Summary: Batman sends the reader and Jason on an undercover mission, that happens to be a gala. After an argument about how things should be done, some things come to light.
Warnings: Swearing, violence, angst, etc.
You had been giving your costume a well deserved cleaning after Dick pointed out that it had been covered in some very questionable stains. As you were scrubbing a stain out of your suit you heard something start to vibrate, looking around you didn’t see the source of the disturbance anywhere in sight. Searching through various drawers you finally found what was vibrating, a small phone-like device. It was a communicator given to you by Bruce in case of emergencies, picking it up you press the alert. A message in bold lettering appeared...
“All personnel report to the Bat Cave ASAP.”
Hopping off of your bike you removed your helmet, letting your hair fall down from its confinement. You scan the area seeing that everyone was already there, being on time was never exactly your strong suit.
“Y/N, it’s good of you to join us. Hurry up.” Bruce sighed, slightly annoyed that you had showed up to something important late, again. Walking up to the group you wave slightly, acknowledging the other vigilantes in the room. After a few minutes of hearing Bruce talk about utter nonsense you space out, not paying attention to the supposedly ‘important’ meeting.
“-Y/N, are you paying attention?” The tall man asked, growing increasingly frustrated with you. You snapped out of your daze, slightly embarrassed that you were caught not paying attention. You felt like you were back in high school all over again. You wave a hand in the air to dismiss his claims.
“Course I was, Bruce! When I have ever not paid attention to you?” You laugh, praying that he didn’t see right through you. But of course, you couldn’t fool the world’s greatest detective.
“Well, since you were so attentive I take it you’re going with Jason to the gala?” He smirked, challenging you to admit that you were, in fact, not paying attention. Not wanting to lose to him, you agreed, not knowing what exactly ‘going to the gala with Jason’ meant.
“I see. Then it’s settled, you’ll go undercover with Jason at the gala to gather information on this man. We’re counting on you two, don’t mess up.” He explained, handing you a case file. After dismissing the rest of the group you met up with Tim and Jason.
“You never cease to amaze me Y/N.” Tim spoke up first. His sarcasm never allowing for a dull moment.
You glared at him. “Shut it, Drake.”
He put his hands up in mock surrender, rolling his eyes. You placed your hands on your hips and shook your head.
“What did I get into Jay?”
He stared at you, an eyebrow quirked. “Relax, it’s just recon. In and out, we don’t even have to stay the whole night.” You relax a bit, dropping your shoulders. You relay to him that it shouldn’t be too hard, right?
~
You stumbled out of one of the small, makeshift rooms in the Bat Cave at the same time Jason did. You looked at each other, both visibly uncomfortable in the formal clothes you were forced into. Fidgeting with the itchy fabric around your neck, you groaned.
“We look like idiots.”
“Yeah, but we look like fancy idiots.” Jason laughed, seeing how awkward you appeared. He knew how much you hated formal events. “You can’t deny, we look good.” He offered, you agreed. Looking at a cleaned up and polished Jason Todd was something that you weren’t going to complain about.
“Awhh, look at you two! You guys look great. Here, say cheeeessee!!” Dick beamed, smitten that the two people he considered his ‘baby siblings’ were all ‘grown up’. Wiping a small, fake tear away he snapped a quick picture before Jason could smack his phone away.
Walking towards the car, Bruce gave both you and Jason one last debrief, handing you both ear pieces. After getting in the passenger seat of the car you turn to Jason.
“You can drive, right?”
~
“I can’t believe we’re finally here, I for sure thought we’d never make it.” You blurted out to the young male as you quickly got out of the expensive car.
Jason rolled his eyes. “Oh for fucks sake, my driving isn’t that bad, Y/N.” You snort and close the car door, walking to the entrance of the banquet hall. Handing your invitations to security you were quickly allowed in. You marveled at the scene in front of you, multitudes of people were mingling with one another, dancing to the classical music, and lightly snacking. You never got used to galas or living ‘comfortably’ as one might put it.
You felt a strong arm snake its way around your waist and pull you in. Blushing you looked up to see Jason surveying the ball room for your target. Following suit, you quickly skim the crowds for the man you were sent to collect information on. You tugged on Jason’s sleeve when you identified the target.
“Found him.” He spoke into his earpiece, faintly hearing Bruce’s voice on the other end. You both approach the target, he was an older man like Bruce. However, nowhere near him in looks, the man was balding, short, and a little on the heavier side. You had to say that if you didn’t know any better that you would’ve mistaken him for Penguin.
A few hours of conversing with the man it became glaringly obvious as to why Batman had taken an interest in him, he just screamed ‘Arrest me! I’m a drug dealer and human trafficker!’.
The man had bodyguards at every entrance and exit of the venue, he talked about how well his ‘pharmaceuticals’ company was doing, and how he had invested in a ‘modeling agency’. He had invited you up to one of the suites to talk more about his ‘business’. Agreeing, you followed him up a set of dimly lit stairs. Feeling safe that you were being tailed by a certain vigilante.
Closing the doors behind you, the man grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you to him. Looking at your lips he muttered.
“Don’t ya think that after talkin’ to me all night I deserve a lil’ something?” You physically had to fight the urge to vomit all over his expensive shoes.
You heard Tim’s voice in your earpiece. “Where’s Jason? Isn’t he supposed to have your back?” You silently prayed that Jason knew what was going on, seeing as your formal attire didn’t grant full mobility for you to be able to defend yourself. Just as the creep in front of you tried to grab you with his other arm the doors to the room had been kicked in, causing the man to be trapped under them, rendering him unconscious.
