#mereel x reader

[wanderinginksplot-writes]

Voices Carry

Null ARC Mereel Skirata x fem!reader slow-burn

Word Count: 1,200

Warnings: Anger, fear, workplace fallout, internal investigations, suspicion, mandatory leave, poor treatment from superiors, and privacy violations

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Part Eleven

The comlink rang and you let it. The only answer you gave was a glare.

The time since the apparent break-in at Senator Julgum's office had been absolute hell. Members of the Coruscant Guard had launched an investigation, led by a captain who had introduced himself as Maze.

You hadn't been important enough to know any details, but it was clear that the trooper who came to drop off the package for Julgum hadn't been who he claimed to be. You had overheard that the real Coruscant Guardsman named Chase had been across the city on the day of the visit. Whoever had come to the office, they had been lying about their identity.

That would have been bad at any other time. An unknown person having access to the Senate building? Not good. But in a galaxy at war? The break-in was devastating.

You hadn't been ignorant of the situation. As soon as you had translated that note, you had known that there something was wrong. The words on the flimsi could only be referencing your mysterious comm caller.

In retrospect, that was information you should have volunteered to Captain Maze. You had known it at the time, but you had lost all inclination to be helpful when Julgum had started shouting over his holoprojector. Apparently, the visit was considered a security breach, and according to the senator, it was your fault that the mysterious person had gotten access to the waiting area.

And when security cam footage had shown that he had sliced into the senator's office? Well, you certainly hadn't expected to have a job when you came back from a week's mandatory leave. It was been paid leave, thankfully, or the"trauma recovery" it had been billed as would be more traumatic than the actual trauma.

Even now that you had returned to the office, you were officially on probation. It probably wouldn’t end with you losing your job, especially since Julgum was so unpopular that finding a replacement would be tricky, but it still wasn’t fun. The whole experience had demonstrated exactly how bad this job actually was. At this point, you had started looking around for lawyers who could help you get out of your contract.

The comlink chimed again and you pressed the button to mute it.

Even if you wanted to stay at this job, it would be difficult. You hadn’t told anyone about your previous encounters with the intruder, and you had hidden the note before alerting the Senatorial security to the breach. In the frantic spiral of fear, you hadn’t wanted to be blamed for the attack.

And now that you had deliberately refused to give any of that information, a sudden revelation would be as good as guilt in the eyes of the investigators.

You needed to leave before anyone could put together the pieces. The call logs from Julgum’s office were recorded, but the comm frequencies were scrambled to protect caller anonymity. That was why you could never recognize the mystery caller before you answered. The only way you would get caught was if someone heard you speaking with the intruder.

Or if they watched the security holos long enough to watch you tuck away the piece of flimsi in a drawer before you called. But the night of the break-in, you had painstakingly cut another flimsi to the same size and did your best imitation of the intruder’s writing. The address you listed was a nonsensical one, leading to an eightieth-level restaurant locally know for the excellence of its kebabs.

No one had asked about the flimsi yet, so you had to guess that no one had watched enough of the security holo to see it. Or you truly weren't under suspicion and they were more worried about what the intruder had done before and after leaving Julgum's office. Honestly, Julgum seemed to be the only party interested in blaming you. The Senate employment departments had subtly let you know that your week of leave had only been pushed through because Julgum insisted on it.

Maybe you didn't have to leave, but you certainly wanted to. You had only been back for a few days and Julgum's attitude had already been markedly worse. He had never been pleasant, but so far, he had taken his own low bar and started to dig. You had started a list of the insults somewhere around your second morning back, just for sheer amusement, but it had quickly grown into something you hoped to use to get out of your contract.

A comlink ringing made you frown ferociously at the receiver on your desk. You had muted it, why was it still ringing?

But it wasn't. Well, it was - there was a blinking light that told you that it was - but the noise wasn't coming from the receiver. Instead, it was coming from the personal comlink on your wrist.

Cold fear seized your stomach. Had you ignored calls only to ignore someone calling for you specifically? Was there some kind of emergency? Was someone you loved in trouble?

"Hello?"

"Don't hang up."

Your eyes narrowed, thumb moving reflexively to the button that would end the call. "How did you get this frequency?"

"You introduced yourself to me," your caller reminded you, unnecessarily. "Wasn't hard to track you down."

A dozen curses and threats danced behind your clenched teeth. You weren't holding them back from some misplaced sense of propriety, but because you refused to let him know how badly he had pissed you off.

"Why."

The pause told you that something of your temper had come through - maybe the single-word answer or maybe the flatness of its delivery. Either way, the stranger's answer came slowly.

"I was worried."

"Not a reason to stalk someone."

"No?" he challenged. "You haven't been at Julgum's office. There was someone else answering his comms for a week. No one has answered them at all in days. I was starting to think something had happened to you."

"Something did happen to me," you all but snarled. "Someone snuck into the Senate under false pretenses and broke into Julgum's office. I'm the only one they spoke to and I didn't catch that something was wrong. So all the blame lands on me."

It was a touch dramatic, but you were frustrated beyond belief. This stranger had no way of knowing that his stunt hadn't destroyed your entire career, nor did he especially seem to care.

"There is no blame." The logical air of his voice scraped against every nerve you had. "You never saw me, but it isn't protocol to make clones remove their helmets inside a building. You told me that the Senate scrambles comm frequencies, so you had no information to give them about me. I'm very good at covering my tracks."

An edge of satisfaction crept into his voice toward the end as you stared in disbelief at the comlink. Your mouth opened and closed a few times without input from your brain before you ended the transmission and blocked the frequency.

You felt better immediately, but you still spent the rest of your shift aggressively reorganizing your desk and refusing to answer a single comm.

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Author's Note - I'm sorry again, guys! I'm not sure why I have such a hard time remembering this fic exists! If it's any real excuse, I've been doing some heavy rewrites on the next two chapters and I think that's why I forgot to post last month. I'm usually not this much of a mess!

Now, I need some honest opinions about story structure: do the shorter chapters drive you crazy? Normally, I aim for 5,000 words per chapter (easily 4x what these average), but all of their little conversations seem to wrap up in roughly a thousand words, so that's how I've been dividing the chapters. Still, I want to make sure you guys don't think they're a waste of time since they're so short, especially with at least a month's wait between each one.

Thank you for reading, thank you for your patience, and I'll see you soon with another chapter!

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Political Pursuits

Mereel Skirata × GN!Reader 

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  ✧ Prompt: #11) No known cure

  ✧ Summary: A ruthless storm destroyed the pirate ship that took you. You don't know whether to be grateful, but now you're stranded in the middle of the ocean… until Mereel popped up by your raft.

  ✧ Tags & Warnings: mer au, also royal au i guess, human!reader is part of a royal family, Mereel is a mer knight, mentioned Dartain and Ordo (yippee!), talks of political deal between two kingdoms, wooing attempts

  ✧ Word Count: 3.1k

  ✧ A/N: It's Mereel time, and the mer in Mereel is actually ‘merman’, really. Hope you enjoy some mer au in my 11th entry for Sicktember! 💙

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“I would never drink sea water if I were you.”

Mereel enjoys the way you yelp in shock at his presence as you scramble and topple backwards on your wooden raft, your hand splashing against the tide and causing you to yelp once more.

He bites his tongue to prevent a laugh coming out. “No matter how thirsty I get. If I were you.”

Your cracked lips gape at him in disbelief, as if not believing that you're looking at a merman at all. Okay maybe that's what actually is happening right now. Mereel wonders if your lips ever hurt at all from even moving. You haven't eaten or drunk at all since that capsize and massive destruction… to his delight. The ship's fate, that is.

“What?” you rasp, your previous yelping making your voice sound even worse.

“I said I would never drink sea water no matter how thirsty I get if I were you.” Mereel watches you slowly recovering from the shock and accepting perhaps a brutal fate of meeting a stranger merman who made your heart skip a beat. “Your human body wouldn't be able to process that much salt. There's no known cure for that ailment, if I'm not mistaken.”

You shake your head. “No, I don't think there is.”

He smirks, taking a brief dip in the water and surfacing a couple of feet to the side of the shabby raft. “So hold fast.”

“If you're here just to mock my helplessness then you better get out of my sight, merman.”

Mereel grimaces at your snarly wheeze, and now he's genuinely concerned if you're delirious from thirst already. “Sorry. Truth is, I'm not here to mock you.” He reaches to his side and grabs several straps of water canteens he's salvaged before tossing it onto your raft. “Instant peace offering, I hope.”

