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Matchmaker

↬ fem! jedi! reader x Nightsister Merrin ♥

✧ Genre: fluff

✧ Warnings: none flirty merrin

<3 author’s note: I love Merrin sm and wanted to make something for her as I don't see much out there for her :)

✧ Summary: You had joined the Mantis Crew a month or so before Cal, prevously hiding after Order 66 as a worker on Coruscant where you studied Dathomir. Now, as Cal finishes his quest from Dathomir, he heads back to the ship with Merrin, where you await them…

The door to the Mantis slid open, two pairs of feet echoing like alarms on the hard ramp. You startled from your seat on the peach toned couch as Cal came into view, holding the object you were hoping he would, the Astrium.

“You found it.” Cere said softly, a hopeful tone in her voice. 

“We can open the tomb on Bogano.” Your voice came out like a breath of release, astonishment and possibility swimming through your eyes and in your head. 

“Oh, well who's this?” Greeze questioned grumpily, glaring up at the figure dressed in red stood next to Cal. You hadn’t even noticed her at first, her presence startling you and the rest of the crew. Your focus had been too strong on the small, dainty object in Cal’s hands. He was holding it like it was all the galaxy, like it was a fragile star. 

You finally took your eyes from the object to see…she had white hair tied in a relaxed bun on the back of her head, a loose strand at the front hanging from her head. Her skin was a cool, light gray, complimenting her dark lips. Tattoos, or markings of some sort framed her face like a painting. 

Beep! BD-1 chirped. 

She’s coming along… 

“What's that supposed to mean?” Greez asked, crossing his arms.

It means I’ll be joining you,” the figure spoke, with a deadpan voice. It was the first time you noticed the darker shades of gray painted in shapes on her and hands that matched the ones on her face. It was quite pretty, you had to admit, and definitely intriguing. 

You were livid with anger when Cere advised Cal go on this mission on his own. You had been studying Dathomir and the Nightsisters (and brothers) for years. But of course, the Mantis was out of rations. It had been a miserable day without food until you landed on the red, hazy planet. 

You knew of every plant, creature, what to eat, what not to, where to step…so you stayed near the ship, gathering supplies and guiding Cal over your comms through the dark corners and paths of Dathomir. 

But now, a living Nightsister stood, in the flesh, in front of you. 

“Cere, Greez, Y/N, this is Merrin.”

“She's a witch, isn't she?” Greez spoke, words shaky. Before you could correct him, the newcomer beat you to it. 

“A Nightsister. Your fear is unnecessary.” Her voice was calm and stable, like each word she said was a fact. 

“I couldn't have gotten the Astrium without her. We fought Malicos together,” Cal explained. “I trust her.”

“And we trust you,” Cere spoke. “You,” she looked at Merrin, caution in her eyes, “will have to earn it.”

“Okay…fine.” Greez grumbled. “Grab some seat! as long as she doesn't try anything funny.”

“Welcome aboard.” Cere said in a more approving voice, walking past Merrin. 

Cal tilted his head to the side, hands on his hips as he turned to the Nightsister. He seemed to pick up on your lingering eyes on the girl, looking at you once before turning back to Merrin. “I think they like you.”

You turned your head quickly to the droid sitting next to you, Cal smirking at you as Merrin sat on the couch not too far from yourself. “Be-be-beep!”

Her forehead scrunched as she leaned down towards the droid. “I don't know what you're saying.”

Cal laughed, strutting to the front of the ship where your crewmates sat. Of course he would leave you with her.

You sat for a moment, trying to build up some confidence to talk to Merrin. You had so many questions for her. What was it like living on Dathomir? How did her magick work, exactly? How did it work off-world? How was she still—

BD-1 bumped your arm with his small head, repeating what he had just asked Merrin, signaling you to translate. 

“He says he likes your tattoos.”

She looked at you, squinting her eyes in confusion. He beeped again. You couldn't help yourself, and you laughed.

“What is funny?”

“He said you guys are matching.” Merrin peered down at her crimson clothing and white skin, before deciding to say, “I guess we are. Your name is…”

“Y/N.” She nodded once. “Merrin.”

“Um… have you ever been off-world?”

