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outercrasis · 25 days

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Pairing: Paz Vizsla x F!Reader (reader is petite, with no other descriptors)

Word Count/Rating: 3.3k / Explicit 18+ only

Notes/Warnings: Western!AU, Paz & Reader are married & both are hot heads/combative (but they love each other v much), size kink, oral sex (m receiving), penetrative sex, v light amount of spanking, more or less make-up sex, I have my own image of what Paz looks like and you all have to deal with it

Summary: Your husband finally comes home after 3 weeks. Surely you're going to welcome him home with open arms?

You don't turn when the door opens. Not for the familiar chime of his boot spurs, nor for the shuffle of his jacket and hat. You act as though you haven’t heard him – facing the window, focused on the same plate you’ve been washing since you heard the first footstep on the porch.

It's irritating how perfect this moment should be. Golden light streams through the dusty windowpane, bathing the kitchen in warmth. The enticing smell of dinner still lingers in the air. There’s plenty left for Paz. Even after three weeks you found yourself unable to adjust your portions to one.

You can feel his large presence behind you – waiting for you to turn and greet him. He probably expected a big homecoming. Fantasized about you running into his arms, kissing him desperately, crying tears of joy. It's happened before. Unfortunately for him, the Henderson boys ran by ten minutes ago to let you know they saw him riding back into town. Their warning ruined any surprise, not that you would have given him the satisfaction anyway.

Paz crowds behind you, placing his hands on your hips. You hate how quickly you want to melt into his warmth. To fall backwards into his broad chest and let him sweep you off your feet. It’s infuriating what he can do with a single touch.

You manage to find your resolve, slapping at his hands. "Get off me, you brute."

Paz chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in tighter. "Why so full of venom, ner riduur'ika?"

You let go of the plate to push at his arms. It’s futile, but you're unwilling to give up the fight. "You know damn well why. Now get off me."

You struggle further, trying to escape his vice-like grip. It's all for nothing. Paz spins you around to face him, an arm still firmly around your middle. Even through layers of clothes, you can feel the shift of his muscles.

Upon seeing his face, you gasp. Some is as you expected it. That annoying self-sure grin, the healthy start of a beard, the playful shine in his bright eyes. Some is not. There’s a new, healthy scar forming along his cheek to match some old ones from long ago.

"What did you do?" you demand.

"Now why do you automatically assume I did something to cause this?"

"Because that's always the case. I'll bet Din doesn’t have a single scratch on him."

"Thanks to me he doesn't." He says it with a strong hint of pride and that only sets you off more.

You push and shove at Paz, but he's still unwilling to let you go. In a further act of humiliation, he picks you up with ease and sets you on the counter. You're directly face to face like this. Nowhere for either of you to hide.

"Darlin’, would you please tell me what's gotten into you?" Paz asks. His voice is gentle. You know he's trying to calm you and you hate that it's even slightly working.

"You."

Paz laughs. "That can be arranged if that's what you're mad about." You try and fail to kick him.

His hand wraps around your calf, a harder look settling into his eyes. It would scare you if you didn't know him so well. Hell would sooner freeze over before he did so much as pluck a hair from your head.

"I didn't come home to be name-called and kicked, so you're going to tell me what's the matter or I'm not letting you leave this counter. That clear?"

You resent the heat you can feel pooling low in your stomach at his command. Even worse is that he knows it too. All your buttons have long since been discovered and Paz knows just how to press every one.

There's no getting out of this. Paz stares at you expectantly, willing to wait this out. The anxious soup churning in your stomach rolls and the fire burning in your veins dies only a little at the realization of there being no escape. He has you pinned.

You're not ready yet to talk. Instead, you reach out towards his face, inspecting the new cut that mars it.

You're happy to note it's clean despite the thin layer of dirt and grit that otherwise clings to the fine lines of Paz’s face. It doesn't seem as deep as his other scars and may even fade in due time. All in all, it's not as bad as it could have been. That doesn't make it any better.

You hate this feeling in your gut. The knowledge that your husband lives a dangerous life. Today it's a small cut, tomorrow it's his guts spilling on the cold, hard ground and becoming food for vultures. Paz doesn't know the terror that seizes you when Din crests a hill before he catches up. The thought every time that this is the time he doesn’t come home.

Your voice is small, half mumbling. "You promised."

Paz leans in towards you. "What was that?" he asks, voice still this side of mean.

You take a deep breath, resteeling yourself. "You promised."

Hot tears well at your lashline unbidden. Paz's face becomes wobbly, but you can see the confusion and concern written across it. The anger deep within your chest is reignited. It’s worsened when a tear finally falls and Paz gingerly wipes it from your cheek.

"You said you would talk to me before you took another job."

"I said I would try to."

You punch him hard in the shoulder. It doesn't hurt him in the slightest, but it's satisfying all the same. "Don't play word games. You promised me. You said you would and the next thing I know you're off with Din again."

"I left a note," Paz says, his chest puffing slightly.

"And what a note it was," you spit back. "Gone on a bounty hunt. Be back soon. You'd think you went out to the saloon for the night with all the information you shared."

"I'm getting tired of going over this with you."

"That's why I asked you to talk to me before you leave,” you shout.

Paz leans down to get directly in your face. The gray of his irises darken, like clouds before a thunderstorm. “You want to watch that tone, little miss?”

“I'll watch my tone as soon as you stop being an asshole. Oh wait, that'll never happen.” You try to push him away only for his arms to circle around you, pulling you flush against his body.

Your legs are spread wide to accommodate his frame. You swallow a moan as your center is pressed against the bulge in Paz's trousers. Refusing to allow your baser urges to control you, you feign disgust instead. “You're a pig.”

Paz pulls you impossibly closer. One of his hands finds its way to the base of your skull, effectively scruffing you like a cat. “You had better find your manners real quick or I'm going to find them for you,” he grits out.

“Good luck.”

His lips are rough on yours. The kiss is more a clash of teeth and tongue than anything romantic. You detest the way your body easily betrays you and yields to his advances, but it has been a long three weeks without your husband. And there's no need for you to make things easy on him either.

You hook both your legs around his and pull them tight. He can't get any closer, but you still feel the way the pressure makes him stutter. You mimic his hand, pushing your fingers into his toffee colored locks, and pull him into you. He moans but then moves back from your embrace.

“Clearly this isn't teaching you any manners. I'm going to have to do a better job.”

Without any warning, Paz then lifts you up in a fireman's carry and hauls you off to the bedroom. You shout and pointlessly drum on his back to put you down. He responds with a smack to you ass that you can feel through your skirts.

Paz drops you onto the bed without ceremony and quickly positions himself over you. His large frame fills your vision entirely. The fabric of his shirt is pulled tight against his muscles, providing you with a delightful show, and you notice the obvious flush running down his neck.

“Now I'm going to give you one more chance here, darlin’. You get yourself undressed right now and with no fuss, or I'm going to tear that pretty dress right off you.”

A rush of desire courses through you. As tempting as that sounds, this is one of your newer outfits and you'd rather not spend tomorrow trying to mend it back together.

You shamelessly start to undress. Paz's gaze is heavy and eager. He looks exceedingly pleased with himself, convinced that you've decided to show him some manners. Poor cowboy doesn't know what you have planned.

Paz removes his vest and shirt, pulling back from his position over you. It provides the perfect opportunity. As he leans back over your now bare form, you quickly kick your feet up and plant them firmly on his chest. Despite Paz's size, your legs are powerful enough to keep him at bay.

His eyes widen in surprise for a moment before clouding over again. “Just what do you think you're doing, mesh'la?”

Your smile is wicked. “Nothing, riduur.”

You trail one of your hands along your body – Paz's eyes tracking them like a bounty that's close to getting away. You can feel the rumble in his chest as you slowly wind downwards.

“Don't you dare,” he warns as your intentions become clear.

You disregard him entirely and continue your path, not stopping until you've sunk a finger into yourself. The noise Paz makes is choked. Your pleasure doesn't last very long.

After only a few strokes, Paz makes his move. He backs away from your legs, quickly catching one under his arm and tearing your hand away from yourself. You would think the way his chest heaves is purely due to anger if it weren't for the obvious tent at the front of his jeans.

His large hand cups and covers your sex. You wait with bated breath to see what he'll do next. “Looks like I've got my work cut out for me,” he says and plunges one of his thick fingers into you.

Another day and you'd be embarrassed by how wet you've gotten. It's an afterthought at the moment. One of his fingers feels better than any and all of your attempts to feel full while he was gone. The noise he pulls from you is wanton and needy.

“This what you need?” Paz asks. “Something to fill that little pussy of yours? Will that stop making you act like a goddamn brat?”

As good as you feel, your anger hasn't been snubbed out. “You think that's filling me?”

You watch as that comment makes something bigger within him snap. It makes your heart race with anticipation. In a flash, Paz has taken a seat on the edge of the bed and stretched your body over his knees. You hardly recall the feeling of his grip around your ankles.

His hands are greedy – touching and grabbing at every inch of your flesh. Just as you're about to make another comment, his hand comes down hard on your ass. You jump, hissing at the sting.

“Is this what happens when I'm gone for too long?” Paz asks. His hand cracks over your ass again. “You forget your manners?”

You anticipate another sharp smack, but he surprises you with a soothing touch. His hand then glides over your curves and he presses two fingers into your pussy. The slight burn of the stretch is perfect. “Forget who this cunt belongs to?”

There's nothing gentle about the pace he sets. It's punishing, making your arousal drip down your thighs. He adjusts his fingers to find your clit, nearly overwhelming you completely. There's nothing you can do in this position but take it.