Your eyes comically go wide at the sight of five water canteens, the ones that you saw at the ship while in confinement just the night before. But you can't bring yourself to recall any longer, nor even think if it's dirt water or poisoned—all you care about is that you can finally quench your thirst after hours upon hours baked under the sun.

Mereel shakes his head, smirking as you gulp down a couple of them in a short amount of time. The way how fast you swallow makes him concerned, though.

Slowly regaining your sanity back, you sigh loudly in relief after letting go of the third canteen, your thirst quenched after wolfing down two and a half of them. Your eyebrows knit in concern, worried about your further travels. “Do you have more?”

“Uh, no. Sorry. Didn't see anything but rum and rum and rum and soggy meat jerky, now salted and becomes deep sea creature's food. Not sure you'd want that.”

Your raw curiosity and surprise shine through again. “You were searching the wreckage?”

Mereel nods grimly. “Yeah, I was there.” It was dark, but it wasn't as violent as the surface beneath the waves, he was only concerned about the debris that was falling all over, and not even an ounce of it towards dying, drowned men. They took you against your will, after all. He admires your shabby raft, which honestly is just a part of the ship wide enough to float and carry one person, smirking as he pats the wooden surface. “Very good survival instincts, Your Highness.”

Your shock is palpable once again upon him finding out about your true identity. You've been kidnapped by this bunch of crude, depraved pirates who demanded ransom, who also have sunk to the bottom of the ocean at the moment. You assume you have the merfolk’s god of ocean and thunderstorms or whatever to thank, but now you feel once again trapped.

“How did you know?”

Mereel shrugs. “My brothers and I have been doing some recce.”

It occurs to you, your blood boiling under the sun. “You were watching me?” 

“Well, it wasn't exactly watching when all we did was listening and receiving intelligence from literal dolphins all over the sea—”

“Watching me get kidnapped and do nothing even though you'd know it'd end like this, a conversation occurring between one dumb thirsty idiot on the edge of dying who just wants to go home and a—a smug merman?!”

“I'm Mereel, Your Highness.” He doesn't bow, doesn't offer a hand. He bloody grins, his perfectly toned arms perching on the side of the raft. “Of Tipoca City in the Wild Sea Territory.”

You've heard of that place before—it’s the largest underwater city populated by the merfolk. The merfolk are by all means intelligent people. You've heard of seasoned warriors more deadly than any knights on land, their movement swift and precise under the water, protecting their realm with spears and patriotic courage.

By the looks of it, Mereel must be more than a messenger. You could twist this situation into your own gain—after all, you're a royal member of the court, and also an issue of your king. 

“Well then, Mereel of Tipoca City,” you begin smartly. “If you could point me in the direction of where my beloved home is, you will be greatly rewarded.”

He chuckles at you, the sound of a mer’s laugh reminding you of the clinking of seashells. “Even better.” Mereel dives into the water, his intricate azure tail peeking out of the surface before his head appears on the other side of the raft a moment later, and in his large hand is the frayed rope tied to the wooden piece of garbage that you've been calling raft. “I'll take you home myself.”

With a strong effort of pushing your raft around in the water, Mereel points west, the very direction you've been hoping and praying that the wind would take you… somehow. It's where your home is. Without another word, Mereel throws you another smug grin over his shoulder before slinging the rope over his shoulder, and begins to pull.

The raft glides along the water at Mereel’s guidance, and with the speed he's going you're almost stumbling back to your bum. You can't help but witness his features—damp, partially golden curls swept away from his line of sight and toned, sun-kissed skin that glow under the sun, the form of his bare arms and wide shoulder blades mesmerizes you. And you get to watch them contract underneath his enticing skin along the journey.

The wind beats down on your face, and the sun keeps burning your skin. You hope for a soothing herb paste and damp cool rags laying over your skin after you arrive home—that is, if you ever get home at all.

“How would I know you're not tricking me? For all I know you're probably dragging my raft to a lair of some bloody sea monster.”

“Because it's not my intention,” Mereel says, and he does sound truthful, despite the playful, friendly hint of tone in his voice. “Or my Grand Duke’s, really. We'd like a trade with your realm.”

His directness catches you off guard. “A trade?”

“Are you well-versed in the proceedings of a regular royal council, Your Highness?”

The sudden change in the conversation still forces you to adapt. “Pretty much,” you answer carefully. “And it was pretty regular.”

“Perfect!” Mereel chirps happily. “Now let's talk about the deal, because I need your clever royal council brain to take my offer into consideration at the very least.”

You can't help the smile blooming on your lips. Despite your wariness, you also can't help but think his colloquialism reminds you of your many friends. “Let's hear it.”

He gets right into it. “I won't be sugarcoating this or delivering a sickeningly dramatic speech before the main course like most politicians. I'm not a politician, Your Highness. I'm not like you. I'm a fighter, a man of action.”

It explains the amount of, ahem, muscles. Mereel is a strong swimmer and equally excellent combatant, you can tell. Though the absence of weapons on him is staggering. Perhaps he really did come to play a temporary diplomat, but still; a great risk to take.

“I would understand your bluntness, don't worry,” you finally say, acknowledging his status. He could grab you and throw you into the water and leave you to drown. You're in a vulnerable position. Great play so far for Mereel's part. “It's not like I would be screaming death threats at you when I'm the most fragile one between us two.”

Mereel glances over his shoulder and offers you what seems to be a brief, reassuring smile before returning his attention to the ocean before him, his tail moving restlessly under the water ferrying you home. He's barely exhausted—the sea gives him strength. He clears his throat, zeroing on his objective and to bring to the table of why he's come for you in the first place.

“Your Highness, we are concerned by illegal fishing in your sea territory.” His jaw tenses, recalling moments after moments where he and his brothers were given orders to conduct investigations of the matter. “We received regular reports by our men near your waters. Your people happily used explosives to fish and they induced great damage to our corals. Do you have any idea how long it would take to grow sea corals, Your Highness?”

Your emphatic, shocked silence tells everything. “I… really don't.”

“Hundreds of years. And nature's pure beauty beneath the waves isn't restored in one night, Your Highness, unlike the way it gets destroyed.”

He knows he sounds angry, and he has every right. He knows that you'd understand his resentment towards your subjects, and he knows you are one of those royals with an actually good heart and good conscience.

“I'm sorry.” Your voice lowers in sympathy and is full of guilt. “I'm not speaking for those idiots who did this but I feel really sorry about what happened. Such destructive activities are forbidden in our realm, even upholding the death penalty at the most, but there are selfish people with their greed who don't know when to stop.”

“That’s where we'd like to come in,” Mereel says. “Here's the main course, Your Highness—the true deal, the only thing we as merfolk want; my people, who would die protecting anything and everything that lives beneath the waves, enforcing your sea territory.” At your ruminating silence, he continues quite persuasively. “We would catch your guilty criminals who damaged sea life and guard your sea territory for you—alarming you of foreign ships, sea surges and underwater earthquakes so your people could evacuate to safety first.”

It entices you. Safety for your kingdom, extra hands in help to enforce your kingdom territory. “In exchange for?”

“Guarantee for our own safety, Your Highness,” Mereel answers, as sure as he's been reciting this all week before he goes to slumber at night. “Great acknowledgment from the Crown for our dedication towards the safety of your sea territory and the sustainability of the lives under. And that we are also legally allowed to operate in your realm.”

Then he stops his swimming altogether, turning around with the rope still slung over his shoulder and looking at you directly in the eye. There's sharpness in the hazel blue orbs—and even danger.

“We are loyal and proud militants, Your Highness. We are truly capable.”

“And should a dispute occur?”

Mereel raises his dark eyebrows at you, as if challengingly, but he dares himself further. He plays a tired merman for swimming a few klicks, hoisting himself up onto the raft and causing you to scoot back while watching him intently.

You're rendered silent at the view of his full form. You've only just noticed that his fingers are webbed, and a pair of gills on his ribs and his neck. Upon his chest is an intricate inkwork of the sigil of Tipoca City. Waist down is where his main mer feature is—his fish-like tail. Strong and thick, azure scales molding into his human top half, its length twice as long as his torso. You're still mesmerized by the way water drips down from his toned form and the way the sun reflects on his golden skin when he speaks again.

