I had this idea a while ago for a Cal Kestis fic, but it wasn’t until recently I really decided what I wanted to do with it. This is a quick excerpt from the beginning of it just to test the waters. Please let me know what you think! 🤗
Pairing: Cal Kestis x f!reader
Warnings: Destined lovers/Soulmates, heavily inspired by Hadestown/ Orpheus and Eurydice
Summary: Cal Kestis keeps finding psychometry objects that show him moments of you and he can’t help but feel drawn.
Cal Kestis dropped down onto a stool in Pyloon’s Saloon. His body moved slowly, aching from days of work. All the fighting had been taking a toll on him, though he’d never admit it. Greez did his best to encourage Cal to take a long break, but all the Jedi ever allowed himself was a nap and meal before heading off again. The Empire didn’t rest, and neither would Cal, if that’s what it took. Right now, Cal’s plan was to take a respite on Koboh for a few hours before leaving for Segra Milo. Saw Gerrera had requested his time and everyone knows you don’t keep a man with that much influence waiting for too long.
With ease, M-6NK slid a glass in Cal’s direction. A familiar fizzy liquid bubbled inside, threatening to spill over as the cup travelled down the top of the bar. When Cal caught hold of the glass, an echo in the force rippled through him, a flash of white blinding his vision, a jolt running through his spine. Then a vague vision.
“Anybody got a match?” A voice rang out through the echo from behind Cal. It was an unfamiliar sound, one he didn’t recognize. He turned to look at you, though he didn’t know who you were. Not yet.
“I got one.” The Nautolan Cal knew as Caij Vanda responded, gaining your attention and lifting a box of matches, settled between her fingers. Her head was tilted downwards, hat covering her face in that mysterious way Cal often found her.
“Gimme that.” You stood from your seat, walking only a few steps before snatching the box out of Caij’s hand. Cal observed you, squinting slightly as he tried to make you out through the blurred silhouette the force provided him. You returned to your stool beside him before flicking the lid open and removing a match, scratching it on the side of the box and creating a spark at the tip of the short wooden stick. Then cradling the small flame, you used it to light an oil lamp sitting on the counter. “Thanks.” You said shortly, tossing the box back in Caij’s direction. She catched it without a glance and tipped her hat. You stood grabbing your lantern, with the other hand picking up a glass on the counter -the same one Cal found himself holding- before downing the rest of the liquid within it, placing it back on the counter with finality before walking off.
The echo faded, recentering Cal back into reality. He looked down at the stool beside him, the place he’d seen you in, and wondered why he felt drawn to what he had just seen, why he felt drawn to you. He didn’t even know your name.
“Cal,” M-6NK called, sliding in front of the Jedi on the opposite side of the bar. “Your drink is gathering dust. Something on your mind?”
Cal looked up at the droid, considering for a moment to let him in on the echo he’d just witnessed, maybe ask about you, but the question died on his tongue. What would he ask anyways? Who was the girl who drank from this same cup- who knows how long ago, sat in this seat, and where can I find her? Cal figured his chances were better off on his own. He shook his head instead, “No, Monk. Just tired.” Swiftly, he brought the glass to his lips, quickly downing the drink as you had done in the vision, before getting up and excusing himself from the bar. He needed a nap, some time to reset. Cal Kestis would figure you out another time.
