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[moonlit-imagines]

Lover. Fighter.

Cal Kestis x reader

warnings:

a/n: im writing im writing im writing im writing (it only works if im procrastinating)

prompt: @sweetjedi: “Lover. Fighter. by SVRCINA Cal Kestis Romantic (unless platonic fits more)”//Lover. Fighter. - SVRCINA

The two of your had past and future intertwined, Jedi ripped from familiarity and forced to conform, cheating death in the process.

Meeting was never in the cards, but against all odds you and Cal crossed paths and saved each other in the darkest of times. Impossible circumstances brought you into a new war, one you’d wished was over for you.

“The Jedi were peacekeepers, I wish I could have experienced peace in my time.” You sullenly explained to Cal when your fingers wrapped around his. “And if you say ‘it’s not too late,’ you’re wrong. We’ve experienced too much war and tragedy for me to escape the nightmares. No matter what happens, Cal, I will only see war.” It broke Cal’s heart to hear you speak of hopelessness, but he couldn’t say he didn’t understand.

“I get it.” Cal squeaked your hand and paused, silence growing solemn. You only heard the chirping of native insects on the planet you camped out on. “I still want to fight…maybe it’s all I know.”

“I never wanted to fight, even when my Master was training me.” You pulled away and stood up from the log you’d been resting on. “I’m fighting now, and that’s okay for now, but you know what? I’m still tired. And every day I fight hard against an Empire that’s fighting harder and I want to quit but I can’t. I can’t because I love you.”

“Y/N, I love you, too, and I’m fighting for you.” Cal stood up and closed the gap between you as you paced.

“I am, too! But how much do I have to lose? Am I going to lose you? Or the crew? Where is the finish line?” You frantically asked rhetorics as Cal pulled you close and soothed you.

“You aren’t going to lose me.” He said, but those were just words—and no matter what he said, it wouldn’t change how you felt after all these years of suffering. How could he promise if you’d already lost everything else? He knew just as well as you that wasn’t guaranteed, but there wasn’t anything else he could say. “Just stay with me. Please, stay.”

“I’m staying.” You mumbled into his shoulder, wrapping your arms tightly around him with tears on your cheeks. “And I’ll do whatever I can to keep you with me.”

taglist: @locke-writes // @captainshazamerica // @gabile18 // @sweetjedi // @summersimmerus // @lady-violet // @simp-legend //

[stealingpotatoes]

in another universe, cal kestis and caleb dume/kanan jarrus would’ve been best friends. and everyday i mourn what star wars took from us

YES!!! and one of those universes is my rebel survivor au which you've given me a wonderful excuse to draw more of:

(commission info // kofi support!)

[ironhoshi]

Something is happening!!!!

A true WIP that I am beyond excited for.

[namjoon-koya]

𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵: 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘊𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘑𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝟼𝟼 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵.

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘊𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘊𝘢𝘭 𝘒𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You’ve always been a light-sleeper even while on the Mantis you would hear Greez wake up a few times to use the ‘fresher, so it wasn’t a surprise when you heard Cal start to mumble a few words as he slept. Traveling to Zeffo made you on edge especially seeing how the Empire occupied this planet but a tomb was here that Cal needed to get to, but considering how huge Zeffo was it was taking more time than being on Bogano.

Cal let out another mumble of words some of it you couldn’t make out but he was starting to frown a bit in his sleep suddenly panicked Cal finally wakes up, scaring BD-1 in the process who was asleep next to him.

“Cal?”

He looked over at you breathlessly letting out a sigh “Are you alright?” You asked it seemed like he wasn’t even sure himself “sorry.. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You chuckled “you didn’t I’ve always been a light-sleeper Cal theres a reason why Cere put my room close to the opening of the Mantis.” Cal gave you a small smile but he still seemed troubled which in return troubled you, “did you want to talk about it?” You asked.