“Between us and you?” The raft wobbles upon his weight as he settles atop of it,  making you grip whatever you can behind you. Mereel shrugs lightly. “Unless you provoke us first, sure. We are large in number, and we are quite skilled fighting in the water, you know. You would already lose before you even know it.”

You blink in disbelief. “Are you threatening me?”

“It's what would happen if you try to do something funny that'd definitely break the deal.”

He's truly serious.

And you appreciate that very much.

“I'll take this matter to the council,” you nod your head in promise. “How long do I have?”

“Preferably before another man destroys another coral,” Mereel scoffs, running a hand through his short curls. You wonder how he ends up with partially golden hair. His steely, focused gaze steals your attention once more. “Do I have your word, Your Highness? I came all this way, to rescue you, not wanting to disappoint my Grand Duke and break the possible beautiful friendship between land and sea.”

You nod again. “You have my word.”

Then he does something that surprises you.

He extends his hand, wordlessly asking for you to shake it.

You've never touched a mer before. Hells, you've never caught a glimpse of one. All you know is that they truly exist, watching life on land either from the depths or from the surface, the legends made true hundreds of years ago. Creatures that guard the sea, fiercely loyal to no one but themselves, so this shocking upturn from the legends you've been told all your life is… purely shocking.

Nevertheless, you intend to honor your word for the greater good and the friendship of two kinds, so you carefully extend your own hand forwards but not too slow that you'd offend him. You gasp a little when you make contact with his own skin, which surprisingly feels nearly similar to touching another human, if not a little… slick—almost like touching a seal. And his skin is cool in temperature, warming because of the sun.

His webbed hand wraps around yours, the feeling even stranger. Mereel can see it from your face alone, but he hides his quite well. You're warm to the touch—it’s the only thing he'd keep thinking about in his berth at night.

“First time touching my kind?” Mereel smirks, enjoying you jolting in surprise at his sudden question. And just to mess with you, he keeps you where you are, watching you discreetly squirm from being not used to it. Besides, he's grown to like your warmth radiating from your own body.

“I, um,” you laugh nervously, “I’d say the same to you.”

“Eh, not exactly.” Not the ones who live and breathe, anyway. The only humans he's ever touched are drowned corpses.

He releases you, but you don't squirm away anymore. Instead, you're intrigued—grown accustomed to his presence already, and to his proximity to you. You keep your hand that held him clutched to your chest, grasping air as if already trying to remember what it felt like.

“You did good with the bargaining, Mereel,” your praise tumbles off your lips. Your eyes glint with harmless teasing. “Although if you're speaking like that in a royal council session, there's a good chance your words become empty to uninterested ears no matter how convincing they are.”

“Well, good thing I'm talking to you, then,” Mereel grins broadly, entirely pleased with the outcome. Mission accomplished—although not quite, not until your council approves. “Good thing I'm a merman.”

With a shared laughter with you, Mereel gives you a parting glance before plunging into the water that welcomes him home and pulling your raft again. Off to your home, where he would stay in your waters until he could deliver the news to his own council.

“But do you know what would strengthen the bond between two realms?” he asks you, and you're certain you catch a hint of a cheeky smile.

“Marriage,” you answer instantly. Oh, you know where this is going. “You want me to marry your Grand Duke?”

He snorts. “Why marry the Grand Duke if you could have one of the knights instead?”

“So you are a knight,” you muse, yet unable to help the heat rising to your cheeks. Mereel is handsome—that, you won't deny ever. “Why would I marry a knight if I could marry your Grand Duke?”

“Well, first thing is because he's already married with seventeen children.”

You successfully bite down your laughter. “Ah.”

“And all our knights are bachelors.” Mereel wiggles his brows playfully at you. “Noble bachelors.”

You're pretty sure your face is as red as a ripe tomato by now. “Can't find good mermaids for yourselves?”

“My brother Ordo just got married several moons ago,” he tells you. From the sound of it, he sounds genuinely happy. There's a mysterious undertone of longing too, and it's simply unbelievable that you can possibly know that. “This month we're celebrating my other brother Darman.”

“Lucky maidens,” you congratulate.

Mereel hums. “Etain, Dar’s intended, is a human woman from your neighboring kingdom, Your Highness.”

You swallow this fact carefully, and that makes your brain generate you a picture of you and Mereel. You grab a water canteen to drink. “I wasn't aware merfolk and humans can consummate a marriage.”

“They make adorable shapeshifting mer hybrid babies,” Mereel chirps. His pearly white grin adores his face again. “See? There's a chance for us, Your Highness. You and me, if you don't mind.”

You choke on your water at his bluntness. “If I don't mind?” you parrot in disbelief.

“You said I will be greatly rewarded,” Mereel reminds you cheekily. “That's the reward I want, Your Highness.”

Gods, you hate how he's winning the entire game. Your cheeks are absolutely burning, so you go defensive as the last resort. “You with your political pursuits and apparently also romantic pursuits. From what I understand, you're the kind of man who enjoys risking your neck and tail, Mereel of Tipoca City.”

His cheeks are hurting from smiling so wide. Hopefully he successfully hides his own flushing cheeks from you.

“And you've been undeniably enjoying my company… Your Highness.”

He doesn't need words. He can already see it in your pretty eyes and he knows you're fully awake, not even delirious in the slightest or using his presence and himself as a target of affection, longing for interaction. If any, you're fully capable of processing and thinking clearly of things now.

And gods, he can't wait to create more and more blushing cheeks and bashful silence out of you.

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Who Is Dad? You. You is Dad.

Summary: You tell Mereel you’re pregnant.

Pairing: Mereel Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 859

Warnings: Reader is pregnant, Reader mentions having gotten drunk before finding out that she was pregnant and freaks out about it

A/N: So, this was supposed to be a headcanon list written for @sweater-sloot but the plot bunnies had a different idea, and this was born instead. Uh...sorry. I promise I'll write that next week, probably.

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While your relationship with Mereel isn’t new, you and he have been dating for well over a year now, there are still some things that you and he haven’t talked about.

Marriage and children top that list.

And, as you stare at the four plastic sticks sitting on the counter in your bathroom, that’s starting to seem like something of an oversight.

Because all four of those sticks are blinking the same thing.

Pregnant.

Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.

This is…fine.

You have a good job and work from home, so having a baby wouldn’t change too much. In theory.

Not to mention, your parents are going to be thrilled. They’ve been hinting about grandbabies for years now.

You reach out with one shaking hand and pick up the closest stick to stare at the word blinking innocently up at you. Your heart drops and you swallow hard to try and keep the bile down.

Maybe…just one more test. Maybe this batch has a lot of false positives.

Blindly, you reach for the box of pregnancy tests, intent on taking just one more. Only to pause when there’s the familiar sound of your front door opening. 

Your gaze darts to your comm, and you muffle a curse.

4 pm.

Mereel’s home.

“Cyare~” He calls from the front of the house, “We’ve been invited to a party—”

And, suddenly, you’re struck with the reminder that just the other day, you went out drinking with your friends. Your hand falls to your still flat stomach and your other hand presses against your mouth.

Your baby isn’t even here yet, and you’re already failing them.

“Cyare?” Mereel’s voice sounds closer now, and you hear a light knock on the bathroom door, “You alright?”

You’re silent for a moment, and then slowly, you admit, “Not really.”

“Can I come in?” Mereel asks though he doesn’t wait for you to answer before he pops the lock and slides the door open. He ignores everything in the room, save for you, his dark eyes flickering across your face and down your body, likely looking for injuries. “Baby? What’s wrong?”

The words stick in your throat. 

So, wordlessly, you gesture to the four sticks on the counter. 

He steps closer to you and settles a hand on your shoulder before he leans over and peeks at the sticks. And you watch as his brows shoot up in surprise.

“You’re pregnant?”

“I’m sorry! I should have been more careful—”

“Woah, hey,” He turns and sets his free hand against your cheek, “What’s this ‘I’ business? Last time I checked, it takes two people to make a baby.” He pauses, “Well, when you go about it the normal way, at least.”

“We never talked about it!” You blurt, your voice wavering.

“Yeah, that was dumb of us, wasn’t it?” His other hand comes up to press against your cheek, “But it’s not the end of the world.”

“You’re not mad?”

He scoffs, “I’m the one who asked if I could stop wearing condoms, cyare. What kind of asshole would I be if I blamed you for that?” Mereel absently sweeps the four sticks into the trash and guides you into the bedroom to settle you on the edge of the bed, “Besides, I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t been considering it.”

