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roseaesynstylae · 13 days

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So, the idea of the Bad Batch (minus Echo, plus Emerie) being the other half of the Nulls has consumed my goddamn mind. Therefore, as you do when an idea takes up residence in your frontal lobe for the foreseeable future, here's some headcanons.

The Bad Batch (except for Echo and Omega, who have no clue what's going on) hate the Nulls. As in, "murder on sight" hate them. From an in-universe perspective, there could be a myriad of reasons, ranging from feelings of abandonment to resentment over them having a better life. From a writer's standpoint, it's because I love me some good old familial dysfunction and angst.

The more...unhinged...tendencies the Nulls are known for manifests in the Bad Batch more as "let's jump off this cliff and use explosives to direct our fall!" and less as "hey, check out my new skin gloves!" Of course, if you push them too far, it's a different story. In order of least to most likely to pull a "lemme turn you into an art installation," it's Omega, Wrecker, Hunter, Crosshair, and Tech. Omega wouldn't do that, at least not at this point in her life. Wrecker, when enraged, goes for the just-hit-them solution. Hunter's a decent human being and usually wouldn't do something like that...Unless his kid's been kidnapped by a crazy Imperial doctor for the fifteenth time, on which point he starts becoming a little deranged. Crosshair hovers close to the line but wouldn't do it to someone unprovoked. Tech is a special case, in that he has to be pushed, but when he is, the results make the rest of the Nulls go "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST."

The Nulls want to reunite with their lost siblings and build a relationship, but that's kind of hard to do when said siblings (except Omega) keep trying to kill them on sight and none of them were built for intricate and deeply complicated emotional issues. Still, they persist. Eventually, they could probably get to the level of "awkward conversations" but it'll take a lot of work.

The Bad Batch have what makes the Nulls superior to regular clone troopers, plus their unique enhancements (which in this version are less defects and more Nala Se picking an attribute for each of them and cranking it up to 11). They feel that it makes them better than the Nulls, something they're not shy about expressing.

Emerie is the same height as her estranged (I can't think of a word that applies to this specific situation but this one will do) brothers, because I stan a tall queen.

Nala Se is smug as hell whenever she sees Orun Wa. "CT-9904 just broke all records for accuracy, CT-9902 discovered a new element, CT-9903 crushed beskar like it was paper, and CT-9901 tracked a man through five systems and a solar storm. What are your clones doing, again?"

There is no understating the sheer "wtf" that goes through the Nulls' heads when they first see Omega. But, of course, this is Omega. Imagine the cutest image of her you've seen, fanart or canon. That's what the Nulls see when they meet her. Unsurprisingly, the Nulls, who got the Mandalorian gene to adopt anything that isn't nailed down, go from "wtf" to "so smol 🥰" in roughly a minute.

Kal Skirata is in the corner. His attempt to interact with the Bad Batch did not go well. He casually calls Hunter "son," as he does with various characters, and the resulting explosion puts a thermal detonator to shame. Since it's clear that his presence is not making things better, he's sort of just in the corner.

The rest of Clan Skirata, and associates, are staying out of this. Gilamar and Vau took one look and retreated to the bar because they know better than to get involved. Everyone else witnessed one of the less acrimonious encounters and collectively decided that they are not jumping into the emotional equivalent of a pit of rabid wolverines.

Echo is the go-between. He does not want to be the go-between. But he's the only neutral party in this thing aside from Omega, and the rest of the Batch don't trust the Nulls with her.

Spare a though for 99. He raised four of these guys, often with the aid of leashes. Truly, he is an unsung hero of the Clone Wars

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anstarwar · 1 year

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Would love to see Captain Ordo in your style 😍

Ordo is good at making friends. Look at him making a new little friend

#ordo Skirata #republic commando #say hello to a little friend #my art #rare clone requests #captain ordo #the clone wars

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aka-trashrat · 10 months

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Mereel: If I run at Ord'ika and jump at him, he will surely catch me! Ordo: No, wait!! Stop—

(Kal Skirata in the background having seen these antics before many many many times over the 10 years he's been raising these kids)

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#possum draws #republic commando #null arcs #mereel skirata #ordo skirata #kal skirata #boys will be boys

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chocmarss · 3 months

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Lionheart

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“We found you half-dead already, ad,” the voice says, and Cody’s attention immediately sharpens on the pet name. “I’m surprised you’re still kicking, but someone recognised you when they hauled your sorry shebs into my medbay.”

tcw. repcomm meet. cody-centric. post tcw. fulcrum!cody. rated T. 4.1k+ words. (1/4)

Notes: Thank you @codyday2224 for organising this special day for our boy! Gave me that push I need to write something about him 🧡

Unknown, Unknown, 17 BBY

When Cody wakes up, it feels as if he’s been slugged in the head with a blaster.

