#mereel x you

[wanderinginksplot]

Voices Carry

The Null ARC troopers have heard a rumor - a Republic senator claims to have inside information about clone trooper genetic material. When they decide it's worth investigating, Mereel offers to slice the data during a simple comm call with the senator.

The mission doesn't offer much of a challenge... or so he thought. Mereel hadn't counted on a stalwart and unyielding senatorial assistant foiling his every effort.

Mereel Skirata x fem!reader

Rating: G (for now - rating WILL change)

Word Count: 800

Warnings: plans of attempted espionage

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Part One

“But does he actually have anything?” 

It was the question that had dominated the last hour, and the conversation was starting to circle. 

“The only way we can be sure is to check for ourselves,” Mereel decreed.

“Why would some boracyk Senator from a backwater planet have information about the kaminii gene cloning program?” Jaing asked. 

It wasn’t the first time he had asked it. What was more, Jaing’s perfect memory meant he knew he had asked the question before and Mereel was getting tired of giving the same answer. 

But he did it anyway. “Because it’s a weird lead. It’s weird that he said it in the first place. But Julgum is a karkin’ Senator. I can get through his entire library of information in less time than we’ve been talking about it. All I need is access to his office’s mainframe.”

All of this had started when Prudii had uncovered an interview aired on a fringe news source, featuring the senator from Farrfin. Senator Julgum wasn’t a popular man, mostly because of his unique and unpopular views. But Farrfin was notoriously corrupt and the general opinion was that his money had bought more votes than any of his politics had.

But the Null troopers didn’t care about politics - except maybe Ordo, who seemed to thrive on useless information. No, their only interest in Senator Julgum stemmed from the point in the interview when he said that the galaxy should be wary of clone troopers.

“I’ve received some information about the genes that the Kaminoans used,” he had claimed. “It all seems fine from the outside, but when you start to dig a little deeper… Well, let’s just say that I won’t be rushing to sign any clone rights bills into law until I figure out how far the problems run.”

The Nulls were split evenly between the two sides: Ordo, Jaing, and A’den thought it was a waste of time. Kom’rk, Prudii, and Mereel thought it was worth following up on. 

There was only one thing for it: Mereel looked over at where the figure of Kal Skirata stood, pondering the arguments in silence. “What do you think, Kal’buir?”

Silence settled over the Nulls as their adoptive father figure considered his answer. Whatever Kal Skirata decided, the group would do. That was the way it had always been, and he had never steered them in the wrong direction. Well, he had, but he always took any failures harder than the Nulls themselves did. 

“Mereel is right,” he said eventually, and Mereel felt a fierce pride spike through his chest at the implied praise. “It’s a lead, and we should follow up on any of those that come our way. Mer’ika, it won’t take you long to get into the Senator’s system, will it?”

“Not at all,” Mereel assured. “In and out in a few minutes at most. Then another day to sift through the data.”

“I think it’s a chance worth taking,” Kal said, glancing at the men around the room. Some were physically present, some were holographic, and all were watching him with the typical intensity born of being raised on the actively-hostile Kamino. “But I’m willing to hear arguments.”

“No, Kal’buir,” A’den refused. “If you think we should check it out, we will. Go for it, Mereel.”

Mereel flashed a grin, brimming with his typical confidence. “If the good senator has any real information, we’ll have it before the end of the week.”

Yes, confidence was never an issue with Mereel, but he would be the first to admit that accessing Julgum’s system was more difficult than anyone had expected.

The nearest he could figure was that the jetii had fixed up the network in Julgum’s office for him. Mereel would need the key code to access the network itself. Normally, that wasn’t much of a deterrent, but tracking down a key code took time. And this code in particular reset every few hours on an ever-changing time interval. 

Mereel was one of the better slicers in the galaxy, but even he had some limits. The effort it would take to access the senator’s office network just didn’t make sense, especially when the Nulls were working on a time limit. Even a slice code took time to construct, especially if the user wanted to keep anyone from knowing that the system had been breached.

Fortunately, there was a way around either necessity: he could contact the senator directly. If Mereel’s comlink was patched through to the senator himself, he would be able to access the mainframe and pull any (or all) information from the system without being detected and without spending weeks working on a functional slice code.

All he had to do was call.

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Author's Note - Thank you for giving this fic a chance! Since it's shorter than my typical chapters (by a lot), I'm posting the second chapter today as well. Feel free to check it out if you enjoyed this one!

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[fandom-friday]

KARRDE!!!!!

Once more @the-rain-on-kamino is at it again and not just the Commando boys.... But commandos and chocolate!!!! Uhmm yeah the steam, the spice, the sweetness of this!!! Had to make sure this made it to the rec's and hope you're having a great day. May your week be short and your coffee as strong as Beskar

Listen, if there's one thing Caro knows, it's Republic Commandos and SPICE. I have no doubt this is yet another bit of her work that will make us sweat and swoon hehe. Thanks so much for the rec (and may your weekend be wonderful)!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[sinfullyrosey]

Shrimpmer!Reader

Floyd Leech X GN!Shrimpmer!Reader X Jade Leech

Warnings: Mild Violence, Brief Mentions of Accurate Shrimp Cleaning Methods (kind of gross)

I literally had written up a mini fic showcasing the tweels first meeting Shrimper!Reader… and lost it. Have no idea where it is. Searched through my drafts and got pissed, so just started over from scratch.

Can be read as platonic but with a lot of sus behavior ngl

The Basics (aka an Introduction to Shrimpmer!Reader)

Shrimpmer!Reader is a cleaner shrimp, a type of shrimp known for cleaning off parasites, algae, insects, and other bad stuff from fish. They’ve even been known to eat the mucus and infectious material around a fish’s wound to reduce infection and aid in healing. There are different species of cleaner shrimp, ‘scarlet skunk’ or ‘white-striped’ cleaner shrimps being known for cleaning the mouths of moral eels specifically.

Shrimpmer!Reader specifically comes from a family of cleaner shrimps that have a long-standing business partnership with the Leeches. Their family provides their cleaning and patch-up services to better the mereels’ health and heal any injuries, and in turn, the Leeches provide protection. It’s a mutualistic relationship where both benefit. And congrats, they were assigned to the tweels when they were but a mere fry and twins were still little elvers.

But what is it that Shrimpmer!Reader does exactly? Well, they have a cleaning station set up (i.e. a flat rock for the tweels to lay on while they work) and they go over the twins’ body, ridding it of any parasites and other debris. Picking at their scales and skin like a fine-tooth comb. They’ll even clean their sharp teeth using specialized brushes and tools to make sure nothing is stuck and strengthen the dentin (real shrimp physically go inside eel’s mouths, but shrimpmers are too big for that). Whenever the twins come to them with an injury after one of their scuffles, Shrimpmer!Reader will clean and disinfect the wound, being sure to remove any parasites, then wrap up the wound to heal faster.

In terms of anatomy and size difference, Shrimpmer!Reader is much smaller compared to the twins, but not on the same scale difference as real shrimps and moray eels. They’re not tiny enough to fit in their mouths but are small enough to be carried with ease. The best comparison I can give is like with the dwarves and Neige, but the tweels’ eel forms are much bigger compared to regular humans, so Shrimpmer!Reader would be shorter compared to a human as well. Floyd would joke about them being “child-sized.” Just like the Octatrio, their bottom half is that of a white-striped cleaner shrimp while the rest of their body has the matching miscolored skin, fin ears, and a pair of long, white antenna on the top of their head. No, their hands aren’t claws/pincers, but they do have sharp nails that aid in cleaning.

The Shrimp and the Eels Headcanons

Like mentioned above, Shrimpmer!Reader was assigned to Floyd and Jade back when they were all still children. Each new generation of Leech ends up being assigned a cleaner shrimp who are around the same age so that they can grow together and build a proper symbiotic bond. You just ended up unlucky ‘cause Mr. and Mrs. Leech had twins and you were the only available one in your family at the time. A two for one deal, as it were.

Rough first meet (the twins are asses even back then), but you eventually adjusted and they learned how much they actually enjoy getting all those nasties off of them. You were gentle and efficient, it was very soothing, almost therapeutic to them. But it was only after one particular cleaning where Floyd came to you, a week after he got into a fight, wound infected and riddled with parasites, that they fully realized just how much they needed you. Neither twin skipped a cleaning or wound treatment after that.

You are tiny and not built for fighting, so the twins are more than happy to do so for you!~ Some predator is stalking you, trying to get a taste? Floyd is already grabbing them by the tail, pulling them away from you and towards his own dangerously sharp jaws. Another merperson is bulling you, picking on your smaller size? Jade’s looming right behind, tail at the ready to squeeze the life out of them. Most of your patch-up work was from attending to their wounds sustained in fights defending you.

Floyd and Jade both have their tails wrapped around some poor, unfortunate soul who was pulling on your antenna. Jade is taunting the crying fry while Floyd is “playfully” biting their tail fins.

“Jade, Floyd, let them go already. You’re going to get in trouble…”

You do meet Azul later on, though never quite befriend him per say. His contracts made you uncomfortable and untrusting of his intentions. In turn, Azul was stiff and reserved around you on the account of the overly protective eels threatening to chew his tentacles off if he tried anything.

You’re not a student at NRC nor a student of RSA. Magic isn’t your forte (or your concern really), the tweels are. Which is why you do visit the schoolgrounds frequently, especially after the two (mainly Floyd) start complaining about “needing their shrimp.” They’re not even in their eel forms most of the time, but they do still get into fights and the nurse on staff isn’t good enough.

Congrats, you’re now the Leech’s designated Health Support Cleaner Shrimp, or whatever bullshit the twins pulled out of their tails when forcing requesting to Crowley that you be allowed to stay at Octavinelle! Double congrats, because you also work at Mostro Lounge as a janitor because you literally clean for a living!

In your human form, you are much shorter than most of the other students and you have two long cowlicks that resemble your antenna. You aren’t the biggest fan of this form, finding two legs to be difficult to navigate, especially since you kind of skipped the prep class. Floyd was impatient and claimed him and Jade would just teach you themselves. An unwise decision really.

I mean, you could also just request to have the potion adjusted so you can be taller too, I guess idk the twins aren’t going to tell you that.

You sometimes turn back into your merform with the tweels and swim together because you miss it. Floyd definitely missed curling his tail around his little shrimp and pinning you down with his much bigger size. He especially loves to flip you on your back and watch your little feetsies wiggle around in a panic.

Jade misses the cleanings more than anything else. Being a vice dormleader while also working at a lounge and doing schoolwork is stressful for one eel. So, being able to just relax and have you attend to him while he prattles on about mushrooms is absolute heaven. That’s not to say he doesn’t mess with you either. Jade will gladly use your height against you by putting your cleaning supplies on a higher shelf, so you’re forced to ask him for help, teasing you all the while.

No, you can’t clean anybody else, merfolk or otherwise. Only them. Azul almost lost a tentacle after suggesting such a thing when he noticed business was running slower.

You’re their cleaner shrimp, and they’re your eels. Anybody aware of the Leech’s influence know to back off lest they end up missing under mysterious circumstances.

Oh yeah, and the tweels, at some point, made it a habit to kiss you after you finished cleaning them under the guise of you “cleaning their teeth.” It’s become something so casual between you three now that when Azul caught sight of the twins and you locking lips, he nearly fell over at not realizing the three of you were (supposedly) an item.

