#null 11

[loverboy-havocboy]

ordo skirata for @mamuzzy <3

[pestercide]

Decided to revisit my Minecraft spooky guy designs

Old designs here

[potatosoupwithcornandstuff]

Oh boy, I sure do find this "NULL" guy to be cool!! I wonder what his trivia has to say about him!!

[five-oh-thirst]

Springtime Woes

Pairing: Ordo/Maze

Summary: It's mating season, and Ordo is struggling with his body's instinctual needs while Maze is trying to keep his patience in check.

Tags & Warnings: 18+, NSFW, omegaverse, established relationship, mates, mating cycles/heat, alpha!maze, omega!ordo, smut, riding, knotting, rough kissing, bickering/arguing, referenced breeding, referenced m!preg, domestic, light angst, fluff, humor

Word Count: 4.7k

Notes: Happy birthday, @mamuzzy!!! 🥳 I really hope you like what I made 💙 I got permission from ithilia to use this art piece as the header because it kind of matched a scene 🫶🏻 My inspiration for the fic came from a highly unusual source, an episode of Bonanza (an American Western TV show from the 60s). Specifically, the first three minutes of this episode 😂 I'm gonna say loosely inspired, lol.

Prompt Day 6 - AU @ordomaze2024

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Music Vibe:

Maze cracked his stiff neck with a loud pop as he walked towards the beeping caf maker, his eyes barely open as his body moved on auto-pilot. He slept poorly last night thanks to his beloved mate, Ordo. He kept tossing and turning throughout the night and landed several too-well-placed kicks to be considered accidental into Maze's side. It wasn't like it never happened–Ordo was rough with everything, including sleep–but this was too much.

Maze opened the cabinet above the counter and pulled out his favorite mug. It wasn't that pretty, but it was a gift from Ordo, and the words 'GAR's Best Alpha Null' were written in black ink across the white surface. He had to admit it was funny, but Maze thought it would've been smarter to just put 'GAR's Best Captain', so it made sense for both of them to use, but arguing that point wasn't worth it. Arguing any point with Ordo wasn't worth it.

He grabbed the handle of the glass carafe and yawned as he poured its freshly percolated contents into his mug, accidentally overflowing while his eyes were closed. The hot caf spilled over the edge, down the side of the mug, and dripped onto the floor next to his bare feet. He cursed under his breath and placed the mug down on the counter. If this indicated how the rest of his day would go, it would be a bothersome day.

With his right hand, he pulled the towel hanging from the oven handle off and dropped it onto the spilled caf, then used his foot to mop it up because it was too early to exert that much energy before he drank his first mug of caf. Once it was cleaned, he grabbed the mug off the counter, careful not to spill it again, and lowered his lips to suck some off the top so he could walk with it. It was still hot, and he grimaced as it burnt his tongue, but it tasted good.

After a few careful steps, he sat down at the kitchen table and set the mug on the drink coaster Ordo also gave him. This one read 'shabuir' and was clearly in Ordo's handwriting. He then put his glasses on and picked up his data-pad to read the news. The spring solstice had just arrived a few rotations ago, and the news was chock full of headlines like, 'Mating Season Must-Haves', 'How to Boost Your Chances at a Full Litter', and 'Tips and Tricks for First-Timers'.

Maze scoffed and rolled his eyes. He wished one of those stupid articles written by a teenager could help him, but unfortunately, Alpha and Null clones didn't come with basic instruction manuals and all the normal things that normal mates did never worked for them. It wasn't their first mating season, far from it, but the last one was completely miserable for both of them and he hoped this one would be slightly better. A lot of that depended on Ordo.

Speaking of Ordo, the fact that he was still in the bedroom sleeping, and the sun was already shining through the bay window, wasn't a good sign. Morning caf was one of their only civil times together, and if he slept in any later, he'd also miss their mid-morning sparring session. Neither was willing to get soft in front of the other and brawling on a mat to start the day was the best way to prove it. It also was a good way to release pent-up frustration.

The shower afterward always felt good, too. If he won, he could enjoy some hot and steamy shower sex without an argument, but if Ordo won, he usually showered alone. Which wasn't the worst thing he could get for losing. It's not that Ordo didn't like sex, he just didn't like sex with Maze, which also made zero sense. Others, even brothers, found their arrangement odd, but that was their relationship and Maze wouldn't have it any other way.

A loud thud came from the bedroom, and within seconds a sweet and tantalizing aroma wafted past Maze's nose. He scrunched his face and forcefully blew air out of his nostrils to clear the scent before it made its way to his brain. It was pretty powerful, even from a distance, and Maze lifted the mug to his lips to try and mask it. It worked until the hot liquid steamed up his glasses and he couldn't see the news article he was reading.

Several more loud thud came from the bedroom and Maze sighed. Placing his mug down, he got up to see if Ordo was okay. Maker only knew what he was doing in there. As Maze approached the bedroom, the scent drifting out of the open doorway was so strong he choked on it. Maze clamped his fingers around his nose and then flicked the light switch on with the other to shed some light on the situation.

The sight that greeted him made his eyes widen and his jaw drop. Their bedroom looked like it had been hit by a thermal detonator, or two. All the furniture had been moved out of place, but none of it was rearranged, just crooked and unorganized. The bed sheets were falling off the bed, the curtains were halfway off the windows, and their clothing was scattered across the floor. It was as if Ordo attempted to make a nest, but gave up halfway through. 

And then there was Ordo, half-undressed and sprawled out on his back on the bed, like a starfish, with his head hanging over the far edge. His bare chest glistened with sweat and his shorts were visibly damp. He looked completely disheveled and very uncomfortable.

"Null," Maze said, his voice nasally from holding his nose shut.

"Alpha," Ordo answered, not bothering to pick his head up.

"Can you close your legs?" Maze asked. "Your Eau de Omega is leaking out."

Ordo swiped his hand down his sweaty stomach but left his legs where they were. "No. It's too hot."

Maze tilted his head out of the room and looked at the thermostat on the wall. It was set to a nominal temperature and was comfortable to him, but he wouldn't say it was hot. It took a second to click, but when the realization hit him that what he thought was going to happen, was now happening, he leaned against the door frame and sighed. "Of course you're hot. You're going into heat."

Ordo groaned loudly. "Over my dead body."

Maze gave up on keeping Ordo's 'please-mate-with-me' scent away and relinquished his grip on his nose. He took a deep inhale and allowed the strong odor to fill his lungs until his extremities tingled with anticipation. His body shuddered, but he kept his mind in check. It was inevitable at this point and there was no use in trying to ignore it, but his main focus now was getting them both through this mating cycle alive, and with Ordo, that wasn't easy.

He sat down on the edge of the bed next to one of Ordo's outstretched legs and ran his hand down the dampened hair and skin. "You know you can't fight it."

Ordo bent the leg and kicked Maze in the side. "I'm a Null," he said. "I can fight anything."

"Did you forget about last cycle?" Maze asked as he rubbed his side, annoyance already simmering under the surface. He needed to be more careful about touching him.