“Considering babies?”

“Considering you having my babies.” He kneels in front of you, and one of his large hands settles on your stomach, “A baby. Your baby. You’re going to be a great mom.”

At that, a sob falls from you. “I literally went out drinking the other day—”

“Oh, cyare—”

“They’re not even here yet, and I’m already fucking them up.”

“Hey, no. None of that.” He gets up and sits on the bed next to you, “You didn’t know you were pregnant, cyare. You can’t blame yourself for not treating yourself like you were pregnant before you knew it. That’s just silly.”

“Why aren’t you mad? You should be mad!”

“I’m not going to get mad at the mother of my child. Especially when she also happens to be the love of my life. And even more especially for something she did before she knew she was pregnant.”

“But—”

“We’ll do better.” Mereel reassures you with a kind smile and a press of his forehead against yours, “This is a learning experience for the both of us, and that’s okay.”

You sniffle and nod. “You’re really not mad?” You ask, your voice small.

“You’re giving me a baby. A baby that’s half you. How could I possibly be mad?” Mereel gently presses his lips against yours, “Now, how about tonight we celebrate, and tomorrow we tell everyone about the baby?”

“I need to make an appointment—”

“Tomorrow, cyare. Tonight we’re ordering out and celebrating our family.”

And, finally, a smile lifts your lips. You reach up and cradle his face between your hands, “I love you, Mereel.”

He grins, wide and boyishly, “I love you too, cyare.” Then he, carefully, tackles you back on the bed, raining kisses all across your face as you giggle under him.

Everything will be alright. You know it.

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[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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[ciramaris]

Hut'uun

Mereel Skirata x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader- You are one of the Coruscant Guards Medics and treat all kind of People. For example the Skiratas, more specific Mereel. He is a flirt and has laid eyes on you. You did so too.😉

Wordcount: ca. 3'600

⚠️Warnings⚠️ Injuries🩹, Canon Typical Violence⚔ Reader gets hurt 🤕, Mention of Sex- if you read carefully max 2 Sentences🔞

Pls tell me, if I forgot to tag something

This is for you @carodealmeida for the Request💟

Working in the Coruscant Guard Medbay was interesting in many ways. You got to learn new techniques way before the regular Hospitals on Coruscant did. And your equipment was always the best. One of the Reasons was that Senators like Padme Amidala and Riyo Chuchi as well as blue blooded ones like the Duchess of Mandalore were prone to Injuries. They preferred to be treated by Humans rather than Droids.

Padme was a known Patient of yours, she called you by your name, as if you would a friend and the banter between the two of you, Anakin would never admit it, but he was jealous sometimes.

Senators and the Coruscant Guard were not the only ones you treated regularly, if Troopers got hurt while on Leave they were brought to you. The RC’s and ARC’s that were stationed on Coruscant had their Check ups with you and your fellow Medics. Klan Skirata, as Lina, your Nurse referred to them were outright hostile to everyone but Lina and you.

Lina often called you, when you had a longer break because Kal’s Boys got hurt again. You had only treated Kall once and you were glad he was unarmed, because you were just as nice to him as he was to you. Which was really rude and distant but since then, he called you Ad’ika and has a high regard for you. Which also brings us back to the Situation at hand.

Since Kal trusted you now, his Boys were sent to you, if they got hurt on one of their super secret Missions. But none of them were such a flirt as Mereel.

,,Heeey, Baar’ur’ika.” He laughed as he entered and winced when he laughed. ,,You, my little Princess are stunning.” He breathed out and leaned against your current Patients Bed.

When Hound heared him, he groaned and rolled his eyes. ,,Easy there Lover boy, she’s working on me now. Could you wait until I can not hear you anymore?”

You laughed at their behavior. ,,Now, now. Hound be nice. And you Mereel, sit on that Bed over there, I’ll be with you shortly.”

Mereel grinned. ,,What ever you say Mesh’la.” He winked and walked over to the Bed.

You shook your head while you grin.

Hound laughed. ,,Don’t you get tired from pretty boy’s flirtations?”

Shrugging you sowed him up. ,,No, it’s different, funny even. And I know it’s just the nerves. If he’d saw me outside of this Medbay he would react different. I’m sure of it.”

Hound looked at you disbelieving. ,,Right and Grizzer is a Loath cat.”

You slapped his Shoulder. ,,Hey you. Be nice. I’m right a lot of times. And I’m sure. Mereel is a Ladies Boy. He can have all of them. The pretty ones, the ones with a small Waist, the ones who got clearly helped to their beauty and the rich girls, so why should he settle for me?”

Hound shook his head. ,,I know this look.  He’s looking at you like Skywalker looks at Amidala.”

You ruffled his slightly longer hair. ,,Oh, you mean when he’s messing with her? Yeah I know that look. Thire wears it often.” You got up, replaced your Dirty Gloves, Materials and looked after Mereel. His distinctive blue Mandalorian Armor shined bright in the Medbay lights. ,,Mereel? Are you visiting or do you have an Injury?”

He grin at you, he sat on the Bed but since he was tall he could just look straight at you. ,,Aww Cyare, do I really need an Injury to visit you?” he asked and pulled you closer by your Stethoscope, which you wore around your neck.

You smirked, clearly unimpressed. ,,No, but that’s the only time I see you. So, where is it? Left or right?”

He looked confused. ,,Where is what, left or right?”

You sighed. ,,You probably have broken or at least bruised Rips. Left side of the Thorax or right side? And what else?”

He grinned. ,,You are so intelligent, Cyar’ika and so beautiful. How can you do that.” He asked and bit his lower lip as he looked you up and down.

,,I don’t know dear. It just happened, guess I’m lucky.” You shrugged and caressed his cheek. ,,Since were talking about luck. If you delay me any longer you need to be lucky with Kal. He won’t stand for you delaying me.”

Mereel swallowed. ,,Alright ner mesh’la Baar’ur’ika. I’ll be good.” He took off his armor and stocked it next to the Bed. ,,A Bountyhunter got me.” Was his only explanation to his bruised left side.

You sighed and glared at him. ,,How can you joke around like this, if you’re obviously in so much pain?” you shook your head and took out your scanners. It showed you that 3 of those Rips were fractured and the Spleen was bruised too. ,,Mereel you are on strict Bedrest. If you do not comply, your Spleen might rupture and you need to be operated on. Do you understand? No unnecessary moving around and you will stay here for the time being. We wouldn’t want my favorite Patient get seriously hurt for no reason, would we?”

Mereel looked unsure. ,,No definitely not, since I have a reputation to uphold as your favorite Patient.” He winked.

,,Good, I’ll send Lina over to you and she’ll give you a Bactainfusion. For now, you do not need to go in a Tank but you might be placed in one. Depending on how you’re healing.” You wanted to walk away but Mereel was holding your Scrubs Shirt on the end.

,,Do I at least get a Kiss for being good?” he whispered to you.

You grinned and turned back to him. ,, I’ll send Kal for the Kiss.” You said and walked away.

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After your Shift you had a Week of Vacation but your treacherous mind kept on replaying what Mereel said and what Hound explained. After your Vacation you got sent off with a relief mission to Ryloth and arrived back at the GAR Coruscant Guard Base 3 Weeks after.

Mereel was discharged while you were on the Relief Mission but you read his chart. He was healing nicely. You absently stroke his chart with your thumb while you starred out at Coruscant's busy night sky.

,,I knew you liked him.”

You spun around to find Hound leaning against your Office door. Grizzer laying next to him on the floor.

,,Who?”

He grin. ,,The Null-ARC, Mereel. You had a faraway look while you stroke his chart lovingly.”

You furrowed your brows. ,, Stroke lovingly?” you sighed. ,,Hound, I just care for my Patients, that is all.”

,,Mhm.” He moved towards you and pointed at the Chart and to your desk. ,,And why is my Chart no where here? Or did you already read it?”

You sighed. ,,Stop investigating, I know what this is about and no. I have not. It is still with Lina.”

Hound grin triumphant. ,,And why?”

You sighed hating where this was going. ,,Because my treacherous mind wandered off to a place where I would actually believe what he said.”

Hound applauded you. ,,So, you finally see it.”

You sighed, feeling that you did this way too often lately for such a Joyful Person. ,,No Hound. My Mind wandered off, I admit that, but I am also being honest with you, when I tell you, that I saw them with enough pretty and beautiful and rich girls surrounding them and him, last time I went to 79ˋs with Thire.”

