed him with stunned eyes leering on the white piles of stormtrooper behind him, your face still turned towards his.

“You…” you whispered thoughtfully, “you’re a Jedi.”

He nodded. “Yes, I was sent here by General Kunjo to rescue you.”

“I…” You hadn’t seen a Jedi in years. It felt like an eternity. The last Jedi you had seen was a woman who watched over you while in your palace on Naboo as a young child. You knew Order 66 had executed all…or maybe it was most of, the Jedi. The possibility that one was standing in front of you was almost impossible - but the kind shimmer in his blue eyes and the small sliver of hope inside of you convinced you he was telling the truth. The skillful way he held his lightsaber like it was a part of him definitely helped.

He reached for your hands while you stood staring silent, hunkering down slightly.

“We have to get out of here, okay? I can explain everything once we're out. C’mon, um— your majesty.”

Air pushed from your nose as you stiffened a light laugh, the corners of your mouth turning up as some of the tension in the air evaporated. 

“Though I do appreciate it, you may drop the formalities, Jedi…” 

“Cal…Kestis.” he spoke flatly, his mind preoccupied as he followed close behind you, eyes darting around the halls and corners. He glanced over his shoulder one last time as he stepped to stand directly in front of you.

You finally noticed a small droid sitting on his back. It’s head tilted as it beeped and booped quietly like a small pet.

“Shh, not now, BD-1. And no, don’t say stuff like that. Besides, I’m a Jedi, remember.” The droid beeped sadly in response, and you never in your life wished you’d known Droidspeak than in this moment.

You kept close to Cal, fear began bubbling around in your stomach the longer you tip-toed behind the Jedi. You hoped the exit was near and the troopers wouldn’t serve too much trouble, or that they just wouldn't be there at all. 

The ladder option seemed absolutely laughable as BD-1 sliced the door in front of you cracking it open swiftly. The air rushed through your hair as your eyes darted over more than twenty troopers stationed low, high, far, and extremely up close. One so close, that Cal used his hand to push you back to the safety of the small room you’d been in before, as your back hit the wall. It didn’t really hurt, but you’d noticed his hands hadn’t even touched you. The Force. A long forgotten feeling of happiness bloomed in your chest. It was short lived though, as you watched the Jedi ignited his lightsaber as he swiveled through two troopers, slicing one a bit further in hopes to distract the other two from yourself. One fumbled, caching himself then turning towards Cal. He shot his blaster hastily as Cal reflected the bolt of red, boomerang it right into the trooper's head. Before you could hear the sound of the stormtrooper’s head hitting the ground, the remaining one reached back towards you, grabbing your arm with a steel grip. You pulled and pulled, but there was no getting the trooper off of you. He gripped your other arm, pinning you down as your back met the chipping, metal floor with a booming thud.

The Jedi was reflecting blasters left and right outside the doors in front of you, taking down the men one by one before he turned back with panicked eyes.

“Cal!” You yelled as best your lungs allowed. They felt like they were being crushed into the ground. 

“Y/N!” He cried out, kicking the white armored guard off of you with a grunt. Cal sat on top of him, twirling his saber once before igniting it and pushing a hole through his chest in one swift motion.

“Are you—” before the Jedi could finish, you grabbed the blaster from the stormtrooper’s belt, holding the gun in your hand which had a familiar weight to your blaster back home. You’d had quite a bit of practice in your free time as you’d grown up. 

You ducked behind the door and peeked out, spotting one remaining trooper on the roof making his way to the stairs to get the two of you. You turned swiftly, the gun steady in your hands as you followed his body, shooting a single shot to his head. He fell with a pathetic scream, his body limp on the stairs.

Cal stood beside you, his eyebrows shooting up as his open mouth curved into a small smirk. He tilted his head, “Impressive. You’re pretty good with that thing.”

You raised your eyebrows back, smiling shortly before strolling out. There were a few more troopers on the level the two of you had walked out on, cool air blowing through your robes. Cal sliced through two as you shot another. He smiled back at you, ushering you to move towards him. 

Before you stepped forward, you heard feet hitting the ground quickly from back inside.

“Cal there’s more!” He jumped forward, slicing one as three more ambushed him, barely noticing you. You focused, steadying your hands again as you aimed at the first, hitting him right in the chest. Cal took out one. Two were still on him. The second was so close to your Jedi savior you almost didn’t shoot. But he wasn’t a normal trooper with a blaster, he was a scout trooper. He held a glowing electric staff, and Cal was hunkered over from the shocks set from his feet to his head. 

You breathed in loudly, holding it as you shot. Yes. 

The trooper fell as you ran to check on the Jedi.

“Are you okay?”

He still had a hand on his stomach, his eyebrows crumpled, but he started up at you the way you had when you first laid eyes on him only minutes ago. Wonder.

Cal had heard you were pretty tough and could take care of yourself just fine, but he honestly wasn’t expecting you to be that good. You’d saved his life. And he was going to get you off this stupid, Imperial controlled planet. 

He nodded. “Thank you. We need to get you out of here.”

“We need to get us out of here.”

The coast was clear as you ran to the edge of the landing area. But there was a problem. In front of you, the edge of the cold Imperial colors ended, replaced with a long, large hole of fog. You could barely see past it, but you knew Kashyyyk well enough that it was far.

How did he get in here?

Cal stood a little too close to the edge for your comfort. His eyes landed on a long vine in the middle of the large, gaping ravine right below his feet. 

He turned around. “Okay, you stay,” he walked back towards you, pointing a bit closer to the edge than where you stood, “right here.”

