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The Gym Membership - Part 10 (Tech)
Summary: Tech tells Hunter about his date with Kamarie
A/N: Hello Lovelies,
I know I just brought this back but this will go on a quick two week hiatus as I will be on vacation, so rather than leave you all on a cliffhanger, I thought I’ll share the next part of Tech’s story. Don’t worry I’m still writing Tech’s story so there may be another two parts or three coming. Definitely two for sure.
Please note I am not a medical professional in any way shape or form, every mention of medical procedures or topics have been researched, as such some information may be inaccurate. If you are experiencing medical concerns please seek out a medical professional for help.
Chess game that is played through out Tech’s portion, is the game played by Kasparov vs. Topalov - played Jan 20 1999, at the Hoogoes A tournament. Please note I am not a chess player, I do not watch chess, hence why I focused on an already played game.
Italics - flashback
Warnings: Flirting, angst, grief, anger, inappropriate comments, medical discussions, mentions of illness, mentions of medical procedures, mentions of medical diagnosis, crying, abandonment, veil threats, bullying, mentions of infidelity, feelings of not good enough, realization of future, I think that’s it, the warnings are a little vague, otherwise it would give too much of the story away, however if I did miss any please let me know.
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“I’ve not had the privilege of eating here before, however Crosshair, Hunter and Zaina have and they all seem to enjoy the food.”
“I’m sure it will be quite delicious, I know several others I collaborate with enjoy this restaurant as well”
“Would you prefer to discuss the problem the coding seems to be having before we order our meal?”
“If you are not opposed to the discussion”
“Not at all, I find it quite fascinating”
“Excellent” Kamarie reached for her iPad, pulling up the coding for the hydraulics, “as you can see” she handed Tech the iPad, watching him as he took his time examining the coding, “the code is working, in fact the code is …”
“It’s elegant”
“Oh … uh … thank you. I didn’t think you …”
“Believe me. It’s as elegant as you are beautiful” Tech watched as she glanced away smirking, even her eyes appeared to be shine with enthusiasm at his statement.
“Are you always this complimentary?”
“When it calls for it, yes” Tech glanced from her eyes back to the iPad in hand, “I think I see the issue with the coding”
“Already?” Tech nodded shifting a little so he could show her the issue, when the waiter came over asking what they wished for, they quickly put in their order, focusing back on the coding before them.
He took his time to explain the issue and how he would go about fixing it, he couldn’t help glancing over to her every few seconds as he spoke. He noticed whenever he pointed out the problem to Kamarie, she would twirl her fingers back and forth over her left earring, and when he pointed out a solution to that particular issue she shifted closer to him, almost encouraging him to keep finding solutions. When he complimented a particular section, she moved her other hand lightly grazing his. It was all done subconsciously, it appeared she had no clue as to what she was doing while he spoke.
In those moments, watching every single one of her movements, captured him. He felt his heart was climbing and ready to jump from his throat. Even his cheeks begin to flush and feel warm, yet he felt a chill run down his spine as the smell of her perfume wafted over to him. It was simply ridiculous how just being in her presence made his heart flutter and his pulse race.
Tech looked over to Kamarie and noticed her eyes glancing from the datapad to both their hands, he wondered what had caught her attention. When he looked, he was shocked to see that at some point they had intertwined their hands together. He wondered at what point had this happened, how had he not noticed, and who took the initiative. He looked from their intertwined fingers to her face, there was a smile he couldn’t quite describe. It was full of mirth, shyness, adoration, and something else, it made him feel as though he was the most powerful man ever in existence. Tech reciprocated as best he could, smiling at her hoping to convey his feelings of admiration for her.
“Well, there’s a face I haven’t seen in quite some time” a smug voice filled the air around them, pulling them from their moment.
Kamarie’s face lost its sense of calm as soon as the first word was issued and reached her ear. Even the smile she had on her face seconds before fell. Tech felt her fingers tighten around his, she seemed frightened at hearing the sound of that voice.
Tech watched her intently, as she slowly and cautiously turned her head towards the voice, he followed her movement with just as much precision and care. When he looked to the direction of the presence that had intruded on their evening, even his breath hitched in his throat, upon see a certain pair of eyes standing beside the voice, someone he had not seen since his senior year in high school all those years ago.
“Pre Vizsla” Kamarie began, her knee pressing against Tech’s, it was as though she was doing her best to absorb his strength, “it’s been some time.” Tech didn’t miss the way the muscles on her neck jumped every so often, or the fact her hand began to feel a little cold and sweaty. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms, to tell her there was no reason to fear, he was here for her.
“I’m surprised to see you … here” Vizsla stated slowly and deliberately, his eyes locked on to Kamarie’s, a smile etched on his lips, as his hand tightened on his companion’s waist, “please allow me to introduce my date.”
“Oh don’t worry my dear” the girl draped on his arm rested her hand on his chest, caressing it tenderly, “Tech and I know each other, don’t we my dear”
Tech didn’t want to look at the woman on Vizsla’s arm, he didn’t want to deal with this woman from his past, yet he had to give Kamarie some explanation, he focused on her as he did his best to provide some clarification to her confused expression, “Christie was my …”
“I was his ex, dear” she directed to Pre Vizsla, “actually, I’m pretty sure I was his first girlfriend, isn’t that right T?”
Tech simply ignored her, he never spoke to her again after the incident, and had no desire to entertain her questions.
Vizsla smirked as his eyes locked on Tech, “Well, is that not just a strange coincidence, Kamarie here is my ex. Granted, she looks remarkably well and … very much alive.” He turned to lock eyes with Kamarie, “Last time I spoke with you, you informed me you had only six months, surprised to see up and about” the smirk turned into a grin, “and not six feet under.”
“I beg your pardon” Tech spoke up to the man, his hand clenching against his side, “Are you shaming her for a diagnosis?” His eyes narrowed on the man.
“Maybe you should mind your own business, glasses, or at the least wait till you hit puberty”
“Name is Tech” he stated as he stood from his seat, his hand falling away from Kamarie’s, his other hand clenching into a fist, his breathing steady as his eyes laser focused on the man in front of him. “I suggest if you are quite done with your meal, you should walk away, or I can make sure to call your transportation ahead of time”
“Really?” Kamarie’s voice pulled Tech from his focus.
He looked towards her a smirk appearing on his lips, “Of course, it always take the ambulance at least ten to fifteen minutes for them to show up” he turned back to Pre Vizsla narrowing his eyes once more.
“Listen you …”
Christie pulled on Pre Vizsla’s arm, “Pre, maybe we should go my dear,” her eyes meeting Tech’s, there was no doubt, Tech could see the hesitancy resting in her eyes along with fear, before she focused back on the man beside her.
Tech saw her expression, he had no doubt she was remembering he could handle himself, probably better than the man on her arm right now. After all, she had attended one or two of his martial arts tournaments.
“I’m not scared of him”
“My dear, please, let’s go” Christie looked from Pre to Tech, the tension palpable between the two, “You don’t want to start something with him. Please my dear, let’s go, we still have your friend’s party to attend” Tech watched as a smile appeared on her lips, it was a smile he had to admit reminded him of the times she pretended to be interested in him back then, and how easily he fell for her.
Pre simply nodded, “Very well, out of consideration for this lovely creature” Pre’s knuckle tapped Christie’s chin, “we will head off, enjoy whatever time you have left with her, glasses. After all, I had all the best years.” Pre shifted his hand guiding Christie outside of the restaurant, it had taken every ounce of self-control for him not to jump over the table and throttle the man to pieces.
Once they were gone Tech let out a controlled breath and retook his seat. He glanced over to Kamarie, her eyes were glistening with tears, her shaky hand was covering her quivering lips, she almost seemed to curl in on herself. Tech rested his hand on her back gently, rubbing circles.
“Kamarie, are you all right? If I overstepped or if I scared you …”
“I …” her voice was shaky as she cut him off, the waiter came by hoping to ease the couple at his table, “Sir, Ma’am is there anything I can get you?”
“A glass of water, please” Tech answered without even looking at the waiter, yet he could see from his periphery the nod of understanding as he headed off to wherever. Truthfully, he could have cared less, directing his full attention back to the woman who was a sheer ghost of the strong woman he had come to know over time.
“Cyar’ika, what is it? I apologize if I did not step in as quickly as I should have or if I overstepped in some way.”
“No. It is not that that has upset me.”
“Then what is it?”
“I did not want to discuss this on our first date but it appears I have no choice in the matter now, since my ex-husband just …”
“Is this in regards to what he stated about …” Tech cleared his throat, “about your life expectancy?”
Kamarie nodded a tear slipping down her cheek, he took a quick glance around the restaurant, most patrons were busy, however a few were watching the two of them like some soap opera, others were pretending to focus on their dining companion, while glancing over towards them equally enthralled with the situation that had just transpired.
“Would you prefer if we went somewhere less public?” Kamarie nodded again. Tech left several bills on the table, guiding Kamarie out of the restaurant and towards his car “Are you comfortable traveling with me in the same car?”
“I arrived in an Uber, therefore I am without transportation at that moment. However, I trust you, Tech. I’ve always trusted you.” The look in her eyes, when she locked on to his, told Tech everything he needed to know, and he valued that trust and would treat it with the absolute privilege it was, he took her hand gently, as he guided her into his car.
He sat in the driver seat, taking a moment as the car warmed up a little before he decided to drive anywhere, which reminded him, “Do you have a preference where we go?”
He watched as the tension in her shoulders began to ease, “There is a location that holds deep meaning for me” Kamarie pulled our her phone, texting the address to Tech.
The ride to their destination was quiet, filled with tension and discomfort, an almost eerie silence that seemed to have landed between the two of them.
Tech hated it, he knew he should be doing something, saying something, after all he wanted to provide comforting words but his words weren’t like Echo’s spoken from the heart full of meaning and even poetic, they weren’t like Wrecker’s full of fun and care, or like Hunter’s full of purpose and direct, or even like Crosshair’s who could make anyone blush when he turned on the charm.
He was just him, and the only thing he could offer was his mind, yet despite his fantastical orthography, his myriads of knowledgeable information he kept stored in his three pounds of tissue, everything failed him. All he wanted was to just say anything in order to get her out of her own mind set.
Set.
That word and that word alone struck him with pure genius as a smirk appeared on his lips.
“King C1 to B1”
Kamarie glanced over to him, he took a chance to glance over, and there on those beautiful lips he had memorized and studied all the times he spoke with her had the beginnings of a smile. She quickly wiped away a stray tear as her smile grew.
“Pond A7 to A6”
“Hmmm” Tech took a second to think of his next move, “Knight E2 to C1”
“Queenside castling”
“Knight C1 to B3”
“Pond E5 to D4 capturing pond”
‘Your destination is on your right’ the GPS voice cut through.
By the time Tech had parked the car, the dense cloud that had been hanging over Kamarie had lessened. He could once again see that strong, intelligent, bold, capable, and absolutely brilliant Doctor sitting beside him.
He got out of the car, heading to her side to open the door holding his hand out for her; he wanted her to know he would always be there to hold her hand. There was a small smile on her lips as she stepped out of the car taking his hand.
She wrapped her coat around her tighter not due to the weather, but no doubt due to the uneasiness of the discussion they were about to have. Tech followed quietly, still holding her hand, helping her sit on the bench.
He’d done stealth missions before, but somehow they all seemed to pale in comparison to how important it was for him to remain as silent as possible as he took the seat beside her. He didn’t want to rush her, allowing her to take her time, to gather her thoughts, and to determine exactly how much or how little she truly wanted to or needed to tell him.
They’d been sitting for ten minutes, before Kamarie was ready to open her mouth, she shifted closer to Tech wanting his warmth and strength as she was about to reveal a hard truth to him, almost instinctively he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in closer and that’s all she needed at that moment, she took in one final breath before she started.
“Pre was my husband…” Tech didn’t know what to do, obviously someone as amazing as her would have had a previous paramour, yet, that man, really? “… We were married for five years, yet we’d been together for nearly eight. At the time, I thought … I was under the impression he loved me. We just celebrated our third anniversary as a married couple, when we learned about my diagnosis.”
Kamarie’s hair wafted in the wind as Tech watched her expressions, every shift of her face, every movement of her lips he burned into his memory, and tried to calculate the answer behind them, to search for hidden meanings and clues, still doing his best to remain as silent as possible beside her.
“It started about a year before, I had begun to notice some health issues I was having. Difficulty breathing when I overexerted myself, even just something as simple as walking up a few steps made me feel as though I had run a marathon. I developed a cough that seemed to worsen as the months passed. Eventually, I seemed to have lost my appetite, foods that were once something I craved held no joy for me. Extreme tiredness and weight loss soon followed …” Kamarie fidgeted with her hands, “it took a few months, several tests, but my doctors were able to make a diagnose.”
She cleared her throat, turning to look him in the eye, “I have squamous cell carcinoma”
“Lung cancer? What was the diagnosis?”
“When I was diagnosed, almost five years ago now, the doctors informed me I had M1A Lung Cancer, the most if not one of the most severe forms of lung cancer. When we first found out Pre was inconsolable, he was struggling for a long time with my diagnosis. I’m not excusing his behaviour at the restaurant, but you have to know he was there beside me for every treatment, every appointment, every bout of sickness that came with the radiation and chemo. It all became too much and eventually broke him.”
She reached up wiping a tear, “He was a strong man, physically, mentally, emotionally, there was no obstacle he couldn’t overcome, but seeing me so sick, seeing me get worse and worse, with no hopeful diagnosis, it became all too much for him. At some point, he started having an affair with his coworker, I had just finished the third round of chemo when I found it, he told me, he just needed something good in his life. About a week after I found out about his … his extramarital paramour the Oncologist informed us there had been no change, he couldn’t … he couldn’t handle it. It was just too much for him.”
“It doesn’t excuse what he did, then and now; especially since you were the one diagnosed.”
“I know, but being with someone who has less than a 40% chance of survival, and that was ‘if’ the radiation and chemotherapy worked takes a toll on anyone. Especially, when the average survival rate was 34.3 months from date of diagnosis.”
“Yet you were the one who was suffering. Yes, I understand that it was difficult for him, but was it not especially harder for you? To see the man you loved, who you looked to for support, hurt you and abandon your side?”
“I won’t lie to you, it was excruciating, there were many nights when I cried myself to sleep. However, I’m glad he did leave, otherwise I wouldn’t have known how strong I was without him. Despite my ups and down, I am happy. I’m happy to have met you. I’m happy I have lasted longer than the two years and eight months the expected life expectancy I was supposed to have. Yes, each day since then has been my own ticking time bomb, but it has also given me the opportunity to make sure each day is not wasted. I travelled around the world, visiting and seeing everything I wanted to see. Completing everything on my bucket list, and now all I want to do is help those who I can with the time I have left.”
He didn’t know what to say, he wanted to be strong for her, he wanted to kick the living daylights out of Pre if he was being honest, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was “How are the treatments progressing?”
He internally screamed at his own failings, this was not the way to go about this. He wanted to tell her he was happy for her too, he wanted to make sure she knew he was going to be there for her every step of the way. Whatever may come, he was going to be there, and he was going to make sure she was happy; as he looked into her eyes he vowed within himself, every day for the rest of her life, he was going to make her happy.
“Well, … not good,” she chuckled, biting her bottom lip, when she realized there was nothing funny about the situation before them, “my doctors informed me two months ago, none of the rounds of chemo or radiation have worked in shrinking the tumours. They’ve slowed their growth … and since surgery is out of the question, due to the size and the various locations of the tumours, I have been informed there is nothing more that can be done. My doctor was very sweet and kind, and advised me to enjoy the life I have left, however long that might be.”
Tech couldn’t believe all of this, that was … he usually enjoyed learning new and interesting pieces of data, there would be times where he would lose track of needing to sleep, eat, shower, even sometimes forgetting to go to work because he was busy reading and researching new and interesting topics that drew his attention, but this … all of this … the only thing that came back to his mind was Pre leaving “He refused to stay by your side?”
She didn’t flinch or even chastise him for simply focusing on what her ex-husband did, in truth that had occupied a lot of her cognitive thinking in the past, it would only be natural that Tech found himself focused on the same topic of discussion, “As stated previously, I could not blame him for his failings, it was a tremendous amount of pressure, stress, and heartache, he did the best he could in the time he stayed with me. Watching someone you love, slowly pass away, and in the most difficult way possible is not something everyone can handle.”
There was a silence that fell upon the two of them, as Tech took his time analyzing her words. They weren’t words said to protect the man who had been her husband, they weren’t words said simply to fill the silence, they were words she had analyzed and examined herself. She said them because she believed them, and he couldn’t help but respect her all the more for it. Despite how Pre treated her in the restaurant, she really had no ill-will towards the man. He wondered if that was because of her love for the man, or her own reasoning.
“Are you upset with me?”
Tech furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “What possible reason could there be to be upset with you?”
“For not being angry with Pre”
He simply shook his head ‘no,’ “How can I be upset about how you decide to view your ex-husband? I simply met him today, and not in the best light. I am not such a petty man to believe my own experience is the only answer to the character of that man. Does it make me upset on how he treated you? Yes, most assuredly, yes. Does it make me upset with you? No. He was your husband, your paramour, and your friend, regardless of what actions he may have taken later on in life, do not negate the memories you have of him from before.”
“Are you always this understanding?”
“I aim to understand and see the logic behind one’s reactions; it makes it easier for me to understand others.”
“Thank you for being a man who forms opinions based on logic”
“Kamarie, there is something I wish to tell you”
“Which is?”
He took in a deep breath, this was no light matter, and what he was about to say would prove he thought about this in depth, “I wish to remain by your side for as long as you choose. I know you did not wish for me to learn of your diagnosis so early on in our relationship, however, I am glad to know. It will help me to appreciate and treasure every moment I have with you.”
Her eyes shifted away, “Tech, please do not feel as though I told you, simply to make you obligated to stay by my side because Pre had difficulties handling my illness. If this is too much for you to handle, if this is too difficult …”
He shifted closer reaching out, taking her hand in his, there was something about her statement, something about the way she stated her sentence that made Tech focus on the present, the here and now, the fact that what she needed most was not someone to fight for her on a feud that was long over with, she had precious moments and he needed to focus on her.
“I understand the significance of my statement and declaration, cyar’ika. I do not feel obligated, I stated my intention with freeness of speech” Kamarie shifted her head to look at Tech.
She didn’t need a saviour, she didn’t need anything, she had known this was a lonely road to take when her doctor informed her about the diagnosis all those years ago, and in fact when Pre left they had just learned she may have had at most six months, but she beat those odds. She beat them by almost three years. However, this time her diagnosis was final, there was no more last minute efforts to try and for now she felt relatively fine, a lot better than what she felt when she was on chemo and radiation.
No one really knew how much time she had left, but that didn’t matter.
All she really wanted was someone to love in the time she had remaining, something she didn’t think was possible, yet here she was with the most amazing man she had ever met, someone who clearly stated he wasn’t afraid to take on her burden, and for that someone to be Tech, was a gift from the universe she wasn’t going to throw away.
“Tech you understand there will be a lot of things I cannot give you if you choose to stay by my side? I cannot have children, the chemo and radiation have made that impossible. I will not be able to live a full life with you, my illness has made it very clear each day could be my last. There may be times in the near future, where I will be so sick, it will be impossible for me to even get up to use the bathroom to relieve or even clean myself. If you stay by my side, it will be one filled with pain, sickness and eventual death.”