Your orgasm inches ever closer. Paz’s fingers glide over that spot you can never seem to find yourself, making you clench around him. His demeaning tsk glides past your ears. He changes his rhythm slightly and just as you're about to make that final leap he stops – going so far as to remove his hand from you entirely.

You whip your head around to glare at him over your shoulder. The look on Paz's face makes you finally understand Din when he calls it punchable. “Only good girls get to cum,” he says, punctuating his words with another light spank. You could really kill him now. Unluckily for him, you are capable of much worse.

You're not blind when it comes to your husband. You know his virtues just as well as his faults and although it has improved, his pride is still easy to take advantage of.

“Do you want to be good for me, mesh'la?” Paz asks. It's sweet that he thinks he has the upper hand.

You don't answer. Instead, you crawl off his lap and move to take off his trousers. Paz thinks this is a good sign. He really ought to know better. Maybe three weeks away made him forget who he belongs to.

His position on the bed is perfect for you. The self-sure grin tells you he doesn't suspect a thing. It's easy to further distract him by trailing gentle kisses along his body. You're relieved to see no further injuries he may have been stupidly trying to hide. It wouldn't be the first time.

You smile as Paz's eyes slip closed. He's so predictable.

Rather than settling yourself between his legs or on his lap, you turn around. He doesn't even catch on until you have his wrists pinned with your feet. You wrap your lips around his cock, humming as you hear Paz growl with frustration. In this position he's only able to look – not touch.

The pace you set is just as unrelenting as the one he used on you. He can do little more than moan as you overwhelm him with pleasure.

Although there's no way to know for certain, you know Paz can't take his eyes off of you. Even if he wants to, the temptation is too strong for his eyes to close. You're so tantalizingly close, so fully on display, that he's powerless. It's not long before his bravado crumbles.

“Dar- darlin’ please. You've made your point, just, ah, let me touch you.”

You don't give into him just yet. As sweet as he sounds when he begs, you aren't satisfied yet. His hips jolt as you redouble your efforts. You missed the weight of him on your tongue and the ache in your jaw.

“Please,” Paz continues to beg. “I can see the way you're clenching, let me take care of that for you.”

You can feel your wetness dripping down your leg at this point. Paz tenses beneath you, his breath hitching. You're finally able to take your revenge.

You pull off of him, only leaving your hand to lightly squeeze at his base. You even sit up slightly, hiding yourself from his view. You sacrifice your pin, but it's worth it with your objective already achieved.

Paz wastes no time. You're flipped onto your back, his large frame once again filling your vision. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?” you ask, throwing his words back at him.

Thankfully he looks more amused than annoyed. “Can't help yourself can you?”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to you. “Just shut up and fuck me already.”

His lips muffle your moans as he pushes into you. He groans back in response, relishing the way you open up to him. Despite his size there's no resistance. Neither of you will last long like this.

Words are beyond you both. Your nails dig into the meat of his shoulder – the other hand tangled into his hair. Paz holds you steady with one of his big hands on your hips. He trails hot kisses down your neck and onto your chest, no doubt making bruises rise. Normally you'd care more about making him stop. You do have an appearance to uphold in town.

Pleasure overwhelms you, your face twisting with it. There's no time or point in giving him warning. Paz lets himself go as you do, your peaks combining into one.

You miss his weight as soon as he rolls off. He lays back onto the pillows and you're quick to follow, using his chest as yours.

It's quiet as you both come down from your highs. There's a tension that still lingers in the air.

You trace idle loops above his heart, taking note of a few more grays making themselves known in his smattering of chest hair. You're unwilling to burst this small bubble just yet. Paz does it for you.

“Care to tell me what had you all worked up?” he asks. “I'm smart enough to know it wasn't just this.”

“What makes you think this had anything to do with it?” you challenge.

Paz squares you with a truly incredulous look. “I'm not that stupid, neither.”

You sigh. He could have at least given you both a moment longer in the afterglow. “I already told you in the kitchen. You said you'd talk to me before you left again.”

He scrubs a beleaguered hand over the uninjured half of his face. “S'not like I really had the time, darling. We have to move fast when a trail gets picked up or we'll lose ‘em. Either to distance or other hunters.”

“I am not asking for much, Paz. A bit more of a warning. A kiss before you saddle up and ride out. Nothing more.”

You wish you could ask for more. Ask him to never take another job – to never leave you again. To hang up his holster and spurs to live out a nice, quiet life with you until you're old and gray. You can't though.

Asking for him to change would be asking for a different man. All you can do is sit by, pray to any higher power that might exist, and hope that he'll come home to you. A moment's more time with him before he leaves again doesn't feel like too big a request. It's not too much change.

Paz still looks frustrated. He pulls you off of his side and onto his body so that you're on top of him. His hand reaches up, thumb brushing over your cheek. You do the same, but make your best attempt to smooth away his worry lines.

“I can't have you asking me to stay,” he finally says.

“What?” You don't understand what he means.

“If I agree- if I tell you when and where I'm headed, you can't ask me to stay.”

“Paz, I don't-”

“If you ask me to stay, I won't go and I can't have that. Din can't have that. He needs a partner to make sure he'll come home to his boy and I'm the only one dumb enough to join him every time. So I can't have you asking me to stay.”

Your anger finally dissipates as his words sink in. He's still not completely forgiven, which you'll be sure to let him know, but you can allow yourself to soften. There's a look in his eyes you've never seen before. It's almost fearful.

“I won't ask you that,” you promise. “I just need you to share a little more with me.”

You run your fingers through his hair, noting that the curly ends are starting to become just a bit too long. Maybe you'll convince him to sit down for a trim tonight before he takes matters into his own hands and shaves it all clean off.

“Thank you, riduur.” Paz smiles. “Now, can I get my proper welcome home?”

You scoff and swat at his chest, this time far more playful than before. “There's some dinner on the stove for you,” you tell him, pointing to the kitchen.

Paz grins, wide and sharklike. “I've already got my meal here.”

A/N: Yeah I'm aware this being a Western AU wasn't a major component here but that's why this is my fic so ya know, I can do what I want

#paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla x you #paz vizsla fanfic #paz vizsla #star wars fanfic #crasis writes

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deatheatet · 8 months

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I've seen a lot of "IF PAZ LIVED AU" and she always joins the Na'vi but here are my opinions for it (headcannons sort of)

Paz stayed behind because Quaritch lied about when they were leaving so she was with spider when they left (She was cussing him like a dog in Spanish,when he got back it was gonna be 10 times worse)

But he didn't come back instead standing with Parker and the science pukes with her son in her hip inside hells gate,here come's Jake Sully and his little native wife as well as others

She didn't know what was going on but she looked for Quaritch for 10 minutes before Parker walked over to her

"I-.... I'm sorry Paz" and handed her the Colonel's dog tags

Paz stared at the tags for a second or two before she tilted her head back and looked back at the tags her hand over her mouth crying, something she never did in front of anyone but Miles

Jake had watched with a curious look because he didn't know what her connection was to Quaritch

Paz laid with little spider cuddling to her chest holding on to her dog tags that night

Mo'at met Paz visiting Hells Gate with Jake one day and was horrified to learn that Jake intended to put spider in cryo when it could kill him to send him back to earth

She fought Jake, Neytiri,Arwkey,and others to let Paz stay because she had her daughter taken from her,she would NOT willingly put another mother through having to leave or lose her child,after Jake suggested sending Paz back only to send spider back when he was older

In the end Arwkey's mate,Inkeyni and her mate,and most elder's sided with Mo'at,Jake Sully could not force Paz Socorro and her son to leave Pandora

Paz later got a visit from Jake after he had discovered she was Quaritch's lover and Baby Mama

Paz after hearing one worthless, absolutely Pathetic, severely insincere apology from Jake told him to get the fuck out before she shot him

When Jake turned to leave she said this

"You wanna know my babies name Sully? It's Miles Sully. I named him after his daddy"

Jake was pissed and sure Paz had just named him that to get under his skin... It worked better than he wished

But after the war and Jake figures out Neytiri is pregnant.. he usually was found most nights at late hours getting drunk with Paz,the only other person who would understand his thoughts, even though they hated each other

Paz made sure her son knew everything his daddy did but wasn't one sided with it like the Na'vi who said he was a monster while Paz accurately said he did bad things for the right reason and spider agreed with Paz

Spider met Kiri and since he couldn't say it right called her "Kitty" for the first five years of knowing her

Paz loved Kiri because she was a sweetheart little girl who didn't shun her son for being a demon

Paz also will refer to Kiri as Miha or Mi Nina my daughter and my girl

Paz first met Lo'ak while he was trying to show Jake a picture of an Ikran he drew but Jake had gotten very annoyed with it and hissed at Lo'ak to leave him alone for 5 seconds while he did something

Paz had gotten very pissed at Jake but walked over and asked Lo'ak if he would show her his picture which he did and Paz asked if she could keep it because it was so pretty. Lo'ak happily said yes and was all smiles the rest of the day

But the harder Jake and Neytiri got on Lo'ak as he got older the more he drifted to Paz as an affectionate parental figure.

Accidentally called her Mama in English once after getting in trouble for fighting by Jake and Jake Jerking a knot in his tail (Not literally but you get the drift)

Paz was very upset as to why he freaked out so badly about an accident but told him if he wanted to call her Mama he could

He did so often and Kiri seeing the very clear favoritism her parents showed her and Neteyam and Tuk she drifted away some as well.