Ordo was quiet before he responded. "That doesn't count."

Maze smiled knowingly. "And the one before that?"

Ordo sat up, leaving an obvious damp splotch on the bed sheet beneath where he was lying. "This is karking stupid!" he shouted, clearly trying to change the subject from Maze being right and him being wrong. "I wasn't made for this." He scooted forward and leaned his forehead against Maze's back, a deceptively sweet gesture, and panted into his shirt as the heat from his body radiated off of him like the sun.

"Technically, you were," Maze said, noting that it probably still wasn't safe to touch Ordo even though he was touching him. "All the Nulls are omegas."

"And I hate it!" Ordo yelled. He gripped Maze's shirt, clutching the fabric with tight fists. "It's degrading. I'm a cold-blooded killer, not someone's cock-drunk knot-loving baby-making bitch. I'm not gonna push out any stupid babies or push around some karking stroller."

"Do you remember what Kal told you about omegas? Maze asked, trying to redirect his emotions.

Ordo rolled his eyes and groaned into Maze's shoulder blade, biting the shirt there for emphasis.

Maze chuckled. "C'mon, tell me."

"That omegas are highly valued members of Mandalorian society because children and family and blah, blah, blah," Ordo mumbled.

"And you don't think you're a valued member of Mandalorian society?" Maze asked, turning his head slightly to try and get a look at Ordo's face.

"I'm a verd," Ordo argued. "It's different."

Maze snorted. "If you said that to a group of Mandalorian omega warriors, they'd beat your ass into the ground like a tent stake."

Ordo whined and rubbed his sweaty cheek on the piece of shirt he had bitten. "I already know I'm a terrible omega. No need to rub it in…"

Maze sighed and let himself fall backward onto the bed. He landed with a soft plop and laced his fingers together under his head as he stared up at the ceiling fan while his legs dangled over the edge. Ordo was a tough case to crack, and they went around in this same circle every mating season. It was exhausting to constantly reassure Ordo's status as an omega, but it's what he signed up for, and he wasn't about to be called a quitter now.

Ninety-nine percent of modern society was made up of female-oriented omegas, but for some stupid reason, no one fully understood, the Kaminoans decided the first clones would be genetically altered to be male-oriented omegas. Their flawed logic was that they could curb Prime's alpha aggression by splicing his alpha DNA with omega DNA, which statistically would make them more submissive and docile, but it backfired, and the Nulls suffered for it.

Maze turned his head to the side and stretched out his right hand to brush it along Ordo's spine. "Null," he said. Ordo didn't turn around. "Ordo, look at me."

Ordo twisted his torso around to face him and Maze's eyes softened at what he saw. Sweat poured off Ordo's face like raindrops on a window pane, his hair soaked from root to tip, and it looked like he was hiding a painful ache somewhere deep within his body. It wasn't Ordo's fault that he was made like this–an abomination of nature in more ways than one–and it was heartbreaking for Maze to watch his alpha and omega sides war with each other.

"You're not a terrible omega," Maze said. "You're just… a little messed up, like me."

Ordo huffed, but there was a hint of fondness in his eyes. "I'm more messed up."

"And more beautiful," Maze added with a grin. His eyes lowered to the dimples peeking out above Ordo's shorts and he couldn't help but let his mind run a little wild with all the things he wanted to do to him. His alpha instincts were kicking in and kicking in hard.

Ordo looked shocked and whipped his head back around. For a split second Maze thought he messed up, but was pleasantly surprised when Ordo stood up, took his shorts off, tossed them somewhere onto the floor, and then turned around to face him. Maze was dumbstruck at the sight. Ordo's entire body glistened with a sheen of sweat, and his upright position caused slick to ooze out of him. He was the most gorgeous omega he'd ever seen.

"Stop staring," Ordo said, casting his gaze to the side. "It's embarrassing."

Maze propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look, eyes glued to the trails of slick now running wild down Ordo's thighs, then looked up at his face. "Do you want me to take my glasses off?" His voice was hoarse and he took a second to clear it. "You know I'm blind as a bat without them."

Ordo put his hands on his hips and shifted his weight to one leg. "Just shut up and take your stupid cock out before I change my mind."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Maze said with a small laugh. He lifted his hips and slipped his sweatpants off, revealing his large cock that was already hardening with excitement. He wrapped his left hand around the shaft and lazily stroked himself until it was standing firm. "How do you want to do this?"

"Scoot back," Ordo said, gesturing the order with a nod of his head. "I wanna be on top."

Maze did as he was told, moving back up the bed until his full body was splayed out. He didn't have an issue with Ordo taking control; it only meant he'd have to throw his alpha instincts into the backseat. Which wasn't the most difficult thing to do, but it was annoying. He wanted to pounce on Ordo like a regular alpha and omega pair would do, but he couldn't. Mating season was hard enough on normal mated pairs, but this was as good as it was going to get for them.

However, even though Maze followed the instructions perfectly, Ordo still looked hesitant standing in front of him. "Can't you just take it off and let me do it myself?" Ordo asked.

Maze laughed. "If I could, I would." It all sounded like a silly joke, but Maze knew well enough that there was a touch of sincerity in that request, and he took it seriously. "We don't have to do this, you know. They make alpha-sized dildos for–"

"No!" Ordo interrupted. He took a deep breath. "I just–" he shook his head. "I want to be a good omega–I do–but every time I try, I– I mess it up. My brain, my body, my heart, my instincts, and my training can't seem to agree on anything and it jumbles it all up into a big mess in my head."

"Which one is speaking to you the loudest?" Maze asked.

"My body," Ordo said without much thought. "Stars, I need a knot so badly, it kriffin' hurts. I feel so… empty." He visibly bristled and Maze could tell Ordo was uncomfortable admitting that much information.

"Then put the other voices in a box and take them back out later when your body is satisfied," Maze said. "Focus only on your needs at this moment. Close your eyes. Regulate your breathing. Empty your mind of everything other than what you need right now."

Ordo didn't hesitate. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

Maze could only imagine what was running through Ordo's head at that moment if anything at all. Nulls were good at separating themselves into neat little compartments to make war easier, but in this type of situation, Ordo needed a little more patience and a little more guidance to get him to a point where he could do it. On a mission? It was completely automatic. But in a domestic relationship? It was like herding tookas.

Ordo opened his eyes after a minute and Maze could tell he had succeeded in the exercise because his pupils were blown wide and slick poured out of him, plopping wetly onto the hardwood floor beneath. Maze was a bit surprised by the major shift and wondered just how much Ordo was holding back and how painful it must've been to do so. But even if Ordo was on board now, it didn't give Maze free rein to do as he pleased.

"What do you want?" Maze asked, his voice low and gentle.

"I want your knot," Ordo said. "Right now."

"Take it," Maze said, releasing his hand from the thick shaft and leaning back. "It's all yours." He knew Ordo still wanted to be in charge, even after he shoved that part of his personality aside for the time being, and he wasn't about to betray his trust by taking it back, even if his alpha instincts screamed at him to slam Ordo's face into the floor and mount him.

