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randomfandomblabdom · 10 months

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Fallen Order & Survivor Musical Themes

Has anyone done this yet? Here is a comprehensive list of all of the character themes/motifs found in the Jedi: Fallen Order and Survivor video games for anyone interested. I tried to give several examples of each and also included some of my own thoughts. You can listen to many or as few links as you want. If I missed anything please feel free to add on or let me know.

FALLEN ORDER CAL KESTIS - I'm giving Cal two separate sections because I'm pretty positive he now has two separate themes and in attempts to make it less confusing, I've decided to very creatively refer to them as Fallen Order Cal and Survivor Cal. I'm a genius, I know. Fallen Order Cal is consistently heard all over both games. It's his primary theme. It feels young and heroic and wide-eyed... Remember feeling like nothing could touch you when you were young? That's the sort of feeling I get from Fallen Order Cal. It's not happy per se but it's hope and optimism sprinkled with naive youthfulness and an undertone of solemnity. He's been through some serious shit but he's a kid, he's young. The grief and trauma are there for sure but they haven't encompassed him completely. There's still some hope behind those eyes, there's a healing journey to go on, and there's a chance to take on this Empire. It's only until Survivor that the theme starts feeling a little more grounded just like the transition from childhood to adulthood. Fallen Order Cal in Survivor feels a bit less magical, that youthful spirit has diminished, that hope has dwindled.

CAL KESTIS

THE PATH OF THE THREE SAGES

PEACEKEEPERS

A FRONTIER WELCOME

ABOVE THE CLOUDS

A STEP TOO FAR

SURVIVOR CAL KESTIS - So, I originally thought this was a minor key variation of a section of Cal's theme but I've since realized that it technically is a completely separate theme. That being said, thanks to @foxykatie425 in this insanely detailed reply to my frustrations regarding this theme that put what I was hearing into musical terms way out of my element in terms of explaining, I've realized that I may have been somewhat correct. I don't know if the two themes are actually connected, that would be a question for the composers but at the very least, it's definitely a secondary darker theme for Cal as it only ever plays in reference to him and I'd wager a guess that it's the main theme of Survivor as a whole. Compared to Fallen Order Cal, Survivor Cal feels drained, heavy, tired, burdened, and above all else, dark and foreboding. There is a genuine weight to this theme that just feels sinister. There is a hint of Fallen Order Cal there but as that post says, it almost feels like it's on the verge of falling apart. He's not the same man he was five years ago and the fact that this theme is the first thing you hear music-wise in the game and accompanies your very first view of him is an incredible way of subconsciously telling that to your audience right off the bat.

DARK TIMES

ABOVE THE CLOUDS - note: this theme and Fallen Order Cal switch back and forth constantly in this track and I find that so interesting.

NOVA GARON

NIGHTSISTER MERRIN - Merrin's theme is interesting to me because it doesn't sound anything like the type of music you might use to accompany a witch or magic user. It's not necessarily fantastical or whimsical or anything of the sort. In fact, it sounds more like something you might use for a superhero. It's a little bit timid or unsure or even afraid in Fallen Order but god damn has it built in confidence and strength once Survivor rolls around. The only time you hear that sort of timidness to it again is during the first kiss on Jedha which has such interesting implications for her being a nervous wreck in that moment. I also adore how it sounds as an action cue which you hear several times throughout Survivor. It sounds like it comes straight from the best MCU movies and yes, I do mean that as a compliment.

TO DATHOMIR

PEACEKEEPERS

MERRIN

THE WILL OF THE FORCE

TRIDENT

FLIGHT

CAL & MERRIN'S LOVE THEME - Look, I genuinely did not think they would actually go through with making Cal and Merrin canon, I honestly thought they'd chicken-shit out and I was certainly not expecting them to get any sort of love theme if they did but here we are... and we somehow got both. Cal and Merrin are canon and they got a love theme. Holy fucking shit. It just has all that warmth and sweetness of a friend-to-lovers romance too.

FIELDS OF DUSK - ORCHESTRAL VERSION

CAMPFIRE

A STEP TOO FAR

THE ABYSS

BD-1 - I said in my post regarding my thoughts on the Survivor score that these two video game scores are quite possibly the closest we've ever gotten to a John Williams sound from a composer(s) who is in fact, not John Williams. Not that every piece of Star Wars music has to sound like the big man himself, part of the reason The Mandalorian theme was so positively received was that it was such a different sound for Star Wars but I stand by what I said: this is the closest a composer has gotten to a John Williams sound and they have clearly done their research. Some people might not know this but R2 and 3PO have a very small motif heard throughout the films. It's not played very often and is sometimes not very noticeable but it's there and BD-1's motif is not only similar but definitely sounds like it exists within the same universe. I also love that droids are so often musically presented as very childlike, innocent, and mischievous. BD in particular has a very playful energy.

BD-1 AND THE BOGLINGS

MERRIN

THE WILL OF THE FORCE

TRILLA SUNDURI/SECOND SISTER - Trilla's theme legitimately activates my fight or flight response and when I say that, I mean mostly my flight response cause you won't find me messing with this shit. It's very much in lieu of the famous Psycho violins which were written to heighten your senses by emulating screams. I wish we got more of it cause it's intimidating as fuck and a piece of dark side art.

FIGHT AND FLIGHT

TRILLA

THE WILL OF THE FORCE

CERE JUNDA - Don't hate me but I haven't quite fallen in love with Cere's theme yet. That's not to say it's bad by any means, it's absolutely beautiful. It has such a deep melancholy vibe to it, like an inescapable sadness. It almost has a feeling of failure to me weirdly enough.

THE PATH OF THE THREE SAGES

DESERT RUINS

SIEGE

THE VISITOR

ENO CORDOVA - I've mentioned this before but again, for people who might not know: the music that is widely considered to be the main theme of Fallen Order - so much so it was primarily used during the recap at the beginning of Survivor - is Cordova's theme. It's such an interesting artistic choice because I think many people would've made it either Cal's theme or given the entire game its own theme in general. I listen to this one a lot honestly. It's so calming and safe feeling.

THE PATH OF THE THREE SAGES

FAILURE IS NOT THE END

ENO CORDOVA'S THEME

THE NARKIS ANCHORITES

BODE AKUNA - Yes, Bode does have a theme and you know what? It slaps. I really like it. It's very adventurous and feels quite friendly which is ironic as hell. It does get some heart-wrenching renditions nearer to the end of the game. It's the music that swells when he force-pushes Cal and everyone collectively shits themselves. Oh, it also has some dark renditions as well.

ABOVE THE CLOUDS

A STEP TOO FAR

BROTHERS

THROUGH DARKNESS

RAYVIS - As far as I can tell, Rayvis does not have a set theme but he is usually accompanied by high-playing strings and his boss fight music is the best example of that. I actually don't think a lot of Rayvis moments ended up on the score soundtrack which... how dare they.

WARRIORS CODE

DAGAN GERA - I thought Dagan didn't have a theme for the longest time but it turns out he actually does have a tiny motif that I do wish had been more thoroughly realized in the score because it's so menacing and I absolutely love it. It's most prominently heard during his last confrontation with Cal. He is also usually accompanied by low-playing horns. Not always but usually.