[roosjem]

Star Wars Au Masterlist

https://archiveofourown.org/users/RoosjeM

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‘Oya'karir Jetiise’

Update status: Ongoing, updates whenever inspiration strikes

Notable tags: Semi hidden Jedi, All Mandalorians have a Competence Kink, Fix-it.

It started slowly. Mostly with curiosity from Mando’ade who had read Jaster’s article. Curiosity about just what their ancestors and predecessors saw in Jettise of all beings. That curiosity grew bigger when it turned out that Jetiise were a lot harder to find than anyone would have thought. Which made it a challenge. And there was no Mandalorian in the galaxy that would not rise to the challenge of a good hunt. -------------- Or, the discovery of a few tiny mistranslation leads to Mandalorians realising that their ancestors really really liked Jedi and they set out to discover why. Shenanigans ensue.

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‘The Temporary Temple Guards’

Update status: Ongoing, updates whenever inspiration strikes

Notable tags: Obi-Wan x Jaster Mereel, AU Timeline.

It was a widely known fact within the Temple, that the Temple Guards stationed at the Coruscant Temple were experiencing a ‘shortage’ at the moment. Seeing as Knights were sent out to complete missions and went on protective details, they were also the Corp that was responsible for the Temple Guards. - “I may have an issue.” “What is it?” The boy was alone. No one else was around despite it being the middle of the night. Just the boy who made a bee-line for Obi-Wan. He was way too young to be out at this time let alone out here all alone. It was the boy’s training armour that tipped Obi-wan off that this was more than just a lost child. “I have a youngling in front of me. There is no one else around and I am pretty sure he’s Mandalorian.” Quinlan paused, then asked, “...Come again?” Obi-Wan peered down at the child tugging at his arm. “Aran, ner echoy'la.” Kriff. “Correction, I have a Mandalorian boy in front of me telling me he’s lost.” - Or it’s Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi’s turn to be a Temporary Temple Guard and of course one of his past missions comes back to haunt him.

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‘To Heal, One Must Hurt’

Update status: Ongoing, updates whenever inspiration strikes

Notable tags: Jon Antilles x Jaster Mereel, Fix-it.

One of the Jetii’s scarred, pretty hands reached out and travelled to Jaster’s neck which had the latter stiffen. “What are you doing?” “Making sure your heart doesn’t fail while you sleep.” Jon replied. This Jetii was strange. “Your hand is putting too much pressure. I can’t sleep like this.” “I would rather not find you dead in the morning.” Jon replied, his hand not moving, “Healing you would be a waste of energy if that were to happen.” Jaster’s view of Jetiise had always been silver tongued Monks who sweet talked their way through politics and killed whomever didn’t fall for their mind tricks. This Jetii was nothing like that. “At least put your hand lower– how do you expect a Thaung-descendant to sleep when their ancient enemy is choking them?” It was hard to see the Jetii’s face below that deep hood of his. “Very well.” Jon scooted a bit closer. Jaster moved up and rested his head on top of the Jetii’s thigh. “What are you doing?” Jon demanded. “Shhh, sleep speeds the healing process.” Jaster mumbled. Another sigh told Jaster just how much he was pissing Jon off, but the Jetii kept his cool and slowly settled. It was actually surprisingly comfortable to lie down like this.

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'No Rest for the Weary'

Update status: Finished

Notable tags: Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi

'Fresh from Melida/Daan, Obi-Wan goes on a mission with his Master to Mandalore. The conflict between three major factions; the New Mandalorians, Kyr'tsad and the Haat'ade was getting out of hand and the New Mandalorians requested the Jedi to interfere. When they get separated, Obi-Wan is left alone on Mandalore to survive and somehow gains a fanclub of adoption-happy Mandalorians.'

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'The accounts of Ben Yustapire'

Update status: Finished

Notable tags: Ben Kenobi x Jaster Mereel, Time Travel Fix-it, Mandalorian Empire.

'These are the official accounts of Ben Yustapire, recounting the the days leading up to the rule of Mand'alor the Reformer. The first Mand'alor to unite the Clans under one soul-ruler since the end of the Mandalorian Wars. Or as I knew him, Jaster be Aliit Mereel' In which Obi-Wan Kenobi is thrown back in time by the Force to get another chance at saving the galaxy.

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'The Last Of Their Kind'

Update status: Ongoing, slow updates/updates whenever inspiration strikes

Notable tags: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi raises Luke Skywalker, Post-Order 66, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies.

'He rounded the corner towards the square right in front of the Temple- it was different than before because there had never been a square in front of the Temple. Obi-Wan froze in place the moment he looked up. His eyes observed the large statues one by one. Plo Koon, Mace Windu, Kit Fisto- they were all Councillors during the war. Obi-Wan stood in front of the statues as tears welled up in his eyes. He hadn't seen them in a long time and these statues looked exactly like them. From facial features and expression down to the way they were seated- as if they were in a regular Council meeting. "Look Uncle Ben! It's-" Obi-Wan leaped to Luke and covered his mouth before he could say anything else. "Yes, I see, it's General Kenobi." He hoped the beings whose attention was drawn towards them would move on quickly. "But try not to shout, Luke, alright?" His eyes left the boy to observe the statue of himself. Or, in which the Clones take over the Empire and Obi-Wan hears rumours about the whole ordeal which causes him to head back to Coruscant. Updates whenever inspiration strikes.'

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'Rid'runi be Mand'alor'

Update status: Ongoing, slow updates/updates whenever inspiration strikes

Notable tags: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jaster Mereel, Alternative Timeline, Soulmate AU, Obi-Wan Kenobi raises Luke Skywalker.

'In his quest to bring his newly born nephew to Anakin's stepbrother, Obi-Wan 'Ben' Kenobi accidentally passed through a Force Nexus which transports him to another world where his dormant soulmark finds new life. Realising his predicament, Obi-Wan sets out to find a way to get them back to their own timeline to ensure Luke would have his family. Except it isn't that easy when old enemies hunt you down and a certain soulmate is trying to pin you in place.'

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'The War Master of the Jedi Order'

Update status: Finished (25/25)

Notable tags: Ben Kenobi x Jaster Mereel, Time Travel Fix-it.

'The Force- strong and Light as ever- greeted Ben as an old friend. A breeze blowing Ben's hood off and moving his robes. As if a hand gently brushed through his hair- as if the Force was comforting him. The beautiful colours painting the atmosphere. Another melody in the cool and icy evening air. Marching in the background. Ben closed his eyes, listening to it. it was the shift of armour, the clang of Beskar against Beskar, that snapped Ben out of his quiet reflection and mourning. Ben opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder. Behind him were three Mando's approaching him from all sides and cornering him. Turning to face those approaching him, Ben tilted his head. "Tion'cuy?" "Naasade." Ben replied as he jumped back onto the railing, spread his arms and let himself fall back.'

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[blueflipflops]

Fic Idea: If I'm a Fake Jedi and You're a Fake Jedi Then Who's Flying This Ship?!?!

Fake Shadow Jedi Master! Jaster Mereel meets Fake Jedi Councilor! Obi wan Kenobi

I forgot who's the OP of that "conman Obi-wan pretending to be a jedi, mistaken to be an actual real jedi, had to do jedi stuff to not blow his cover and accidentally promoted as jedi councilor" post but imagine THAT Obi-wan x @bolithesenate 's Master Jereel aka Jaster Mereel's jedisona.

Jaster: ah. A fellow being of culture. We can finally talk about each other's jedisonas! :D

Obi: You're pretending to be a jedi because you like them, I pretend to be a jedi to scam people. We are not the same.

Anakin, the reluctant padawan: Oh force, there's another one. He doesn't even go here!

[vodika-vibes]

This is where the Masterlist of my AU Event goes

Vodika-Vibes 650 Followers Event Notice - CLOSED

For The Dancing - Jango Fett x F!Reader - Fantasy AU

Fancy - Boba Fett x F!Reader - Western AU - Smut

Woe To The People - Commander Fox x F!Reader - Apocalypse AU

Mischief - Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader - Mermaid AU/Soulmate AU

You Will Be Okay - Captain Rex x F!Reader - Regency AU

The Soldier and the Frog - TBB Wrecker x GN!Reader - Princess and the Frog AU

Oh Traveler Come - TBB Echo x F!Reader - Monster/Ghost AU

Sins Of The Father - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader - Monster AU

Hard To Kill - Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader - Mystic AU - Smut

Don't Worry, I Have you - ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader - Mermaid AU

POW - Jango Fett x F!Reader - Undersea/Mermaid AU

One More Moment - Commander Cody x F!Reader - Undersea AU

Better Place - Clone OC: Misfit x F!Reader - Western AU

Lucky - Mereel Skirata x F!Reader - Mermaid AU

The Marshal - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader - Western AU

God Of War - Commander Fox x F!Reader - Mystic AU

The Privateer - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader - Mermaid AU

Fields of Gold - TBB Hunter x F!Reader - Modern AU

Let's Fly - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader - Regency AU

Singing - Ordo Skirata x F!Reader - Soulmate AU

Lost - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader - Soulmate AU

Hope Is A Thing With Feathers - Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader - Dragon AU

Cin Vhetin - Jango Fett x F!Reader - Fairy Tale AU

Wild Places - Prudii Skirata x F!Reader - Mystic AU - Smut

Noble Maiden Fair - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader - Soulmate AU

I Give Hope To Man - Alpha-17 x F!Reader - Mystic AU

Ranger - TBB Crosshair x GN!Reader - Western AU

Surface Pressure - TBB Tech x F!Reader - Soul Mate AU

Inspiration - Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader - College AU - Smut

What Comes After - Clone Commando Sev x GN!Reader - Soulmate AU

Protective - CX-2 x F!Reader - Soulmate AU

Swan Prince - ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader - Selkie AU

One More Kiss - Commander Mayday x F!Reader - Soulmate AU

Defend Yourself - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader - Modern AU - Smut

Hopelessly Devoted - Clone Trooper Dogma x GN!Reader - Mystic AU

Up Where They Walk - Captain Gregor x GN!Reader - Mermaid AU

Trouble - TBB Echo x F!reader - Soulmates AU

Not A Monster - TBB Crosshair x GN!Reader - Beauty and the Beast AU

Love, Me - Darman Skirata x F!Reader - Western AU

Masquerade - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader - Cinderella AU

I Love You - ARC Trooper Jesse x GN!Reader - Soulmate AU

Please Trust Me - TBB Hunter x F!Reader - Mermaid AU

Thousand Years - Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader - Mermaid AU

Three Pair - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader x TBB Tech - Monster AU - Smut

My Lady's Choice - Captain Rex x F!Reader - Fairy Tale AU

Immortal Flames - Commander Thire x F!Reader - Mystic AU

Fields of Snow - Commander Mayday x F!Reader - Regency AU

Stand By You - Platonic TBB x F!Reader - Mermaid AU

Accidents Happen - TBB Echo x F!Reader - Mystic AU

Every Time - Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader - MerSoul AU

Never Enough - TBB Tech x F!Reader - Enemies to Lovers AU

Coffee Cake - ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader - Modern AU

Trapped - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader - Sleeping Beauty AU

When The Sun Loves The Moon - TBB Echo x F!Reader - MerSoul AU

Monsterous Love - Clone Trooper Tup x GN!Reader - Monster AU

Our Unending Dream - Commander Fox x F!Reader - Regency AU

Siren Song - Commander Monnk x F!Reader - Mystic AU

[kaminocasey]

The Difference Part Two

Summary: You get back to your apartment and both Ordo and Mereel treat you to a good night.