Your face questioned him, but your mouth refused to open.

“I’m gonna jump and grab that, and when I swing back, grab onto me.

“What!? Are you crazy?” It was more of a statement than a question.

“It’s how I got in here and it’s how we’re getting out,” he said in a surprisingly calm voice. 

You shook your head, your brows tightening nervously. 

“I’ve done this loads of times before. We’re gonna do this and then we’ll be out.”

You nodded frantically.

While you were busy pretending this was all a sick dream, an ear piercing noise lurched from the vine covered speakers on the Imperial base.

All guards to the left port take off strip and attack. Bring back the girl alive. Kill the Jedi.

The monotonous message repeated a few times, but you weren’t sure if that was the nasuanting echo in your head or in real life. 

You watched as Cal’s eyes wided for less than a second before a look of determination wiped off his scared one. He ran, no, sprinted faster than you’ve ever seen anyone move towards the vine. He leaped as his feet hit the edge, gripping the rope as he began to swing. 

He swung back and forth once, slowly.

The doors behind you opened.

He swung a second time. 

You heard feet, far too many to count, on the ground.

He swung a third time. 

The sound of electricity buzzing behind you made your arms shake in fear, but you couldn’t turn around. Cal finally swung back close enough to get you.

You reached as long as your arms allowed, gripping onto the boy and he fastened an arm around your back. The journey was short, and frankly terrifying even with your eyes closed. 

You felt his grip lose the rope as he breathed out heavily and your legs hit the ground.

He grunted, standing up one knee at a time as his droid beeped. He laughed momentarily, bringing a hand to yours. His strong arms pulled you up. 

“He says you’re brave. Even he didn’t like swinging at first.”

You huffed out a laugh, staring back at the defeated, frankly pissed troopers behind you. They had failed in keeping you in their quarters, and more importantly, in killing a Jedi. You could only imagine the fate they would be sentenced to. You cringed at the thought, following Cal up the rough green hill, trying to admire the lush trees and flora around you.

The walk, to what you were assuming was the Jedi’s transport, was not terribly long. You’d definitely made longer journeys, but it felt short as you both spoke and laughed, BD-1 joining in occasionally. 

The Mantis, as Cal has told you, came into your view over a wide hill. It was long and shiny, in the shape of a large ‘L’. 

Cal fiddled with his comms before speaking, “We’re back, Cere.”

“Thank the Maker you didn’t get yourself killed,” A wise sounding female voice replied from his wrist, “or the princess - who I’m assuming is also in one piece?”

Cal looked over to you. “Yup. Though I’m sure if she’d had the keys to her cell she could've made it back on her own.”

His word choice made you blush. You’d only really ever been complimented on your looks, ability to follow orders, or your ‘royal’ skills, from the day you were born. It felt overwhelming lovely to have someone compliment your physical skills. Especially a Jedi. 

“Well I’m glad you’re both safe.”

As you neared closer, a woman dressed in gray and beige with short hair came towards the both of you. Your mouth opened before she could get a single word in.

“Master Junda…” 

“Hello, Y/N. It’s very nice to see you again.”

“Wait.” Cal stated, confused by the reunion he was extremely unaware of.

Cere and yourself headed towards the ship, Cal trailing the two of you like a lost dog.

“You two know each other?”

“She knew my Jedi guard who protected me on my home planet,” you replied.

“Oh…huh.”

“Small galaxy, huh?” Cere teased, welcoming you into her ship. 

She called out to the pilot, Greeze, and walked to the cockpit, signaling to him to take off.

Cal sat on the bright orange sofa in the main area and you followed.

“Thank you, Jedi.” 

“You may drop the formalities, princess.” he said, smirking. 

You rolled your eyes and sat next to the boy, studying his face before the small droid who’d accompanied you came into your sight.

“And thank you as well, of course.”

It booped excitedly, its cute, robotic voice going low to high. You laughed at the response, sure you don't need to know the language to understand how he was feeling. 

He beeped again, this time in a softer manner, looking questioningly at Cal.

“She doesn’t…you said a lotta stuff back there, how am I supposed to translate it all?”

Your eyes narrowed in curiosity, wanting desperately to know what the droid had said about you. “I was sure he only spoke once while we were on the base...”

The Jedi rolled his eyes and sighed, bringing a gloved hand through his soft looking hair.

He gave a lazy look of annoyance to his droid, who simply booped back like he was laughing, razzing the boy to speak.

“He just said that you are pretty, and that we…” He shook his head away from you as you stifled a laugh, accompanied by a bit of warmth on your face. 

Knowing how nervous Cal was acting in front of you when he wasn’t in his element on the battlefield, all shy and timid, gave you a surge of unexpected confidence. 

“Where’d he heard that from?” Your voiced feigned innocence, an obviously sarcastic tone that even BD-1 picked up on. He raised and lowered his legs quickly, booping as he jumped on Cal’s shoulder, looking from Cal to himself.

“Oh, from him?”

BD nodded.

You smiled. Cal’s hand reached behind his neck, embarrassment laced in his features as he moved awkwardly. 

“Princess,” Cere called, “we're landing.”

You nodded, standing before turning around to look at BD, who had jumped down and take your place next to Cal.

“Well, don’t tell him,” You started, whispering loudly to the droid as Cal watched in adoration as the two of you interacted, “But I think he’s quite handsome as well.” 

You kissed the droid's head and exited the ship, turning around just outside the door as you waved one last time, your mouth outlining the words, thank you. 

Cal’s mouth went in a humble line as he tried smiling. He nodded once and mouthed back, anytime, as a smile broke out onto his face.