He won’t be surprised if that’s exactly what’s happened, from where the back of his head prickles with something of a ghostly press. That sucks.

“Ah, hello,” a voice suddenly says, and it’s taken most of Cody’s hard-rock grip on himself to actually prevent that startled jump. “Glad you’re awake.”

His heart’s making a racket, though. Force on a karking wheel, what the kriff.

“Easy. Didn’t mean to scare you,” the voice continues, and there’s a soft beep on Cody’s side that sounds like a heart monitor. “You’re alright.”

His eyelids refuse to pry themselves open, heavily sealed together with the glue of his sleep-yuck. The lack of cooperation has annoyance trudging past the haze of pain when Cody tries his best to find out if he’s on the way to being killed soon, and if killing him requires as much effort as letting him go through torture first.

Would it have been kinder if they just got on with it? Cody isn’t opposed to keeping his nails in tact, if that’s the case.

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mamuzzy · 1 month

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WARNING: Mamuzzy making mamuzzy noises.

@lychgate 's wonderful Fives tiddypad arrived with an army of battle damaged troopers as well!!!!☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ Now I need to find a good place for the rest of them, they start to outgrow the original shelf.

Noooooo, I don't have a favorite artist, why would you ask such thing.

Featuring my akrill wall with my obsessions, TCW, TBB and Touken Ranbu.

AND GUESS WHO WAS IN THE TODAY'S BATCH!!!!!

ORDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! ORDO BLORBOOOO!!!!!!! OHMYGOD HE'S SO SILLY AND SAD AND HIS SILLY ASSCRACK IS VISIBLE I'M SO DONEŐOASFJOIADHFOUDHFSDGH Why weeping little babu? :(((( Not enough cake for you? Too much stress and got reflux?

wait-NO. ORDO!!!!!!!!!! BABU!!! NOOOOOOO BABYBABU NOOOOO YOU ARE PERFECT I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU TO DEATH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!! \(˚☐˚”)/ *panik* Ohhhmygooood he is so sensitive, so stressed out and fucked up in the head, he doesn't even need an actual physical injury TT___TT

I love them so much. (/▽＼*)｡o○♡ See if I can find good place for all of them. <3

#arc trooper fives #ordo skirata #the clone wars #the bad batch #republic commando #touken ranbu

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wizardofrozz · 7 months

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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.

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#CFB 2023 #ordo skirata x reader #ordo skirata #republic commando #null-11 #star wars #the clone wars #ordo skirata fic

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mamuzzy-creates-stuff · 16 days

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The only coffeeshop!au in my head is the one where the Clan Skirata are a criminal gang but they have a cozy little restaurant as a front. Everyone loves Ordo's various little pastries and cakes he makes between two assassination job.

#ordo skirata #clan skirata #null arcs #repcomm #republic commando #star wars

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kaminocasey · 11 months

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The Difference (Part One)

Summary: Mereel tries to get Ordo laid, but doesn't expect to fall for the same girl that Ordo does.

Pairing: Ordo x Reader x Mereel (No Cl*necest)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Flirting, Drinking, Suggestive language, Protective/Possessive Ordo and Mereel.

WC: 2.7K

A/N: Okay I've been tweaking this for DAYS. I'm just gonna go ahead and post it. There's definitely going to be a part two.

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“What about her?” Mereel gestures toward you as you sit up at the bar, working on your datapad, not paying any sort of attention to your surroundings.

Ordo would never say it out loud, but you’re unsettlingly beautiful. Like you’d stepped right out of some sort of painting.

“She looks busy.” Ordo shakes his head, unable to look away from you.

“Yeah, but osik… she’s mesh’la.” Mereel knocks his elbow into Ordo’s side.

This was their first night in a long time where they weren’t running mission after mission for Kal’buir or the GAR. Mereel was ready to blow off some steam, and he was determined to help his brother in the process.

