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A/N: yo amigos, I've had this in my drafts for yearsss and never got round to finishing it but I DID IT! had some random burst of Cal happiness and did it, so hopefully y'all enjoy, this was supposed to be a two parter, but like idk if I can even write it or not, so don't be expecting a 2nd part anytime soon, sorry guys! xxx
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It was a simple patrol. That's all it was supposed to be.
You watched from your own star fighter as your Master's ship was shot down. You immediately dipped down and raced after him, trying to see if you could salvage him before his fighter exploded. What you didn't realise was that the enemy was still after you and your Master. You flipped your craft around and started shooting right back at them before realising who you were shooting at.
It was your own battalion. Your own troopers. The ones you had considered brothers. Family.
They were shooting non-stop at you, you quickly commed and tried to speak to your Commander.
"Wolffe! Come in! There's something wrong with Jag!"
Silence.
That was odd. Wolffe would always respond to you.
"Commander! Come in!" You tried again.
No reply. You grunted in frustration as you tried to get Jag off your tail but it was no use. He had called in back up and you were now surrounded by several other members of your own battalion.
There was no way you were going to make it out alive.
“Y/N!”
Your head turned quickly to your comms and you heard your master’s voice call your name. It sent a huge sense of relief as you looked to the left of you and you saw him signalling you to break left. He had given you an opening to escape which in result would leave him for dead this time. You didn’t want to leave your master, but with time running short, you had no choice.
Trust in the force my young padawan.
*****
Kashyyyk
You were on the run ever since the events of Order 66 and the rise of the empire, you clutched the holocron in your hands tightly as you ran from a bunch of stormtroopers guarding a secured building for the empire. You had managed to out run them and made way to your ship, the holocron held tightly in your hands.
A bunch of thieves had stolen your holocron in hopes of selling to gain some fortune, there was no way you were letting them get their hands on your holocron. The last piece that linked you to the Jedi, it was your only hope.
Safely in your ship you activated your cloaking mechanism as you closed your eyes and opened the holocron.
“This is Master Obi Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic, have fallen with a dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi.
Trust in The Force. Do not return to the Temple…that time has passed. And our future is uncertain.
We will each be challenged. Our trust. Our faith. Our friendships. But we must persevere. And in time, a new hope will emerge. May the Force be with you, always.”
Your eyes flickered open only to see a figure stood in front of you, dressed in black from head to toe. They wore a black helmet that covered their face, and on their hip, they held a strange form of a lightsaber hilt. It was curved and almost looked as if was a double sided lightsaber. It held the form of a crescent mode; it certainly was no ordinary lightsaber. You quickly emerged from your spot and stood opposite the figure; your hand held tightly on the hilt of your own lightsaber.
“A touching message.” The figure taunted as they approached you closer, almost intrigued by your presence.
“Who are you?”
The figure let out a sigh before reaching up to remove their helmet. The first thing you saw was his bright fiery auburn hair. It was a huge contrast against his pale skin, his eyes were filled with horror and hatred as he slowly started to circle you, his eyes taunting your every move. What stuck out most was his outfit, the mark of an inquisitor. You instantly pulled out your lightsaber and ignited it.
You had heard of inquisitors, they were trained by Darth Vader to hunt down the remaining Jedi and all those that practiced using the force. They were brutal and ruthless, and showed no mercy to those who were Jedi. By pulling out your lightsaber you had made a crucial mistake by revealing who you were.
"A Jedi." The man hummed as he stopped right in front of you. He reached out and placed a finger on your chin as he lifted your head to get a better look at you.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you look like the padawan of Master Plo Koon." Your eyes widen in shock as this man knew of you and your master.
"A shame what happened to him. Shot down by his own men, it wasn't even an honourable death." The man taunted.
"What do you want?" You growled as you tightly held onto your lightsaber, hands tightening around the hilt.
"If you come with me peacefully, then maybe my master will show you mercy."
"Mercy? There is no mercy where you inquisitors are! Where was the mercy as I watched my fellow Jedi brothers and sisters fall as you struck them down?" You yell back, not realising that you were falling into the exact trap he wanted. You rushed at him with your lightsaber to which he quickly ignited his own and blocked you.
"How do you think it felt as I watched the children be killed before my very eyes? All while you, stood and watched proudly!" You aimed another hit at him only to have the man fall down on his knees as you pointed your lightsaber at his throat, his weapon discarded across the room while you stood tall towering above him.
"Yes Y/N... I can feel the anger rising through you! The hatred, use it. Kill me where I lay. Avenge your fallen Jedi!" The man laughed as she watched you struggle to get a grip on yourself. In that time, his fellow inquisitors had caught up and were now stood behind you, he signalled them to stay behind.
"No.. only the weak embrace the dark... I will never!" You scream before thrusting your hands forward, pushing with all your might as you forced pushed away all three inquisitors. You quickly saw your escape and ran for it, picking up the mans lightsaber blade and making your way far away from there.
The two inquisitors that had come after Cal were ready to rush after you but with a quick shake of his head they stopped. "Let her run. She won't make it very far. I can sense the anger, the hatred rushing through her. It will only be a matter of time before we find her again."
"I will soon see you again Y/N."
*****
The voice of the ginger inquisitor rang through your head, his taunting tone, his laughter as he watched you struggle. You had made it to another one of your safety ships, the Jedi you were with had an idea to have these ships scattered across Kashyyyk. You slumped down in the cockpit, your heart racing as you held his lightsaber in your hands.
All of a sudden you were pulled back, a searing white blur flashed across your eyes as you blinked rapidly to clear it. It was only then you had realised where you were.
The Jedi Temple.
Or what it was before the war. Before the empire rose to success.
You glanced around watching the padawan rush around the temple, thier masters following swiftly behind, ready for training.
"Y/N."
You turned around on the spot at the voice of your own Master. You remembered this day Master Plo was ready to take you on your first mission. The younger version of yourself stood there ready for it as your master lead you to your Commander.
Wolffe.
You held in a sob at the sight of him. You had no idea where he was. If he was alive or dead. All of a sudden you were pulled out of your own memory and into another as you watched from the top.
A young boy, not much older than you were when you went on your first mission. He was training with his Master in the Jedi rooms. You looked over to his Master and instantly recognised him.
Jaro Topal.
How could you not? The guy was a legend, a Lasat. One of first Lasats you had ever seen before. You looked over to the young boy and studied him carefully. You didn't recognise him at first until the lights came on and you saw his face.
The inquisitor. The very same one who taunted you. Who tried to kill you.
What was he doing training with Master Topal? Unless...
No. It couldn't be.
"Cal. Concentrate, use the force."
He was a Jedi. A Jedi that betrayed the order, that succumbed to the dark side. He failed.
You dropped the weapon before falling to ground, eyes teary and wet, full of regret for your fallen friends and Master. Wolffe. The former Jedi, Cal.
*****
You had found an imperial building that was holding Wookies hostage and you had to help them. The wookies were friends of yours and you couldn't allow them to suffer under the hands of the empire. Your mission finished off with a bang, you and the wookies had blown up the building, crushing it into pieces so that whatever the Empire was working on was destroyed.
Just as you were leaving the building, you felt a strong presence, a dark presence. Being the curious person you were, you signalled the wookies to go ahead while you checked something out. You crept around the side of the fallen building only to find a hidden compartment where you saw 3 inquisitors.
You had recognised all 3 of them, they were the ones that had ambushed you in your ship, one of them was the former jedi, the traitor Cal. You leapt up and hid behind one of the broken columns, listening to thier conversation.
"We have been instructed to find the holocron. What are you doing here?" One of the inquisitors hissed at the fallen jedi.
Holocron? Why are they looking for a holocron? You couldn't let the holocron get into the hands of Empire. God knows what they could do with it, the force sensitive children would be used for their means and you could never let that happen.
"I have business to attend to. I'll be on my way." The ginger inquisitor replied as he played with a droid on the side of a table.
The two inquisitors hissed before they left. You waited until they left before getting ready to make your own way out and back to base.
"You have something of mine Y/N."
You stopped dead in your position, your heart beating rapidly. You instantly moved your hand to your lightsaber clipped on your belt as you slowly got up.
"I would like it back."
All of a sudden he was behind you, his hand on your own that was holding the lightsaber. His grip was surprisingly soft, it wasn't harsh or rough which surprised you.
"Please."
You twisted our of his grip before replying. "What? The Empire can't afford to get you another one, inquisitor?"