RELEASE ME

TO THE RESCUE

GRAND OCULUS

KATA AKUNA - I'm going to rant about this one for a second, okay? I have spent the last few weeks wondering what the hell the melody that plays throughout the track Through Darkness is. I was sitting here plucking out melodies on a piano app (cause I don't own a keyboard) and was like, "Okay, it's not Cal's theme, it's not Bode's theme, it's not Merrin's theme... what the hell is that series of notes??" Yes, I'm aware that not every note has to mean something but these just felt like they did. It's played at such an emotional point in the game and for two scores that already work heavily around themes and motifs and musical ideas, it didn't make sense to me that this little series of notes would mean nothing, especially at such a poignant moment. Funnily enough, it only just occurred to me while making this post that it's fucking Kata's theme. At least I think it is. Well, motif. It's not a fully developed theme but it definitely has the makings of one. That's not even me making a wild guess either, these notes appear in other places in the story that feature Kata.

NOVA GARON

THE ABYSS

THROUGH DARKNESS

GHOST STAR - I'm adding this for fun because I think it's gorgeous and I love it but it leads me to ask: why has there been no official release of Ghost Star? With or without vocals? This is a genuine question. It does not appear on the Cantina album nor is there even a snippet of its melody on the score album. It makes me wonder if the song was maybe added later into production? Trust me, I love the orchestral cover that has been going around and people are obviously seeking it out cause the track has gained thousands of streams in the months since the game was released. It was at 10k the last time I looked on Spotify and it's currently at 24k as of writing this. I'm just genuinely surprised EA/Respawn or hell, even Lucasfilm hasn't capitalized off that.

GHOST STAR

GHOST STAR W/ VOCALS

Thank you most sincerely if you made it all the way here :)

I liked this. I should do this for more scores lol.

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persephinae · 1 year

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i'm watching a video going over the story of Jedi Survivor, trying to see if there's anything i missed while playing, and like say what you will about the game, but the acting is really good

when Merrin cried out to Cal, begging him to step back from the path to the dark side, loudly pleading with him as she desperately tries to reach him, "I know you are in pain, but this is not you! The Empire has taken enough from us. I can't lose you too."

the sincerity of his look when he gazed back at her, remembering himself and his feelings for her, replying back in a voice quietly pleading back in his own vow, "You won't."

that was good shit ok

#star wars #jedi survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #merrical #calmerrin #cal x merrin

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geekywritings · 11 months

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Lipstick marks

I did get one request done these days! As I said, I will try to get to the others at one point, but if I don’t get to your request, I am sorry! Sometimes, it’s hard to find a muse for certain scenarios...

The request for this one: “Hii ♥️ Another cute blurb about our favorite redhead Jedi would be the cute Mantis crew tease about him having reader's smudged red lipstick on his face and neck! Would love to read that, thank you in advance :) “

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You were supposed to be his secret. Not because Cal was ashamed of your relationship, but because he wanted to keep you safe. Not even the Mantis crew knew where he headed whenever they stopped on Koboh. They probably thought he was doing some patrol run or looking for a new sort of trouble again. Instead, he went to find you on your little farm on the very outskirts of the ever-growing little town.

Just like this time.

The moment the ship had landed, Cal was out and heading to your place rather than the Saloon. His last visit had simply been too long ago and he yearned to hold you in his arms again. To hear you whisper his name full of love and to fall asleep by your side.

“Cal?”, Bode called after him, but all the redhead did was wave, as he sprinted off.

He found you outside, bandaging the injured paw of a little Bogling and for a moment the Jedi slowed down to take in the scene. You were as gentle with the creatures in your little clinic at the farm as you were with everyone else. It was one of the many reasons why he fell in love with you.

“There, soon you’ll be running around again.”

Now he could hear your voice, gently speaking to the ball of fluff in your lap and his heart soared. It really had been too long.

The Bogling noticed him first and made a squeaky noise, trying to get away. You let him go and looked up, seeing Cal approaching with a smile.

“Cal!”, you exclaimed, running toward him and practically jumping into his arms. He welcomed you with a laugh, holding you close and just taking in the moment.

“I missed you.”, you said after a few seconds.

“I missed you more.” The standard reply every time, but you smiled regardless.

“Have you been well?”, he asked, putting you back down, but still keeping you close.

“Better than you, I assume. You look tired.”

He absolutely was, but tried to hide it behind a sheepish grin. “The last missions got a bit intense, yeah.”

You invited him inside to take a shower while you prepped a meal, which you could enjoy together. For Cal, this was true bliss. A home, he never expected to have again after the fall of the Order. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to stay either. The fight still called to him and you respected his choice.

Still, after being apart for a couple of months, you hoped that he would stay a little longer this time. Unfortunately, he could not and your last day together dawned sooner than you liked.

“Stay.”, you tried to coax him, your naked body on top of his in your bed, as you pressed soft kisses to his cheek and neck.

In moments like these, he wished he could stay forever. But the danger of the Empire showing up and taking everything from him again was just too real to ignore.

“I’ll come back soon.”, he promised, a hand gently brushing through your hair.

“You said that last time as well.”, you pouted.

“I promise, Y/N.”

Slowly you sat up, watching from the bed as he got up to get dressed. You joined him in the end, closing the vest for him and pressing another kiss to his cheek. “Be careful and come back to me.”

“I always will.”, he vowed and gave you one last kiss before returning to the Mantis where Bode and Merrin were already waiting for him, busy talking to Greez.

“Ah, there he is. We thought you got lost somewhere.”, Bode greeted him.

“Not on this planet.”, the Jedi retorted smugly, but the smile disappeared when his comrades’ faces changed. “What?”, he asked.

Bode was grinning now, while Merrin held back a chuckle, shaking her head.

“Nice new look, Cal. I gotta say, the little pink on your cheeks and neck really brings out your eyes.”, Greez teased with a laugh.

Confused, the Jedi’s hand went to rub at his cheek, before looking at his fingers. Remnants of your lipstick… Dammit.

“What’s her name?”, Merrin asked directly.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He knew he couldn’t get out of it now, but he still tried, as he rubbed the proof of your night together off his skin, even though he would have preferred not to.

“The pretty vet on the outskirts of town. We saw you together, dumbass.”, the nightsister clarified.

“You knew?”

“I also like to explore. And I have two working eyes.”

Of course. While Bode tended to happily spend his time in the Mantis or in Pyloon’s Saloon, Merrin was bound to grow curious about the area. And your farm wasn’t exactly hidden.

“We are happy for you, kid. But next time, bring her over for proper introductions.”, Greez spoke, making Cal nervously rub his neck to fight the blush creeping over his face.

“Will do, Greez.”, he promised. Surely presenting you to his closest allies would be alright. They might tease and joke, but they would welcome you with open arms, he was sure.

“While I’m gone, watch out for her for me, ok?”

The Latero nodded. “Of course, Cal. But maybe you should consider settling down now… You could have a normal life, kid. A home. A family.”

“He’s right. This could be your chance to find peace.”, Bode chimed in.

Instantly Cal remembered your body on his and your plea for him to stay. But something inside of him wasn’t quite ready yet. If there was still a chance to destroy the Empire, he needed to try.

“I’ll think about it.”, he said instead, heading toward the Mantis. “Now come on, the quicker we get this mission done, the quicker we can come back.”

#cal kestis #cal kestis x yn #cal kestis x you #cal kestis x reader #jedi survivor

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goosewriting · 7 months

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Wherever you go, I go - part 3

summary: after finally getting the Astrium, it’s time to retrieve the holocron on Bogano. things don’t go as planned.

relationship: Cal Kestis x GN reader

warnings: mentions of blood, reader gets a beating (i’m sorry), fluff

word count: 4.1k

A/N: with his one i wanted to try challenging myself to more action scenes i think,, i started it so long ago lmao anyways i’m happy with how it turned out :D enjoy the final part to this series~

Navigation: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (you're here)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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After landing, the ramp of the Mantis hits the ground with a heavy ‘clunk’. You step out first, hopping down onto the swampy grass and taking in Bogano’s landscape of platforms and meadows. Taking a couple of steps to the side you make place for the rest of the crew to get off the ship as well.