“Kamarie, I am not leaving your side. Every day could potentially be our last day, I do not want to waste a single moment from this day forward. Since the first day I met you, you … I should’ve said something back then. You are everything I could want cyar’ika, your brilliant mind, your melodious laugh, your fetching eyes, your ability to follow my thinking, and your beauty. The more I’ve gotten to know you over these past two years, the more I’ve realized I’d fallen in love with you. Let me be there for you; give me the privilege to make whatever time we have left together the most enjoyable I can. Allow me to love you as you deserve. If this is truly not what you want, we can part ways here, and I will be by your side as much as you let me.”
Kamarie’s hand shakily reached up and cupped his cheek, could he really give her everything she hoped for? She wished and prayed that in that moment she was making the right decision, “I want this, Tech, I’ve wanted it since you came into my life. However, I will not force you to stay by my side, if at any time you find it is too difficult…”
“Kamarie” Tech leaned into her hand, raising her other hand to his lips pressing a gentle kiss on her knuckles, “I am not going anywhere.”
“I don’t want you to go anywhere, you’ve captured my heart from the moment you protected me, your brilliance, your beautiful eyes, your cunning wit, your kindness, and your charming face were all things that drew me towards you. I only regret that I did not speak up sooner.”
“Let’s not squander any more precious moments with regret, instead let’s fill them with memories we can carry in our hearts for as long as possible.”
She simply nodded, as Tech’s lips closed on hers, she reciprocated his kiss deepening it, hoping to convey her gratitude, her admiration, and her respect for the man beside her. Tech tilted his head hoping to deepen the kiss or extend it further, he hated that he waited so long to tell her the truth, he hated that he could’ve been by her side sooner. Eventually, both pulled apart, needing to breath, she rested her head against Tech’s shoulder, curling herself into his side, as she held on to his hand. Tech was grateful she couldn’t see his face, she wouldn’t be able to see the tears that had begun to escape down the side of his cheek.
“I dropped her off at home and aimed to head home, I honestly don’t know how I ended up here”
“Tech, are you sure this is what you want?”
“I have been in love with her for the past two years, I wasted all that time, Hunter. I am not wasting another minute without her, even if it’s for a short time”
“You know it’s not going to be easy, I remember how hard it was for you when Wrecker and Echo were in the hospital and you were stuck in Afghanistan. You almost lost your mind Tech, you practically threatened an entire military base in order to get back home. Are you sure you can handle it?”
“I understand where your concern is coming from, I do. However, the thought I keep returning to: what if I’m not by her side for every moment and chance I have. I want to be there, Hunter, I want to be the one she leans on, during the difficult times ahead. The only place I belong is by her side, there is no doubt in mind about it.”
“Then we’re here for you. For the both of you.” Hunter reached out grasping his younger brother’s shoulder, he didn’t miss the determination in Tech’s eyes, he could see the man had a plan up his sleeve to make every moment with Kamarie special “Are you guys going to tell the rest of the family?”
“I’ll leave that for her to decide” Tech appreciated his brother’s hand on his shoulder, he appreciated it even more when his hand shifted and rested on top of his head, it was a simple gesture but it brought him an immense sense of comfort every time. It was a gesture that had been developed since they were kids, a silent promise that Hunter would be by his side always.
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Foundling AU
so uhh
My Mandalorian OC, Ayer Vizla, goes to Kamino to train clone commandos
but the squad he's assigned to is just too fucking cute and he can't control himself
So he shows up on Concordia with the cadet Batch and basically adopts them.
Ayer: hey Paz meet your new brothers
Paz: Dad what the FUCK
so they get a stable childhood with lots of love and they finally get what they deserve
Din, having just arrived and very scared: ....um...hi...
Crosshair: Hi. You're new.
Satine has to deal with some very angry Kaminoans and is confused cause she never knew about Mandalorians training clones??
Paz is very protective of his little brothers and that doesn't stop Crosshair from fighting all the other kids.
post-Purge, they've all spilt up and Crosshair's a bounty hunter and ends up picking up this grumpy hermit who hates snow but lived in a frozen hellhole totally not Mayday
Tech ends up doing a job for someone helping her "liberate ancient wonders" or something and ends up dating her
Who knows what Wrecker's up to
Hunter spontaneously adopts a cute kid who doesn't have any family and apparently he brought down the entire Bounty Hunter's Guild down upon himself because of his Mandalorian Dad Instincts™
#the bad batch#tbb crosshair#tbb tech#tbb hunter#tbb wrecker#tbb#tbb au#star wars#the mandalorian#mandalorian oc
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The Clone Wars 2x12 ‘The Mandalore Plot’ Reaction
I love Satine. She is AMAZING. She is so fierce, takes absolutely no nonsense, stands up for what she believes in, is exceptionally competent and skilled in her areas of speciality (diplomacy etc), calls out Obi-Wan on his philosophical jedi bullshit and saves his life as well. And the sass. The Sass. It is off the charts. They spend the entire time flirting under the pretence of verbal jousting, sassing back and forth at each other. I love it. I love them. I spent so much of this episode just CACKLING.
Satine and Obi-Wan are perfect together. They compliment each other so well. They’re one of those couples that are just meant for each other. They’re soul mates (if this was a Soul Mates AU). Yes I know what happens shhh just let me enjoy this
I know I go on about Space Husband Cody all the time but Obi-Wan and Satine are just so good together. Obi-Wan can have a Space Royalty Wife and a Space Warrior Husband, as a treat. Or they could all just get together as a throuple. Actually, Satine, Cody and Obi-Wan as a throuple sounds most excellent. Ultimate power throuple right there.
Anyway, onwards to the live-blogging style portion of this reaction post.
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Ahahahaha Obi-Wan is pure sass already
Oooh that’s a pretty building. Not particularly tactically secure though seeing as its walls and ceiling are made of glass. Though that makes sense as a pacifist statement I suppose.
Jango Fett was a common bounty hunter? Excuse?!
“Well, Master Kenobi, my shining jedi knight, to the rescue once again.” OMGILOVEHERALREADY
What were those strange shimmering noises?
“After all these years you’re even more beautiful than ever.” Obi-Wan you are NOT subtle
“Kind words from a man who accuses me of treachery.” CACKLING
“No Mandalorian would engage in such violence.” That sounds exceptionally counterintuitive, even if this is a long time before The Mandalorian series.
Did she just ask him out on a date after a verbal joust?!
Those strange shimmering noises appeared again. Also, the ominous music is about as unsubtle as Obi-Wan’s flirting. I think, just maybe, that they might be trying to tell us that *gasp* something sinister is going on here!
There seems to be quite a few lingering shots on the Prime Minister. Does he do something nefarious later down the line?
Naw they’re on a date!
The little pauses in “It’s so good to see you again Obi-Wan” aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Death Watch. That’s a subtle name.
“Small group of hooligans.” Well that’s going to come back and bite you now isn’t.
“Most distasteful.” Dooku doing the absolute most to chew all of the scenery on this holocall.
First philosophy lesson of the episode. Satine has a damn good point and she’s not letting Obi-Wan get away with any noble jedi bullshit.
Naw he was so worried about her.
Obi-Wan just deciding what to do for Satine’s safety. I get that it’s probably a good idea but also side eyeing.
Ok that was not something I’d ever expect them to show in a “kids tv show”, that was rough and intense.
Is this the first time we hear the Mando’a language spoken?
There’s a lot of religious iconography going on in this episode. The building that Obi-Wan meets the Prime Minister and Duchess Satine in, which looks like a church interior. That hand reaching towards the light.
You two are great and all but why are you sassing each other over the very recently dead dude who is right there?!
“That’s why I’m still talking to you.” SAVAGE
Ahahahahaha Obi-Wan’s little impressed expression CACKLING
Mining is bad kids
Oooh, a Vizla. Is this Paz’s dad?
“Please try not to cause problems where none yet exist” THE SASS
Omg I love these two. They’re perfect.
That pause before Satine said “meditate” XD
Obi-Wan that snooping around is about as subtle as your flirting
I’m loving the music in this episode. It’s been consistently excellent throughout TCW but this episode especially it is really heightening and adding to everything.
This entire scene of Satine trying to subtly communicate with Obi-Wan without alerting Vizla is peak ridiculous campy TCW comedy
“I’m in a bit of an awkward spot” Obi-Wan does like using that phrase when the situation is much worse than he’s letting on. He did the same thing in 2x9 ‘Grievous Intrigue’ when he asked Anakin to pick them up from a ship that was in the middle of exploding in space.
Why did one of the Mandalorians have an OTT south London gangster accent?
What are those? Random demonstration space pumpkins to emphasise the squishing Obi-Wan is about to receive?
“This is not good.” ya don’t say
Ahahahaha at the line about the loud metallic clanging sound and the machine about to smash him into bits.
I am CACKLING at their sassing of each other. Obi-Wan is metres away from being pureed and they’re still bantering.
This is definitely me reading far too much into things but that look of relief on Obi-Wan’s face looked suspiciously like an orgasm face. Apt seeing as this is the episode where he reconnects with his old flame.
“Unseemly pleasure” hmmm indeed.
That’s where you’re supposed to kiss dammit.
Again with the random south London gangster accent for the Mandalorian “hooligans”?
“We’ll have to stand and fight. Or in your case, just stand.” OBI-WAN YOU DID NOT
For such an apparently uncivilised weapon, Obi-Wan seems suspiciously good at shooting blasters.
The rock! Satine!
Lol the Death Watch leader just flicked his little cape away from in front of his arm and then the next shot we see of him it’s right back where it was.
Guv’na? Why the random bri’ish accents?
Lol of course Vizla was the baddie and leader of Death Watch.
Nyoom! Wiz! Zing! Random sci-fi noises!
Obi-Wan why are you dodging missiles with dance moves?! What is this ridiculousness? Also, CACKLING
Satine! There are missiles coming, time to go!
Lol of course he fell on top of her but in this case I don’t care and I will take that trope and run with it!
“Mine was the more daring of the two rescues.” SNORTS
Lol at Rex, Cody, Anakin and the clones just randomly turning up at the end of the episode.
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Ive sent this search to a couple of blogs, so ill send it here too :)
Hello! ⏳🗡️
18+M looking to RP some Star Wars if anybody is willing. I would like my rp partner to be 18+ as well. Id most like to rp around the prequels or involving the characters, or anything involving mandalorians. I’m open to both canon characters or ocs. This may be a strange request, but I would like to try and rp a tusken raider, as I love the idea of exploring their culture or world building, though I’m also very open to playing other characters I just love tuskens and mandalorians. This doesn’t mean our rp has to be on Tatooine, as I’m sure we can come up with a reason for a Tusken Raider to be somewhere else.
I’m happy to rp aus, but I’d like to keep it in the Star Wars universe (no modern au, things like that), or changing the timeline to make things fit story ideas (for example keeping Jaster mereel alive, or changing ages for ships like jango fett x obi wan Kenobi)
For romance I mainly rp mxm as I am mlm myself.
I’m fine with darker themes or nsfw but if its anything too extreme (think heavily described torture and etc) I’d like to discuss it first :)
I rp both canon x canon, canon x oc or, oc x oc
I’m open to discuss pairings, so I can’t remember them all off the top of my head, but here’s some Id rp. (ill write characters id play in bold, if they aren’t in bold I’m open to play either), though if you have other ships in mind just let me know.
Jango Fett x Obi Wan Kenobi
Anakin Skywalker x Obi Wan Kenobi
Any Clonetrooper x Obi Wan Kenobi
Any Clonetrooper x Anakin Skywalker
Clonetrooper x Clonetrooper
Boba Fett x Din Djarin
Paz Vizsla x Din Djarin
Paz Vizla x Boba Fett
Tusken Raider x Anakin Skywalker
Tusken Raider x Obi Wan Kenobi
Tusken Raider x Din Djarin
Tusken Raider x Boba Fett
Tusken Raider x Luke Skywalker
Tusken Raider x OC
Just like this post and ill message you :)
I do all my rps over discord, and I try to match my rp partner in response length though try to always give enough to work with and would like the same in return.
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Sweet Dreams- Boxer!Paz x Baker!Freader
Inspired by the events of Foul (following straight after) and the Boxer Din AU created and written by the wonderful, amazing, brilliantly talented @djarinsbeskar!
WC: 1,641
Tags: 18+, mentions of smut, its a smutty AU ya'll know the drill, sickeningly sweet fluff
I have been driven to write this to deal with all my Paz thots- it will become very clear that I make up for the fact that I can't write hot smut by writing the softest shit.
Excuse the lack of editing, also, its quite the mess x
After Din had stormed off with his “not-girlfriend” at Avika, Paz was more than ready to go home right then and there, thoroughly unwanting to deal with the feral frenzy that Din had stirred up in and out the ring. But there was no doubt that there would be more calls for blood. And even if that weren’t the case- even if Din wasn’t on the lists tonight- Paz had to stay.
It was his job after all. And one he enjoyed more often than not.
But when he thought about you, Paz’s priorities became trivial- like dust in the wind.
He hadn’t been dating you for long but he already knew that he was in deep. To Paz, you were the one that hung the stars in the sky; you, a hardworking baker with a smile that made his heart ache and hips that made his cock twitch. It was love, the realest he’d ever found, and every day he swore his gratitude to whatever force had sent him to you.
It was almost a taunt to watch Din leave Avika with his “not-girlfriend” tucked into his side- he’d been disqualified from any more fights that night but he couldn’t look any less content about it- when Paz had to stay behind with nothing but the thoughts of you waiting for him back at his place to keep him company.
To pass a bit of time between the words that were being exchanged between Boba and Din’s opponent’s trainer, Paz checked his phone- his mood instantly brightened when he saw a notification from you.
From: Sugar Cookie💖
Hey babe, I just got home.
Did you feed Kitty yet? He’s begging me for food rn but I know he’s probs got a full belly and is just being a little gobble guts lol.
sent 4:13am
I gave him a tinyyy bit of kibble to hold him over in case you didn’t. Kitty knows I can’t resist him.
Sorry for messaging you at work btw. I know you’re busy xx
Love you xx
sent 4:19am
Paz checked the current time. 5:30am. Shit. He must’ve missed the buzz of the notification amidst the chaos. Usually, your shifts at the bakery ended closer to midnight but he knew you to be a hard worker, proud of the bakery you ran by yourself, and always likely to get caught up in a task until it was done to a high standard. It was just another thing for Paz to love about you.
His thumbs hovered over the reply box; you had probably already gone to bed, exhausted from your own long day of work. He couldn’t bring himself to disturb you but he pushed past that doubt a second later, typing out a response, softened when he reread your messages about his kitten.
“Vizsla!” Boba’s voice pulled him back into reality. “Are you listening at all? This does concern you.”
Paz managed an easy half-lie, fingers tapping away as he switched contacts and began typing another message, “I’m sending Din a text- trying to figure out what started all this.”
…
When Paz finally did get home it was pushing 8am. Expecting to find you curled up in his bed, comfortably asleep, he was shocked to see you as soon as he opened the door to his apartment. You were propped up against a wall of cushions on his couch with a book resting in your lap and his kitten snoozing on your chest. Head thrown back and peacefully still, he could tell you were fast asleep.
Just the sight of you, the shape of your body outlined by the drape of the blanket that was thrown over you, your features illuminated by the warm light of the lamp, the splay of your hair over the pillows- just looking at you relieved him of so much of the stress he had carried home. His eyes traced over your form, picking out the dip and curve of your hips, and he was struck again with the amount of love he had for you. He still couldn’t believe how quickly he had developed such deep feelings for you but that fact made them no less sincere. The softness and simple intimacy (whether that be primarily sexual or emotional) that your company alone promised never ceased to amaze him.
Trying to be as quiet as he could manage, Paz shut the door behind him, put his backpack down by the door, and crossed the room to kneel down at your side. He considered leaving you there for the rest of the night- if he did he could go take a nap and then come back and wake you up by eating you out before making you breakfast- but ultimately he wanted to, needed to sleep next to you… and he couldn’t manage that on the couch.
He got the best sleep when you stayed the night, your chest made a far better pillow and your arms though relatively small provided him with so much warmth that he would be more than content to sleep without any covers (which happened sometimes when you hoarded the blankets).
Paz let out a silent sigh and reached out to stroke the hair away from your face. You stirred in response and he leaned in to press a kiss to your nose, “Hey, baby, it’s just me.”
You let out a soft moan, eyes scrunching up before blinking open, looking up at him blearily, “Paz~”
His heart could have burst at the sound of your gentle voice laden with sleep. Carefully so as not to disturb your place, Paz eased the book from your fingers. The exhaustion was palpable on your face, the weight of many hours of work pulling at the edges of your eyes. “I thought you’d be in bed by now.”
You eased yourself up on the cushions, one hand bracing the kitten against your chest. “I wanted to stay up for you. I didn’t mean to doze off.” Fuck. Paz was slipping his arms under you faster than you could process and when he stood you were tucked against his chest, kitten, blanket and all. You didn’t even seem bothered by the shift, curling your fingers into the neckline of his shirt. The simple touch drove him wild- the burn of your warm skin against his throat like a blowtorch- and the fact that you seemed oblivious to that only made him ache for you more.
When he had gotten you halfway to the bedroom you spoke again in that voice that threatened sleep, “I would've been able to stay up for you if I didn’t have to spend three hours on a last minute order for a wedding cake.”
Paz opened the door with his hip. “You don’t have to say yes to every job you know.”
“I know- but the couple was so sweet, I couldn’t say no. Plus they paid me double and half on top because of the short notice.”
He laid you out on the bed and replaced the throw blanket with his thick quilt, kitten moving to curl up beside your head on the pillow. The comfortable setting was luring you quickly to sleep again but you were still determined to see him next to you before you shut your eyes again fully. When he didn’t immediately join you, you frowned.
Paz eased the crease in your brow with a kiss there, “Don’t pout, sweetheart. I just gotta take a shower.” He could have skipped one for now, knowing you wouldn’t protest his sweaty skin, but he wanted to be rid of the flecks of blood that had stuck to him, everything that had stuck to him from that ring, before he touched you. You started to protest but Paz silenced you with a searing kiss to your lips, “I won’t be long, I promise.”
If he had thought you would be back asleep by the time he finished he was fooling himself. You scooched backwards on the mattress and petted the space you made in front, “come here.”
Paz went willingly, instantly. He eased back the covers and shuffled in next to you, clad only in a pair of boxers, hands instantly finding your skin to greedily palm the warmth that radiated from you. You cozied up to him just as naturally, arms wrapping around his neck so that he could tuck his face against the crook of your neck. With the covers pulled over the both of you, Paz felt surrounded by your presence and it calmed any remaining stress he had.
Although he had reprimanded Din for taking a violent approach to defending a woman’s honor, Paz couldn’t deny the fact that he’d be just as likely to take a similar action if anyone spoke about you like that- just thinking about those vile, entitled words directed at you made his jaw clench subconsciously. And yet just as soon as that anger stirred up in him, it dissipated again, soothed by the thump of your heart against his chest and the delicate fan of air you puffed over his damp skin.
