#Null Arcs🥰

[trixie2023]

Eeeeekkkk! Mereel😍. He’s one of my favorite characters. He’s so much fun.

thanks so much for answering! In that case, might I request something for Mereel skirata? Like he is always flirting with the reader and the reader is kind of annoyed because they think he’s not serious while also having a massive crush on him and then sth happens that prompts them to kiss and turns out he is serious about them? You don’t have to do/follow that of course 🙈 thanks so much!

Not A Toy

Summary: Mereel is a walking, talking headache. But when the base you live on is attacked, you realize that there's more to him than that.

Pairing: Mereel Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 1257

Warnings: innuendo, but nothing too bad

tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: I've never written for Mereel before, but his wookieepedia page was actually useful as to his personality. Thank you for the request! I hope that this is sort of what you were looking for!

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“You alright, Doc?” Your nurse asks as she nervously flutters around you.

“I’m fine. I just have a headache that comes and goes,” You reply as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Oh! I can get you some medicine if you want-?”

“That won’t be-” You pause when the door to the infirmary slides open and a grinning man walks in, and you sigh, “And it’s back again.”

“Hey doc!” Mereel Skirata, like all of his brothers, is incredibly handsome. Unlike many of his brothers, he’s also got the charm to back up his good looks. He’s also incredibly clever and calm and funny…the bastard.

He winks at your nurse, and she blushes red and giggles.

“If you’re here to harass my staff, you can see yourself out-” You say sharply.

“I’m not feeling harassed,” Your nurse says, almost dreamily.

“Don’t you have work to do?” You ask sharply. You’re not jealous. You’re not. You just don’t appreciate him flirting with your staff and distracting them. 

If you keep repeating that to yourself, maybe you’ll believe it someday.

The nurse blanches white, and turns and scurries out of the room.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Mereel chides with a broad grin on his face.

“Do I look like a nice person?” You ask curtly, “What do you want?”

“Why do I have to want something?” Mereel asks, his grin growing as he crosses the room and leans his hip against your desk, “Maybe I just want to see your smiling face.”

“Do I look like I’m smiling?”

“Maybe I can put a smile on your face,” He offers quickly, “I’m very talented in many areas-”

“If you’re not dying, get out of my office.”

“Babe-”

“No.”

“Ner cyare-”

“Do not.”

“The love of my life-”

“Get. Out.”

“But Doc,” His voice has a distinct whine to it, and you glower at him, “I’m in pain.”

“Walk it off.” And then you sigh, “Fine. What’s wrong?”

“Well you see, there’s this pretty doctor I keep talking to-” He says with a sly grin.

“You do realize that I’m not a toy for you to play with, right.” You snap.

“But doc, I’d play with you so good,” He almost coos, his eyes alight with mirth, “Uh…doc…You’re holding that syringe kind of…threateningly.”

“I’m wondering,” You say through gritted teeth, “If I sedate you, it might give enough time for that hole in your face to heal shut.”

“I don’t have a hole in my fac-ohhh…you’re talking about my mouth.”

“Yeah. I am.”

“Aww,” He coos at you, “You’re adorable when you’re threatening me. Super hot. Very attractive.” You click your tongue at him, and he laughs and moves away from your desk, “Alright, alright. I’m leaving. I’m sure you have very important doctor work you need to do. I’ll see you later, ner cyare!”

“Please don’t.” You sigh as the door slides shut, and you drop your head on your desk. You need migraine medicine. 

An hour later, the base is rattled by an explosion.

You immediately jump to your feet and grab your med bag and head towards the explosion. There has never been an explosion so close to base before, but you don’t think about the potential danger to yourself. 

You let out a startled noise when a strong hand wraps around your upper arm and jerks you back. “What the hell are you doing?” Mereel rips his helmet off, “Where are you going?” He demands.

“There was an explosion, which means injured people.” You say as you try and pull your arm from his grip, though you’re not able to, “Which means, Mereel, that they need me.”

“You-” For once, he seems to be at a loss for words, “Are you fucking stupid? You don’t even have armor! You’ll be killed.”

You scoff, “Please. That’s hardly a concern. You and your brothers are here after all.”

“Holy shit.” Mereel shakes his head, “I am flattered at your faith in us, but I am not allowing you to run into an active battlefield.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

“Oh my god, you’re so stubborn! Why am I in love with you?” He rubs the back of his neck, “Fine! Fine. But you are going to go to the medical tent and you are going to stay there.”

“Can we rewind to the point where you said you’re in love with me?”

“No. Yes.” He pauses, “Later. We’re being attacked. Priorities, Doc.” Mereel drags you down a different hall, “There. Medical tent. With the red symbol on it.”

“I know what a medical tent looks like.” You snark.

He stares at you, “Then get to it.” He pulls his helmet on as another explosion rocks the base, “Now! And stay there.” He warns as he jabs his finger in your face.

“You’re not my mother,” You grouch as you hurry over to the tent, while Mereel hurries in the opposite direction towards the explosions. 

The fighting continues for hours, though the explosions stop after the first thirty minutes. At least, you think they have, you’re rather distracted with trying to save the lives of the people in your care.

And by the time the fighting is over, you’re sore and exhausted, and you just want to sleep for the next week or so.

You check on your patients one more time, making sure that they’re stable enough to be moved to the infirmary to receive proper medical care, and then you step out of the tent and roll your shoulders. You stop at the medical droid and give the order to start moving the injured, and then you step away to head back to your office.

You don’t make it to your office. Instead someone tugs you into a supply closet, and before you realize what's happening, you’re pressed back against the door.

Mereel looks down at you, caged between his arms. There’s something warm and soft on his face, and it makes your stomach flip nervously. “You’re filthy,” You say softly.