Ordo wasted no time and climbed on top of Maze, straddling his thick, muscular thighs, but he leaned forward past the swollen cock between them and smashed his lips against Maze's in a brutal kiss. It took Maze a second to process what was happening, but once he did, his cock twitched with excitement beneath Ordo's stomach and he wrapped his hands around Ordo's thighs, squeezing them until he bruised the skin beneath his fingertips.

Ordo bit Maze's bottom lip in retaliation, drawing blood and smearing it with his lips as he continued to kiss Maze like he owned him. But, before Maze could react to the pain, Ordo broke the kiss and licked the blood that pooled on his lips, effectively swallowing any noise Maze wanted to make in the process. Then he stopped, panting heavily, and Maze could see he was still struggling internally. His eyes were back to pinpoints, and he looked conflicted.

Maze lifted his head and nuzzled Ordo's neck with his swollen, bleeding lips, skating them over the faded mating mark he made the cycle before. He'd need to refresh that at some point, but not now. Following Ordo's jawline, he strung together a set of kisses to his earlobe and nibbled on it gently. "Don't forget what you need," he whispered. "You can murder me afterward."

Ordo growled and sat up. Maker, it was a glorious sight to see Ordo sitting on top of him, sweat running down his sculpted chest in narrow rivulets, slightly curving around his raised pecks, and then collecting at his navel where it mixed with the precum that leaked from his stiff and neglected cock. It was a shame that Ordo didn't understand how beautiful he was as an omega, but no matter how hard Maze tried, it never sunk in.

Another deep growl rumbled out of Ordo's chest and he ground his hips down, letting his first moan of pleasure fall from his lips. Now he was stalling and Maze was getting impatient. Maze grabbed his cock and squeezed it with exaggerated movements, trying to get Ordo to focus his attention on what he really needed. If Ordo didn't take his knot, then this whole thing was a waste of time and they both would be worse off than when they started.

"C'mon, Ordo," Maze goaded as he continued to stroke himself seductively. "Don't tell me you're afraid of it. Big, bad Null afraid of an Alpha's cock."

"I'm not afraid of anything," Ordo sneered, still grinding his hips in a rhythmic motion against Maze's thighs.

"Then kriffin' sit on it already!" Maze yelled, finally allowing himself to verbalize his frustration. "I don't have all day." He didn't enjoy being rough with Ordo when he was in this kind of vulnerable state, but it was either that or lay there and get blue balls while he waited for him to make up his mind.

Ordo stopped moving and twisted his face into a snarl. "Don't yell at me!"

Maze snarled back. "I wouldn't have to yell at you if you would just stop being a pussy and sit on it!"

"Fine!" Ordo shouted. He lifted his hips and lined up his opening to Maze's cock, then slammed himself down. The movement was so precise and quick that it made an audible smacking sound and the rapidly displaced slick made an obscene squelch.

Maze felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs when Ordo's full weight smashed down onto his cock, squishing his already full balls painfully between his legs. He had to consciously tell himself not to vomit from the pain, because if he did, Ordo would probably let him drown in it and suffocate to death. It was a big maybe, but it wasn't a maybe that Maze wanted to play around with while Ordo had him pinned.

"There," Ordo said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Happy now? I'm sitting on it."

Maze's response came out as a strained wheeze. "You did that on purpose."

"I did what you told me to do," Ordo said with a mocking tone. "Not my fault if your instructions were unclear, Captain."

Maze thumped the back of his head against the mattress and groaned. He didn't understand it. He'd never understand it. Every mating cycle turned into the same thing; a fight. Outside of the mating season, they could have mostly normal, ordinary, everyday sex like everyone else in the galaxy, but something about mating season always got Ordo's panties in a bunch and it turned out like this. And now, his patience for their game was almost gone.

Maze picked his head up after a minute. "Can you at least move a little bit?"

Ordo shrugged. "You didn't ask me to move."

"Maker, you have a smart mouth," Maze said, narrowing his eyes. His annoyance meter was narrowly away from its breaking point. "Maybe I should stick my knot in your mouth instead. At least you'd shut up for a while."

Ordo clenched his jaw and leaned over Maze's chest, giving his cock a little taste of the friction it desired, and brought his eyes only millimeters away from Maze's. "I will slit your throat in your sleep."

Maze knew it wasn't an empty threat, none of Ordo's threats were fully empty, but he smiled and took the opportunity to capture Ordo's lips with his. He thought Ordo would fight him, but he didn't, so he slid his tongue across the crease of his lips, tasting his blood from earlier, and Ordo surprisingly opened his mouth to let him in. Seizing the best opportunity he had, he went to work exploring Ordo's mouth with his tongue.

However, it was also a sneaky little trick and he slowly smoothed his hands down Ordo's back and sides until they settled on his hips. As he deepened the kiss, he gently pushed and pulled Ordo's hips back and forth, guiding him into a steady rhythm to give them both the friction they so desperately needed. Eventually, Ordo began moving his hips on his own and releasing short, puffy moans that Maze enjoyed.

"That's it," Maze praised into Ordo's neck. He thrust his hips up experimentally and Ordo moaned louder. "That's a good boy."

"Don't–ah–call me that," Ordo said, but his words had no bite, not while he was pleasuring himself on Maze's cock. "I'm not–ah–your good–ah–boy. Ah!"

Ordo sat up, hands braced on Maze's stomach, and rocked his hips faster and harder, now meeting Maze's thrusts in earnest. His pupils overtook his irises once again and his mouth fell open to release heady moans of pleasure. It was music to Maze's ears, seeing Ordo return to being his horny omega; so desperate and needy for his cock. Now all he had to do was stare up at his beautiful mate and focus on finishing strong.

It wouldn't take long with the way Ordo squeezed his cock. Normally, during mating season it would feel cavernous, like it could never fully be filled, but not this time. This time it was tighter, and every time Ordo slid himself up and back down, the drag on the head of his cock made him see stars. He didn't need to reach the end of it, he didn't need to hit a goal post, he just needed the drag against Ordo's ribbed walls. It felt incredible like it always did.

"I'm gonna come," Maze said, his voice breathy. He could feel his balls tightening and his knot began to inflate, catching on Ordo's opening. His brain was turning to mush, but he still needed to hold out for a little bit longer to make sure Ordo didn't try to rip his knot out after it inflated. "Do you want it? You gotta tell me you want it."

"Maker, yes!" Ordo moaned, seating himself on the bulbous base after the last downward stroke. He wiggled his hips and nestled down to let it fully inflate inside him. "Please. I need your knot."

That was all Maze needed to hear before he allowed himself to pursue the building tension in his lower abdomen. He was so close, but he needed just a little more to push him over the edge. He focused on Ordo's delicious moans, then it suddenly snapped like a taut wire and Maze came with a convulsing cry. The feeling of hot cum gushing out and filling Ordo was overwhelming, and as his knot inflated, binding them together, they both experienced pure bliss.