Hounds face fell. ,,So, that is why you don’t believe him.”

Again you sighed and grew frustrated with your sighing. ,,Yes, that is why. Could you now please drop this?”

He nodded. ,,But whatever happens Vod’ika, you know Grizzer and I will always love you, right?”

You chuckled and hugged him tight. ,,I know you do, otherwise you would stop calling me Vod’ika.”

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As you walked away from his Bed he felt lost. And you said you would send his father for the kiss? Please no. He loved Kal truly, but kisses from his father was not what he wanted.

Your Nurse, Lina she later helped Sergeant Spawn to place him in a Tank, so he would heal faster. But the dull throbbing in his Chest whenever he thought of you and then again the Joyful leaps his heart would take when he saw you. It was not easy to live with that, if he would give fully into those feelings, he would kiss you on sight. But he didn’t want to ruin what you had together, but he didn’t want to stay like this either. So whenever he had an evening off or a morning he went to 79ˋs.

Once, he thought he had seen you but thought again. You were on Vacation, you would not stay here on Coruscant, would you? So he turned back to the pretty Togruta in his Lap, who seemed to like him rather much, with how she purred. He tried to distract himself from you but when he kissed another Girl, he thought of you. Whenever he touched a females Body he thought of how you would feel under his touch  or react to his touch. He closed his eyes as he felt a certain type of bliss and wished he would be doing this with you, instead of this other woman.

Mereel tried not to get hurt, even his brothers commented on it. He hadn’t seen you in 4 Months, but he got hurt badly again. He was not conscious when he arrived at your Medbay. The next thing he saw, was one of his Girls, the Pantoran lean over him and kiss his Forehead. ,,There you are, handsome.” She chuckled. ,,Thought you would let me wait longer, like you usually do.” She winked.

He grinned at the memory. ,,Jakala, where am I?”

She looked around. ,,The Army Medical Bay. Looks like you will stay here longer than I thought.” She pointed to his Chart in his Hands. ,,Fractured Clavicle and Fibia and Tibia. Laser shot wound Medial, Anterior and Proximal Medial. Whatever that means. Plus here it says something about second grade burns on your left leg, Distal posterior and a Concussion.”

,,Dear, please leave the  Chart. The Doctor will come as soon as she got time to explain everything to you two.” Lina said politely. She took the Chart back but Mereel caught her Hand.

,,Give me Spawn, Lina. I want to be treated by one of mine.”

Lina seemed taken aback. ,,Are- are you sure? I’m sure-“

,,I am sure, Lina. Please.”

She nodded sharp. ,,As you wish.” She walked towards Spawn who seemed equally confused.

,,Vod, what seems to be the Problem? Don’t like the good Doctor anymore?” he half joked.

,,That’s not it. I just feel more comfortable with you looking me through than the good Doctor, Vod.” Mereel tried to avoid why he didn’t wanted to be treated by you.

Spawn sensed something like that. ,,Okay Vod, but you remember that I don’t allow visitors here. It is the GAR Base after all, means your Girlfriend will have to leave.”

He looked apologetic to Jakala.

,,It’s okay, Honey. I understand. I’ll see you out there again.” She said and captured his Lips with hers, right as you entered the Medbay.

Lina had the decency to call you so you would turn to the wall, like you always did. ,, Hound is waiting for you, in the Messhall.” she lied so you would not see Mereel kiss his Girlfriend without a corner to gather yourself after.

Mereel saw you go, as he looked after Jakala. He was so stupid, why would he allow Jakala to kiss him, if you were right there? Only Lina’s quick thinking saved him. He looked at her and nodded her thanks.

She sighed and shook her head.

Spawn cleared his throat. ,,Care to explain why you lied to your Friend? We both know Hound is in the Messhall at this time but he did not ask for her. So?”

Lina shrugged. ,,He didn’t ask you.”

Spawn gave her a stern look. ,, Nor you, Lina? Has this something to do with Mereel and his Girlfriend?”

Lina looked to the floor. ,,You will have to ask Mereel about that.” With that she left.

Spawn crossed his arms. ,,I guess this also explains why you wanted me as your Doc and not her? What are you afraid of, Mereel?”

Mereel shook his head. ,,No I’m not scared. I just.” He sighed and winced. ,,I didn’t want to hurt her. I think she likes me and letting her see Jakala would be mean.”

Spawn looked not convinced. ,,If you say so. Bactatank for you.” He said and rolled up the I.V stopper so it could flow into his bloodstream.

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You received a call from Lina, that Hound would be waiting for you in the Messhall, so you run off.

You arrived at Hounds table and excused yourself for being late.

,,Late? Vod’ika we did not have a date today. Why, who said that?”

Perplexed you glanced at your Commlink. ,,Lina.” You said slowly.

Hounds confused features softened. He had seen Mereel enter with his Girlfriend. ,,Maybe, she thought you could use a break with me?” he winked.

You laughed. ,,Oh you.” You rolled your eyes. ,,I can’t. I don’t have Lunch break just yet. But I’ll join you an other day.” You got up again, kissed his cheek and went back to the Medbay.

Lina looked obviously nervous. So you approached her. ,,Lina, do you think I look hungry?” you said with mirth.

She relaxed as she realized you were not mad. ,,Just a bit, why?”

You held your Commlink high. ,,You called me, remember?”

She nodded and with no reason hugged you.  You accepted the hug but were curious as to why she behaved like that. The Day Mereel got out of the Bactatank you understood. He had a Girlfriend. You tried to look calm, joyful, even but your eyes gave you away.

Hurt was all you felt. Pain in your heart and your soul. Overpowering hurt, making it difficult to breathe because everything hurt. As you saw her so happy to see him, your little world shattered. He really did not mean any of what he said. Hound was wrong. Mereel did not love you, like he claimed he did. You turned and steady walked into your office. There you called one of your Friends.

,,Padme?”

,,So good to see you, love.” The Senator smiled at you but then her smile fell. ,,Somethings wrong. What is it?”

You shook your hear tears slowly filling your vision. ,, Nothing, really. I just heared you needed an emergency meeting with me. Here in my Office, where you can take your Datapad with you?” you pleaded her.

She nodded. ,,Yes you are right, I am not feeling well. I’ll need that meeting now. I’ll be down in a few minutes.” Padme said and 2 Minutes later she knocked at your door.

You explained everything to her and she sat there on the Couch with you, holding you while you cried.

Time heals all wounds, is a saying that not always is true to every situation.

After that Day you took a leave of absence, Padme let you stay in one of her Houses on Naboo. But when you closed your eyes, you could still see him and her.

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Mereel saw how much this hurt you. But what could he do? The damage was done and with how Jakala behaved, it gave off the impression that he loved her too. But he only loved you, how could he be so stupid? Jakala could never replace you and here he tried and only hurt the Woman he truly loved.

Later that Day his Father came to visit him. He did not say anything beyond. ,,You are my Son and I will always love you and be proud of you, but here you are a coward, Son.”

Hound had to be forcefully stopped by Spawn and Thire, so he would not hurt Mereel.

He did not see you again, not until one night in 79’s where the owner gave the dress code for Girls as ,,Maskerade.” They gave free Eye Masks to the women who did not know, so everyone would be concealed. He would recognize you everywhere. He glanced next to you Padme Amidala was in a tight fitting purple dress and she had a Purple Mask on. Her Lips red. And you? You looked absolutely ravishing. Your blue dress, with cutouts highlighted all that he loved so much about you. Your Waist and Breasts, it ended a hand over the knee. And even the shoes you wore, highlighted your legs. The most beautiful was your Smile, it was carefree and Joyful as he remembered you to be. He did not catch your eyes but the glittery Mask suited you perfect.

Hound circled around you, like a guard dog, expecting trouble.

Mereel sighed, he still loved you but could he just go to you and tell you so? Or should he pretend not to know you and feign first interests in you? He didn’t know what he should do, but his Father was right, he was a coward. And he hated cowards.

Mereel took a deep breath and walked towards you. You seemed too concentrated into the Conversation to see him.

Mereel took your Hand and slowly pulled you to him. First you laughed until you saw who it was, that pulled. You looked at him, as if he had slapped you. ,,Cyare, please let me explain.”

But you shook your head. Padme next to you looked ready to explode.

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As a Celebration to your leave finished Padme took you to 79’s, only because of the dress code it had today evening.