"Cal." Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"My name, it's Cal. But you already knew that." He says as he points to his lightsaber clipped at the back of your belt.
"How could you betray the Jedi Order?"
"I was left with other choice but to join. I have seen the future and there is no Jedi Order."
"Y/N, join me while you can."
Cal held his hand out. You glanced it at it quickly, looking at his face for any sign that this was a joke, but alas you found none. You rolled your eyes before stepping back and pulling your lightsaber out.
"Never."
"So be it." Cal slowly pulled his hand away before using the force to pull you towards him. You landed in his arms as you lightsaber dropped and your hands holding onto his arm for support before you quickly pulled away. Cal on the other hand had managed to unclip his lightsaber from your belt. He quickly used the force and pushed you to the ground, holding his lightsaber at your throat, the tip of it barely inches away from slaughtering you to death.
Cal was silent for a while. His eyes flickered around before focusing on your face once more. “I’ll give you one more chance Y/N. I have seen the future, there are no more Jedi. Join us. Join me.”
“You don’t take no for an answer, do you?” You spoke, getting annoyed with Cal's back and forth persona with you. Before you could attack him, you felt something coming. A sense of danger approaching, you stole a glance at Cal before you locked eyes, ready to run from whatever was coming.
His own eyes widened in shock as he channelled through force to identify what about to happen. Hands reached out to push you towards what ever it was, only it never came.
"Y/N!"
Within seconds, Cal had rushed forwards and pushed you aside, his own body collapsing on top of you, ultimately protecting you from the huge crash. The two of you groaned as you fell to the ground, the weight of Cal weighing down on you as you tried to sidle out from under him. His eyes were closed but his arms were wrapped around you tightly, his body seemingly taking the brunt of the drop.
“Where is she? The Wookies told us she would be here!”
“Shit...” You groaned, you were stuck, the both of you were stuck. The sounds of the troopers approaching was near, they were probably going to find you and the inquisitor and assume you had killed him. But why had he saved you? What was his plan?
Thoughts ran through your head, going millions miles an hour but one remained, you had failed your master.
"I'm sorry Master Plo."
The last thing you felt was the weight of a body being lifted off you before you succumbed to the darkness clouding your vision and mind.
summary: after getting stationed at the fortress inquisitorius, it seems a certain inquisitor takes an interest in reader.
relationship: inquisitor Cal Kestis x gn!reader
warnings: (18+) me being absolutely delulu, slow-burn-ish??? as it can get at 7k lol, making out at the end and fade to black, sexual tension if you squint, psychometry
word count: 7.6k
A/N: started writing this back when i restarted JFO and got cal’s inquisitor clothes, so it’s been in the works for quite some time. also i had made pancakes back then and was sad about having no one to share them with, so i shall share them virtually with all of you <3
there's a second part now! go read warmth after this :)
(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
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As long as you can remember, you’ve always been fascinated by the way people communicate with each other. Now, as a linguistics and behaviour expert, you count yourself lucky to be one of the probably few people who actually like their job. Stationed in an Imperial office on your home planet, you mainly monitor comms and analyse the occasional security holovid in an attempt to weed out any suspicious activity.
In fact, it was thanks to you that a rebel cell was found, since you caught a suspicious exchange on unused frequencies, which earned you a promotion. You were content with that already, but then your superior said he’d put in a good word for you, as he’s always felt like you were far more capable than just listening to comms all day, and that you could use your skills better in service of the Empire.
Fast-forward three months and lo and behold, you’re now stationed at Fortress Insquisitorius.
It’s the first day and while you’ve got the grand tour of the place by a group of stormtroopers especially assigned to you (you still can’t quite believe you get your own little squad of troopers), there’s still some time before dinner. After dismissing the men, saying you’ll catch up to them later at the mess hall, you walk around, further checking out the place.
As you turn a corner to a hallway you haven’t been to yet, you notice it looks rather deserted. You check the small sign on the wall; this leads to one of the bigger residential wings, but not yours. So you decide to turn on your heels and head the other way. Except that before you can even take a step in that direction, you’re stopped in your tracks by an invisible force and turned back around again. This hold around you isn’t so tight that you can’t breathe, but you do feel the pressure keeping your arms at your sides and your body suspended in the air, the sole of your boots hanging barely an inch over the polished floor. Unable to resist your captor, you’re met with an Inquisitor, of all people, who slowly walks towards you with one of their hands in the air, holding you in place.
They come to a halt before you, the helmet tilting slightly to the side as the eyes under the red visor study you, out of your view.
“Who are you?” comes the distorted voice. Despite the modulator, you can tell by the tone and body language it’s a man. You’ve heard stories about Inquisitors, and despite being stationed at their base, you hoped you wouldn’t have to interact with them. Just your luck, and in an empty hallway no less.
Nonetheless, you tell him your name, station and even your office’s room number. Just in case.
“I’m new,” you add, as if it wasn’t obvious by now. He remains eerily calm and still all the while. With a polite smile, you throw the question back at him, “And you are?”
His helmet tilts the other way ever so slightly as if your question took him by surprise.
“Inquisitor Kestis,” he replies after a second. “Cal Kestis”
“Well, nice to meet you, Inquisitor Cal Kestis,” you say. If you could move, you’d stretch out your hand towards him out of habit as a greeting, but he probably wouldn’t take it either way, so you’re glad you don’t get the chance to embarrass yourself. Yet, anyway.
For a few moments, he just stands there with you in his invisible grasp. Is he looking at you? Did he space out? You suddenly feel your stomach complaining about its emptiness.
“Uhm, could you let me down again?” you ask, looking down at the floor tiles and back up at the red visor. “I’d like to go get dinner.”
Without a word, he places you back onto the ground surprisingly gently, then takes off in the direction he came from, disappearing from your view as he turns a corner. Well, you think to yourself with a satisfied nod as you make your way to the mess hall, I think that was a solid first impression. Good job, me.
The next day, you officially start your new job, and you’re all sorts of excited and nervous. You’re still intercepting messages, decoding and translating encrypted communications, but on a much higher level this time. These are important people you’re monitoring. You’re also called as an interpreter when there’s holocalls with parties who refuse to have droids in the room. Besides, the officers and generals seem to actually enjoy having you around, with your happy and optimistic demeanour in this otherwise cold and sterile building. You know that Imperial staff can be rough sometimes, but you’re convinced that the kindness you put out into the world eventually comes back to you. So you make sure to treat everyone equally, with kindness and respect, wearing a smile whenever you get the chance.
The days go on, and you see all sorts of people around the place. You do see some Inquisitors from time to time, mainly in the hangar. Occasionally they make an appearance in the mess hall as well, but they usually sit alone and for a very short amount of time on one of the round tables in the far corner of the mess. You never see Inquisitor Kestis there, though.
As you sit with your little trooper squad, you chew on a stringy piece of meat deep in thought, not really paying attention to the conversation. This Kestis has you intrigued if you’re being honest with yourself. You still don't understand why he talked to you. The other Inquisitors seem to ignore you, as well as everyone else, most of the time. Besides, Kestis could have just talked to you. There was no need to Force-hold you or anything. Was he trying to show you he’s in charge or something? Doesn’t that mean that he felt threatened?
With a light scoff at yourself — because the notion of an Inquisitor being intimidated by you is pretty silly — you take another bite of your food, your gaze scanning the mess hall without looking at anything in particular. The thing is that, since you don’t see Kestis in the mess hall like, ever, you only catch fleeting glances of him here and there when you see him slip into the elevator or turn a sharp corner at a hallway. You furrow your brows. It’s almost like he’s avoiding you. And that makes you just much more intrigued in what his deal is.
When the squad is in a good mood, you try to slip a question into the conversation about the Inquisitors here and there, asking if they ever saw their faces or what they’re like, and what they do. The troopers can only tell you the rumours you’ve already heard in a thousand different versions, the details getting more violent and out of hand every time you hear them. You dismiss most of those stories; you’ve noticed that a few Inquisitors walk around without a helmet. And others are pretty direct in their attitude towards others, getting into arguments or even physical fights when something bothers them. So they all want the rest to know who they are and be scared, many even seem to enjoy the fear in people’s faces. But Kestis? The few times you’ve seen him, he moves like a well-oiled machine. His face is always hidden, every movement is calculated, and he doesn’t waste his breath on any unnecessary syllable. That’s just proof that he has a carefully curated persona he wears when he’s out and about. But once he’s alone, when he gets to peel back all those layers? You truly wonder what lies beneath.