Maze's mind flooded with instinctual thoughts of how many babies he was making, what Ordo would look like pregnant, and how they'd raise their ik'aad together, but those thoughts were gone as quickly as they came. It's not what Ordo wanted, at least not right now, and if he drilled deep enough into his own psyche, he probably didn't want it either, but it was nice to fantasize about it. It was part of his alpha nature, and so he let himself feel it in the moment.

Ordo collapsed on top of Maze's chest, panting heavily into his neck. Maze nuzzled Ordo's flushed cheek with his own and licked a bead of salty sweat that ran down his nose. Maze could already tell that Ordo's bodily needs were being met and the pain that he felt earlier was being replaced by euphoria. It was also in these small moments that Ordo fully surrendered to the omega part of his personality and let Maze pamper him for a bit, but not long.

"You did good," Maze praised. He wrapped his arms around Ordo's back and massaged his hands up and down the length of his spine, feeling the once-heated skin finally cooling down. He would probably start shivering soon, so Maze briefly removed one of his hands from Ordo to grab the blanket that was half falling off the bed and tossed it on top of him.

Ordo nuzzled in further and groaned, saying something too muffled and incoherent to understand.

Maze nudged Ordo's face out of his neck so he could hear him. "Can you repeat that?"

"Don't tell them," Ordo whispered, his face was still flushed, but it wasn't from the heat. "Please don't tell them I begged for it."

Maze smiled and planted a few strategic butterfly kisses where he could reach. "I won't. That stays between us and only us. No one needs to know what we do behind closed doors."

"And don't ever leave me," Ordo added quickly, gripping Maze's shirt possessively. "I know I'm not easy to deal with, but I can't imagine going through this without you."

"You're a pain in my shebs," Maze said with a light chuckle. It was rare to have Ordo get sappy on him, and as much as he liked it, he knew it was fleeting, and they'd be back to bickering as soon as his knot deflated. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Ordo shifted on top of Maze to get more comfortable, but he pulled at the knot in the process and they both moaned at the feeling. "I hate spring," he mumbled.

"Me too," Maze said. He didn't hate it as much as Ordo did, because, in reality, he did have the nice end of the deal, at least in his opinion, but it was still annoying to go through all the motions and emotions so many times. Unfortunately for them, spring had only just begun and there would be plenty more arguments, fights, and aggressive mating sessions before summer rolled around and they could get back to their normal life. "Same time tomorrow?"

Ordo nestled against Maze's chest and closed his eyes to rest. "Only if we have to."

[lucksea]

ive finished the first part of my extended collection of ultraman / game changer animatics.. so heres what ive got so far to celebrate!

[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

[wizardofrozz]

Learning to Trust

Ordo Skirata x reader, mention of Mereel and Kal Skirata

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: swearing, mention of war, mostly just fluff

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

jagyc’kovid: dickhead

shabuir: motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I?” he asked softly. 

“Please.” 

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

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

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

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

“What’d you do to your head?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[mr-1-2-3-4]

Happy new year with some of the shadows- @pampanope @kings-out-of-pocket-hell

[thebekashow]

why did i fucking make this.

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Ordo: “Nobody wants to admit they ate 9 cans of ravioli but I did and I’m ashamed of myself but the first one doesn’t count then you get to the second and third and fourth, the fifth I just burned through like a blowtorch and then I just kept eating.”

[jaebird88]

Seeing Kitana defeat Shao Kahn, uniting all of Outworld, and becoming Kahn herself is another great story moment. I sure hope no timey-wimey shenanigans makes such an achievement null and void...

[trudemaethien]

love in all the wrong places

Kal/Ordo, rated E, not quite daddy kink, very dubious consent due to mistaken identity

Ordo cannot decide at this point which reality he’d rather have: that Kal doesn’t recognize him and would never dream of doing such things to his own son, or that his father would always know Ordo from among a million other clones and yet still act so…

He closes his eyes and opens his mouth.

read on AO3 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/48610801

[trixie2023]

❤️The Skirata boys are my favorites.❤️This is so sweet. I’ve been out of sorts the last couple of weeks. I’ve missed a lot of your fics. Time to catch up.

ORDO…

Love your writing

I was wondering if you could write a Vau daughter x one of Kal Null boys maybe ordo or mereel because the family functions wouldn't function

Satisfied

Summary: You’re the long estranged niece of Walon Vau, your father having cut him out of his life, and yours, after his carelessness caused you to lose a leg. However, when you graduate medical school, Kal Skirata reaches out to you to offer you a job, and you, happily, take the chance.

Pairing: Ordo Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1237

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I hope it's close to what you wanted. I already had an idea for a Vau daughter as a character, I just had no ideas to write her, so I put her here. Also, I was listening to the Hamilton Soundtrack when I wrote this, hence the title.

“Welcome to my humble home,” Kal Skirata greets you with a kind smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as you step down the ramp and over to him, “I’m glad you agreed to take the position.”

You shrug, “Mother and Father were irate. They’re rather done with Mandalorians, I’m afraid.”

“Well, that’s understandable, given the situation.”

“True. As it happens, I have no interest in seeing my uncle, so-”

“He’s not here. And I haven’t told him that I hired you.”

A bright smile crosses your face, “Then there shouldn’t be a problem. You said you had a situation that you were hoping that I would be able to fix? On top of being a proper doctor for your sons?”

“Exactly so,” Kal motions for you to walk with him, “How much do you know about the boys I adopted?”

“Not much,” You say as you easily fall into step with him, “Other than the fact that they’re clones of Jango Fett.”

“They are,” He leads you through the base, “They have sped up aging, which means, as a whole, they have maybe twenty years before they start dying of old age.”

“Well, I can understand why you want that fixed.” You murmur thoughtfully, “I don’t suppose you have any information from Kamino-?”

Kal chuckles, “If I had that I wouldn’t need you, would I?”

You sigh, “Well, there was no harm in asking, I suppose.”

Kal leads you to a door, “Here we are. Your suite. And your lab is just down the hall.” He hands you a keycard, and you wave it in front of the lock, allowing the door to slide open.

The suite is large, with a full kitchen and a separate bedroom, looking more like an apartment than anything else. It’s not decorated, but you can work with that. You’ll order some paint and make it yours, when you have some free time. 

“Is there anything you need?”

You set your bag on the coffee table, “Can I see my lab?”

“You don’t want to get settled?”

“Well, I have to wait for my stuff to get delivered anyway, so I might as well take a look at what I have to work with.” You reply with a shrug.

“Of course, follow me.” Kal leads you down the hall and to the lab, and you scan the room with an expert eye. Large, open, clean. 

Yes. You can work with this.

There’s a man on the other side of the room, setting up a computer. “Ah,” Kal smiles and guides you over to him, “This is one of my sons.” He says to you, “Ordo, meet the new doctor.” Kal introduces you by name, and you’re not surprised at the way Ordo’s face twitches when he hears your surname.