“Shit... you think they’ll notice?”
You stared incredulously at the young man before you. Grateful that he had saved you, but also furious that he had harmed the target. “I think they’d be fucking stupid not to, Todd.”
“Hold on now, why are you mad at me?! I just saved your ass!” He defended.
“Yeah, but you could’ve done that in a less, violent way. This mission was recon only.” You accused, frustrated that you were about to get chewed out by Bruce when you got back.
“Well s o r r y, that I love you and didn’t want that creep’s greasy hands all over you!” At this you had widened your eyes. He loved you?
“Wait... you love me?” You asked, having to confirm what had left his lips.
Realizing that you had noticed a slight blush appeared on his pale face. “Well I uh- yeah.”
“Wha- Why me, though?” You questioned, genuinely perplexed. You had never thought that Jason returned your feelings. Seeing the obvious confusion on his face you spoke again. “You could have had anyone, so why me?”
Watching as he processed the question Jason opened his mouth. “... Because you’re the only one I’ve always wanted, when I died you never gave up, so of course you’ve always been the one that I wanted. Is that really so hard to understand?”
Before you could respond a cheerful voice interrupted. “Well, while I’m glad you guys confessed your undying love for one another, you’re gonna want to get back before you get caught!” Dick’s voice snapped both you and Jason out of the moment, making you realize that he was right.
“Cock block...” You heard Jason mutter under his breathe as you made your escape.
A/N: Sorry this came out late lol I’ve been consumed by writing for twenty other projects
Life on the Mantis wasn't always the easiest, it was actually kind of boring. Nothing to do except talk to Greez when Cere was too busy on the comms. Sometimes you and the Latero would sit at the kitchen, telling stories over meals and having the time of your lives. At first Greez's stories were incredibly entertaining, but there's only so many stories one person could have. So now the days in which stories weren't being shared, consisted of you sleeping to pass the long stretches of time between hyperspace jumps. And today was no different.
You were currently sat at the couch again, your arms laid across the back of the seat and legs crossed. Mulling over what had happened a few hours prior you had completely spaced out again, unaware of your surroundings when suddenly your mind was invaded by thoughts of Cal. He reminded you of yourself, a child lost in the midst of a war. Whose livelihood and innocence was violently ripped away from them, who had to mature much faster than a child ever should. He also reminded you in that even though you were now an adult and a hardened criminal, that deep down you were just a child terrified out of your mind. Soon, anxieties started to flood your mind.
Could you really restore the order? Could Cal? What if the Empire beat you to it? Questions and doubts raced through your mind a mile a minute. Not liking where your mental state was headed you decided to annoy Greez. Still sitting down you yell out to the short creature.
"Greez! Greeeezz!!" A loud clang came from the back of the ship, from where the cabins were and soon out came your beloved pilot.
"What do ya want, kid? Can't you see I'm busy?" He states, his lower set of arms sat comfortably at his hips, the upper set gesturing at you. You grin at him, clearly amused attention fact that you're inconveniencing him.
"Actually no I couldn't, but what I can see, is that I'm bored. Come on sit next to me, what do you think of the newbie?" You scoot over, allowing Greez to sit next to you. As he sits, you can see him think hard on his answer.
"Well I don't really know, just met the kid. He seems ok, like a nice kid ya know?" He explains to you. He had a point, Cal had only been with you for a few hours and now he was in the spare bed dead asleep. Ruffling your hair you shift in your seat uncomfortably. Greez eyes you curiously.
"What's up Y/N? I haven't seen you this off put since, well, ever." Greez moves to look you in the eyes. You shake your head and let out an airy chuckle, you highly doubt Greez could ever understand. How do you confide in your friend that you see a reflection of yourself in Cal. That deep down you doubt Cere and her ambitions, that you doubt yourself and everything you believe in.
"It's nothing Greez, I'm fine. I guess I'm just stressed." You rub your face in irritation. Your eyes suddenly feeling heavy and your shoulders tense. Greez seemingly satisfied with your answer stands up.
"Yeah, alright Y/N. You know I'm always here for ya... I'mma go check on the kid, I think I hear him messin' around back there." He spoke softly. You gave a curt nod, bidding a 'see you later' to Greez. A few minutes later, Greez walked back into the cockpit, Cal close after him. The young red head stops at the small coffee table, eyeing Cere's guitar. Picking it up he sits in the seat adjacent to you, taking a moment before strumming its strings gently, yet expertly. You eye him curiously, how did anyone who grew up on a ship wrecking planet know how to play a guitar? Hearing the tune Cere came out.
"That song... I wrote it, years ago. You touch an object and witness events connected to it. You feel its history." Cere states, looking at Cal with wonder and awe. He shifts in his seat, setting the instrument down gently.
"It's an... echo in the Force from the object." Cal hesitantly starts out.
"Not many Jedi have that skill." Cere sits down close to Cal, feeling like a third wheel you decide to speak.
"Yeah Cal, psychometry is an extremely rare and powerful Force ability. I wish I had something that unique." You tell Cal, moving closer to the pair in front of you on the couch. They snap their heads to look at you, almost as if they had just realized that you were there the whole time.
"How would you guys know that?" The young boy asked wearily, not liking the fact that both you and Cere were poking around his Force connection.
"I was once a Jedi-"
"Padawan." You interjected Cere's sentence, raising a hand as to identify yourself.
"But not anymore." She finishes.
