Hey, Could You Do Cal Kestisx Reader From The Grumpy Prompts (16)? I Would Love You For Ever

hey, could you do Cal Kestisx reader from the grumpy prompts (16)? i would love you for ever

And I will love you forever for requesting a Cal Kestis story because ahhhhh this cinnamon roll owns my heart and I can't believe he's not talked about more in the fandom!

Cal x reader | 1k words

"Hey now... I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna stay right here. Right with you." from this prompt list.

It was all becoming a bit too much for you.

You hated to admit such things. You'd worked hard in recent years to overcome fears and doubts and worries, to build yourself up into a decently functioning human that may not always be perfect, may not always have good days, but at the least embraced the world and all its crazy adventures with spirited gumption. And now... now you felt it all regressing back into that anxious, overwhelmed state of being from your youth. It would have been maddening, if it wasn't even more exhausting.

You'd collapsed by the lake some point earlier that afternoon. Another argument had broken out on the Mantis between the few of your friends that remained. The ship was docked in a clearing not too far away, central to some aesthetically pleasing views. Your favorite was the craggy hill that rose above the forest line, providing visibility of the rolling terrain and clear skies. But you hadn't had the energy to make it up there today. You'd slinked out of that ship as soon as the first passive aggressive words started getting thrown around, and you'd practically stumbled to your current spot on the lake before laying right along the bank and trying to rid yourself of the unwanted weariness that was threatening to settle itself in your very bones.

Your gaze shifted in and out of focus. Sometimes watching the rippling of the water before you, sometimes getting lost in the middle distance as your thoughts tried to untangle themselves from your feelings. You really, really didn't think you could keep going like this. Not with so many of your friends gone, and the few left constantly at each other's throats. Not when you were reminded daily of your lack of a home and purpose. And not even with that cute redhead around.... No, it was far too much for you to handle.

You weren't sure when the tears had started but they quickly soaked your cheeks and blurred your vision. You pushed yourself to sit up once your nose started getting stuffy, with your arms wrapped tightly around your middle and your head hung low to face your lap.

Too, too much.

You felt his presence before you saw it. You could always feel Cal. He was the one clear thing you could latch on to. You would normally force yourself to focus on his clarity, his stability, and then the overwhelming emotions would end up drifting away. But now he was anxious, you could tell as he sat next to you cautiously and carefully. And that wasn't a very calming energy to take in.

"Go," you said before he could do anything to offer you comfort. You weren't crying anymore, but your words came out in short bursts while you still tried to catch your breath. "Please, Cal... I just... I'm so tired. I'm tired and my head hurts all the time. I can't keep up anymore. I just... can't...."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes scanning your hunched form and his mouth drawn down in a tight frown. He really did feel worried.

You continued on, unable to contain the words that fought to express the heaviness of your spirit. "You all need to leave me here. I'm not worth the trouble. I'm just going to be a further burden and then everyone will start resenting me next and then next thing I know, I won't have any friends left. It'll just be me. So might as well cut me loose now while you still can."

Your breaths grew quicker as you tried to stave off the next wave of tears that threatened to fall. Surprisingly, you felt Cal scoot closer to you, placing his arm around you in an unprecedented move of physical comfort. He was always so respectfully distant in that way. And while it caught you off guard, you felt yourself lean into his embrace, seeking the solace it promised to give, despite the little speech you just had about needing to cut ties.

"Hey now... I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna stay right here. Right with you."

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to focus on Cal. He was still concerned, still upset to see you like this, but that inner strength of his wasn't completely gone. It was still there, ever hopeful, ever resolute. It didn't completely replace your own instability, but it was better than being left alone.

"We all get tired sometimes," Cal eventually spoke. "That's okay. You just need to rest."

"No," you shook your head, removing it from his shoulder. "No, it's more than that...."

"Maybe," he cut you off gently. "But have you tried? Have you tried to rest yet?"

You looked up at him with rueful, red-rimmed eyes, answering his question with just a single look. You whispered one more time, "I can't."

"Yes you can," he smiled softly. "I'll stay with you until you do. And then we can talk about whether you can keep going or not."

He spoke so decidedly, as if he was saying the truest thing in the universe. He believed in you. Every part of you. Even the strength you didn't feel you had any more.

"I'll send the others off with Greez and Cere to get supplies," he said. "No arguments. No research. No fights. Just you and me for a while. Should be plenty of space to rest."

"No." You were still fighting him. You weren't sure why. It was just so hard to accept that the solution could be so simple. "No, you all need to keep going. Don't stop for me."

"We're not stopping, we're resting," he laughed a little, bringing you back in to lean on him. "And don't you ever think you're not worth it. I'm serious."