“Walon Vau is my father’s older brother,” You explain as you scan his face, your head tilted to the side, “It’s uncanny. When you said clones, I thought that they just used Fett as a template and randomized his DNA, not actual duplicates.”

“That is what ‘clone’ means, ad’ika.” Kal replies, amused, and you wave his comments away.

“If I recall correctly, Jango Fett was predisposed to asthma-”

“That’s not a concern. All of the Clones were genetically altered so that they don’t have to worry about that kind of stuff.” Kal replies.

You fold your arms, “Well, that’s going to make my life so much more difficult.” You tilt your head back and think for a moment, “No matter, I’ll make it work.”

Ordo frowns at you, “I suppose, since you’re here, we’ll be getting more visits by Vau.”

“Well, if he shows up, feel free to shoot him…or whatever.” You say dismissively, “He’s not allowed near me. Legally speaking.” You wander off to look at your new toys, “Ah, I almost forgot,” You turn to look at Kal, “My leg isn’t going to be a problem, is it? I’m testing a prototype prosthetic for the next couple of months.”

“It won’t be a problem,” Kal says.

“Grand.” You turn your gaze back to the lab, “This looks great, actually. It’s kind of big, for one person, but If I need to use my chair for whatever reason, there will be plenty of room.”

“Great,” Kal walks over to you, “Do you need anything else?”

“...blood samples. From every clone on base.” You pause, “And everyone else.”

He narrows his eyes at you, “Why?”

“Comparisons. Unless you have a vial of Jango Fett’s unaltered blood on hand?”

“...I do not.”

“I didn’t think so.” You smile at him, “So…blood. From everyone.”

Kal sighs, “Yes ma’am.”

It’s been a year since you’ve started working for Kal Skirata, and, all things considered, you don’t have a bad life. 

You’re busy, sure.

But your work is important, and, all things considered, you love it. 

You glance to the side as the door to your lab slides open, and Ordo steps into the room.

“Still working, mesh’la?”

“Always,” You spin your stool so you’re facing him, “What brings you to my humble lab, Ordo?”

Ordo eyes one of your machines, which is covered in rubber ducks, “Humble. Right.”

“Hey! The machine won’t work unless the ducks are all there.” You say with a defensive frown.

Ordo shoots you an amused look, “Of course it won’t.” He crosses the room to your side, “I’m here, mesh’la, because someone decided to skip lunch.”

“...it’s only…”

“Dinner starts in 30 minutes.”

“...ah.” You pause, “In my defense, I thought I was onto something.”

“You’ve already cured the enhanced aging.” Ordo replies as he prods you to your feet with gentle touches.

“Well…yes. But! I could cure it better!” You say.

Ordo circles you and tugs your lab coat off, before he tosses it over your desk, “You’re not curing anything until you eat. Come on.”

“But…but…Ordo!”

“Don’t you ‘but Ordo’ me. You, little miss, passed out three weeks ago because you forgot to eat four meals in a row.” Ordo says, “Which means you now have a babysitter, in the form of me.”

“...I don’t remember that.”

“Yeah. Because you were unconscious.” He lightly pushes you out of the lab, and you turn so you’re walking backwards, and his hands land on your shoulders, “Mesh’la-”

“Does this mean that we’re going on a dinner date?” You ask, with a bright grin.

Ordo laughs, “You are relentless about going on a date with me, aren’t you?”

You grin at him, unrepentantly. 

He leans in, “If it’ll get you to eat, Mesh’la, then yes. We can call this a date. Though, neither of our families will approve.”

“I don’t care about what my family thinks. And your family likes me well enough.” You counter, “And, I love you, so-”

Ordo averts his gaze, “How you can say that so easily-”

“Because it’s true!”

“I believe you.” Ordo looks at you again, and smiles softly before he kisses your forehead, “I…” He pauses, “I care about you too.”

You grin at him, and pop up on your toes to kiss his jaw, “So. Dinner? I have nice pasta in my suite that I can make while we watch a movie?”

Ordo presses his hands against your cheeks and squishes them, “You’re impossible. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You beam at him.

“Yes, fine. But I want some of that cheesy bread you made last week, if I have to eat pasta.”

“Deal!”

[annons-art]

i shouldnt be trusted with hyperfixations dude this shit started cause of a "hey babe do you wanna play regretevator" and a "yes!" anyway 16 out of the 35 regretevator characters im drawing..i wont be near my drawing tablet for a while so ill do the other 19 once im back :)

i also dont know most of the lore and i tried to do research..my bad im trying

"annon why are they all posed the same" i drew most of these between 11 pm and 6 am i cannot be bothered to pose properly

design explanations under cut

PROGRAM USED:

clip studio paint

LAMPERT:

so he like lives in rokea right..so..ikea colored sweater + a rip off nametag. plus im a believer in wallmark family so uh he gets a tape measure from his peepaw. also gloves cause its lampert height - 6'0 INFECTED/KASPER:

im gonna be so honest i just looked through my boyfriends "i want these clothes" pinterest board and hoped for the best. i am not at all good with scenemo aesthetics :( uhh yeah texture not found glitches just cause and also a lampert colored necklace height - 5'7

PEST:

i had no clue what to do for this guy. it was my first time drawing him and i just tried to keep him as close as the og as normal. i got too scared to expand..and yes i did forget the sweater text. i gave him a lil bag for his stolen stuff, just cause! and that lil dangly bit on his bag is supposed to match with retros necklace..yknow since they were cell mates n stuff height - 6'2

DR RETRO:

dr retro fans im so sorry its been a WHILE since ive drawn a cat.. not too much to say about her! just added big ball necklace and bracelet..wanted to give her the motherly vibe height - 5'6

UNPLEASANT GRADIENT:

hes my favorite character im gonna be so honest guys. i love this greasy fuck nut. i was originally gonna put him in heart boxers but then i thought "hm. jorts." i like to think he steals clothes from kasper - especially belts. that rainbow belt is not his. peep the fortnite and alpha galaxy wolf socks height - 6'1

JEREMY:

shoutout to my punk friend for being punk i wouldnt have known what to put on his patches without you. i pretty much just copy and pasted his outfit onto jeremy and i think it works. his grabby hand has no glove just for funsies. uuh also the pink bracelet if for mozelle theyre bffs trust height - 6'4

POOB:

i WAS gonna make them decora cause it just FITS but i didnt know what accessories to add :( most likely ill redesign them over n over..sighs..also birthday sash eheheh. note everyone has a friendship bracelet from poob except for pest..pest threw it away. or burned it. both probably. height - 5'6 1/2

NULL:

really nothing to say for him? the main thing i changed was giving him wings. ive seen a handful of people do that and thought "huh thats cool" so i did it too height - 6'0

WALLTER:

"why did you give him hair!!!" please dont attack me i know hes made of concrete but he wasnt ALWAYYSSS like that. i like to think he was more human before the grey stuff incident (tm) so uh hair! i also gave him that like 'english teacher' vibe. hope i did that well. also his scarf was hand crafted by mark i think he would have crocheting as a guilty pleasure sorry height - like 9 1/2