“I’m having a déjà vu,” you say, breathing in the humid air and placing your hands on your hips.

“Well, I’d like to think we’re more prepared than the first time we came here,” Cal replies, coming to stand next to you, taking in the view as well.

“Yeah, at least this time I know about the wall-running ahead of time,” you quip, teasingly jabbing your elbow into this side.

“You really won’t let me live that down, will you?” Cal says with a playful roll of his eyes and huffs a laugh.

“Nope,” you confirm. “Never ever.”

Merrin joins the two of you, looking out at the unfamiliar landscape.

“Not quite like Dathomir, huh?” you ask, turning to face her, and she shakes her head with a smile.

“Is it how you imagined?” Cal asks the Nightsister. “The rest of the galaxy, I mean.”

“It is so vast,” she replies, scanning the horizon one last time before turning to look at the two of you. “I see now my life on Dathomir was… limited.”

“I felt the same way about leaving Bracca,” Cal offers, and he takes a moment to look over to you with a somewhat sad smile before turning back to Merrin. “The world can feel small when you're trapped by the past.”

Merrin slowly nods her head, thinking over his words. Greez and Care call Cal to them, and he excuses himself.

“I think I will like my time aboard the Mantis,” Merrin concludes, shooting you a small smile.

“It’s great to have you on board,” you say, placing your hand on her shoulder to give a reassuring squeeze, then you join the others. You catch the last part of what Cere is telling Cal.

“Just be careful,” she warns, her tone serious, and she points at the redhead and BD. “This might be unlike anything you two have faced before.”

“Thanks,” Cal says and places his arm around your shoulders as you approach. “We're ready. All of us.”

Cere looks the three of you into the eyes sternly for a few moments, then her face relaxes a bit.

“Take care of each other,” is her last instruction.

“Always,” you reply, and she leaves with a short nod.

“So,” you say, clasping your hands together once it’s just the three of you out here and the rest went back inside the ship. You look up at Cal with a slight tilt of your head. “Where to?”

“Your favourite,” he quips, pointing at the structure that can be seen in the distance.

“Great, the vault again,” you remark, starting to walk beside him towards the edge of the platform. “Or more like void. Since, you know, you like to disappear in there.”

Cal merely shakes his head with a chuckle in response. He hops down the edge to the platform below, helping you down, just like the first time you were here. At least this time you actually know the way, so you make the trek to the vault in record time, wall-running and all.

As you’re walking along the narrow part of the slope leading up to the vault, you take in the magnitude of the structure. Just like the first time you saw it, even you could feel something surrounding it, like an air of importance. Next to you, Cal suddenly shudders, and you shoot him a questioning glance.

“I’m… sensing something weird,” he says with furrowed brows, looking to the sides.

“Is it a presence?” you ask, looking over your shoulder to make sure there wasn’t anyone else on the platform. “Did someone follow us?”

“No, no, it’s…” Cal takes a deep breath. “This is gonna sound strange, but I think it’s the Astrium.”

You raise a questioning brow at him.

“The closer we get to the vault, the stronger it feels,” he explains.

“It feels stronger? Like it’s being pulled away or more like it’s going to explode?” you ask with a chuckle, but it dies out quickly, and you look at him more seriously. “It’s not gonna explode, right?”

“No, it isn’t” Cal assures you as he climbs the last bit of the path up to the vault and extends his hand for you to grab. You let him pull you up. “It’s hard to explain.”

“I know,” you say with a smile. “I’m just messing with you.”

You both stand in front of the vault, the gate already open from last time. And it’s just as pitch black in there as it was before. You take a deep breath and turn to face Cal.

“This is it,” you start and take his hands in yours. “Before you go, I just wanted you to know how proud I am of you, of how far you’ve come. Not only have you become stronger in terms of your use of the Force and the skills with your lightsaber, but also in heart and mind.”

Cal gives your hands a squeeze, and his soft smile burns right through all of the doubts you could have had about the mission ahead.

“And most importantly,” you continue. “I am incredibly grateful that I was there with you to witness all of it.”

Cal’s gaze drifts to the side, the tips of his ears burning in adorable pink, and he looks into the narrow entrance to the vault, evidently feeling the pull from the other side. Then he turns back to you with one of his rare, warm smiles.

“Thanks for sticking around this long,” he whispers.

“Oh, you’re not getting rid of me any time soon,” you retort, grabbing onto his poncho to pull him down so you can place a gentle kiss on his cheek. But Cal is quick to turn at the last second, catching your lips with his and getting a proper good luck kiss. He feels like he needs it right now.

You pull away from him with a chuckle, taking a step back to make place.

“You better take care of him down there, BD,” you tell the droid, and he reassuringly beeps. “I’ll be waiting for you right here, okay?”

After shooting one last look in your direction over his shoulder, Cal slips into the darkness and disappears. You stand there for a few seconds, and let out a sigh. Unsure of how long this will take, you decide to at least get somewhat comfortable.

You walk up to the entrance of the vault, standing at the edge and looking out at the horizon. You close your eyes, feeling the gentle breeze of Bogano on your skin, taking in the planet’s sounds: tall grass swaying in the wind, the distant rumble of an oggdo, a waterfall rushing into the emptiness beneath you, and… TIE fighters? You open your eyes and see several troops of Imperial forces navigating over the platforms towards the vault.

Feeling like the breath got suddenly knocked out of your lungs, you step back inside the structure to hide from their view. Hopefully they haven’t seen you yet. But that wouldn't take long. Once they reach the vault, they'll find you. There’s nowhere to hide, no back exit. You quickly grab your commlink from your pocket, trying to contact the Mantis, but as you feared, all communications have been jammed.

You’re on your own.

Moments later, the inevitable happens, and a group of Scout Troopers appears at the vault. They completely overpower you, and you’re essentially defenceless. Even though you know that he probably can’t hear you, you call out for Cal. The leader of the group punches you in the gut, making you double over in pain with a grunt, and two others grab onto your arms on either side of you. They drag you out onto the slope, all the way to the opposite side of the platform the vault sits upon. When Cal gets out of there and looks out, you’d be in the centre of his view.

The Troopers give you a beating, and you’re left on your knees in the mud, cuffed wrists behind your back, and a Purge Trooper harshly holds you by the collar of your shirt, his other hand holding his electrostaff upright next to him. Your head is pounding, and you can feel a couple of droplets of blood fall from your nose to the ground. You watch as the red swirls mix into the mud, ending in an ugly brownish colour. You bitterly smile to yourself at the thought that if you had to describe your current feeling and mood with a colour, that would probably be the one.

A female voice tears you from your thoughts. The hand grabbing your collar pulls you up roughly, and when you manage to focus your eyesight, you’re met with the condescending look of the Second Sister. She gives you a once over with a scoff and the light shake of her head, then turns to the Purge Trooper holding you.

“Wait for the Jedi to come out,” she instructs, pointing at you with her lightsaber, and you can feel the sizzling energy just a couple inches away from your face. “Then kill this one so he can watch.”

“Understood.” The Purge Trooper gives a curt nod with his helmet.

As the Inquisitor makes her way towards the vault, the Trooper grabs the hair at the back of your head, pulling hard to make you look up at him, and you can’t help the pained groan that escapes you.

