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cere-za · 2 years

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Nothing to fear

{tea knight cookie x toddler reader}

Ah.. look at you..at splitting imagine of your father! However.. everyone and yourself knew.. that it was his bravery that you lacked.. you were shy and mostly skittish.. nobody really had high expectations nor went to hard on you.. your just a child anyway..but even though all of that.. there's something you always can't get enough from your father..his stories about how he had fought dragons..! You loved them..! They were so interesting! Fascinating! He told them in exquisite detail to you..! You wished you were there to see it yourself!... come to think about it.. you could always.. make your own story..

And that's how you ended up in the middle of..where are you again?..the point is that you wanted to prove that you are as brave as your father!..and strong enough to take down whatever beast encounters you..! But.. you were lost and kind of scared..the forest was so..dark and uninviting..it was making you regret all of this idea of yours.. not to mention you left your home without telling anyone..

Poor tea knight..he was so worried! He couldn't find you anywhere!..he was getting stressed out by not finding you, he knew that you tend to not like being easily frightable..but he never thought you'd take it this far!..he was practically fearing the worst on what could happen to you..

Meanwhile you were now running for your life as something chased you..it was a couple of cake wolf's that you manege to disturb for stepping on their territory.. you were on the verge of tears from the adrenaline and fear within you..out of instinct you looked over at a tree before climbing it high enough were the cake wolf's couldn't reach you even if they tried

You were there clinging onto the tree shaking from fear with your eyes closed shut refusing to look down at the ground..but then you heard the heavy footsteps apart from the loud barking of the wolfs..it was your father..! You looked back and it was certainly him!..he was running towards the wolfs with his axe in hand ready to scare them away.. after a while of watching him fight them off and they fled you climbed down the tree onto the ground

“[y/n]! What were you thinking?! Running off like that!”

He scolded you for being reckless but wasn't expecting for you to come running at him and hugging him with a death grip

“im sorry papa!..i-i wanted t-to show that i c-could be strong too!”

You were sobbing and begging for him to forgive you for doing the opposite of what he had told you to do.. with a sigh he picked up allowing you to continue crying

“i was so scared..!”

You sobbed onto your father's shoulder as he started to head back..he patted your back gently and began talking in a soft tone

“[y/n]... being scared is something good..it makes you think and act in certain ways..but it can also be bad..fear can prevent you from doing certain things..it prevents you from doing the things you want..”

You listened to him carefully still in tears but began wiping them off

“with me.. you have nothing to fear..i promise..”

“do you really promise it papa?”

“yes [y/n].. i promise..”

You smiled softly at his words and began falling asleep on his shoulder before hearing again

“your'e grounded for a week”

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pazvizslaplasmathrower · 4 years

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Father of Hopes and Dreams - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7: Just Alike

Summary: The armorer offers you a gift

Word Count: 1246

“Ugh…Child? Did you sleep last night?” Sitting upright, Paz looked down at the floor where he had given his little one a few pillows to rest on, only to find them stacked neatly except for one, and the child nowhere to be seen. Startled at their absence, Paz Vizsla shot out of his bed, throwing the door to his quarters open with great force, hoping they had not run off during the night.

Though, just as he was about to call out for the armorer, Paz slid into the forge, noticing something small at the foot of the great flame. There the child lay, clinging to one of his pillows with a furious grip, body curled in on itself. And in the corner sat the Armorer, polishing perhaps the smallest set of armor Paz had ever laid eyes on.

“You would do well to wake the little one, Paz Vizsla.” His friend said, gesturing to the child.

Pursing his lips, he approached the young one, careful how he took each step as not to accidentally frighten them. Though they didn’t seem to be the frightable type and even if they were, such a moment would last but half a second.

“Hm, I do believe the sun has risen. Therefore, we must do the same.”

The child groaned, taking a few moments to open their eyes and focus on him before offering a toothy grin.

“Yay! You slept last night!” Y/N sat up rubbing the remaining sleep form their eyes. “I knew meditating had to be good for somethin’.”

“You can tell when I’m sleeping?” He asked awkwardly.

They nodded, stifling a laugh. “Hehe, yeah. You snore.”

“Little one, it is not very polite to make light of another’s habits, especially that of your buir.” The Armorer chided. “As your buir, he is to be respected. Unless of course, he gives you reason not to.”