“Just follow my lead, vod.” Mereel ushers Ordo along in your direction. “Excuse me, miss.”

“I’m busy.” You mutter, not looking up from your scrolling.

“I can see that. It’s just that my brother here saw you from across the room and he wants to buy you a drink.” Mereel leans against the bar, trying to showcase his most charming smile he could give.

You look up, expecting some douchey jerkwad but instead are met with two handsome clones from the GAR. You glance at Mereel but he nods in Ordo’s direction, still smiling.

“He couldn’t offer to buy me a drink, himself?” You grin at Ordo.

“Oh. I apologize-” Ordo starts.

You chuckle and click your datapad off, turning toward him. “I’m teasing. You guys are welcome to sit, if you’d like.”

“We’d like that very much. I’m Mereel. This is-” Mereel starts but you cut him off.

“Let him tell me himself.” You wink at Mereel, who unexpectedly goes warm in the face. “What’s your name?”

“O-Ordo, ma’am.” Ordo nods, going warm all over.

“Pleased to meet you, Ordo.” You continue smiling, unable to help yourself. “And you, Mereel.”

Mereel orders the drinks from the bartender when she passes by, handing her some credits. She gives a flirty smile to Mereel, but he seemingly doesn’t notice, only able to keep his eyes glued to your beautiful smile. He really intended to help Ordo tonight, but if Ordo’s okay with it, maybe they can both enjoy your company for the evening.

“Are you from around here?” Mereel asks.

“I am, actually.” You nod, crossing your legs, making your skirt go up a little further.

Both Mereel and Ordo take notice. They also can’t help the tightening of their pants.

“Do you have a significant other?” Mereel asks. You laugh. “I do not. Why?”

“Making sure we don’t have any competition.” Mereel places his arm behind you on the bartop.

“Is that right?” You laugh, turning toward Ordo. “Are you two better than any other man in this bar?”

Ordo glances at Mereel who’s just smirking at you.

“For once, I’m gonna have to agree with my brother.” Ordo finally smiles, sheepishly.

You’re completely stunned by Ordo’s smile. You’re aware that he and Mereel are clones and look almost exactly the same, but despite the scars, you can already tell the difference between the two. Ordo is more shy and unsure, whereas Mereel is absolutely sure of himself. And somehow, you’re completely taken in by both men. This is a first for you.

A loud group of women come in, who are clearly having some sort of bachelorette party, and start to get rowdy up by the bar, shouting their drink orders. You notice a few of the women already eyeing the two men on either side of you.

You look at Ordo and Mereel as you put your datapad in your bag and grab it. “Do you guys possibly want to get out of here?”

Ordo looks at Mereel for confirmation, and Ordo doesn’t even miss a beat, nodding to his brother that he was game for whatever was about to happen with you.

“We would love to, mesh’la.” Mereel offers his arm and you take it, smiling at both men, who escort you out of the bar.

You’re not sure what mesh’la means but damn, if you don’t love the way he says it. You’re just hoping it’s not some sort of insult.

“Are you boys hungry?” You ask, knowing that they were probably expecting to go back to your place.

“We’re always hungry.” Ordo finally seems to relax, smiling down at you.

“Well, lucky for you boys, there’s a great diner around the corner.” You pull away from Mereel to lead the way.

Ordo and Mereel share a look. Ordo’s says “Wow this girl is something.” and Mereel’s says “I think I’m in love.” Both men are already excited to see what else is in store for the night.

When you reach the diner, you sit in the round booth in the back corner, in between Ordo and Mereel. As they look over the menu, you can’t help but watch both of them. Mereel seems so relaxed, with his arm around you on the back of the booth, while Ordo’s not completely rigid, but you think he seems uneasy, nervous even. Both are completely endearing and you can’t help but feel tingly all over.

The server droid rolls over quickly to take your orders and then scurries away behind the counter. You’d been coming here since you were a kid, and you knew the owner well enough.

“What do you do for work?” Ordo asks you.

“I work in cyber security at the Senate Dome.” You tell them, quietly.

Ordo looks up at Mereel. He’s pretty sure they’re sharing the same thought.

It could be useful to be friends with you.

You notice them glancing at each other. But before you can ask what their looks are about, the server droid comes back out with your drinks. You take your cup of caf and add your slightly excessive amount of cream and sugar.