Kiri calls Paz Sanu(Mom/Mama) and calls Jake and Neytiri Sempul(Father) and Sanok(Mother)

Lo'ak calls them the same thing

Paz has a scrap book with pictures of her and spider,her and Lo'ak and her and Kiri. The kids made a full page for her birthday they planned themselves

Lo'ak wrote under a picture of him being hugged by her after getting his Ikran " Happy Birthday Mama❤️"

Kiri wrote under a picture of her hugging Paz's shoulders and leaning over her shoulder on the side "I love you Sanu" and "Happy Birthday Sanu" below it

And spider wrote under a picture of her hugging his shoulders from behind with her head on top of his "I love you Mami"

Paz also calls Lo'ak Miho and Mi nino like she does spider

Lo'ak and spider came back from the village one day after getting hit and not fighting back. Paz said this

" I don't give one flying fuck if Sully gets mad someone lays a hand on you or Kiri and Tuk you put them flat on their ass and make damn sure to hurt'em"

Argued and won against Jake afterwards

Mo'at and Paz became very close due to understanding each other very well

Paz and Kiri have weekly girl sleepovers and girl talks mostly about boys and men that are hot (Paz The men of the clan/Unmated) Kiri usually spider is her number 1(Paz knew about the crushes before they started) would talk about boys who had already passed the rites of passage (Ikeniyi's clan). She thought they were more attractive and mature than her clan.

Paz was the first person Kiri told when a boy from Ikeniyi's clan started courting her(Right after she got her Ikran) Paz threatened him within an inch of his life

Okay I think I've been at this for way to long now so any readers I apologize for making you read so much but vote please

Also feel free to suggest or request a one-shot from me

#paz socorro #miles quaritch #jake sully #spider socorro #miles socorro #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #kiri sully #lo'ak sully #tuktirey #Ikeniyi #Arwkey #mo'at #parker selfridge

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thecoffeelorian · 18 days

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4/12/2024

Hello again, everyone...

Firstly, I just wanted to say that I think I'm more or less answering my own question from last week, specifically in that I'm hoping to capture all of the moments that canon either didn't think of or else could have included but chose not to, finding other artists and writers who feel as strongly as I do, and then passing all of that missing knowledge onto the ones that want it the most.

For example...I wanted to make sure that Omega and Crosshair weren't secretly (still) chipped, but that moment never came even though Captain Rex himself suggested that everyone not confirmed to be without one was a ticking time bomb.

I wanted to see Omega and Crosshair discuss the loss of Tech onscreen, but even though these two both had a clear relationship with him, that moment never came.

And lastly I want to see CX-2's face to know who he is under that mask...but, tragically, though I'm not the only one who has suspicions, that moment might not come.

This and a growing list of unaddressed content is pretty much the difficulty I've had from the very start of this thing, so...maybe that's my real purpose here. Maybe, alongside a lot of other talented artists and writers, I'm meant to help fill in the blanks for others as well as myself, if only to make the growing list of unresolved issues that this show has had since the beginning not feel so overwhelming any more.

Maybe we were also always meant to start telling our own tales about these mega-corporate creations, and in so doing, change them from some way to rake in more cash and give them more personality, more likes and dislikes, more history, heck, possibly even more life if it means our own lives aren't so isolated and confined to the rules of some CEO in a suit.

So, whether or not we follow their social media accounts, watch their shows, and buy their merchandise...I hope none of us ever stop building our own myths and legends about these heroes. Whatever we do or wherever we go, I hope we don't stop creating.

Now...with that thought in mind, let's get to the weekly picks.

The Bad Batch Fan Art

Omega, Crosshair, and Tech by @doodlingfoolishness

Captain Baja Blast by @evefangirl

CX-2 by @keeradaks

Captain Howzer by @thespianwtch

The Bad Batch Fan Fiction

Consequence by @the-kittylorian-writes

Food Fight by @buckybarnes-and-noble

A Rest by Tanwyn

The Clone Wars Fan Art

Let's go to work by @thassakolti0

Happy Spring by @coline7373

Hardcase by @clone-trooper-cheese

The Clone Wars Fanfiction

Forget Me Not by @jedi-princess-kestis

The Mandalorian Fanart

Paz Vizsla by @gqe-leh

Tales Of The Empire Fanart

Barriss Offee by @raidantra

She's baaack!! by @master-tired

Barriss Offee by @revanknightwoman

And so, in order to support all our writers and artists, please check out the links I included above, like, comment, and reblog as you would with anyone else.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time. Thank you, good morning, and good luck.

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girlswhowantboystobegirls · 2 months

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This is my girltwinkboyfriend ♡ Leo Valdez x Genderfluid!Reader

summary: Leo loves your drastic changes in styling and clothing when you feel more masculine, feminine or neither.

prompt???:

"Wassup, boygirlpersonfriend?"

"Wassup, loverboy?"

740-ish words (it's short but it fueled me with serotonin)

warnings: use of spanish (dont worry bbgs i translated it to english. papi's home), i didn't use bad words this time (i tried hard not to)

tags: established relationship, reader tends to communicate their genderfluidity through styling, clothing and perhaps behavior, Leo is madly in love, bi!Leo, unspecified sexuality for reader (but they are head over heels for their boyfriend)

a/n: I'm definitely projecting. But I suppose there are loads of people like me, so I'm doing a favor to all the liquid gender fellas.

♡ ☆ ♡

Leo wasn't one to absolutely adore changes. He did freak out whenever you came with a cute outfit though.

This time you are wearing a maxi skirt, combat boots and a shirt. Nothing really new on the oufit, maybe your earrings or necklaces you used to complement a little.

Yet Leo wouldn't shut up about it.

— Wassup, girlboypersonfriend? — he greeted while having his flirty demeanor on.

— Wassup, loverboy? — you answered with a grin. Your boyfriend's face soon had a wide, loving smile.

— How are you feeling today? — he asked. He wasn't only saying it for you to say 'good, thanks, you?', at this point it was casual for you to reply with that and add how your gender felt like that day.

Leo couldn't stop looking at you, and it was funny because the combat boots did the height difference even more evident.

— I feel fine. Bonita, even — you joked. The Hephaestus' son had showed you latino memes quite often —. How do you feel?

— Awesome — he pulled you into a tight hug. The height difference was funny at this point, you almost surpassed him a whole head.

Leo looked up at you, not breaking the hug yet:—. Y sí pienso que eres muy bonita, pero con esas botas uno no puede besar a su noviecita en paz* — he talked at a normal speed (at least not in actual Latino speed, just so you could understand).

* And I do think you are pretty, but with those boots I can't kiss my cute girlfriend in peace.

— Then I will kiss you — you said as you grabbed his chin and you had to lower your height a little for your lips to meet. You both felt euphoric.

Leo didn't stop complimenting you through the day, even when you weren't near (which was strange enough so it only happened like two times)

Leo liked all your days.

☆

Masculine ones weren't an exception. And it was his personal favorite when you had one of his tshirts on.

That day you had a long sleeved turtleneck, a pair of long shorts and (fueling Leo's obsession) one of his few graphic tees he ocassionaly left in your cabin after he snuck out to sleep for the night.

It was a cold weather day, but how could you feel it when you had your heater significant other always hugging you and giving you kisses?

— I love how combat boots look on you, but I like it more when you aren't so far, principe — he gazed at you dearingly while hugging you, you did the same to him. Leo saying prince in Spanish could be one of your new addictions, the euphoria it gave you on that certain day was indescribable.

— Well, well, media naranja, aren't you such a Romeo? — you teased him. And he loved how you said he was your soulmate, he truly agreed.

Leo rested his head on the space between your shoulder and neck, and he squealed like a fangirl who just saw a fanart of her favorite couple. He would have started kicking the air if he didn't know he could accidentally hit you, and he definitely didn't want that (not since that time he burned your hand without wanting to, he was just so in love!)

— Tan tiernooo — you said, not minding his little excited sounds. Now you were calling him cute in his favorite language to speak when being way too in love.

— If anything, you are the sexy one, yo soy el loco* — he joked and gave you a kiss on your neck and went back to resting in his space.

*I'm the crazy one

— Nah, you are the hot one, in any way possible — you gave him a kiss on the head and he went back to squealing as if he was on his pillow, trying to let his damn crushing for his partner out (spoiler: he couldn't).

The camp was already used to your loving actions and you both going crazy.

— Aren't they just made for each other? — Jason looked at you and your boyfriend from a long distance along with Piper.

— Yeah. I can feel both of them's cheesiness from here. It's really cute — the girl smiled, also happy for you both.

Leo's days were better when you were there.

Your days were better when Leo looked at you.

☆

a/n 2: kicking the air rn. This is the bare minimum for me. If you are not this type of hopelessly in love, it's below standards.

#im combusting #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson #riordanverse #genderfluid #bisexual #Spotify

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this-world-of-beautiful-monsters · 4 months

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prompt: i am BEGGING on my knees for more recom!paz, maybe the moment that she and spider met? does he recognise her? he was only a baby when she died, but he kept her picture

(tw past csa, past torture, trauma, violent thoughts)

ao3

It's the hair that grabs his attention first--most recoms don't have curly hair, or if they do they don't grow it out long enough to see. She's got it pulled back, though, not like in the--

in the--

but the sight makes his guts twist anyway. He recognizes the outline of those curls, the same ways he sees in the mirror whenever he takes his braids out. He doesn't take his braids out a whole lot.

She steps into the clearing, gun hanging loosely at her side (shouldn't she be in the sky? is he wrong? let him be wrong). The grass crinkles under her boots the way Quaritch's used to and Spider flinches, pressing his back against the tree.

He tries to tell himself, firmly, that history isn't repeating--he's got a gun now, he's fought in battles, he's faced torture and worse, he's dangerous. He tries to tell himself that, but his hands still hang limp at his sides and he can't breathe right.

Another step, eyes flicking over him--once, a threat assessment, second, a look of confusion. Third, and she stops dead, eyes going wide.

