Poncho Boy and Magick Girl

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[hillysstyx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary

"Unbalanced, he tilted backwards and fell into the void – the fall was several feet high. In a stupid reflex, he stretched his arms out in front of him to try to absorb the shock. He crashed brutally to the ground in a crack of bone and cartilage as the pain spread from his left arm to his shoulder."

Pic from @cclkestis

A/N: In the first part, I wanted to depict Cal's daily life as a scrapper on Bracca. For the second part I just rewrote an old fic I had already published. It is quite interesting to see the changes between my old writing and my current writing. If you want to have a look, it is in "Before the Mantis" (but be careful, if you read the whole thing, you might spoil the next chapter!).

[hillysstyx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary

"You see, it wasn't that complicated. And no need to worry. The Guild doesn't care about your age, your name or your past. No matter who you are or who you've been. All you have to do is work hard and keep a low profile. Especially when you're trying to avoid the Empire."

A/N: "Hired" or "How Cal Kestis got his tattoo". 

At first, I didn't want to do a chapter on Cal's hiring and tattooing because I wasn't very inspired and there were already a lot of good fics about it. Then I finally decided to give you my version.

I couldn't write anything I liked about the tattooing itself, so I focused more on the setting and the atmosphere. I hope you liked it!

[hillysstyx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary

"After several long minutes of walking, Cal finally stopped wondering where Prauf was taking him. He stopped asking questions to himself, except the question of whether he would collapse or take another step. The energy with which he had felt filled during their escape from the Seventh Heaven had left him. When he reached total exhaustion, he continued. His feet were covered with blisters from his undersized boots and walking was a real ordeal. Each new step was more painful than the previous one, and he was in agony."

Gif from @disasterlineage​

A/N: A transitional chapter. It's not my favorite and I have to admit that I had a hard time finding the inspiration to write it. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

[hillysstyx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary

"He shrugged and was about to turn back when something – his instinct, perhaps? – stopped him. He shouldn't leave. He didn't know why, but he felt he shouldn't leave. It was as if there was something drawing him, ordering him to stay – no, to get into that locked office at all costs."

Gif from @ciricinnamonroll​

A/N: First of all I would like to thank you for all your kind comments! I'm slowly working on the translation, but I'm making progress! And as in any good hurt/comfort fic, after the hurt here is finally the comfort ! Enjoy !

[hillysstyx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary

"His words had the same effect on Cal as a punch in the stomach. Overcome by a horror that liquefied his insides and stripped him of all his strength, he widened his eyes and stifled a scream when he realized what awaited him."

Gif from @liquidsnvke​

A/N: Hey, once again I apologize for the wait, but I'm slowly working on the translation. I hope you'll like this chapter! We are deep in the hurt, but I promise, the comfort is coming in the next chapter!

[hillysstyx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary

"After several minutes of running, his legs began to hurt. Each stride became more painful than the previous one; each new impact of his worn soles on the hard ground rose up along his legs in the form of painful vibrations. His breath was getting shorter and shorter. He wasn't going to last much longer. He had to find a way to outrun his pursuers, and fast."

Gif from @disasterlineage​

A/N: I am really sorry for the delay. I will try to post more often in the future. I promise!

[hillysstyx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary

"No luxury, no opulence in the grubby and dusty streets – or rather muddy considering the rain that had started to fall again – of this miserable and pitiful city. Neon signs of all colors lit up the dark and dirty streets with their flickering lights, adding their crackling to the already wide variety of city sounds. Only the nostrils of the most expert passersby could differentiate the smells of rain, food, smoke, and sweat that mingled in the air, forming a most nauseating fragrance."

Gif from @ciricinnamonroll​

A/N: Oops! I totally forgot to post this chapter here! Error fixed!

[hillysstyx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary

"The sound of rain.

This was the first thing of which Cal became aware while still huddled in his seat, clutching his master's lightsaber in his two sweaty hands when he came to his senses after the crash of the escape pod to which he owed his life."

How to survive after the Purge when you are a Padawan lost on an unfamiliar planet? Cal Kestis tries as best he can to hide, but the fate – the Force? – seems to have turned against him.

A fanfiction about Cal's youth on Bracca, full of blood and tears, but also of love and friendship. Come for the hurt, stay for the comfort! Poor little lost Padawan.

Gif from @yennefur​

A/N: I'm glad to present you my new fic! I warn you at once: you are entering here into the temple of hurt/comfort. If you don't like this kind of fic, go on your way. Otherwise, welcome aboard and enjoy the trip!

[hillysstyx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary

"In the past, you hardly had any notion of change. Change was meaningless to you because your life was changing every day. You constituted the center of your own universe because you were your own universe. You had to be it to survive in the ruthless environment of the Inquisitorius. The death of thousands of people on some planet meant nothing to you. You could have been called selfish even if it wasn't selfishness but simply a matter of survival.

And suddenly, a grain of sand had appeared in your universe. Suddenly, you had sensed what time was, what change was, and what your place in the universe was."

A/N: The final chapter! Feel free to like or reblog. Thanks for reading anyway!

[hillysstyx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary

"You look at the Mantis' ramp slowly lowering, breathing greedily the hot, dry air that rushes into the ship bringing with it the smells of the desert – the smell of the wind in the dunes, the scent of Samarkan tamarisks and junipers. You watch the heat waves flooding over the cracked earth like an ironic parody of the water for which it seems thirsty. You look with envy at the sandy expanse strewed with a few tufts of dry grass and lonely shriveled trees, symbols of the freedom of which you aspire with each new second that passes."

[hillysstyx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary

"Time seems to be suspended. You look alternately at the two men framing you and offering you their hand – your first master on your left, your last master on your right. Jedi versus Sith. Light side versus dark side. Past versus present.

There always comes a time when you have to choose.

But you've never liked to play by the rules."

[statictay]

[rrrainbo]

Duchess of Mandalore

[rocket-sith]

Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

[hillysstyx]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary

"We make plans, we work hard to make them come true, confident that we are in control of our future. And sometimes a short moment, a simple word, a single glance, a trivial gesture is enough to change the course of our destiny, irremediably altering our future. Ever since you met Cal, your life has been a succession of such moments, sending you tossing you from one end of the thread of your fate to the other."

[petitcroc]

[pixalry]

Cal Kestis - Created by Maxim Loginov