You couldn't stop the tears now. You let them flow freely against Cal's shoulder, only slightly mortified at how quickly they seemed to soak through his poncho. But he didn't move away. He didn't complain. He let you work through whatever you needed to before you could let yourself rest. And even after you had exhausted yourself, he continued to do exactly what he had promised.

He stayed right with you.

Today's Fallen Order request is for @cityofperpeptualgloom "I'm here."

“Cere.”

She looks up from her book (a detailed history of the hallikset and music theory she started reading during the war and never had a chance to finish) and sees Merrin staring down at her, worry clouding her expression. “What’s wrong?”

Merrin shakes her head. “It’s Cal. In the ruins. I don’t… He won’t speak but… I think he needs you.”

“Is he hurt?”

“Not physically.”

“An echo,” Cere surmises.

Merrin nods. “He won’t tell me what it is.”

“Leave it to me. And tell Greez he might want to clear out the engine room for a while, just in case.”

“He will immediately begin baking Cal those spice cakes he likes,” Merrin says as she heads in Greez’s direction.

Cere leaves the datapad on the table and heads outside into a beautiful, sunny day. The temperature is just right, the air alive with the freshly blooming flowers, sharped by sea salt. The old Jedi temple they came to explore is right on the beach. It’s so idyllic, Cere can’t believe the Empire hasn’t set up a retreat here for the higher ups. She imagines their absence is only because they’re too far from popular shipping lanes, and there are no military benefits to the location.

Not yet anyway.

The Force guides her to Cal no matter how intently he shields. Once a Seeker, always a Seeker. His aura, shrouded though it is, simmers with white hot pain. Worry spiking, Cere picks up the pace and finds Cal deep inside the temple, beyond winding halls of meditation chambers, bedrooms, refectories, even an empty library, in an oculus hall, bathed in the sunlight pouring through the open ceiling. BD looks up at him, slumped and sorry. He sees Cere and hurries over to her, feet tip tapping over the marble floor. He clambers onto her back, beeping quietly. She gives the little droid a pat on the head. She’s here, she’ll help. The oculus hall is huge. Once, it would have housed Jedi seeking peace and wisdom. Now, the painstaking marble carvings hopelessly stained, the chamber home to countless bird species.

Birds, and a small pile Jedi robes at Cal’s feet, weathered beyond use.

“Merrin sent you.”

“She did. She’s worried about you.” And so is Cere. Cal won’t even turn to look at her.

“Children,” Cal tells her from where he stands over the pile. His voice strains, thick with tears. “Left here, long ago. Not because of the purge. There was a disaster on a nearby world. The masters went to help, left their children behind, thinking they would be back within a day or two. They never returned. And these children, left alone, starved. They didn’t know what to do, didn’t understand why they were abandoned here.” He presses both hands to his head, hair spilling over pale fingers. “Everything I touch, all I ever see is misery and suffering. I’m so sick of it.” His head tilts back, tear-stained cheeks catching the sunlight. “Why is the galaxy so full of pain? Why can’t I stop it?”

BD hops down from Cere’s back and rushes to Cal, waiting for him to crouch down. Cal doesn’t so much crouch as collapse, sobbing.

“I’m so sorry,” Cere says. She’d suggested they check this world out not only for the Jedi heritage to be found here, but also to give them all a break. She knows he’s worked on his psychometry, found ways of managing it, and yet the fact remains that the past hurts. Crouching beside him, she places a hand on his shoulder. “I’m here.”

To her surprise, he falls against her. She wraps her arms around him, feels his body trembling with his tears. He’s not shielding her from it now. It buffets her, and it's only thanks to her own shields that she doesn’t crumple along with him.

She waits for him to cry it out. BD hops on to Cal’s back and presses against him, a tiny droid hug. Slowly, steadily, Cal calms.

“Release the memory,” Cere says. “Let it go now.”

“For once, I wish… I want…” But whatever it is he wants, Cal doesn’t say. Instead, he does something he’s getting frighteningly good at – packing up his feelings and putting them away, out of sight and unreachable. He pulls back, wipes a hand over his face, and musters up a faint smile. “Thanks, Cere. I’m sorry I worried you.”

“No need to be sorry,” she says, standing and holding out a hand. He takes it, letting her help him to his feet. “You’re allowed to worry me.”

His smile is a little brighter. “Did you hear that, BD? I got permission to worry Cere.”

BD whoops.

“Permission can be revoked, you know,” Cere says, nudging Cal.

okay with C.ai...I made a character formed around the actor Cody Fern...don't ask...and I'm using a voice of him...I looked into the voices of Cody Fern and only three pop up...but one stood out of the three...it sounds a little like him as if he's talking through microphone on a Zoom meeting...lol...it's nice...the other two do NOT sound like him, idk what or how those ppl made his voice, they were high on weed or drunk probably lol...

great still image, isn't it?!?!😛

I should've made it brighter....

when my brain goes blank and my daydreaming begins:

random dagan gifsets.