He was reminded of the first time he told you he loved you; not long ago, in the middle of a good hard fuck when he had you by the hip, lost in the emotion of your eyes to the point where his confession had come out as a babble that became a mantra that he punctuated with each thrust of his hips. You had been on the verge of tears then, overstimulated and shaking, when you returned the words to him from your own lips: I love you too.
“I love you.” Paz whispered.
You snuggled against him tighter, a sleepy sigh escaping you when his hands ran up and down your sides. “I love you too.”
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Di'kut - Soulmate AU
AN: Well, you guys didn't care for my angsty Soulmate AU, so here is another one! I'd say its happier than last time though, at least it ends on a happier note. I honestly feel a bit bad, because for the life of me I can not let Paz be happy.... if there is enough requests, i might write a part 2 for this. Oh, this is also my last fic for @maybege May's Birthday Bash and I just wanted to say I had a lot of fun writing these fics and I hope I didn't break your hearts that badly with the other two Paz fics ;). Love you all!
Pairing: Paz Vizsla x GN!Mandalorian!Reader
Words: ~4k (this was supposed to be short...)
Rating: Everyone
Summary: Paz Vizsla is the biggest di'kut you have ever had the misfortune of meeting, and it is just your luck that he is your soulmate. (Soulmate AU-the first words your soulmate say to you are tattooed on your body)
Warnings: Paz is an asshole, descriptions of using blasters, someone gets shot but the blaster is on stun so they don't get hurt, some angst, bit of an enemies to lovers (let me know if I missed anything!!)
Masterlist
When the black smudge on your arm finally became legible you were still young enough that the inky black taunt written in scratchy penmanship made you spiteful, and made you form a prepubescent anger towards your soulmate. The words mocked you morning and night, through all your training and lessons,, through your free time, every second of every day the words, “You are no mandalorian,” flowed through your head on repeat, and made you want to give anything to smash your soulmate’s face in. You were just as much of a mandalorian as the rest of your family, you fought for the title, trained for the title, memorized and lived by the tenants of the Resol'nare, and like thousands of mandalorians before you, you mourned and watched as your family was taken from you as you had barely reached adulthood.
Your mother used to worry about you, about how instead of the love your soulmate’s words were supposed to bring you, you became spiteful. She used to whisper to you, try and calm you, with soothing words she would say, “Whoever they are they will know they are wrong quickly, ad’ika, your soulmate will love you and learn to regret all the pain these words have caused you. Plus I bet whoever they are, are just saying these words out of jealousy, because you are the strongest, most bright little warrior I have ever met and I, along with your father, are so proud of you.” And her words helped, at times that the words hurt the most, when they caused rage to flare up, you would let her words flow through your mind and they would quiet your thoughts, even now years after she was taken from you.
Over time your pettiness for your soulmate softened, though it never fully disappeared, now the words just hurt, so you covered them, always. Never looked at them, and only took off your long shirts when you bathed, still taking care to keep your eyes from drifting to your arm. To help yourself ignore the words, to ignore the pain that came with them, you threw yourself into work, anything you could find, all the while searching for other mandalorians, as your heart yearned to be back among your people and drained for living years on your own.
And that is what led you to Nevarro. Rumors whisper in the wind that several mandalorians have been spotted on the planet, though never more than one at a time, and usually a younger, more reckless one donned in red and silver armor. It took you a few days, longer than you had liked, as you were eager and impatient to not be alone anymore, but eventually, that mandalorian in red and silver armor cornered you, and you must have said all the right things, you must have proven you weren’t a threat, because he had led you to where his tribe hid away from everyone, and once you entered the tunnels you had to bite your tongue and swallow back the tears that wanted to escape from the overwhelming feeling of safety that immediately washed over you.
It had taken a while for the red mandalorian to lead you to the tribe, and a few more to take you to their leader, their armorer, the mandalorian explained how he had found you, and once the armorer nodded he turned and left. Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, and you found yourself intimidated by the woman in front of you, but you also couldn’t help but feel respect for her as the air that surrounded you was something you had never felt before, but knew deep down she has earned every ounce of respect that her tribe gave her. Then you heard her sturdy, and calm voice echo through the forge, “Why are you here, mandalorian?”
Bowing your head, you responded as evenly as possible, given your racing heart and trembling fingers, “I heard rumors of other mandalorians here on Nevarro….I came to see if there was a tribe I may join, and I must say my heart is full knowing that I have found more of my people.”
“You want to join our tribe,” she paused long enough for you to look up into her pitch-black visor and give a small nod, “Well then, tell me, is there a reason you are not with your original tribe?”
You bit your lip under your helmet, taking a shaky breath before giving a bit of a jerky nod. “Yes… my tribe… my family were found and wiped out by the empire.”
“How long have you been alone and searching for another tribe, my child?”
“Years… I...I do not have an exact number to give you, I lost track as I threw myself into searching and working.”
The armorer gave a single nod, and you could see her shoulders relax slightly before she spoke again, “You will be welcomed into our tribe, it is an honor to be able to bring a lost mandalorian back to their people.”
You let out a shaky breath, one that you had not realized you had been holding, and bowed your head again, “Thank you, I promise you will not regret this. I was very well learned in my tribe and one of the top warriors in my age group, I can help the tribe in any way you need me to, wherever you need help, I can be of service.”
“That is a relief to hear, especially with our need for a teacher for our foundlings. Once you are settled, we can discuss what all you know and assign you an age group to work with.”
“Thank you again...it is nice knowing I am not alone anymore," and in reply, she only nodded.
In a few short days, you had met with the armorer a few more times and went over everything you had been taught and what all you were confident in teaching, which was quite a lot and had even surprised her and resulted in a bit of praise of your knowledge. Quickly you started teaching the foundlings, each taking to you like a duckling to water, and finally, you started feeling at peace for the first time since you could remember. But then you made an important discovery, something that should have honestly clicked sooner.
In your small classroom, you would often take off your helmet so that you could talk with the children face to face. The children all loved it and in your opinion, you always thought that it was easier to learn when you could see your instructor’s face, read their emotions. But when lessons were over, you would put your helmet back on and nod to the parents they picked up their children, or to the foundlings who would walk themselves to and from lessons. It was a habit to wear your helmet by this point, it felt like a safety blanket after practically living in it all these years, and you just never really put two and two together that you had never seen any of the other mandalorians in your new tribe without their helmets, too oblivious in your newly found peace. Then one day, as you were sitting on the floor with the youngest foundlings, the older ones at training, you were telling them stories your mother had told you, each of them completely entranced in your words, and you were too caught up in telling the story to notice the man sneaking into the room. Before you even knew what was happening, there was a solid hand wrapping around the back of your neck and another pulling your dominant hand behind your back and forcing you to stand and walk out of your classroom. You didn’t react, not out of shock, not because you couldn’t, but because your little foundlings all started freaking out and you knew if you went quietly and left them with reassuring words they wouldn’t be as scared.
Your capturer did not take you far, only escorting you a few doors down and into the forge where they threw you to the floor at the armorer’s feet snarling out, “I caught them helmetless in front of the foundlings.”
Looking at the floor, tears in your eyes from the rough treatment, things finally clicked in your brain, and you whispered, “You’re children of the watch.”
You could feel the armorer’s eyes on you, and when you finally looked up, she told you to stand, before asking, “You never took the creed, did you?”
You only shook your head and swallowed when the armorer nodded. The room quieted, only the soft roar of the flames from the forage could be heard, before you swallowed and set your head back, looking forward at the leader you have come to respect. “I am sorry I did not realize what tribe I had been brought into, had I known I was being welcomed into a tribe of children of the watch, I would have taken care to follow your rules. I may not have taken your creed, but I still respect you and your culture as a fellow mandalorian-”
“You are no mandalorian,” the man who had dragged you here spit out, interrupting you and making your blood freeze in your veins. The stories always romanticize the warmth that was supposed to come from hearing your soulmate's words, but you could only feel ice run through your veins at the hatred in his voice. You are sure that your eyes widened, and a bit of panic and anger spread on your face tells which the armorer in front of you noted, before looking past you and saying, “Paz Vizsla, what were you doing when you made this discovery?”
The man, Paz, scoffed behind you. “The older foundlings were talking nonstop about the new teacher during training, praising them, and saying how much they loved them so I wanted to see what was so great about the new teacher. Only when I walked in did I find this traitor sitting in front of our children.”
“So you are telling me that you left your post, where you were supposed to be helping train the older foundlings, so you could run around and investigate the newest member of the tribe. Then you thought it wise to humiliate them by dragging them here to me?”
You did not hear a reply, not caring enough to really process what was being said, as your brain was still processing the words that he, Paz Vizsla, your soulmate, had spit at you only moments prior. Your heart still thundering in your ears as you barely hearing the rest of the exchange between the armorer and the man behind you.
“Where are the young foundlings now?”
“Back in the-”
“You left them there alone… of course you did. Go sit with them until I am finished here, then we will be having a talk.”
Again, you heard no reply, but you did hear his footsteps retreating from the room. Not long after the faded, the armorer turned back to you. “You knew we were children of the watch, knew of our creed, how?”
Taking a deep breath, you looked towards the armorer, though you could not hold her gaze long. “My father, he had met some mandalorians that followed your way of life before. In fact he met many different mandalorians who each followed a different interpretation of the Resol'nare. He...he taught each of them to me, telling me, “We are all mandalorians, even if we view the way of life differently, we each live by the tenants. Accept each mandalorian you meet, do not judge, judging is what broke us all apart, and caused many deaths of our people. If we are to be one people again, we must learn acceptance.” And I have always taken great care to not forget those words or teachings.”
The armorer nodded her head, before softly saying, “Your father was a wise man, he taught you well,” she stayed quiet, the two of you thinking over everything that had happened and what you had said, but eventually, she continued, “I am not making you leave. There are not many of us mandalorians left, and while I do not entirely believe in your way of life, I will take a page from your book and respect it regardless, if you are willing to respect ours. All I ask is that you wear your helmet around the others, as you learned with Paz’s outburst, many are not accepting here.”
You nodded, giving a short, “Of course,” before she dismissed you to your room, saying that someone would bring your helmet to you.
After the incident, you avoided Paz Vizsla with everything you had, the sight of his blue armor immediately sparking rage in you. Never once staying in his presence long enough to speak to him, refusing to allow him to find out you were his soulmate. Through each passing insult, or demeaning comment he threw in your direction you just bit your tongue and walked away, taking the time later to curse his existence as you tore through and ruined several training dummies as you took your anger out on them. And you endured this, taking his scathing comments for months, years even.
Then you reached your boiling point. Paz Vizsla finally reached the limit of your patience. One of your students had been struggling in shooting training and was too shy to ask for more help from the instructor, not that you blamed them considering who the instructor was at the moment, Paz Vizsla. Instead, they had asked you, and you had agreed because you wanted nothing more than for all of your students to succeed, and felt honored that they felt safe enough with you to ask for your help. You had barely gone over the different parts of the blaster, having the student repeat it back to you twice, and had just started giving a small lecture over blaster safety when Din walked in, and you just nodded at him as he did the same before settling a few paces away. Din wasn’t home at the tribe often, so getting to see him was nice, the two of you being friendly, and it was an added bonus that with his marksmanship if you needed to, you knew he would be willing to come over and help in your little tutoring session. Turning back to your student, you asked them to show you how they had been shooting, to see what you were working with. Slowly, they picked up the blaster and shot at the target, barely hitting the outside ring, and you nodded at them when they looked over to you for approval.
“That wasn’t bad at all, ad’ika, but there are some things I think I can help you with,” stepping to the stall next to them, you pulled out your blaster and held it to the target, before looking to your student again. “First, I need you to relax, don’t be tense. The blaster is dangerous, yes, but you must respect it and treat it correctly and you will not be in danger. If you are tense, it makes the recoil worse, if your arms are relaxed though, your arms will absorb some of that recoil and you won’t jerk back so hard. Next, widen your stance just a little bit, okay? See how I am standing, and how my arms are slightly bent, not completely stiff? I want you to try shooting like that, and remember to use the sights on the barrel to aim.”
Your student nodded, fixing their stance as you safely put your blaster away. Their next shot hit much closer to the bullseyes eye, not hitting it, but hitting in between it and the ring just outside of it, and you smiled, opening your mouth to praise the foundling, but you weren’t able to get it out before a chuckle sounded out behind you, turning your stomach sour as your least favorite mandalorian spoke up, “I am surprised you even know how to hold a blaster, let alone how to teach someone to use one.”
Clenching your teeth, you let out a frustrated huff, whipping out your blaster and turning to look the man who has caused you nothing but hell the last few years right in the eye, before pointing your blaster at the target and shooting three shots without looking, and judging by the shocked laugh and the whispered, “That was kriffing amazing,” that came from your student, you think it was safe to say each shot found the middle of the target. Paz stayed silent though, and you could feel the glare he was shooting at you, but you just turned to Din, who was watching silently, and said, “Would you mind taking over for me? For some reason, I am starting to get a migraine.”
“Running away, as always, how very mandalorian of you,” Paz scoffed out as you passed him, and finally you were done. So before you could even think to stop yourself, you whipped your head to look at him, growling out, “You are the biggest di'kut of a mandalorian, Paz Viszla,” before stomping away. You of course too caught up in your anger to notice how he froze at your words, but you weren’t too out of sorts to hear his own angry stomping following after you. He caught up to you in no time, his stride longer longer than your own, but he made the mistake of trying to grab you again like he had a couple of years ago, but this time, you didn’t let him get past loosely wrapping his fingers around your wrist, immediately angling and throwing your elbow back so it would hit him in his unarmored side. He let out a very pained grunt and let go of you. He recovered faster than you could get away, though, so as he reached for you again, you whipped out your blaster and aimed it at him which caused him to freeze. Carefully, you set the blaster to stun, making sure he wouldn’t notice, but the thick-skulled mandalorian seemed distracted.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” he grumbled out, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, and you just looked him dead in the eye, before saying, “Why would I tell the person I hate the most that we are stuck together? Wasn’t a curse enough to know my soulmate, the person who is supposed to love me was the same person that hated me most in this world?”
Once you were finished speaking, still running on anger, not just from the encounter, but from every encounter since he drug you to the armorer, anger from the moment you could read his words, a lifetime of anger that had built up to this point, so you simply turned you blaster down, shooting the small area on his thigh that was uncovered twice, which was thankfully enough to drop him as he cursed. You just turned and walked away from him. You didn't know where you were going, but anywhere away from him was exactly where you wanted to be, and you took a bit of joy in him yelling after you and hearing him struggling to follow you.
You managed to avoid him for the rest of the day, just walking the tunnels that the tribe lived in, sticking to the most abandoned ones so you weren’t spotted. The few times you passed halls close to the covert you could hear his shouts and stomping, but you only quietly turned to go deeper into the tunnels. But it got late, and your anger had long since turned to exhaustion when Din found you wandering the tunnels slowly. He didn’t say anything, just walked beside you for a bit. Eventually, he did break the silence, though, “He’s sitting outside your door, convinced you’ve hidden yourself away in there and refusing to speak to him.”
You only laughed, the thought getting to you in your tired state to the point you found yourself leaning against the wall and holding your side from laughing so hard. It took a few minutes, but when the laughing subsided, you looked at Din and said, “Well I guess we know why you’re the bounty hunter. We’d have no money if he was the one out there tracking people down.”
Din chuckled, and the two of you started walking again, quiet following the two of you again. You zigzagged through a few halls, not really caring where you were heading still when Din broke the silence again, “Why did you never tell Paz you were his soulmate? He would have stopped if he had known.”
You rolled your eyes and shook your head, letting out a sigh before answering, “It doesn’t really matter, does it? What would have changed? Because the way I see it, he hates me, soulmates or not, I am just a traitor to my people in his eyes, so what would the rose-colored lens of being his soulmate change? Why wouldn’t he still hate me? And if he did stop, and he did suddenly start caring for me, would it only be because I am his soulmate that I would suddenly be enough for him?....... Din, I didn’t...don’t see him changing his opinion of me because of our soulmate status. My father always said that the Vizslas weren’t shit.”
Din quietly led you through the tunnels, not saying anything until he finally stopped and turned to you, “While I agree with what your father said, I think you should at least hear him out. In fact, he's been listening the entire time,” and with that he tapped the side of his helmet, before he turned and left you standing there alone. It took a few seconds, but you realized that Din had led you to the end of the tunnel that led to your room, and like Din said, right beside your door looking directly at you stood the one person you did not want to talk to, but it was far too late to leave now. Instead, you held your head high and started towards your room, towards Paz. When you were only a foot or two away, he took a step forward, making you freeze.
“I should apologize.”
You didn’t say anything, too tired to deal with this, and your heart still full of bitterness for the man. But, you listened, not for Paz, not for yourself, but because Din had asked you to.
“What I did to you, what I have said to you was not okay….I should have listened to the armorer years ago when she berated me for treating you the way I did, and there is no excuse for it….. But what you said to Din...just because you’re my soulmate doesn’t mean I am instantly going to like you now...because I have always liked you, and I have hated myself for it, because you were so different from what I was raised to believe I wanted to hate you, but...but I never could.”
You took a deep breath and moved around Paz quietly reaching to put in your door code and stepping inside. Once you passed the threshold, you turned back to look at Paz, and only said, “I can’t forgive you Paz, not right now. What you have said to me...there is no justification for it,” you let that hang in the air for a few minutes, before looking him in the eye, “But… if you are willing to work to gain my trust, to gain my love, to gain my respect, and you learn to respect me, then, eventually, I think I could forgive you.”
Paz responded with a small head nod, and a quiet, “Of course, anything.”
Nodding back, you reached for the door panel, and before closing it, you said softly, “Good night, Paz.”
And as you closed the door, you heard him echo the sentiment back, softly saying your name at the end, before you heard his footsteps echo down the tunnel as he walked away, and for the first time since you were welcomed into the tribe, you felt yourself fill with hope for the possibility of a happier future.
Mando'a Translations:
Di'kut - idiot
ad'ika - little one, daughter/son
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Little Warrior
A Fighting Teacher!Paz AU
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Pairing: Paz Vizsla x f!reader
Warnings: Mentions of (fake) fighting, unrealistic expectations of how massages work, p in v sex, graphic descriptions of said sex. Also let’s pretend fighting teachers are a thing okay
Word count: 4.2k
Author’s note: This is for the lovely @maybege’s birthday bash! I absolutely love AUs and I wanted to wish May a happy birthday by gifting her with some indulgent Paz Vizsla porn 💙
This fic takes place some time in the past. I tried to keep it vague enough because I didn’t want to bother with historical accuracy. (Hey at least I’m honest, right?)
Shoutout to @wyn-n-tonic for helping me edit!
Summary: Paz moved to your town after losing his home and his community, and you get to know him after asking him for sparring lessons. One day, you end up a little more sore than usual, and Paz is more than happy to help you feel better.
It’s your own doing, really, when you run out of breath faster than usual, and pull a muscle minutes into your sparring match. Paz is an excellent teacher but he has high expectations, and punctuality is one of them. So when you arrived right on time without having stretched, you didn’t want to admit that you hadn’t done it yet.
Today you’re fencing with large, wooden sticks; You can feel the power behind his movements, the force behind every swing and you block him as much as you can. He knows not to actually hit you, instead he calls out commands, letting you know when you’ve let your guard down, and doubles down on his attacks. Your lungs feel like they’re burning and your feet ache, but you try not to let it show as you return his attacks with vigor.