You got your mama's eyes, Quaritch used to pant over and over again as he fucked Spider senseless. That's how I knew you. And...and he's not quite right, not anymore. The pupils are different, the irises, dark brown switched out for searing yellow.

But the shape is the same. And every time he's glimpsed himself shocked, stunned, thrown off his axes and spinning in the dark--he sees it again, in her.

She stumbles forward, like she's about to collapse, a lock of hair swaying from her ponytail, and Eywa, she looks even more like that stupid photo now. Propping herself on a tree, jaw working, more stunned than Quaritch had been, maybe.

"Miles?" she gasps.

And--and. Miles knows what she is, he knows (even if he took her name, even if he got her picture, and learned Spanish along with English to speak her first language, even if he spent his whole fucking childhood telling himself that she hadn't been at Kelutral, that it wasn't anyone's fault she got caught in the Soul Tree crossfire but that doesn't mean she would have done anything, fantasizing about her turning her guns on the enemy and going down a hero like Trudy Chacon had just to trick himself into thinking his family tree wasn't completely fucking rotten).

But he can't go for his gun. Not even now, with her off balance like this. And he can't snarl nobody calls me that, like he had with Quaritch in the woods, when it was so easy to reject his father, before Quaritch sunk his hands so deep into Spider's brain and body it might never come out.

She could do that, Spider knows. She could do worse, if he let her, if he stands in this burning fucking house and refuses to listen to his instincts, refuses to run or fight.

He knows this, and his hands still twitch at his sides, desperate to reach up. Like he's a little kid who's broken his arm again, screaming for his mommy the way the Sully kids always did when they were hurt or scared, even though he's over that, he is, he--

"Mom," he chokes out, like a good son. Like a good boy, his daddy's good boy, his mama's.

"Oh--" Paz Socorro crashes to her knees in the dirt, throws her arms around him before he has a chance to react. "Oh, dios mio." Pulling him close, muscled arms digging into his back, she smells like Quaritch had in the woods, blood and polish, sweat and dirt, gunmetal and smoke--but instead of Quaritch's sharp cologne there's a softer smell of conditioner, shampoo.

"Baby." She pulls him back to look him over and tears well in her eyes--because of the scar or the tewng, he can't be sure. "Oh, baby. My baby.” Pulling close again as she sobs in his ear, her tears dampening his hair and washing down his back like rain.

"It's okay," Spider says, arms wrapped around her sides instead of going for a knife or a gun like he should. "It's okay, Mom." It's a lie, and it's the only truth left in his fucked-up world. "I'm here."

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 11 months

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Cute Noccoro tropes please?

Hi! I am not totally sure if you meant headcanons or tropes. If I answered this in a way you didn't mean, please let me know! I'm gonna answer with tropes I think work really well with nocorro though. So, let's get into it!

-Friends to lovers, this is just their lives. There is something so entirely wholesome about sweet children Neteyam and Spider just growing into each other despite all the adversity.

-Work adversaries, lol. This would have to be in that vague au where Spider was also an Olo'eyktan's son (I think we had Paz as the Olo'ekte for that) or one where Jake and Quaritch were business adversaries or something. Maybe Neytiri's family runs a non-profit that spends half their time protesting against whatever shady bullshit Quaritch's company is trying to achieve. The idea of Spider and Neteyam both being older children molded to be their father's replacements is so fun and juicy. Plot twist though, Neteyam is obsessed with living up to that image, and Spider wants to be as antithetical as possible. The drama comes from them both trying to figure out of they are using each other or not.

-Soul mates, I don't even have to expand on this one.

-Same with forbidden love/star crossed lovers.

-Second chance; okay picture this guys. Neteyam and Spider have always loved each other, and have always kept it to themselves. It isn't until Neteyam is dying, bleeding out on the rocks, that Neteyam tells Spider. He has nothing left to loose, he is dying. Tragic confession and then he passes out. He will be damned if he dies without them finally out loud acknowledging his feelings. Spider's crying and shaking him and saying he loves him back and he can't just say that and die! But, surprise surprise, he fucking lives. Now they have to awkwardly deal with the consequences???

Spider: obviously, I love you too, but why did you have to tell me in front of everyone??

Neteyam: Well, I didn't think I was going to have to lIVE WITH IT, now did I?

#lol #there's also a universe where spider is pISSED when neteyam wakes up #like yOU WERE GONNA SAY THAT AND THEN D I E??#THAT WAS THE GRAND PLAN??#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #neteyam sully #nocorro #jake sully #miles quaritch #neytiri sully #paz socorro #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)#we are mindmelding get in

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Security - Chapter 57: Redemption

summary: Din receives his redemption from the covert and finds a way to thank Astra for her companionship and strength.

warnings: non-descriptive sexual content, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff

rating: M

word count: 6.424k

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chapter 57: redemption

Din exhales a breath of relief when the familiar planet comes into view. Despite the rather quick trip through hyperspace, every minute spent apart from his family has been torturous. It had been too close of a call back on Kalevala. While Bo-Katan had every right to want to attack the TIE Interceptors for what they did to her home, Din couldn’t stop thinking about Astra and the kids being at the heart of the conflict. He was lucky his pleas worked.

As Din leads their descent onto the planet, he decides to reach out to Bo again via the comms. “I’m bringing us to a Mandalorian covert,” he informs her. “This is how we have survived in exile.”

Bo’s response is flat. “I’m familiar.”

“It’s a secret location and you are our guest,” Din goes on. He aches when he glances back and sees Astra’s empty seat.

“They still live by the old ways,” Bo reminds him.

“Yes,” Din confirms. “It will go smoother if you keep your helmet on. Trust me.”

Bo-Katan scoffs, but Din’s not listening to her any longer. He can hear high-pitched rambling in the background, no doubt the voice of his daughter. His heart does a backflip in his chest just at the thought of her. Being somewhere safe after their tumultuous journey has made Din feel as if he can finally be a proper father again, though he’s certain Astra would scold him for having such a thought. You’re always an incredible father, she would insist. But Zora’s wailing is loud within his haunted mind and all he wants now is to hold her and remind her they’re all safe.

Din lands the N-1 just outside the mouth of the covert’s cave, urging Bo-Katan to do the same with the Gauntlet. He’s quick to open his canopy and stand in his seat to survey the area. Paz’s shadow looms by the cave, but otherwise, the rest of the covert’s chosen to remain hidden for now. Din glances over at the Gauntlet and a weight falls off his armored shoulders when he sees Bo-Katan leading his family down the boarding ramp.

Din all but jumps out of his ship and walks as quickly as his boots can take him over to them. He sets one hand on Astra’s shoulder and the other upon her cheek. “Hey,” he breathes, his voice hushed. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Astra assures him with a smile and a nod. She lifts her hand to cover his. “I’m glad to see that you are, too.”

Din returns her nod. His visor shifts to the closed pod at her side. “And the kids?”

“As happy as ever. I told Grogu to keep the pod closed for now.” Astra takes his hand from her face and laces her fingers with his. She gives the cave a nervous glance, and when Din’s own gaze follows it, he can see more of the covert emerging. “Are you ready for this?”

Din gives her hand a squeeze. “More than I can say.” He keeps Astra’s hand in his even as he steps aside and faces Bo-Katan. “Let me handle this.”

Bo nods, allowing Din to take the lead. The three of them make their way across the sandy shore, the pod following them. The distance between them and the covert closes more and more without the Mandalorians’ grips on their weapons loosening. Frustration starts to boil within Din’s chest as Paz steps forward. “Come no further.” Paz’s voice hides no disgust. “You are an apostate, Din Djarin.”

Din stops and rests his weight on his hip. He’s aware of the way Astra draws herself closer to his side. “No longer.” He nods for further assurance. “I have been to the mines of Mandalore.”

“Impossible.” Paz approaches Din even more. “The mines were collapsed in the Purge. The planet is cursed.”

Din composes himself with a quick breath. He gains the faith to drop Astra’s hand and take one more step forward. “These are lies meant to keep us in exile.”

Paz’s cuirass rises and falls in a heavy breath he doesn’t try to hide. “How do we know that it is not you who is lying?”

“He speaks the truth,” Bo-Katan speaks up. Din turns over his shoulder to look back at her. Her gloved hand rests on Astra’s shoulder as if she’s stopped his wife from making an approach at Paz. Din can’t help chuckling to himself at the thought of it. “We were both witnesses.” She gestures to herself and Astra.

“And who are you, Nite Owl?” Paz inquires.

Bo hesitates with a tilt of her helmet. When she answers, she steps closer to Paz. “I am Bo-Katan of Clan Kryze.”

Paz all but scoffs. “Your House has fallen from the Way. You are both apostates.”

Din’s patience begins to run out, especially with the desperate weight of his family’s weariness behind him. “We have been to the Living Waters.” He lets the Mandalorians whisper amongst themselves as he takes the canister off his belt. He offers it to Paz. “I bring proof.”

Paz considers Din’s words, his helmet tilting as his visor looks Din up-and-down. He starts to back away as he responds. “We shall see.” He stands aside enough to let Din pass through.

Din doesn’t hesitate. He starts to make his way inside the cave, intent on ending this as soon as possible. Astra walks quickly enough to join him at his side once again. Din looks over at her and observes her expression that’s written in frustration and anger of her own. He sets his free hand upon her back and leans close to speak quietly to her. “It’s all right,” he assures her. “Paz doesn’t have the final say. The Armorer will verify this proof.”

Astra’s jaw hardens as she glances back at the blue-armored Mandalorian. “Well, someone’s got to put him in his place,” she mutters.

“While I usually wouldn’t protest,” Din huffs to himself, “we don’t want to make more of a scene right now.”

Astra’s hands tighten into fists at her sides. “That’s the only thing holding me back.”