Pairing: Mereel x Reader x Ordo (NO Clonec*st)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT, holy shit, so much smut lol. Anal, threesome (no clonecest), unprotected p in v, unprotected p in a (wrap it up friends), oral (f and m receiving), fingering, creampies, squirting. Ordo Skirata is a loverboy. Mereel Skirata KNOWS what he's DOING. If I missed anything, lemme know lol.

WC: 4.5K

A/N: HELLO I KNOW THIS HAS BEEN A YEAR IN THE MAKING LMAO. I'm so so sorry it took so long. I've had so much personal stuff going on, it's insane. Anyway, I hope it's worth it! I know I for sure wanna do a part 3 and I promise that if I do, it won't be a year from now lol.

Part ONE │TAGLIST FORM │Republic Commando Masterlist

When you finally pull up to your apartment building, Ordo parks the speeder at record speed. The two commandos let you lead them through the lobby to the elevator, hitting the 23rd level button. Both men stand quietly, trying to refrain from pulling you into their arms right then and having their way with you in the elevator. Mereel wouldn’t mind. Ordo, however, is the more private of the two. 

Meanwhile, you’re absolutely vibrating with nerves and both men are picking up on it. It doesn’t make them want you any less, though. 

When the elevator doors open, you walk to your front door with both Ordo and Mereel a step behind you. When you unlock your door, walk into your apartment, and drop your bag and jacket on the dining room table, you turn to look at them.

They both politely kick their shoes off by the front door and you can’t help but be endeared by that. Whoever taught them that, good job. 

You watch as Mereel goes and stands by the floor to ceiling windows, looking over Galactic City. Ordo decides on the couch. Who do you go to first?

As if he can read your mind, Mereel speaks up. “Whoever you want to go to is okay, mesh’la.”

You nod, smiling nervously and walk toward Ordo, sitting next to him on the couch. Ordo gives you a soft look of surprise, as if he can’t believe you chose to go to him instead of Mereel. 

“Y-you’re sure?” Ordo asks, softly. 

You nod, smiling over at Mereel, who’s now sitting in the chair by the couch. “I’ve never done this before, but I’m almost positive I’ve never been so sure of anything before.” 

“Well, in that case…” Ordo whispers, smiling.

He confidently presses his lips to yours and you go warm all over, again. You know that this is absolutely something you want. Wanting more, you climb into his lap and he groans softly when you brush against his hardened length. Ordo’s hands fall to your ass, gripping you enough to let you know you’re not going anywhere. 

Pulling away from him, you can’t help but smile at him as he watches you start to pull your shirt out of your skirt and then unbutton it. The more visible your chest becomes, the harder he gets. 

Maker, she’s beautiful, Ordo and Mereel seem to share a thought. 

Ordo wants to say something, but he’s genuinely too stunned. He’s never met anyone like you, and that’s saying something because he’s met a lot of people. Probably too many people. You’re sweet and funny and he finds himself clinging to your every word. He’s sure Mereel feels the same way. 

“Mereel, you want to join us?” You look back at him and find that he’s sitting in the chair, looking completely relaxed.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Mereel teases, getting up to sit next to his brother on the couch. 

You reach over and kiss Mereel as soon as he sits down, pulling him by his collared shirt to you. He chuckles softly against your lips before deepening the kiss, needing to taste you. 

Ordo’s hands travel up your sides, cupping your breasts and teasing you over your bra, making you whimper into Mereel’s mouth. Both men groan at the absolutely beautiful sounds you make. 

Pulling away from Mereel, your lips desperately find Ordo’s again. His hands move to cup your neck, holding you there so he can slip his tongue into your mouth. With shaky fingers, you start to unbutton his shirt and then let it fall behind him on the couch. You pull away again, only to kiss his warm, bare chest. His head falls back with a content sigh. 

Mereel’s fingers expertly unclasp your bra and you let it fall off of you. 

“Fuck, cyar’ika… look at you.” Mereel gets off the couch to get behind you, kissing your neck immediately as you pull Ordo back to you so you can kiss him. “So fucking beautiful, isn’t she Ordo?”

Ordo hums in agreement, unable to break away from you. Mereel’s hands move around you to gently squeeze your breasts, tweaking your pert nipples with his thumb and forefingers, making you gasp into Ordo’s mouth. Mereel only chuckles darkly as he sucks marks into your bare shoulders. Your whimpers are like music to his ears, and he’s absolutely sure no woman has ever sounded so perfect. 

Ordo’s firm warm hands grasp at your bare thighs as your skirt gets hiked up around your waist, guiding you back and forth over his hardened length. Unable to help yourself, you grip his shoulder, digging your fingertips into his hardened muscles. 

“Look at her using you, ner vod.” Mereel teases, his voice low and needy in your ear, making you whimper. “Feel good, cyar’ika?” 

With parted lips, and a needy feeling so low, you can only nod, words evading you. 

Except Mereel knows. “Tell him, pretty girl. Tell him how bad you need to cum.”

Ordo pulls you against him, a low groan escaping his throat as he crushes his lips to yours, not needing you to tell him. He tastes of desperation and need and you’re apparently starving as your own moans intertwine with his own. You only break apart from him to kiss Mereel, but he doesn’t seem to mind. 

You can honestly say that this is not how you expected your night to go when you first got to the bar. You’d been there to work on paperwork and maybe drink a little bit. You were mostly there for the background noise. 

And here you are, making noise. For these two strangers. You’re not sure what has come over you, but you’re definitely not complaining. 

And neither are they. 

Mereel helps you slide off of Ordo’s lap into his own, his lips never breaking apart from yours. His experienced hands find your wrists, pinning them behind your back.

With his free hand, he cups one breast and then takes the other in his mouth, licking hotly over your sensitive nipple, coaxing a soft whine from you. 

“Listen to those sounds.” Mereel praises you. 

“Bedroom?” Ordo asks, trailing his fingers down your arm. 

“That way.” You nod back behind them toward the hallway and as if you weigh nothing, Mereel picks you up and carries you back toward the room. 

He gently eases you down onto the bed and slides your skirt off of you, dropping it somewhere behind him. You watch as he eagerly drops to his knees, the smirk never leaving his face. Ordo sits next to you on the bed, his fingers trailing down your exposed skin, leaving fire in their wake. 

You reach for Ordo’s clothed length, palming his hardened cock, making him groan and you can’t help but smile up at him.

“Ask nicely, cyar’ika.” Mereel starts to slide your panties down. 

“P-please… Ordo. May I?” You ask, softly.

“May you what?” Ordo whispers, grinning down at you.

“May I suck your cock?” You look up at him through your lashes.

He knows right then he’ll never say no to you. Ever. Still, he can’t help the nerves flowing through him as he undoes his belt and tosses it to the floor, pulling his cock out. 

You don’t know what makes you groan louder, Mereel pressing his tongue to your cunt or the sight of Ordo. 

Ordo’s gentle hands guide you to his cock, your mouth already eagerly open and prepared for him. He watches, fully mesmerized by the sight of you splayed out for the two of them. 

When Ordo pushes just the tip into your mouth, his eyes involuntarily roll back. He doesn’t do this sort of thing, going out and meeting women randomly. But with you… there was an instant connection the moment you smiled at him.

You notice he won’t push more than just the tip in yet so you let him take his time. In the meantime, you enjoy the taste of precum beading out of the tip of his cock. You’re almost certain no man has ever gotten you this turned on before. Between Ordo and Mereel, you can’t wait for both of them to have their way with you.

“Maker-” You moan when Mereel’s lips attach to your clit, making you pull away from Ordo momentarily to look down at Mereel.

Mereel smirks up at you with a wink and you feel electricity buzzing through your veins. 

“How does it feel?” Ordo’s voice pulls you out of the electric haze.

“So… so good.” You murmur.

Mereel hums against your soaked core, agreeing with you, making your hips buck against his face.

“Fucking Maker…” Your head falls back and Ordo catches the back of your head with his hand so that he can drown out the sounds of your moans with his own mouth. 

Your hand starts to pump Ordo’s length, eagerly making his own moans vibrate against yours and he finally pulls away to guide your lips to his cock. 

Without coaxing, you eagerly take Ordo as far as you can, enjoying the way his hand grips your hair tightly. Mereel takes that moment to insert two fingers into you, causing you to whine over Ordo’s cock. Ordo groans loudly at the feeling. 

“Fuck she’s so close.” Mereel smirks up at his brother. “She’s practically choking my fingers with how tight she is.” 

“Well, don’t leave the sweet girl waiting.” Ordo smirks down at you and you clench around Mereel. 

Mereel groans and curls his fingers, rubbing and teasing that spongy spot inside of you that no man has bothered with before. His tongue teases your clit and you can’t help but roll your own eyes back, still sucking Ordo as best as you can while being sent over your edge. Your vision goes fuzzy and light as you come around Mereel’s fingers. You pull away from Ordo to look down at Mereel, breathing heavily. 

“You cum like an angel.” Mereel sucks his fingers into his mouth to taste you and your lips part, clearly turned on by the sight.

You lean forward, grabbing Mereel by the shirt. “You are way too clothed.” 

He chuckles as you kiss him, tasting yourself on him. He fumbles with his shirt as he pulls it off between kisses, his pants being the next to go as he crawls up into the bed with you and Ordo, one man on each side of you. Ordo’s fingers come to play with your breasts, from behind you, squeezing and groping in all the right places as Mereel’s lips never leave yours. Ordo’s lips start to nip and suck on your neck, and the thought of being marked up by both of these men turns you on more than you ever thought possible. 

“Maker… You’re both so hot…” You whisper before pulling Ordo to you so you can kiss him again. 

They both chuckle, clearly enjoying how eager you are for them. 

Mereel whispers against your ear. “Who do you want to fuck you first?” 

You pull away from Ordo to look between them, an idea forming but terrified to say it out loud because what if they’re not interested in that? Being between these two is starting to make you feel like you’re in some kind of holoporn. “Um…” You murmur.

Ordo and Mereel share a look and then Mereel smirks, thinking he knows where your brain is going. 

“You want us both, don’t you, cyar’ika?” Mereel whispers, his lips trailing down your neck.

You nod, swallowing audibly. “Is… is that okay?” 

“Of course.” Mereel’s voice is soft, but clearly turned on. “Whatever you want, we’ll give you.” 

Ordo kicks his pants the rest of the way off, dropping them to the ground and you smile up at him and then look at Mereel. Mereel smirks, making your body go hot under his stare.

You smile. “What does cyar’ika mean?”

He chuckles, bringing the inside of your wrist to his lips, kissing it gently. “It means sweetheart. It’s Mando’a.” 

“I like when you guys speak Mando’a.” You bite your lip as he kisses his way up your entire arm until he reaches your neck again. “Love the way it sounds.” 

Mereel hums and then pulls your face toward his to kiss you, smirking against your lips. Kissing Mereel is much different than kissing Ordo. Mereel kisses you in the way that a storm starts to brew inside of you, threatening to break through all your walls. Ordo’s kisses are what it feels like to bask in the sunshine. But kissing them both is addicting and you feel like you’ll never be able to stop.