“You better behave and not do anything stupid,” his voice is menacing despite being modulated through the helmet. He lets his staff crackle with energy to get his point across.

“Got it,” you spit out at him, and he goes back to holding your collar instead of your head.

A few seconds pass, where you try to come up with a plan as soon as possible. Unfortunately, your odds aren’t looking good right now. You’re sure you could take some of these Troopers one on one, but the whole group? You’d get yourself killed in an instant. You close your eyes in resignation, weighing out your options, when you hear steps approaching you. Opening your eyes and giving the best glare you can muster with a beat up face, you look up at the Scout Trooper.

“You look awfully familiar,” he says, taking out a bounty puck from his belt pocket. He activates it and it shows a rotating holo profile of some guy who crossed the Empire at some point. The Trooper swipes over the image, going through several of these profiles, all labelled “WANTED”, followed by the sum of money offered for their capture. With each swipe, the number increases. He quickly zips through various faces until he goes “ah”, and backtracks two, ending up on your profile.

“Well, well, well,” he starts, holding the puck next to your face to compare it to the image. “If it isn’t the thief. I knew I had seen your sorry face before. So this is where you’ve been hiding.”

You look at the rotating profile and scoff, looking up at the Trooper defiantly.

“I’m worth more than that.”

“Not anymore, you’re not,” the Scout Trooper retorts with a dry chuckle, putting the puck back and reaching for his blaster instead. You feel the grip on your collar tighten in anticipation in case you try breaking free of his hold.

“Pathetic thief,” the Purge Trooper now chimes in and he activates his staff, the purple zaps of electricity crackling loudly.

“Not as pathetic as your fellow Troopers that let me rob them blind under their very noses,” you spit with a groan, the pull on your collar starting to choke you. “The Rebellion thanks you for your donation of food and supplies–”

Smack!

A hit right across your face with the Trooper’s blaster. You breathe through gritted teeth, waiting for the pulsing stings of pain on your lip and nose to pass. The Troopers keep calling you names, and now having been fully pushed to the ground, they start giving you another proper beating. You curl in on yourself to the best of your abilities to shield your ribs from their blows, but with your arms tied behind your back that’s proving to be difficult.

You have no idea how the Force works, but you try your best to put the pain aside to focus on channelling something inside you, in an attempt to reach out to the Jedi.

Cal.

The Scout Trooper kicks your side, and you yelp out in pain.

Please, help me.

The Purge Trooper turns you around with the heel of his boot, so that you’re lying on your back and able to look up at them.

I need you.

You blink repeatedly, trying to get the tears and mud out of your eyes. It’s blurry, but you can see the electrostaff going up into the air, charging up, and about to hit you full force. You close your eyes, almost about to accept your fate. That’s when you feel it. Feel him.

In the split second before impact, your eyes shoot open and you roll onto your side, effectively evading the staff, which stabs into the ground right next to you. The Purge Trooper yells out in frustration, but before he can do anything, his companion goes flying against him, the force of impact throwing them both onto the ground in a pile of limbs and grunts.

You sit up and turn around, seeing Cal standing at the entrance of the vault with his arm extended towards you. Either he took care of the Second Sister in there, or you missed her leaving. Either way, you feel relief wash over you. With Cal drawing everyone’s fire towards him, it creates a chance for BD to hurry over to you and open the cuffs.

“Thanks, buddy,” you say and get up to your feet, rubbing over the dark marks on your wrists. “Now go help him!” At your tone, BD trills loudly and scurries away back to Cal.

You hear a “Hey!” from behind you, and you turn around. Both Troopers from earlier are getting up as well, and they look mad. The electrostaff, which is still standing upright from how deep it got impaled into the ground, crackles lightly, and you grin wickedly. Grabbing the staff, you ignore the ache and pulsating pain all over your body and pull with all your might, getting it out of the ground.

You can hear the shouts and weapons of the rest of the squadron by the vault. You don’t need to look to know Cal is kicking their collective butts. So you decide to have a little fun before he reaches you. Taking a deep breath, you correct your grip on the weapon and get into a fighting stance. The Troopers exchange a look and laugh dryly.

“Must have hit them too hard on the head,” the Scout Trooper sneers as he reaches for his blaster.

“You don’t actually think you can beat us, do you?” the Purge Trooper mocks you, letting his guard down ever so slightly at the sight before him.

“Oh, I know I can’t,” you say, relaxing your pose to casually lean onto the staff instead, which confuses the troopers. “But he can.” You point at something behind the two, and as they turn around, they’re met with one big, fat oggdo.

“What the–” The Scout Trooper doesn’t get to finish his sentence as the creature’s tongue darts out at light speed towards him, sticking to the armour and pulling him back to an awaiting mouth full of sharp teeth. The crunching sound it makes and the shriek the man lets out as the beast chomps down on him are more than enough to convince you to turn heel and run.

Just as you had thought judging by the sounds of the lightsaber and dwindling blaster shots, Cal is all about done with the group of Troopers that attacked him, the platform littered with limp bodies in white armour.

“A little help?!” you shout as you run towards him full speed, balancing the staff at your side to the best of your abilities as you aren’t used to the weight. You can see how Cal doesn’t even get to catch his breath, because when he turns to you, his face shifts from relief, to confusion, to surprise and to urgency in a matter of milliseconds.

“Get behind me!” Cal instructs you, using a Force push on the Purge Trooper to send him back a couple steps. Only then do you realise how close he actually was to catching you; oh, you’d get an earful of Cal later for sure about being reckless and impulsive, or something like that. And to be completely honest, right now, that’s something you’d look forward to, because it would mean you both make it out of here alive.

Cal makes quick work of the unarmed Trooper, throwing the body into the oggdo’s face to distract it for a moment. After a couple of calculated jumps around the creature, accompanied by slashes of his lightsaber, both the man and the beast fall dead on the ground. He stands there pointing his weapon at the oggdo for a couple more seconds, just to make sure it’s dead dead. Once he’s sure, his stance falters, and he takes a pained step back, holding his side. Looking around, he concludes that everyone has been taken care of, and he can finally come to you.

You’re sitting on the ground, holding your own ribs, pretty sure that something in there isn’t where it’s supposed to be. Now that the adrenaline is starting to subside, you can feel, well, everything. And the feeling is ‘ouch’.

Cal hastily approaches you, falling to his knees next to you, and he hugs you to him. You groan in pain at the pressure, and he immediately lets go.

“Sorry, I- Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt? Where?” he bombards you with questions. Even BD’s concerned beeps come so quickly one after the other that you can’t make out a single word he’s saying.

“I’ll live,” you groan to shut him up. “More importantly, what happened down there? Did you find the holocron? What happened with the Inquisitor?”

Cal’s face falls, and you kinda regret asking him like that. So he doesn’t have the holocron, you deduce from the way his eyebrows furrow together.

“Cal…” You reach up to cup his face, and he leans into your touch. “Whatever happened down there, we’re still here. We get to fight another day.” You hold his face, making him look at you. “We’ll get it back.”

“But at what cost,” he mumbles, taking in your beaten up form. His hand comes up to wipe away some of the grime and dried blood from your cheek ever so gently.

“Insignificant, given what’s at stake,” you try to reassure him, but your answer doesn’t sit well with him.

“C’mon,” you say, trying to get up to your feet, but you wince in pain, and Cal helps you up. “We have to get back to the Mantis. Comms are down.”

BD beeps concernedly from behind Cal’s back, and you shoot him a weak smile with a thumbs up. Leaning on Cal for support and using the electrostaff as a walking stick of sorts, you take a couple wobbly steps until you find a good rhythm to walk on your own.