Cal laid back on his bedroll folding his hands across his stomach as he looked up at the sky, you wondered if he was debating on telling you or not. You two haven’t traveled with each other for that long but he was quick to trust you and you trusted him back, especially when he showed a lot of empathy towards people.

“Did you know any Jedis growing up?” Cal asked truth be told you didn’t, Mandalorians weren’t exactly buddy-buddy with Jedis considering their history but you didn’t exactly hate Jedis as other Mandalorians did. “No not really Mandalore wasn’t exactly a hotspot for Jedis.”

Cal nodded “When order 66 happened I was on a ship at Bracca with my master.. we were getting ready to leave when suddenly..” Cal trailed off but you already knew what he was going to say, Cere told you about clone troopers suddenly betraying them and gunning down any Jedis they saw.

Even young padawans… “We didn’t understand what was happening and master Jaro Tapal he protected me..” Cal sat up from his bedroll and buried his face into his hands, “but I couldn’t protect him back I failed him.”

You frowned “Cal you can’t blame yourself you were just a kid and a padawan at that.” But that didn’t seem to reassure him he still continued to blame himself even after years have passed he couldn’t come to accept it, “Cal.”

He looked over at you the campfire he built reflected against your beskar helmet as you titled your head to the side, “did I ever tell you about the night Mandalore fell?” He shook his head, you didn’t like talking about it too many painful memories from that night never healed but if Cal trusted you with his nightmares you felt like it was mutual respect if you did the same.

“Night of a Thousand Tears is what we call it, when the Empire destroyed anything about Mandalorians to send a message to the rest of the galaxy..” Cal’s eyes soften as you spoke “My buir helped me escape while they stayed back to help fight off imperials on the ground..” your voice wavered, “the empire in the end wiped out my home-world leaving nothing behind besides a few survivors who are now scattered across the galaxy.”

You never took off your helmet for that exact reason it was last piece of history you had from Mandalore and you would honor that history even if it was only you alone to carry it, “our buirs.. our guardian’s sacrificed themselves to save us in the end Cal we can’t go back no matter how much we miss those days.”

You took a moment no matter how much time has passed you could never forget that night, how many times did you cry during that night or even after that night? Days, months, years? You lost count honestly.

“But what we can do is make sure we continue to live just for them.” You saw Cal smile softly when you said that, while you knew his battles weren’t over yet at least you could push them a bit further away to help him get some sleep “thank you.” He softly said.

“No problem but you should get some sleep I think that tomb a still a little further away.”

“What about you?” He asked.

“I’m a light-sleeper don’t worry about me.” You watch as Cal settles in his bedroll again this time he doesn’t wake up, you look up at the stars on Zeffo.

You feel this strange feeling in your chest you looked over at Cal who was peacefully asleep, you noticed small scars on his brow and his lip before seeing a much larger one near his neck “cuyan you’ll be the end of me..” you mumbled before finally closing your eyes.

[layla4567]

May the force be with you

Cal Kestis x GN reader

Summary: Y/N has started to have feelings for Cal but doesn't know how to confess, maybe a love letter will help.

Warnings: Fluff time 😎

A/N: Hello, I apologize for not having included the "readmore" before (in fact I don't know if I did it correctly because they had never asked me before) and another apology if the story is not very accurate to the Star Wars universe (I'm not into it )

• • • • • • •

Maybe you always had those feelings for your friend. From the first minute you saw that red head and freckles like a strawberry. Yes, that must have been it. These feelings were not new, but even so in recent times they have intensified. Oh, yes indeed.

It all started in the last most recent mission. They were on the Mantis trying to look for the tombs of the three wise men. The map already had the exact coordinates, the destination was Dathomir. They got off the ship and headed towards some dark caves. It was wet and Cal had to light the way with his saber. You were lagging behind and the shadows were wrapping around you like a thin gauze, you ran in fear to his side and squeezed his hand, Cal turned his head towards you in surprise but then gave you a warm smile. He knew you were scared of the dark.