"Do I know you two?" Cal asks, hope laced in his words yet again, just like when he first came on board.
"No. But I knew your Master, Jaro Tapal. He was a true guardian of the Republic." You watched Cere intently, observing her as she reminisced over better times. You and Cere were very different people, you were brash and unapologetic she was patient and serene, yet you could relate to her more than you'd like to admit. You also missed your padawan days, when you were blissfully ignorant to the slowly crumbling world around you.
"He was a hero. Listen... something happened to me during the Purge. I survived, but... my connection the Force is damaged. When I meditate, if I let my guard down, I lose control. It's like I'm in that moment when-" Cal starts, looking back and forth between you and the women next to him, his lip quivering. Obviously uncomfortable with the idea of opening up about his past.
"You survived, Cal. And you're not alone. Not anymore." She looks him straight in the eye, millions of words and emotions being exchanged yet none actually being physically expressed. She looks at you, the look in her eyes softening. Cal's eyes following her line of sight. You offer him a soft, knowing smile in return. Letting him know that another person was on his side.
"We're comin' up on our destination." Greez's gruff voice coming on through the ship's intercom. You look up, in feign acknowledgment that the conversation had not only ended but in acknowledgment of the pilot's words. You all stand up, heading to the cockpit ready to make the final jump to Bogano.
Walking down the ramp with the other two 'Jedi', you take in the view of the beautifully serene planet. The warm and gentle rays dancing on your skin. The Mantis was great for your needs, but being on actual soil for once was nice, even if it was all muddy.
"This is Bogano. A Jedi I knew discovered it before the Purge. You won't find it on any maps." Cere speaks with diligence and preciseness, you always did admire that about her.
"The Empire doesn't know this place exists?" Cal exclaims in disbelief. You couldn't blame him, after all the Empire always did find a way to infect and get their hands on everything.
"No." Cere confirms.
"So? What's the plan? We... hide out here?" He questions, not knowing the full reason as to why you were all here in the first place. Cere turns to look at you, you snap out of your daze, again.
"Oh, sorry..." You mumble, getting the hint you walk up to the pair. "We're done hiding, Cal. Look, you see that structure over there? Well, we believe that Vault holds the key to rebuilding the Jedi Order. But, uh, we kinda need someone whose strong in the Force." You explain to the boy in front of you, your hands poised at your hips.
"And since you're not Jedis anymore, that's why you need me." He spits, implication behind his every word. Cere decides to step in, she was always better with words.
"I know you don't trust us, and I think I speak for both Y/N and I when I say that I'm not really sure we trust you. But we have a common enemy, and a common cause. I'll share more of my plan after you reach the Vault. But, until then, there's someone here I think you should meet." She looks at you knowingly, turning to head back into the Mantis. Guiding you back in with a hand on your upper back.
"May the Force be with you." She comments, not looking back. You however, crane your neck back to meet Cal's eyes. Final farewells being exchanged. As soon as the doors close behind you and the former Jedi next to you, you turn to her.
"You think he's up for it?" You inquire, your anxieties manifesting again. Cere pauses for a brief moment, processing your question. She sighs before meeting your eyes.
"He's my- he's our last option, Y/N. I would've chosen you, but-" She leaves the meaning of her words up for interpretation as she walks away. You knew what she meant, a pang of guilt lashing harshly at your heart.
You could only put your hopes onto Cal now, the fates of every innocent being depending on him.
Summary: The Reader eats Dean’s pie and he gets very reasonably upset.
Warning: Swearing
Prompt: @clean-prompts
“I’m going to kill you!”
“Ha! I’d like to see you try–no, wait–crap! Stop I-I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it!”
You had been sitting in the Bunker’s kitchen all morning, debating whether or not to sign off on your death wish.
What death wish you may ask?
Well, Sam had come back from the grocery store with pie, Dean’s favorite pie to be exact.
It had been sitting out on the counter, tempting you. It’s golden crust looking extra crispy and delicious.
The cherry filling glazed over so perfectly that it’s reflecting the lights in the kitchen in the just the right way that’s making your mouth water.
The sweet aroma that found it’s way to your nose no matter where you were in the bunker, were you seriously about to risk your livelihood for a slice of pie?
Yes.
You crept across the kitchen, keeping an eye out for a certain hunter. As you approached the heavenly desert that sat upon the kitchen counter you took slowly took a knife to it. Taking the slice you took a bite, then another one, and another one. And soon after the whole pie was gone, leaving nothing but a f ew crumbs and the tin left. It had dawned on you, you ate the entire pie, you ate Dean’s pie; and that’s something that no one got away with.
Before you could get caught red handed by the pie obsessed Winchester, you decided to flee the scene of the crime. Getting rid of any evidence you practically ran to your room, ignoring the strange looks from Sam and Cas.
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With a full belly and a surprisingly quiet Bunker you were beginning to drift into the arms of sweet sweet sleep. Wrapped in a thick comforter and in an odd, yet comfortable, position you had practically forgotten about the sin you had committed mere hours prior. Unfortunately before you could fully fall into a deep slumber you heard crashing sounds coming from the kitchen. Quickly sitting up, you felt your heart race a mile per minute. Feeling it drum against your chest you throw your thick sheets off of you, knowing what was coming your way.
It was a race against time as you desperately ran to lock your door to keep the fuming hunter headed your way out. You barely made it as Dean tried to burst your door open, you pushing against it with all your weight to lock it.
“I know you ate my pie, damnit!” He grunted out, struggling against the door. You could feel the fury oozing from his every pore, you had really done it now.