“Off of Dathomir? No. I stayed with my people all my life.” You weren’t sure what to say.

“I’m sorry about what happened.”

“Don’t be. The Jedi are not responsible.” 

“I lost all my friends and family too. Well…except for Cal, I guess. But I didn’t meet him until after…

“The Jedi purge.”

You looked at her with crinkled brows and almost spoke when she continued, “Yes, Cal Kestis told me all about what happened. I…understand what you went through.” 

You nodded, a smile finding its way to your lips.

“You learn to make a new family when you lose your first one,” you said. “Everyone here is pretty great. Well, Greez not all the time, but…he’ll warm up.

She nodded, peering over you. 

“Cal tells me you were studying Dathomir’s culture and the planet.” 

Of-kriffing-course he did.

“Oh, yes…I um, did for a few years on Coruscant, helping mainly with writing about the culture and the Nightsisters.”

“Well I would like to read your work and see if it is true.”

“I don’t have any of the writings with me…”

“Oh. Of course,” Merrin whispered.

You looked at your lap, a blush crawling over your cheeks and you second guessed your past job on Coruscant. Maker, you hoped for your sake that it was all factual.

“Why does your face look like that?”

“What?” You gasped.

“It seems you have something you want to ask…am I wrong?”

“No, I just…I didn’t study Dathomir for more than four years and I…

“Would you like to learn more?” She looked at you accusingly, but almost playful. You nodded, not trusting your voice. 

Merrin took the lead, pulling out a sharp, jagged glossy half sphere. It looked like a piece out of the moon.

“I’m sure you understand that Nightsisters use magick and the NIghtbrothers do not, and that we rule over them.”

You nodded again, BD nodding as well as he watched the green glow from Merrin’s spherical object.

“Our magick uses the force but is different from Jedi. I can disappear and reappear at will, move objects, and can even reanimate—

“The dead,” you finished. “Sorry.”

“Do not apologize. You know a lot about Nightsisters. I’m impressed.” Merrin stood up, walking over leisurely yet swiftly up a few steps to the Mantis’ terrarium. She moved like smoke, graceful and satisfying. 

“Hm. You found bleeding gut and mushlings.”

“Yeah, Greez likes to keep the plants behind the glass but I’m hoping, since we left Dathomir, that he’ll let me sneak my hand in there every now and them for mushlings to use with our meals.”

 Merrin leaned in closer to the terrarium over your shoulder. She stood a few inches taller than you, her face closer to yours than almost anyone’s had ever been. 

“Hey you two! We’re landing soon, grab some seat.” Greez’s voice nearly made you jump, Merrin having no reaction. She stepped back to the couch, this time the one closer to the cockpit where the rest of the crew sat. 

You sat next to her, BD jumping over the holotable to join Cal in the front.

“This ship possesses fascinating technology,” Merrin stated.

“The Mantis is…” you leaned over to peer into the pilot area, your heart warming for your now family. “Wonderful.”

The ship jolted as you went through some turbulence, Greez muttering an apology as Cere teased his flying skills. 

Both your hands flew to the seat below you, preparing to hold on, when your right one caught a cold hand, the woman attached to it looked at you through long, pretty, dark lashes.

You let go, muttering an apology. You were sure your face was as deeply red as her clothing.

Merrin tilted her head, squinting her eyes as she studied you. 

“You are quite easy to startle, Y/N.” Your name rolled off her tongue through her accent like the ocean’s on Kamino. It made your face flush. And you breathed out a shaky breath. The ship landed, and the shaking stopped, the clicking of seatbelts letting you know it was okay to stand up. 

“I…”

“It is alright. It has been a long time since I’ve had a…”

Merrin’s entrancing brown eyes fluttered down to her hand, which ghosted over yours. 

You kept it in place, as her black painted nails led her soft fingers to interlance with yours. 

Cal came from the cockpit, the same look of excitement plastered on his face before he went on any adventure - but it was swiftly replaced with a smug one. His eyes darted over your hands once as he lifted his eyebrows at you as he smirked, jogging past you and through the ships doors with his small droid on his back.

Your comm sounded as his complacent voice came through your ear, “I knew you two would get along.”