MARK:

yeah i just made him really southern. cowboy boots, jeans, tooth gap, hay in his mouth. i feel like his dream was to live on a ranch with wallter..sighs. also peep the ac/dc shirt cause i think he listens to dad rock. i think he keeps his wedding ring on - hes not over wallter publically and wallter isnt over him privately. ehehaa he has his ring on a necklace under his scarf hehehahaaaaa (im delusional) "annon wheres his stand" prosthetic legs. height - 5'4 lmao

EMERSON:

i KNOW hes not an elevator npc i just have a boyfriend who likes him an di am here to please. i wanted to give emerson the vibes of "jesus fuck i want out of here fuck you all im turning in my two weeks." hes tired :( and no hes not wearing a skirt its an apron height - 5'6

CASHIER:

yes i know hes from get a snack at 4 am i was lectured (/pos) about this by my boyfriend. anyway he has a floor so hes here too. i was originally gonna put him in pj pants then decided thats against company policy height - 5'6

SWIBBLEDIB:

did i give him the wrong eyes? yes. thats my fault. i think he copies sorta what he sees other people doing/wearing. uuh yeah! not too much to say about this guy, i kept him fairly accurate i thinks height - 5'7

MOZELLE:

according to the two google searches i did, mozelle is not a mouse, she is a 'beaked creature'. it was two am so i decided to just make her a lil gal with a masquerade mask. spiked bracelet to match jerey hueuehue and also that lil thing under her mask covering her neck is just a veil..i thought it'd look neat. height - 4'9

BIVE:

also nothing much to say about her! i kept to the canon design..just added a ring for split and a bracelet for poob. shes actually really fun to draw shout out to the sea urchin lookin lady height - 5'6

PILBY:

i havent drawn anything close to a caterpillar since i was into dhmis and scarily obsessed with warren the eagle im so sorry pilby enjoyers. uuhh i put them in a sweater. just felt right. they looked cold. yes they still have the caterpillar tail its just not showing oopsie. uuh also legwarmers!! height - 5'5

[dunmeshistash]

Dungeon Meshi Character Birthdays

Compiling these after noticing their years of birth, all information is from their profiles in the Complete Adventurer's Bible. Format is [MM/DD/YYY | Age] (Only some of them have years of birth)

Touden Party

Laios 11/26/488 | 26yo

Falin 12/01/491 | 23yo

Marcille 04/19/464 | 50yo

Chilchuck 05/18/485 | 29yo

Senshi 10/02/402 | 112yo

Izutsumi 04/21/497 | 17yo

(Rest + Fun Facts under the cut)

Nakamoto Party

Toshiro (Shuro) 06/13 | 26yo

Maizuru 09/13 | 41yo

Hien 04/01 | 26yo

Benichidori 03/15 | 23yo

Inutade 12/23 | 17yo

Tansu Party

Namari 06/30 | 61yo

Tansu 11/25 | 210yo

Yarn 12/29 | 204yo

Kaka and Kiki 09/26 | 20yo

Kabru Party

Kabru 05/28/492 | 22yo

Mickbell 02/22 | 22yo

Kuro 09/22 | 18yo

Daya 01/07 | 58yo

Holm 08/03 | 76yo

Rin 07/08 | 24yo

Canaries

Mithrun 05/12/329 | 185yo

Pattadol 06/21 | 82yo

Cithis 06/17 | 149yo

Fleki 10/23 | 130yo

Lycion 10/17 | 126yo

Otta 05/28 | 137yo

Milsiril 07/25 | 189yo

Flamela 09/23 | 170yo

Dwarf Miners

Gilin 06/16 | 79yo

Brigan 02/19 | 78yo

Totan 05/11 | 95yo

Invar 02/14 | 58yo

Null 10/01 | 98yo

Golden Kingdom

Thistle 02/21

Yaad 11/02

Delgal 12/05

Other

Zon 12/12 | 21yo

Leed 11/22 | 14yo

Fionil 08/27 | 62yo

Doni 05/28 | 18yo

Now for the fun facts

Everyone that has a year of birth is actually a year younger than their profile says because the story happens during March and April, I think their birthdays were picked after the ages were set and probably it wasn't taken in consideration that it would make them younger than their profile says (if you take the year of birth in their timelines) for Marcille and Izutsumi it doesn't count much cause they actually have their birthdays at the end of the story. But honestly I wouldn't take that too seriously, I think the age in their profiles is the intended age they are and the birthdays were probably an afterthought that wasn't considered when setting their ages for the story (So I'd think their year of birth is wrong rather than their ages if that makes sense)

Anyway, the story happens between 03/15 and 04/27 of 514 so these characters had birthdays during the story

Benichidori 03/15 (Day before Falin was eaten)

Hien 04/01 (During the time Marcille was petrified)

Marcille 04/19 (During the Faligon banquet)

Izutsumi 04/21 (During the Faligon banquet)

Something else that's interesting is that Kabru's profile says his name is unknown but his birthday is there, same with Izutsumi and Thistle who don't know about their origins, so maybe the birthdays are word of god information? Either that or they remember their birthdays or those aren't their actual dates of birth but symbolic birthdays. My guess is that is word of god info so we can celebrate their birthdays.

Shared Birthdays:

Kabru, Otta and Doni share a birthday on May 28, other than that only the twins Kaka and Kiki share a birthday on September 26

If you wanna see a proper Birthday Calendar with the birthdays organized by months the wiki actually has it

[cherryblossompink303]

Patience S2:10:~Kyoya's big choice!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: The ouran sports festival is underway, but you have bigger problems to think about. ➼ what to expect; "I...I like us...and what we have, but I...I think maybe we need to think about how much of our situation is actually...about our relationship.." ➼ warnings: angst ➼S2:09 / S2:11

'Your arrangement was effectively null the moment that both of your fathers were dethroned, there is no financial or company reason for your marriage to hold, that being said I would have thought that you would have transferred out of Japan over the summer'

The words had been rattling around in your head for days. You couldn't focus on anything, all you had been doing is wandering back and forth between the two teams meeting room, not fully taking in a word spoken, not fully doing anything.

Although even through your absent mind you ultimately noticed that Tamaki is more chipper than you would have expected as you step into his team's meeting room, jumping around the the Hikaru and Haruhi excitedly "Father's super-excited! Enter as many events as you like!"

"Enough! You're giddier than usual."

"Oh... did you make up with Kyoya?" You question, placing down a tea tray, the next thing you know Tamaki has thrown himself onto the floor in a pool of tears "uh-oh"

"Huh? What? He's been ignoring you in class?" Hikaru crouches over him, translating Tamaki's sob filled mumbling. "So you've been putting on a brave front to hide your hurt feelings..."