The trek back to the Mantis takes longer than it probably should have, not only because of the state you’re both in (mainly you though), but also because all of Bogano seems to have been infested with Imperial forces. Every platform is swarming with Stormtroopers, and it saddens you to no end. A planet that was hidden from the Empire will now probably be exploited by it until there’s only rubble left.

Cal fights off all enemies, clearing the way to the ship and helping you navigate the place. When you finally reach the Mantis, Cal sits you down on the sofa by the small round table, and you throw your new staff on the opposite side. Greez would have been mad because of the dirt and blood you’re bringing in, but when he sees in what shape you are, he shuts right up and tells Merrin to go get some supplies from the first aid kit instead, disappearing in the cockpit after to get the ship into the air. Merrin gets you patched up as well as she can; there’s only so much a pack of bacta patches can do. You should probably be heading to a hospital soon. After she’s done, she joins the captain in the cockpit, and it’s just the three of you left around the table.

All the while, Cal talks to Cere, telling her how he saw what happened between her and Trilla. Only then do you realise that he has an extra lightsaber on him, one with a half-circle shaped handle. You grimace at both the sting of the bacta on your wounded skin, as well as the thought of how harrowing that psychometry touch must have been for Cal.

He apologises to Cere for being arrogant, saying he could never understand what they went through, and that Trilla took the holocron to who knows where. Cere insists that the path Trilla is on is her fault, but Cal counters that such mistakes are in the past and the important part is what we do next.

She knows where Trilla is taking the holocron though, a fortress where they take Jedi to make them Inquisitors. The thought alone of such a place makes you shudder. And Cere doesn’t seem ecstatic to be going back there either, as she barely escaped the place all those years ago.

“You won’t be going alone,” Cal reassures Cere. “You’ll have a friend with you.”

“No,” she says, and you look up at her confused. “I’ll have a Jedi with me.”

Your breath hitches at the realisation of what you’re about to witness, and you sit up a little straighter.

“Kneel”, Cere instructs, and Cal follows.

Igniting Trilla’s lightsaber, which hums in bright red, she hovers the blade over Cal’s shoulder, then the other, and then above his head.

“By the right of the Council, by the will of the Force. Cal Kestis,” she speaks, lowering the lightsaber at her side. “Rise, Jedi Knight.”

Cal stands up to his feet, looking over to you, and you can’t help the stream of tears falling down your cheeks. You’re so glad you didn’t pass out earlier.

“You’re ready,” Cere states with one last nod, then heads to the cockpit to give Greez the needed coordinates.

Cal sits down onto the sofa next to you, and you embrace him in the tightest hug you can do right now. He hugs you right back.

“I’m so proud of you, Cal, I-” your voice cracks as you sob. “These are happy tears, I swear.”

Cal smiles down at you, holding your face and smoothing over your cheekbones with his thumbs. He looks into your eyes for a moment, then leans in to kiss you deeply. It’s one of those kisses where there are so many things to say that words would never suffice to convey the message, so you hope that you can get across all your intentions and hopes and fears this way instead. When he breaks the kiss, he sighs deeply and presses his forehead to yours.

“I heard you,” he whispers. You pull back to give him a confused look. “When you called out to me while I was in the vault. I heard your call.”

“W-Wait, really?” you ask in disbelief. He nods with a smile.

“And you came to me,” you whisper, partially confused by his confession, but also relieved to know it worked.

After a moment, his smile fades and is replaced by a worried expression.

“The place we're going to, what we're about to do,” Cal explains. “It won’t be easy.”

“I know,” you reply, placing a kiss on his jaw, then hugging around his torso and settling into his chest. “But I’ll be here for you every step of the way. I’ve told you before and I’ll say it again: I’ll follow you to the end of the world if you ask me to.”

“Just… maybe sit this one out? Until you’re healed again,” he chuckles, pressing his cheek to the top of your head and hugging you a little closer to him.

“Hmm,” you feign thinking it over. “Yeah, actually. I’ll follow you to the end of the world tomorrow. After a good, long nap.”

“Sounds good to me,” Cal laughs.

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wrencatte · 2 months

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@breakfastteatime said to release the words, and I know how to make her regret encouraging that. here are some words. 736 of them to be exact. And towards the end are some BD-1 related words that will probably get some all caps in my replies. worth it prompt: solitary confinement - fic WIP - prediction: 5k one-shot.

He’s missing for only a few hours before they find him.

Curled up in a tiny ball, legs tucked under his poncho protectively, he almost blends in with the shadows. If it weren’t for the undercurrent of despair in his signature like a homing beacon in the Force, Cere thinks she would’ve missed him completely. It’s a far cry from the laughter that rang over the comms not that long ago – laughter that had cut off abruptly into static and sent them all scrambling.

Cere drops into the little room. Her landing is far too loud is such a tiny space, yet Cal doesn’t react. He doesn’t even twitch. She shines her torch somewhere near his face, whispering his name – and gets nothing. She ducks down to check for consciousness, only for her stomach to sink at the sight of a dull, listless stare.

“Oh, Cal,” she breathes.

She brushes hair from his face, tucking it behind his ears. It’s getting long, she notes. There’s a massive bruise in the middle of his forehead, black-dark and smudged on the edges. His lips are red with blood, speckling his chin. She checks under his poncho for more injuries, using the Force to aid her when her eye fail, and finds nothing life threatening she can sense, so she pinches her torch between her knees and gathers his hands in hers.

They’re cold.

Cere cradles them carefully, inspecting the damage. More blood, caked into his nail beds, glistening on the tips where the skin is rubbed raw. He’s missing nails on his pink and ring fingers. She glances down and finds smears of red – and white scores in the stonework, and a fingernail laying innocently in the dim light cutting through from above. Her heart aches. What happened to you?

She squeezes his hands rhythmically, partly to keep him warm and partly, partly because this is just something they do, when they’re able, when Cal gets caught up in a drawn-out echo. He likes the anchor to the present, he told them. He never feels it when he’s actually in the echo itself, but it’s always the first thing he’s aware of when he comes out of it. It makes him feel safer, knowing he’s not alone.

This doesn’t look like an echo, but even after all these months she’s nowhere near an expert on psychometry.

“Come back, Cal,” she whispers anyway, his hands so cold and his gaze so empty.

He doesn’t respond.

“Cere,” Merrin hisses from above. “The system will auto-boot soon. The droid cannot stop this one.”

“I’ve got him,” she calls back. Merrin says nothing more, but she sees the Nightsister hover at the edge of the ceiling door, peering down at them with barely hidden anxiety.

Cere is gentle as she gathers Cal into her arms, the Force helping her bear the weight. She doesn’t want to let him go, but she pulls her power close and raises him slowly until he’s high enough for Merrin to take. She double checks that nothing was left behind then follows them up with a Force assisted jump.

Merrin cradles Cal in her arms like he’s something precious, her expression pained and horrified. His eyes are still open, thin slivers of dull green between his eyelashes. His head falls over the crook of Merrin’s arm, exposing his throat in a way that makes Cere swallow thickly. Merrin nudges him until his temple is resting on her shoulder instead, curled up smaller than either of them have ever seen.

“What did they do to you?” Merrin asks, voice low and dangerous, the air sparking green around her. “I will kill them.”

Cere lays a hand on her shoulder. “We take care of Cal first,” she says. Merrin glares at her for a long moment before she reluctantly nods then climbs to her feet. “BeeDee! We have him!”