“How do you want us, baby?” Mereel asks, breathlessly, his lips ghosting over yours as he asks. 

“I want…” You look between the two of them, going warm in the face.

“It’s okay, cyar’ika. You can ask anything of us.” Ordo brushes his fingers down the valley of your breasts.

“Both holes at the same time?” You whisper.

Ordo’s brown eyes go wide, his pupils absolutely blown with lust while Mereel just smirks as if he’s not surprised by what you just asked of them. 

“That works for me. But I want your ass.” Mereel nips your bottom lip between his teeth, teasingly.

You moan softly. “Never done it before.” 

Mereel practically purrs. “Well then, I promise to be extra careful with you… at first.” 

His stare sets your entire body on fire and you nod, trusting him. 

“Ordo, help her lay back.” Mereel commands softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

Ordo pulls you back against him up by your pillows.

“Lube?” Mereel asks.

“Bedside table.” You nod toward the table. “Top drawer.”

Mereel follows your instruction and leans over to grab it out the top drawer, but then pauses when he pulls something else out with the lube. 

“Mm… what’s this, mesh’la?” He holds your little pink vibrator up and you go warm all over with slight embarrassment. 

“You’ve never seen a vibrator before?” You tilt your head, trying to feign confidence. 

Mereel smirks, seeing right through you. “No, I have. But this’ll be fun to use.” 

He tosses it to Ordo who understands what to do right away, turning it on. The little toy comes to life, buzzing and Ordo’s lips are at your ear.

“Can I use this on you, cyar’ika?” His low voice practically pleads.

You nod, your words failing you right now. While you watch Mereel put some lube on his fingers and then set the bottle down next to him, Ordo starts to trail the vibrating toy down your breasts, teasingly, making you squirm. His free hand comes around to settle on your stomach, holding you down. It suddenly feels a hundred degrees hotter in your room. 

“So pretty…” Ordo hums in your ear when the toy reaches your clit, making you whimper loud enough to make both men smirk.

“She sure is.” Mereel’s fingers start to tease your ass. “Ready?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Please.”

“So polite.” Mereel’s finger starts to press into your rim and you gasp, arching away from Ordo momentarily before he pulls you back to him. “Tell us if it’s too much, alright.”

You nod. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” Ordo kisses your neck.

How is this happening right now? Your day started off so incredibly normal. 

Ordo presses the toy into your clit a little more and you feel yourself clench. The stretch from Mereel’s finger hurts for a moment, but it's not a bad pain. It’s just unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. 

“Fuck…” You whimper, pathetically. 

“There’s that pretty voice.” Mereel teases you. “Let’s hear it.”

Your moans and whimpers fill their ears like music as Mereel continues to work you open, getting your ass ready for his cock. 

“Tell us how it feels, cyar’ika.” Ordo murmurs. 

“G-good. Too good.” Your head lolls to the side, nuzzling your face into the crook of Ordo’s neck, breathing in his warm scent. 

“Yeah?” Mereel’s voice speaks up and you clench around his finger again. “Good enough that I can add another finger?” 

You nod, breathlessly. “Y-yes. Fuck… please…” 

“Mm…” Mereel hums, eagerly and gently adding another finger, making you gasp. “Taking me so well. Almost like your ass was made for my fingers.”

You start to feel another orgasm building up from Mereel’s fingers and the vibrator, making your chest rise and fall with need.

“Mereel… Ordo…” You whine, clutching onto Ordo’s arm as your orgasm is practically ripped from your body, making you go white hot from head to toes. 

Mereel’s fingers slow and you look up at him through lidded eyes, his smirk still turning you on. Ordo turns off the vibrator for now and puts it next to him.

“You ready for my cock, mesh’la?” Mereel pulls his fingers out and starts to open the lube bottle.

You nod. “Absolutely.” 

Unable to tear your eyes away from the way that Mereel spreads the lube over his hardened thick length, you moan softly. 

“You like this, just wait til we split you open, cyar’ika.” His voice is low and raspy, clearly turned on. “Let’s turn you around so I can get a better angle.”

They both help get you situated so you can turn around and straddle Ordo’s lap, hovering over his length. Ordo’s stare nearly sets your soul on fire and you can’t help but want to see him again. Mereel, too. You’ve never been so attracted to a man before, let alone two. 

“Maker, you’re so beautiful…” Ordo whispers as if he’s seeing sunshine for the first time ever. 

You go warm in the face. “You are.” 

One of Mereel’s hands trails down your back until it settles on your hip, giving you an encouraging squeeze.

“Ready?” Mereel leans down close to your ear, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Yes, please.” You murmur, closing your eyes at the feel of his lips on you. 

“Remember what I said? Tell us if it’s too much, okay?” He asks.

You give an eager nod. “I promise.”

Ordo gives you an encouraging smile, and you can read his expression clear as day that he also can’t believe this is how his day turned out. You lean down and capture his lips with yours as you slide down onto his length, making the both of you groan against each other’s mouths. 

You feel Mereel’s length press against your rim next.

“Try to relax for me, cyar’ika.” Mereel whispers and you nod, relaxing your body for him. 

Ordo stays still, waiting for the go as Mereel starts to slowly push into you, making you gasp sharply.

“Too much?” Mereel asks, softly.

You shake your head.

“Words, baby.” He murmurs.

“Keep going.” You moan. 

Mereel looks to Ordo to make sure that you’re okay. Ordo gives Mereel a nod after checking your face, which looks more blissed out than in pain. Mereel keeps going, pushing in a little further. 

“So tight for me.” Mereel murmurs, gripping your hips.

He’s done this before, but it’s never been this enjoyable. He knows now that connection makes sex even better. He and Prudii used to debate all the time about it, but he may have to tell his brother he was right. 

When he finally bottoms out, all three of you groan. You from the full feeling, Mereel from how tight you are, and Ordo from how you’re clenching so fucking perfectly around his cock, he’s scared he won’t be able to hold out. 

“Maker, you’re bigger than I thought.” You chuckle breathlessly, making both men smirk. 

“Never had any complaints before.” Mereel teases.

Ordo shoots him a “Really?” look and Mereel rolls his eyes. You can’t help but laugh.

“You both gotta move now… please.” You practically beg. 

Ordo and Mereel share a knowing look, as if they can read each other’s minds. Mereel pulls you up so that you’re sitting up and you groan as he reaches a new angle, wrapping his arms around your chest, holding you up while Ordo’s hands never leave your waist. 

“Still good?” Mereel checks.

“Maker, yes.” You groan, resting your head back against his shoulder. 

Ordo starts to thrust up into you as Mereel starts to pull out just to push back into you and you swear to the fucking Maker you see starts. Your moan is desperate at this point. One of Mereel’s hands finds your breast as his other holds you by the throat, his lips start pressing against your neck.

“You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good for us.” Mereel praises you. “Isn’t that right, Ordo?” You look down at Ordo who looks like he’s having some cosmic revelation. He can only nod, biting his lip. 

“Poor Ordo. Look what you’re doing to him.” Mereel bites your earlobe teasingly. “Pussy so fucking devine.” 

Your whimpers sound so pathetic to your own ears, but to them, you sound like an angel, made just for them. 

Mereel’s thrusts become sloppier, the more your hole clenches around his cock, he knows he’s not gonna last much longer. And neither is Ordo by the looks of it. 

Mereel guides you down to Ordo’s chest and starts slamming more unforgivingly into your asshole as you're bent in front of him. 

You start to look back at Mereel but Ordo’s hand around your throat prevents you from doing that, forcing you to kiss him. Not that you’re complaining. You can feel yourself clench both holes, making them both groan, your own moans mixing with them.

“Sound so fucking pretty. Maker.” Mereel groans, so close to the edge.

“Need her to cum again.” Ordo grabs your vibrator and turns it on again, handing it to Mereel. 

“You’re right, vod. Where are my manners?” Mereel smirks, pulling you back up against him, holding you up right as Ordo slams up into you, making you beg and plead for a release. 

Mereel holds the little toy to your clit again and you dig your nails into Ordo’s chest. 

“Oh fuck.” You moan loudly. 

“Atta girl, let it all out.” Mereel praises you.

You let out a string of curses as your edge nears again. Between the vibrator and both holes being filled, you feel like you’re going to explode. A warm feeling settles in your stomach and you know it’s coming. 

And so do they. 

“Osik.” Ordo curses, his eyes rolling back.

They both slam their cocks in and out of you and it’s a completely new euphoric feeling as the band inside you snaps and you feel something wet between your legs as you cum, screaming both of their names. 

Ordo immediately lets go next, his cum painting your walls, bruising your hip and one of your asscheeks from how hard he’s gripping onto you for dear life. Mereel falls over his edge last, his grip on your shoulder tight as he groans loudly. 

You fall to Ordo’s chest, breathing heavily. His arms circle around you as Mereel gently pulls out of you, gasping at the feeling as he falls back to sit on the bed. He watches as his cum drips out of your asshole, mixing with Ordo’s. 

Maker, he thinks to himself, rubbing a hand down his face. 

“Did I imagine things or did I squirt?” You let out a soft giggle.

“You definitely did not imagine that.” Mereel places a soft smack to your asscheek and you let out a soft yelp. “It was magnificent.”

“I’ve never done that before.” You tell them as you roll over onto your side in the crook of Ordo’s arm, looking down at Mereel at the foot of the bed.

Mereel hums and Ordo kisses you. 

“You’re absolutely incredible.” Ordo looks into your eyes, intently, hoping you can see just how much tonight means to him. 

Feelings aren’t Ordo’s area of expertise. Well, honestly, the same goes for Mereel. But they both find themselves feeling something for you that neither one of them are used to feeling. It scares both of them. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, cyar’ika.” Ordo says, sitting up and getting up.

You nod and let him drag you to the fresher, starting the bath water. Mereel trails behind the two of you. 

“Do you care if I use your shower?” Mereel asks, pulling you into his arms as Ordo starts the bath.

“Not at all.” You lean up and kiss him softly. “Will you guys… be staying the night?” 

“Would you like for us to?” Mereel hums. 

You nod. “I would. But… if you guys don’t do that sort of thing, I respect that.”

“I typically don’t.” Mereel admits, and then immediately feels bad when he sees your eyes fall to the ground. “But when I look at you,” He pulls your chin up to look into your eyes. “I can’t help but want to throw out all my bachelor rules.”

You let out a snort. “Bachelor rules?” He rolls his eyes, backing you up against the sink counter. You look up at him with parted lips and then realize he’s opening the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and grabbing some pain relievers. 

“Yeah… I don’t typically kiss the women I sleep with. I don’t stay the night. I don’t do ‘I love yous’. That kind of thing.” Mereel explains.

“But with me?” You take the pain relievers he hands you and swallow them. 

“But with you… something’s different.” He shrugs, leaning down to kiss you.

You think about his words for a moment. You can see the way they look at you. You know he must be telling the truth. 

“And you?” You smile at Ordo.

“Oh, I’m all in.” Ordo smirks.

“Such a loverboy.” Mereel rolls his eyes, playfully.

You slug Mereel in the shoulder and he chuckles. “I think it’s sweet.”