By the time the session is over, you’re drenched in sweat, wincing in pain on the dirt floor. Paz helps you up, concern evident in his expression.
“Are you okay?”
His hand is gently grasping your bicep, easily curling all the way around it. You can’t bear the look of guilt in his eyes and turn away.
“Of course,” you say a little too brightly. “I’m just a little tired. I’ll see you tomorrow, Paz.”
He nods in understanding, but looks helpless as he stands there, grip loosening on your arm.
“I’ll see you then,” he agrees.
The hot bath you take to soothe your aching muscles seems to do nothing to alleviate the pain. You barely manage to get dressed afterwards-- settling with a black robe, the nicest one you own, silky and luxurious against your skin.
Laying in bed, propped up on the pillows, you will your racing mind to quiet down; to match the fatigue you feel in your bones. It’s fruitless, every thought replaying today's class.
The sweat that dripped down from Paz’s neck, then disappeared under the collar of his tunic. His biceps pulled taut, bulging with the effort of his swings. The way his chest rose and fell with his laboured breathing. But, most of all– it was the look in his eyes as he focused on his target.– You. Eyes that were usually so wide and kind had turned sharp and unyielding in an instant.
It sends a shiver down your spine–the pleasant kind. Almost too pleasant. It was getting more and more difficult to ignore each day. The tug in your stomach when he greeted you with a wide smile– To the slick that gathered between your thighs when he had you pinned down on the ground. He was so big, so strong– if it was any other man his size you would have felt a tremor of fear bolt its way through your veins. But with Paz and his easy smiles and his tenderness, the feeling that washed over you was anything but fearful.
You always had a hard time pinning down the secretive warrior. He'd told you one day that he'd lived in a community for much of his life until they were destroyed— the remaining survivors scattered to the wind like dandelion seeds, fragile but persistent. He’d been almost surly with you at first, a determined quietness about him that was intimidating. But then you'd asked him to teach you how to fight, in case you ever needed to defend your people, and he slowly melted, revealing a softer core than he initially let on.
A rap to the door interrupts your thoughts, pulling a groan from your throat at the thought of getting up.
Walking to the front door takes more time than usual as you wince with every step, your body screaming against the movement. Standing up a little straighter, you swing the door open to the very man you were daydreaming about - Paz Vizsla.
His eyes roam over your form, probably noticing your disheveled appearance and state of undress.
“You’re hurt,” is all he states, his voice dripping with regret.
“I’m fine, Paz. Really,” you tell him. “I forgot to stretch before our session today, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
You step back from the door to usher Paz into your home, walking stiffly as he follows you through your living room.
“Do you want something to drink?” You ask him. He doesn’t answer the question.
“Mesh’la, I saw you limping out of the ring. I was too hard on you today. I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry.”
That word– Mesh’la. You have no idea what it means, but the way it flows so pleasantly from his mouth makes your heart race every time.
“If I had wanted you to stop I would have said something.” You spin around as quickly as your body will allow and look up at the man. “I appreciate you not going easy on me. I need to learn.”
He doesn’t respond, but instead steps closer and surveys you once more, tilting your head up so he can get a better look. You note the furrow of his brow and the sharp look in his eyes.
“Let me help you, at the very least. I’ve had my fair share of aches and pains. I can work out some of the soreness.”
Your mind immediately flashes with images of all the ways Paz can work you out and quickly shoo them away, hoping he doesn’t notice the way you’re biting your lip.
You really want to say yes— in fact, your body is screaming at you to say yes.
“Yes.”
“Give me a moment,” he says gently with a small grin. He ushers you to your bed and grabs a small jar of lotion. “This is the closest thing I can find to body oil. Is that okay?”
“Y-yes,” you reply hoarsely. You hope Paz doesn’t notice the flush that makes its way down your cheeks to your neck, disappearing under your robe.
“I’m going to start on your legs, then your arms. Then we’ll have you flip over and I can start working on your back. Let me know if anything hurts too much, or if you want me to stop. Okay, mesh’la?”
“Okay,” you answered him. He gently lays you back onto your pillows, taking care not to grip you too tightly to aggravate your tired muscles.
“I’m going to lift your robe to mid-thigh, okay?”
You swallow heavily and look up at him, seeing nothing but kind concern in his eyes. You nod in agreement.
His hands are light as a feather as he rolls the garment up your legs, stopping low enough to preserve your modesty, but high enough to get to your thighs. Paz reaches over to squeeze a generous amount of lotion into his hand and rubs them together, placing his large hands on your left thigh.
“It might hurt a little at first,” he warns. “But it’ll help in the long run.”
You nod in understanding, not quite trusting yourself to speak at the moment. His ministrations start to become more firm, the tips of his fingers working more deeply into your leg. You can’t help but stare down at his massive hands as they expertly squeeze your flesh.
A sharp pang makes its way through your leg at a particularly hard knot and you stiffen and quietly whimper in pain.
“I know, I know— it won’t hurt for long,” he soothes. His voice is so deep yet so soft, reverberating through your chest. “You’re doing so good for me. So good, mesh’la.”
You feel your nipples harden from underneath the silk of your robe at his muttered praises. Relaxing into his touch, the pain dissipates into a warm buzzing running through your veins.
His hands moves down your leg slowly, working at the knots there, down to your foot. Something about it felt intimate, as if he’s a lover rubbing your tired soles at the end of a long day.
Paz applies more lotion to his hands and switches to the other leg, giving it the same attention, manipulating the intense pain down to a dull ache.
“Okay,” he calls out, patting your knee. “Now let’s work on your arms.”
He moves up the bed and kneels by your side, gently rolling your sleeves up, then starts with your shoulder, rubbing it with practiced care. You exhale a sigh of relief and let your head relax into the pillows behind you.
Paz chuckles gently at your reaction, pulling a sheepish smile from your lips.
“My strong little warrior,” he murmurs, still rubbing your arm. The man’s rich voice sends a pleasant shiver down your spine . If he hadn’t noticed your nipples earlier, he must have noticed the goosebumps that erupted over your arms.
“I’m so proud of the progress you’ve made, verd’ika. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy, yet you did it. And you work so hard at it– so ferociously. It’s something I haven’t seen in a long time.”
You glance up at him as he works down your arm and notice the wistful expression on his face.
“I have the best teacher I could ever ask for,” you respond. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you for everything you’ve done for me.”
Paz grins wide, completely transforming his somber dexpression
“Your companionship is more than enough.”
His hands continue to descend to your wrist; Then he grasps your smaller hand gently. For a moment you think he’s trying to hold your hand, but after a few beats he squeezes it softly, then rubs the pad of his thumb into your palm as his other fingers work between your knuckles.
He lets go of your hand and stands up.
“It’ll be easier for me if I sit next to you for the other one,” Paz explains.
He settles in next to you, legs folded, and straightens your arm out. Your finger just barely brushes against his knee— the touch is small, negligible even, yet your pulse is racing. Head reeling at the sheer size of him, you notice how small your hand looks in comparison as your fingers flex into the sheets.
When he reaches your hand, his fingers gently trace an invisible line down your knuckles, to the tips of your fingers.
Once he’s finished, he clears his throat, then mutters, “It’s time to do your back. It’ll be better if you disrobe, but you don’t have to do that.”
“It’s okay, Paz. Just help me up and I can do the rest.”
Complying, he grabs your hand and holds your shoulder, then pulls you up to a sitting position. Ever the gentleman, Paz immediately turns around to give you privacy.
Heart beating through your chest, you stare at his broad back and let the garment slide down your arms and pool at your waist. What if you tapped Paz on the shoulder and bared yourself to him— would he kiss you or would he run?
nstead, you slide down onto the bed with all the grace you can muster and adjust your robe so it covers your bottom, then lay face down on the bed.
“I’m ready,” you call out.
You hear the jar of your lotion close shut and wait with baited breath, becoming a little concerned when Paz doesn’t make a move.
Finally, his hands find their way to your shoulder blades, trailing down your spine to spread the lotion. You arch into his touch involuntarily and sigh, basking in the feel of his warm hands on your skin.
Then he starts massaging at the knots in your shoulders. It hurts more than you expect and you let out a sharp whimper.
“I’m so sorry, love. It won’t hurt for long. I’ve got you.”
Your head swims at the deep baritone of his gentle praises, cutting through the discomfort. Nimble fingers continue to knead into your aching muscles, manipulating your body as if it was a slab of dough.
Paz makes his way down your back, massaging your lower back, then he travels back up to your neck, working at the kinks.
“We’re almost done,” he said, voice a little strained. “Just want to go over it one more time.”
This time when his hands returned to your shoulders, there’s no sharp pain. His touches are a little softer, a little slower. The press of his fingers send a wave of pleasure through your entire body, shooting straight to your core.
You let out a sigh and wriggle your hips into the bed. There’s something inside of you clawing its way out, making you feel restless and fevered. Paz doesn’t seem to pay any mind to it and continues on, his thumbs reaching up to rub over your neck.
Another wave of pleasure shoots straight through you, pulling a surprised gasp from your open mouth. You bite onto your lip to force yourself to quiet down, then let out a shaky breath.
His fingers pause for a moment, then carry on, moving back to your shoulders, circling even slower than before. His thumb brushes over a particular spot that has your back arching up towards his touch and you let out a moan.
Freezing up immediately, your spine stiffens and you burrow your face into your hands, entirely embarrassed.
Paz slides his hand down your back lightly, letting his fingers trail down to your sides, then gives your waist a reassuring squeeze.
“Mesh’la,” he murmurs softly, his voice a little huskier than usual. “Do you know what that word means?”
You shake your head, and whisper out a soft “no.”
“It means beautiful.”
Your head races, thinking back on the amount of times he’s called you by that word and how early on in your friendship he started using it.
“Would you like me to touch you?” He asks. The hand that’s on your waist skims up your side to the curve of your breast, his fingertips just barely touching your skin.
Shakily, you exhale, squirming a little at his heated touch. You’re so wet, dripping even; This is everything you’ve wanted ever since he started teaching you how to fight.
He retracts his hand as if it burns.
“If- if I just overstepped please know there’s no pressure. I just thought—“
”No— I mean, yes. I want you to touch me,” you reply hastily.
Paz doesn’t say another word. Instead, you feel a soft, plump pair of lips kiss you square between the shoulder blades. Your pulse races in anticipation.
He glides down your back ever so slowly to where your robe is preserving your modesty, then curls his fingers under the silky material to peel it off.
Paz immediately grabs your ass and groans at the supple give of your body against his hands, then trails his fingers down the curve of your thighs, spreading them apart. He finds your clit immediately, swiping at it gently to collect your arousal on his fingers.
“You look gorgeous spread out for me like this,” he breathes. You hear the distinct sound of his mouth sucking on his fingers wetly. “Taste so fucking good, too.”
Holy fuck.
His fingers dip back down to your clit as he cups you in his hand, rubbing up against your sex in earnest. His other hand finds your ass and squeezes it hard.
You let out a low moan and grind into him, already feeling overwhelmed with pleasure.
“You’re soaking my hand,” he purrs, circling his finger around your entrance. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
“Say it again,” you gasp, dizzy with need.
“Good fucking girl,” he grits out, pinching at your clit.
Letting out a high pitched moan, you buck your hips, fucking into the bed with need. Paz’s breaths come out harder, more forced as he watches you writhe under his touch.
“Turn around,” he says, hands leaving you. “I need to see your face.”
As soon as you roll over, his lips are on yours— searching, feeling. You slip your tongue into his mouth and he groans, opening up to let you in.
The slide of his tongue against yours, along with the soft pillow of his lips and the gentle rhythm he builds up has you panting into his mouth. Paz hums and breaks the kiss, mouthing at your jaw, then tugs on your earlobe with his teeth, nipping your sensitive skin.
Paz sits back up and strokes his hand down over your neck and between your breasts. Arching towards the ceiling, you watch his gaze center in on your heaving chest, your nipples pert and waiting for his touch.
He obliges, palm brushing over the curve of your breast, then rolls a nipple under his fingers.
He watches you hungrily as you throw your head back and whimper. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the minute, nearly soaking your thighs as you rub them together.
Paz leans forward and kisses the underside of your breast.
“These,” he says, pausing to suck a nipple into his mouth. “Have been torturing me ever since you opened your front door.”
You gasp when he bites down on the peak, then soothes the sting with his tongue.
“Really?” You ask him, letting out a breathless chuckle.
“Mmm, yes.” Paz replies, giving you kitten licks with the flat of his tongue. “I’ve dreamt about these.” He illustrates his point by toying with your nipples, thumbs rolling over the stiff peaks.
You wriggle more under his ministrations and groan in frustration, needing more.
“Paz, please,” you beg him, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
He chuckles fondly and sits up, removing his shirt with one swift movement.
With his shirt off, you can see every battle scar, every mark on Paz that tells a story of his past. He’s truly the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.
Your eyes are filled with hunger as you take in how soft and hard he is all at once– the kind of strength that comes from a lifetime of hard work. Your gaze moves down his belly, to the trail of hairs that lead to his waistband. He’s thick and hard, nearly straining out of his trousers— your mouth is bone dry as you attempt to wet your lips. You want more than anything to see if his cock is as big as the rest of him.
Paz grins at you, self satisfied as he palms himself through his pants, stroking up and down the outline of his shaft. Eyes as wide as saucers, you watch him twitch in his pants. Your cunt clenches at the sight.
Two can play that game, you think to yourself as your fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing it in small, tight circles. You can hear how wet you are and grin when Paz groans loudly, mouth agape as you touch yourself in front of him.
“Fuck,” he swears, biting down on his plush lower lip.
Paz unbuttons his pants to remove them. You stare in awe as his cock bobs up towards his stomach, mouth watering instantly. You’ve never seen a cock this big before– it’s long and thick, impossibly hard. You reach down to stroke at him, loving how hot and heavy it feels in your hand.
Moaning, Paz finds your mouth and meets you with a scorching kiss. He settles in next to your chest, lips just grazing the soft curve on the side, and slides his hand down to your pussy. Cupping you in his hand, his finger circles your opening and slowly pushes in, waiting for you to adjust to the size of it.
Once you relax around him, he wiggles it around a little, curling it upwards. You respond with a moan and undulate your hips, searching for more pressure on your clit.
Paz adds another finger and waits again for you to adjust, craning his head so he can suck your nipple into his mouth.
“Think you can come with my fingers stuffed in you like this, while I suck on these gorgeous fucking nipples?”
All you can manage is a choked out moan and a nod of your head.
He gets to work, curling both fingers and using the heel of his hand to grind on your clit. Paz shifts from sucking on your tits to lapping at them, doing anything to draw more of those delicious sounds spilling from you.
It doesn’t take long before you feel your orgasm building up. Paz can tell from the tension in your voice and doubles down, pulling your breast into his mouth and plunging his fingers in and out of your cunt.
There’s a flash of white behind your closed eyes, then you come with a loud cry of his name on your tongue. Paz rubs you through it until you convulse with overstimulation.
His fingers leave you with a groan and he shines up to face you, fingers glistening with your release. You take him by surprise and grab into his hand, sucking his fingers into your mouth to taste yourself.
He stares at you in shock, tongue swiping out to lick his lip.
“Paz,” you rasp, popping his fingers out of your mouth. “I want to ride your cock.”
You shift aside, allowing Paz to sit back against the pillows, legs splayed open and his dick jutting out. You give his head a teasing lick, earning a squeeze on your shoulder.
Lining yourself up, you hold onto the heft of him as you sink down, clenching your jaw as he splits you open. Paz lets out a moan but doesn’t move, waiting for you to lead the way.
“Slowly, little warrior, I’ve got you.”
You do your best to relax and pause, getting acclimated to the size of him, while Paz reaches down to rub your clit with thumb.
You begin to move, grinding your hips into his in little circles until you start to feel a spark of pleasure. When you’re fully relaxed, you sink down all the way, moaning as you feel his thick cock drag against your walls.
“Look at you,” Paz marvels, grasping onto your breast and giving it a squeeze. “Taking my cock so well.
You preen under his praise and grab onto the hand on your breast with your much smaller one, lacing your fingers together. Paz uses his free hand to grab onto the meat of your thigh, reaching up to your hips, then thrusts upwards. Your moans become louder, bouncing off the ceiling and you begin to bounce on his cock, feeling it hit deeper and deeper with every thrust.
“Gorgeous fucking girl,” Paz snarls, rolling you underneath his solid body. He grabs your leg and hooks it over your shoulder so he can pound into you, spearing you on his dick so fiercely you’re seeing stars.
“Gonna come soon, mesh’la, let’s see if I can pull another one from you.”
His thumb finds its way to your clit and pinches it, then rubs it in those tight little circles again. Your whimpers are becoming more strained; It feels as though a rubber band inside of you is about to snap.
Your orgasm comes on like a summer storm– it’s sudden, washing over you in waves, so all-encompassing your entire body shakes with the force of it. All you can manage is a strangled gasp as it crests, clenching around Paz’s cock as he milks your pleasure.
“That’s my girl,” he grits out, his forehead resting against yours. “That’s my fucking girl.”
Paz pulls out with a groan and comes hard, splashing his release onto your stomach. Thick ropes of cum drip down your feverish skin, dripping down to your mound. You swipe a finger through the mess and dip your finger into your mouth, licking it off. Paz watches with a dazed look on his face, as if he can’t quite believe it.
After a few beats, he swoops down to kiss you soundly.
“I’ll be right back, my love.”
He gets up and walks out of the room for a moment, then returns with a wet towel to clean you off.
Once he’s done, he tosses it aside and curls you against his chest.
“After I lost my home and my family, I never thought I’d feel this kind of joy again.” He says quietly, brushing your hair out of your face. “My little warrior.”
Tears well up in your eyes at the admission, so you grab his hand and pepper it with soft kisses, reveling in how warm he is, how safe you feel in this moment.
“Your little warrior,” you echo into his skin, tasting the salt of your own tears.
Paz lifts your chin and wipes your tears, then leans in to kiss you, tongue swiping against yours lazily. You hum, licking into his mouth languidly. You lay there for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other’s mouths, hands exploring each other's bodies, until you feel Paz’s arousal poking at your stomach.
You take him in your hand and give him a few slow pumps, basking in the hitch of his breath and the way his stomach jumps at the contact.
“You know,” you tell him, grinning. “I give pretty good massages too.”
Paz chuckles deeply and reaches in for another kiss.
“I don’t doubt it.”
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Goodbye
(Because I have no willpower and finally some hours to write, I had to finish Dez’ story arc. Thank you so much @mountevey for your kind interest and even kinder words, and thank you so much @phrenic-a for listening to me complain about Dez being so difficult and giving such wonderful input!)
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Dez should have died. It would have been a lot better if he’d died. If he had died, he wouldn’t have had to deal with more mess added to his already messy life.
Neleem is pissed off at him, claiming he kept being sick from her and is not willing to believe his explanation that he didn’t tell her because it was no big deal. Paz looks at him like he’s some kind of monster that could explode at any moment and that boy will never call him buir again.
Liita is threatening to insert a tracker in Dez’ neck so she can follow him everywhere because he clearly needs a bodyguard as he keeps getting trounced. The other kids act like he’s a homicidal nikto and avoid him like the plague.