One evening you find yourself thinking about him yet again, suddenly concerned about his eating habits, wondering if he’s okay and eating well. For some reason that you still can’t quite comprehend, you decide to just go to him. After all, if he didn’t want to see you, he’d just send you away, right? By now you’re very well aware about what the Inquisitors are capable of, but you’re both on the same side, so surely there’s nothing to worry about.
At least that’s what you tell yourself as your feet carry you to the mess hall that evening.
After you’re done eating (the food today is better than you would have thought), you order a second portion to go. You start walking down the hallway, looking for a console or a droid. You know where the residential wing is, but you don’t know what floor the Inquisitors’ rooms are, and doubt there’ll be specific directions towards them. It isn’t long before you do find an R4 unit, and you ask where the Inquisitor quarters are. The cylindrical droid beeps and jumps a little with a startle, at first unwilling to tell you, afraid that if it does, the droid will be sliced in half. But you promise the droid that you won’t tell on it. So after some more convincing and promising the droid you owe it an oil bath, it finally brings up a holomap of the place, showing you where you want to go with a blinking dot.
With a pat on the head, you say your thanks and go to where the map said. Soon enough, you find yourself in a wing of the building you’ve not only never been to, but one you didn’t even know existed if it wasn’t for the droid. The design of the walls is even sleeker here, and the sound of your boots echoes through the hallway. The further you walk into this wing, the fewer people and troops you come across. Even the constant rumbling of machinery behind the panels seems to be quieter here.
After some more minutes of walking, you finally reach the door you’re looking for. There are no signs or name plaques, but you remember the number on the door from the droid’s map. The lettering is almost the same shade of black as the door, so it took you a moment to find the right one. But you’re fairly sure this one should be it.
Taking one final deep breath, you knock on the door. In the seconds waiting for a response, you suddenly feel silly about being here. He’s a full-grown man. An Inquisitor. Why did you think he’d need you to bring him dinner? What if he didn’t like it anyway–
The door opens with a whoosh, and you look up. For some reason, you were expecting to be met with the red visor of his helmet. Which now that you think about, doesn’t make sense; if he’s in his quarters, he wouldn’t be walking around with his full uniform on.
Instead, you’re met with a pair of intense yellow eyes, and equally fiery red hair on his head. Your breath hitches and you’re not sure if it’s the surprise of seeing his uncovered face or the realisation that he’s incredibly handsome, and it just caught you off-guard.
He gives you a quick once-over, momentarily looking at the box in your hands, then bringing his eyes back to yours, boring into your very soul.
“Why are you here?” he asks in a flat voice.
“I haven't seen you in the mess hall today. Or, any other day, really,” you explain, unable to tear your eyes away from him. “Ever since I've started working here. So I brought some food in case you haven't eaten yet…” Your voice starts trailing off at the end as you once again realise how dumb that sounds out loud.
He holds your gaze a little longer, narrowing his eyes at you as if to scrutinise whether you're being honest or not. While you hope he’ll accept the food in case he actually hasn't eaten yet, that's all you expect to happen. You’re counting on him taking the box and leaving you be, so you can go back to your quarters and continue reading your novel, which you are actually looking forward to.
To your surprise, the Inquisitor takes a step to the side, silently inviting you in. You walk past him, slightly bowing your head as a thanks, and take in his quarters. You're not sure what you were expecting, but it's surprisingly… normal. Bigger than the barracks and other quarters you've seen, including yours, but still normal. There’s a banner with the Imperial emblem hanging on the far wall, a couch on the other side, and a round table with some chairs in the middle, as well as a kitchenette. Everything is neat and clean.
You hear the doors close as you walk to the table and place the box on it, turning back around to Kestis, who’s eyeing you curiously.
“It’s still warm,” you tell him, pointing at the food.
He walks by you to pick up the container, and that’s when you notice he’s still wearing his gloves. It strikes you as odd to be wearing them in the confines of his own room, but to each their own. Kestis walks to the kitchen and pours the food onto a plate and throws away the take-out container, then rummages in a drawer for a fork. After walking past you to sit at the table, he takes off his gloves and places them neatly next to him on the table.
“Sit,” he orders without looking at you, and takes the first bite. You sit down across from him.
“Have you already eaten?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir,” you give the honorific a try, and he seems to like it. “At the mess hall.”
“I wouldn’t have any food to offer you either way,” he states, and lifts his gaze to look at you. “This visit is… unexpected.”
“I’m sorry for intruding, Sir. I didn’t mean to. I just–”
“You just what?” He shoots you a look akin to a glare.
“I was just worried, I guess,” you say. He scoffs.
“Please don’t act like you care,” he retorts. “If you need or want something, just tell me upfront.”
“What? No, I- I’m not acting,” you reassure him, raising your hands slightly to underline you’re being earnest. “I’m not trying to gain something in exchange. I was genuinely worried about not seeing you in the mess hall.”
His fork stops mid-way from the plate to his mouth, and the intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine.
“Why?” he asks. You squirm slightly in your seat.
“I’m not sure myself, to be honest,” you admit, and you can’t help the defeated slump of your shoulders. “You were the first one who talked to me when I got here out of their own volition and not because of work. After our chat, I was hoping to see you around or something…”
The pause that follows lasts for a couple of seconds only, but it feels eternal. Until finally, Kestis lets out a short sigh and continues eating.
“I usually avoid the mess hall,” he says, his voice much more gentle now. “Too many people. Too much noise.”
“I see,” is all you manage to reply.
Taking the two last bites of his meal, Kestis sets down the fork. That’s my queue, you think.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep imposing,” you say, rising up to your feet, and he does the same. Before turning around, you search his eyes one last time. “That’s really all I wanted to do: to bring you the food. I’ll be going now. Good night, Sir.”
The Inquisitor walks you to the door, and just as you walk past the threshold, his words surprise you.
“Next time you could bring two portions.”
You whip around, but the door whooshes shut with a hiss.
— — —
After that, you two fall into a strange routine where you get dinner to go and bring it to his quarters so you can eat together. The conversations start out as polite small-talk, but soon enough you can broaden your topics, ranging from work to anecdotes and fun facts you picked up here and there.
While the tone remains polite and all in all pleasant, you do notice that he’s very careful not to touch you. You think it’s because he’s being respectful, but unbeknownst to you, it’s because he wants to get to know you organically, and not pry into the echoes of your belongings. Even if he knows he could, and you’d never even know, and despite his growing curiosity, he feels… compelled to try. For you. Because you bring a refreshing factor into his otherwise stale life, like a gentle melody in the cold vastness of space.
It’s rare to run into Cal, as he’s recently allowed you (and only you) to call him, in the halls or in the hangar. As fate would have it though, you’re just about to get into a ship with your trooper squad to leave for a job off-planet, while Cal happens to be getting off his own ship at the same time.
You don’t want to disturb him. Even if you want to wave at him from afar really badly, or even call out to him. But you think he’d appreciate it if you keep your relationship, whatever it is, a secret. To your complete surprise however, once he spots you in the ever moving crowd of the busy hangar, he comes to you.
Beelining towards you, he comes to a stop in front of you, sporting his full uniform. And while the group around you stiffens up and some even take a precautionary step back, you feel very at ease in his presence, greeting him like you normally would with a smile. If you’re being completely honest, you feel kinda proud that one of the most feared Inquisitors on base came to you, and that everyone seems so scared of him while you are completely relaxed, though still remaining respectful of course.
“Welcome back,” you greet Cal with a genuine smile. “I hope your mission wasn’t too eventful?”
“It all went according to plan,” the distorted voice says with a static crackle.
“That’s good to hear,” you reply.
Cal’s head shifts ever so slightly, the visor looking past your face to something behind your back.
“Is there a problem, trooper?” the Inquisitor asks, standing a little taller as he addresses the soldier who’s shifting his weight from one leg to the other.
“With all due respect, Sir, we’re on a tight schedule-“
The trooper next to him elbows him in the side.
“Is that so,” Cal asks rhetorically, and you can’t really read his tone because of the distortion. Still, you decide to intervene.
“It’s okay, we can still make it on time,” you assure him and shoot the trooper a pointed look while whispering to Cal that he’s new. “But yes, we should probably get going. I’m glad I got to see you, though. Thanks for stopping by to say hi.”