“Do you even like caf?” Mereel teases, smirking down at you, sipping his black.

“Excuse me. Just because I need a little sweetness added to it, doesn’t make me any lesser of a caf drinker than you Mr. Straight Black Caf.” You grin, eyeing Mereel’s cup, and then look over at Ordo, who adds one cream and one sugar. “Are you only doing that to make me not feel bad?”

“He is.” Mereel says at the same time that Ordo says “No.”

You laugh and watch Ordo take a sip. He starts to make a face, like he’s bracing for it to be too sweet, but then all of a sudden, makes a relatively delighted face. Or at least you think it’s a face of delight. It could just be tolerance.

“It’s not bad, Mereel.” Ordo shrugs, making Mereel shake his head, amused.

“Want to try some?” You hold out a sweetener packet to Mereel and he puts his hand over his mug.

“No, thank you.” He smiles.

“That’s fine. Stick to your bitterness.” You tease.

“I think I will, I prefer other sweet things…” Mereel winks and you go warm all the way from your ears to your core.

“So, you work at the Senate Dome.” Ordo says and you nod, sipping your caf. “Do you like it?”

You shrug. “It’s a job.”

Honestly, it wasn’t a terrible job. There were moments where you wondered if it was something you really want to stick with forever, though.

“Anything exciting ever happen?” Mereel asks.

You shrug. “Eh. A couple things. Like, the Separatists like to send mercenaries every now and then to cause chaos. Or when we have to go into lockdowns because of threats against the chancellor’s life.”

“Do you… like the chancellor?” Ordo asks and when you look at him, he’s looking up at Mereel with a strange look.

“I mean…” You watch as Mereel who’d been clearly glaring at Ordo above your head, looks down at you with a sweet smile. “I’m not really a fan. But what can you do?”

You mindlessly swirl your stirring spoon in your caf as you look between them.

“I’ve never been asked that before, you know.” You tell Ordo, tilting your head. He sips his caf, looking around. “Do you normally ask that on a first date?”

Ordo immediately sputters over his mug and your eyes widen as Mereel starts to crack up.

“Are you alright?” You quickly put your caf down and pat him on the back.

Ordo coughs, nervously. “I’m- I’m sorry.”

“He’s not been out in a while. You’ll have to excuse my brother.” Mereel teases Ordo, who’s still trying to control his slight cough.

When Ordo realizes you're touching him, he goes warm in the face and makes a face of someone clearly embarrassed, so you stop.

“Sorry.” You murmur.

“Don’t be.” Ordo shakes his head.

“So, what do you guys do in the GAR?” You ask Mereel, trying to change the subject to avoid embarrassing Ordo, or yourself, any further.

“We’re commandos.” Mereel answers, sipping his caf.

“And what do commandos do?” You ask, curiously.

Your lack of knowledge on the army will probably send these men running.

“We do pretty much anything. Hard jobs. Easy missions. We’re who you call when you need stealth and precision.” Ordo answers.

“My knowledge of the army is very little, unfortunately. I apologize.” You tell them just as the server droid with your food on a large tray arrives.

Ordo passes Mereel his plates, then yours, and then grabs his own.

“Don’t be sorry.” Mereel pats your knee and a jolt of electricity jolts through your leg and you find yourself leaning toward him slightly.

He definitely notices and keeps his hand there, smirking down at you. You’re about to tease him about it when you hear a familiar, yet annoying, voice say your name from across the diner.

“Oh great…” You mutter under your breath.

A concerned Mereel and Ordo follow your gaze as a tall, blond man approaches your table, glancing at the two cloned men with a certain distaste.

“Hello, Jax.” You sigh, trying your best to hide your own distaste for the man in front of you.

Jax is one of your coworkers, who works across the hall from you. He works in a bigger branch of cyber security for Galactic City. He’s normally incredibly flirty with you and doesn’t like to take no for an answer.

“What are you doing here this late?” Jax asks you.

“Having dinner with some friends.” You tell him.

“Ah. I see.” Jax puts on a fake smile and reaches his hand out to Ordo, who doesn’t take it and then starts to extend it to Mereel, who just shakes his head with a slightly scrunched face, discouraging Jax.

Clearly slightly embarrassed, Jax puts his hands in his pockets.

“Well, after you’re done here, maybe you could swing by my place?” Jax grins at you.

