#republic commando series

[grotesquelyfox]

╰┈➤ Voice kink.

character(s): sev reader: gn!reader warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT

You liked Sev's voice.

Scratch that, you fucking loved Sev's voice.

Yes, he was a clone, and yeah most of them had the same voice, but somehow Sev's voice was deeper, more hoarse. It had a growling undertone to it, in fact, you also loved hearing him growl angrily.

Hearing him talk normally shouldn't get you riled up. But it does, and it gets you worked up hard.

So, every time there's a conversation going on between the Delta Squad, you usually had to physically restrain yourself. Legs crossed as you pretended it was just a plain conversation, because it was.

And yeah, you were a freak, having to excuse yourself just to rub one out because of his voice.

And it wasn't getting any better.

You were sitting on the crate with the others as a quick debrief was in motion. You had your leg over your other one and elbows resting on your knees, your teeth bit down on your lower lip as Sev was talking next.

You exhaled heavily and stood up. "Excuse me," you murmured quickly and went to walk away, but a strong grip on your hand stopped you. You frowned and turned around. "Sev—"

"If you'll excuse us, we need to talk for a moment," Sev spoke roughly and started to drag you away from his brothers, he pushed you into a small room and stayed quiet until he knew the others walked out.

"Sev, let me go."

"Don' think I don' notice you walkin' away from me every time I speak," he whispered deeply, he stepped forward and cornered you to the edge of the room.

"It's not what you think, don't take it the wrong way," you started to speak quietly.

"Mhm, quite the opposite in fact, think I'm takin' it the right way..." he murmured roughly, his nose sliding up your jaw.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, so much for keeping your pleasure under wraps.

"Y'not as subtle as you think... you've been thinkin' 'bout me." Sev pulled his head back and slowly sunk to his knees, his hands gripping your thighs. "What about, I dunno—but you've... mmh."

He pressed his nose against the front of your pants and fluttered his eyes shut, his tongue dragging against the fabric. "Gettin' worked up 'cause of me? Never had such a strong reaction like that to me before. People runnin' away or crossin' the other way, sure..."

"But this? This is new."

You gritted your teeth and arched your back slightly, he knew, he must of known that it was his voice that made you heated. "Liar... you do know what it is."

Sev looked up through his eyelashes and smirked slightly, his tongue dragging across his top row of teeth. "Perhaps, but I wanna hear it from you."

You rolled your eyes but stayed silent, your fingers slid through his hair and you tugged on it slightly—which unexpectedly emitted a long groan from him. Ah, so he likes his hair being pulled on.

"Nnh, tell me what it is, or y'don' get to cum," he mumbled out, his hands slowly tugging your pants down. He pressed a soft kiss to your sex, which seemed to be dribbling quite swiftly.

"Fuckin' tease," you grumbled and tilted your head back against the wall. "You ended the debriefin' just so you could get me to tell ya what I like 'bout you?"

"Mm, not my fault that you keep leavin' early to jack off 'bout me."

"How the hell—?"

But Sev just grinned and a dangerous gleam flashed in his eyes, his tongue dragging across the you, enjoying the small trembles that racked through your legs.

"Shit... c'mon Sev..." you groaned annoyed and bucked your hips up.

He pulled away and tilted his head. "No, y'tell me what it is and then we'll see where it goes."

"Fuck you, I like your fuckin' voice, okay? It turns me on to the point I can't even think, and it doesn't help if you're talking normally."

Sev stared up at you and hummed with approval. "Was that so hard, cyar'ika?"

Now he was doing this on purpose, you groaned and tugged at his hair which earned you another low grunt. "Y'don't get to tease me and then expect me not to do it back."

"Fuckin'... mng." He tilted his head back and let out a deep noise. In return, he pushed his face forward and practically put his entire mouth on you, which then made you moan in return.

So, this was what it was going to be, a dance of domination.

And Sev was winning.

You panted hard and slowly glanced down, you were so thankful in this moment that Sev didn't have his armour on. You moved your foot until you felt a bump and pressed your heel down on it.

The noise that left Sev? Oh, it was to die for, you needed to hear more. It was growly, it was dark and it was throaty—like it came from the pit of his stomach, like he was inexperienced.

This made things better, as you tilted your head to the side in bliss, you moved your foot around in circles and dragging it up and down the now dampening patch.

Which made Sev temporarily pause in his own motions and lean forward, he gripped your ankle and squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure, his hips subconsciously bucked up and he groaned hoarsely.

"Fuck, you sound so fuckin' good, Sev—gonna make me cum from your voice alone."

"Do it, then," he growled out, glaring up at you, annoyed that he seemed to be losing the fight. "Cum without me touchin' you an' with my voice alone."

"Shit, with how you're talking, I just might," you replied breathlessly. The warmth from between your legs soon vanished, it looked like Sev really wasn't joking about what he said.

"Thought I was kiddin', huh?" He muttered, his fingers tightened around your ankle as he slowly rolled his hips up against the heel of your foot. He tilted his head back and groused quietly.