Cal nods and makes room for you to walk past, while the others keep a noticeable distance between the Inquisitor and themselves as they walk around him. When you reach the ramp to the ship, you turn around one last time. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but you’re still surprised to see Cal standing there, hands behind his back, facing your direction. You give a little wave with your hand, then hurry up the ramp and take a seat. As the ship takes off, you’re checking the data on your holopad. You suddenly feel something on your cheek, like the faintest caress of a summer breeze, and you could swear you just heard a voice in your head.
‘Come back safely.’
As the ship activates the hyperdrive, your hand involuntarily comes up to touch your cheek where the skin still prickles from what you can only describe as a ghost’s touch.
— — —
Ever since then, you notice a shift in the way everyone treats you, even your superiors, but especially the troopers. Some seem to get out of your way completely when you come walking down the hall, while others are especially attentive to your needs, offering to help you whenever you look like you’re lost or are searching for something. That one trooper who had spoken up to Cal, you haven’t seen him around at all. In fact, it isn’t until two weeks after the incident that you decide to ask one of your other squad members where he is, and she tells you that he got reassigned to not only a different squadron, but an entirely different planetary system. You have a hunch about who’s responsible for that, but you're still not quite sure why he would go to such lengths. Had he really felt that disrespected? You should watch your tone with him from now on, lest you also be sent to some backwater planet…
However, Cal still acts as he always has around you. You still eat dinner in his room, like you’ve been doing for a while now. And while it may just be your wishful thinking, it seems like his whole body language has finally started to soften too. When it’s just the two of you, his shoulders are not as tense, his jaw not as tight, his eyes not as harsh. Even the way he talks has changed. Others may not notice, but you’re literally trained for this. His choice of words has shifted to a less strictly professional lingo, allowing himself to articulate more freely, as well as use more face expressions, voice tone changes and hand gestures, compared to how he acted when your dinner routine started. At some point, he even stopped wearing his gloves around you all the time.
On one hand, for the past couple of months, dinner has been the highlight of your day. You get to spend time with someone who actually listens to you, not because of work, not because you have data they need, but because they just like to spend time with you. Or at least you hope he does.
On the other hand, you’ve been noticing a slight knot in your stomach whenever you stand in front of Cal’s door, waiting for it to open. As well as the prick of heat on your cheeks when he reacts to your jokes (you haven’t seen him properly smile or laugh out loud yet, but you’ll get there). And let’s not forget the involuntary hitch of your breath accompanied by the skip of your heart when you discover him in the same room with you when you weren’t expecting to see him.
Somewhere deep within you, you know what all of those mean. But you like the relationship that you’ve built with him, no matter how weird it is, too much to listen to your gut right now. So you just push all and any thought of that kind waaay back into the darkest corner of your brain, hoping it’ll pass.
— — —
One day, you’re feeling a little blue, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Cal. He asks what the problem is, and you tell him you miss something from your home planet. He assures you, whatever it is, he can get it for you. So you write down some things and he orders them. Only two rotations later, the package is at his door.
He's really curious to open it but decides to wait for you to get there that evening. When you’re finally in his quarters and he shows you the box, you’re super happy and unpack everything: it’s candy, some fruits he’s never seen before, a jar of what looks like herbs, and another jar with a blue spread of sorts.
You hum, thinking about what to show him first, and decide to go for the jar with the spread. Picking it up, you’re about to start explaining what it is while you open it, but whatever you plan to say gets cut off because of your fruitless effort to screw open the lid. You give it a second try, but it just won’t budge.
With a sheepish look, you wordlessly hand him the glass and when he takes it, there’s a cocky smile on his face that you’ve never seen on him before. You bite your tongue just in time to stop some witty remark, because it would have been a jumble of sounds and no coherent sentence anyway. For in a split second, all those feelings and thoughts you have been repressing come back all at once in one massive wave that crashes over you, drowning everything else around you.
If that small of a change in his face has such a big effect on you, you wonder what else there is. What would a proper smile on him look like? Would he ever properly smile at you? With you? For you? And if it was the other way around, if it was you wearing a cocky grin, looking down at him, how would he—
Oh, oh no. You’re in it bad. So bad.
The sound of your name snaps you back to reality, where Cal is offering you the now open jar, waiting for you to take it. You blink a couple of times, your eyes moving from his face to the jar, then back to his face. One of his brows rises to give you a questioning look. Heat spreads on your face, ears and neck at the multiple images that appeared in your head. You give him a quick thanks, grab the jar, and turn around to hide from his gaze. Already familiarised with his kitchen, you walk up to the counter to rummage in the drawer for a spoon. Taking a deep breath to try and calm your racing heart, you turn back around. Cal is still standing by the table, following your every movement with his yellow eyes. And for some reason, you feel like all the walls you had managed to pick away at ever so slowly have been pulled up again around him.
You’ve heard stories of Force users being able to read minds, and right now you really hope they’re not true. What if he can sense your thoughts? Is he… disgusted at you?
Somehow managing to regain your composure and willing away most of the prickling heat on your face, you explain to him what this spread is called in your mother tongue, which translates to something like “sweet of milk”, and how delicious it is.
You’re still by the counter, not really wanting to get into Cal’s space, and you take a spoonful of the jar’s contents and put it into your mouth.
“Hm, it’s so good,” you say, offering him the spoon to give it a try himself.
He suddenly seems to revert to his normal self and approaches you, grabbing a new spoon from the drawer. Ah, you should have known, he doesn’t like sharing cutlery. Or cups. Or… anything, really. Odd, but you’ve always just attributed it to him being scared of germs or the like, which is very valid. It’s probably the same reason why he’s wearing gloves all the time, especially outside.
As he twists the spoon in his mouth, you see Cal’s face light up for the first time; he likes it. You’re relieved.
“So glad you like it! Alright then, let’s make some pancakes. You’re going to love them,” you exclaim.
Seeing the rest of the imported goods on the table, you tell him to try some candy while you work. You take off your bracelet, leaving it next to the box, and roll up your sleeves to get to work.
While the pancakes are cooking, you watch Cal’s reaction to the sweets. He first inspects it closely in his fingers; it’s shaped like a short stick with stripes in different shades of pink. You tell him the wrappers have trivia facts about animals, but they’re written in your native language. So while he chews on the soft candy, he walks over to you, holding out the wrapper for you to read.
“What does it say?” he asks, and you can’t help feel extremely endeared. Your eyes fall to the paper in his hands.
“It’s about banthas. It says that both females and males have a pair of spiralling horns, and they grow a knob a year. So you can tell the age of banthas by how curly their horns are,” you read out loud. “Huh, I didn’t know that.”
“Interesting,” Cal remarks with a short nod of his head. He chews some more on the candy while inspecting the drawing of the bantha on the wrapper. He seems to like them a lot. In fact, he goes back to the table and takes a second one. He asks you what they’re called again, saying he will probably order some more for himself.
Flipping yet another pancake, you tell him their name and smile to yourself, glad you managed to introduce something nice and colourful into his life. Not that being an Inquisitor wasn’t fun… was it? Truthfully, you have no idea how they feel about what they do out there. You’ve tried getting something out of Cal, but whenever the topic of his work comes up, he shuts you out. You also try not to listen too closely to the gory details of their work that are talked about in quick whispers in the hallways. Either way, you like to think that you broke whatever monotony there could be for Cal, even if only a little bit. Maybe he even looks forward to your moments together, as you do.
The Inquisitor asks what the other jar with the herbs is. You explain that it’s actually leaves for an infusion, and ask if he could put the kettle on.
Suddenly this whole moment feels strangely domestic, and you reprimand your heart for yet another beat it just skipped. It’s just a normal hangout between… colleagues. Making pancakes and having tea. Absolutely normal, strictly professional behaviour, yes.
You flip the last pancake and watch as Cal stands up to get back to the kitchen, but when he puts the jar with the tea leaves back on the table without really looking, his bare hand grazes your bracelet. With a sharp breath through his teeth, he suddenly tenses up, and his gaze is fixed on some spot behind you, without really focusing on anything. You’re not sure what’s happening, but he’s completely frozen up, and you start panicking.
After turning off the heat on the stove, you hurry to stand in front of the Inquisitor, unsure what to do. You call his name repeatedly, but he doesn’t react. Your hand comes up to the side of his arm but you hesitate, stopping just before touching him. Looking up at him, you try calling his name again; still no reaction. So you don’t really have a choice. You place your hand on his upper arm and give him a gentle shake.
“Cal,” you call yet again. “Cal, what’s wrong?”