“Come on Dean! Dean-o, Dee, my good ol’ pal.... no? Well it was worth a try!” You manage out, slowly loosing the struggle over the door. Your feet slipping against the cold floor of the bunker and your sweaty palms betraying your grip on the door knob. “Dude how can you be mad at me!!! It was some good pie!”
“I’m going to kill you!” He snarled as soon as he heard you admit to your crimes, using the last of his might to give one last huge push against the door. You fell back and landed harshly on your butt, you looked up to Dean, seeing him stand fiercely in the door way. An edge to his eyes, the same edge he gets when he’s on a hunt. You were in deep shit now. Yet, because you’re you, you decided to challenge him. He wouldn’t actually hurt you over pie!
“Ha! I’d like to see you try–no, wait–crap! Stop I-I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it!” You had quickly began to retract your challenge to large man as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. Thrashing in his rip only resulted in it restricting further around your body. So you began to hit his behind.
“Dean!! Let me down! It’s just pie, man! I’ll buy you another one, please, I didn’t mean ittttt...” You exclaim between assaults to his backside.
“If it’s just pie then I guess it’s just your freedom, isn’t it???” He simply stated, you could see the shit eating grin on his face. Deciding you had no other choice than to give up, you did. After all, what’s the worse that could happen?
Summary: After an exhausting fight the batfam goes out for burgers, the reader goes to wipe off some ketchup off of one of the boy’s face but realizes it’s not ketchup.
Prompt: @clean-prompts
“You’ve got some ketchup on your… no, wait… that’s blood.”
Summers in Gotham weren’t exactly... comfortable, one could say. The concrete would soak up the blistering heat of the day and release it with unrelenting brutality at night. This would make for very exhausting and tiresome patrols.
Tonight was no different and it didn’t help that the Riddler was being extra annoying. None of you were in the mood to even be on patrol let alone answer riddle after riddle when you could be relaxing in the Manor’s cool air.
After being fed up with the riddle obsessed man in a green suit, you and the boys wrapped things up, but not before getting ruffed up a bit by some thugs. Then dragged yourselves to the nearest 24/hr diner, needing some type sustenance in your systems after such a draining night.
Finally after getting your food, and ignoring the bewildered looks from the diner’s patrons, you and the boys sat on the roof of a nearby building, letting what little breeze there was flow through your hair and to your sweaty nape.
“I feel absolutely disgusting.” You whine, taking a bite out of your burger.
“tt, what’s new?” Robin spat out. Gulping down the cold drink beside his food.
“I swear I don’t know why I have long hair, it’s not even practical in a fight. Can’t wait to sit in an ice bath for all of eternity.” You continue, ignoring Damian’s rude remark, used to it his brash nature and attitude by now. You gingerly took another bite of your burger. Looking beyond Gotham’s skyline and out onto the water.
“Ugh, I feel ya man. Doesn’t help we’re all spandex freaks, like seriously who thought it was a good idea to wear full-body, spandex suits in the summer.” Jason agreed with you, having taken off his signature cherry red helmet, granting you access to his full face. You quickly spotted a big splotch of ketchup at the corner of his mouth. You giggled and licked your thumb, wiping at it.
“You’ve got some ketchup on your… no, wait… that’s blood.” You quickly realize, wiping your thumb on a nearby napkin.
“Eh, same thing, adds flavor either way.” He shrugs going back to his food. Not sparing a second thought.
“D-do you ever think before you speak? Like seriously dude...” Tim speaks up, leaning forward to look at Jason from beside Dick. He and Damian quietly continue eating their food knowing better than to meddle in their business. Quickly Jason and Tim begin to bicker, you smile and laugh softly to yourself. Turning back to the city’s glowing lights.
You wouldn’t ever trade this for anything in the world... well, maybe for an ice bath.
Summary: The Reader had died a few years ago fighting alongside the Winchesters, now they’re back as a ghost and can’t “move on”.
Warnings⚠️: dark humor, mentions of death, blood, ghosts, kinda angst (?)
Prompt: @writing-prompt-s I got this off of their tumblr, not mine at all!
“How many times do I have to kill you before you stop coming back!?”
“‘No idea. But please, for the love of god, keep trying.”
“‘Family don’t end in blood” A good friend of yours told you once, well with the Winchesters, family always ended in blood.
Charlie...
Kevin...
Bobby...
Ellen and Jo...
Even you...
It had been a few years since you had died, it was a particularly gnarly case. You guys had been chasing a ghost, though it had left all of you scratching your heads. The ghost was somehow jumping from person to person, no connection between the victims. Even the ectoplasm wasn’t its usual black color. It wasn’t until Garth pointed out that in Bobby’s journal, green goo = spectre.
Unfortunately for you, Sam had came into contact with the object the spectre was attaching itself to. Before Dean could reach Sam, he shot you. You looked at Sam, fear filled eyes staring back at you as you slid onto the floor, clutching your abdomen. Sam dropped to his knees, putting pressure onto your wound. You weakly smiled, blood staining your teeth. Dean rushes over to the both of you, in a position similar to Sam’s. You reach a hand up to Sam’s steam stained face.
“It- it’s ok, Sam. It’s ok.” You comfort him with your last breaths. With the last bit of your strength you push a chain into Dean’s hand. Happy with your last moments you let go. Though that didn’t last long as you found yourself looking back at yourself on the ground, blood pooling around you. You tried to reach out to the boys, but you couldn’t. It was almost as there was a veil separating your world from theirs. It went on like this for a couple of months before you learned how to manifest.