Ordo comes to you and pushes Mereel toward the shower. He kisses you sweetly and you know that this feeling that you have with these two isn’t going away anytime soon. Ordo guides you over toward the bath, getting in first so you can lean against his chest. You rest your head against his shoulder and let him do all the work as he cleans you. Not too long after, you start to feel your eyes drooping, exhaustion quickly settling in. 

“Alright, cyar’ika, let’s get you to bed.” Mereel helps you up out of the bath, wrapping a towel around you and helping dry you off. 

The shower starts to run again and you realize Ordo must be getting a shower now. The realization that he got in the bath just to help you sets in and you can’t help but feel… emotional? How could two men you just met care for you so much so quickly? It’s a scary thought. But also an incredibly nice one. You can see yourself quickly becoming attached to them as well, and caring for them just as much. 

Mereel helps you settle into bed and you realize he put his briefs back on which you give a soft complaint about, making him chuckle. You settle into the crook of his arm and quickly start to fall asleep, only waking up when Ordo gets into bed on the other side of you, throwing his arm gently over your torso. 

“You nervous?” Ordo asks Mereel softly, knowing his brother is still awake even though his eyes are closed.

“Yeah…” Mereel whispers. “But not for what you think I’m nervous about.” 

“Then, what?” Ordo asks, his eyes starting to drift shut.

“Hurting her.” Mereel sighs.

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ALL THAT'S STAR WARS MASTERLIST

Hi hello on my Star Wars blog. You can call me Moss or Kosh, and I'm here to deliver all the weird aus I make for this fandom

'*' means I am not proud of the drawing and it's old :>

(+snippet) means there's an additional piece of fanfic to match the artwork

THE BAD BATCH

Hybrid Bad Batch: Clone Force 99 are hybrids of Jango DNA and another sentient species. Trandoshan Hunter, Chiss Tech, Zygerrian Crosshair, Lasat Wrecker, and Diathim Omega -all that's chibi <3 | a peaceful nap | and a Bookmark -original (old) designs* -baby batch sleeping pile* -Baby batch squad photo -Baby Wrecker in Lula onesie -Wrecker's a show off (cadets)* -The Batch all grown up -nap in the sunlight -Crosshair got put in the air jail for scratching pilot seats -S1ep1 screenshot redraw -mission going wrong page 1 -Zygerrian mission going awful -Wrecker's bo-rifle -A nap after Wrecker got blown up -Hunter's chest scars -Crosshair vs the red dot -Tech and his pillow Wrecker -Tech helps Hunter with his molt -Snowy day with Omega and Hunter -Hunter protective over Omega -Crosshair's murder mittens and Wrecker's murder mittens

Mermaid AU: Four mers raised by a fisherman called 99, Lionfish Hunter, octopus Tech, Whale shark Wrecker, eel Crosshair. There are also the betta twins Fives and Echo, and manta ray Omega, but these three the batch meets after being captured by Admiral Rampart Ref Sheets: Tech | Omega | Hunter | Crosshair | Wrecker | Domino Twins and CHIBI BOOKMARK -How does Tech's underside look? -Baby Wrecker and 99 and part 2 (+snippet) -Doctor Nala Se and Omega -Kiddos Tech, Hunter and Crosshair -Wrecker meets Tech -Teens resting and 99 fishing on a warm afternoon -Hunter teaching Omega to swim in open waters -Crosshair in trouble + Mayday finding him -Hemlock and subject 9902 -An unrelated food pic and Hemlock eating it

Centaur Wild West AU: (i'll add explanation later) -Ref sheet for the Batchers -Wrecker vs Zygerrian hunters -Wrecker nad Lula napping

The Bad Batch x Detroit: Become Human: Android Force 99 is a team of four specialized androids that hunt down deviants -Ref photo -Wrecker saves Echo from humans -WR-993 protects TH-992 from bullets -Crosshair CS-994 kills his brother Tech the deviant TH-992 -Crosshair and Tech getting out of the Cyberlife building

Tantiss Batch: Hemlock once visited Kamino before the war, finding himself curious about four defective clones slated for decommissioning, all young and easy to mold. He took them as his side project, transporting the batch to his lab on Tantiss, where he raised them -Kiddos Wrecker and Tech -Wrecker and Tech, their brothers the night after rescue (+ snippet)

Fairy Batch: Fairies are born from normal insect eggs infused with a special elixir, their wings match whatever egg they hatched from Fairies that are born on the same day treat each other like brothers Each fairy picks a job in their community, hunters gathering food, defenders fighting birds and other dangers, and engineers creating new tools and other stuff -Ref sheet for the Batchers -Eepy batchers -Phee finds a surprise in a lab

Coraline AU: Omega and her family arrive at their new house, where she meets her other Brothers with buttons for eyes -Omega and other Tech (+ snippet)

LULA in all the AUs

CLONE WARS

Dragon Jedi AU (Fantasy medieval setting) The United Kingdoms of the Republic own all the dragons on their territory. When the Confederacy of independent Kingdoms began a war against the Republic, the Kingdom of Mandalore provided their soldiers; the princes of the house of Mereel being the leaders. Every battalion was given a dragon to fight alongside them, and during the time spent together the soldiers realised that the creatures were as smart as humans and kept against their will Which one can you pet? ANAKIN Ref sheet | and Fox | in harness | OBI-WAN Ref sheet+ Ahsoka | and Cody | PLO Ref sheet | and Wolfee | AAYLA Ref sheet | and Bly | KIT Ref sheet | and Monnk | MACE Ref sheet | and Ponds | QUINLAN Ref sheet | and Fox | QUI GON Ref sheet | MAUL, ASAJJ, and MOTHER TALZIN Ref sheet other dragons

Mecha AU: Kaminoas created an army of droids for the Republic. 10-15 meters tall, perfect in combat, and have suspiciously advanced AI. It is located in tubes filled with thick, red liquid, which, if not cracked or destroyed, can be transported into a new metal body. Some of the mechas are modified so that the Jedi can pilot them from the inside, with the commander and the general working together. -Rex and Cody* -Anakin and Rex -Blank trooper design

Non-connected Rexwalker drawings

Medically mandated comforting pressure Rexwalker week 2023 Vampire AU Vaderkin exchange: Massive Mer Ani and Rex

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tell us moooore about the mudhorn babies!!!

Yes! Yesyesyesyes, ask me more about the babies!💞

The babies are a part of my Dad!Mand'alor!Din x Jedi!Reader series called Expanding Clan Mudhorn

Grogu no longer hangs in Din's bag/carrier, he's now riding with Mirshka in her little backpack.

Grogu is now enrolled in a space kindergarten and the fridge is full of the drawings he brings home from school.

He's also been terrorizing the frog population in the pond behind their home.

Grogu's first word is buir and Din isn't shy to admit that he BAWLED.

The kids can see the old Mand’alor's force ghosts. Aranar is Jaster Mereel's favorite, Mirshka is Tarre Vizsla's.

Aranar once stole the darksaber and he messed up the ignition, cutting half of his hair. He wears helmets everywhere for two weeks.

Just like Din, Aranar is not painting his armor.

Mirshka wants a vod'ika for her life day present (Din is encouraging her).

She wants her vod'ika to be called tra'cyuur.

"No, Din, I don't care if she sulks, we're not naming our baby 'blaster'."

You and Din finally settled on Kote, and Kote is perfect. Kote is a sweet baby who can never do wrong.

Aranar is three years older than Mirshka. Mirshka is two years older than Kote.

The Djarin genes are way too strong and the babies looks exactly like their buir.

Aranar always wins the sword-fight sparring sessions.

Mirshka is very strong in the living force, she even befriended the Mythosaur under the Living Waters of Mandalore.

Kote is the best shooter out of the four kids. Aranar has known no peace since his brother started shooting nerf-gun around the house.

Boba teaches Aranar to swear. Aranar then teaches Mirshka. Rid'ika threatens everyone that she will go dark if Kote started to swear too.

Din is Mirshka's favorite person in the whole galaxy.

Rid'ika is Aranar's.

Kote and Grogu baby talks to each other. No one knows what they're talking about, yet the two babies are giggling like a couple of maniacs.

Fenn'buir would steal the kids away and return them all muddy and smelly, much to your chagrin. At least they always sleep soundly after roughhousing with their ba'buir (grandfather).

One time, Din finally said "fuck this" and gave the darksaber to an eight years old Aranar. The boy led the court for one day (with your guidance, of course) while Din played hooky and took the rest of the kids flying all over Mandalore.

Aranar gave the council a fourty five minutes nap break. With just one day of ruling, Aranar is now known as Mand’alor the Kriffing Best.

Din was then banished to the couch for two days.

Thank you for this anon, this is the most fun I've had since writing this series. I hope you love the kids! 💞

Questions and requests are always open!

[wanderinginksplot]

Voices Carry

Mereel seeks advice.

Eventual Mereel Skirata x fem!reader pairing.

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1200

Warnings: Attempted espionage, discussions of assassination, implied threats.

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Part Five

His brothers were the smartest people Mereel knew, but he had still been reluctant to ask their advice. 

For six men who were - according to the galaxy at large - identical, the Null troopers displayed a full swath of personalities with varying levels of pragmatism. Mereel had known they were going to have different opinions on how they should proceed, but he hadn’t expected quite as much blame as he was currently getting. 

“I thought you said you could get the information without a problem,” Kom’rk pointed out. “This sounds a lot like a problem, vod.”

“The problem isn’t the slicing,” Mereel explained again, striving for a patient tone. He failed. “The problem is Julgum’s secretary.”

A’den snorted. “The kaminii wasted their talents on you. One human female and you’re out of ideas.”

“Not out of ideas,” Mereel rejected immediately. “Just trying to figure out how to deal with such an ori'buyce, kih'kovid civvie without attracting the wrong kind of attention. I’ve never seen anyone take such a pointless job so seriously.”

“As much as I hate to point out the obvious-” Jaing starting, pausing to let the muffled laughs from the other Nulls fade. Everyone knew Jaing loved the little details, especially when he was picking up on things the others had missed. “Like I was saying, you’ve already spoken to her. That means you have access to the office. Doesn’t that mean you can slice in to pull the data at any point?”

Mereel scowled. "No. The paranoid chakaar has his system rigged to defend against that. Doubt if it's on purpose, but his office is on a different circuit than the comms in his reception area."

"So the only way to access his files is to convince the secretary to patch you through," Prudii summarized, frowning. "And even if she was amenable toward letting people talk to Julgum, she has to be getting suspicious by now."

"Exactly." There didn't seem to be much more he could add to that, but Mereel desperately wanted to. The failure of his efforts stung, and he was struggling to keep back the panic that always rose up with a failure to complete his mission. Kal'buir had worked to remove that sting, to reassure the Nulls that they still had worth even if a task were beyond them. Sometimes, those first few brutal years of life rose up anyway, refusing to grant Mereel a moment of peace.

"I think you're overlooking the simplest solution, ner vod," Ordo told him, tapping the table decisively.

In a moment, Mereel's melancholy had melted away, replaced by the fire of his friendly rivalry with Ordo. 

"Yeah?" he challenged. "I've been working on a solution for the better part of a week. But sure, tell me the brilliant plan you've already cooked up." 

"I think it's time that Julgum's secretary had a little accident," Ordo told him, gaze steady. "Easy enough to arrange, especially if we pick someone to set up as a scapegoat. Not Julgum, obviously. We want him available for our questioning after it's done-" 

"No."