The faithful BD1 was clinging to Cal's shoulder. We went deeper and in a moment the place seemed more illuminated, the walls were no longer rocks but fat roots that rose from the floor to the ceiling. BD1 made a beep and quickly got off the redhead's shoulder and ran towards some kind of climbing wall and stopped looking at both of you.

"Looks like here is". Said the freckled boy with his hands on his hips looking up.

The white droid made an affirmative metallic noise, Cal smiled widely.

"Okay little one, hop on"

The boy stretched out his arm and the small droid climbed up to him to cling to his back. Then he saw you without stopping smiling

"Ladies first"

Cal extended his arm like a gentleman inviting you in as you bowed briefly, laughing. You held on tightly to the wall and started climbing it with Cal underneath you. He tried not to look up, blushing slightly. When you reached the top you saw him climb and with each step the muscles in his arms flexed and bulged, you had to shake your head to concentrate on something else.

Unfortunately the route did not end there, they had to cross to the other side and climb a wall that reached another rock. You approached the edge, you thought about whether you could jump but the gap was very long, you swallowed worriedly. Cal came to your side, reassuring you.

"Hey don't worry, I'm here with you"

His closeness and his affectionate squeeze on your arm made your cheeks redden and a chill ran down your neck. Of course he had no idea about all these sensations that were going through your body.

"I'll cross first, so you can see how I did it, okay?"

He offered generously and you nodded. For him it was easy, he was much more agile and flexible than you. Even when he was a simple worker he could jump and do pirouettes, you can't. With the grace and ease of a monkey he arrived at the other side in a second, then he looked at you with a nod of head inviting you to cross. You were still afraid, you tried to see how he did it but it had been so fast. Seeing that you were hesitant, Cal shouted at you, encouraging you.

"Nothing will happen to you, trust me, if you fall I'll catch you."

Those words, that simple phrase melted your heart. Now you were sure, you were in love with him. The tenderness with which he said that made you want Cal in your life more than ever so he could protect you. A little calmer you approached the wall and after steadying your feet you began to move to the right, always concentrating on not looking down. Don'tlookdowndon'tlookdown. Cal followed your every movement with religious attention, prepared for any possible fall. When you were about a meter from the edge of the other rock Cal advised you to try to push yourself to the right and jump. Your face contorted into a mask of terror, jump? Was he crazy or what?

"Just trust me!"

Of course you trusted him, you would even trust him with the most powerful weapon because you knew he wouldn't hurt you with it. You took a deep breath and followed his advice. You took a clean and jerk with your entire body flexed and jumped to the right, stretching your entire body and your arms trying to grab the edge of the rock. With horror you saw how your fingers barely touched the surface and you began to fall. An anguished scream calling your friend's name came from your throat, tearing the silence of the place. The freckled man quickly positioned himself at the edge of the rock as if his life depended on it and held you firmly by the wrists. The two of you looked at each other for a few seconds while your body hung and swung in the air. You were scared, but Cal was frowning with effort and huffing, but he couldn't stop a mocking smile from appearing at the corner of his lips.

"I promised you I'd catch you didn't I?"

A nervous smile appeared on your face. Very carefully he lifted you up and placed a hand on your back so you could sit up. Being so close to him created revolutions in your head and hormones. His gaze inspecting you up and down for possible injuries as he asked you over and over again if you were okay made you feel weak, your legs felt weak as if at any moment they could shake and fall with your knees hitting the cold, hard floor as you hugged his waist and you gave him looks with the eyes of a lost puppy, drunk, needy, desirous and burning with love saying "I am yours"

As your breathing quickened slightly Cal seemed satisfied with his inspection and they continued on their way with BD1 in the lead. You were still a little distracted by all your intoxicating and somewhat lewd thoughts about your friend that you didn't realize he was walking away so you shook your head and trotted after him.