He takes a big gulp of air, as if he had forgotten to breathe all this time. After blinking a couple of times, it seems he’s back with you, and his eyes dart back to yours, boring into your skull with an intensity that takes you off guard. You’re quick to remove your hand from him and instinctively take a step back to give him some space.
“A-Are you okay?” you ask. “You just spaced out really hard for a moment.”
“Yeah I’m- I’m fine,” he replies, and it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him stutter. “It was… something occurred to me that really took me by surprise, is all.”
“… Right,” you stretch out the word, waiting for him to explain what he meant further, but he reverts completely back to normal in an instant.
“You asked me to put the kettle on, right?” he asks and is already on his way to the kitchen.
“Uhm, yeah,” you follow him with your gaze, confused, then remember an important detail, so you join him in the kitchen. “Oh, but don’t let it boil. That will ruin the leaves. Just gotta heat up the water.”
“Got it.”
— — —
After some more preparations, you’re both sat at the table, and you show him how to eat the pancakes. They’re not like the thick, small pancakes he knows. These ones are larger in diameter and very thin. You demonstrate how to evenly apply the blue spread, stack the cubes of fruit you prepped, then roll up the pancakes like a tube and pick it up in your hands.
“Ta-da,” you exclaim. “And now, enjoy.”
Taking a big bite, you squeal at how good it tastes. It’s been ages since you’ve had this!
Cal imitates what you did earlier, putting together his own pancake tube, and takes a bite as well. Even he can’t help the low moan that escapes through his nose at this fantastic combination. You giggle at the sight, enjoying it immensely that you get to see all these sides to him that probably no one else has seen. Once more, your brain is invaded by the thought of what else there might be to Inquisitor Cal Kestis. If he allowed you to lower wall after wall, layer after layer… what would you discover?
You shake your head to rid yourself of the images starting to form. Nope, can’t go there.
Instead, you decide to show him how the tea is brewed. You grab a small cup and pour some tea leaves in there, which are chopped much more finely than other loose tea Cal has seen. Then you place the special straw that came in the box in the cup. Cal has never seen something like it; it’s essentially a metal tube that is flat at the top and ends in a bulbous shape at the bottom full of little holes.
“So, let me get this straight,” he starts once he understands the mechanics behind your concoction. “Instead of putting the contained leaves in water and then removing them to drink the tea, you just put loose leaves in the water and filter it through the straw to drink the tea?”
“Essentially, yes!”
“That’s so many extra steps…”, Cal sighs, bringing his hand up to hold his temple.
“It’s literally the same,” you laugh. “Just in a different order.”
Pouring hot water into the cup, careful not to overspill it, you offer the cup to him.
“The things you make me do…” he says under his breath, taking the cup and giving it a tentative sniff.
“Oh please,” you say teasingly, and a grin spreads on your face as you prop up your chin on your elbows. “As if you’re not having the time of your life today. I saw how many candies you ate earlier.”
Cal’s eyes dart down to your lips and back up so quickly that you miss it. With a defeated sigh, he gives the tea a try, grimacing at the bitter taste. You chuckle.
“It certainly is an acquired taste, but give it a chance. It gets better with time, trust me.” Kinda like you, you think.
He looks at the cup and back at you, kinda lost on what to do now.
“You’re supposed to suck on the straw until there’s no more water left, then you pass it back and I pour another one,” you explain.
“So many extra steps,” he repeats with a playful shake of his head, but he does as you said, if only to humour you. Once the straw makes the typical noise of there not being any more liquid at the bottom of a cup, he passes it back to you. With a smile, you pour more water into it, and have a drink yourself. He seems a bit shocked about that.
“Oh yeah, this is a drink passed around in a group, and everyone drinks from the same straw…,” you explain. Not to sound like a 12-year-old, a voice in your head says, but that just was an indirect kiss with an Inquisitor. You clear your throat. “Sorry, I guess I should have asked for a second straw so we could both use one each. I was going to offer another round of tea to you after I’m done with this one, as it usually goes, but if it makes you uncomfortable…”
Cal straightens up in his seat in surprise at your words.
“Why would it make me uncomfortable?”
“You don’t like sharing cutlery and stuff like that, right?” you ask, now confused as well, thinking back to when he clearly grabbed another spoon to try the spread.
“Oh, uhm, that’s… never mind.”
He fidgets with his fingers for a second, but when he notices you watching him, he hides his hands under the table. You merely hum in response, taking another sip. Is he… nervous? The mood seems to have shifted again and now you’re completely lost as to what’s going on. All those years of training and studying, yet this man before you remains a mystery.
The rest of the evening is spent eating pancakes and drinking tea, holding a pleasant conversation, albeit a superficial one. At times, it feels like his eyes are completely fixed on you, but within seconds, it’s like he can’t even look at you.
Concluding you’ve overstayed your welcome, you offer to quickly wash up, then be on your way. He merely nods and helps to bring all the dishes to the counter, then goes back to the table. You assume it’s to get another candy from the box. But you don’t mind; you offered to wash up after all.
Silence envelops the whole room, the only sound being the water coming from the tap. As you’re putting the last of the dishes on the little drying rack, you sigh. Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea after all. Full of questions and doubts, you dry your hands on the towel, fully set on ending the evening by thanking him for getting the things in the first place, saying you had a good time and keeping your goodbyes short. You aren’t even sure if you’ll manage to appear here with a straight face for dinner tomorrow after everything that happened today, the problem being mainly the things playing out in your own head.
Being so deep in thought, you don’t notice the presence behind you, so when you turn around, you’re almost nose to nose with Cal. You can’t help the surprised little “ah, kriff!” that escapes you at his sudden appearance. With the counter behind you though, there’s nowhere for you to back away to, and Cal isn’t budging from where he stands.
“Don’t forget this,” he says in a low voice and holds up your bracelet, which you had left on the table earlier. He’s so close that you can feel his soft breaths on your face.
“R-right, thanks.”
Looking anywhere but at the Inquisitor, you take the piece of jewellery and put it on your wrist. It takes you a couple of tries though, because your fingers are trembling. In fear, anticipation or something else, you don’t really know. You fumble for a moment until you finally manage to secure the clasp. Cal however, is still standing right in front of you, his hands now coming up to rest on the counter on either side of you. You don’t dare to breathe.
“Uhm, what’s going on?” you ask in an impossibly small voice.
“I think you know.”
It takes every last drop of courage in your body, but you scrape it all together and put it into lifting your eyes to look at Cal. And when your gaze meets his, the breath is knocked out of your lungs entirely. He’s looking down at you so intensely, so hungry, you can’t even begin to describe what you’re feeling. Your brain is long gone, you realise, so now you’re entirely at the mercy of what Cal does and whatever physical reaction that gets out from you. And it seems he’s very much aware of this, enjoying the state you find yourself in, if that tiny side smile is anything to go by as he leans in next to your head. You go completely stiff.
“If you want me to back off, tell me now,” he says directly into your ear.
You take a shaky breath, and the last of the voices in your head all but screaming at you to get out of there is abruptly shut up. Anything and everything in your mind and body is Cal Kestis right now, and for a split second, you wonder if he’s using some Force mind trick on you or if this is all you. That thought dissipates instantaneously though when you feel Cal’s breath tickle your ear, still waiting for your response. You merely shake your head, and it’s so subtle he probably wouldn’t have caught it if he didn’t have his face right next to yours.
With his cheek now against yours, you can feel him smile. Properly smile.
“Good,” is all he says, and before you know it, his lips are on yours.
His arms snake around your waist, pressing your body into his, and he devours you with such ferocity that you need a moment to regain control in your limbs. Once you do, your hands are all over him. One fists the shirt at his back, the other goes into the hair at the nape of his neck and you give it a gentle, tentative pull. The groan that leaves his lips is intoxicating, and you know right then and there that there’s no going back from this. Not tonight, not ever. This is all it took for you to know you’re officially addicted to Cal Kestis.
He tilts his head to deepen the kiss further, his tongue pressing against your own and pushing both your hips into the counter behind you. You can’t help the low moan that escapes you. Any other day you would have felt embarrassed, but today you don’t care. You’re making out with a kriffin’ Inquisitor and it’s great. As if he could hear your thoughts, Cal gives your bottom lip a nip, starting to leave a trail of bites and licks along your jaw, while his hands slide to the backside of your thighs. Before you can process what he’s doing, you're being lifted onto the free counter space like you weigh nothing, with Cal standing between your legs. One of his hands slowly moves further up your thigh, and your whole body feels like it’s on fire.