Despite the tension surrounding them, Din can’t help smiling at his wife’s protective words. He keeps her close as their children’s pod floats on his other side. They lead the way into the Armorer’s makeshift forge, where she stands with her back turned to them as she heats something over the flames. Din and Astra stop with the crowd of Mandalorians at their back. Bo-Katan stands a few steps to their side.

“Din Djarin claims to have bathed in the Living Waters,” Paz announces to the Armorer. Din doesn’t miss the side-eye Astra gives him at his choice of words.

The Armorer doesn’t turn as she responds. “Is this true?”

“It is,” Din assures her. “I have proof.”

The Armorer considers his words as she starts to face him. Din offers the vial of water to her once she reaches for it. As he closes the distance between them to give it to her, Bo-Katan speaks up. “I was witness.” Din keeps his focus on the Armorer as she goes on. “He fell into the depths and I pulled him out.”

“I also was witness,” Astra adds. Din moves back to her side for comfort, both hers as well as his own. “I started to go into the depths, but…” she hesitates, “I wasn’t as well-equipped.”

The Armorer listens and makes her way over to another part of the forge. Tense silence blankets the air as she opens the vial and pours the water out. Din holds his breath and hangs on to every word she has yet to say. Astra shifts her weight at his side.

“He speaks the truth,” the Armorer finally announces. “These are indeed the Living Waters.”

Din exhales and every weight he’s carried ever since Morak goes with his breath. His quest is complete. His vow to the Creed is restored. His family is together, and safe. At long last…

“Din Djarin, you are redeemed,” the Armorer finishes his thought for him. “This is the Way.”

The Mandalorians repeat her words. “This is the Way.”

Din looks over at Astra, who returns his glance with a gaze full of pride and relief she doesn’t bother hiding. “This is the Way,” she whispers just for him. He can’t resist taking a gentle hold on her chin to pull her head to his helmet for a quick Keldabe kiss, despite their audience.

It nearly makes Din miss what the Armorer says next. “And Bo-Katan Kryze, by Creed, you too are redeemed.”

Din and Astra separate fast enough to look over at Bo. He goes still and tries to read their ally, but she’s also gone frozen. “But I do not walk the Way,” Bo reminds the Armorer.

The Armorer starts to approach Bo. “Did you bathe in the waters?”

Bo nods. “I did.”

“And have you removed your helmet since?”

Din and Astra share another glance while Bo pauses. “No, I have not.”

“Then you may join our covert and live as your ancestors once did.” When Bo offers an uncertain tilt of her helmet in response, the Armorer goes on. “You may leave anytime you wish. Until then, you are one of us.” The Armorer nods. “Welcome, Bo-Katan of Clan Kryze. This is the Way.”

“This is the Way,” the Mandalorians chorus once again.

“Astra Djarin,” the Armorer addresses Din’s wife. Din watches Astra’s eyes widen as the Mandalorian faces her. “You also entered the waters?”

Astra nods. “As much as I could manage before Bo-Katan stopped me.”

“Then you, too, have become one of us.”

Astra furrows her brow while Din’s chest tightens with an admiration he can’t begin to process. “But I don’t have a helmet, or any armor at that. I didn’t take the Creed.” She shakes her head and shifts her weight, her voice and her gaze lowering. “I’m not a Mandalorian.”

Din wants to gently scold her for saying such a thing, but the Armorer beats him to it. “You took Mandalorian vows the day you wed Din Djarin, did you not?”

Astra looks back up at her, the knit in her brow loosening as she nods.

“You vowed to share all with Din Djarin. That includes his redemption.” The Armorer returns Astra’s nod. “You are one of us. Welcome, Astra of Clan Djarin.” She looks between both Din and Astra as she finishes. “This is the Way.”

The Mandalorians chorus together one last time. “This is the Way.” They all start to approach Din, Astra, and Bo-Katan with celebratory pats on their shoulders, but Din’s not paying any mind to them. He can only look at Astra Djarin, his wife. His Mandalorian wife.

She’s more precious to him than any redemption could ever be. If that’s not something she’s already aware of, he’s going to make sure she knows it.

“There’s no doubt your journey has left you weary,” the Armorer breaks through Din’s short yet sweet reverie. “Paz Vizsla, show Din Djarin’s family to their quarters. I will escort Bo-Katan Kryze.”

Paz nods and turns to Din and Astra. “Follow me,” he directs, his voice low.

Din takes Astra’s hand once again as they follow Paz through the tunnels of the cave the covert’s managed to hide within. It reminds Din of the ones on Nevarro, though these are more spacious. It’s as if they’ve been carved into the stone to support families like Din’s own. It relieves him, even if he wishes to provide his family with something even better. At least they’re starting their new forever somewhere that isn’t inside a ship’s walls.

“Here.” Paz stops at a curtained-off entrance that’s isolated from all the others. “This has been reserved for a family of your size.” He gestures with his gloved hand for them to enter. “Someone will be by shortly with a meal.”

Din nods at Paz. “Thank you,” he says, his voice strained with genuine gratitude. Paz returns his nod before he walks off, leaving Din, Astra, and the pod at their sides. Din turns to his wife and pulls the curtain aside for her. She smiles and presses her hand upon his cuirass as she passes him, stepping inside the space made just for them. Her touch lingers as a ghost of warmth upon his chest as Din follows her inside.

The stone’s been carved into three separate rooms, with a large living space separating the other two along with thick-woven curtains. Lights already illuminate the area amidst the darkness of the cave’s structures. It’s been furnished enough to provide a place for eating meals, and when Din takes a quick look inside both the bedrooms, he sees makeshift beds that put to shame anything they’ve had to sleep on since leaving Mos Espa—aside from Nevarro’s inn.

“It’s like they knew we’d be coming here,” Astra says, an edge of amusement to her voice. Din looks at her and his stomach flutters at the pure joy in her brightened gaze. “I love it.”

Din’s lips start to curl up into a smile. “You do?”

Astra nods and shares her own grin. “I really do. And you know why?” She approaches him and wraps her arms around his waist, resting her chin upon his cuirass. “Because it’s ours.”

Din doesn’t know what to do in his amazement of her. He brings his gloved hands to the sides of her face to at least ground himself somehow, watching as her eyes blink slowly up at him. “It is,” he manages to respond through the sweet lump in his throat. The events of this journey and all the ones that came before it replay in his mind as he goes on. “You deserve this.” He shakes his helmet. “You deserve even more than this.”

“I don’t need more.” Astra turns her head to kiss the leather on one of his gloves before she rests her cheek against his cuirass, her eyes closed in content. “I have everything I need right here.”

Din can’t compose a response to that. All he can do is wrap an arm around her and secure her head in place against him. There’s still much left to discuss about their journey and what’s to come now that it’s over, but in this moment, none of that matters. They’ve accomplished what they set out to do, and now, they have a place with Din’s people—their people—to call home.

It may not be much, but it’s theirs. Without Astra’s loyalty and strength, none of it would’ve been possible. Din’s going to make sure she knows that.

The moment is only broken when the pod suddenly opens. Astra lifts her head from Din’s cuirass and his visor follows her gaze. Grogu coos and points at Zora as if he’s blaming her. Both Din and Astra laugh before their daughter starts to wave her arms around.

“Mama!” Zora exclaims with glee. “Papa!”

Din’s very chest goes aflame when he can finally, at long last, enjoy hearing his daughter call for him and Astra in such a way. Din looks at Astra and she nods at him, beaming. He steps away from her to approach Zora, his smile only widening as he bends down to pick her up. “Hey, Zozo,” Din greets, setting her on his hip and rocking her a few times. She bubbles over with hearty laughter and plays with the lip of his helmet. With no audience other than his family, Din doesn’t try to stop her. “I’m so, so proud of you, baby girl. You’ve been so brave.”

Zora coos and taps her forehead against Din’s helmet. She turns and points at Grogu. “Gogu!”

“You’re right.” Din keeps Zora secured on his hip as he kneels down to Grogu’s height inside the pod. “Grogu was really brave, too.” Din runs a hand over one of Grogu’s ears. “Thank you for all you did, buddy.” Grogu coos with delight as Din nods at him. “You helped to keep your family safe, especially your sister. That’s the best thing a Mandalorian could ever do.”

Din feels a hand on his shoulder and he turns his helmet to look up at Astra. Her gaze is full of the same admiration he feels for her, a wordless representation of what grows more and more in his heart with each passing day. I’m proud of you, too, Din wants to tell her now. You are strong, brave, loyal, beautiful… The list doesn’t end in his mind. But he keeps these words held to his chest for later, when he can use his actions to reinforce them.

Knocks on the stone outside the curtain draw both of them from their reveries. Din stands and hands Zora off to Astra before he walks over and pulls the thick material aside. One of his fellow Mandalorians stands there with a hovercart of food. “A meal for your family before you retire,” he announces.

Din nods and takes the cart from him. “Thank you.”

The Mandalorian nods. “This is the Way,” he says before he turns and walks away.

Din pulls the hovercart inside and secures the curtain back in place. He pushes the cart to the makeshift table and turns to face his family. “All right,” he begins with a smile, “who’s hungry?”

Both Grogu and Zora squeal with delight. Din chuckles while Astra laughs and brings Zora over to the table. Grogu takes it upon himself to flip from the pod onto one of the wooden stools. Din’s about to remove his helmet and sit with them when Astra stops him, her hand wrapped gently around his wrist. “I can get the kids fed and off to bed,” she assures him in a soft voice. “If you want to freshen up and get comfortable,” she gestures to the armor he still wears, “I can fill you in on everything while we eat.”