The second time Cal gave you butterflies in your stomach (without him even knowing) was in Kashyyyk. A holocron had guided us there for the same reason, to find information about the Zaffo. Already on the ship we were preparing to land, Cal put on some of his ponchos because that day was cooler, you didn't want to be a weirdo who spies on people but you couldn't help but look askance when he put on his poncho in front of you. It looked so cute on him. They jumped off the Mantis that had already boarded and landed on the ground. It was a quite jungle place full of bushes and wild plants. You headed again to a kind of cave but this time illuminated because it had no roof, Cal and BD1 never left your side. You could see that there was a giant spider web on the ground, how disgusting.

"Be careful, there may be giant spiders here." Cal said, pointing to the spider web that you had seen and a look of concern tried to appear on your face but you suppressed it.

Another time you had to climb a wall, by this time you had already practiced jumping and climbing so you could handle this. When they reached the top they saw a kind of machine that Cal touched with his hand and a long rope was deployed above you, a zip line.

"BD1 would you do the honors?"

Cal looked at the droid that was on the ground, when it did a small cartwheel and then jumped on the redhead, Cal laughed amused.

"Wait, wait, do the honors for what?" You asked suspiciously and confused.

"Oh right, I hadn't told you. We will cross to the other side with the help of BD1"

The freckled redhead pointed to his little droid friend and he jumped up to grab the cable. BD1 beeped letting them know it was ready and waiting for them to grab onto it. You stepped back, if there was something that scared you more than the darkness it was heights, you had a lot of vertigo. Cal turned to look at you and saw you so serious and scared that he approached you worriedly to take your hand. And there the butterflies began to flutter in your stomach. He guided you towards the zip line slowly with tenderness, love and patience as if you were a child.

"Come, hold on to me." Cal raised your arms to put them behind his shoulders. My God, you felt like you were going to faint. You shyly wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his strong arm around your waist, pressing you closer to him, you gasped in surprise.

"I'm sorry". He said modestly

"No!, I mean, It-It's ok"

Your head was on the opposite side of his, looking back and although you couldn't see his face you felt him smile in amusement.

"Alright, are you ready?"

Resting your head in the crook of his neck you nodded wordlessly. He affirmed his grip and when he told BD1 that they were ready you closed your eyes squeezing them. BD1 moved quickly and soon you felt that your feet were no longer touching the ground, you screamed scared but you knew that nothing would happen to you having Cal by your side. You opened your eyes a little and adrenaline invaded you, your hair was shaking from the speed and your breathing was short, you felt a rollercoaster in your stomach. When they reached the other side you felt a little dizzy as you got out of Cal's arms, you staggered a little still in shock and he quickly grabbed you by the shoulders.

"all in order?"

Cal looked at you attentively looking for any sign of discomfort but you were smiling almost laughing, the zip line ride had been more exciting than you thought and soon fear gave way to excitement. You looked at him and nodded, your hair was messy. He laughed and gently smoothed your rebellious locks that were sticking to your face, gently brushing them aside. The soft touch of his fingertips on your face and forehead sent an electric current again, this time throughout your spine. And damn, he didn't even know it and maybe he never will.

And here you were now, sitting at the desk in your room with BD1 staring at you sitting on the table to one side and with an old paper like a papyrus and a pencil in your hand and your mind blank. You sighed frustrated, you thought it was time to confess to Cal but you weren't good at talking, expressing your feelings. When you wanted to speak to him you couldn't find the right words. But you were better at writing than talking, a love letter would be an easier way to put your feelings in order without the pressure of seeing Cal face to face. Or so you thought. You still didn't know how to start the letter.

Dearest Cal

You huffed in annoyance, it was too formal. After all, he was your friend, not a stranger. You tapped the tip of your pencil against your head, thinking of new ideas. BD1 next to you had no idea what you were doing, you certainly didn't understand his language but it wasn't difficult to figure out what he was saying since the white droid looked with his head tilted at the paper and then looked at you.

"I'm writing a letter to Cal." BD1 looked at you as if waiting for an explanation.