The droid dashes out of the shadows, whirl-clicking quietly, and clambers up Merrin to perch on her shoulder. His optics flash as he tries to start up his scanner, but they’re too damaged. He bwoops almost silently. It sounds wretched through his ruined speakers.

Cere taps his chassis in reassurance before they're off, alarm blaring loudly behind them. It's too late though. They rush into the Mantis just as the guards mobilize, shouts starting up when they find the guards around the cellblock Cal was in already taken care of.

#my writing #cal kestis

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urrone · 3 months

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Just saw your Derry Girls post and I gotta jump in and say how amazing that show is! A total delight! If you can find the Great British Bake Off ep where the cast members baked, I recommend it. Very funny.

I love it so much already! Just had some very unexpected tears at the last episode as the girls are dancing with Orla on stage and Sister Michael HAS AN EXPRESSION and the parents back home find out about the bombing.

I'm definitely gonna go look for the GBBO ep!

#pokedabadgerwithaspoon #(a very original sin)#derry girls #merrin replies

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breakfastteatime · 9 months

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Today's fic is for @wigglewigglewigglenot who requested 'Family'.

Greez hears Cal bound aboard, BD whistling in the way that Greez always translates to ‘honey, I’m home!’ “Cal, BD, good timing. I’m about to start chopping up the veg for tonight’s stir fry. Wash up and –” A foul stench billows over Greez. Dropping his knife, he looks up from the galley table and stares at Cal. “What in all the hells happened to you?”

Cal grins from under a thick, muddy coating. “I threw some stormtroopers around for a while in a swamp.”

“Did you get in the swamp with them?”

“No,” Cal says. BD makes a sound that sounds very disagreeable. Cal stares at his friend. “No, I didn’t. It doesn’t count if a whole bunch of grenades explode after they’ve sunk into the mud and shower you with swamp juice.”

“Whatever, Cal, just get in the shower, burn everything you’re wearing and clean up so you can help out.” Greez glances at BD. “You too, BD.”

BD whistles and takes off. Cal sighs and follows him. A few moments later, Greez hears the ‘fresher door open and close, followed by the sound of the water shower starting up.

Cere emerges from the cockpit next, stretching out her limbs after hours of decrypting Imperial transmissions and tangling them all up so no one could talk to each other. She catches a whiff of ‘Odour of Kestis’ and immediately joins Greez in the galley, seeking out one of their emergency candles. “His sense of smell must be impaired after all that time on Bracca,” she mutters. Once the candle’s lit, she glances at what Greez is doing. “Stir fry? Excellent. Can I do anything?”

“Sure. You can get the hell out of my kitchen before something explodes because it’s in your presence and you scared it.”

“I am not that bad!” Cere protests.

“Hah!” Greez doesn’t trust Cere in a kitchen with something more complicated than a teapot or a caf maker any more than he trusts himself with Cal’s lightsaber. “Just go sit in the lounge and think happy food thoughts.”

“I think I’ll take the time to meditate,” Cere says, heading for her cabin. “I’ll send Merrin.”

By the time Merrin appears, Greez has the vegetables chopped, the pan heated, and everything ready to fry. “You are not adding scazz?” Merrin asks, peering over Greez’s shoulder.

“I know you like it, but scazz doesn’t actually go with everything, Merrin,” Greez says. No, what he needs is a few spices, a little extra soy for the noodles, some ginger to add a kick…

“I want scazz,” Merrin said. “I shall prepare it myself.”

Greez knows he’s not going to win a fight with her. “Fine. There’s some in the fridge. Make sure you use the knife with the red handle, that’s the one that’s sharp enough. You can cook it up yourself.”

“Why? You do it so much better than I do,” Merrin says as she gets the meat, knife and chopping block.

“You’ll never learn if I always do it,” Greez tells her.

Merrin stares at him.

“Fine, fine, I’ll cook it. Make enough for everyone.” Greez says that, knowing full well only Merrin will have any unless Cal’s feeling particularly irritating tonight.

The rhythmic sound of Merrin’s chopping provides the beat for Greez’s whistling. He drops the noodles in a pan while prepping another for Merrin’s meat. She carries it over on the chopping board when she’s done and waits for Greez’s nod to add it to the pan. It crackles and hisses. Merrin closes her eyes and inhales.

“Excellent,” she says. “Remember, I like it rare.”

“It’ll still be bleeding, don’t you worry,” Greez says.

Content, Merrin heads to the lounge. Greez lets her go because he hears Cal and BD returning. Both are clean and fresh, so Greez orders them to set the table. “With your hands, please,” he adds. “The last time you used the Force to do it, I lost a perfectly good set of plates.”

“How is it my fault Merrin distracted me?” Cal shoots a glare in her direction.

“Jedi training is clearly inferior,” she replies without looking up from the datapad she’s looking at. “A Nightsister would not be so distractable.”

“Wanna find out?” Cal fires back.

“Children,” Greez warns.

Cal sighs and wipes down the table while BD nudges placemats around with his head. Happy that Cal isn’t about to push and/or pull anything, Greez begins dishing up. He puts the scazz chunks in a serving bowl so at least the others can pretend like they want some. Cal dutifully puts the bowls out, chuckling to himself when he picks up Cere’s. He does that sometimes, catches onto things no one expected to leave behind. If he’s not sharing, Greez ain’t asking. He's learned to temper that curiosity. Cal is very polite about accidentally learning people’s secrets. Unless it benefits him some way. Or if the secret is so hilarious, he can’t contain himself. Greez may never live down that whole ‘Phixy’s Midnight Runner’s debacle down.

“Merrin, would you tell Cere it’s dinner time?” Greez asks as he shuts off the hobs and grabs the muja juice out of the fridge.

“Of course.” Merrin disappears in a twirl of green magick.

“Show off,” Greez mutters.

BD and Cal take their usual places. Merrin and Cere appear moments later. Greez takes his seat.

“This looks so good,” Cal says. “Thanks, Greez.”

“You’re welcome,” he says. It’s the least he can do, keeping everyone fed. He reaches for his fork. “Enjoy everyone.”

They all dig in, BD-1 watching with the same amount of interest the very first time he was allowed to sit at the table. Greez sits back and watches them all, smiling as they chat and laugh.

Yeah, he’s a lucky guy. Maybe he hasn’t settled down the way his great grandma would’ve wanted, but he’s still got people who matter more than anything, people who need him… He just never expected his best friend and his two kids to all have superpowers, or for a little droid to become an essential presence in his life.

Greez knows a good hand when he’s holding it.

(Pssst – The Phixy’s Midnight Runners minific for those who may have missed it. It’s an oldie but a favourite of mine)

#fic requests 2023 #star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo minific #jfo headcanon #the mantis crew #*found family feels intensify*#cal kestis #bd 1 #greez dritus #cere junda #merrin

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kanerallels · 5 months

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For the Christmas drabble thingy: MERRICAL & MISTLETOE

Since you were the first to send me an ask, you get an early answer! Most of these I'll probably answer during December sometime, depending on how many I get. (also, since I answered it early, you can send another one if you want! I don't have many asks at the moment lol)

Send me a ship and something Christmas-y and I'll write you a ficlet!

“So you really never celebrated Life Day on Dathomir?” Cal asked as he rummaged through a box of decorations.

“No,” Merrin said, eyeing the string of lights she was holding dubiously. “It was not a customary holiday.”

“Well, you’re going to love it,” Cal assured her. “It’s pretty popular in the Core world these days— and judging by the amount of decorations Greez has here, it’s pretty popular with these guys.” Selecting a small bundle of greenery, he frowned at it. “Greez, why do you have mistletoe?”