Din nods. He knows better than to say no to her after everything they’ve just been through. “Sure.” He glances at his children and smiles at their excited faces when Astra starts to set their plates in front of them. “I’ll say goodnight to you two when I’m back. Okay?”

They coo in acknowledgement, though their focus remains on their food. Din huffs to himself with amusement. True warriors know the value of nourishment, and his children are right on track to follow that path.

Din forces himself to leave them and push his way past the curtain that leads to his and Astra’s makeshift bedroom. It’s quite spacious given the circumstances of their living situation, with one bed and another curtain behind which lies their refresher. Din’s still impressed by the way the covert had a place like this prepared for them, especially when he sees the functioning water supply meant for freshening up. Din doesn’t take his time, instead going fast in hopes of being back with his wife and family. He’s spent enough time away from them and he has to make up for it.

The safety of their quarters allows Din to leave his beskar cleaned in the corner of their bedroom and his shirt folded on the bed for Astra. He emerges and finds the living space empty. Din continues on to the bedroom that’s across the way, pulling aside the curtain to find Astra tucking Grogu and Zora into their own little beds. She turns her head to face him as he enters, her gaze brightening as she observes him.

“Looks like that meal was satisfying,” Din says as he sits on the side of Grogu’s bed. Both his eyes as well as his sister’s are only half-open in drowsiness. “Are you two ready to get a full night of rest?”

Grogu and Zora respond with quiet coos of agreement. Din chuckles and pats Grogu’s head. He stands and kneels beside Zora’s bed, bending down and placing a gentle kiss in her tiny curls.

“We love you both very much,” Din assures their children as he stands and extends his hand to Astra. She takes it and lets him help her off Zora’s bed. Her hand laces with his own and she rests her head against him as they make their way back to the living area. Din makes sure the children’s thick curtain is secured to provide them with as much peace and quiet as possible. He exhales a soft breath as he finally focuses on his wife. “If you want to freshen up, I can take our meals into our room. I left my shirt for you.”

Astra beams and nods, her head lifting from Din before he starts to turn towards the hovercart. “Hey.” She draws his attention again before he can focus on his task. Din faces her and lets her take his face between her hands. Astra rests his forehead against hers, the dim lights dancing in her eyes as she smiles at him. “I love you.”

Din can’t help returning her smile. “I love you, too.” He cups her cheek as he draws her in for a kiss, one that’s briefer than he’d like as he forces himself to pull away. “You’ve been taking care of our family very much on this journey. I’d like to do the same for you, now. Okay?”

Astra closes her eyes with relief and nods. “Okay.” Her voice is as light as air.

“That starts with you freshening up.” Din gestures with his head to their bedroom. “I’ll be ready whenever you are.” He kisses her forehead to send her off, his gaze never leaving her until the curtain of their bedroom hides her from view. Din takes a deep breath and smiles to himself. In front of him are the cleaned-up remnants of his children’s meals with them fast asleep in their own room. Meanwhile, his wife’s refreshing herself for an evening they can steal for themselves.

These are all things Din never knew he wanted, and now that he has them, he needs them for good.

Din continues to beam to himself as he takes his and Astra’s meals into the bedroom. His shirt’s since disappeared from the bed into the curtained-off refresher with her. It only feeds the enamored flame within his chest. Din focuses on making the setup neat for her. They’re small details, but she deserves the best. She deserves everything he can offer her, if she’ll take it. But he can’t let it bubble over just yet; The shadow of their upcoming conversation still needs to pass.

Astra emerges with the same quickness Din had shown before. He openly admires her as she takes her belongings and stores them near his beskar. Astra raises an eyebrow at him with an amused grin as she joins him on the bed, sitting with her legs folded just as Din does.

“I hope your stomach is as hungry as your eyes,” Astra jokes.

Din’s face flushes, though he plays it nonchalantly with a shrug. “You can’t blame a man for loving his wife.” He takes a plate in his hand along with a piece of tip-yip that he offers to Astra. She lets him feed it to her. “His Mandalorian wife.”

Astra shakes her head and waits to respond. “That was quite a shock,” she confesses with a chuckle.

“It was well-deserved, and long overdue.” Din feeds her more. He pauses and rearranges the food on the plate. “Especially given everything that happened on this journey.”

Astra takes a deep breath and Din’s pained at the way she visibly deflates. Her gaze starts to avoid him even as she continues letting him feed both her and himself bite-by-bite. “There really isn’t much you don’t already know.” She crosses her arms over herself, her hands hiding within the long sleeves of Din’s shirt. “The droid emerged and I didn’t see what happened because of…” she gestures to her shoulder, “but Grogu was able to tell me that it had injected you with something.”

“I figured as much.” The food has started to go down heavier in Din’s throat. “It was all a blur.”

“Grogu put Zora to sleep to keep her quiet.” Astra’s words become a stream of consciousness that threaten to tear at Din’s very heart. “He led me to the cyborg’s cave. It had you in some kind of trap on a spit.” She exhales a heavy breath. Din reaches forward to take one of her hands in his own and she holds on tight to it. “I was too injured to rescue you myself. I had no choice but to ask Grogu to get to Bo-Katan for help.” Astra looks at Din with worried eyes. “I didn’t want to make him do it.”

“I know.” Din runs his thumb over her hand. “He knows that, too.” Din nods at her. “And he’s safe.”

Astra nods, swallowing hard before she goes on. “Zora and I just stayed and waited for Grogu to return with Bo. I wanted to keep an eye on you. She was asleep for a while, but then she woke up, and…” Astra hesitates.

“She called for me.” Astra looks at Din with disbelief. “That’s one of the only things I remember. I… just wasn’t sure if I had been making it up.”

“She did. She said all our names.” Astra takes a break from retelling the story when Din feeds her again. He knows well how quickly a pit is growing in her stomach and he needs her to be well-nourished. “We kept watching over you. It wasn’t long after that the cyborg stuck those tubes in you, and you were turned on your side, and something started pumping out your blood.” Astra sets her jaw and shakes her head. “I didn’t care about my injury anymore. I attacked.” She gives Din’s hand a squeeze. He returns it. “Thankfully, Bo and Grogu were right behind me.”

“Good.” Din doesn’t allow himself to think of what could’ve happened had they not been there.

“Bo and I fought it together. The cyborg had disarmed you and that’s how Bo got her hands on the Darksaber. She took it out the first time.”

Din’s brow wrinkles. “The first time?”

Astra nods. “It attacked again. You were the one who warned us.”

Din looks down at their hands and shakes his head. “I don’t remember that.”

“That’s all right.” Astra squeezes his hand and continues. “Bo and I fought again, but the cyborg managed to disarm Bo of the saber. It was near me, so I picked it up and I finished the thing off.” She clears her throat and meets Din’s gaze with her usual strength. “That’s really it. Bo helped you get to the place where you woke up. And as for what happened at the Living Waters… you already know.”

“Yeah.” Din takes a deep breath and sets the empty plate of food upon the floor of the room. He runs his free hand over his head. “Astra, I can’t imagine how hard that was for you—how hard it still is for you.” He takes both her hands in his. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Astra shakes her head. “It’s not your fault.” Her words are quiet, but meaningful. “You warned me that this would be a dangerous quest. I knew what I was signing up for by being there.” She smiles and frees one of her hands to brush her knuckles over his cheek. “Look at us now. At long last, you’re redeemed.” Her eyes shine just as bright as before, despite the darkness she just had to share. Din leans into her touch. “I would do it all again to make you feel this happy and free.”

Din composes himself with a soft breath. His heart is already racing at the proposition he hasn’t even made yet. Everything that threatened to overflow earlier is returning now with the sweetest vengeance. “Cyar’ika,” he begins, “ner kar’ta, ner oyay, there isn’t a single thing in this galaxy I wouldn’t do for you.” He wraps his hand around Astra’s wrist to lower her hand from his face. He instead cups the side of her face, his gaze never once leaving hers as he goes on. “I told you I’d make it up to you and that I’d take care of you. Is that something you want?”

Astra lifts her hand to the Mythosaur necklace Din’s decided to leave on tonight. She uses it to gently tug him closer to her, his forehead and nose pressing against her own as she smiles at him with admiration she doesn’t bother hiding. “That’s something I need.”

Din returns her smile and nods. “Okay.” Both his and her own breaths have already started to become heavier in their heavenly haze. “I was forced to be silent for much of our journey. But now…” Din brushes his lips against hers, “I’ll make sure you hear me.”

Astra’s the one who closes the distance between them, letting their smiles and desperate breaths become one in the way they know best. It always feels better like this, when Din’s lips are parted for hers and they’re slowly melting into each other. As Din gently lays Astra down underneath him, she traces each line of muscle upon his back that Din knows she’s come to memorize, as familiar as the scars they both bear for each other. Din is eager to explore her in return, but he takes his time, wanting her to absorb every touch.

Din’s lips break apart from Astra’s as his hands settle on the hem of the shirt she wears. “I know exactly what lies beneath this,” he tells her, his voice as soft as her fingertips that dance over his back. “But you know what, rid’ika?” Din begins to lift the material higher and higher, inch-by-inch, making Astra sigh in sweet desire. “I can never convince myself it’s real.”

Din remains gentle as he finishes removing the material and sets it aside. His hands become tools of reverence, running along every curve and dip with the very same admiration he did the first time he ever saw her like this. Astra pulls him closer in a silent plea for more, but Din doesn’t rush anything. They finally have time on their side and he’s going to take advantage of it.

“I’ve traveled all over the galaxy, cyar’ika, and I’ve had yet to see anything or anyone as beautiful as you.” Din leans close to her again, kissing her and trailing his lips down to the warmth of her neck. “I know I never will.” He stays where he is when Astra’s hand gives his hair a fond tug, letting his work there produce a seraphic song that spills from her swollen lips. “You know that, too, don’t you?” Her only answer is a sweet sigh of his name. Din smiles against her smooth, bruised skin. “You know how your beauty affects me. I don’t try to hide it.”