"Y'know, I'm not usually a talkative person," he replied quietly, his hips rocking forward more and more, needing to chase that pleasure that sparked his stomach.

"But knowin' that somebody gets off on it... fuck, bet you're gonna cream your pants just from a li'l talkin'."

"Mmh, y'know I am..." your thighs trembled as you felt yourself tighten up.

You continue to rub up and down Sev's clothed cock, the sounds that left his lips were making you closer.

"Mnn, fuck—hurry it up," he whimpered slightly, oh that was a sound you weren't expecting, and all of a sudden, you dropped down and pressed your lips against his, hard. Your hand replaced your foot and you curled your fingers around him.

Sev's eyebrows furrowed and he dug his nails into your nape. He pressed his chest against yours as he arched his back, your hand finding the small of it.

You may have been seconds away from exploding, but fuck, hearing Sev sound anything but a growl and a deep whine instead? Priorities changed.

"Tell me how close you are," you demanded into his ear.

The commando in response, growled, glaring at you as he opened his eyes. "Enough for me to break your neck if you stop."

"Duly noted," you replied out of breath with a short laugh.

"Fuck, shit—just a li'l fuckin' more or I'll break your guts." He wouldn't, but that was him hiding just how desperate he really was at the moment. He hadn't felt anything like it, speaking dirty about it and experiencing were two completely different things, which he had just found out.

"I know, I'm not stopping, but would it kill you to be a little more nicer about it?" You asked, enjoying the sweaty and panting form in front of you.

Sev closed his eyes again, but squeezed them shut harder this time. His fingers dragged down your skin as a long, throaty groan tore from his lips. His hips jerked forward against your hand a couple times before he paused, warm, thick substance covered your fingers, followed by a pleasurable sigh.

Which in return, actually had you rolling your eyes back and jolting your own hips as you came untouched. You let out a soft moan and leant against him.

Your hand carried on rubbing Sev until he pulled away, in return you moved your hand and rubbed it on your pants, you could sort it out later.

"Mh," a small noise emitted from the man and he relaxed against you. His lips rested against your neck, catching his breath.

You leant against the wall and slowly tilted Sev's chin up with a grin. "Enjoy that?"

"Fuck you," was all he said in return, but he didn't make an effort to leave. He buried his face in your throat and huffed. "These are my only pairs, by the way, asshole."

"Eh, we'll get you another pair."

Well, you both knew who won the domination dance, and it wasn't Sev.

[farmboy1]

Like this is what Traviss should have done. Having the Jedi and Clones bond over their similar upbringing but her Mando wanking got the better of her.

[coquetteangelsketch]

Walon and Kal

I drew how I imagined walon vau and kal skirata.

For walon I kinda imagined him rocking a combed back long-ish hairstyle. With so much gel too like, his hair, it don't move. Also i know hes graying but i feel like instead of peppered through his hair hed have those sexy side streaks of grey. I drew walon with a long face and high cheek bones, really trying to draw out that high quality breeding his aristocratic lineage has that gave us this man. Some reason I also think he would just have big ears, idk. Felt right. Thin eyebrows, thin lips, dimpled chin, long nose, a good hair line and alot of pronounced chiseled but wrinkled features are some other headcanons i have for walon. And I know this man is aged like fine wine, this 50+ old man is so! Just because the wrapper is wrinkled doesn't mean the candy is less sweet! Then again walon would probably be some shit candy like black liquorice or dark chocolate something no one would want tbh.

Kal I did a more friendly face really playing into the whole kal'buir but he does have the whole 180 scary merc look too him when he wants to be intimidating. Though I couldn't resist giving him kind eyes. I imagined him with a droopy face like a basset hound. Bushy untamed eyebrows feels right on kal idk why but it does. He has a weird hairline too, like balding at the top sides yet still having the front kinda full. His face looks square and compact, kinda like the rest of him, idk why but I in-vision kal as like a marvel comic wolverine build but not as buff. Also kal has big ears like walon, idk I just believe in my soul they are big okay. And kals face is nothing but wrinkles. If he wants to come off as friendly or as buir he looks like a kind old grandpa but if he wants to be mercenary skirata then he looks like some rough gangster guy you don't want to mess with. I don't feel like I've done the grey hair all that justice, he's definitely a almost fully silver haired man with his original hair could barely showing through any more like there is the odd dark brow hair CLINGING to stay alive in the sea of silver. Wide nose because big nose supremacy, wrinkled forehead and droopy jowls and cheeks are some other headcanons I invision when thinking of kal.

[lizdoesart27]

[gars-weaponeer]

Niner:

[thelightismine]

having recently re-read the Republic Commando books for the fiftieth time (but the first time as a proper adult), amongst many other things that jumped out at me this time, I've been pondering the Many Failings of Kal Skirata™ - and one thing that kept me awake the other night was the realisation that...it takes Kal ages between adopting Ordo and the rest of his brothers, right??