You were so happy to go out with your friend and into the Clone bar, where Commanders like Cody and Wolffe would be armored up and armed, nonetheless. It was save for Padme. You danced with her and she talked about how Bail helped her in certain occasions. And then someone pulled your Hand. You laughed until you saw Mereel. All the Pain you went through returned with one big BANG! In your heart.

You felt Padme ready to fight to your right.  ,,Cyare, please let me explain”. He asked. But the Tears already started to roll down your Cheek, without you noticing.

He carefully reached up with his freehand and gently wiped the tears away. ,, I am so sorry, Cyar’ika. Please let me explain.”

His touch was something you wished for many times, whether it was as gentle as this or rough grabbing your Hand because he helped you up somewhere. But now you couldn’t stop yourself, you flinched.

You saw his heart break there and then as you flinched. But his touch hurt in your heart. You took your Hand out of his. And wiped your tears away. You took a steady breath. ,,Why should I let you explain what looks clear to me?”

He sighed. ,,I know I am a Coward and I am sorry that I am. But Cyar’ika please listen to me.” He looked so unsure and sad. His Voice carried over the loud upbeat Music but you heared perfectly what he said.

,,Make it quick then, your Girlfriend just arrived. I bet she would not like you calling me what you did, when you should be calling her that.”

He nodded. ,,I broke up with her, I never was with her, she was just there and gave the Title to herself. I always wanted you, Cyare. I just went with her so I wouldn’t hurt you.”

You laughed humorless. ,,So you wouldn’t hurt me? How did that go?!” You asked seething.

He looked to the floor. ,,I am sorry Cyar’ika. When I was with her, when I kissed her, I thought of you. She was just a substitute for you. I love you, Cyare.”

Your heart hurt so much with what he said, but you hoped that he meant it. It was not up to you any longer whether you listened to him or not, your legs sagged away and you landed in his arms, the last thing you remember was Pain. Unforgiving, harsh and dark pain.

You woke up in one of your Med beds, I.V. placed as well as an EKG on you chest. Padme was on your left side and Mereel on your right side.

Spawn rounded the corner. ,,There you are, you scared us for a minute, little one.”

You smiler weekly. ,,Why, though?”

He set his Lips in a thin line. ,,Broken heart Syndrome, ever heared of that one?”

You nodded.

,,You got something similar. Instead of staying away, Mereel should stay close to you for now. I could say, dear. Your heart has chosen him and you really need to listen to it. Some of your heart strings ripped due to emotional trauma.”

You looked over at Mereel, he looked unsure of this. He got up and leaned over you. He took  a deep breath and without a warning, kissed you. Your EKG beeped furiously warnings out. Spawn was seconds away from pulling Mereel away and then it normalized.

As he pulled back you slapped him across his Face. Then you reached out and pulled him down for another kiss. After the first shook he kissed you back.

He let go of you again. ,,Cyar’ika?” he asked unsure, he looked to Padma who was squirming with glee, then back down at you.

Your heart did not hurt that much anymore. It’s as if Mereel’s kiss healed something inside of you. ,,Hmm?”

,,I love you and I’m sorry for hurting you. Can you forgive me?”

You nodded. ,,I think I can, pretty boy.”

He kissed you again and Padme hugged Spawn enthusiastically.

Translation from Mando’a :

Baar’ur’ika from Baar’ur ->Doctor/Medic

‘ika  -> little, added to a name as a very familiar or childhood form: Vodˋika, little Vod

Vod-> sibling /brother/ sister

Cyare-> beloved

Mesh’la-> Beautiful

My Stories:

[clonewarslover55]

Head empty, no thoughts, just being marked up by Mereel and hhnbhghhh yes please

I had no idea if you wanted a drabble or not so I wrote a short one anyways 

Warnings: mentions of smut and all that 

Mereel stood behind you as you looked at yourself in the body mirror. His large calloused hands ran down your naked body, “Just look at you Cyar’ika…..” He groaned, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of your neck. 

You were covered in love bites and marks from Mereel, proving that you were his and his alone. He smirked at the reflection of you two in the mirror, “You’re all mine.” He squeezed your ass playfully, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

You both reeked of sex, so you were not only marked up by his hot lips and teeth. You turned around in his arms, “My turn to mark you up now.” You smirked, running your hands through his dark curls. You frizzed them some with your touch, Mereel smirking back at you. 

“Mmmhh I suppose it is.” He muttered, pressing a kiss to your lips.

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[wanderinginksplot-writes]

Voices Carry

Null ARC Mereel x fem!reader slow-burn fic

Word Count: 2,700 words

Warnings: Subterfuge, misrepresentation, and lying

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Part Ten

It wasn’t terribly often that Mereel felt stupid, but this was going on twice in one day. He didn’t like it.

The first had been when Corr of all people had questioned his disguise. Mereel had a whole thing plotted out, a deep disguise complete with a backstory about why he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t give you the chance to recognize his voice, after all.

As he had shown the final product to A’den - the only other Null at the base - Corr had frowned. “You’re a clone.”

“Nothing gets past you, vod,” Mereel sighed, rolling his eyes. “Doesn’t mean we can’t disguise ourselves when we need to.”

“But you don’t need to,” Corr repeated. “You’re a clone. Just put on some shiny armor and melt into the million other clones out there.”

It was a tragically good point, and Mereel thew his entire disguise away to the sound of Kom'rk cackling.

An under-the-radar transport to Coruscant was a simple thing, as was landing in an inconspicuous neighborhood and making his way to the Coruscant Guard headquarters. Getting anywhere too central would have been a challenge thanks to the efforts of one Commander Fox… but slicing into equipment storage took only seconds.

Two minutes later, Mereel was wearing a brand new set of shiny armor. It was a standard Phase II set, nothing more impressive. It made Mereel feel uncomfortably stifled, like it was too small. Even commando armor was better than this, and that was bad compared to the changes Mereel had made to his own Mando-inspired armor.

He took a breath and pressed the discomfort away. There were more important things.

Like nabbing the ID tab from one of the troopers he passed.

With it fixed to his chest, Mereel was a shiny by any outer metric. He grabbed a box, tossed a few datapad components inside, and addressed it to Senator Julgum from a random address in his planet's capital city. When it was sealed, he started for the Senate Building.

The scanners outside the entrance identified him by an unfamiliar CT number, but the guards waved him through without issue. In fact, they didn’t even bother to acknowledge him as a living being. It was standard nattie behavior, honestly, but it irked Mereel as it always did.

Out of stubborn curiosity, he used the scanner embedded in his glove to scan the ID tab himself. The trooper’s name was Chase, newly assigned to the Coruscant Guard. The real Chase hadn’t even painted his armor yet, so Mereel assumed it was a very recent assignment.

Finding Julgum’s office was simple, even if Mereel hadn’t gotten and memorized a copy of the building’s blueprints. The good senator had been placed in an inconvenient section of the Senate building, tucked far away from the majority of the offices. Whether that was because of Julgum’s unpopularity or the way he seemed to attract assassination attempts, Mereel couldn’t be sure. Either way, it made him smile under the protective cover of his borrowed helmet.

Mereel paused outside of the office. The door was open and he could hear movement inside - you, he assumed. He took a moment to fully adopt his character as a wide-eyed shiny sent on an important errand for a senator who clearly thought little of clone troopers…. But that was interrupted by the sound of a soft groan from inside the office.

He had turned the corner before he could think any better of it. There was a human female inside, sitting behind an outdated desk in the cramped waiting area. Behind you and on the opposite side from the main door was another door. Presumably, that one led to Julgum’s office, since it had an expensive-looking but ultimately worthless panel set into the wall on one side. It looked flashy and foreboding, but Mereel had found them exceptionally easy to slice before.

All of that was idly registered by Mereel’s mind. The majority of his thoughts were occupied by something he hadn’t thought of before: he was finally going to meet you. In person. See what you looked like, learn your name. It made him impatient that your hands were covering your face.

“Uh… everything okay?”

Your hands whipped down from your face, exposing a bright smile that would have been lovely if Mereel couldn’t see the emptiness behind it. “Absolutely! How can I help you?”

It was a lie, and not even an overly convincing one, but Mereel couldn’t call you on it. Not without giving himself away, at least. He refocused on his shiny persona and said, “I- uh… Yeah, sorry. I have a package for Senator Joljem.”