Din allows one of his hands that had paused at her waist to continue its exploration. The soft dance of her fingers upon his back becomes a desperate grasp for him to be as close to her as possible. Astra hides her face within the refuge of Din’s neck and he welcomes her there, though he longs to see her again.

“You don’t have to hide,” Din assures her. He presses soft kisses to the side of her face and head. “You’re safe here. We’re safe here.” Din leans his forehead against her temple. “I told you that you’d hear me. Let me hear you.”

Astra complies as she lets her head fall back, the beauty of her gaze meeting Din’s own. It becomes a catalyst to the burning fire of desire within himself, along with the way she pushes his name through the beautiful mess of every sound that escapes her.

“There you are,” Din praises her, his lips pressing against her forehead. “Good, cyar’ika. Very good.” He kisses the pleased knit in her brow. “You sound as lovely as you feel.”

Astra’s hands bury themselves into his hair as they urge him to lift his head and face her again. “Din,” she calls for him, a mixture of pleasure and severity. “Please…” she pulls his forehead to hers, “don’t make me wait.”

Din stops and nods, not wasting a moment in complying with her request. “Okay.” He lifts his hands from her to prepare the two of them as best as he can, until they’re both left vulnerable to each other in the dim lighting of their safe haven. Din laces one of his hands with her own, their constant tie to each other in these beautiful moments, and wraps the other around her waist. He returns his forehead to her own and keeps his gaze locked in hers. “Astra.” Din smiles as he goes on. “Astra of Clan Djarin.” He gives her hand a gentle squeeze. “Will you have me?”

Astra wraps herself around him and returns his smile. “I'll have all of you.”

Din grins wider. “Then I won’t hold back.”

Din kisses her and obeys her gentle command, the feeling of her with him more familiar than any place he’s ever called home. Astra’s lips pull away from his as she cries out for him in the sweetest way. Din presses his lips to her cheek as he hums with content.

“That’s it, rid’ika. Leave it all here.” Din swallows past the lump in his own throat that yearns to be freed. “I’m here with you for good.” He presses his forehead to hers and lets a whimper slip in his effort to keep speaking. “I’m right here with you.”

Din continues to follow through with his wife’s command as he gives her everything he has to offer. He lets his words pause only for a moment to share in Astra’s same passionate song, an exchange of breaths and sounds that need no translation. She moves with him every step of the way, her hand kneading his own with reciprocated desire.

“I hope you feel as beautiful as you are,” Din says when he’s able to, his voice now nothing but a soft breath. “Because I… I can feel how beautiful you are. And you are so…” he pauses to free the sounds trapped in his throat, “fucking…” a shaky breath for composure, “beautiful, Astra.”

Astra lifts her hand from the display of art upon his back to touch the side of his face. “And I’m all yours,” she assures him, her voice just as soft and tight in her own struggle. She takes the Mythosuar that hangs from his neck and kisses it. “Forever, riduur.” Astra’s eyes close as she tugs on the necklace, bringing him even closer to her as her body and her voice plead for him. “Oh, Din… ner Din…”

“Ner rid’ika,” Din pleads with her, unable to resist burying himself within her. He listens to her sweet song. “Your loveliness.” He muses on the intensity of their connection. “Your passion.” He growls with delight at the way her fingernails have since returned to his back. “Your strength.” Din starts to become overwhelmed by his pure admiration for her, the woman who vowed herself to him and vice versa. He can’t believe it. Even after all these years, he can’t believe she’s real. “You’re perfect. And you’re mine.”

Din gains the faith to lift his head and face her. Her gaze meets his and Din can feel the galaxy around them stop.

“And I’m yours, Astra.” He leans down to kiss her. “Forever.”

Their kiss is as much the seal of this promise as their actions, a perfect culmination of a love that could never be described by mere words. Din utters whatever praises he can for Astra as they become one in the most beautiful and perfect way possible, both of them eager to remain in this safe haven they’ve created as long as they can. But Din loves to care for his wife, to hold her close and whisper in her ear of how proud he is of her and how much he loves her.

Their chests are still heaving when Astra urges Din to lay beside her. He obeys, his quickened heart softening when she moves on top of him and rests her cheek upon his warm chest. Din secures her there with a hand upon her head, the other running his fingers over her back. They’re safely hidden beneath the sheets of a bed they can call their own, but even in the dim lights of the room, Din can still see the sparkle in his wife’s gaze.

“Din?” Astra calls for him once she’s caught her breath once and for all.

Din smiles to himself. “Yes, cyar’ika?”

Astra traces one of Din’s scars with her finger. “You’re beautiful, too.”

Din’s face flushes and he struggles not to smile wider. “Thank you.”

“Also… we’ve got our hands full with the two children we already have.” She props her head up on her hands to look at him. “Let’s not try too hard for a third just yet.”

Din laughs, nodding as he runs a hand over her head. “Understood, ner kar’ta.”

Astra laughs with him, lifting herself higher only to kiss him once more. She keeps herself close as she whispers to him. “I love you so very much, Din Djarin.”

Din’s gaze couldn’t break away from hers even if he wanted it to. “I love you too, Astra Djarin.”

Astra’s smile melts against his as she kisses him again. She lets her lips linger before she returns to her previous place, her cheek pressed against his chest as her breaths soften. Din only seeks his own rest once he’s sure she’s found hers, his mind never more peaceful than now.

For once, Din doesn’t have to worry about what else is raging in the galaxy. His family has a place to call their own with people who will protect them. At long last, Din is certain that he can keep them safe from whatever the galaxy might try to throw their way, no matter how heavy the Darksaber’s hilt continues to weigh on his belt.

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Runaway - Chapter Nine.

Happy Friday, besties! Awww, it makes me so happy to see you all enjoying this, it really does. I love to create something that gets people talking, and thank you so much for investing in it :) If you want to go slower with the notes over the weekend to get to 30 then go for it, completely up to you, as ever :) Now, back to the story. You all get to meet Manny’s grandpa. Something tells me you’re going to like Ed...

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“You fucking what?”

Oh yes. There went the sound barrier. And his eardrums.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. This is a shock, I know it is, I know,” he began, his fiancée amping up to irate within a blink.

“How could you do this to me!”

“It happened before I met you, Carmen,” he revealed, attempting to placate her.

“And how do you know she’s yours, huh? This bitch could be just passing her off as yours, could have had any number of dicks all up in her and she’s trying to pin it on you!” His eyebrows knitted at that.

“Hannah isn’t a bitch. She’s a nice girl who I ended up having a one-night stand with. Trust me, I believe her when she says she knows I’m the father. The only other guy it could have been didn’t match on a paternity test. Plus, you ain’t seen the kid. She’s my double. Ain’t no doubt over her parentage, mi dulce. She’s mine.”

“And so, what now? What does this mean, going forward? She sticking you for child support, huh?” Money. Of course, that would be at the forefront of her mind. It always was. “We have a wedding to pay for, you know!”

Manny took a breath, opening the fridge and pulling a beer out, twisting the cap off before swinging the door shut and leaning back against it. “She didn’t mention anything about child support, but I will be contributing. Ain’t no question there. That don’t mean you go without anything, though. I make good bank, you know that.”

Despite the fact she was being selfish and thinking of herself first in all of this, Manny was, as ever, understanding, selfless as he was. At that moment, Carmen was of course tits deep in the world according to bride, not wanting anything to get in the way of her special day. He wouldn’t let it either, he loved her, after all. At the same time, though, he would not welch on a commitment to his own blood.

“I’m going for a bath.” She tore a path through the kitchen, out towards the bathroom, the door slamming shut. He couldn’t help but note that she hadn’t even asked him, not once, how he was coping with the news. It was all about how it affected her.

‘I’m mindful of what I just dropped on you, and it matters to me, that you’re alright with it.’

Hannah’s concern came back to him immediately, wanting to make sure he was okay after her life changing revelation. The difference was not lost on him. He sighed, pulling his phone out, scrolling through to the pictures he’d taken, pictures of his baby, ones Hannah had taken of him holding her, too, smiling widely. Oh, she was so beautiful, such a precious little thing.

“As if I made something as fucking perfect as you, Lola Lydia Gray,” he beamed, his thumb stroking her image. “Shit, I’m a dad. I’m someone’s dad.”

It was there that his thoughts went to his own father, Manny’s mouth thinning as he moved to go and sit down in the lounge. Manuel Santiago Snr had walked out on him, his mother and two sisters when he was five, the family moving back to his mother’s home of La Paz County, Arizona, to live with a considerably better father figure; his grandfather, Ed.

Edward Ellison was a formidable force, half Apache, half white, and one hundred percent no nonsense. A rancher all his life, working fourteen hours a day, come rain or shine, producing some of the best, if not the best beef cattle in Arizona, breeding horses as well as a lucrative second income. A tough life for a tough man. He had perhaps the kindest heart Manny had ever encountered for his family and friends, but still, there was no doubting his mettle.

He sat and remembered the first time he’d ever put him on a horse as a six-year-old kid. Not a pony, oh no. A fully grown quarter horse. ‘The boy needs to learn if he’s gon’ drive cattle in’ he’d explained, when his mom had pitched somewhat of a fit about seeing her little boy sitting up on a huge steed led by her father, Manny’s feet barely reaching the bottom of the saddle flaps. He had got him something a little more suitable once he did learn, though, a little dappled grey horse of just over fourteen hands in height named Chester.