Dulcy has, for some reason, made it her mission in life to make sure Dez eats and she has a plain scary ability to pick up on it the second he gets a headache or feels nauseous and forces him to rest and drink this terrible herbal tea several times a day. And while all of this is bad, Davarax is worse.
He’d threatened Dez with his so-called friendship and he’d clearly meant it. It’s outright pathetic how the man tries to pretend that he doesn’t think he’s far better than Dez and that he wants him around. Too bad for Beskar Boy that Dez is too smart to fall for his charade.
As he is no weakling, Dez Vizla is up on his feet again to participate on the celebration of Paz’ Life Day. He had not been entirely convinced his son even wanted him there, but Liita said Paz did and she wouldn’t lie. It isn’t a comfortable experience, mostly because of his still healing wound but also due to the way the others look at him.
Dez is very comfortable being the centre of attention, usually he is deserving of it, but he viciously resents the concern and something dangerously close to pity he sees in their eyes. He heads back to his room after about thirty minutes. His stomach aches. His jaw hurts from clenching it so hard.
But Davarax follows him into the hallway and has the audacity to ask if something is wrong, acting like a worried parent, which makes red hot anger flare up Dez’ neck. He wants his pity least of all. It’s unbearable!
Throwing a punch, ignoring the pain as the sudden movement pulls at his wound, Dez aims for Davarax’ face and is quite surprised when his fist simply hits Davarax’ palm as he lifts his hand with frightful speed and blocks the attack with hardly any effort..
Davarax’ fingers curl around Dez’ fist and holds it there, all with a resigned and mildly chastising expression on his face. “That one is for free, Dez. Neleem says you do stuff like this because you got impulse issues like Raga and that you too need a little guidance when it comes to controlling yourself. So consider this your warning; try to hit me again and I will punch back. Understood?”
Glaring, Dez tries to tug his hand free but Davarax’ grip is too strong.
“Understood?” Davarax repeats patiently.
Tugging harder, still nothing, Dez seethes with humiliation. “Yes.” He grits out. “Understood.”
Davarax smiles and nods, pleased. “Excellent.” He lets go and gives Dez’ shoulder a light pat instead. “Is the wound giving you trouble?”
Dez lowers his hand, considers going for a second punch but decides against it. Davarax’ guard is up. He’d never land it. “I’m tired.” Dez turns his face away. “Tell Paz happy Life Day from me.” It would mean more to hear it from Davarax anyway.
“I will.” Davarax says, trying to sound like he’s sad about Dez leaving the gathering. “You want him to stop by later? I can ask him to-”
“No.” Dez figures the boy has stuff planned with Raga and his friends. It’s his Life Day, he shouldn’t be forced to deal with the mess of a father he has. Dez turns his back on Davarax and his stupid face and walks away.
Neleem enters the room a few minutes after Dez had kicked off his boots and gotten comfortable on the bed. She frowns, torn between her established irritation and now being worried. “You okay?”
Dez shrugs. His stomach churns. His wound aches. “I’ll live.” He hesitates. “You didn’t have to leave them to check up on me. I just… I couldn’t stay there. Paz jumps if I so much as coughs and Dulcy looks like she’s ready to do CPR on me whether I need it or not.”
Neleem’s lips tug a bit on a melancholy smile. “Yeah…” She walks over and sits down next to him. “Listen, would you mind if we stay for a little while? Maybe a week or two?”
Dez blinks. They were just meant to visit for Paz’ Life Day and then head back home. But clearly his fears about Neleem not being happy in the Covert were not unfounded. Dez feels a cold wave of nausea and it takes no small amount of will power to act unfazed. He even manages a smile of his own. “Sure.” He says. “Of course we can stay longer.”
-
Whenever someone in the Covert had brought a troubled child to him, Davarax figured time, patience and kindness would be the key to find out how to help them. In this case, he has little of the first, a lot of the second and Dez doesn’t respond well to the last. Davarax has no idea if he’s going to be able to undo the damage done to this grown man, but after Neleem told him how Dez had been willing to work on himself with her, he has decided to try.
But stars above, Dez is dead set on not making it easy for him.
“Hey, good morning, you want to grab breakfast and shoot some targets after?” Davarax asks as he pokes his head into the room the next morning.
Staring at him like Davarax has lost his mind, Dez shakes his head with a mix of disbelief and disgust. “No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Get out of my room.” Dez growls. “Before I use you for target practice.”
Okay, that didn’t work.
Later Davarax tries to approach him when Dez is working on getting the blood out of his armour. “Need a hand with that?”
Dez looks up at him, frowning with obvious confusion. “No. Why would I?” His eyes narrow with growing anger. “You think I don’t know how to clean my own karking armour?”
Davarax lifts his hands in mute surrender and walks away. Okay, that didn’t work either.
“Hey, you wanna-”
“No.”
Maybe a different tactic is needed…
Davarax sees Dez sending quick, pained glances over at his son whenever Paz is around and that gives him an idea. He arranges to have Paz and the others have a little play fighting tournament right outside the house and is pleased to see how that draws the ornery one out to observe.
“He’s a good fighter.” Davarax says, taking up position next to Dez to watch Paz and Din go at it. “You should be proud”
Dez grunts and crosses his arms, keeping his gaze on his son. “I am.”
This seems to work, until Dez interferes by shouting out orders and corrections to the youngsters, encouraging more force and mocking the losers, and the play fighting starts getting a little too intense. Davarax is just about to put an end to it when Raga, always the adrenaline junkie and eager to cross the line, ducks under Din’s half-hearted attack and puts all of her strength into it as she plants her fist deep in Din’s stomach.
The force and unexpectedness of it all has Din folding and grunting with pain. Raga takes a step back and throws both hands in the air with a gleeful cackle.
Dez laughs and applauds.
Davarax clenches his jaw and stalks forward. He gets there just in time as the furious Din gets up on his feet and is about to dive at Raga. Grabbing Din by the back of his shirt and holding him back, Davarax points a finger at Raga. “Ten laps around the property. Now.”
Raga huffs with offence. “What? Why?!”
“That was an actual punch and this is not an actual fight, Raga. You know the rules.” Davarax keeps his gaze steadily locked with hers. “Go.”
She lets out a frustrated hiss but sets off to do her laps. Din tries to follow her, still dead-set on payback, but Davarax yanks him back and then shoves him over at Corin and Paz. “Din, no. This ends here.” After that, he stalks over to Dez, who is glaring at him.
“Punishing your student for winning a fight?” Dez scoffs. “And you call yourself a Mandalorian?”
“They know the rules during training and they know the consequences if they break them.” Davarax will not let Dez turn his kids against each other. He does NOT get to ruin what it has taken years to build. “And as you lit the fuse, I really should make you run those laps with her.”
Dez’ eyes narrow and flash with anger. “I don’t take orders from you.”
When Dez’ fist comes at him, Davarax smacks it aside and delivers a lightning-quick punch of his own. As Dez stumbles back a step and cups his now bleeding nose, Davarax lets out a strained exhale to control his own temper. “I warned you.” He turns towards the nervous gathering of youngsters. “No more fights. We’re done. Separate corners everyone. Understood?”
“Understood.” Their voices echo back.
Davarax feels Dez’ scowl on him and turns back to face him again. “Understood?”
“Understood.” Dez snarls, but the fire in his eyes tells Davarax the fight between them is far from over.
-
“I don’t think I can do it.” Davarax admits that evening, hating to accept defeat but struggling to see any way he can get through to Dez. Not in a couple of weeks. This could take decades. Anything he says, Dez turns it into some kind of insult. Anything he does, Dez turns it into Davarax patronizing him. “I thought I could, but…”
Dulcy hands him his cup before settling on the sofa with her legs curled up under her and her hip against his. It’s a rare quiet moment with just the two of them there. “But?”
“He hates me.” Davarax shakes his head. “Maybe he’s right to. I don’t know. All these years and I never picked up on him struggling. I just thought he was a jerk. I should have done something, instead I just avoided him like a coward.” He gives a faint gesture with his free hand. “And now that I want to help, he won’t let me and I don’t blame him.”
Dulcy leans her forehead to his shoulder and hums. “The fact that you think like this is a big part of why I love you so much, you big lug.” She then kisses his shoulder and straightens to look at Davarax’ face. “You’re completely wrong, obviously, but I love you for thinking that. It just proves that you are a good man.”
“And I love you for trying to make me feel better by saying that. You’re completely wrong, obviously, but I love you for it.” Davarax counters with a faint smile and a soft kiss on her lips.
Dulcy leans in for a second kiss. “I’m never wrong when it comes to you.” She settles next to him again. “And I wasn’t wrong when I said you two need to talk it out. His issues are not your fault, but if you want to help him, you need to get him talking.”
There is a moment of silence before Davarax quietly blurts out something he’d meant to keep a secret. “He was crying.”
“What?” Dulcy sits up, startled, and stares wide eyed at him. “When? Why?”
Squirming, feeling guilty for telling, Davarax clears his throat. “After the fight in the town. He yelled at Paz and I was going to yell at him and… he was crying.” He shakes his head, still struggling to believe what he’d seen was real. “I’ve never seen him cry before. Never. I didn’t even think he was capable of being sad. Anyway, he wouldn’t tell me why he was so upset so I asked Paz about the yelling and he said Dez got angry because he called him buir. Paz thinks Dez found it childish, but I don’t think so.”
“No…” Dulcy mumbles, all pained empathy. “No, that wasn’t anger.” She bites her lower lip and shifts her gaze over in the general direction of Dez and Neleem’s room. “He doesn’t hate you. Neleem told me so. We just need to find some way to crack that cold, unfeeling act of his.”
Davarax sips at his cup. “I’m open for suggestions. After I punched him in the face, I can’t get near him. If I walk into a room, he’s leaving within ten to fifteen seconds. Aside from rolling him up in a blanket like an angry loth cat, I don’t see how I can prevent him from running away.”
“What if…” Dulcy purses her lips a little as she thinks. “What if you suddenly need a little help with some repairs on the shed? We know he’s good at repairing houses and such.”
Frowning, Davarax looks over at her. “How on Mandalore are you going to get him to agree to that?”
Dulcy grins.
-
Dez sits on the bed, uncharacteristically passive, while Neleem gingerly peels off the bacta bandage from his stomach. There are no signs of blood on the white patch and she brushes her fingertips over his skin where there is now only a faint scar.
“How does it feel?” She asks.
Honestly? Good. Dez is more than capable of taking care of his own wounds. He doesn’t need help taking off a bacta patch or a check up on the healing progress, but there is something about her gentle touch that just makes him feel calm and pliant. “It’s fine.” Dez mumbles.
How pathetic is it that he’s hoarding every touch and every smile she’s willing to send his way before he’ll have to go back to the Covert alone?
“That’s good.” Neleem says, sounding pleased and a bit relieved. She then runs her hand through his hair, as if giving him a reward for having a body that heals as it is meant to, and even smiles as a little at Dez catching himself leaning into her touch and the following frown on his face.
“But maybe you should rest a little more.” Neleem adds, her fingers touching his chin. “Just to be safe?”
Dez scoffs. “I don’t need more rest. I feel fine.” He’s no weakling. “The wound is healed.”
Neleem hums. “So you could handle a little… physical strain?”
Instantly intrigued by the tone of her voice and the choice of words, Dez goes from annoyed to alert within a single heart-beat. “Yeah. Definitely.” He is further encouraged by the smile on her lips at his reply. Dez reaches out and takes a light hold of her hip, encouraging Neleem closer. “I wouldn’t mind working up a sweat.”
“Is that so?” Neleem mumbles with a smug grin, indulging him by moving closer. She trails a promising caress along his jawline. “Are you sure? Because I don’t want you to tear up your wound again.”
Dez shakes his head eagerly. “It’s fine. I swear. That bacta took care of it. I’m perfectly capable of some… physical strain.”
“That’s good.” Neleem purrs, leaning down to give him a soft kiss, before she pats his shoulder and straightens back up, all business. “Because Davarax needs help with the roof of that shed and I said I’d ask you to help out if your wound was healed. You are good with roofs, I saw that myself. You will help him won’t you?”
Dez stares at her with utter disbelief.
Neleem smiles back at him.
Dez scowls. “You tricked me.” He has blamed his wound bothering him every time he’s retreated to their room to escape Davarax and now he can’t use that excuse.
“You mean you can’t fix the shed?” Neleem asks, tilting her head in such an innocent manner it screams shameless guilt.
Of course Dez Vizla can fix a damn shed! He just doesn’t want to. Not if Davarax is going to be there. “I can, but-”
“Excellent.” Neleem cuts him off. “Davarax is waiting outside. I’ll tell him you’ll be right out.”
Ten minutes later, a seething Dez finds himself stalking outside, where Davarax is leaning against the wall with arms crossed and appears to be half asleep. “Don’t talk to me.” Dez growls as he marches by him. “I’ll fix the shed, you shut up and stay out of my way.”
Sighing, Davarax follows him without a word.
It doesn’t take much of an inspection of the shed for Dez’ suspicions to be confirmed; Davarax is far from as hopeless with repairs and buildings as Dulcy and Neleem has made him out to be. Of course. Gods forbid the man be bad at something. He’s not as good as Dez, few are, but he’d be perfectly capable of fixing the roof on Neleem’s school and he’s more than able to put together a stupid shed. This reeks of bad plotting.
Dez jumps down from the roof of the shed and lands next to the obediently quiet Davarax. Wiping his hands on his hips, Dez shakes his head. “This is stupid. You don’t need any help with this. I’m going back to my room.”
“Wait.” Davarax blurts out.
“No.” Dez flings out a hand, almost shoving his palm into Davarax’ stupid face. He does not want to hear a single stupid word from his stupid mouth. “Shut up.” But to his surprise, Davarax grabs his wrist and yanks his hand down.
“Stop acting like a bratty man-child.” Davarax snaps. As if Dez is the problem.
Dez blinks. Then he flies at Davarax with every intention of beating him to a bloody pulp.
-
“Get off me!” Dez shouts, lying on his stomach, struggling to free himself and so furious he’s barely able to form words. “GET OFF ME!”
“No.” Davarax grits out, putting all of his weight forward to dig his knees deeper into Dez’ lower back and holds Dez’ right arm twisted behind said back. He sounds pretty angry too, which is probably due to the hits Dez had managed to land on his ribs and his jaw. Good.
Dez draws a deep breath, about to launch into an alphabetical list of physical harm he’s going to do to Davarax if he doesn’t let him go, but that is when the obnoxious man has the audacity to use his other hand to grab Dez’ neck, push his head down, pressing his cheek against the too dry grass, and forces him still.
“Stop trying to punch me, you idiot.” Davarax orders. As if he is allowed to order Dez Vizla around.
“How about I shoot you instead?” Dez spits.
Davarax lets out a frustrated shout that sounds like music to Dez’ ears. “Why?”
Dez snorts in utter disbelief before he bellows out; “You stole my son!”
That brings several long seconds of silence, where neither man move and the words just hover uncomfortably in the air until Davarax is the one to speak first.
“I didn’t steal him, Dez.” His words are quiet and his grip on Dez’ neck softens. “You drove him away.” His fingers move to simply rest on Dez’ skin, like a comforting touch. “And you know that.”
This time when Dez bucks, Davarax shifts off him and slides over to sit next to him while he scrambles up into a sitting position as well. Breathing strained, Dez has to clench his hands to keep himself from punching him again. “I was trying to keep him alive! He was my boy and I wasn’t going to bury him like so many other Mandalorian parents. Not my son. I made him strong.”
“You were pushing him too hard.” Davarax says, in a disgustingly kind tone. “He was a child.”
Dez gets up on his feet, still breathing hard and now also shaking. “In this Galaxy, children die all the time if they aren’t strong enough.” He wipes the back of his hand over his cheek, brushing away imaginary grass. “My father pushed me worse. You remember. I never hurt Paz like that.”
Davarax’ eyes flicker away for a second, as if he’s feeling guilty, then he glances back up at Dez. “I remember.” He clears his throat. “But you were too hard on him. Paz grew up thinking you didn’t love him. That he was a disappointment to you. He needed someone to care.”
Dez’ entire body goes cold. “Why would he think that?” It doesn’t make sense.
“All he ever heard from the infamous Dez Vizla was that he needed to do better. He was never good enough. A kid needs to hear...” Davarax hesitates. “Didn’t your father tell you he loved you?”
“No.” Dez can’t picture Borr saying anything remotely as sentimental as that. He was not the kind of man who loved anything but a good battle. “But I think you’ve been spending too much time with Dulcy. It’s just words. She might love to talk, but we Mandalorians don’t need words.”
Davarax studies him for a moment. “I think we need to get better with them. Both Dulcy and Neleem keeps saying it; words have power. And I agree. They do. Even a simple word like buir.”
Dez feels the word like an elbow to the face and at this moment, he really does hate Davarax. “I should have let that guy shoot you. I won’t make that mistake again.” Stalking away, Dez’ heart is beating so loud and so fast that it basically drowns out Davarax calling out his name.
-
Even after he’s back in the safety of his room, Dez is unable to calm down. He paces the floor and grits his teeth like an agitated barghest. A headache is threatening to settle in and that doesn’t improve his mood further.
Paz thinking he doesn’t love him? How is that possible? HOW? He had been tough on the boy, yeah, but never cruel like Borr was. Dez knows his parenting hasn’t been flawless, but he had never been cruel, dammit! ...Had he?
The door to the room slides open and Dez spins around, ready to draw his blaster and actually shoot at Davarax if the man is stupid enough to follow him in here.
It’s Neleem. And she doesn’t look pleased. Probably regretting ever getting involved with him.
Exhaling, Dez turns away. “He started it.”
“I doubt that.” Neleem mutters and walks over to stand behind him. “Talk to me, Dez. You’ve been wound up from the moment we got to the Covert and ever since we arrived here, you’ve been downright angry. What’s bothering you?”
Talk, talk, talk… What is it with these people and their talking? Dez grunts annoyed. “Nothing.”
“It’s clearly something.” Neleem insists, placing her hand on his arm. “Why won’t you let me help you?”
“Because it’s pointless.” Dez grits out, staring at the floor. His headache is growing worse.
“Pointless?” Neleem sounds puzzled, as if she doesn’t realize that he already knows that he’ll be going back to the Covert alone. And maybe that’s a good thing? Dez should be alone.
His son had actually believed that Dez didn’t love him, Liita deserves better than to trade her lonely life on the red planet for a lonely life with him, Neleem doesn’t want to live underground while Dez has no choice, and Davarax wins at life, these are just facts. No amount of talk will change that.
“Yeah. Pointless.” Dez confirms He puts on his most arrogant tone. He is a Vizla, he doesn’t need anyone. Not her. Not Paz. No one. It’s better to end it now. “It’s not your problem.”
“How is you acting like a goon not my problem?” Neleem fires back with sharp words.
“Because you are going to leave me too!” Dez shouts in a mess of anger and hurt, and he spins around to face her.
That’s a mistake. A huge mistake. Turning around means seeing the startled surprise on her beautiful face and be reminded of just how much he’d grown to adore that face of hers. Dez could draw every single marking she has on her skin by memory alone. He knows the taste of the skin under her jawline and how she will make this cutest little snort if she breaks into a proper belly-laugh. He knows how soft her lekkus are and how strong her will can be. He knows her calm. He knows his heart will never recover from losing her.
“Dez, I…” Neleem stutters.