"Yes, to Cal. A...love letter". The little droid jumped excitedly, you laughed.

"It's been a while since I had to confess my feelings to him but I didn't feel up to it, so I thought a letter would be easier. But don't tell him anything, promise."

BD1 nodded his head standing firm which made you smile tenderly. You closed your eyes and exhaled air through your mouth. You decided you wouldn't think so much and just let the pencil guide your hand. After letting your emotions and thoughts flow, the letter looked more or less like this

Cal I hope this letter reaches you on time and is not too late. I can no longer hide what I feel for you, I think I like you. And not as a friend, I really like you. I don't intend for you to feel the same way about me, I just wanted to let out what I feel and clear my mind and heart. Your always friend, Y/N

You put your pencil down shakily as you folded the paper into four. With your heart pounding in your chest like a drum, you could only hope that Cal wouldn't take it the wrong way, and even better, if he also felt the same as you. Suddenly you heard footsteps behind you and your friend's voice calling for his company droid. Pale, you quickly and clumsily shoved the paper into your pocket just before Cal entered your room.

"Hey here you are, I looked for you all over the ship!". He came up behind you as you turned around in your seat with a forced smile, dying of nerves inside. On the other hand the droid gave a happy beep. Cal noticed you and added, smiling.

"And it's good to see you too, we'll wait for you for dinner"

You responded that you would be there with an awkward laugh. Cal walked away from your room and you breathed a sigh of relief again, BD1 was still attentive to you.

"Here, take this to Cal, leave it in his room where he can see it please. I'm counting on you."

You handed him the folded letter and as if he were an agent on a special mission, the little robot ran towards the freckled man's room without being seen. You stood up laughing but then the smile faded from your face. What if Cal didn't feel the same way? You tried to push away those harmful thoughts. You took a deep breath to calm yourself and bravely left your room. And may the force be with you

The dinner was exquisite, the atmosphere was warm and familiar. It really felt like a united family. Cal couldn't stop making jokes and you laughed at everything he said or did with dreamy eyes. This did not escape Cere's attention, of course. After dinner you offered to wash the dishes with her.

"It seems like you and Cal get along well." She said casually

You stood looking at her confused with a plate in her hand and the sponge in the other dripping soapy water.

"Cal gets along with everyone, he's like that.". You said downplaying it

"Yes, but I could notice that he spends more time with you or looks at you in a peculiar way. Mmh, I wonder why that is?"

"What? Seriously?"

You couldn't help the astonishment that formed all over your face and voice. Cere had made you fall into her trap.

"Ah, I knew it! You like him, kid!"

"Whaaat? Me? pftt, I don't think so"

You cleared your throat and forced a strangely high-pitched voice that wanted to sound disinterested. But Cere wasn't stupid and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"I meant it. I've seen how Cal gets closer to you than the rest. Talk to him, I think the feeling could be mutual"

This fanned the flame of hope within your heart. You thanked him and went outside to practice with your cane. Cal was already in his room. You remembered the letter. You trembled nervously and ran out of the ship.

The sky was a beautiful twilight orange color. The afternoon breeze made your hair wave. You firmly gripped your staff and began to swing it in your hand, attacking and blocking an invisible opponent. Meanwhile Cal was sitting on his bed thinking about resting for a while when he saw a paper on his nightstand. He took it and unfolded it, when he began to read his heart began to accelerate. He quickly searched the entire ship looking for you, seeing you practicing outside he decided to approach. You were trying to spin your cane in front of you and wave it at the sides of your body but you were hitting yourself or dropping the cane.

"You're doing it wrong"

His deep voice behind you made you jump and throw the cane onto the grass. Laughing, he approached you and with the Force he attracted the cane that you dropped to his hand. He always boasted about his gift. Cal stood behind you, pressing his body against your back. Your breath hitched for a moment. He placed the cane in your hands, taking you by the elbow and guiding your arms forward. His head was close to your neck and tilted forward a little so he could see your hands. His chest pressed against your back made your ears turn red.