“It’s tradition, Kestis!” their pilot shouted from the cockpit. “Don’t scoff at tradition. Put it up over the doorway.”

“Okay, but I’m not kissing you.”

As Cal climbed to the top of the step ladder he’d located and began affixing it to the door frame, Merrin strolled over to study the plant. “What is this mistletoe?”

“It’s a plant from some Outer Rim world,” Cal explained, pinning it in place. “The tradition is, if two people end up underneath it together, they have to kiss, or it’s bad luck.”

“A good way to make the holidays awkward,” Cere chimed in from the kitchen, where she was settling mini bouquets of holly here and there with BD-1’s help.

Cal laughed, hopping down from the ladder. “I guess so. How does it look?”

“Good, I think,” Merrin replied from next to him, and Cal glanced at her. She met his gaze, a frown crossing her face. “Are we under the mistletoe?”

Cal’s eyes widened. “Oh. Yeah, I guess we are.”

“Hmm.” Merrin looked thoughtful for a moment, then leaned in and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. “We don’t want bad luck. On Dathomir, such things are to be avoided.”

As she headed to where Cere was watching with amusement, Cal watched her go. “Uh— yeah,” he said. “Seems… like a good move.”

#thanks for the ask!!#christmas ficlets #cal kestis #nightsister merrin #cere junda #greez dritus #bd-1 #jedi fallen order #jfo #greez from the cockpit: YOU'RE WELCOME #merrical #writing stories is a kind of magic too #christmas drabbles

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ghostluvy · 16 days

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Dream boy ⟢ Yandere x Reader (P.3)

Part 1 / Part 2

1.4k words

TW (cannibalism, abuse, weapons) 18+ only

The atmosphere was very off. Nothing was different but everything was out of place.

It was cool. The air was stale and smelled of roses. Your skin pricked with goosebumps. “Where’s Merrin?” You whispered out.

Sliding off the bed and the hardwood floor only added to the chill. As you walked closer and closer to the door to exit the bedroom the rose scent got stronger and stronger. “Hmm” you hummed conflicted.

Something is going to happen and you can feel the eerieness. Merrin is home and he’s done something. You can sense it. Taking a deep breath for courage you open the door and step out and there’s Merrin standing right next to the door leaning on the wall. Staring at you like prey to the predator.

“Merrin, what are you doing?” You ask uneasy.

“I was waiting for you to wake up. Today is a very special day for the both of us.” He said with a smile taking over his face. “It’s our anniversary!” He lets out an excited squeal and lunges for me in a crushing hug.

“Oh love, We are going to become one today and forever!” Merrin takes a sniff of your hair and looks down at you with his freakish grin. “Uh… Merrin what do you mean? We’ve had sex before...” You say skittishly.

“No, no, no, silly actually one you in me and me in you my beautiful.” He strokes your hair and licks his lips.

“Come, I have a lot prepared for today” he pulls you towards the kitchen where the knife set he bought lays out on the table. There are no chairs, only pillows on the floor that is covered in rose petals. You can barely see the white tile floor.

You can feel yourself get more and more unsettled. “I’m going to die aren’t I?” You whimpered out.

“Of course not love you know if you die I die this is just us showing our love and commitment to one another.” He says with a passionate look on his face.

A tear slips out of your eye and down your cheek Merrin wipes it away and pulls you down to one of the pillows.

Then grabs a knife and hands it to you.

“A paring knife” Merrin says smirking “It’s small but good for small things like peeling.” Letting out a little giggle he grabs another knife. “And a boning knife it’s pretty obvious what it’s for.” He lets out a laugh at this ‘joke’.

Holding the knife he handed you, looking at it and back at him. “What is this for” confused why he gave you a knife if he was actually going to hurt you.

“We are going to have each other, that way we’ll be together forever, we will be one!” He shouts out excitedly once more.

“I don’t know what you mean?” You say.

“We are going to eat each other, love” He replies with his sinister smile.

You cry harder, the tears won’t stop falling down your face and your nose gets snotty.

Merrin shushes you and rubs your back giving you light neck kisses.

“Why?” You sob.

“Why not? My dear we love each other. All we’re going to do is cut out a piece of each other and consume it as our ultimate commitment to our relationship.” He says calmly to you.

“Please no” you whine. All Merrin does is wait for you to calm down while grinning ear-to-ear.

It takes nearly twenty minutes for you to calm down and you’re all flushed with tear stained cheeks and a frown that won’t fall off your face.

Yet again Merrin hands the knife back to you and reveals his thigh.

“You can cut from here” he points to his inner thigh. “I’ll let you pick where I cut from, it's only fair” he giggles.

“Merrin we can’t do this, it's not normal. This is not normal, please can we just watch a movie or go for a walk.” You cry out. “please Merrin” you desperately try to change his mind on doing this.

“I know you don’t like it as much as I do, my love is normal and my love for you is so strong we have to do this to be together.” Merrin says, stroking your arm.

All you can do is look at him with tears in your eyes, defeated. You nod and point to your upper arm near the shoulder.

Merrin nods his head understanding and shows you his thigh again. You hold your knife up and move your fingers against it, placing it on his thigh.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You whisper. Merrin replies “You could never hurt me, love.”

He puts his hand on top of yours and puts more pressure on the knife making the contact to his skin deeper.

The small knife digs deeper and deeper into his flesh where a triangle is carved into his skin. It goes further in the squelching and oozing is all you can hear. Your face is buzzing and your hands are numb.

You want to close your eyes badly but that would only make this worse along with the mutilation to his leg.

Time moves slowly but soon enough you have a piece of his thigh in your hand leaking blood covering the pillow, your shirt, and hands.

Merrin shakes a little letting out a small whine. He looks at you in the eyes with a lovesick expression like you just did the deed of a lifetime.

He strokes your chin and gives you a deep and loving kiss on the lips. He gently smiles at you holding out his knife.

It’s long, thin, and sharp. Deadly, it's scary. “Merrin I’m scared” you anxiously say.

“Shhh, you are safe with me beautiful” Merrin shushes you and traces your upper arm with the boning knife. “I’ll be quick I promise” he whispers with that deranged smirk he gets.

Tears continue to slip out of your eyes as you feel the knife dig into your arm. You can feel it move around and the knife goes more into your arm. You feel sick. The pit of your stomach is curling.

You whimper and swallow the bile down. Your nerves are screaming and the warm blood that was once in your body is showering you. Your lower arm and body are drenched in crimson. You feel fuzzy, the pain stops and you shake completely numb.

“Huh?” Merrin tapped you back to reality.

He had a chunk of your flesh in his hand. He hands it to you. “Here, give me mine we’ll feed each other” He smiles “I love you so much” he pulls you to his lap.

Handing him what once was attached to his leg. Merrin holds it and lets out a small chuckle.

He moves the piece closer to your mouth and you move to do the same.

“We’re going to get sick” I say.

Merrin with his lovesick look says “No, our love is too strong to kill us” and shoves the piece of flesh into my mouth and puts the bit in my hand into his mouth.

You hold your breath trying not to spit it out or worse. You shake your head with more tears sliding out. Merrin chews, having a small closed-lip smile on his face in satisfaction. A few minutes pass and he finishes chewing and savoring your tissue.

“You taste wonderful, we should have done this sooner, you are divine”. Merrin says overjoyed.

The flesh is still in your mouth, your cheeks are slightly puffed from it and you don’t know what to do.

Before you can even think of doing something Merrin holds your jaw closed. “Please eat it, baby,” he says. You clamp your jaw down. The tissue mushes in your mouth and blood oozes out of it. You gag, Merrin still has your jaw held shut.