Dez closes his eyes. His mother died when he was too young to remember her. His father got a fever and disappeared during a dark night. Cedia went to war and never came back. Pre lost his mind and didn’t come back either. Skade didn’t bother telling him she was going to leave and ended their marriage with a holo-message. Paz, his only child, also disappeared without warning and left behind nothing but a holo-message telling Dez he’d gone with Davarax and Dulcy. Everyone always leave Dez Vizla. In the end, they all leave. Always.
“Dez.” Neleem sounds close to pleading. “Dez, look at me.”
Dez shakes his head. “Don’t. I’m too tired to play games today.” He’s tired of trying and failing all the time. He’s tired of being angry. He’s tired of hurting. He’s tired of trying to watch over his clan and have them fight him every step of the way. He’s tired of craving peace but never being allowed it.
“Dez.” Neleem’s voice is a little stronger, more determined, but now Dez feels, to his horror, that his tightly shut eyes are burning with incoming tears.
No. No way. He will not appear this pathetically weak in front of her. Dez will shoot himself in the head before he’ll let that happen.
But when he moves to turn away, Neleem grabs a hold of his face with both hands and yanks him back, startling his eyes open, and she stares at him with tears of her own while she gives a faint shake of her head.
“I’m not going to leave you, Dez.”
“You can stay here.” Dez whispers, wanting to turn away but can’t make himself break eye contact with her. “You can stay here with Dulcy and Davarax. Help out with the kids. They’ll be thrilled. I’ll just pack my stuff and head back to the Covert. Look after Liita for me?”
“You’re not listening, Dez.” Neleem says, running her thumbs along his cheekbones and smiling a little through her sadness. “You’re stuck with me, buddy.”
She can’t mean that. She can’t. But… Oh, his heart aches.
Wanting to believe but seeing no reason why she’d want to put up with more of his shitty behaviour, Dez leans forward and cautiously seeks her lips with his. Her soft warmth is endlessly sweet and feels so very soothing and so he lets the one gentle kiss turn into two and soon three.
The anger and dread goes away when Neleem leans against him and his arms goes around her. It ignites some kind of hopeless, fragile need for more. he needs to get closer. As close as he can get.
And to his soul-crushing relief; she welcomes him.
-
Neleem pushes her head back into the pillow and tries to breathe as her eyes flutter close while Dez’ mouth works its way down her throat. Her entire body feels like liquid fire. A heavy, drugging heat, different from the kind of heedless heat they usually experience during intimate moments like these.
There is no rush, this is slow, unhurried and lingering. Carnal pleasure seems almost like an afterthought to him as he barely moves on top of her, there is only the occasional roll of his hips that has him let out a trembling sigh and her muscles quake with longing, as Dez is entirely focused on covering her skin with soft kisses and caresses to an almost obsessive degree.
He spends a small eternity just mapping his way from her left shoulder to her right. He mouths at her shoulders, measures the roundness of her hips in his palms, nuzzles her neck and kisses her forehead before placing his own against it. He barely allows air between them.
There is so much affection in the softness of his lips and his touch, it brings tears back to her eyes.
Neleem had once overheard a couple of human girls talk about ‘making love’ and once she’d discovered what the term meant, she found it a bit hilarious and overly romanticized. Now, Neleem realizes, ‘this’ is what they meant. She never knew it could be like this. She had no idea.
Dez’ fingers braid with hers and he gives them a light squeeze as he slides his lips up her throat until he reaches her chin and she stops pushing into the pillow to lower her face and meet him a warm kiss. He doesn’t deepen it, just savours the push and give of their lips together, how they match to perfection, how every sensitive nerve between them is glowing with soft delight.
He has to release one of her hands when Dez decides he has to trail fingertips along her jawline, constantly planting soft little kisses on her lips, and Neleem absently runs her free hand down his back. The soft warmth of his skin makes every single one of his many scars seem like a crime. She wants to wrap herself around him and never let anyone hurt him again.
She lifts her hand to slide it up his neck and into that glorious mess of curls, pushing him into a couple of firmer kisses before leaning back into the pillow again and making him open his eyes to look into hers. He looks dazed, a bit drunk like her, but also still a little tense, as if he can’t quite trust that she doesn’t want their relationship to end. He looks like he thinks he’s on borrowed time.
Running her hand through his hair a couple of times, a soothing touch, she then cups the side of his face and states the obvious; “I love you.” This beautiful, stubborn, difficult, damaged and surprisingly kind human.
Dez stares like she’d just stabbed him. He’s gone completely still. He’s barely breathing.
Neleem lets him process the words while she is the one to explore his facial features with her fingertips.
“Say it again.” Dez says after a long silence.
Smiling a little, Neleem has no trouble obliging. She cups the side of his face again. “I love you.”
Being so close, she can feel the shudder running through his body.
“Again.” Dez whispers.
Now outright grinning, Neleem obliges once more. “I love you.”
Exhaling, Dez ducks down to plant a kiss between her neck and shoulder. “Again. Say it again.”
“I love you.”
His arms go around her and he squeezes her tight, as if he never wants to let her go. “Again.”
He sounds like he’s in pain. Neleem’s heart aches. “I love you.”
He moves up to kiss her lips with a taste of being lost. “Again.” Dez pleads against her mouth.
Neleem doesn’t hesitate. “I love you.” She says and feels his hand trail fingers by her temple. “I love you, Dez.”
Breathing something in what she can only guess is Mando’a and can’t understand, Dez kisses her again. Her mouth, her neck, her lekku, her hand, he can’t stop kissing her. And he keeps asking; “Say it again?”
Eventually he doesn’t even need to ask, Neleem continues to repeat the words. She runs her hands over his skin, draws her fingers through his hair, moves under him until he can’t resist and it all becomes a sweaty haze of raw emotion and growing need. “I love you.” Neleem breathes, eyes closed and fingers digging into his skin as he clings to her. “I love you.”
-
The silence in the room is almost deafening after the chaos that had been screaming in his head not too long ago. Dez is half-sitting in bed, propped up by pillows, and has his arm around Neleem, who is curled up against him, resting her head on his stomach and brushing light caresses on his hip with her thumb.
She loves him.
Her voice is still echoing in his head. Those words… Dangerous words. Addictive words. No one has ever told him they love him before. Not in actual words.
He’d come to accept that he wasn’t a person others loved. He thought Skade did, he was young and naive then, but she didn’t. No one did. No one but his son. Until he lost him, that is. Wasn’t that proof that Dez Vizla was unlovable?
‘I love you’.
Words have power, Neleem had said that once. And now Beskar Boy too. Dez has always been told words are for weaklings. Vizlas act, they don’t talk.
Leaning back, thumping his head lightly against the headboard, once, twice, Dez exhales. He doesn’t know what to do. He wants to be better, but he keeps messing up. His stomach starts to burn and ache, bringing a wave of nausea too.
“You okay?” Neleem asks, looking up at him.
Dez meets her gaze and her words flutter through his brain. It makes his heart do a weird flip in his chest. He wants to hear her say those words again. He wants to die for her. “I love you too.”
Neleem’s beautiful face lights up and she leans up to give him a soft kiss.
Once again the tension and unease fades away when she’s close and when she returns to resting against him, Dez leans back again and with a clear mind, thinks about his future.
He can’t have everything he wants. That’s just not possible. He’s going to have to choose.
The very next day, Dez Vizla decides to first do the thing he least wants to do. It takes all of his will-power and he fears he might regret it, but he forces himself to do it anyway.
“I…” Dez has to try again. “I’m sorry. About yesterday.”
Davarax is half-hidden behind the shed, working on something there, and stares at Dez like he has grown a second head over night. There is an almost impressive bruise blooming on his jaw. “What?”
“I said,” Dez says, “I’m sorry about yesterday.”
There is a moment of hesitation and then Davarax steps forward to fully face him. “That’s...what I thought you said.” He looks like he can’t decide whether to be scared or curious. “What’s going on?”
Dez shrugs, looks away and then rolls his shoulder a little awkwardly. “I’m apologizing, you idiot.”
“Yeah, I can hear that.” Davarax replies, snorting a laugh. “I thought you said apologies were pointless?”
He should have known Davarax wouldn’t make this easy for him. That man always has to rub Dez’ nose into everything unpleasant. “Forget it.” Dez growls and turns to leave.
“Wait.” Davarax runs over and gets in his way, preventing him from leaving. “Wait-wait-wait.”
Dez sighs and settles to wait for whatever he wants to say.
“Nice to hear you’re the one sighing for once.” Davarax grins, as if his words make any sense. Then he reaches out a hand. “Apology accepted, vod.”
It can’t be this easy. It can’t. Still, Dez sees little choice but to take his hands and shake it. He only realizes he’s entered a trap when Davarax doesn’t let go. And the grin on his face is pure evil.
“I told you we were going to become friends, didn’t I?” Davarax says with utter glee.
Dez glares. “I said nothing about becoming friends.” He tries to tug his hand free. “Let go.”
In all fairness, Davarax does let go, but only after he’s yanked Dez forward and engulfs him in an embrace instead.
Dez snarls and starts squirming and pushing at him. “What do you think you’re doing? Let go of me, you-”
“I’m sorry too.” Davarax whispers.
Dez freezes. What does he have to be sorry for?
“I didn’t realize those injuries came from your father.” Davarax confesses. “I didn’t realize Pre was making your life miserable too. And I failed entirely to see how much you needed a friend.”
Dez swallows. His stomach rolls uneasily. “Calm your saviour complex. I outlived my father and Pre both, didn’t I? A-and it wasn’t like I didn’t have any friends, you weirdo.” So what if they were Vizlas and obliged to be on good terms with him? “Besides, that was ages ago. I don’t even think about it any more. You shouldn’t either.”
Davarax’ embrace tightens a bit and Dez is about to start fighting anew to be released when the man speaks again.
“If it’s okay,” Davarax’ voice is low, strangely uncertain, “I’d like to help you reconnect with Paz.”
-I don’t need you karking help! Dez’ pride sneers. But the sad fact is, even with Liita and Neleem to help him, Dez still manages to mess things up. He has to face that he needs all the help he can get. Why not let Beskar Boy do some good for him for once. Dez clears his throat. “That would be… Yeah… Thanks.” The things he will do, the depths he will sink to, for his son.
Bizarrely enough, this makes Davarax do that weird laughter-huff of his and he really curls around him in an engulfing hug, like Dez is his best friend that he hasn’t seen in years. It’s warm, comforting and kind of… nice.
Dez nearly rolls his eyes, of course even Davarax’ hugs are as ‘perfect’ as the man himself, but he can’t quite get himself to break free. It’s too tempting to give in. Maybe just a little. Dez can count on one hand the hugs he’s gotten in his life, not including the ones Paz had happily handed out during his youngest years. Besides, it’s not like anyone will know. So Dez relaxes a little and lifts a hand to put it on Davarax’ back.
“Do you two need some privacy, or…?”
Dez’ gaze snaps over and sees Raga watching them with her arms crossed and a huge grin on her face. Behind her, Paz is all slack-jawed disbelief.
Instantly shoving and cursing at Davarax, Dez frees himself and flees towards the house.
-
“You call that welding?” Liita scoffs. The sun is setting but neither are willing to stop working.
“There is nothing wrong with my welding.” Dez replies with calm confidence. The bratty girl is never satisfied with any welding she doesn’t do herself, but this is his ship, dank farrik, and if he wants to work on it as well, he can. He is currently fusing two outer panels by the ship’s nose, which is important work that needed to be done and not him hiding from Davarax at all, and Liita will just have to deal.
“It’s cold.” Liita complains.
“I told you to bring a jacket.” Dez reminds her, focused on his welding.
“How was I supposed to know you were right?” Liita huffs. “Most of the things you say are wrong.”
Dez sends her a sour glare. “I’m almost always right. And if you had listened to me, you wouldn’t be freezing right now, would you? You’ve only got yourself to blame, kid.”
“You got this one thing right. Let’s not have it go to your head.” Liita mutters, stepping in front of him. “I’m cold!”
Dez turns his attention back to the welding. “So what do you want me to do about it? Summon a sun? I’m flattered that you think I have such abilities, but I’m just a humble Mandalorian.”
Liita rolls her eyes with a frustrated huff and promptly tugs the zipper on his jacket halfway down. She then, with complete lack of the expected fear and awe one should have for Dez Vizla, ducks down, wiggles her way up under his jacket and eventually ends up standing with her back to his stomach and her sullen face poking out from his jacket to continue observing his work.
“You seriously don’t know how to weld a friction seam.” Liita mutters.
Dez carries on welding. “Shut up. My welding is fine.”
Liita does not shut up. She keeps nitpicking. And he keeps giving her orders she bluntly ignores.
It’s the nicest and most relaxing evening Dez has had in a long while.
“Dez.” Davarax’ voice shatters Dez’ tranquillity.
Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, Dez needs a moment before he turns off the welder and prepares to face Beskar Boy again. He turns and a sour comment dies on his lips when he sees Davarax is not alone.
Paz is standing next to him.
“Paz.” Dez says, stupidly, and feels a flare of anger at himself for sounding so stupid, especially as his son responds with a faint nod and a puzzled look.
Luckily stupid is what Davarax does best and he does that stupid laughter-huff of his and beams with badly hidden amusement. “Hi, Liita.”
“Hey.” She grumps from where she’s peering out of Dez’ jacket.
Oh.
Grinning, clearly finding the scene hilarious, Davarax nods in Paz’ direction. “Mind if we borrow Dez for a bit? Paz needs a word with him.”
Liita sighs, then ducks down and wiggles out of Dez’ jacket to wander forward to face Davarax. She looks up at him with a stern look. “Okay, let’s go back to the house.”
Davarax hesitates, glancing briefly over at Paz. “I, uh… I was thinking maybe I should… stay?”
Of course. Dez feels a spark of anger in his gut and his shoulders tenses up. He gets why, he’s messed up so many times that he should probably be happy that Beskar Boy can supervise, but...
“No.” Liita reaches out, puts her hands against Davarax’ stomach and forces him to start backing up. “Dez got this. Let’s go.”
The anger is knocked right out of Dez at her words. That girl...
Still backing up, Davarax looks over at Paz again, sees him nod and nods back before he shifts to walk next to Liita instead of being pushed along.
“I’m cold.” Liita declares. “Give me your jacket.”
Davarax gives her his jacket. (Of course he does.)
There is an awkward silence after Liita and Davarax’ departure but eventually Dez puts the cooling machine on the ground, no more welding tonight, and he brushes his hands together in what he’d die before admitting is a nervous move. “So, uh… What did Davarax tell you?”
Paz doesn’t look as scared as before, but his walls are up and he’s eyeing Dez cautiously. “He said… you wanted to apologize for yelling on the ship. That you weren’t mad at me.”
Dez shifts his weight and clears his throat. “I… I’m guessing you’re getting really tired of hearing me apologizing after messing up all the time, huh?”
Paz looks down at the ground and doesn’t reply. He clearly doesn’t know what to say. Either he really is sick of Dez’ apologies or he’s worried what will happen if he admits Dez had messed up.
Dez takes a step closer to his son, reaching out and almost touching his arm before catching himself and lowering his hand again. “Listen, on the ship, that was me being stupid again. Not you. Never you.” Words have power, he reminds himself. “You know I’m proud of you, right?”
Paz’ gaze snaps up to meet his. He looks shocked, so clearly this is news to him.
Dez’ stomach churns and pained guilt floods his veins. “I am. I’ve always been.” He tries to smile and fails. “Remember I told you that your mother made me happy by giving me you? You’ve always been the one good thing in my life. Possibly the only good thing in my life.”
Paz draws a shivering breath and despite the years that have gone by, he suddenly looks like the lost little boy Dez remembers.
“I’m so sorry for the way I treated you.” Dez whispers with pained intensity. “I’m so sorry. I know it doesn’t change anything, it doesn’t excuse me in any way, but I thought it was the best way to make you strong, to keep you alive in a Galaxy that kills everything it can. I was wrong. I should have told you, I should have explained, I should have… done better. I was cruel to you. I’m sorry. You don’t have to say anything, I just wanted to say I know I was wrong and I’m sorry.”
Paz swallows hard and looks away. “I…”
“You don’t have to say anything.” Dez reassures him, and now his stomach aches so much it feels like he’s been stabbed all over again. He walks away, heading back to the house, aiming to give Paz some space and prevent himself from embarrassing himself even more.
“Can I…” Paz’ voice calls out after him. “Can I still call you buir?”
Freezing in his tracks, Dez blinks frantically to clear his eyes off the karking burning sensation again(!) before he can look back at his son. He actually manages to smile this time, feels light-headed with relief. “It would be an honour to me if you did.”
Paz exhales and smiles as well, and in three long strides he’s over by his father and folds into his embrace.
Hugging him tight, Dez doesn’t care that Paz is taller than him by now, every bit as muscular as himself if not more, he’ll always be his baby boy.
He’s not Dez. He’s not Pre. He’s not Borr or Tor or any other Vizla. He’s Paz and he’s perfect.
-
The mood in the house seems to change after that. It’s like everyone dares to relax, to laugh and go about their business without keeping a cautious eye on Dez. Paz even seeks him out for company and with him comes Raga, who is just an utter delight with her strength and rebellious nature. The Saxons are all amazing. Dez has always found the Saxons great fun to be around.
Then there is Corin, who has always been friendly, but now he starts asking Dez endless odd questions and stares non-stop at him when he thinks Dez won’t notice. He looks more at Dez than his own boyfriend. It’s awkward until Dulcy reluctantly tells Dez of the monster that was Corin’s biological father and Dez tenses up when he hears about a temper similar to his own, but it certainly explains why Corin is mesmerized; Macero Valentis would rather have died than apologize to his son or changed a single thing about his own behaviour. It’s weak of Dez, but after that he answers his every question and lets him stare.
Two who still do not approve of Dez are Din and Zev’sonya. Din shows Dez wary suspicion and she gives him rude indifference. But they are kids and are not worthy of Dez’ time, so he more or less ignores them.
The one who surprises Dez is Mose. Again. He hasn’t spent much time with him before, but once Dez does, he discovers that the Hutt is certainly nothing like he thought he’d be. He hasn’t forgotten that Mose saved Paz’ life during the Imp attack, putting him on his good side, but discovering that the Hutt is first in line to look after Davarax and Dulcy’s girl is most unexpected.
“I would have thought you’d be more interested in eating her.” Dez comments with a wry smile as he watches Mose wipe Nemi’s messy hands clean with a rag. “Hutts don’t babysit kids.”
“Know many Hutts, do you?” Mose mumbles with a touch of defiance.
Raising his eyebrows, Dez snorts a laugh. “You got me there.” He tilts his head and studies the gentle movements as Mose cleans the girl’s tiny hands with his huge ones. “But I think you’re a bit different from the rest, aren’t you?”
Mose frowns just a little. “So? It’s not wrong. Just because everyone expect you to be something, it doesn’t mean you have to become it.”
That brings another laugh from Dez. All of his worries and heavy thoughts haunting him day and night, and a Hutt puts things into the simplest way possible and gives him the answer he’s been searching for. “Mose,” Dez moves over and pats his shoulder, “don’t change, my friend. You’re more honourable and more clever than most humans I’ve met.” He can feel the stunned Hutt watching him as he walks away.