You sigh, taking a sip of water "Even if the boss is at fault, doesn't it seem like Kyoya is going a little overboard? Tamaki's silly complacency is nothing new" Hikaru mutters "Using Kyoya as a pretext to hold the festival was pathetic, but... you meant no harm"

"Y/n?" Haruhi looks up to you for some clarification "I...it is certainly not just over the festival, but even I am not fully sure what the exact trigger was, I am making it a point to stay out of this"

"Well...hopefully it becomes clear soon, if Tamaki and Kyoya fall out completely it doesn't bode well for the host club"

While Haruhi spoke in jest, the comment made you freeze up in the doorway as you exited, it was a good point, the club could get torn apart because of this, one of the very few things keeping you in Japan.

Maybe this was a sign...

but also, it wasn't just about going back to europe, you know that.

It is about leaving Kyoya.

Because there is about the truth in the fact that your engagement is held together with a single fraying thread, and that thread is your relationship.

It is not that you want to seperate, but also if the agreement between your families never existed, being engaged this early into your relationship would be mad. It has to be addressed.

Because there was a life you left behind before ouran, it used to be that what was keeping you in Japan was that you were away from your father, now it is something else entirely

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Kyoya's big choice!

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"There's a huge commotion out there, ootori vs kuze has now become ootori vs suoh" you quietly spoke from the doorway to the now empty meeting room where Kyoya is working, somehow feeling the need for an invitation to enter now it is just the two of you.

"Traffic to the host club's website has suddenly doubled too. Plus, for some reason, the photo book is in print again" you push yourself off the frame "Is it selling well?" he doesn't look up from the laptop.

You sigh "Kyoya don't tell me you picked a fight with this in mind all along?"

"What a rude assumption. That actually angers me. But I saw an opportunity, so I decided to drag out our fight and make a profit"

you pinch the bridge of your nose "Okay usually I would find that attractive but- aren't you being a little cruel? I mean, the others think you're angry because he became second in command to the red team but i know that ain't true, Tamaki's antics isn't new, and in terms of boundaries this is no where near as far as he's been before, so why this?"

"Because he's sticking his nose into my business. I don't care what kuze thinks of me, but it's quite annoying being dragged into a competition that is of no benefit to me. He ought to leave things between kuze and myself. I believe that as long as the people we care about understand us, the other stuff doesn't matter, don't you agree?"

You pause at an arms distance away from him "I mean, of course I do, just look at us. But does Tamaki not fall under that group of people?" Kyoya looks away. "Did you come for something?"

You sit opposite him, debating whether or not you should even say anything with the timing "My grandmother visited me last night... and she brought something up-"

"Ah yes, the papers arrived at the house this morning"

You freeze, staring back at him with wide eyes, you knew that she was adamant that you move home and break off the engagement but you didn't think she would go as far as to send over the papers this soon "p-papers?"

"Yes, the emancipation papers, i don't know why they came here instead of to the apartment but if you wanted them I have them here"

the shock of it all puts you off saying anything, speechlessly accepting the papers off him "e-emancipation?"

He raises a brow at your reaction, going back to his laptop "Why do you look so surprised?"

"Because I am- I didn't even- god that woman" you stand, taking out your phone "Wait, if you didn't know what were you going to say?"

"Not the point" You wave him off, leaving the room as you press to call her.

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'Here begins Ouran high school's first sports festival!'

"Oh wow..."

"Ouran has an amazing arena" somehow you end up entering the arena with Ranka, Misuzu and Mei, showing up to support Haruhi "Are you sure we can go in? A high-society sports festival makes me nervous" Misuzu looks on the arena concerned

"Then leave! We didn't invite you in the first place" Mei turns to her "That's mean mei! I even got up early to make your bento!"

"Enough you two" Ranka rolls her eyes. "Don't worry about getting in, you'll be fine" You spoke entering the arena.

'The first event is the ladies' bread-tasting contest! A classic italian table setting in the center of the field. This is a gift to the young ladies from the chairman on the occasion of the sports festival!'

"Huh?" You raise a brow, watching on as the ouran girls proceed to start bread tasting.

"Oh hey haruhi" You spot her and Hikaru nearby at the bottom of the seating area. "Hey y/n" before you can say anything else Tamaki runs over "Haruhi! Why didn't you enter the bread-tasting contest?!"

Haruhi sighs, rolling her eyes "I can't tell the makes of different types of croissants"

"But you've got to try it!" He pleads. "Think about it tamaki it's a girls-only event it would be suspicious"

"B-but I snuck a giant tuna into the red teams bread for haruhi" as if on cue you look over to find some of the girls retorting in disgust at the bread, heaving a little.

'The red team forfeits! The white team wins!'

Tamaki descends into squabbling with kuze over 'poisoning' his own team.

'Next up is the men's 100-meter dash! The first runners at the starting line'

"What's all the commotion?" one of the red team asks, stood at the start line "It looks like our second in command caused the problem"

"What?"

'The distracted red team is off to a slow start! The white team wins!'

You slowly step away from Tamaki who appears to break slightly, accidentally backing into Kaoru on the white team "Captain the enemy has self destructed"

"They're silly huh?" Honey looks over to the opposing team. Kyoya smirks "It's still too early to celebrate, though the side that breaks concentration first will lose, we'll keep scoring points at the current rate"

You bite your tongue, stepping away once more, although as the white team disperses Kyoya lightly grasps your wrists "You don't seem to really be enjoying this" He mutters.

"hm?"

"You usually live for a playful rivalry" You gently slip your hand from his grip "But it isn't playful. Is it?"

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"Suoh!" Kuze storms over to Tamaki "What's the meaning of this?"

"Kuze! I'm so happy you recovered!"

"What is there to be happy about? The white team is in the lead! How did you manage to fall so behind? It was Ootori wasn't it? He must have used one of his dirty tricks" Tamaki's face falls "You couldn't be more wrong Kuze, the red team is responsible for its own failures. The white team is just doing its best so please-"

"What is it?" Kuze stutters out

"If they honor us by competing valiantly like true gentlemen to the very end I humbly request that you refrain from trying to pick fights with Kyoya in the future"

"F-fine"

'The white team wins the men's hurdle race! the white team is strong! Did the red team cave under pressure? Many seem to have been shaken up at the starting line!' echoes across the arena.

"Oh it's the chairman" You mutter spotting Tamaki's father from across the bleachers, wandering over to where Kyoya and Kaoru sat "I though it was only Haruhi's family, but a lot of the parents are here"

"Well my parents are both at work...how about your family Kyoya?" Kaoru asks.

"they would never come, if my parents were attending I would have used a different strategy" even though the two of you knew there was an underlying context to the conversation it did intrigue you "Such as?"

"I would have made it much more apparent that the white team's success was due to my involvement then let Tamaki take the spotlight in the end."

"I see..." this was not the first time that Kyoya had taken that strategy, he did exactly that during the race for the central salon. But you wondered whether or not that the choice to let Tamaki take the spotlight was for appearances or perhaps due to a change of heart.

'The score now is 63 points for the red team, 183 for the white team. The white team leads by an amazing 120 points!'