An odd tension passed over your face, and it took Mereel a moment to figure out that you were trying to hide a smile at his pronunciation of the senator’s name. “Julgum. He’s very particular about the way that people say it.”

Finally, mispronouncing a name had worked out for him. Mereel should have guessed that you would be the one to pick up on it. He put on his best aw, shucks attitude - created entirely from watching Darman in his early days with Etain - and ducked his head. “Sorry, ma’am. I’m new to Senate patrol.”

“No apologies necessary,” you told him, and Mereel subtly let his shoulders relax. From the soft look on your face, the gesture hadn’t been lost on you. “What’s your name?”

Ah. You were introducing yourself, complete with a handshake. Mereel smiled at the niceties - a grin, really. A mocking one at that, judging the utter gullibility of nat-borns. That was why he was smiling. Certainly not because you cared about a random trooper. Caring like that would get you killed. Mereel wasn’t sure entirely how, but he was sure it would.

Finally, he reached out to accept your hand, shaking it delicately and offering the name he’d picked up from his armor’s ID chip: “Chase, ma’am.”

And you gave your name in return. The very piece of information you’d refused to give him for so long, you offered freely to a faceless trooper who you’d known a total of two minutes. It was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard.

And then you smiled for real and Mereel was worried for his heart.

“You can leave that package with me,” you told Mereel, unaware of the effect you’d had on him. “I’ll make sure the senator gets it.”

Mereel snapped into action, turning to protect the package from your reaching hands. “Sorry, ma’am. That’s very kind of you, but I have orders from my commander. The senator has to sign for it himself, or I have to bring it back with me.”

You frowned slightly, clearly off balance at his refusal. “Is it that important?”

With a meek sort of shrug, Mereel offered, “I don’t know what’s in it. I just know my orders.”

“I’m authorized to sign for it,” you wheedled. “If something goes wrong and the senator doesn’t receive it, the blame will come down on me, not you.”

You were convincing; Mereel would admit that freely. If he were really a trooper running errands - and the box held something more important than a few chunks of a datapad - he would be sorely tempted to leave it with you. It was a wonder anyone ever said no to you at all.

But handing you the box would give the game away, and Mereel was so close… “It would be easier if the senator could just sign for it himself.”

A look of wry amusement passed over your expressive face. “Yes, I agree, but-” The chime of a comlink rang out before you could offer more explanations. “Excuse me me for one moment.”

As you turned away to deal with the caller on the other end of the line, Mereel set to work slicing into the panel of Julgum’s office door. As he had suspected, the panel was flashy and imposing-looking but offered little resistance to slicing. Of course, Mereel had never met a panel that could keep him out, but a cadet could have sliced that security panel. He was inside Julgum’s office before you could even see him enter.

When he did get inside, all Mereel could do was stare around in disbelief. There were no datapads. Standard issue for the Senate building was a max-storage datapad set into the desk itself and a few laid into the walls for projection and security purposes. Julgum’s office was bare of almost any kind of technology, barring a simple intercom system and a digital calendar/address book that looked like it had been manufactured fifty years before.

This couldn’t be it. It couldn’t. Mereel had tucked a small area scanner into a pocket of his body glove and he used it to scan Julgum’s office for hidden tech. On his fourth scan, Mereel was forced to admit the truth: the office had only minimal tech, and none of it originated from outside of the Senate.

Wherever Julgum was storing his information, it wasn’t here.

“Chase-?”

Mereel swore lowly, too quiet for the mic in his helmet to pick up, and hid the scanner just before you walked into the room behind him.

“The door was locked..?”

He shrugged, turning in place to see your confusion. “It opened for me.”

The frown line between your eyebrows didn’t disappear with that answer and Mereel braced himself for a quick exit when you started toward him. “I’m sorry, Chase. The senator isn’t in the office today. Like I said, you can leave the package with me and I’ll make sure he gets it.”

The senator’s office was large, much more so than the tiny waiting area where your desk was stationed, but Mereel could still work out that he needed to leave through the only door. No, the only reason he allowed you to steer him from the room was that he was distracted by the feeling of your fingers guiding his elbow.

You were back in the small outer room before you spoke again. Your eyes searched his even through the visor of the helmet and Mereel found himself raptly attentive when your voice lowered to a soothing register: “You really can leave that package with me if you want. It’s my job to accept packages on the senator’s behalf.”

“Maybe-” Mereel paused to swallow, and he hoped it sounded nervous rather than unsteady. “Maybe you could tell me where to find the senator? Or a private comlink frequency?”

“Are you..?” The quickness of your head snapping up toward him made Mereel want to take a step backward, but he held his ground despite the way your gaze had turned sharp and searching. “You’re not…”

Osik. “Everything okay, ma’am?”

You studied him a moment longer, and Mereel felt bare despite the layers of clothing and plastoid between you. “Have we met before? Your voice sounds familiar.”

It was all Mereel could do to keep from swearing aloud. Instead, he tried to turn the tables, make you feel stupid. “I’m a clone. We all sound the same. Any trooper you’ve spoken to before has the same voice.”

He was concerned when you didn’t immediately brush off your suspicions, but you eventually gave a small laugh that eased him. “Of course. Unfortunately, I can’t give you any further information about Senator Juglum’s whereabouts. But if you’ll write down the details about how he can arrange to get the package later, I’ll make sure he gets it the next time he’s in the office.”

You handed him a stylus and a piece of flimisplast and Mereel set to work. His Binary was a little rusty, but Nulls never forgot anything they had learned. He put two neat folds in the flimsi and gave it back to you.

The smile you offered wasn’t nearly as comfortable as the earlier one had been, but it was still a smile. “Thank you. Please tell your commandker that the senator will be in contact within the next week. Have a wonderful day.”

“You too,” Mereel told you. And then, because he was nothing if not daring, he added, “It was nice to meet you, ma’am.”

Ah, there was the smile he wanted. Two times seeing it and Mereel was already glad for his perfect memory.

But he picked up his pace as he left the turbolift on the ground floor of the Senate building and retraced his steps to the GAR headquarters. He had armor to return and it wouldn’t take you long to decode what he had written down.

It would have been far wiser to write down a dead-end comm code and leave it at that, or give Commander Fox’s information. Hiding wasn’t his style, though. Really, what was the point of all of this if you didn’t eventually learn that he had been in your office? Especially since you had never managed to see his face. It was a delicious master stroke, and Mereel decided to buy Corr a drink as soon as possible.

The shiny armor was returned without incident and Mereel was well on his way back to his transport when he caught sight of plastoid armor. Even from his peripheral, he recognized the trooper in question: Captain Maze.

Mereel didn’t necessarily have a problem with Maze, not like Ordo did, but the captain seemed to think that all the Nulls were trouble. And they hadn’t necessarily done anything to convince him otherwise.

Maze was standing with another trooper as they surveyed the teeming crowds on the street. Mereel vaguely recognized the trooper as Ink, one of the medics with the Coruscant Guard. Maze noticed Mereel an instant after Mereel had noticed him and Maze instantly let out a loud curse.

“What is a Null doing on Triple Zero?” he asked, fully knowing that Mereel could hear him. “This can’t be good.”

Mereel knew Maze was following him even without looking back. Ink was apparently walking along with him. “How do you know he’s a Null trooper? He could just be one of the Guard on some downtime.”

“Look at his walk,” Maze said loudly. “What trooper do you know who does that dayn taab walk?”

Osik. In his excitement and hurry, Mereel had forgotten to check his walk. Dayn taab was a Mando’a term translating roughly to ‘out-foot’. It had started from Kal’buir as a teasing name for the way the Nulls all walked - backs arched to compensate for the heft of their weapons, a heavier gait to make up for the increased weight of their altered armor, and a little more sway to their hips from the kamas.

Well, since he was already made…

Mereel turned, offering a broad smile to the troopers following him. Maze looked unimpressed while Ink looked taken aback. “Captain Maze! What a coincidence.”

Maze gave a skeptical grunt. “What are you doing here.”

“I was hoping to find a helpful member of the Coruscant Guard,” Mereel said, giving his best innocent face. It clearly needed more practice, since both of the troopers looked suspicious after seeing it. He held up Chase’s ID tab. “I found this and was hoping to return it to its rightful owner.”

Ink, now frowning fearsomely, grabbed the tab from Mereel’s hand. “Where did you get this?”

“I told you, I found it,” Mereel said. After all, it wasn’t entirely a lie. “But I don’t have time to track down the trooper who owns it. Is it one of yours?”