That evening, Dulcy has put together a feast, clearly influenced by the lighter mood in the house and eager to gather even more smiles. Dez doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s silly to put so much effort into something that isn’t a big deal, but he’s happy to join in and devour good food. It’s almost worth having to sit next to Davarax and listen to his voice. He even allows Davarax’ hand to linger on his shoulder while he goes on about some project he wants Dez’ opinion on.
Suddenly a shadow falls over them and he looks up to see Dulcy hovering in front of the table, biting her lower lip and radiating delight.
“What?” Dez asks through a mouthful, wary of this scheming mastermind.
“I’m just…” Dulcy gestures towards them. “I mean, Dav has me and the kids and it’s all good, but… he must have missed having a grown Mandalorian friend to hang out with.”
Dez blinks. Then he reaches up to gingerly peel Davarax’ hand off his shoulder. “No. No-no-no. No, we?” A quick pointing back and forth between him and Davarax. “We are not friends.”
Davarax grins. His arm goes around Dez’ shoulders and he yanks him close to squeeze him tight. “We are best friends.”
“Let go of me, you clown.” Dez snarls, trying to break free and failing. The man is freakishly strong. And why are his arms so long. He’s like a squid. A freakishly strong squid. “Let go!”
“No way, buddy.”
“LET GO!”
Dulcy giggles
Neleem giggles.
Pas and the others merely stare with disbelief.
-
It’s late, usually Dez is asleep at this hour, when they crawl into bed and Neleem wiggles close to him with a happy sigh. She pets his stomach with a cheerful hum. “How is this doing?”
“Growing, due to the rate I’m fed here and how lazy I’m getting.” Dez replies. It’s probably true.
Neleem snorts. “Relax, Vizla, you are just as slim and buff as always. And I’m being serious. Don’t make me get the medical scanner.”
Groaning, Dez flips her over on her side and slides close to her back, wrapping an arm tight around her waist to hold her there and to prevent her from getting the scanner. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s just a gut ache. It’s no big deal.” He can feel her draw a sharp breath to object and cuts her off. “I feel better than I have in ages, cyar’ika. Relax.”
“I’d relax if you’d let me scan you.” Neleem declares, squirming and pushing at his arm to free herself. “I swear, Dez, if you’re feeling worse and hiding it from me, I will-”
“I’m not hiding anything from you. I give you my word.” Dez has to give up holding her in place, she is determined to free herself, and flops over on his back again as she turns and crawls halfway on top of him, glaring. “For the love of… it’s just a gut ache.”
“That ‘gut ache’?” Neleem jabs a finger in his stomach, making him flinch and grunt. “It could actually kill you. Do you understand? It will continue to make you sick, poison you from the inside and then, in agonizing pain, you will die.”
Dez smiles, just a tiny smile, a smile far softer than most that grace his face, and he shakes his head while reaching out to trail a gentle finger down one of her lekkus. “I’m not going to die.” He moves his touch to her lips. “Why would I die when I finally have reasons to stay alive?”
“I need you to take this seriously.” Neleem’s voice tremble. “Please. If you keep going like this, it will kill you.”
Maybe Dez should find it insulting that she seems to think him weak, that she thinks she can order him around, but he doesn’t. She’s worried. And all he cares about right now is easing her worries.
Dez tells her his plans.
Neleem’s face is a mixture of cautious hope and, surprisingly, a little regret. “Are you sure…?”
“I am.” Thanks to Mose. “I’ve been thinking about it for a very, very long time. I’m sure.”
The next day he tells the others when they are gathered for breakfast in the kitchen. Paz looks like he’s about to faint, Dulcy gets so startled that she has to sit down and Davarax so shocked that he has to stand up.
Dez feels Neleem, sitting next to him, finding his hand under the table and squeezing it. He is a little puzzled as to why she does it, but it’s appreciated nonetheless. She seems more nervous about his decision than he is. Truth be told, he’s just ready to get it over with. “I’ll travel back to the Covert today.”
“You are really going to go back like… that?” Paz asks.
Dez nods. He’s not wearing his helmet or his armour. He’s dressed like any other traveller.
“I’ll come with you.” Davarax says, adding more shock to the situation.
Not expecting that, Dez frowns. “They may not let you in.”
“They will if you tell them to.” Davarax says, trying to smile and not entirely succeeding. A sore point, then. Beskar Boy, always the popular one, it must hurt for him to know he’s not welcome.
“I’ll be an outcast too the second they see me. Why do you think they’ll listen to anything I say?” Dez mutters.
“Because they like me,” Davarax replies, “but they respect you.”
They respect Davarax fine. They always have. But there is the chance that his defeat and absence these years may have weakened his grip on their hearts and minds. Still Dez isn’t keen on the idea. “Why would you want to come with me?”
“If your grand plan of bringing as many as possible out from underground is to work, well…” Now Davarax manages to smile and his eyes glitter with amusement. “They respect you, as I said, but they really like me.”
“You’ll be going against your sister.”
“No. I’ll just be helping to move out the ones who are already unhappy and giving her trouble.”
“I’ll come too.” Paz declares in a rush.
“Me as well.” Raga shoots in.
“And me!” Corin blurts out. Din glares at him.
Dulcy waves her hand and quiets them all. She then exhales a long breath before she focuses on the stunned Dez. “It certainly looks like you won’t be going alone, Dez Vizla.”
-
All his life, Dez has been reminded of the fact that he is a Vizla. All his life he was expected to be the strongest, the fiercest and an undisputed leader, and all of his life he’s tried to live up to that. He raised his son to think like that too. The Vizla blood runs thick in their veins.
- Just because everyone expect you to be something, it doesn’t mean you have to become it.
Everyone expected him to lead the clan after Pre died and it had never occurred to Dez to say no. After that, every soul in the clan brought their problems to Dez and it never occurred to him not to care. They were his people and his responsibility.
When the ship lands outside the Covert, Dez feels the first jab of nerves. He has decided and he’s not going to change his mind, but he’s bound to disappoint a lot of his followers with his decision to take off his helmet and leave and Dez hates that. They’ve all been so loyal to him.
Dez steps off the ship, leaving Liita in the cockpit, and he is followed by Davarax, Neleem and Paz. Raga, Corin and Din are ordered to wait in the cargo hold until their return.
As expected, two Mandalorians step forward to defend it when they approach the secret door.
“Step aside.” Dez orders.
The guards jolt with startled surprise as they recognize his voice, they probably scan him to confirm his identity, and Dez feels a flicker of irritation when they numbly step aside to let him in.
So much for security.
But Dez has barely stepped through the door before the guards move to block the entrance again and prevent the others from joining him. Davarax and Paz are both wearing their armour, sans helmet, but they are clearly not welcome any more. Neither is Neleem, who is a plain Outsider now.
“Let them through.” Dez says in his firmest voice. For half a nerve-wrecking second, he wonders if this is pushing it too far and will have the guards turn on him as well, but then, to his surprise, they step aside and let the others through.
“See?” Davarax whispers. “I told you.”
“Shut up.” Dez mutters back.
However, the guards must have used their comm links as there is someone waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs.
Dez exhales with relief. It’s Sungodt. His second in command and leader when Dez is not around.
“Dez?” Sungodt says, sounding like he doesn’t want to believe it is true.
“It’s me.” Dez confirms.
“Why?” Sungodt asks. “What happened? How could this happen?”
“Nothing happened.” Dez replies. “I happened. It was my choice.”
Sungodt hesitates. “But… “
“I’m sick of being stuck underground, hiding like a coward. And despite our best efforts; nothing has changed since we left Concordia. It’s time to break free, Sungodt. I want to talk to our people and offer them to join me. We can start over and make our own Covert above ground.”
Sungodt stares at him. “You want to break up this Covert? She won’t allow that.”
Davarax smirks. “I don’t think she’ll mind. She has never kept anyone here against their will.”
“I will talk to her first. Explain. Then I’ll meet with our clan.” Dez declares.
Sungodt hesitates. “They will follow you, you know.”
“I hope so.” Dez admits. Then he pulls his shoulders back and nods. “Okay, let’s go see her.”
It’s time to finally get his people out of the darkness.
Sungodt leads the way, Dez follows, behind him Neleem takes Paz’ hand and offers the nervous youth her support, and then finally Davarax, who keeps their backs safe. They march towards the new forge, ignoring the puzzled looks from fellow Mandalorians, and only have to wait a couple of seconds as Sungodt enters the room and informs their leader of the visitors before he appears in the doorway and nods.
Dez walks inside, hears the footsteps of the others following him, but most of all; feels the weight of the gaze behind that golden helmet. Fire is reflecting in the shiny metal.
She’s watching him, a silent figure behind her work bench, as ominous and omniscient as always. It’s one of the many things Dez has always liked about her.
“I have decided to leave this Covert.” Dez says, as if him not wearing his helmet or his armour isn’t screaming that already. “And I’ve come to ask my clan to leave with me.”
Sungodt raises his blaster and shoots Dez three times in the chest. “Traitor.”
As Dez is flung backwards, Davarax and the golden leader draw their blasters at the same time and fires four lethal shots each at Sungodt.
“DEZ!” Neleem screams as she rushes forward. Paz shouts; “NO!” and bursts forward as well.
Seconds later, Dez lies on the floor, muscles twitching and his mouth spitting blood, while Davarax kneeling by him and yanking Dez’ jacket open to get to his wounds. Paz is frantically bellowing at someone to bring him an emergency kit.
Tears flowing, Neleem touches Dez’ face with trembling fingers. “Stay with me, Dez. You have to stay with me.”
Dez almost smiles, despite the pain and being unable to breathe. She cares. Paz cares. Even Beskar Boy cares. They actually care.
Someone will mourn him. Nobody mourned Borr or Pre.
Dez Vizla was loved.
-
-Stay with me. She had pled. Neleem had been desperate and helpless as she watched Dez fade, bleeding out in front of her, but she kept pleading. -Stay with me. Please, stay with me. Dez, please.
Words have power, but they can’t heal three shots to the chest. There was nothing she could do but plead and cry while Davarax and Paz tried to stop the bleeding.
Sitting on the porch in front of the house, her feet resting on one of the lower steps of the stairs, Neleem stares emptily ahead at nothing. The neighbourhood is unusually quiet.
Stepping down on the top step of the stairway, Dez slowly eases himself down to sit next to her with a pained grunt escaping his lips. Three days and his torso still hurts. The bacta is speeding up the healing process, like usual, but this time the injuries were far more severe and not even Dez Vizla can ignore his body’s complaints if he tries to move around too much. “How are you feeling?” He asks.
Neleem huffs a laugh. “Asks the guy who got shot. Three times.”
“I’m a Mandalorian. It happens.” Dez says, but when he gets no response, he slides his arm around Neleem’s shoulders and pulls her close. “Hey. I told you; I’ve got no plans on dying now that I finally have reasons to stay alive. No insignificant fool like Sungodt can kill Dez Vizla.”
The betrayal hurt almost as much as the shots, yet he understands why Sungodt did what he did.
Also, a part of Dez wonders if this could be justice catching up and making him pay for all the hurt and misery he’d caused in the past. He’s in pain, but he’s not angry. It feels right.
“But you’re going to go back to the Covert, aren’t you?” Neleem says, finally glancing over at him. “They might actually succeed in killing you next time.”
Dez sighs. “I can’t just leave them there. I agreed to be their leader and they trust me.” He tries a faint smile. “But don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere for a while yet. I feel like crap.”
Neleem nods, still too serious for his liking, and she reaches out a hand to touch his chest where one of the bacta patches hide under his shirt. The incident had startled her badly.
And she’s not the only one still shell-shocked from what had happened.
Davarax has decided it was his fault for not spotting the danger and reacting fast enough to prevent Sungodt from attacking. Paz, the silly boy, claims that, no, it was his fault and that he had failed his father. Raga claims it never would have happened if she had been allowed to go with them.
Dulcy has turned into a complete tip-yip and monitors Dez’ progress with scary intensity. Corin has come by every day to deliver a gift and make sure he’s doing okay, and Din even joined him once to mumble wishes for a quick recovery.
The cutest visit to his sickbed was Mose and Nemi, while the scariest was Barthor just hovering by his bed and staring at him. The thin wire around Dez’ left wrist is evidence that Liita went partway through with her promise and he is now tagged with her tracking device.
Yeah, they all need a break. Dez included.
In the past, he would have thought of this as a show of weakness, but not any more. He sees a lot of things differently these days. (Davarax is still a pain, obnoxiously perfect and a magnet for the love of everyone within ten parsecs, but… he is tolerable if you just manage to disregard that. And don’t get close enough for him to get a hold and start hugging you.)
“Let’s go inside.” Dez mumbles, his lips against Neleem’s temple. “It’s late. You need to rest.”
“Again, coming from the man who was shot three times in the chest.” Neleem mumbles, irrationally stuck on that minor detail.
“Come rest with me then.” Dez drawls with a teasing grin and that finally lures a smile from her.
Neleem shakes her head with an amused expression. “Fine. I guess that is the only way I’ll know you’re actually resting and not up to something stupid.”
“I’m Dez Vizla. Nothing I do is stupid.” Dez grins, kissing her temple.
“You nearly died twice in less than two weeks.” Liita states, appearing from the house and walking over to sit down and burrow in under Dez’ free arm to settle next to him. “That’s pretty stupid in my book. That’s why I’ve tagged your signal in my tracker as ‘Stupidhead’.”
Dez grunts and tightens his grip, squeezing Liita against his side to savour her annoyed sputterings. “If you want me to adopt you, you’re going to have to start being nice to me.”
Liita squirms and shoves at him until he makes a pained sound and they both settle. “I never said you had to adopt me.” She scoffs. Then, after a moment of hesitation, the girl sends him a cautious look. “Why? Are you saying… you want to?”
Neleem rests her head on Dez’ shoulder and gives his arm an encouraging caress.
“If that would be okay with you, Liita.” Dez replies.
“I’ll think about it.” Liita mumbles and turns her face away, but not fast enough so Dez and Neleem can’t see the bright smile she’s desperately fighting against.
“You do that.” Dez says. “In the meanwhile, how about you two help a poor Mando to his feet?”
Neleem and Liita both eagerly help Dez get up, which he could have easily managed on his own but knows how satisfying it is to them when they get to be the strong ones, and the three of them start walking towards the door.
The door slides open and Paz freezes after a single step through it. He sees Neleem and Liita under each of Dez’ arms, appearing to be supporting him and helping him walk. Paz goes deathly pale. “Buir? Are you okay? Do you need help?”
Dez shakes his head with a faint smile. “Nothing to worry about, son.”
Paz takes another step forward and is clearly not reassured. “I can help.”
Gingerly lifting his arms to free Liita and Neleem, Dez is then the one to take a step forward and he reaches out to slide his hand behind Paz’ neck, making him focus on his eyes. “Paz, son, I’m just a little tired and achy, and these two fine souls were easy to trick into helping me. That’s all.”
That has Liita huffing with offence, Neleem roll her eyes and Paz grinning.
Dez will never ever tire of seeing his son smile. He used to smile so much as a toddler, but then came his teenage years and there were no smiles at all. They have so much catching up to do.
Paz easily moves forward when his father gives him a gentle tug and does not hesitate to fold into a warm hug.
So many hugs to catch up on as well. Dez doesn’t care that it is weak to want them, they feel nice. It makes him feel calm. And loved. And so what if his clan turns his back on him? Dez will still have his family and… friends. He’s not alone any more.
“Can anyone join in on that hug or…?” A voice asks with no small amount of amusement.
Dez turns around, startled as he recognizes that voice, and can only stare with mute shock as he sees a helmetless Sobek Saxon stands in front of the stairway leading up to them. Her arms are crossed, there is a wide grin on her face and Sobek radiates relaxed confidence. Behind her stands her husband, their three sons, and at least twenty more Mandalorians. None of which are wearing their helmet, but carries it under their right arm.
“What…?” Dez stutters.
Sobek shrugs one shoulder. “We followed you off Concordia. We’ll follow you above ground and into damnation too. This is our Way.”
Paz glances around, probably scouting for Raga as if she’d be summoned by her family’s presence.
A young Vizla makes his way closer to Sobek and tries to get a peek of Dez, but accidentally bumps into Shezmu Saxon, who grabs him and flings him to the ground and a vicious fight break out. Two Vizlas step forward to try to break it up, but that only causes Shezmu’s two brothers to join in on the fight.
“Now is not the time for this, you idiots!” Arren Kryze shouts, before he has to duck to avoid a punch and that is when mayhem really erupts among the Mandalorians gathered there.
Sobek doesn’t move, still looks up at Dez with arms crossed and a grin on her face.
The door slides open again behind them and Davarax comes charging out, followed by several of his children, but only to come to an abrupt halt next to Dez. He stares with disbelief at the chaos in front of the house. Dulcy clings to his arm and stares as well.
Somewhere, a window is shattered.
“There goes the neighbourhood…” Liita mumbles.
Dez grins. He sneaks one arm around Neleem, who is all eyes, and one arm around Liita, who is scowling at the loud ruffians. He looks over at his son. “This? This is the Way.” Then looks at Neleem. His heart is racing. “Will you walk it with me?”
Neleem studies his face as a smile slowly spreads across her lips. “Yes.”
“As my wife?”
“Yes.”
And amidst the loud chaos of the start of a new Tribe, Dez leans down and kisses her.
“I love you.” Neleem whispers against his lips.
“I love you too.” Dez replies with warm truth. “And, thank you. For saving me.” Without her, he would either have turned into a harsh creature like Borr or died in some random dispute. Without her, he wouldn’t have his son back in his life. Without her, he wouldn’t be a better man.
Dez Vizla has said goodbye to his old self.
Let the future begin.
#the mandalorian his son and the storm trooper#what if AU#Dez Vizla#Neleem#Davarax#Dulsissia Motti#Paz Vizsla#Raga Saxon#Corin#Din#Mose the Hutt#small mentionings of the others#the one-shots start coming and they don't stop coming#this is too long to be considered a one-shot but I don't care
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Some modern!mandalorian au’s + corin sketches that I drew but kept forgetting to post lmao
Corin belongs to @sulphuryasecretcloset
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Patu~~
I'm in the mood of domestic AU PazDin today😌
This is my own version of Paz. I know the bully in chapter 1, Tait Fletcher(the actor) I believe his name was(I'm sorry if I got it wrong) was the one behind Paz suit meanwhile Favreau do the voiceover. If somehow Paz going to show up and like Din did; take off his helmet, that gonna be awkward af😅
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The annual Mando meeting is derailed for three hours because everyone wants to hold the babies (and the babies want to be held)
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Something Sweet
Chapter 3: Concerts and Cupcakes
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Pairing: Modern!Paz Vizsla x reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: NSFW, smut, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, Paz is a consent king, cumming outside (in this fandom? Shocking I know), swearing, angst at the end
Summary: You and Paz continue to spend time together and you have the misfortune of meeting “the guy” your friends warned you about... Gideon.
The following Tuesday you and Paz hang out with the group like usual, and give no indication that anything has changed or that you have plans to go together to the outdoor concert next weekend. But you can’t deny, you’re excited for it.
Finally Saturday rolls around. This time, you decide, it is a date. Or at least you’re gonna treat it like one. You pick a pretty sundress, comfortable shoes, do your hair and makeup. You also put a bag together with snacks, sealed mason jars with rum punch, a picnic blanket and a lawn chair.