So you continue to grind your teeth into the flesh quickly to make this hell stop.

Swallowing down felt dry even though it was very wet.

You shook from what you just did. You feel overwhelmed, your arm has its own heartbeat and feel hot, your brain is fuzzy and Merrin’s thigh is in your stomach.

Merrin brings you into a hug and he grips you tightly. Kissing your face all over he has a smile stretched on his face. You’re slumped in his lap exhausted from everything that just happened.

Merrin picks you up and walks to the bedroom for a nap and later he’ll claim your insides again.

“I love you” Merrin says cuddling into you.

This is going to be a long day…

A/N: There’s the end to that crazy ass story. The next piece I’m planning on weighting is a long one that’s has something to do with a monster… Anyways requests are open feel free to ask. <3

#canibalism #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #gn reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #dark romance #yandere imagines #my oc merrin

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phoenix-downer · 3 months

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Survivors Chapter 1

Survivors: ~1250 words. Merrin can tell Cal wants to be with her, but he will have to reconcile his growing feelings for her with the teachings of the Jedi Order and all that has instilled in him.

Story Info: Cal Kestis/Merrin. Set during Jedi: Survivor. Canon Compliant, Alternating POVs, Missing Scenes. Romance, Fluff, Introspection, Mutual Pining.

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Cal was maddeningly, infuriatingly restrained.

Oh, he wouldn’t stop her if she put her arms around him as they rode a spamel together. He happily cuddled next to her by the fire if she leaned her head against his shoulder. And he made no move to leave when she lay down next to him and put her hand over his. Even when she’d kissed him, he hadn’t pushed her away or told her to stop.

But he never initiated anything. He was too much of a Jedi for that.

Merrin cursed the Jedi Order under her breath. Curse them all for giving Cal such hangups about his completely natural urges. She was relieved the Nightsisters had no such qualms. Her clan’s leader had even encouraged the sisters to engage in relationships if they so wished.

Naturally, it was just her luck to fall for the stubborn man who absolutely refused to be in any sort of romantic relationship.

She glanced at him now, deep in conversation with Cere and Eno Cordova about Tanalorr. They were strolling through the Hidden Path’s archives on Jedha, the blue glow of the holorecords casting everyone in an eerie light. He seemed to sense her looking at him, because he cast a glance her way, and for a split second their eyes met. Then he hurriedly looked away, and Merrin wanted to sigh.

He is like a small child, afraid of his crush.

It was an amusing contrast to how well he carried himself otherwise. With decorum, maturity, and dignity, but with just enough recklessness in battle and awkwardness when it came to matters of the heart to make him endearing.

Listen to me, I sound like a child with a crush, too.

“Merrin,” he said, and she straightened from where she was hunched over one of the archive’s consoles. She would never admit it to him, but she loved the way he said her name. Always with this note of deep affection he could not hide no matter how hard he tried.

“Yes, Cal?” she asked, far more casually than she was actually feeling. BD-1 looked from her to Cal and back again. Could droids sense sexual tension? BD-1 was making an excellent case for himself.

Cal stared at her for a disconcerting amount of time before speaking again. “Are you ready to go?” he asked, his voice softer than she was expecting.

“I’ve been ready for ages. I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost somewhere in the archives.” She slipped back into their natural banter easily. She’d missed it in their years apart.

“Not my fault the Anchorites were having some deep discussions about the Force I just couldn’t miss out on,” he replied, a charming half-smile on his face.

“Careful, you could spend years of your life listening to them argue.”

That got a chuckle out of him. “Speaking from experience?”

“They have a very different view of the Force than the Nighsisters and Jedi do, and they do not even agree with each other.” With that she started a light jog towards the Veiled Hangar where the Mantis was waiting.

He followed after her. “Makes sense. The Force encompasses us all. I’m not surprised that different people interpret it and interact with it differently.”

She glanced behind her. “What was that? A Jedi admitting his way of seeing the Force might not be the only way?” It was very unlike the arrogance of the Jedi Order, and she couldn’t help but tease him about it.

She was rewarded once more with another chuckle from him. “You may be surprised to learn that I’ve expanded my horizons since you left.”

The words were joking, but there was a hint of sadness in his voice. Even though we have discussed it and he understands my reasons, he is still mourning our time apart. Another sign he cares for me. And yet now that they were together again, he was dancing around the very topic that neither of them could avoid forever.

I wonder if he will ever make a move, or if I will have to initiate everything. Merrin did not mind going for what she wanted, but for once she wanted him to initiate something. A hug, a handhold, a kiss, anything. Even now, even after that kiss, even after he had entrusted his life to her as she’d thrown him around the Sanctuary Temple, he kept a safe, respectable distance from her as they jogged to the Mantis.

She stopped, and he did as well.

“Cal, before we go to Koboh…are we going to talk about what happened earlier?”

He stiffened. “Do you mean Brother Armias—”

“I meant us, but if you wish to speak about him, then let me reiterate what Cere said: his death was not your fault.”

“I know. It’s just one more person I couldn’t save.” He wouldn’t look her in the eye, and his fists clenched at his sides. BD-1 made a few concerned beeps as he clung to Cal’s shoulder.

“It was his time, and he died to help the Hidden Path. We must continue his legacy.” Once again Merrin was grateful for her upbringing as a Nightsister. To Nightsisters, death was just a part of life. It was sad to be sure, but she did not fear it or dread it. She knew she would join her sisters who had passed on before her. Cal on the other hand struggled to let go of a man he’d known for mere seconds before his death and was haunted by every single death he’d ever witnessed.

He is too compassionate for his own good. That will be his undoing. And yet it is one of the things I love about him.

She reached up and cupped his face. He flinched but made no move to remove her hand.

“Life has been very unkind to you, Cal Kestis,” she said softly. A man like him should not be fighting this war. And yet a man like him was exactly what the galaxy needed to fight off the shackles of the Empire.

“No more unkind to me than it has been to you,” was his gruff reply.

“And yet here we are. It’s like I told you before,” she said, gently stroking his cheek. “We are survivors.”

His lips parted and his hand twitched at his side, and for a split second she wondered if he would cup her cheek and kiss her. But then the moment passed and he just stared at her, his face a careful impassive mask as his hands remained limply at his sides.

BD-1 made a few disappointed beeps.

“Come on, let’s go,” Merrin said. If she pushed Cal now, he might pull away from her forever. He’d already transgressed by letting her kiss him and they both knew it. She suspected he’d found the best loophole he could manage by letting her initiate everything. That way he could tell himself he hadn’t broken his rules while still getting to enjoy being close to her. That it was her fault and that she hadn’t broken any of her rules either, so no one was to blame for what happened between them, really.

But the moment he initiated something, all his careful justifications would come crashing to the ground like those pots at the Sanctuary Temple he kept running into.

Merrin sighed. She could only hope he would find a way to reconcile his beliefs with their growing relationship.

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A/N: I was finally able to play Jedi: Survivor and was so happy to see Cal and Merrin's relationship developed further. I've been rooting for them to get together since Fallen Order, and the way Jedi: Survivor handled their romance was just so good. I especially loved the scene at the Sanctuary Temple where she uses her magic to throw him around and he entrusts her with his life. Such an iconic scene honestly and one of my favorites in the game.

Anyway, I wanted to delve into their thoughts/feelings during their romance arc more, and so this story is an exploration of that. It will be three chapters total, and I plan on posting a chapter a day until it's finished.

Thank you for reading!

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