"Well I think the competition has already been won" you murmur.

"Yes, this has been unexpectedly easy" Kyoya mutters "I thought it would be a closer contest, I told him a sports festival was a silly idea..."

You can't help but watch on in unrecognition, while you and Kyoya were both morally questionable when it came to your calculated scheming it has always been in pure benefit, never to someone elses specific downfall, or at least not anyone who didn't deserve it. You are unsure whether or not you like the look of it on Kyoya.

"Mr. Ootori our unexpectedly regained their spirits"

"Ootori! I thought you said they would use up their energy at the cheering contest and self-destruct"

"Not to worry, they self-destructed early on, so we now have a bigger lead than expected, besides we have our white team elite- honey- participating in the obstacle course"

'A rare first place for red team!'

you turn to him "You were saying?"

"It's fine, one loss won't-"

'The red tea wins the second race!'

'And its the red team again! The white team was favored in this even, but one man has led the tidal-wave comeback the red team leader Takeshi Kuze!'

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'The red teams makes an amazing comeback! The white team leads now by only 12 points, with one event remaining. Thirty points will be awarded to the winner of the relay race. All eyes are on the anchor, the position that both team leaders will race. The team that wins this relay race will win the sports festival!'

"S-suoh" Kuze stutters out breathlessly, exhausted after the previous event "Kuze? Are you alright? There's just the relay left..." Tamaki watches on in concern, Kuze stumbles over to him "I entrust the relay to you. I'll be watching your version of a valiant competition among gentlemen from here"

You take notice of the conversation, nudging Kaoru who also takes notice "Hey, it looks like the red team anchor changed to the boss, he's slower than Kuze, but our teams are neck and neck, hey kyoya!" He grabs Kyoya's attention.

"Why don't you withdraw from the race?"

"Huh?"

"Fortunately, the chairman is watching, if you act like you planned on giving the glory to the boss in the first place, won't it work to your benefit?"

"That won't fool the chairman, besides, this isn't about benefit. This was about pride all along" Kyoya storms off to the track "Oh my god..." Kaoru mutters.

"What is it?" You turn to him

"I understand now, the boss wanted Kyoya to genuinely compete without thinking about how it would benefit him" You smile "Of course it's been about that, I thought that was clear, Tamaki's goals are rarely ever convoluted... although I must admit at first that I thought that he was just getting Kyoya to compete to help Kuze's self esteem"

Tamaki jogs over to the track where Kyoya is already stood "Good luck on our race! You must be disappointed it's not against Kuze, but-"

"You're the only one who'll be disappointed, I never wanted to compete in the first place. You always get by, but don't forget, there are those who find your pushy, nosy tactics bothersome"

"Bothersome? Oh, are you referring to how the white team unknowingly got pulled into your devious, blackhearted schemes? Oh! If I win I get a free year-round use of Kyoya's kotatsu passport! Don't forget now!"

"And if I win, next win you'll wear only a fundoshi to greet customers but you'll keep your european manners"

"If i win, I get the window seat on next months field trip"

"If I win you have to sit in economy class alone and you have to squat"

"How come my punishments are harsher?! and you keep adding bonuses" tamaki cries "It's only fair considering all the trouble you've caused me"

"You were having fun too! You snob! You're never being honest"

"Shut up! Do you realise how much I have to work behind the scenes to rectify your selfish behaviour? Not just me but y/n? You push her too much, appearing unannounced, forcing her to face her anxiety, you are such a selfish idiot!"

Your face falls as you watch on from the bleachers "Kyoya is fighting like a little kid" Hikaru notes "I never knew kyoya could act like that" Neither did you, but now your were starting to realise why.

'and now for the final event, the first runner is off! The red team takes an early lead, will the red team's counterattack carry them through?!'

"Tamaki said, that at any public event, kyoya feels obligated to make the suoh family look good" Haruhi watches on next to you "It's to his benefit to let Tamaki win the crown."

"It's be good to have an event where Kyoya doesn't have to worry about his family's position" Hikaru adds, turning to you "Don't you want to see Kyoya competing passionately for just himself"

You laugh "All he does is compete for himself, today I must admit is a strange occasion but Kyoya lives for stuff like this, he doesn't worry about his family's position, he is determined for his own, most often despite his family"

"What does that mean?"

"Don't worry about it, that is a very long story that we might tell one day" Hikaru squints back at you "What on earth do you two get up to outside of school?"

You just hum dismissively.

'oh no! The fourth red team runner dropped the baton during handoff! The white team is catching up, and now, the anchors grab the batons!'

Your eyes glue to Kyoya, perhaps, just maybe, you had understood all this wrong this entire time. Maybe you were too distracted by everything else that you couldn't take a moment to actually think about it.

'Kyoya Ootori is the winner! The white team wins!'

Tamaki collapses onto his knees dramatically "Wahh! I lost! It hurts! But it was a lot of fun! Wasn't it fun Kyoya? Isn't it nice having a youthful battle once in a while, without regard to how it could benefit you?"

Kyoya pauses, watching on in shock as Tamaki runs over to the rest of the host club, leaving the two of you staring back at eachother from opposite sides of the track.

You take the first move, slowly walking over to his and ressing a small kiss to his cheek "What was that for?" You shrug "tradition is it not? For winners of races to recieve a kiss"

"I'm sweaty" you hand him a towel "A bit late for that now"

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You have been on edge ever since setting foot outside of the arena, knowing that you had been putting off the dreaded conversation for long enough, that the moment that you two got back to the apartment there was really no excuse anymore.

However it turns out that Kyoya had similar plans, placing the papers from the previous day on the counter "what have I missed in this past week?"

you sigh " We need to talk" he raises a brow at your sudden seriousness, leaning back on the sofa "Okay, about?"

"My grandmother, the emancipation papers was only one of her requests"

"I see"

"I can handle her, but she raised a...point to me" you sit opposite him "A point?"

You sigh "Are we still engaged?" you are met with silence, Kyoya seemingly shutting down a little at the question "What?"

"I am here because of an agreement held together by our fathers, an agreement that has fallen apart thanks to us. There is no longer a reason for us to be engaged or for you to fund my living... or even, for me to be in Japan. Or at least no reason beyond choice"

Kyoya tilts his chin up, eyes glaze over as he thinks over your words "So what are you trying to say?"

"I'm not trying to say anything but there is that question, and I think there is a reason why we both have been putting off this conversation, because it has been simpler for us to pretend that we still have to observe the agreement but we don't... so where do we stand?"

Kyoya takes off his glasses, running a hand over his face "I...I don't know..."

"I...I like us...and what we have, but I...I think maybe we need to think about how much of our situation is actually...about our relationship...like I think we can both be honest in the fact that if we had not been engaged before we started to see eachother we probably not be engaged right now"

Kyoya sits up straight "I don't know... I just, need to think"

Next time on patience....'The wizard of Ouran!'

'Y/n finds herself in another strange land and she and Kyoya have a big decision to make Find out next time on patience!'

We'll see you then!'

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