Mereel’s hand tightens on your knee, reassuringly and it actually puts you at ease.

“No, that’s alright.” You shake your head, honestly impressed by the gall on this man.

You’re clearly having dinner with two other, incredibly handsome, and slightly intimidating men. Was Jax actually trying this right now?

“Oh, come on, doll.” Jax nods toward the door. “Why don’t-”

Mereel cuts him off, noticing Ordo’s rigid manor and solid glare at Jax’s presence. “Jax, do you like your teeth?”

“Huh?” Jax, visibly confused, looks between Mereel and Ordo.

“Answer the question, Jax.” Ordo leans back in the seat, bringing his cup of caf to his lips as he glares at your coworker.

You notice Ordo’s leg rest against yours and you aren’t exactly sure why these men you barely know are being so protective, but something inside of you tells you they’re trustworthy and that they won’t let anything happen to you. It makes your chest feel warm.

“I- yes?” Jax answers.

“Then, if you want to keep them, I suggest you keep moving.” Mereel smirks.

Jax starts to back away, clearly unnerved. You don’t feel bad, though. You get the ick anytime he comes near you, and you’re tired of dealing with him.

“And don’t bother her again.” Ordo warns him. “Understand?”

Jax nods as he turns to leave the diner. Only when he walks out the door, do you let out a breath of relief that you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding in.

“Are you alright?” Mereel asks you, softly.

You nod. “That was… you guys are… scary.”

They seem slightly alarmed that you said that but you start giggling nervously.

“Wow. You guys should come to work with me sometime. Scare some of the other guys I work with.” You grin at both of them.

Mereel and Ordo both chuckle as you all start to eat, relaxing into easy conversation. It’s the best time any of you have had in an incredibly long time. As you eat, and even when you finish, they share humorous stories of growing up with their adoptive father, Kal, and their other brothers A’den, Prudii, Kom’rk, and Jaing. They ask about your family as well, and things you like to do in your free time you rarely ever have. It’s almost scary how easy it is with these two intimidating commandos.

“...and then because Jaing dared him to, A’den set the entire lab on fire.” Mereel recalls as he and Ordo laugh.

You can’t help but laugh along. You’ve never had such stimulating conversation in your life. It’s actually incredibly refreshing to talk to two men who aren’t incredibly disgusting and misogynistic.

“If you actually would like for us to come by your work sometime, we’d be happy to, wouldn’t we, Ordo?” Mereel asks.

“I actually would love that.” You grin, pulling out a piece of paper and writing your comm channel and work info on it.

Ordo takes it and sticks it in his pocket, grinning at you. His smile is genuinely so bright and so warm, it goes all the way to your toes.

“Can I… ask a question?” You ask, softly.

“Of course, mesh’la.” Mereel encourages you.

“Okay two questions actually.” You laugh. “What does mesh’la mean?” “It means ‘beautiful’.” Mereel answers you.

The warm feeling spreads throughout your entire body and you can’t help but feel slightly flustered. “You think I’m beautiful?” “We both do.” Ordo speaks up.

With a slight confidence, you reach over and kiss Mereel on the cheek and then Ordo.

Mereel pulls you gently by your chin back toward him and your stomach starts to flutter uncontrollably. “What was your second question, sweetheart?”

“Would you both want to go home with me tonight?” You ask him.

Mereel lets go of your chin and before you can ask if everything is okay, he loudly, but still politely asks for the check from the server droid, making you laugh.

Ordo tosses a handful of credits onto the table. “I’ll run back to the bar and get the speeder.”

“Be quick.” You tease, then squeeze his hand and before you can pull it away, he brings it to his lips.

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiles before disappearing outside the door.

Mereel grabs your jacket and bag for you, following you out of the booth, guiding you to the door by your lower back. His hand placement does something to your insides that it’s never done with anyone else.

When you get outside, you see Ordo pull up.

“That was fast.” You compliment Ordo as Mereel lets you sit in the front seat while he hops in the back.

Ordo grins at you and this time he confidently places his hand on your thigh, making you go warm all over again for the umpteenth time tonight. Flustered, you give him directions to your apartment, which is thankfully, only a few short blocks from the bar.

Nerves start to flow as you realize that you’re taking two men home with you for the first time ever. Normally, you would absolutely never do this… but with both of these incredible men… how could you choose? And if they’re willing to share, even better, right?

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