"Hold the cane firmly and do it like this"

His breath tickled your neck and shoulder and made you feel electricity. Cal guided your hands by placing his on top of yours. His hands larger than yours maintained firm but gentle contact and together they moved as if they were a single wave, as if they were practicing a dance learned by heart. When you were finally able to do the maneuver you wanted to do with your cane, he congratulated you without leaving you and you turned your head to look at him happily. When you turned to look ahead he took advantage of this and got closer to your ear.

"I already read your letter"

His whispered voice near your ear made your mind go blank and you worriedly bit your bottom lip hard. You turned to face him with your eyes lowered.

"Yeah about that, I-"

Cal grabbed your cheek forcing you to look at him, you could feel your cheeks burning as you opened your eyes enormously.

"Shh, You don't have to say anything. Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I was afraid, afraid that it wouldn't be reciprocated. You are the sweetest being in the galaxy and when I'm with you I feel complete and I didn't want to-"

You started talking so fast and you were getting so nervous that Cal closed the distance by grabbing your cheeks with both hands and crashing his lips against yours. It was a tender kiss, his shy lips barely touched yours for fear that you would reject him. He broke the kiss, looking at you expectantly.

"Don't stop." You exalted with drunken love eyes and his lips

Cal placed his hands on your hips and you moved your hands up to the collar of his shirt, deepening the kiss. Now his mouth covered much of yours with more confidence, but it was still delicate like everything about him. From the ship Cere looked mischievously from the window

• • • • • • •

[mikkalia]

help, im obsessed with the idea that Cal soaks up languages and skills like a sponge because of his psychometry and after a particularly long or in-depth (or traumatizing) echo, he has a hard time switching back to Basic and just keeps talking in whatever language the echo was in.

Just imagine baby face padawan Cal coming back to the Albedo Brave speaking an entirely new language and the entire company is just "oh no what the fuck do we do" because they can't understand him and he's having a hard time understanding them and it takes two full standard days before he finally starts slipping Basic back into his vocabulary and fully understands them, and then another day before he's back to Basic completely.

But he holds onto that language. Maybe not all of it, but a good portion of it. And he's just a bottomless well of slang and phrases of different languages, and he sounds like he grew up learning whatever it is.

[annakin-kestis]

may the fourth be with you 💫

(this will always be my favorite game)

[tremendouskoalachild]

whyyyy don't we know the heights of Merrin and Trilla! they're in reference books and art books and there's video game models of them so why can't we know 😭😭

wookieepedia is usually on top of these things so i have to assume that information is not reported anywhere

[itsmewillful]

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You each were stripped down to your undergarments, standing at the edge of a small lake on the densely wooded planet of Kashyyyk. A pit stop on your trek across the galaxy to save the next generation of Jedi, but there were some personal obstacles in your way, like your fear of water and inability to swim. “Hey, I’m right here with you.” Cal said, holding your arm as your feet touched the cool water, a nice feeling with the humid air starting to overtake your senses. “Keep walking, you’re gonna be fine.”

“I know, Cal, I’ve had a bath before. We’re barely a foot in.” You snapped due to the stress of facing a fear. “Sorry, this is just a lot.” You sighed and closed your eyes, letting him lead you deeper into the lake. He chuckled and squeezed your arm.

“You’re doing fine.” He assured just before he suddenly swept you off of your feet and carried you bridal-style into the water. “Don’t freak, I’m not gonna do anything crazy.”

“Okay?! What are you doing, then?” You nervously raised your voice. Cal took you deeper into the water until your body was submerged, but his arms were still tightly wrapped under your knees and back, meanwhile you gripped tightly to his upper body.

“Just holding you for now. Just get used to it a minute, I’ve got you. You’re fine.” Cal explained to you calmly, slowly turning you back and forth and letting you get a nice feel of your surroundings while he did all the heavy work. “You doing okay?”