So I went back and did the math. Kal adopts Ordo in True Colours, soon after rescuing Vau on Mygeeto, at 471 days after the Battle of Geonosis (ABG). An excerpt from the scene below:

"I never adopted you formally," Skirata said. It had been bothering him in recent days, ever since he began to think of the war as having a definite timescale. "Any of you." "Does that matter?" Skirata now felt that it did. No Mando'ad would nitpick over the bond between him and his boys, and as far as the Republic was concerned clones didn't even qualify as people, but his plans to give them a decent future had now become very, very specific. [...] "Yes," he said. He reached to grasp Ordo's hand and recited the short, no-frills gai bal manda - "name and soul," all it took to unpick history and give a child a new parentage. Mandalorians were habitual adopters. Bloodlines were just medical detail. "Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad, Ordo." Ordo stared at their clasped hands for a moment. He had a crushing grip. "I've been your son since the day you first saved my life, Buir." "I think you boys did the saving," Skirata said. "I don't want to imagine where I'd be without you." Skirata was now busy hating himself for not doing this before, not making the ultimate commitment, and he fretted about his five other Nulls scattered around the galaxy.

And having re-read this section in detail, it now baffles me even further that it takes him - wait for it - ANOTHER YEAR AND ~THREE MONTHS to adopt the other five Nulls??

Yes, that's correct. Kal adopts the other five Nulls in Order 66, in the scene where they all come together 'on screen' for the first time, which is set 940 days ABG. That is 469 days after he formally adopted Ordo.

At the time KT wrote these books, according to Legends, one standard year is 368 days, with 12 months of 30 days each. If I've crunched correctly, Kal adopts the other five Nulls roughly fifteen and a half months later than Ordo.

And OHHHH:

The meal was as much a rare celebration as a meeting, and the Nulls even had a few glasses of Chandrilan wine. "I should have done this many years ago, adi'ke." Skirata raised his glass. "Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad - Mereel, Jaing, Kom'rk, A'den, Prudii. There. It's formal, legal. You're my sons and heirs." "And we won't bankrupt you," Jaing muttered. "Not with the amount you're skimming, ner vod," Mereel said raising his glass in return. "Thank you, Buir'ika. An honor." At least one cause for guilt had been lifted from Ordo's shoulders. He was no longer the only Null formally adopted by Skirata. It was a legal detail, nothing more, but Ordo didn't want to be singled out as the favorite. He already felt he had a far easier time than his brothers.

what do you MEAN you just went on and forgot to do it, despite seeing them and speaking to them regularly for over a year, Kal?! yikes

Reading this back again, all I could think was - poor Ordo. It's explicitly stated here that he had been feeling and still feels guilty. Imagine living with the knowledge that your father had only formally adopted you, and not the other five of your closest brothers, for OVER A YEAR- (I will keep yelling it I'm not over it)

When they all make jokes about him being the Number One Son. When they all tease him for being the favourite. How do you think this knowledge affected Ordo’s relationship with his brothers?? Not wanting to mention it?? Do you think he ever did?? How do you think they reacted if they knew he was already adopted prior to this??

Not to mention, how does Kal not see this as something that might cause an issue for Ordo?? With how much he loves him??

I find their reactions interesting, because if they didn't know, they play it very cool. I'm leaning towards they did know, Ordo didn't just sit on this knowledge for over a year, maybe couldn't - because otherwise, why is no one asking why Kal left him out of the list? Why is their only reaction calm pleasantries?

Possibly because they don't care about formal adoption that much - it's worth noting Ordo's reaction is also to kind of brush it all away: "I've been your son since the day you first saved my life, Buir."

(I think it also opens up a bigger discussion about Ordo's role within his brothers as...almost a shield between Kal and his brothers, able to take the brunt of Kal's...manipulations to spare them the same attention - I wonder if they don't care as much about their adoptive status because it doesn't mean nearly as much to them as it does to Kal, because Kal doesn't rule them as much as he'd like to think he does. It’s interesting how Ordo is both uncomfortable with the position as Number One Son but also sees its…strategic value?? He states earlier in the scene that he'll swap drafts with Kom'rk because it's "his turn" to explore the Outer Rim, but as far as we know, he never actually does this - despite missing each other dearly, often, do the other Nulls willingly take missions that get them away from Kal? Which is why Ordo is almost never shown being anywhere that Kal isn't? Also the irony that so many people laugh at Maze for being a highly trained ARC being "wasted" in an office job, but Ordo also as far as we see never does anything flashier, nothing that couldn't be handled by a less superior officer, nothing that's far from Kal's side...)

ANYWAY

I’m just baffled as to how Kal didn’t think immediately after adopting Ordo “and now the other five” - my man, what took you so long?? If you love them all as you say you do??

HMMMM

[craziest-in-the-guild]

I finished reading Order 66 last night. I’ve cried over books before…but oh, I sobbed. I even knew most of what was coming. I’d like to stay in delulu land where everyone lives and gets happy endings 🤧🤧

[kaminocasey]

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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