Suddenly, something occurs to you, and with a breathless “wait” you tilt your head to the side to take a breather and try to regain any rational thought you may have left. You’re both panting heavily, and while he looks openly annoyed at your interruption, he places one last kiss on the corner of your mouth, then backs away a bit to let you take a break.
“What,” he finally says, and it’s less of a question and more of an impatient bark, as you still haven’t said anything.
Your brain is going at a thousand miles an hour, there’s too much input from everywhere, but you still manage to find the words somehow.
“I just- This is- Not that I’m not enjoying this immensely, but… why? All of a sudden?” you ask, finally feeling like you’ve caught your breath again.
Cal huffs with a slight roll of his eyes, running a hand through his hair, and while you probably should be a little bit offended at his gesture, you’re suddenly way too focused on what you have the chance of witnessing: the way his hair messily falls into his face once he drops his hand. The clear blush adorning his freckled and scarred cheeks, nose and even the tips of his ears. The puffy lips, mouth still parted. The backlighting coming from the main room behind him almost gives him an ethereal glow, making the golden hue in his eyes stand out even more. You commit the image to memory.
“The bracelet, when I touched it earlier,” he starts explaining, but when he sees you just as dishevelled as him, he decides he can’t be bothered right now. “It’s called psychometry, I’ll explain it to you later.”
With an impatient grunt, he just picks you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.
“Right now there are more pressing matters,” he mumbles into your shoulder.
You realise you’re being carried towards the door that’s always been closed every time you come over. When you both approach, they slide open with a hiss and you’re met with his bedroom, as you’ve always speculated that’s what lies behind it.
Letting you fall backwards onto his large bed rather unceremoniously, he starts climbing on top of you, but before putting any weight on you, he stops and looks down at you with a serious face.
“Last chance to back out,” he offers.
You can’t help at chuckle, and grin up at him.
“As if.”
Your hands shoot up to hold him by the collar. You have no idea where the confidence even comes from at this point.
“I want you, Cal,” you say breathlessly, and that’s all it takes for him to be on top of and all over you again. Let’s just say pancakes and tea aren't the only treats you’ll be getting today.
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A/N 2: inq!cal has a sweet tooth, honk if you agree
A/N 3: where my palitos de la selva gang at B)
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I woke up at like 6 am from a dreamless sleep and then I slept in again and had a 4/5 hour long dream of Jerome.
Free therapy, I’m telling u
I don’t really remember the storyline but small chunks of it.
Like Jerome kinda ‚chose‘ me? It was weird. Like he did that and then we were on the street that leads to my childhood best friends house but it was kinda different like everything had a magical touch like it was a portal or such and the surroundings were dark blue- yeah.
And there were ‚friends‘ of mine (they don’t exist irl but in that dream I thought they were my besties so) and they got chosen by other Gotham dudes. I forgot which they were. Wasn’t important bcs Jerome.
Idk at first he was kinda mean but then he went full on softie and my dream self fell for him and yeah it was cute.
I know there was more storyline about going to other dimensions and him getting hurt and me worrying but I don’t remember the connection/context so yeah sorry.
But it was that kinda dream you don’t wanna wake up from and Jerome looked like Ian Gallagher in the episode South Side Rules so
Yeah this was random but I hope it’s as entertaining for you as it was for me.
(Maybe I’ll make a story for this if it isn’t too frustrating that I don’t remember everything💀)
Heyyy ik you’re working on something rn, but if you still want to do requests I’d request something fluffy with Jerome… like cuddling or being touchy or whatever. I’m a hoe for fluffy soft stuff, personally :)
Hey hun <3
Thank u sm for your request.
And sorry I’m so late with this 🥲
I literally have 27 story drafts for the Cam character stuff and 3 stories I started to write, and somehow I’m working on all of them from time to time but somehow I need so fuckin‘ long to finish 'em.
But requests are something to distract myself from those if I’m having kind of a writers block on them so here we fuckin‘ go, baby!
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Fluffy Jerome would include:
• him being touchy. Literally all the time.
I’m sorry, but I can’t see this guy ever letting go of you, honey, nah ah.
He is always touching you, in whatever way. It doesn’t have to be holding hands all the time, even tho he loves that. How your small and soft hand fits in his large and rough ones so perfectly - It’s just chef’s kiss honestly.
When you two watch TV and sit on the couch together, cuddled up in a warm and cozy blanket, that’s big enough for the two of you, you mostly lean against him. First with just your shoulder and then with your head.
He doesn’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt the comfortable silence while watching some nostalgic disney movie,
but he nearly always puts an arm around your shoulder, laying his hand onto the top of your head, pulling you closer in the motion. Then he just softly caresses your hair with his thumb while smiling to himself when you cuddle yourself up into his side even more. It’s just so cute tbh.
He also can’t stop smiling when you two are literally anywhere and you intertwine your pinky fingers. It’s just so fuckin‘ cute to him. Like a lost puppy. And he does that sometimes too. Jerome holding physical contact>>>>
• yeah, as I already mentioned, I’m hardly convinced he loves watching Disney movies
And I believe that his inner child is obsessed with the Disney princesses. Those movies are his favorite.
When you watch those, he always criticizes if the prince, or whoever “saves“ the princess, does something stupid while trying to save her. He then explains to you, how he would save you in such a situation, which would obv be a way sm better than theirs, because u are his princess and his plan to save you would be bulletproof.
Even tho it’s a joke, he makes up those plans kinda seriously, because he wouldn’t ever risk losing you. Ever.
He‘d also appear randomly and sing Disney songs. I’m fuckin serious darling.
You’re in the kitchen, making pancakes?
Not without musical accompaniment, babe.
The kitchen door swings open and your bf storms in, blasting ‚Be our guest‘ from Beauty and the Beast on full volume while dancing gracefully around the kitchen, acting like Lumière and knowing literally every. single. word and phrase.
He should’ve gone to broadway instead of becoming a serial killer.
First, you always break out in laughter, obv. But then you join in. How couldn’t u, really?
Couple goals, if u ask me.
• okay here comes another thing I literally ALWAYS imagine happening when yourein a relationship with him.
Like, you obv think he’s pretty. Super incredibly pretty. And most of the time he isn’t really insecure about anything but he has his moments where he feels like not being enough for you. Which obv isn’t true.
You then always take a moment to really tell him how much he means to you.
You also have these random moments where you just realize over and over again how much you love him. Like, obv you know that, but I think we all know these moments where we look at a person we know and suddenly this wave of admiration washes over us? This can’t be only me guys.
Like imagine you two preparing dinner or something and you take a quick glance at him slicing tomatoes but you’re not able to take your eyes off of him.
Eventually he notices and looks back at you questioningly but amused.
„ Yn, you good? Do I have something on my face?“
You shake your head. Then you take a step forward and put a hand on his cheek, tracing his scars with your thumb.
„ What is it then?“
You follow your thumb with your eyes, admiring every single inch of his face.
„Nothing…“, you say, still not looking him in the eyes.
„You’re just so pretty.“
GIRL WHEN I TELL YOU HIS HEART MELTS?
IT‘S DRIPPING ON THE FLOOR.
He loves these moments just as much as you do. Sometimes he still can’t get his head around the fact that somebody, and then even such a cute, loving and beautiful person like you, really genuinely loves him so much.
Sometimes he even shed a tear but psst-
Don’t tell the rest of the league ;)
Jk he wouldn’t really give a fuck if anyone saw him crying. His masculinity isn’t that fragile and those are tears of joy at that so yeah
Our baby is a slaying queen-
Anyone making fun of him could end up with a bullet right between the eyes so there isn’t really a risk of that as well
But he mostly just doesn’t cry. After the abusive time with his mom, he somehow just stopped crying. He shed so many tears through that time, that there kinda weren’t any left.
And if he cries, he just does it in your presence, because you’re his comfort person and he knows he’s safe with you.
It’s so cute-
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Hope u like it. I‘ll edit this later if you don’t mind-
And I’ll probably post more of this kinda stuff bcs tf this is cute so yeah.
If anything you had in mind wasn’t in here, feel free to let me know <3
I was reading fanfiction a few minutes ago, right? And it was about halloween costumes. Well, Cameron in halloween costumes.
AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT JUST RANDOMLY CAME TO MY MIND?!?!
okok y’all aren’t ready for this scenario-
Imagine it being Halloween and yn and Cam are going to go to a Halloween party of one of their friends. He knew what costume you’d choose, because you loved it so much, you couldn’t shut up about it. He, however, kept his costume choice a secret. You were lowkey scared he’d come up with something either incredibly scary, weird or stupid but it was
so.
much.
worse.
Or better, in your case.
After a few years of you and him being in a relationship, you randomly told him, that you had an immense crush on his character Jerome Valeska when you were 17. You were a few years younger than him. He was 30 now and you were 25. So when he was 22, you were 17, which was when they released the second season of Gotham. (This shit took all my math knowledge omfg)
You two laughed about it together. Cameron was a bit surprised that you randomly shared your teenage crushes with him, but he found it cute and funny.
So anyways.
It was the evening of the party and you already waited for him in the kitchen, already wearing your (fav costume) costume.
Cam‘s costume must’ve been very time-, skill- and effort-consuming, because he had called someone he once worked with, to help him with it. By the time you were really curious about his costume. Why did he make it such a secret?
You didn’t want to be late, so you knocked on the bathroom door and called:“ Cam, darling, are you ready soon? We’re gonna be late.“
„Yeah, yeah, just a sec, hun!“, he answered from the other side of the door, giggling like a little child.
What the hell was up with him? His costume must be really great.
You went back down the stairs and waited for him at the bottom of the staircase.
After a few minutes, you heard the bathroom door creak open upstairs and him giggling. As he came downstairs you turned around and-
You couldn’t believe your eyes.
Were you dreaming?
Wth was happening.
In front of you stood your boyfriend.
As Jerome mf Valeska.
You stopped breathing for a bit and felt like passing out any second. All those butterflies you felt for the character in your teens-
They were back.
„You like it?“, Cam smirked.
You just stared at him.
Then you just broke out into loud laughter.
„Wtf Cam HAHAHAH WHAT IS THIS“
You had to grab onto your thighs for support while wheezing and laughing.
„I thought, for this Halloween, I’d go as your teenage crush.“, he joined in on your laughter.
„I can’t take this Cam omfg. It’s so weird. I can’t take you seriously with this, you know that right?“
„Nah, I think you’re just even more in love with me right now.“, he grinned proudly.
„Yeah true.“
„Sooo“, he asked, a mischievous smirk on his face.
„ You still in love with lil ol‘ me?“, he asked in his deep Jerome voice.
Your face dropped.
„There is no way you can still do that.“, you said, blushing like mad.
He began laughing again.
„ Guess your crush on him is still there.“, he grinned.
„Yeah I guess the fictional crushes of teenage girls will never leave them.“, you said, a hand now over your mouth, still in shock.
„ Then let’s make little Yn‘s teenage dream come true and let her spend an evening with her bad boyfriend, Jerome Valeska.“, he grinned, placing an arm around your hip as he started guiding you towards the front door to leave.
„You know I’ll not be able to process this the whole evening, right?“, you asked, still a bit in shock.
„Yep.“, he grinned happily.
„Maybe my hot gf will be all over me even more the whole evening.“, he said, leaning down towards your ear, then whispering.
„ You look very hot btw hun. Gotta make sure to not let my feelings take over and take you home again just so I can have you all to myself, huh?“, he smirked.
You blushed. Yn exe literally stopped working.
You had literally the best boyfriend, Cameron Monaghan, who was also Jerome Valeska today..
Wtf.
„I love you so much Cameron, you know that?“
He smiled at you.
„ If you want you could even call me Jerome or J today.“, he smirked.
„But yeah, I know that. I love you too. And I love you more.“, he smiled proudly.
„But just don’t fall for Jerome more than for me, alright?“, he asked jokingly.
„No can do.“, you laughed at him as he poked your sides and started to tickle you as a response to your sassy answer.
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At the party, you two leaned on the bar waiting for your drinks. Well basically he leaned with his back against the bar and you leaned with your back against his hard chest, him having his arms around you. He put his head onto your shoulder and let out a sigh, making you shoot him a questioning look.
Then he raised his voice in the Jerome tone.
„It just feels good to be back.“
You giggled.
„Just don’t start killing people for real okay?“
„Why not? I wouldn’t harm you of course, doll. You’re the Bonnie to my Clyde.“, he murmured in your ear in that raspy voice.
You laughed.
„Hell yeah I am.“
You took his hand in yours and placed a soft kiss on its back.
„And nothing’s gonna change that.“, you added, now turning your head to the side and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled, turned his head in your direction as well and kissed you on your lips, soft and gentle, the sfx make up on his lips feeling funny but also kinda real, which was astonishing.
As you pulled back, you examined every inch of his scarred face. Then you absentmindedly traced the scar where his face was „sewn on again“.
This was literally the most romntic thing Cam could’ve ever done for you and you didn’t even think about it earlier. That he could dress as Jerome.
There was a moment of silence as you two looked at each other.
„ I love you.“, you said. It was the most genuine and honest tone of yours.
„ Just please don’t get stabbed in the neck again or fall off a building. I can’t handle that shit again 8 years later. Hurt bad enough at 17.“, you smirked, rolling your eyes.
He chuckled.
„ I promise.“, he said in a playful way, but then his expression turned serious.
„I could never leave you YN, really. I love you.“
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You two had an amazing evening.
BROOO IMAGINE-
Guys it’s 4:22 am and I’m sick so I really don’t give a fuck about any mistakes in this. That’s also why there aren’t any cute symbols or pictures for the aesthetic, I’m literally writing this on my phone rn. So I’ll fix that and correct them later, okay?
Jerome with reader who can sing really well? Hell yea
When you first stayed over at his, or more, when he first stayed over at yours (because he only has hideouts lol) you two planned on preparing dinner together.
You had so much fun, dancing around to your shared playlist while the soup cooked.
Jerome then offered to put out the plates so you could take a nice shower after that long day of yours.
You always sang in the bathroom. (I do that often lol u don't get me outta the bathroom in less than at least 2 hours.)
It was one of your safe spaces and it had an amazing acoustic almost like a staircase in a huge building.
You turned on your small speaker in the bathroom and sang along, letting all the stress from that day wash away with the vibrato in your voice.
You never noticed that you could hear yourself singing from all over the house because how could you when you were the one to sing?
When Jerome noticed it, he first thought it was just the music track and not you singing. He loves the song tho and so he got closer to the bathroom door until he eventually noticed that it was you singing.
You had an amazing voice. You liked to sing many genres but that day you went with something a little more classic, voila by Barbara Pravi but in the version of Emma Kok and Andre Rieu.
He was so touched by your singing, by all the emotion and effort you put into every single note, that he literally shed a fuckin' tear.
He let it slide for some time and didn't mention it. He just enjoyed it every time you sang for yourself.
Until one day he had such a rough and exhausting day that he came home ( he already moved in with you by that time) and you cared for him obviously. He just wanted to be held by you and so you sat on the couch, his favorite soup made, as he layed with his upper body on your lap, his head laying on your chest and you hugging him so you kinda cradled him and he told you about his day. After talking about it, he let out an exhausted sigh and you, being the overcaring queen you are, asked him what you could do or get to make him feel better.
There was a moment of silence. You thought he was thinking about it but he just contemplated whether to bring it up and ask or if he should just stay quiet.
But he really thought that would make him feel better, so he asked you to sing something for him. Just something calm and quiet to soothe his nerves.
You were a little surprised but agreed obviously. Anything to make him feel better.
After that, he complimented you for your amazing voice and that became a thing when he was exhausted. He always laid in your arms like a little child, but it was actually so cute. You loved how he wasn't scared to show a vulnerable side of himself to you and how he trusted you with every single bit of his being.
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Sorry, I haven't updated for a bit. School's taking up sum time, ya know :)
white, pasty, long and thin. Thats Mikey! i personally hate spargel so much but it’s literally the perfect food for him. we have a whole festival for this fucking thing btw
Frank as Mettigel/Hackepeter (minced pork)
its not as bad as it sounds okay… you typically spread it onto bread and eat it like that. its meat and uhhhh… frank is meaty? idk man i just associate Frank with meat
Gerard as Bratapfel
its sweet and warm :) just like her <3 also a bit tangy and sour but it gets balanced by the fillings. he deserves only to be compared to a tasty little treat. typically eaten during christmas season
Ray as Curry Wurst
a classic. loved by everyone, tasty delicious and perfect (in my opinion) for every meal. Ray gets to be one of my favorite foods because i love him :)
summary: Jerome locates Jeremiahs residence and decides to pay his brother a visit - to kill him. But when the door opens, he is met with the prettiest and kindest woman he has ever seen. But how will Jeremiah react, especially when it turns out, that Jerome has caught feelings for her, his assistant and best friend? And how will Jerome himself react in such a situation?