“Not too bad.” You responded, looking towards his eyes and smiling before gently leaning your head on his shoulder. “Carry me a little while longer. I’m starting to feel better.”

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[stealingpotatoes]

Was thinking... The first time Cal brought Merrin to meet everyone, and the first time Ezra brought Sabine, how did things go down?

Cause I'm kinda imagining Ezra being intimidated by Merrin (I mean, he's never really had a good interaction with her kind to my knowledge) and Cal being super chill about her, and the other way around, with Cal being intimidated by Sabine and Ezra just like, "No, she's cool" 🤣

And Merrin and Sabine are just somewhere discussing what selfless idiots their Jedi are!

Also: 🥔

merrin nation is gathering in the askbox today huh!!! i reckon everyone'd be super chill w Sabine, she's very easy to get along w. MERRIN HOWEVER probably has Ahsoka a little hesitant given the whole "ancient enemy" thing but she gets over it very quick. Luke is too busy pretending to know what a Nightsister is (he's soooo knowledgable in the force) to be scared. Ezra actively assumes Merrin is going to steal his blood, which is not helped by the fact Merrin can smell fear and enjoys pranking people (see: her jfo greez interactions and all her interactions w bode). he is shitting himself

[frunbuns]

Greez really is so father in Survivor. "You look terrible", "That's enough!", the way he kept Cal's old stuff and Cere's hallikset, telling Cal to get some sleep at the start of the game, offers to make food he knows Merrin likes, tries to give Cal words of wisdom etc etc

The way he had that dialogue about settling down in jfo and now he has a family. Maybe not the one he imagined, and they might have been apart for a while, but a family nonetheless.

[stardustandash]

Feb Prompts!

JFO is my fave... kinda intrigued by either Hivemind/Demonic Possession/Magic Exhaustion as they feel like they could be cool Merrin prompts. Weird Force stuff ahoy!

Or anyone on the mantis crew or for Day 5: Not Trusting Reality

Whichever sparks the imagination

Oooh so many options!! I went with Magic Exhaustion for Merrin, as it was the first one to sink its teeth in to my brain.

to survive, to fight

Febuwhump Day 10: Magic Exhaustion

Fandom: JFO Words: 1117

Yet as the fight wears on it gets harder and harder for Merrin to summon enough magick to rip open the gaps she needs to cut across the battlefield. She feels drained, and not just in the heaviness of her weary limbs. Something inside her is slowing down, straining with effort she has not felt since she was a child learning from her Mother. While Cere searches for a Jedi relic, Merrin must hold off wave after wave of Stormtroopers.

Ao3 Link

Where in the galaxy does the Empire even manage to find so many soldiers. Merrin has asked herself this question before, and yet it floats across her mind now as relevant as ever. This fight is endless. While most fights are over in a matter of seconds, if not a couple minutes, Merrin knows she’s been in it for at least fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, all because of the Empire’s seemingly endless supply of white-armoured soldiers. No matter what she does to try and finish the fight, it seems there is always another soldier to stand where one fell.

Cere would tell her to be smart, to run and plan a better strategy, but Cere isn’t here right now. She’s deep in a temple trying to recover Jedi knowledge. Merrin would give anything to find more memories of the Nightsisters, so she will give Cere all the time she can to find what she is looking for.

The only way to survive, to fight, in this kind of battle is with her ability to rip open the fabric of the universe and slide between it to teleport behind enemies and slide her dagger in the soft gaps between the white shell of their armour. Yet as the fight wears on it gets harder and harder for Merrin to summon enough magick to rip open the gaps she needs to cut across the battlefield. She feels drained, and not just in the heaviness of her weary limbs. Something inside her is slowing down, straining with effort she has not felt since she was a child learning from her Mother. Still she claws at it, tearing it open so she can appear behind a trooper taking aim with a blaster as big as her arm and drive her dagger into the small gap between helmet and chestplate. There’s a soft gurgle and warm blood against her hand, but Merrin pays it little mind as she sights her next target. When she appears again there is a spray of bullets in the space she was just occupying. It is a reminder that to stop means death, and that she must keep moving, no matter how hard it may get to do so.