Paz picks you up in his truck, and helps you load up your stuff into the back. He even opens the passenger door for you! The park is set up with a walking path, several meadows, sports fields, a playground and water feature fountain and an amphitheater surrounding a beautiful community center building.
The stage is set up for the outdoor performance. Community members and concert goer’s set up their picnic blankets and lawn chairs on the grassy slope of the amphitheater. Children run and play. Couples young and old share glasses of wine and snacks waiting for the concert to start.
After getting the blanket and the chairs set up, you pass him one of the jars of rum punch and sit back to chat and hang out until the concert starts. You take a moment to pause, and look about at all the happy people enjoying the warm summer evening and spending time with their friends, family, neighbors…
“This” you gesture with your hand “this is what I always wanted…”
Paz smiles warmly, sipping the drink you made for him. “Yeah, once you get a taste of living in a place like this… you can’t ever go back to living in crowded city where people don’t want anything to do with each other”
You chuckle “Or back to a rural town where your closest neighbor was a 10 minute drive away”
“I don’t know what sounds worse, never seeing anyone or being surrounded by people that act like you don’t exist” he shakes his head
“Well, I’m glad we both made it here” you say happily “because this is amazing”
Paz can’t hold back the smile on his face. Seeing you so happy and content, he can’t help but feel like the two of your were both meant to find this place.
The concert starts up, and the band is amazing! They play a lot of covers of popular music you hear on the radio and a lot of throwback music that used to be popular. Everyone in the crowd seems to know all the words. The band involves the crowd getting people to get out of their seats to singe and dance.
You feel alive and free, electrified by the familiar music and friendly atmosphere. You take Paz’s hand when a song you really love comes on, and drag him out of his seat to dance. He surprises you by offering almost no resistance and actually sings along with you. The two of you don’t sit down again until the concert is over, dancing and singing the night away.
When the concert ends, you’re a little bummed out it’s over. But Paz recommends that you stay a while in the park and let the crowds thin out before leaving, and you are more than happy to stay. The night air is warm, and the sun hasn’t quite set yet.
The two of you lay out on the blanket, folding down the lawn chairs to make room. Laying of your backs, you watch the sky dim. Turning orange, pink, violet and then fading to a deep midnight blue as the stars start to appear. He’s telling you an animated story story about him and Din pulling pranks and getting in trouble together as kids. You’re smiling and laughing, feeling incredibly warm and light.
Eventually he does have to drive you back to your apartment. He walks you to the door and lets you unlock it before you turn around. He’s standing close, very close.
“Thank you for inviting me out tonight” you say softly “I had so much fun”
He smiles, “Thank you for saying yes”
“Goodnight” you whisper leaning into him
“Goodnight” he closes his eyes and leans down, pressing his lips to yours. He breaks the kiss, pulling back a little.
But you pull him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him again. He responds in kind, sliding his large hands over your hips and holding you to him while he kisses you.
This time you break the kiss, pulling away and leaning your forehead on his. You push the door open behind you with one hand. You glance behind you inside, and back to him. A silent invitation. But he doesn’t respond, he doesn’t want to assume anything.
“Stay” you ask softly
That’s enough for him. He kisses you again, and walks you backwards inside. Closing the door behind him. He leans back against the door and pulls your into him, getting you to hop up and put your legs around him.
He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this. Your soft lips, gentle hands, quiet breaths and moans as he kisses you. He wants this. He has wanted this. And the little sundress you’re wearing has only fanned that flame today. But still…. he has to be sure. He pulls back and bit.
“Hey, hey, hey” he whispers “tell me you want this. Tell me this okay?”
Your heart flutters. Surely he knows that you want him, but he wants to hear it. He needs to hear it.
“I want this Paz” you say, kissing him again “I want you”
He squeezes your hip, and kisses you again. You drop your legs back down, and lead him back to your bedroom. Pulling him down onto the comforter with you.
His hands roam over your body catching at the hem of your dress, and sliding up along your thighs. You hum into his mouth, and slide your hands under his shirt. You pull your hands back and lift your hips and then your back, to help him get your dress worked up over your head and arms.
He reaches back with one hand, and pulls his shirt up over his head and drops it down on the floor with your dress. You shiver a little, taking in his broad bare chest and well muscled forearms. He on the other hand is lovingly gazing down at you. Soft skin, gentle curves, pretty… matching… panties and bra.
He leans back down, eager to feel your soft skin against him. His hand smoothes over the material of your bra, fingers trailing over the edge and slipping down underneath. Your breath catches in your throat. His hands are firm and worn, textured against your supple breast.
“Still okay honey?” He asks, moving his lips down to kiss your jaw and down your neck
“Y-yeah” you run your fingers through his thick dark hair as he kisses his way down to your collarbone, still tenderly stroking and squeezing your breast.
He kisses all the way down to your breastbone, and slips his hands around your back to undo the clasps of your bra. Sliding the strap over your shoulders and carefully tossing it away with the rest of your discarded clothes. He cups both in his hands, rolling his thumbs over your nipples, and brushing his nose over your soft skin. Slowly kissing his way up the slope of one of your breasts, he tilts his head over and draws your nipple into his mouth sucking gently.
“Beautiful” he mutters pulling off and switching to the other, “so beautiful”
You try your best not to squirm in anticipation, but Paz notices.
“You getting wet for me sweetheart?” He purrs, his hand leaves your breast and trains down to stroke you through your panties finding them slightly damp. “Oh love, do you like when I touch you?”
“Yes” you shutter out “Paz… please”
“Don’t worry gorgeous, I’ll give you what you need” his fingers dip below your panties, and slide between your folds.
Your eyes flutter shut. His fingers move with ease, aided by your slick. He stops for just a moment, to help you shimmy out of your panties, before he goes right back for your wet heat. He pushes in a finger and swallows your breathy gasp with his own mouth as he kisses you. His pace is slow, for now curling his finger within you. He adds a second finger stretching your opening a bit wider, relishing your soft moans and whimpers of pleasure.
You flinch, and cling to his arms in a reflexive movement as this thumb swipes over your clit and begins rubbing in circles. He picks up the pace, building you up quicker.
“There you go honey, my fingers feel good?” He huffs
“Yes… Paz… feels so good” you moan “please”
“Come on sweetheart, come on my fingers” he keeps up his pace, putting more attention into stimulating your clit.
The pressure builds up, every pass of his thumb over your clit seems to wind you up tighter until finally it snaps! Washing over you like a tidal wave, leaving your breathless and soaking.
He kisses you again, and begins stroking through your folds again, allowing you to ride out waves of your orgasm. You kiss him back, when your senses return to you a moment later.
“How is it that I am completely naked and boneless in pleasure, and you’ve still got pants on” you joke “doesn’t seem fair”
He chuckles and pulls back, going to undo his belt. You sit up with him, seeing the tent in his pants and moving to help him shed his jeans.
He steps out of his pants and boxers, and stands before you, hard and dribbling precum. He’s massive. Granted, he’s a big guy, you figured he would be proportional… but he is impressive to say the least.
“Not to give you an ego, but holy shit” you chuckle, making no attempt to hide your gaze.
How can any man hear that, and not have a bit of a head rush? He grins. “You like what you see sweetheart?”
“Get over here” you laugh, reaching out with both arms. He obliges you, and let’s you pull him down again to kiss. You can feel his cock pressed against you, insistent and aching. You roll your hips against him, teasing… inviting.
“Your turn” you whisper, reaching down and lining him up with your entrance. This time his breath hitches, he’s rather worked up and it’s been a while since he had a partner.
As he presses in, your warmth consumes him. Your walls are tight, velvety soft, and wet. He grunts a bit and he pushes forward, watching himself disappear within you. You moan too, the stretch is delicious and pleasant.
He sets a steady pace, drawing your legs up, placing one hand at your hip and the other above your head.
“You okay?” He grits out, always so attentive
You moan in response, “Yes, you can go a little faster, I’m good”
He follows your direction and picks up his pace, taking your moans and pleas fore more as guidance. He’s pounding into you, and groaning.
“Close” he grits out “where?”
“Outside” you gasp “anywhere you want”
He gets in a couple more good thrusts before he abruptly pulls out and jerks himself off, spilling his load over your stomach.
Having just came his mind is clear, and his body is calm. He realizes he finished before you could come a second time, a fact that he remedied by pushing his still hard cock back in and resuming his pace and dropping a hand down to rub your clit.
“Come on gorgeous” he praises “one more”
He’s getting a bit over stimulated, but he pushes through for you. Your orgasm is white hot, and searing. Unlike the first that crested like a wave, this one explored like fireworks behind your eyes as your cum on his cock.
You lay together for a couple minutes, breathing heavily, and savoring the postcoital bliss. You reach out, and lace your fingers with his. He strokes the back of your hand with his thumb.
“The concert next week is supposed to be smooth jazz” he chuckles “any chance you’ll let me take you on a second date?”
You laugh and lean over, and kiss his cheek. “It’s a date”
In the weeks that follow you and Paz continue hanging out with your friends on Tuesday nights. Going to the outdoor concerts on Saturday nights, and now going back and forth between each other’s apartments for dinner after work. Watching movies together, testing new recipes, learning new baking techniques and of course enjoying each other in the bedroom.
At first you both agreed not to tell anyone in the group. It’s a new relationship, and you didn’t want to get teased or asked a thousand questions. You just wanted to enjoy it, and each other. But as summer drew to a close and the chill of fall started turning the leaves and picking up the breeze, you couldn’t pretend or deny it anymore.
Of course literally everyone already knew or had their suspicions. What kind of people spend that much time together outside of work, aren’t in a relationship?
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A few weeks into September you’re working on making new macrame plant pot holders during one of the slower parts of the day and listening to quiet music, humming along as you work. When the door opens and the bell tinkles to alert you. You look up, smiling at your customer. An older man, with a dark complexion, thin mustache, and an unsettling smile. Nevertheless you’ve had stranger clientele before, and you treat them all the same.
“Hello, can I help you find something today?” You greet him
“No, actually I was hoping that I could help you” he says approaching the counter.
“Oh? And how is that?” You have a bad feeling about this.
“My name is Gideon” he introduces himself “and I have a vested interest in the economic and cultural growth of this city”
Gideon. That name rings a bell. This is the guy your friends had told you about. You square your shoulders, stand your ground, and keep a neutral expression as he tries to dazzle you with ideas of “the city of tomorrow”.
“Of course, to make all of this come true all of the buildings in this area would need to be cleared and updated. I would love to make you an offer for your storefront, upto and exceeding ten fold what you paid for it”
“Mr. Gideon” you cut him off “it may surprise you to know that I am already fully aware of your vision for this city. What you seem to fail to realize is that no one that lives or works here shares your vision”
“That’s where I believe you are mistaken little girl, there are many who think this city has great potential” he says calmly “I know this city can be more than what it is now. I know it and I want it. Believe me, I get what I want”
“Unfortunately for you Mr. Gideon, you do not get to make those kinds of decisions. And no one will sell out to you to turn our dreams into your profit” you’re getting irritated now, and just want him to leave. You really want to call Paz.
“I could make you a rich woman. I am not the only one that would benefit from this change” he tried to persuade you
“Money can’t buy happiness Mr. Gideon. I worked my whole life to be here, and I am happy having my business here. And I will continue to be here as long as it makes me happy. Come Hell or high water I will stand” you say with confidence and surety, almost daring him to challenge you again.
Finally he backs off, but insists you take his business card… “In case you change your mind, or you find your business no longer makes you happy”
The second the door closes behind him, you grab your phone and call Paz, asking him to come over to your shop as soon as he can when he’s done closing. I Gideon gets in a sleek black car, and speeds away just as Paz comes through the front door.
“You okay?” Paz asks, coming behind the counter. You peer out the window and watch the car make the right hand turn off of the street.
You’re frustrated and upset, you gesture out the window with one hand and smack the other down on the counter.
“You guys warned me about they guy Gideon, but you didn’t mention how much he would infuriate me” you grumble
“Gideon was just here?” Paz asks
“Yeah, came in here preaching about how he’s going to transform this city and make us all fabulously rich,” you tell him “when you know good and well he would cheat us out of every penny he could”
He wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You told him to fuck off right?” He asks
You wrap your arms around him too, and lean your head on his chest “Pretty much. I worked too long and too hard to get here to give it up”
“Good” he says “A guy like him will never understand why we do things the way we do. Your flowers and my bread are more than just…. things for others to buy for us… he’ll never understand something like that”
That’s exactly right. Boba has his pub. Din has his tattoo shop… everyone worked hard to get what they have, and it means something to each of us. Men like Gideon will never understand that.
About a month later, the weather has turned cold and the days are getting shorter. You and Paz have been making plans for Halloween, and working on fall flavored treats for Paz’s bakery.
But tonight you are over at his apartment, baking cupcakes, watching YouTube videos and practicing frosting piping techniques.
You’re sitting on his countertop, giggling and licking frosting off your finger tips when your phone starts ringing. You grab a tea towel and wipe off your hands to answer the phone.
“Hello” you answer, still smiling and stifling a laugh. Paz contains his own laugher so you can hear whoever in on the other end of the line, and bends down to check on the next batch of cupcakes baking in the oven.
“Wh-what?” Your voice is horrified. Paz looks up at you still sitting on the counter. Your eyes have gone wide, and he can visibly see your body language change.
He stands up quickly and wipes off his hands too, giving you a questioning look.
“We’ll be right there” you say in grave tone “thank you”
Your hand drops down into your lap.
He stands before you, trying to get your eyes to focus. He says your name once, twice… he shakes your hand a little
“The fire department” you say “my store front…. burned down”
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So chapter 2 is finally alive! And with a new banner too
Pairing: Paz Viszla x reader.
Prompt/trope: modern au/meet cute
Warnings: none...i think
as always, comments, likes & reblogs are very welcomed!
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First chapter Ao3 link
Inner thoughts in italic
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His life had been exhausting from the very beginning, traveling from one town to another, with no real place to live and settle down. He aimlessly wandered around, taking along with him only the bare minimum, finding solace in brief moments of quiet. Now, Paz found himself tired, so when he stopped in yet another unfamiliar city, smaller than any other he had ever been to, he felt like stopping for a while.
Unaware that it was going to last quite some time.
So, as soon as he managed to find a suitable apartment to live in on a budget and a job to meet future expenses, he felt like something was going to finally move forward in the right direction, maybe. What he wanted now was to experience something that felt normal, or at least, normal enough for him.
Two days after moving in, he began his first day at work. It wasn’t anything fancy, an ordinary job as a barista in the local café. He had already worked in a coffee shop before, and this one looked reasonably quiet and simple, perfect to be comfortable enough to show his face since no one knew who he truly was.
He arrived early for his morning shift, and despite the snow-covered pavement, he decided to go for a walk around the block for a minute or two while smoking his first and last cigarette of the day.
He was trying to quit, but it was damn hard, especially with all the stress he was under these past months.
His new boss sounded pretty friendly right from the start, to the point where, during a chat over the phone, he had told him that he was glad he had found someone to help him out at the coffee shop in the morning. Since his daughter had started college and wasn’t able to help out anymore, he had to juggle between orders and paperwork in his back office in order to keep the boat afloat. The friendliness felt strange at first, but it was nice to have a person who trusted him for once. And he didn’t mind waking up early anyway.
It was still very early when the first customer walked in. He didn't care much at first until she spoke, and he answered back automatically, without a glance.
"Would you like something to eat with that?" he inquired, sticking to the script he'd learned to perfection a few hours earlier... but when he received no response, he raised his eyes for the first time that morning.
She was... staring at him?
No idiot, What are you thinking?
He politely repeated the question and saw her gaze focus on him again… and her cheeks turned slightly red.
Yup, she was definitely staring at him...
He managed a smirk when he finally took her order. It had been a while since anyone looked at him like that. Usually, the sole purpose of people staring at him was to pick up a fight, so he almost forgot what that felt like. And now that he had unintentionally made someone blush, a pretty girl nonetheless, he didn't mind that feeling at all.
As he approached the coffee machine, he noticed some movement out of the corner of his eye. When he instinctively turned to see what it was, he realized that she sat right in front of him, patiently waiting.
Luckily the place was almost empty, except for the owner who stayed in his office until lunchtime, so he could take his time as he enjoyed the view.
But then... his own brain returned to annoy him...
Don't ever think about it ...
Don't think about flirting with her
Just don't...
He engaged in an internal debate with his mind as he set the coffee powder in the machine and picked the right cup to use.
But Paz wasn't the type of person to think about something over and over again. He usually went straight to the point, occasionally dealing with the aftermath of his decisions in the worst way possible.
So after placing the lid on the cup, he grabbed a marker he always kept nearby and wrote a simple message, hoping he hadn’t misread her intentions.
That is if she saw it before tossing said cup in the garbage.
You're an idiot!
It's always nice when his own mind worked against him, but at this point, he didn't even care anymore. It was worth a try even if only to be rejected.
"Here you go, medium black coffee with two teaspoons of sugar," he then announced as he turned to face her again, wearing a smile so bright and genuine it caused her to blush once again, harder this time.
God, she’s even cuter when she’s flustered.
"Thank you" she babbled, taking the cup out of his hands. But as he was about to answer, her phone rang, startling her and making him mentally curse the damn thing for getting in the way.
He barely had the time to watch her hastily stand up and walk towards the exit and once at the door, turn around and smile at him once again.
His only hope rested on what he wrote on the cup he handed her and, for some odd reason, he actually hoped his gesture wouldn't go unnoticed. He knew deep down that he wanted to see more of her... again... and again.
He barely knew who she was and he already wished he knew everything about her.
Maybe, he thought, it was about time he went back to living his life the way he used to once...
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This is basically the pov from Paz's point, bit short but I felt like it explain the situation better
I know this update took longer than expected but real life has been very stressful lately.
#paz vizla x reader#modern au#meet cute#paz viszla#coffee shop au#star wars writing#the mandalorian#writemyheartsout's writing
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Just a quick Baker!reader appreciation post- its no wonder why Paz fell for her instantly when she's this beautiful!!
The first one is some time into their established relationship where Paz just finds the moment to slip behind her and distract her from work, the second one is set very early on after their meeting and gentle flirting, specifically after Baker got stood up for a date and Paz happened to walking home- being the gent he is, he invites her to his for an innocent dinner where things start to get rolling between them 👀👀
Paz in this universe is just-- he's like a drug, ok, I'm addicted to thinking about him and I blame @djarinsbeskar, @asta-lily, and @heartsofbeskar for encouraging my obsession with these two.
I realised I have so much more Baker!reader x Boxer!Paz art than I've posted so this is me just saying "beans" and posting it anyways- I'm trying to learn an actual art program now and its a bit intimidating but I'm sure I'll get the hang of it soon xx
#boxer au#boxer!paz#baker!reader#paz vizla#paz vizsla#paz vizla x reader#paz viszla#paz vizla x you#paz vizla au#oh look its my husband paz#the mandalorian au#modern au#ronnie's art#gosh I really wanna write for them but my writing has been dry af recently#and thats besides the fact that I can access my fics again
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MOBSTER AU! Paz
Small Disclaimer: I do imagine Winston Duke as Paz, but I know that others have different ideas to who they cast as Paz, so past the image I am going to try and not really describe Paz's looks past his clothing!
* = 18+
Asks-
Original Ask
First Meeting
Drabbles-
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