“‘What the fuck? How are you here!? We gave you a hunter’s funeral!” Dean shouted, obviously frustrated that this was happening all over again.
“‘I don’t know! If I did I wouldn’t be here, now would I?” You sassed back, not happy with the welcoming he was giving you.
“‘This is very, odd.” Castiel says, walking around you, observing your ghostly form. “But not impossible, she might be latching onto that chain, Dean.”
“Hold on you guys, maybe this isn’t a bad thing. I me- I mean I killed you Y/N! Now we can finally make things right with you!” Sam stated desperately, taking a few shaky steps towards you.
“Woah woah woah, what are you saying Sam? Are you crazy!? This is exactly what happened to Bobby, you know how this ends, man. She’s gotta go.” Dean wedges himself between you and Sam.
“I’m right here, you know?” You say, waving your arms around.
“‘Shut up, Y/N!” They look at you unison. You just shake your head at look at the angel besides you, he just gives you a sorry look in return.
After a while of heated arguments you all came to an agreement. After a few emotional goodbyes, Dean reluctantly burnt the chain. Yet, the very next day you were back at the bunker.
The boys were just as confused as you, they burnt the thing you were latched onto, why didn’t it work? They went through all of your things that they had, burning all the things they could find that belonged to you. Nothing.
When that didn’t work, they resorted to burning any pictures of you. Nothing.
At this point they had probably tried everything under the Sun to “kill” you, and you were still here. Was this your hell or something?
A few weeks had passed, you were sitting next to Dean as he was reading a lore book, trying to figure out a way to gank you. You were feeling particularly bored and started to annoy him, flipping the pages in his book from across the table, poking him, throwing things at him, etc. You were having a blast up until he slammed his book on the table and grabbed his shotgun and blasted you full of salt rock. As soon as you disappeared you reappeared on his opposite side.
“‘How many times do I have to kill you before you stop coming back!?” He yelled out in frustration, slamming the gun on the table.
“‘No idea. But please, for the love of god, keep trying.”
Hi again!! It’s the anon that asked for advice I think maybe yesterday or two days ago, and I was wondering if your posts not appearing under the right tags was normal?? Because Im posting consistently and engaging but my posts dont appear or anything. Im scared thats why my posts are doing poorly. Again, stay safe!!
Hello again, Anon!
Huh, that's strange. Personally, I don’t search for my own tags just to see if they are working. But for the sake of answering your question, I actually tried it out myself using one of my common tags (which is # cal kestis fic). I see some of my fics in the search results, just some not most.
Keep on posting consistently, you’re doing well on that. Don’t worry about doing poorly because it probably has something to do with the weird Internet algorithm. Try using a lot of tags so that the content is more likely to appear -- that has always been my assumption ever since I started posting content on Tumblr.
Summary: Cal and the Reader get into an argument over a mission gone wrong, soon the Reader realizes Cal’s right.
Warning: Angst, crying, swearing, mention of death.
Prompt: @witterprompts, these prompts belong to them!
“This would not have been a problem if you had just listened to me.”
“I can’t believe what I have to deal with and I didn’t even ask to be the leader.”
You were absolutely seething. You were on Kashyyyk, checking on a rebel outpost.
An encrypted message had been sent by Mari, explaining that they were under attack and needed your immediate help. Unfortunately, by the time you had gotten to the rebel camp it was as if it were completely wiped off the map. At this point, you were beginning to think that you were destined to fail at everything in life. Letting out a string of curses, you ran your hands through your hair and down your face. Trudging off to the Mantis Cal chased after you, desperately calling your name. He managed to catch up to you and pulled you by your arm so you were facing him. A concerned look fell upon his features.
“What, Cal? What do you want?” You spit at him, angry at your self that you let this happen. All the innocent partisans and Wookies would be alive if you ha-
“It’s not your fault, don’t blame yourself. There’s nothing we could’ve done back there. We got the message we came, we did everything we could. So do not blame yourself, the war isn’t over.” He sternly spoke, conviction and determination etched onto his features, green eyes burning holes into yours.
“Who are you kidding Kestis!? Cut the shit! This would not have been a problem if you had listened to me! I told you we should’ve picked up the pace. This is all my fault, if I would’ve been stronger, I would’ve gotten there faster and then maybe none of this would’ve happened!” You yell at him, snatching your arm out of him grasp. He pauses, staring at you hard as if thinking about what he should say next. His lips firmly pressed and eyebrows furrowed he shook his head and spoke again in a whisper.
“I can’t believe what I have to deal with and I didn’t even ask to be the leader.” As soon as the words left his mouth his eyes widened, BD-1 lowering his head behind Cal’s back.
“Excuse me? What the fuck do you mean by that? Do you think I asked to be where I am now, do you think I asked to be in an outpost littered with the bodies of my allies?” You spoke, venom dripping from your every word as you stalked towards him. Getting close and personal with the Jedi you looked straight into his eyes, daring him to utter another word.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Averting his gaze to the ground he let his arms fall to his sides. You scoffed, not believing what was going on.
“Then how did you mean it, Cal?” Waiting for a piss poor excuse from him you tap your foot impatiently.
“Well?”
“You think this only affects you? You think those innocent people were only your allies? I fought alongside them too, and to lose them-” Cal’s voice cracked, tears welling in eyes. Grabbing you tightly by the shoulders he swallows hard and continues.