Mereel's flat refusal made Ordo stop short, the other Nulls staring at them both. For all that his failure bothered Mereel, it bothered him almost as much to think about you being hurt or killed because of your incidental position working for the di'kutla senator. Especially since you didn't seem overly enthused by your boss.

And Ordo had seemed to consider it a foregone conclusion. He had planned your disposal, started thinking about who to blame, and moved on to the eventuality of questioning Julgum for his information. 

Mereel couldn't do it. Not to you, even if you were nothing more than a random stranger from a chance encounter. 

He also couldn't begin to articulate the tangle of his motivations to his curious brothers. Instead, he invented a few believable explanations as he spoke.

"We don't want to draw any more attention than necessary to Julgum and his office, especially after the attack on Coruscant," Mereel told them. “It’ll get blamed on the Separatists and I don’t want to deal with the scrutiny. It might even get people wondering if Julgum has important information, then we’ll have competition for it.”

“Worried about the Guard, Mer’ika?” Skirata asked from the doorway, a fond smile softening his craggy face. He hadn’t spoken much, but Mereel could tell he was listening intently. “Or CSF?”

“I’m not worried - I’m concerned,” Mereel corrected. “We’re good, but I won’t set us up to question Julgum while he’s under Senate protection. Too much attention, and I don’t want to take that risk. Not with this.”

That, at least, seemed to quell any suspicions his brothers may have held. The mission to find Ko Sai was at a standstill, so gathering information about the cloning process had taken priority. 

“Do we even think Julgum has anything?” Prudii asked. 

It was probably the dozenth time Mereel had been asked the same question, but there was no impatience in him. Not when Prudii’s voice had held the subtlest-possible request for assurance. The Nulls had always protected each other, even before Kal’buir came into their lives. 

“I don’t know,” he told his brother. “All I can say is that I think it’s worth checking out. I’ve found more important intel in less likely places.”

Prudii nodded slowly, echoes of the movement trailing around the crowd of Null troopers. His honesty had seemed to put everyone at ease, but there was still a feeling of tension lingering in the room. Mereel decided to break it. 

Mereel tucked his hands into his belt and gave his most exaggerated grin. “I remember one time-”

Ordo interrupted him with a loud groan a moment later. “I cannot listen to the Venestria story again. You’ve told it at least fifty times.”

With a rude noise, Mereel told him, “You’re just bitter because your girlfriend sees more action than you do, lately.”

If Mereel hadn’t already been grinning, he would have done so at his brother’s reaction. Ordo’s face grew flushed, his gaze flicking from Mereel’s face to the table in front of him. It was back in place a millisecond later, but that may as well have been a lifetime. Mereel noticed everything. From everyone. All the time. 

Ordo cleared his throat. “Agent Wennan is very proficient at performing the duties of her job.”

Mereel repeated his rude noise, this time joined by several of the other Nulls. The best was Kal’buir’s quiet sigh. His voice was filled with disappointment as he said, “You know her name, son.”

If Mereel had thought Ordo was flustered before, it was nothing compared to his reaction to outright censure from Sergeant Kal. 

Ordo’s apologies were waved away by Skirata, whose expression had gone from discontented to considering. Kal’s light eyes cut toward Mereel, lips pursed in thought. Mereel met that gaze steadily, waiting for the sergeant to speak. 

At last, Kal’buir said, “If you can win her over, son, we could do worse than to have a contact inside the Senate.” 

As far as Mereel was concerned, that was as good as an order.

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Author's Note - In case anyone is wondering, this is loosely set between Republic Commando: Triple Zero and Republic Commando: True Colors. Thanks for reading!

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[wizardofrozz]

Learning to Trust

Ordo Skirata x reader, mention of Mereel and Kal Skirata

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: swearing, mention of war, mostly just fluff

A/N: I got punched in the face with this idea and amazed myself with how fast I wrote it lmao hope you enjoy! ❤️

jagyc’kovid: dickhead

shabuir: motherfucker

It was peaceful. The gentle undercurrent of the water rocked the Aay’han, reminding you of a mother rocking her newborn. The co-pilot seat wasn’t the most comfortable but if you sat at an angle, your feet resting on the control panel, you could let your muscles relax enough that you could possibly nap. Your eyes followed the bright, glimmering aquatic life that swam past, watching them shimmer in the sunlight that streamed through the water. The Aay’han was floating off the coast of the capital city, waiting for Sergeant Skirata and Mereel to com for a pickup. 

You had been undercover for the Republic for…a long time, gathering intel about the manufacturing of Separatist droids. Life had been fairly normal, well as normal as it could be for a Republic spy until a certain Mandalorian and his small squad of clones came crashing through your front door. Literally. You glanced at the pilot’s chair, the corner of your lips lifting. 

Ordo was stretched out in the chair beside you, his long legs crossed at the ankles. His arms were folded over his chest, his head tipped forward until his chin nearly touched his chest. His empty Mandalorian helmet sat on the floor beside his chair and every once in a while, you could hear faint, staticky voices floating from inside. The muted shimmer of the water threw a faint glow over his face; Ordo looked peaceful, his usually tense expression slack, his eyes closed. 

He was sleeping. You muffled a chuckle against the back of your hand, carefully lowering your feet to the floor. The co-pilot chair groaned as you stood and you paused, half-standing, to dart your eyes back towards Ordo. He huffed heavily through his nose but otherwise didn’t move. 

It took a few minutes of rustling through cabinets as quietly as possible, having to stop a few times when you made too much noise before you finally found a blanket. It smelled a bit musty but it would do. You unfolded it on your back to the cockpit, smirking at Ordo’s sleeping form before you carefully draped the blanket over him. He shifted lazily, his brow wrinkling for a moment and you stood a little straighter and held your breath. Ordo’s lashes fluttered, his dark glassy eyes taking a moment to focus but they quickly lifted to where you stood over him. 

“Sorry to wake you,” you murmured with an apologetic smile. 

“Wasn’t sleepin’,” Ordo grumbled, dragging himself into a sitting position. The furrow between his brows deepened as he looked down at the blanket pooling in his lap. There was an odd look on his face, one you had seen occasionally in the time you’d spent with him. The innocent, almost confused expression always made your heart ache and it was even worse when he tilted his head back to look up at you. 

“I thought you’d be more uncomfortable,” you explained, gesturing to the blanket as you leaned against the back of his chair. Ordo nodded slowly, absently rubbing the fabric between his gloved fingers. “You can try and go back to sleep if you’d like.”

Ordo somehow looked more tense than usual for a moment, before dropping his eyes to the blanket again. “Alright.” For some reason, it surprised you; accidentally falling asleep was one thing but this showed that he trusted you enough to willingly let himself rest. 

“Hm, you must really trust me,” you teased. Ordo turned in his chair again and you were suddenly aware of how close he was, his face close enough that you could see the faint freckles on his cheeks. Ordo was always intense but the way he looked at you, bright brown eyes smoldering, made your stomach somersault. 

“I do.” He spoke softly like it was a secret but there was no uncertainty in his voice. Your breath caught when he smiled, crooked and boyish, disarmingly charming without even trying. Sometimes you wondered if he was aware of it but based on some of the more…awkward encounters you’d had with him, you were pretty sure it was natural. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, meaning it wholeheartedly. Ordo’s smile started to fade but you didn’t miss the way his eyes darted down to your mouth, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he forced his gaze elsewhere. He cleared his throat quietly and when his eyes found yours again you caught the muted anxiety that flashed across his face. 

You had no idea where the confidence came from that had you leaning down, bringing your face even closer to his. Ordo tensed but didn’t pull away, letting the strained silence linger. A shiver zipped up your spine when he tilted his head slowly, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. He paused, leaving almost no space between you and him and you could feel his slow, rhythmic breathing against your chin. 

“Can I?” he asked softly. 

“Please.” 

A soft gasp filled the air when he closed the space and you weren’t sure if you made the sound or if he had. The kiss was hesitant, neither of you moving for a moment until one of his large hands closed around your bicep and you melted against him, sighing through your nose. It was clear Ordo didn’t have much experience but he didn’t seem to mind following your lead. He inhaled sharply when your tongue swept over his bottom lip but he quickly caught on, parting his lips. 

The low groan from deep in his chest made you shiver, a hand coming to cup the back of his head, your fingers threading through his soft curls. 

“Ord’ika? You read me?” You and Ordo jumped so hard at the familiar voice that your heads knocked together, each of you quickly reaching up to rub the now-aching spot. Ordo growled through clenched teeth, twisting around to punch a button on the control panel; despite the pain blooming across your forehead, you barely stifled a laugh. 

“What?” he snapped, glaring at the blue hologram that popped up. Mereel tilted his head, arching a brow but there was the hint of a smirk on his face. 

“What’d you do to your head?”

“None of your business, jagyc’kovid. What d’ya want?” 

“Pickup would be nice,” Mereel sighed with a shrug. He glanced over his shoulder with a badly hidden smirk and winked at who you assumed was Kal. 

“Send coordinates,” Ordo grumbled, ending the call without letting Mereel respond. “Shabuir.”

You giggled, biting your lip when Ordo threw a narrow-eyed look in your direction. “Come on, let’s go get them.” 

“Should leave 'em,” Ordo huffed, rubbing his forehead one last time before dropping his hands to the panel again and starting the flight sequence. The smile that spread across your face was fonder than you thought possible and you leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss on his cheek. You settled into the co-pilot chair, glancing over at him again with a smirk.  

Ordo refused to look at you but there was no denying that his cheeks were a little redder than before. 

Ragu list:

@a-single-tulip @wings-and-beskar @anxiouspineapple99 @dystopicjumpsuit @secondaryrealm @sunshinesdaydream @moonlightwarriorqueen @msmeredithrose @starrylothcat @starqueensthings @multi-fan-dom-madness @wolffegirlsunite @clonemedickix @sev-on-kamino

[queen--kenobi]

Control (2019)

Control by @annachibi (Jesse Faden/Emily Pope)

House of the Dragon

Sweet Mother by @lya-dustin (Rhaenyra/Alicent)

Upon His Brother's Table by @thought--bubble (Aemond x reader, dub-con)

Star Wars

Make Me, Master by @pickleprickle (sith!Obi-wan Kenobi x reader)

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Table sex gate 2k24 art by @merlyn-bane (Captain Rex/Obi-wan Kenobi, Commander Cody/Obi-wan Kenobi, Captain Rex/Obi-wan Kenobi/Commander Cody)

Want to Use You (Want to Get Used by You) by @siderealdei (Jaster Mereel/Savage Oppress)

[fandom-friday]

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

👾 = 18+ content

Fics:

The Clone Wars: 👾 Second Chances (Commander Wolffe x f!Reader) by @cyarbika Where Your Road Leads (Fives x f!Reader) by @coffeeandbatboys How to Rest (Ahsoka Tano x Barriss Offee) by @machinerismsx Till Stars Break by @saggitary

The Bad Batch: You're Calling Me Home Like a Ship That Got Wrecked by @the-bi-space-ace How Long Will it Take for You to Learn to Slow Down? by @saturn-sends-hugs High Times by @skellymom

Republic Commando: 👾 Chocolate (Mereel Skirata x f!Reader) by @the-rain-on-kamino

Batman: A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne by @maccreadysbaby

Fire Emblem: Three Houses: Those Who Can't Teach by mixedvalence (AO3)

Art:

The Clone Wars: Cody and Rex Selfie by @journen

The Bad Batch: Inner Peace by @pinkplantz

Rebels: Agent Kallus Art by @cameoliob

Andor: Maarva Andor Art by @kabuki-draws

Horizon Forbidden West: Kotallo Art by @han-ban-bam

The Locked Tomb Series: Gideon the Ninth Art by @themaybug

Critical Role: Fjord and Jester Art by @zhellers

Call of Duty: La Cucaracha by @purgetrooperfox

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

My little OrdoMaze art collection in one place <333

「Dynamic of Ordo and Maze」[Snippet]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 18/09/2023| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | They are awkward af | Start of my brainrot for them | 

「I don’t deserve you」[COMIC]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP |28/11/2023| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Ship prompt | Prompt | Hurt & Comfort | Ordo is spiraling but Maze comforts him. In his own way. | 

「When your boyfriend is a bookworm」[ART] 

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 10/01/2024| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Fluff | 

「Erotic Dice Game with the Di’kutla couple」[ART]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 14/01/2024| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Maze wants to try an erotic game and Ordo is going psycho again | I swear they are in love, they told me!