The medic used a scanner in his vambrace to read the tab, then nodded. “Yes. I’ll get it back to him.”

“You know we’ll be able to track where that tag went,” Maze pressed. “It’ll be easier if you tell us what you were doing with the ID tab.”

“I’m planetside on an unrelated mission.” Mereel raised his hands palm-out in innocence. “Just trying to do something nice for one of my brothers on the way.”

“Yeah?” Maze stepped closer, trying to loom over Mereel. The Alpha ARCs were big, but Mereel was difficult to intimidate. “And what mission was that?”

“Sorry, Captain,” he apologized with a bright grin. “You don’t have the clearance for that intel. Ret’!”

And then Mereel let himself be caught up in the crowd’s frantic pace, swept far out of sight in an instant.

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Author's Note - Ret' translates to "see you!", or any extremely casual goodbye. I'm sure that was evident through context clues, but I always like to cover my bases!

This is roughly the point I got to before I forgot this story existed, so everything from here onward is fresh writing.

Thank you for reading!

[wanderinginksplot-writes]

Voices Carry

Mereel Skirata x fem!reader slow-burn fic

Word Count: 1,400

Warnings: References to field work, references to near-death experiences, nihilism, discussions of being trapped in a job

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Part Eight

A series of missions and crises kept Mereel busy for two days. He didn’t have time to call you, though that didn’t keep the thought of you from crossing his mind occasionally. Sporadically. Too often, honestly, but the memory of your conversations helped him stay sane, so what was really the harm?

When he got to a safehouse, Mereel collapsed and slept soundly for the better part of a day. It wasn’t enough to regain what he had lost and he could have gladly gone back to sleep for the rest of the day. But something was missing.

He wasn’t even consciously aware of dialing the familiar comlink frequency, but after a moment of listening to the line ring, there was a click.

“Senator Julgum’s office. How may I help you?”

Ridiculously, Mereel had to swallow against a sudden lump in his throat. He hoped he hadn’t picked up some kind of bug in the field. The troopers were engineered with high metabolisms and strong immune systems, but a bad enough cold could affect even them.

“Hello?” you asked, sounding curious and slightly impatient.

“Hey, it’s me.”

There was a beat of silence in which Mereel began to feel very stupid. What if you didn’t know who ‘me’ was? There was a chance you wouldn’t recognize his voice. After all, how many calls did the senator get in a day?

“There you are,” you said at last. The knot in Mereel’s stomach loosened and he felt like he could float - especially at the slightest possible edge of relief in your voice. “Thought you might have died.”

If only you knew how close he had come… Would you be relieved that he was okay or regretful that he’d managed to skirt death?

“I’m touched that you were worried about me, laar’ika.”

Osik. Mereel hadn’t meant for that to slip out. All he could do was hope you somehow hadn’t heard it.

A tired-sounding sigh came over the line. “I don’t even want to know what that means.”

Osik. Okay, Mereel would settle for you not being able to identify it as Mando’a. There were several conclusions you could draw if you figured it out, none of which would work out in Mereel’s favor.

“Maybe I was trying to give you time to catch your breath,” he said playfully. “You know, before I came back to keep charming you off your feet.”

“This is you being charming?” you asked, so disbelieving that Mereel was almost offended. Almost. He was too busy laughing.

“This is extremely charming!” he protested through his own laughter. “C’mon, tell me I haven’t won you over yet.”

“You haven’t won me over.”

“Yeah?” Mereel asked. “Prove it.”

In retrospect, he really should have expected the line to disconnect.

After the previous heavy mission load, Mereel was happy to grab his downtime with both hands. Not least because it gave him the chance to talk to you more regularly.

By this point in your conversations, he had learned several of your favorite and least favorite things, including animals, food, music, and hobbies. He had started moving on to different topics out of necessity. And fervent interest, but necessity was what he told himself.

He decided to jump right in as soon as you picked up his next call. “I think you’re scared of being a disappointment.”

“What if someone else had answered the comlink?” you asked, sounding appalled. “The last thing I need is someone thinking that I’m making personal calls at work.”

Mereel thought about pointing out that the calls were essentially personal by that point, that he hadn’t asked to talk to Julgum in the better part of a week. But he didn’t, guessing that would be a quick way to end this conversation. Even quicker than every other conversation he had ever shared with you.

“I have to talk quickly with you,” he pointed out. “You’re always hanging up on me.”

You sighed, and Mereel grinned at the irritation in it. “Because we have nothing to talk about. You want to speak with Julgum without an appointment and I won’t let you. There’s nothing else to say.”

Mereel hummed. “Agree to disagree, sweetheart. By this point, I think Julgum is the least interesting person in that office.”

“If you’re going to be sarcastic-”

“I’m sarcastic a lot, but not this time,” he argued. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“You’ve never even met me,” you countered. “And you never will. Now, if that’s all?”

“No, it isn’t,” Mereel interrupted quickly, dreading the beep of a severed connection more than anything else in that moment. “And you still haven’t told me whether I’m right. Well, I am right, but you know I like to hear you say it.”

“About me being interesting?”

“No, about your greatest fear.” Mereel paused for a moment to consider it. “Though if you also want to admit that you’re interesting, I would listen.”

With nothing more than the faint sound of you sucking in a breath, Mereel knew he had pushed almost as far as you would go before you cut the call short. “C’mon, you know you want to tell me. What are you afraid of?”

“Heights.”

Mereel mulled that over for a second, considering it from every angle before he ultimately discarded it. “That’s not a fear, that’s an evolutionary respect for something that could kill you. What are you afraid of? What keeps you up at night, makes you feel like you can’t breathe when you think too hard about it?”

“What are you afraid of?” you countered.

“Letting my brothers down,” Mereel answered. It probably wasn’t wise to reveal so much of himself - especially since that actually was his greatest fear - but he figured he was safe. That was anonymous enough to avoid suspicion.

“You have brothers?”

“I do,” he confirmed. “And they are everything to me. Not that I would tell them that, of course. The surge of confidence would kill us all.”

You laughed - not a chuckle or a snort, but a full-fledged laugh - and Mereel’s heart stuttered in his chest. He’d never heard that sound before, but now he wondered how he had managed to live without it.

Ignorant of the effect your laughter had on him, you said, “I see that egotism is a family trait, then.”

“In varying degrees, but yeah.” The quiet felt peaceful. Intimate. Mereel cleared his throat. “So, what’s yours? I’m still gonna guess disappointing people.”

“Not disappointing people,” you scoffed. “Disappointing myself.”

A dozen jokes about egotism sprang to Mereel’s lips, but he pushed all of them away. It wasn’t the time. And, besides, it wasn’t true. Truth seemed more important than jokes just then. As much as that wasn’t Mereel’s style.

“That’s a good fear,” he said instead. “How are you going to avoid disappointing yourself?”

“By finding a time machine, apparently,” you admitted with a sigh. The quiet statement was backed by a shrill creak that made Mereel think you had slouched back in your chair.

“The job is bad?”

“Worse than you would believe.”

“I have some experience with bad careers.” Well, the GAR was closer to servitude than a career, but Mereel felt he could sympathize. “Sometimes, you just have to pick a direction you think will get you out of there. Then you keep going until you get out… or die.”

“Dark,” you commented. “But solid advice. Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

And then, because the mood had started to feel a little too intimate again, Mereel put his best sly tone into his voice. “Y’know, if you really want to thank me for the advice…”

“I’m not telling you my name,” you shut down instantly. You sounded tired, but Mereel was fairly certain the tone was for effect, just as his own had been. You sounded lighter than you usually did.

“I wasn’t going to ask your name!” Mereel protested. “I was going to ask what you look like. I need some way to picture how irritated I make you.”

“I’m not telling you that, either.”

Mereel sighed dramatically. “Fine. But I still bet you’re beautiful.”

“Goodbye.”

The comlink beep wasn’t quite as devastating as Mereel remembered it being. Or, if it was, the effect had been softened by the farewell.

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Author's Note - Well, slightly faster update this time! I've slowed down on working on this story (brain worms from another fandom are taking over lol), but I'm still working on it. Plus there are a solid number of completed chapters ready to go.

Let me go ahead and warn you all that my work is getting busy again, unfortunately. That means I'm probably not going to update more than once a month, which feels a little like cheating since these chapters are so short. Thank you for your patience, and to everyone who was so excited to see this story return!

Thank you all for reading. I'll see you next month!