“And to lose them hurts me too, but they chose to fight! They knew the risks and they took them anyways because they’d rather die on the battlefield than be bystanders who watch as a regime actively fights for their suppression. That’s why it’s not your fault. Please. I don’t wanna do this anymore, I don’t wanna lose you too.” He hugs you tighter, pulling you in closer.
This is the first time you had seen Cal so worked up about, anything really, but the red-head had a point. They chose to fight and you would go on to continue to fight for them. To honor them, it wasn’t anyone’s fault other than the Empire’s that this happened. Fighting would only make you two lose each other, and neither of you could afford that. So you and Cal just stood there, holding onto each other for dear life.
Hi!! I’m to writing fanfiction, and I was just wondering if you could gimme some tips on how to be a better writer or how to attract readers, stay safe :)
For being able to write better:
Use notebooks and pens as much as you can; unless you’re more comfy in writing in PC, but you can never go wrong with the pen & paper combo.
Write down any random idea that could work as an inspiration or an element in your fic; just simply write it down.
An outline is your best friend when it comes to writing; they help you piece together, arrange scenes, and keep track of what plot points you’ve written so far. This is where the notebook comes in really handy.
Conflicts/problems push your story forward – fluff is good and all, but they don’t really tell a story apart from evoking emotion. It gets interesting if there’s a problem that needs fixing; it can be the smallest reason (such as two characters arguing on whose plan works best) or the biggest decision of their lives (for instance, choosing who lives or dies at the hands of the enemy).
Secondly, I think when it comes to attracting readers, it’s all about how you deliver your story with the way you write it; that’s why I was only able to give writing tips. Attracting readers is the natural consequence of your writing.
Don’t worry about attracting a lot of people, for me: it matters when you’re attracting the right audience, because they’ll definitely give you twice or thrice the love and support you’ll get.
I hope this helps, Anon! If you need any more, just hit me up in my Ask and I’d be happy to help as much as I can! Hope you’re staying safe too 💖😊
You were splayed out across Greez's couch, lazily basking under the artificial lights fixed to the ceiling of the Mantis, the ship that you had made into your home not too long ago. Twirling a thin, metallic cylindrical object between your fingers, a lightsaber, you retreat into your mind. Spacing out completely as you stare off into the void-
"Are you listening to me Y/N?!" Cere exclaims as she quickly rushes past you into the cockpit after noticing you had snapped out of your daze. Following her with your eyes you quickly sit up, bewildered as to why she'd spoken to in such a harsh tone. Cere was not one to ever speak in such a manner, much less to you.
"What? What in the Maker's name happened?" You question, treading cautiously around the obviously agitated woman. You'd truly never seen her this way, except for when she first recruited you aboard the Mantis, uncharacteristically irritated at the fact that you weren't the answer to all her questions.
"She's found a Jedi on Bracca! Now hurry up off your butt and get in your chair, we're all hands on this time, kid." Greez quickly adds, hot on Cere's trail. The Latero genuinely panicked as he sat in his chair readying the ship to jump into Hyperspace.
Realizing the gravity of situation, you jump out of your current position, almost hitting your shoulder on the frame of the door to sit in the chair next to Greez. Yanking a communications headset over your head you set coordinates to the junkyard of planet known as Bracca and set off on your journey.
This wasn't any ordinary mission, this could finally be your big break, maybe Cere would finally get off your back. You couldn't really fulfill the vision of you she had nor did you ever really care to. Restoring the Jedi Order wasn't really your scene, however your empathy for others betrayed you and you ended up making a false promise to Cere; that you'd be the one to restore the Jedi Order.
Sure you felt bad, who wouldn't? Leading on a woman blinded by her loyalty to a past era with false hopes that you'd be the messiah who would make all her hopes and dreams come true, wasn't exactly the Jedi or any morally correct way. You couldn't say no to Cere, not when she was practically at your knees begging you to at least try, to try for all the children whose lives didn't have to be taken away unjustly just as yours was. Guilt and pity clawing away at any resolve you might've had you stared into her round eyes, you sighed softly and gave into her desperate pleas. Deep down you have always had your suspicions that she knew your heart wasn't in it, maybe that's why she kept looking for another Jedi. Maybe she also took pity on you, maybe it was guilt eating her alive that she forced you into her selfish affairs. She knew what that meant to your life and how important self preservation was, especially after the Purge. Perhaps that also had a hand in why she kept you around. Either way, you made a promise to Cere that you would stick around and thats exactly what you're going to do. You needed her as much as she need you.
Jumping in Hyperspace was never really fun for you, you never got used to it. Lurching back into your seat you shot Greez a look, he gave an apologetic wince in return. Sighing you look back down at your monitors.
"We should be coming up on Bracca pretty soon here, so before we do just want you guys to know that you have all been a pain in my ass." You sarcastically state. Not even sparing your companions a glance as you address them.
"Yeah yeah, love you too, kid." Greez shakes his head as he huffs out his response. You always did have a strange way of showing those around you that you cared. Never really one for sappy moments or moments in general. The war and the purge had hardened your outlook on the universe, you lost the ability to freely express yourself and the ability to blindly trust those around you, something that has kept you very much alive and breathing. Yet you couldn't help but go against every instinct that screamed at you to walk away from the broken woman at your feet. You trusted Cere. Once again Cere's words derailed your train of thought as she spoke.