And he is. His armor has dirt and dust covering it, and his hair is laying flat, from wearing his helmet for so long. “Wanted to see you before I shower and crash,” He replies easily.

“Are you hu-”

Your question is cut off when he crashes his lips against yours. His gloved hand comes up to cradle the back of your head as he presses himself tighter against you.

Mereel’s armor presses against you uncomfortably, uncomfortably enough that you’ll probably have bruises if he doesn’t pull away, but you don’t care as you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck.

He groans into the kiss and then he effortlessly lifts you so that you’re able to wrap your legs around his waist. And only then, when you’re in his arms, does he break the kiss and bump his forehead against yours.

“I hope,” Mereel says quietly, “That this is proof that I mean it when I flirt with you.”

You smile at him, and lightly press one of your hands against his cheek, “It’s a pretty good hint, yes.” You slowly trail your thumb across his cheekbone, “You know…I’m not much of a cook, but I do make a pretty good cheesecake.” You whisper.

“Yeah?”

“If you want I can make us some tomorrow. And we can talk and figure us out?” 

“Are you asking me on a date, ner cyare?” Mereel asks, delight on his face.

You smile shyly, “Yeah. I guess I am.”

He kisses you then, soft and sweet, “It’s a date.”

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Oooooh, prompts!!!! 🤩🤩 ok, so, for the prompts I have one slightly more traditional (??) and one left field. Feel free to pick either, both, or none!! 💚💚💚

’greeting kiss’, frontie x corrie, I was thinking Fox/Echo/Fives, but I feel also Thorn/Bacara??

a bit more left field: ‘kiss on the back of the hand’, where force shenanigans kick drop Din Djarin in the same age range as the Alphas (Fordo?)(or the Nulls?) (or viceversa, up to you!)

Teehee thank you for the prompt, dear friend 🥰 I went with EchoFoxFives because the concept of them is so crunchy!! For some reason the greeting kiss is... very delayed but that's why this thing is 3k. Little excerpt to tease you, the rest is on Ao3 :3

The 501st larty swooped down from the sky, the roar of its engines buffeting the air back and forth. Before it could draw level with the landing platform, its hatch slid open—and revealed a bay that was crammed to the seams with troopers, generously skirting the vehicle’s cargo capacity. Fox didn’t even bother to shake his head where he was standing and waiting at the edge of the platform, arms folded behind his back and kama flapping in the wind. The larty pilots never learned anything from reprimands, anyway—and when they did, it was usually too late. Hooting and hollering sounded from the open hatch. A pair of fully armoured ARC troopers—both flaunting a single deep blue pauldron—were jostling their way to the front to a chorus of curses and jibes from their fellow travellers. Once at the edge, they paused, looked at each other, and nodded. Then, as one, they let go of the handholds they’d been gripping and plummeted over the edge. Fox’s breath curdled in his throat, and his fingers twitched reflexively to his commlink. But it was too late. In almost perfect sync, the ARCs executed a somersault each in mid-air and whooped as their jetpacks kicked in right after, decelerating their fall mere inches before their boots hit the landing platform.

Read the rest on Ao3.

[trudemaethien]

Fordo/Ordo on Coruscant's streets for the ask meme?

--MandalorianBrainWeasel

for @mandalorianbrainweasel 🥰

Fordo/Ordo on Coruscant's streets 😌

you said: “Seventy-Seven was Ordo for a long time to piss off someone in a different group and then he decided he liked Vhordo better, and that became Fordo.”

At the sound of his name being called, his head went on the swivel, so he immediately scoped the other ARC responding to it as well. He didn’t even pause to deliberate; “Yes?” he answered authoritatively, and watched the trooper who’d called out Ordo falter and glance uncertainly between the two of them.

“Fuck off,” the other ARC snarled. “Corr, that shabuir is Fordo, Fett’s Ordo, and he thinks he’s hilarious—don’t listen to him.”

Fordo graciously held off until the CT was looking away before he tipped his helmet provocatively, and although the Null ignored it, his furious posture was as good as a promise to seek Fordo out later, to try once again, futilely, to sway the Alpha.

(Fordo can hardly wait.)

[wanderinginksplot]

For the WIP ask, I absolutely ADORED Gar Cabur. ❤️❤️ Now I'm looking forward to the sequel. 🥰

Is there anything you can share about Gar Cyare and/or related works? 😍

Thank you for asking, friend! I'm glad you liked Gar Cabur! Gar Cyare will focus on Alpha and reader as they settle into their new relationship and deal with the challenges that presents, along with the continuing war.

I'll give you two factoids because you're always so kind to me! First, we'll see more characters from the legends, including Kal Skirata and the Null ARCs. Second, Gar Cyare will have a few tie-in chapters just like Gar Cabur did - at least one of which will be hosted on my NSFW side-blog... 👀

[eobe]

👀✨ Uuuuuuh! Null ARCs are a rare phenomenon at a GAR goth night, a mysterious holographer might be thrilled!

🤪 I never thought I‘d come to see a pastel goth Null ARC trooper 🤯🥰 @nocturius8015ficore I love your traditional art 😎🫶

Quick art: Null ARC trooper Jaing, In Pastel Goth. Traditional ink and colors pencils

@wings-and-beskargam Nothing is impossible to a Null. 😘 You

You thought those socks would not fit the GAR goth night? -> original link

Nocturius: We got Mereel as a known whore but Jaing is fishing with fishnets in a totally the different pond. The holonet communities. The furries, the kinkies and other queers. With his ''programmer socks'' of course.

On a technical POV. I didn't have much time to draw a proper background and I drew way too fast with the colors pencils to have optimal result. I still decided to post it for the funzies. (which is all that really matter tbh) 😉

I might re-draw it one day or maybe one of you folk can re-draw it in your style. That would be cool. I'm not that good with cutie kawaii stuff.