Y/N nodded, jumping to their feet.

“Little one, come here, I have something for you.”

Ah. So that was what the armor was for.

The child raised a brow, cautious at first as to what the woman was offering them. “What is it?”

“Well if you would come here, I can show you.” The Armorer sighed.

Y/N relented, walking over to where his friend sat, but not before grabbing Paz’s hand to pull him along.

“What do you think? I do believe that this is far better than the…garment you are wearing!”

In all honesty, the entire ensemble was quite…adorable. Comfortable trousers, a long sleeve tunic with a high collar; all fitted with armor, matching the blue hue of his own Beskar. It was an excellent start for a young Mandalorian, Y/N had much growing and strengthening to do. A full set of armor would have been far too much for young one.

“…What is it? It looks kinda funny.” The child reached out, daring to touch a single finger to the cold metal of the plated armor.

“It’s for you, child.” Paz took the clothing from the armorer to hold it up against Y/N. “If we are going to venture out, you are going to need more than just a thread bare tunic.”

“What?! I like this!” They protested; small fists clenched by their sides.

“Child, if you were to go about this planet past nightfall, you would surely freeze to death.” The Armorer’s voice tensed only slightly, something only one of the covert would notice. “you would be wise to heed my word.”

“No!” They cried out. “T-Thank you for making this for me.” Pausing the child looked frantically between both Mandalorians. “I can’t give this up! Please! You gotta understand!”

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There was no way in kriffing hell that these two were going to steal away the last physical memory you had from your old master. Of course, having something that would cover you properly would make an excellent improvement from your current…situation.

“May I ask why that thing is of such great importance to you?”

The other Mandalorian, while a head or so shorter than Paz Vizsla was vastly more intimidating. In the entirety of your time in their underground dwelling, she had been nothing but kind, in a stoic sort of fashion. But your senses begged you not to test her patience, after all she was giving you a gift that she had crafted herself in the late hours of the night.

Pursing your lips, you decided just offering the truth would be in your best interest. Running off or putting up a fight would be futile.

“It…It was my master’s cloak…He just disappeared, leaving it behind. I…I didn’t have anything else with me and I cut it so I could get some use out of it…”

Both adults exchanged looks if one could even call it that. Maybe they had some sort of secret connection like the Force. With the both of them wearing helmets it was physically impossible to tell what sort of facial expressions both of them were making. Your guardian moved to kneel in front of you, even then he was still very much a mountain of a man.

“Please…” You begged, feeling tears well up, distorting your vision. “It’s all I have left…”

“I know,” Paz started, “But do you have memories of your old master? Can you envision them? Feel them in your heart even though they are no longer of this world?”

“Yes…I guess so.”

“While this is clearly a great treasure of yours, I do believe that it will be of no use sooner rather than later. And do you truly expect to live out all of your days wearing this? Besides, every warrior needs to be protected. What say you?”

You glanced back over at what the other Mandalorian had so painstakingly crafted for you. Once Paz Vizsla had fallen asleep, you couldn’t bear to wake him asking for a covering of some sort as the underground was much colder after nightfall. Unable to find slumber, you ventured out of the man’s close quarters in search of warmth. All of the other barracks, were locked and secure, leaving no way in unless you tried to use the Force to undo the locks. Though you had promised not to use your power until you had a better handling of it. Instead, you wandered back into the forge, immediately you were drawn to the brilliant hearth, the flame still brilliant among the frigid darkness. After placing down the pillow Paz Vizsla had offered, you curled up tight next to the hearth, quite comfortable in its intense warmth. You weren’t sure what hour it was but at some point, light steps jarred you from your slumber, though not wanting to draw attention to yourself, you only opened one eye. There she stood over the heat of the fire, tool in hand, hammering away at hot metal. This almost seemed like a forbidden moment, to look upon the reverence of which she worked.

“Little one?” The Mandalorian Paz Vizsla’s voice removed you from your thoughts.

“Huh? Oh yeah. I…I guess you’re right.” You dared to look directly at the Armorer, doing your best to feel grounded. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Thank you for this gift, I’ll do my best to be worthy of it.”

Nodding, she placed the clothing and armor in your arms, the weight nearly sending you to the ground. The blue of the armor matched that of Paz Vizsla’s own, stirring up inside of you a strange sense of pride.

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