"Greez right there! Get me in close, I'll see if I can try and grab him." Cere spilled as she trotted to the opening hatch of the Mantis, holding on tightly to the frame as Greez harshly jerked the ship closer to an Imperial train, one you hadn't even noticed was there, shooting an enemy aircraft out of the sky. As soon as you were close enough to the train you could see a figure running through the cabins, red hair flapping in sync with the harsh wind. A blue lightsaber swinging and twirling furiously back and forth between the Stormtroopers tasked with guarding the train, sparks and blaster bolts flying off of the powerful weapon, slowly making their way through the train. As soon as Cere can get close enough to talk to him she slams her hand on the control panel next to the door, opening the door.
"We're here to help!" She shouts, struggling to project her voice over the loud sounds of the train and the Mantis alike.
"Who are you?!" The boy shouts, caution and distrust evident in his voice.
"No time! Keep Moving! We'll pick you up when we can!" Cere shouts one last time, closing the door and sitting back at her station. Greez picks up the speed as an enemy starts to chase after us.
"Hurry it up Greez, any slower and we'll be dead sooner than you can clap all four hands of yours together." I yell out to him, switching back and forth between my screens searching frantically for any enemies that would get in our way.
"Maybe if you would focus on spotting those Imps then maybe I could!" He snaps back at me, both of us stressed equally trying to do our best.
"Arguing won't help anyone especially not that poor boy out there!" Breaking up the tension between you and Greez. After loosing the aircraft you utter a quiet apology to the Latero to your left and get back to your station. You spot another fighter zoom over head of the Jedi, you quickly turn to Greez and warn him just as the fighter made a turn around and headed straight for the boy.
"Greez you might wanna head back for that Jedi, he's about to go for a joyride straight into the abyss if we don't catch him! There's a fighter gunning after him, right there, look!" Without a word or a need for justification he pushes up his beloved ship even harder than ever before towards the train again just as the cart the Jedi was one broke off. As the the Jedi was about to fall into the void Cere runs back to the hatch and rushes out to him.
"Jump now!" She inches closer to him, careful to not fall herself.
"Hold on!" She encourages again, barely touching fingertips before the bridge gets blasted, sending the Jedi plummeting down.
"No!" Cere stumbles back into the ship. Just before you all throw in the towel, thinking that you had just gotten the poor boy killed. You see him grab onto a droid and slowly descend onto a platform but not before colliding with a floater. A rush of relief floods all of you, releasing a breath you didn't know you were all holding.
"At least he's alive?" You offer, wincing as Cere shot you a look. You slowly turn in your chair meeting Greez's eyes in the process, he just shrugs. Starting up the Mantis again in search of the infamous Jedi. Making your way your way to him you see him and the Second Sister, an inquisitor for the the Empire, clashing lightsabers. Glares being shot at one another as they face off each other.
You quickly slam the button for Greez, blasting the inquisitor off of him. You give the being next to you the famous "Geez Greez" look. Cere opens the door again.
"Get on aboard!" She yells to the red-headed boy as he limps his way to the Mantis, cradling his shoulder. As he gets near the opening the Second Sister stands up again, igniting her lightsaber. Before she can do anything Cere yanks the boy in, shooting the inquisitor. Though it proved to be a fruitless effort as she effortlessly dodged the blaster bolt. Wasting no time Cere keeps shooting, and again the inquisitor dodges, picking up momentum and deflecting every bolt with each step she takes. Soon she starts running at the ship.
"Captain!" Cere shouts closing the hatch door, narrowly shutting out the Second Sister, as she manages to slice the door to the ship. Leaving a red hot molten streak on it. Greez would n o t love that. Thinking you're in the clear you relax, letting your tense muscles melt into the leather chair you were sitting on, rubbing your face out of pure stress. Suddenly, the Second Sister appears in front of you, landing with a loud bang against the glass in cockpit. Holding onto the ship she uses The Force to take control of the steering wheel to pull the Mantis into the ground, seeking its destruction. As the Mantis twirls and spins to the whim of the inquisitor, throwing everyone for a not so pleasant ride, you push aside the bile threatening to escape your throat and yank the steering wheel in the opposite direction in hopes of shaking her off. After succeeding in your task Greez wastes no time in kicking the ship into hyperspace to escape the planet. Settling into your seats as the Mantis evens, you all look back to the Jedi. Then back to each other, and then back to the Jedi. Unsure of how to address him, clearly agitated and jittery, he even forgot to turn his damn lightsaber off.
“Okay, shut that thing off and grab some seat." Greez barely manages out, pointing to the couches behind him. Cere turn around and walks off to the holo-table, not sparing the kid so much as glance as he struggles to ground himself in reality.
"Thanks for the help, but who are you people?" He inquires, an air of caution lacing his words. Eyes darting back and forth between the three of you. Giving him a once over you could immediately tell that this kid was a wreck, a fidgety and nervous wreck. His bottom lip quivering, body language just screaming that he was ready for a fight, never even releasing the death grip on his lightsaber. Red hair combed back, poncho covering most of his body, scars littering his freckled face. He looked like he had truly been dragged through the depths on Dathomir.
"My name is Cere Junda. This is my captain, Greez Dritus. And that's Y/N Y/L/N." She gestures to both you and Greez. Both of you wave at the young man as he turns around, observing his surroundings.
"How ya doin? Yeah, the Mantis is my ship but you better pay attention to this lady here." He points to Cere, you let out a noise in agreement, folding your arms over your chest as the Jedi turns around to face the crew.
"So, who are you?" Cere offers.
"Cal. Kestis. Who was that back there?" He demands, short of breath. Cere pauses for a brief moment, evaluating the question. You put your hands on your hips and offered her an apologetic look. You all had your demons, Cere was no exception.