He searched for him for all these years and now he found him. His brother. And he wanted to kill him.
For all these years he made dozens of plans and figured out the best ways to spread fear and get his name all across Gotham so his brother would notice.
He wanted him to feel unsafe.
He wanted him to be afraid.
A few weeks ago he found out what name Jeremiah now went by and after knowing that it wasn't all too complicated to find him. Well yeah, he lived in a fuckin' bunker in the middle of the woods (fuckin' paranoid bitch), but with a name like his, it wasn't very difficult for Jerome to make out his location. Just threaten the right people and you're ready to go.
And there he stood. In front of his brother's labyrinth bunker. Was he nervous? Yeah. But he was determined to kill Jeremiah.
For the last few weeks, he tried to find a way to break into the bunker without being noticed, but there wasn't another entrance. Just the main one. And so he just... pressed the doorbell?
It was weird for him because it felt like a polite gesture. He felt like a brother, who wanted to visit his twin for dinner, while he was the "evil twin", who came to kill that son of a bitch, he had to call his brother.
* ring*
To his surprise, it wasn't his brother's face, that greeted him at the door, no. A beautiful young woman opened it swingingly, her silky (hair color) hair swaying with her movements. It was quite early in the morning, which was why she was still wearing her nightgown, the dark green silk hugging her curves perfectly and the lace gracefully accentuating her (skin color) skin. Her warm and welcoming smile greeted him like a cozy hug and he couldn't help but stare at her.
" Hello?", she asked, her voice sounding soft and gentle, as if she was an angel, that came down to earth just for him.
Her face changed and turned into a frightened one immediately as she recognized his features. She must've recognized him from the news or from stories his brother told her, he thought, but that wasn't the case. Not at all.
" Omg, Xander! What happened to your face?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" She rushed directly towards him.
" Uhm, hello..? No, no Miss, I'm Jerome, Jeremiah's, uh, I mean Xanders' long lost twin brother.", he answered nervously.
Why did he stutter? And why did he lie? Well, it wasn't exactly a lie, but he wasn't honest either. How could the presence of a woman make him this nervous? He should've shot her right then and there. But he couldn't. She was too. .. breathtaking and.. . interesting to kill. He somehow knew she was different. He felt it.
Her expression softened and her smile found its way back onto her face. She hugged him as a greeting, which kinda took him by surprise.
" Omg hello!", she grinned. " I didn't know Xan had a twin. Glad to meet you! I'm YN." You held out your hand for him to shake.
...Xan?
You had a nickname for him? Was he your boyfriend? Jerome came to kill his brother, only to fall for his girlfriend? Wow. That was weird, even for him. And how could someone like Miah even pull a girl like you? Tf?
„ Nice, nice to meet you too YN.", was all he could bring himself to say.
" Xan will be so happy to hear that you're here and that you found him."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the front door with her.
" Come in. Follow me.", she said as she closed the door behind them.
The sudden touch of hers took him by surprise as he stumbled after her into the building.
It was silent for a bit, only the sound of their footsteps against the concrete was to be heard.
Then Jerome found the courage to speak up.
" Sooo YN.. is "Xander" like.. you know... your boyfriend?" He found it so awkward to ask you that, whyever that was, but he just had to. He had to know that to contemplate, whether he had to kidnap or kill you if his brother really was your boyfriend.
She stopped in her tracks to turn around and look at him, only to burst out in laughter.
" Oh god, no.", you giggled. " I'm his assistant and we're like best friends. No romantic feelings between us, really. But I live here. We both needed someone to live with and we've worked together before since we met at St.Ignatius and became best friends there and later, roommates. And here we are."
He was relieved. You weren't with his brother. But were you single? He knew he was there for a different reason and definitely not to go all heart-eyed over his brother's best friend and assistant, but the question occupied his mind completely.
You stopped in front of a door and put your key card in front of the card reader.
" We're here.", you said. "This is the living room. Make yourself comfortable, Jerome. Do you want anything to drink?"
He nodded.
" Soo we have coffee, a few types of tea, water, hot chocolate or orange juice. What would you like?", you asked him with a genuine smile.
" Oh, uhm, coffee sounds amazing. Thank you."
You nodded.
"I'll be right back."
And with that, you turned around and left into the kitchen, which was right next to the living room.
" Xan should arrive here soon too btw. I think in half an hour or so. I'd be happy to have you stay here and accompany me while we wait for him. Only if that's fine for you, tho.", you smiled.
Jerome had always been able to accurately identify and define his feelings. He was also able to consider and assess them rationally. And right now, he felt something he never thought he could feel. Admiration and joyful excitement.
You could've told him to leave or come back when Jeremiah was home or given him an appointment to meet up with his brother. But you didn't. No, furthermore, you invited him to stay with you and said you would like him to accompany you. You weren't even a little bit scared of him, not even because of his "awful" features, which he found sometimes. No, you didn't do any of that. Instead, you were genuinely nice to him and treated him like everybody else, or rather special.
You made him feel wanted just by these small things you did and your naturally nice behavior, which was quite rare for him.
He thought he had, no, he was sure that he had developed a small crush on you. Even though it was unusual for him to trust someone that easily or feel drawn to someone, especially that fast, he wasn't afraid of it at all.
It felt like being near you lifted all the weight he carried off his shoulders without effort. And he wasn't scared to experience these new feelings, because he felt like they wouldn't do him bad at all. It was strange but exciting at the same time and he couldn't wait to learn more about you.
You two chatted a bit until you noticed that you hadn't informed Xan about your guest.
" Sorry, I hate to interrupt you, but I just noticed, that I haven't told Xan about you being here. Lemme just send him a message real quick."
He panicked immediately. What if Miah warned her about him and made her have a different view of him? I mean, sooner or later, Miah would come home and she would find out, who Jerome 'really' is, yeah. But he didn't want their nice little talk and their shared time to end so soon.
"Uhm, YN?", he spoke up, his voice rather quiet. The young woman looked from her phone, back up at him, a questioning expression on her face.
"Could you maybe not tell him I'm here?" His low voice now sounded rather hesitant. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit in astonishment.
"I...I wanted to surprise him. After all this time we haven't seen each other, you know?" He was surprised by himself. He said those words with such emotion, that even he himself would've believed that he missed his brother that much.
Her astonished expression settled again and gave way to a lovely smile.
"Oh yeah, sure! That's a very sweet idea. Xan will be so happy to see you", the young woman cheered.
Jerome exhaled in relief but then lowered his head as well as his voice.
"I doubt that. See, I wasn't always the best brother for him, you know. It may be that he doesn't want to see me at all, let alone talk to me or even have me here. Don't be disappointed then, YN. It's okay, really. I don't want to bother you two. Really, I don't."
He said that. And he sounded like he really missed his brother or felt sorry for the things he did.
Did he? No, very surely he did not. He came here o kill Miah, not to reunite with him and be like 'best buddies'.
But he didn't feel as if what he told the girl before was a lie. Because it wasn't.
The sad undertone in his voice was not a result of missing his brother so much, no. It was because he knew that when Miah returned, he would no longer be able to spend time with the beautiful young lady sitting across from him at that very moment, looking at him sympathetically.
She had changed everything for him in that short time. He had already heard that when you are in love, you no longer have control over what you feel and think. But he had never experienced it. Until this very moment.
No.
Until that moment when she opened the door for him.
" Jerome, please. How could someone, especially Xander, ever be that resentful."
He sighed.
He contemplated telling her the truth. That his brother built this whole bunker they're living in, just to protect them from him.
But he didn't.
Because he was... scared. This was the first time since he killed his mother that he was truly afraid of something.
He feared losing her. And it was more terrifying than anything else.
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While Jerome and YN chatted and got to know each other better, Jeremiah just then received a text from her.
> Hey Xan! You home soon? We have a surprise guest. C ya.<
At first, he thought of it as a normal text she would send him. Everything was fine.
But then it hit him like a crash.
Nobody knew where they lived. Nobody.
He panicked immediately and quickly got in his car, so he could be home as fast as possible. What if YN was in danger but didn't know yet? He could never forgive himself if something happened to her.
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The first part of a new short series (probably gonna be 2 or 3 parts again). Hope y'all like it.