「Maze’s fictional crush died :((((((」  [ART]

ORDO X MAZE CLONESHIP 31/01/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Sketchbook | Ordo is a jealous one, jealous even about fictional lovers |

「Fuck you, Maze」 [COMIC]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 02/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Sketchbook | Ordo is a menace |

「You were late, now suffer the consequences」 [COMIC]

18+ ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 04/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | I’m obsessed with juicy alpha-class thighs, your honour | The art goes to an SFW tumblr post so from there you can decide if you want to see Maze’s juicy alpha-class thighs yourself by clicking on the AO3 link |

「He asked for no onions」 [ART]

Ordo x Maze CLONESHIP 19/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | They are both awkward. Period. | 

「Tactical smooch」 [ART]

19/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Kissing | Mentions of homophobia, mentions of clonecest phobia | This is a companion-art to He Asked for No Onions. When I started to being active, I swore that every anti-cloneship hate post/comment I get, I’ll do kissing clones and tag the haters under it. Ok, I won’t do such things because I don’t want my ship art about boys being soft be tainted with fandombullshit all the time. You don’t mess with Mamuzzy, they are going to cry!!! (and becomes a vengeful spirit, lol) |

「It’s safe under the blanket」 [ART]

Ordo x Maze CLONESHIP 20/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Wholesome fluffness I think they pretty much sleep like this~ | 

「O Ordo, Ordo wherefore art thou Ordo」[ART]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 20/02/2024 | Alpha-26 Maze | Maze is daydreaming in the office | Romeo and Juliet parody | 

「They are so stupidly in love I just can’t」 [ART]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP |01/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Received a very kind ask <3 | 

「It is not socially acceptable to throw up in the alleys of Coruscant」 [FIC] + [AO3]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 08/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Kissing prompt | They are drunk as fuck | 

「Just let me boil in my water a little longer」 [FIC]

ORDO X MAZE CLONESHIP 14/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Kissing prompt | It’s actually just a post with the AO3 link and I think I will keep this format when uploading fics from now on. |

「Maze, Ordo and books」 [HEADCANON]

ORDO x MAZE MAZE x BOOKS :DDD CLONESHIP 17/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Headcanon | Maze is a booklover. | 

「Why cat shaped if not a cat?」[COMIC]

29/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze, Arligan Zey, Commander Fox | Ordo is cat-coded for me. |

「BOOP!!!! Part I」 [COMIC]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 12/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Maze uses vile tactics against the Null to deescalate their usual tense encounter |

「It's not for customers, I promise!」 [COMIC]

14/04/2024 | Alpha-26 Maze, Kal Skirata, Ordo Skirata, Mereel Skirata, Prudii Skirata | Restaurant!AU | Based on this post. | WARNING: Under the cut there is a comic with cartoon violence, blood and dead body depicted in comically goreish situation. |

「Your eyes are shit」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 17/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Wanted to draw something wholesome with them, or at least, something cute-couple thing to do <3 | Also I'll never get bored of Maze having glasses |

「BOOP! Part II」 [COMIC]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 21/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata | Ordo had a few sleepless night after that incident |

「OrdoMaze: Rimming」 [ART]

18+ ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 23/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | The only they don't fight is when they have sex, and Ordo is especially losing any will to bicker when Maze giving him a rimjob |

「He attacc he protecc but most importantly he stalks」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 15/06/2024 | Captain Maze, Ordo Skirata | Ordo being an adorable little creep but Maze doesn't mind |

「An interactive OrdoMaze story」 [Ficlet]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 15/06/2024 | Captain Maze, Ordo Skirata | I intend to continue this. | CW: stalking |

「Spiteful Kiss」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 14/07/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze, Kal Skirata, Mereel Skirata, Jaing Skirata | Prompt: Spiteful kiss | What is more spiteful than kissing your boyfriends who hides you from his dad and brothers? |

「Trust」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 20/07/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Ordo is a jealous person and his intrusive thoughts about killing Maze are not helping | Based on song |

「Lopott könyvek」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 22/07/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | A song inspired me and had to draw them being softies |

[vodika-vibes]

Hi again, hope you’ve been well! I just wanted to see if I could please ask for a hurt/comfort fic with either an alpha arc or a null, your choice of who specifically. One where reader is an informant of some kind, but they end up getting caught and interrogated before trooper of choose comes to the rescue. When they do maybe reading is having a panic attack after being severely injured. Thanks and happy writing!

Abandon Ship

Summary: You’re a member of the Republic Strategic Information Service (SIS) though you’re not a high ranking member, in fact, you’re not supposed to be doing field operations at all. However, when your supervisor orders you into Separatist space, your options are follow orders or lose your job. You manage to get off one coded message to Ordo before you’re captured. And all you can do is hope that he’ll come.

Pairing: Ordo Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1802

Warnings: Torture

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Sorry that this took so long! I think I have several other requests from you as well. I feel so bad that it took me so long to get to this one. Anyway, I chose Ordo because I love him, though it was a toss-up between Ordo and Mereel, but given the subject matter, I thought Ordo would be a better fit than Mereel. I hope you like it!

You huff out a near silent groan of pain as you slowly, and painfully, uncurl from the protective ball that you curled yourself into when the interrogator came into the room.

Eventually, they’ll figure that you genuinely don’t know anything.

You’re smart enough to know that when they do figure that out, it’s game over for you.

For a moment, you lay on your back on the frigid, dirty, and wet floor. Trying to work up the will to get to your feet, or at least to crawl over to the “bed” that you were supplied when you were thrown in here.

Calling it a proper bed would be an insult to beds everywhere.

It’s little more than a thin mat with some ratty blankets thrown on top. But it’s slightly more comfortable than the concrete you’re actively laying on.

Slowly you press your arm over your eyes and try to ignore the burning in your eyes (tears will not help this situation) and the stabbing pain around your ribs.

You shouldn’t be in this position at all. You’re an analyst, not a field agent. There’s no reason for you to be anywhere but on Coruscant, or maybe a warship. You definitely should not be on Raxus.

You shouldn’t be in Separatist space at all.

You cringe at the sound of someone screaming further down the hall, at least you’re not alone in here.

It doesn’t make you feel any better.

Finally the throbbing in your chest and abdomen fades enough that you’re willing to slowly push yourself to your feet, and drag yourself to the bed on the other side of your cell.

All you can do now, you’re only option, is hope that someone will come for you. Either another member of the SIS, or maybe Ordo will answer your panicked, and heavily encrypted, message.

And if he doesn’t...well, you’ll die here. And no one will ever know what happened to you.

This time, as you roll onto your side so you’re not facing the door, you don’t bother to stop your tears.

It’s been...you aren’t sure how long. Longer than a week, definitely. But you don’t have an exact number of days that you’ve been on Raxus. It’s intentional, you’re sure.

Or, maybe not. The people holding you don’t seem to be all that proficient at the more psychological aspect of torture. Though they’re more than proficient in the more physical aspects.

Your shoulders twinge painfully as your arms are twisted behind your back, and heavy binders are snapped around your wrists, and magnetized to the chair you’re sitting on.

It’s uncomfortable, boarding on painful. And mixed with the staggering number of bruises you’re nursing, not to mention the open lacerations that have been prevents from healing due to your captors rubbing actual salt into your wounds, and the fact that your captor decided that using a whip on you was the best way to get you to work with them-

Yeah. You’re not having a good time.

Honestly, if you weren’t in so much pain, it’d almost be laughable. It’s like they read a storybook on how to be the most cliche villain ever, and are following it like a checklist.

“So,” You slowly lift your gaze to the man standing in front of you. He’s a massive human, and honestly looks like he should be modeling for GQ rather than being an interrogator. “You have been here for almost a month. And you haven’t even told us your name.”

You just blink at him and a flash of irritation crosses his face.

He walks over to you and grabs a fistful of your hair, before roughly jerking your head back, “All of this can stop, if you just work with us rather than against us.”

Once again, you just blink at him.

He growls and releases your hair, “Fine.” He walks away from you and turns to the men standing near the door, your personal torturers. Although, you’re pretty sure that one of them is new.

It’s kind of hard to tell, since they’re both completely covered in armor.

“Start removing appendages, start with her fingers.” He looks at you, “Remember, girl, you brought this on yourself.” And then he’s gone, and you’re alone with your old friends.

One of the men walks over to you and presses a button, releasing the heavy binders, and then his boot slams hard into your chest, knocking you and the chair over, and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“This one,” He drawls, “is stubborn. Hasn’t said a damned word since we found her. Though we do know that she’s SIS. I doubt this is gonna work like the boss thinks, but I’m happy to try.”

He walks over to you and slams his boot down on your chest again, pulling a pained gasp from you, as you struggle to catch your breath and from the pain. He lifts his boot long enough that you’re able to catch your breath, and kicks you in the side to roll you over.

“You like your job then.” The new guy says, and you’re at least aware enough to note that you recognize the voice. It’s familiar though you can’t quite pinpoint why it’s familiar.

“Course I do.” The man who kicked you kneels next to you, “These holier than thou pubbie assholes deserve everything that they get. You’ll learn.” He draws a, almost comically, large knife and lazily presses the tip against your cheek.

The knife is sharp, sharp enough that it doesn’t hurt as much as it could as it cuts into the skin of your cheek. You bite your tongue hard enough that you can taste metal.

He pulls the knife away from your face and jerks your arm out to examine your fingers, “I think...I’ll start with the thumb.” There’s something gleefully cruel in his voice, and your eyes snap shut as he presses the blade against the base of your thumb—

—And then there’s the sound of a blaster being fired, and the sound of something heavy falling to the floor.

Your eyes open when you feel large hands on your shoulders, encouraging you to sit up. And you peer up at the new guy who’s kneeling over you. You want to lean away from him, to press yourself against the wall, but you just don’t have the strength to do anything anymore.

He’s silent for a moment, and then reaches up and pulls off the helmet.

You blink at him. Once, twice, three times. Sure that your eyes are playing tricks on you.

“...Ordo?” Your voice is raspy from disuse.

His dark eyes scan your face for a moment, before he brings his gloved hand up to press soothingly against your cheek, “Sorry I’m late, mesh’la.”