"An Imperial Inquisitor. She's a Force user hunting Jedi survivors and now that she knows who you are... she will not stop until she destroys you." Conviction and determination etched into her words as she addressed Cal.
"How do you know so much? And why'd you help me?" He grabs his shoulder just as he did when he first came onboard, perhaps he had injured it. Both you and Greez look to Cere to answer Cal's question yet again.
"We track Imperial communications. We heard the Inquisitors we're heading to Bracca. So we made our move." Yeah you were in charge of communications and intelligence but as hard headed as Cere was she always insisted she 'helped'. Which included her taking over your job, sometimes you didn't mind, she had an ear for it.
"Oh yeah? What's the bounty on Jedi these days anyway?" He spits out, defensiveness oozing from his every pore.
"That's gratitude for ya." Greez exclaims to Cere, pointing an accusatory finger at Cal. You scoff, how ungrateful could you get? You had just saved his sorry ass more times in under an hour than he could probably ever return in a life time.
"Oh please, I wouldn't complain if I were you. You're the one with a bounty on your head, I wouldn't mind turning you in for a pretty penny-" You start only to get cut off by Cere, she sure had a nasty habit of doing that.
"Look I get it. You've been surviving on your own for so long that it's impossible to trust anyone. And it's what's kept you alive. But this is about something bigger... than just surviving." Sure you didn't like being cut off, especially when the other person deserved it, but Cere sure made a point. In a way, you were and still are the same way. You can see yourself in Cal. Maybe you'd let it slide just this once. You huff, not wanting to show Cere that she had won and walk around the holo table to where Greez was perched.
"Like what?" Cal incredulously asked. Oh Maker, you knew what was coming, you could practically hear it.
"Like rebuilding the Jedi Order." She stated firmly, confident in herself. This was a different version of Cere from the one you had met a little over a year ago now. The broken shell of a women who sought comfort in anyone who could provide it. You had come to terms with the reality of the situation. Forced to mature well beyond your years you had hardened, having your men turn on you and slaughter everyone you loved in their wake would do that to a person. You aren't that wide eyed naive padawan you were all those years ago. You're a woman now, a war criminal, a fugitive. Some would come to call you pessimistic and jaded in your ways, you were just a realist.
Cal looked taken aback, a spark of hope and determination shone in his green eyes. His jaw clenched as he chose he next words carefully.
"You three? Anybody else?" He turned to you and Greez, hope coursing through his veins. To be quite frank, that kind of pissed you off. Were you not enough? After all you did for this kid and he still asked for more? You ground your teeth at the mere thought of it.
"Oh, we're not good enough for you?" You spat defensively against the ginger that stood before you. He elected to ignore you, turning back to Cere again.
"The a Jedi council?" He questioned, desperate to be told everything he wanted to hear. Cere looked down somberly.
"They're gone." At this Cal dropped his broad shoulders, disappointment heavy on his mind. He looked at you.
"Oh. So I'm all you've got." Cal started uneasily. Cere turned to Greez.
"Captain, set a course for Bogano." She simply stated.
"Aye Aye." Greez muttered softly, you placed a hand on his shoulder, letting it drop to your side as you watched him saunter off into the cockpit.
"In the meantime... try and relax. Go you're safe... for now." Cere states walking after Greez. Both you and Cal watching her walk away, turning to look at each other.
This is a story rewrite to include the reader! This is probably my first serious fan fiction ever, so constructive critism is welcome! I hope you like this fic:)
P.1 is an prologue! This fic will be primarily updated on wattpad so make sure to check out my acc :Milky5unfl0wer5
We're all born with a destiny, a duty we are unknowingly trusted with by The Force.
Some are born to do great things and go on to advocate for others whose voices cannot and will not be heard by those whose lives are blinded with blatant ignorance, they go on to fight the good fight for those who are unable to, they establish a sense of morality and peace wherever they step foot. Yet often times they are blinded by tradition and are stuck in their ways. Rejecting any notion that you are anything other than perfect. They are the light side of The Force.
Some are instead born to corrupt and destroy everything they touch, to bring misery to the innocents. These very same souls actively seek out the destruction of anything they desire, they seek out the support and endorsement of oppression of tortured souls as they see fit. Feeding off of hatred and fear, their goal is to divide and control the universe. They are the dark side of The Force.
Then there are those who understand the importance of balance, who see the importance of empathy and kindness, but also see the same importance in embracing fear, of embracing anger and sadness. They understand that to be able to fight the good fight you have to come to terms with your past and who you are. That to be the best you could be, you have to acknowledge your darkest parts and come to terms with who you are. They are the balance in The Force.
The Force is a powerful entity, it works in mysterious ways, allowing some to harness its power and use it at their whim. Steering the shift of the balance as they please. Force-sensitives, as they have been known to be called, are a force to be reckoned with.
Why does this matter anyway?
The Force as powerful as it may be is also very nurturing, allowing one to make their own decisions, leading them down paths that will all ultimately result in the same fate.
A cruel hand to live under, no doubt.
Yet, it is up to each and every one of us, to own up to our actions and take responsibility for the things that have made us who we are. To embrace and honor the sacrifices made by those around us so that we could succeed and flourish. To embrace the blood, sweat, and tears we have poured into our lives. To embrace the things that makes us who we are is the very definition of fulfilling our destiny.
However, it is not clear as to how we should go about this journey of acceptance and self love. That is why some choose to simply leave it up to The Force to drift them towards their destinies.
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