A trooper yells something at the others, its muffled beneath his helmet but the others seem to understand as their strategy shifts. Before they had been fighting as individuals facing a moving target. Easy to pick off as long as Merrin stayed moving, and easy to trick into taking out each other. Now they form up, closing ranks in small groups to keep eyes out all around. Merrin grits her teeth and growls. She hates when the Empire starts getting smart. She wishes her magick could take care of them with a snap of her fingers, like a Nightsister from her earliest bedtime stories, but either that power is imaginary or lost forever. All she can do is slide between the gaps in the universe and kill as she can.

It’s harder now with the soldiers acting as one unit instead of individually. A blaster bolt grazes her arm as she comes out a few steps short of where she intended and stumbles over a body. She completes her kill and teleports away for distance. The body she stumbled over stays in her mind. The small battlefield is littered with the bodies of the soldiers she’s killed. She knows the magick to bring those bodies to life, fuelled by her will.

Merrin breathes deep. She is exhausted. She will run out of energy to fight long before the Empire runs out of soldiers. Cere is counting on her to keep them at bay, so she will do what she must.

“Sisters, Mother, lend me your strength,” she whispers beneath the sound of blasters.

Merrin reaches out with her magick for her family. It is harder here, on this unknown planet so far from Dathomir and the power it holds, but she can feel it there, thrumming faintly at the edge of her consciousness. She reaches out for it, grasping the power and channeling it towards the bodies littering the battlefield. It drains her. She can feel the magick flowing out from her bones and leaving her weak, but she must do this. Slowly the troopers move with their false life. Their limbs jerk and twitch with uncoordinated steps, but they are up, and many still have blasters available to them. Merrin is lit with the green fire of her magick and it glows faintly around each of the troopers as well.

The living scream as the dead men approach. Merrin feels no pity for their terror as they scream and cry and try to run. Under her control the dead make sure those still living join their ranks. With every heartbeat the magick pulls more from her, but Merrin cannot stop until none of the troopers live. For Cere, and for whoever these men might go after next. She holds on even as her body gives way to the exhaustion pulling her down. Her knees fold without her permission and she hits the ground hard, landing on both hands to keep herself from ending up on her face. Yet she holds on to the magick and refuses to tear her eyes away from the battle.

It takes a long time, almost too long, but at last the final trooper dies at the hands of his brethren and falls unmoving into the dust. Merrin breathes a sigh of relief and lets go of the magick piloting the dead men. It’s hard to let go, but she severs every connection, feeling the lack of magick keenly. When the last one fades away and the armoured bodies all lie still once more, Merrin slumps down, only just catching herself before she slides right down into the dirt herself. Never before has she felt so utterly spent. There’s a yawning pit inside her where she used to feel her magick safely nestled and ready to obey her call. Now she cannot feel it.

Sleep pulls at Merrin, tugging at her eyelids and making her limbs heavy. She should be going to find Cere and helping her with the Jedi relic, but she cannot bring herself to move. Instead she summons the energy to find her comm and pull it out. Speaking feels like far too much effort at this point so she simply taps in Cere’s code and sends it a ping. Hopefully she won’t panic when she gets it, but Merrin would rather Cere find her than another Imperial patrol. Against her will her eyes slide closed and her body pitches forward. Darkness takes her before she even hits the ground.

[sauntering-down]

no but this is legitimately so much better??

catch me in the club just constantly pretending the Mantis has more kitchen storage than it does

[cannedviennasnausage]

Idk why this is a thing that I do whenever I get attached to a new blorbo but my immediate line of thought after playing jfo and js was imagining what kind of online creators/youtubers the mantis crew would be