“I...I didn’t think anyone was coming.” You admit as your hands, bruised and bloodied, come up to wrap around his wrists.

“Well, I wasn’t supposed to. The orders we were given were very clear.” Ordo says with narrowed eyes, “You were to be written off as a lost asset.”

It feels like a giant hand wraps around your lungs and squeezes tightly. Oh, you think absently, there’s the panic attack.

“Hey, hey,” Ordo’s other hand presses against your cheek, trying to draw your focus, “You’re safe now. I was never going to leave you behind. We’re going to get you safe and home. And you’re never going back to the SIS.”

Ordo sounds like he’s miles away.

“Kriff, cyar’ika, keep your eyes open-”

He looks worried.

The world around you starts going gray at the edges, and you try to open your mouth to reassure him that you’re fine, but the world goes dark. And, for the first time in ages, you don’t feel any pain.

You wake to the sound of a heart monitor beeping in your ear, and the scent of bacta in your nose.

The lights are dimmed, which you notice as you slowly blink your eyes open. And as you turn your head, you see that Ordo is asleep in a chair next to the bed you’re laying in, his feet propped up on the edge of the bed.

He looks tired.

Slowly you try to sit up, but a sharp pain makes you hiss, and his eyes snap open and land on you immediately, “What are you doing?” He drops his feet and leans in to encourage you to lay back, “You shouldn’t move.”

“Was going to look for a blanket for you,” You admit sheepishly.

Ordo sighs softly, his large hand coming up to brush some of your hair out of your face, “Well, don’t. You haven’t been in a bacta tank yet.”

“I haven’t?”

“No, you have an infection and it needs to be cleared before we can stick you in a tank.” He still looks worried, “You weren’t supposed to wake up yet.” Ordo adds.

“Sorry-”

“Don’t be.” His hand moves to your cheek, to trace the bandage that you can feel there, “I’m glad that you’re awake. You scared me, cyare. I thought you were going to die in my arms.”

You feel a surge of guilt, “Sorry.”

“Not your fault.” He scans your face for a moment, and there’s a glimmer of sadness. Ordo’s fingers ghost over bruises, and against your lips, “My vod’e thought I was going to have a heart attack when we managed to decrypt your message.” He admits, “Cyar’ika, what were you doing in Separatist space?”

You blink at him, “I was following orders.” You say against his fingers.

Ordo’s fingers stop moving, and something cold slides across his face, “Come again?”

“My supervisor ordered me to Raxus for a field mission,” You clarify, “He said if I didn’t do it I’d lose my job.” You stare at him, “Why did you think I went to Raxus?”

“...your supervisor said that you defected from the Republic.”

Panic washes through you and you can hear the heart monitor start racing, “I didn’t! I wouldn’t! I had orders! I-”

“Hey. Hey, hey.” Ordo’s hands are so gentle against your face and the ice in his gaze thaws into something warmer, and for you alone, “I believe you. None of us believed what we were told. You need to calm down.” He doesn’t pull his hands away even after your panic subsides, “I’ll tell the others to do some digging, but we’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

“...Thank you for coming after me.” You whisper.

He leans in and presses a light kiss against your forehead, “You can thank me by getting some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“On my life.”

You release a quiet sigh. “I love you, Ordo.”

Finally, a small smile crosses his face, “I love you too, cyare.”

[lilolilyr]

Fic rec time! Star Wars: Obi Wan x Jaster Mereel

'The Temporary Temple Guards': 60+k, by RoosjeM on Ao3, not rated, prequel trilogy

Summary: It was a widely known fact within the Temple, that the Temple Guards stationed at the Coruscant Temple were experiencing a ‘shortage’ at the moment. Seeing as Knights were sent out to complete missions and went on protective details, they were also the Corp that was responsible for the Temple Guards.

“I may have an issue.”

“What is it?”

“I have a youngling in front of me. There is no one else around and I am pretty sure he’s Mandalorian, and he's lost.”

Or: it’s Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi’s turn to be a Temporary Temple Guard and of course one of his past missions comes back to haunt him.

It's quite canon-divergent from even before the fic timeline starts, the author sums it up quite well in a note on chapter 2:

"Korda VI happened differently, Galidraan didn't happen but Mandalorians and Jedi have not been in contact so all they really know about each other is galaxy wide rumours and their troubled history [...].

I moved Obi-Wan's timeline up. [...] the Missions to Mandalore [was] his last missions as a Padawan in this fic (meaning he's early twenties when he is there). The Naboo mission is not a thing.

Jaster [...] writes the Supercommando Codex earlier. His Haat'ade were only starting to gain allies which eventually led to the Clan Wars.

Jango is younger as well because I think baby-Jango is top tier comedy."

This fic is so good, I'm trying to follow it along despite my usual modus operandi with wips being either a) ignore it till it's finished or abandoned or b) read what's written then forget about it forever, because i just don't have a good enough memory to know what fic it is whenever sth updates...

I just re-read the first ten chapters (because, again, no memory) and summarized them all so in the future once the fic updates, or if I don't read the next chapters in one go, I can just read my summary instead to remember where I'm at - when I wanted to continue my summary on my bookmark for c11-16, I ran out of character space! So I'm continuing it here on tumblr instead :)

Feel free to save this post if you are also following the fic along as it's written and have the same memory problems as I have :) if you aren't up to date with the latest chapters yet, beware the spoilers below the cut!

~~~ continue reading ~~~

C1

Obi & Quinlan are temporary assigned as guards bc of a staff shortage

A Mandalorian kid is lost, sees a man in armor & asks for help, not caring that it's a Jedi, not a Mandalorian! Obi brings him to little keldabe as taking him to the temple could cause an international incident, breaking pretty much all Guard rules apart from the vow of silence which he keeps the entire time.

In Little Keldabe he is threatened with weapons but not harmed because the kid is in the way. Once the kid's Buir shows up (Jaster, though he doesn't recognize him), Obi escapes through the sewers.

C2

Flashback: obi's mission on mandalore! Satine and the new mandalorians are a bother, Obi-Wan doesn't like their fake-pacifist weak ways, he wants to join with the Haat'ade for his and Satine's protection. They go by Ben and Tina for anonymity.

Present day: Jaster POV: on Coruscant for peace talks the Senate asked for, he hates the planet. When guards lose Jango he's even more pissed and ofc worried.

"You saved the squad that just so ended up being the current Mand’alor’s squad.” Quinlan remembers about Obi-Wan's time on Mandalore.

There's video footage of Obi bringing Jango to little Keldabe, so the mandos see (and Jaster thinks Obi seems familiar), and the Jedi find out- obe's not worried about the council because 'Yoda felt guilty for all the kark Obi-Wan had to go through under Qui-Gon Jinn’s care since he was the one that pushed them together.'

Turns out the council isn't too pissed anyway because his stunt improved the image of Temple Guards quite a lot. He's still asked not to repeat it.

C3

Jaster's mandos observe the temple looking for obi-wan. Jango also wants to find 'his Aran'.

Obi-stays temporary guard with Feemor, and they have lineage tea with Dooku, who's quite nice if you get to know him better.

The Temple Guards bring the lurking mandos datapads: subtly and threateningly telling them to piss off.

Flashback: obi on Mandalore with his late adopted dad Bardan Jusik of House Skirata (Kal's uncle btw), learning about armor.

C4

Overtired obi in Guard armor (& hidden Mando vambraces) after his shift stumbles across visiting Jaster, they fight and Jaster takes off his helmet to reveal - they knew each other, friends when Obi was on mandayaim

More flashbacks of the haat'ade, mentions that Qui-Gon left obi behind and did a shit job at mentoring in general, and more flashback to how Obi became Ben be aliit Jusik of House Skirata: Bardan offered to adopt him, asked him to consider becoming haat'ade. The Goran had figured out he was jettii and offered armor anyway. He also became close to alor Jaster, into the inner circle of the Haat'ade.

C7

Flashback: Jaster x Obi get together ♡

When death watch attacks, Obi-wan fought back with his lightsaber. Bardan's death by darksaber was blamed on him by the Skiratas and he named Dar'manda. Obi took Satine and left without telling Jaster goodbye. To

Present day: Jaster tells him he should have come to him to clear it all up, that he would have protected him, that he loves Obi-Wan/Ben and doesn't think their time was a lie, that he wants to get to know Obi-Wan properly now.

C8

Jaster tells Obi that his buir Barden lived! The Skiratas have been looking for him all this time.

The mandos are offered lodgings in the temple (bc Jaster and Obi are taking so long in Obi's rooms xD) they recognize Feemor as the threat/message bringer bc he 'moves the same'. Feemor is freaked out by this.

Barden POV: he is impatient, not having heard from the mandalorians on Coruscant since they went to the temple. He and Alor Skirata are also looking for Ben, going to MelidaDaan.

Jaster finds the dha'ka'dau in Obi's room, who didn't know what it was, just that the kyber wanted to rest.

Mandos incl Jaster&Obi are invited for breakfast, the mandos realize the Jedi are all just one big family.

Council meeting: it's revealed by Jaster that Obi is still considered adopted mandalorian, even if Barden had really died. It's decided he should go to Mandalore as a potential watchbeing and to give him the opportunity to meet with the Skiratas.

C9

The darksaber decides to come along to Mandalore, bullying Obi-Wan into it (sentient sword!!)

Obi-Wan won't hide his Jedi heritage this time. He's being a bit petty about it, refusing to wear any armor apart from the kom'rk(vambraces).

En route, Jaster and Obi meditate together. Jaster is just slightly force sensitive.

C10

Bardan learns about the former Young on Melidaan but doesn't figure out that 'Obi-Wan' is his kid. The Young regret that Obi-Wan left and they don't know what happened to him.

Arriving on Mandalore, Obi-Wan is greeted with weapons aimed at him when Jango asks to be picked up. Jaster reprimands the mandos and has Obi with Jango walk next to him despite him not having a rank

C11

Walon Vau, a friend of Bardon and so Obi's uncle, comes to collect him for first meal. He is asked to sit with him, Jaster and the other alore. Jaster says that despite first meal not being socially important for mandalorians, he wants to spend it with his cyare Obi-Wan because it is important for Jedi.

Obi-Wan goes to the Forge with the Goran, who asks why he isn't wearing his armor, and Obi-Wan finally admits he struggles with the dual identity of Jedi and Mandalorian. He meets Mand'alor Tarre Vizla in a vision who thanks him for taking care of the dha'kad and asks him to unite Mandalorians and Jedi. Obi-Wan's armor is to be reforged.

Bardan and Obi-Wan have a tearful reunion.

C12

Obi-Wan tells his buir everything and asks for advice about what to do after the three months posting in Mandalore is up.

Erri Skirata feels guilty for being the reason Ben/Obi-Wan ran away. Obi-Wan and Erri have an official clan dispute talk with the Goran and Jaster, and Obi-Wan forgives her for what happened, saying given the circumstances, he understands why she thought he killed Barden. He just wants to move past it.

Jaster with Kal's help starts an investigation in the Jedi's ties to the Senate and the Ruusan reformation.

C13

Obi heals a plant, thought on Mandalore to be the last of its kind, and recognizes it from a Jedi garden.

The Young are visiting and Obi-Wan has another tearful reunion! Nield apologizes for blaming Obi for Cerasi's death. Barden realizes Obi-Wan the General of the Young is Ben, his son, and breaks down crying.

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