Driving cattle was exactly what Manny had done, too, until he was twenty-four, spending eight years working the same hard job. It was rewarding, but he couldn’t continue, meeting a girl who lived over in Yuma and leaving to join her down there. His relationship with Corrine hadn’t lasted, but the outlaw life he’d fallen into had.

She’d been the daughter of one of the members of the Yuma charter of the MC, hence how he got involved in it all in the first place. He missed the ranch sometimes, but definitely not the 4am starts of a morning. Thinking of his grandpa, Manny knew he was the first person he wanted to reveal the news to.

“Hey mijo, hold on. He’s in the kitchen, doing something to the coffee machine,” his grandmother, Rosita spoke, the words ‘I’m trying to fix the godforsaken thing, Rosie!’ muttered from his grandpa, Ed taking the phone.

“You’re calling late.”

Manny checked the time on his phone. “It’s 8:06pm, gramps.”

“That’s late for me, you know I go to bed at eight thirty.” It was true, he did. In bed by eight thirty and out of it by 4am, even still at seventy-one years old.

He couldn’t help but be smart. “Well then we have just over twenty minutes, don’t we?”

“Fucking kids and their sass,” Ed muttered, Manny laughing. “So, how are you?”

“I’m great, gramps, really good. I had some news today, and you’re the first person I wanted to tell. I’m a dad.”

Ed stood much taller than his 6ft 2 height at hearing that, a smile lighting up his still handsome features. “You and Carmen ain’t wasting any time, huh? Congratulations, son. When’s she due?”

“Um, that’s the thing. Baby is here already, twelve weeks old, and not Carmen’s.” He waited for it; the no doubt comically delivered reaction.

“You been philandering in some other woman’s honey pot, boy?” He didn’t disappoint, his grandson hissing softly with laughter.

“Yep, but this was before I met Carmen,” he explained, Ed snorting.

“You were cutting that finer than a flea’s nut sack hair!”

Manny was in hysterics at his words, sipping his beer. “I met her two months after I was with Hannah, that’s my baby mama, by the way. Well, I wasn’t really with her, more of a one-night thing.”

Ed sighed, coughing as he let himself out of the back door, looking out over his vast property as he sat down in the porch chair. “Still no fan of condoms, then?”

“Nope,” Manny confessed, knowing it was bad. HPV had made him finally learn his lesson, though.

“Cesspool,” Ed grunted. “I’m surprised your dick ain’t dropped off yet.” He rummaged in his pocket, taking out one of his slim cigars and lighting up. “So, what kind is my first great grandbaby? Pink or blue?” His comment sparked a memory of the time his grandmother had bought him a new shirt, one he’d refused to wear in his stubbornness, all because it had a trace of dark pink in the plaid, Manny laughing softly through his nose at how rigid his grandpa could be over such simple things as colours.

“Pink, her name’s Lola,” Manny revealed proudly. “Hold on, I’ll send you a picture.”

“Alright, I’ll put you on the speaker phone so I can talk and look.” Manny accessed his pictures on a message, clicking a few and sending them through. A few seconds passed before Ed’s phone pinged, and then a couple more before he spoke again. “Aw, hell. Would you look at that little face. She’s a peach, boy. Damn, she looks the double of your mama when she was a baby. When you bringing her here so granny and I can meet her?”

“I dunno. I only found out today, so let me settle into a routine of things with Hannah first and I’ll see.”

Ed made a ‘umhm’ noise, taking a drag on his cigar. “You told your mama yet?”

“Nah, I’m working up to that. I kinda guess she’s gon’ scream at me.” Truly an understatement if ever there was one.

“Well, of course she will. She inherited her mother’s lungs, if nothing else. How about Carmen, is she good about it all?”

Manny sniffed, finishing his beer, rising from the couch to go and fetch another. “Not really, but I’m guessing she needs time to get used to the idea.”

“Hmm.” Ed’s tone was non-comital, choosing not to voice the truth that he wasn’t surprised at all. He didn’t care for Carmen one bit. ‘That girl, she’s bougee and self-centred. Ain’t what he needs’ he’d said to his darling Rosita after meeting her for the first time. “Yeah, I guess she’ll come round to it, eventually.” Instead of being his usual, mildly abrasive, truth spewing self, he chose diplomacy. His grandson had enough to think about, without him throwing in his two cents.

Manny said he’d call again soon, Ed telling him he’d relay the news to his grandma before getting off, leaving him to make the phone call he was carrying a certain amount of mild dread over.

“You fathered a child with a woman who isn’t the one you’re marrying? For the love of god, Manuel! How could you be so reckless? Poor Carmen! This must be breaking her heart, and who is this woman you got pregnant in the first place? Is she an ex-girlfriend? Please don’t tell me it’s that little whore from the dry cleaners, I couldn’t stand her and...”

“Mom, breathe,” he interjected with.

“It’s her, isn’t it? It’s that girl! Oh my god, I need a drink! I mean, did I not always tell you to fucking use contraception? You’re thirty-nine, for heaven’s sake, and...”

“Mom, I’m sending you a picture.”

“...I’d like to think that you’re at the age where you’d kno-OH MY GOD! She’s so beautiful!”

He knew that would shut her up.

“Ain’t she? Her name’s Lola, and no, she isn’t Esther’s. Her mom is a girl named Hannah, she’s really nice, you’ll like her,” he explained, hearing his mother virtually whimpering with joy on the other end of the line.

“How old is she?”

“What, Hannah or bubs?”

Val sighed audibly. “The baby! As long as this Hannah girl is over eighteen then It's all good.”

“Oh yeah, well over. She’s fifty-two.”

“Manny!”

He laughed hard, never able to resist winding the key in his mother’s back and watching her go. “I’m just playing, calm down! She’s twelve weeks, well, a little under actually. And Hannah is thirty-eight.”

“So, when can I meet her?”

He told her the same thing he had his grandpa, his mom understanding and asking him to please send more photographs in the meantime. They chatted a little more before ending the call, just as Carmen was exiting the bathroom, swathed in towels and still looking sour. “You have a nice bath, mamas?”

No reply.

“Baby, come on. Can we just sit down and talk about this calmly?” he tried with again.

“Fuck you!”

He winced at her ire, shaking his head as the lounge door slammed shut, picking up the remote and turning the TV on, wishing he wasn’t already four beers in so he could head back to the clubhouse and hang out. He’d come home early at Carmen’s request so he could spend some time with her, but now that idea was shot to shit entirely. He got it, why she was mad, but he couldn’t help it. A baby didn’t come with a return to sender option. Besides, he wouldn’t want her to. He was thrilled at becoming a father; he just hoped his fiancée would land on the same page sooner rather than later.

It was a few days before she seemed to settle a little more, but he knew she was still pretty sour over the whole thing.

“Hey yo, come look at this,” he called to Lily and Jodie a few days later, he and Carmen hanging out at the clubhouse, Angel and EZ’s wives approaching to look at the picture he showed them.

“Awwwww! Look her smile!” Jodie gushed, bouncing on the spot, grasping her hands to her own heavily pregnant belly, Lily reading the message that accompanied it.

“Hey daddy, look how happy I am that I just spit up all over the seventh romper mommy put me in today. Can’t wait to see you on Friday and puke all over you, too! Love Lola. Oh, that’s so sweet!”

“I know, right? She always sends a little message like it’s from the baby. Imma ruin my street cred thinking that shit is adorable, but I don’t give a fuck,” he laughed.

“You shouldn’t! She’s your first born, it’s an exciting time for you,” Jodie enthused, rubbing his arm affectionately. Carmen was within earshot, snorting and throwing herself down from the barstool, stomping out of the clubhouse. “Something I said?”

“Naw, baby girl. She’s just having a time of it, adjusting to the fact.” he replied, Jodie nodding sagely. She’d expected as much, but what Manny didn’t expect was to get blasted about it as soon as they walked through the front door upon their arrival home a few hours on.

Carmen, it seemed, was not done being pissed off about it just yet.

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 10 months

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Hi do you have any thoughts on Spider (modern au) with cystic fibrosis?

Interesting question! I saw that you also asked @lost-girl-2021 this question so I'll do my best to not repeat anything she said and focus more on how this would play out in my modern au Cabin in the Woods.

Disclaimer though, I actually didn't know a thing about cystic fibrosis until I watched a hand full of videos on it last night. I watched a video from the mayo clinic just talking about what it is, how its diagnosed and how its treated then I watched videos from kids with cystic fibrosis talking about how they manage there symptoms so that is the extent of my knowledge on the subject.

So my thoughts:

Quaritch and Paz weren't close with either of there families so they had no idea cystic fibrosis even ran in there families. From the videos I watched both parents have to have the gene for a child to get CF so maybe they both had a great grandparent that had it giving Spider a 1/8 chance of getting it.

They were shocked to say the least when only six weeks after his birth there baby was screened and diagnosed with CF

I imagine on the outside they would seem to just roll with it but on the inside they're both devastated.

They learn everything they can to help there son cope, studying different therapies, all the different medications, and any life adjustments they could make to make Spider's life as easy and comfortable as possible.

They have the best of everything too, the best nebulizer, the best setup for vest therapy, the best emergency supplies.

They are so well educated and well supplied that by the time Spider is one both his parents could step in as emergency services at the drop of hat.

Of course life gets flipped on its head after Paz is killed, and Quaritch is sent to jail for trying to kill her killer.

Quaritch would be freaking out every moment he's away from his son.

Because he's so determined to get Spider back as quickly as possible he wouldn't even bother to try to legally regain custody. That takes too much time and his son needs him now.

So from prison Quaritch is instructing team Deja Blue, having them set up a get away home with all the supplies they could possibly need.

In the Cabin in the Woods prologue Quaritch gets out of jail when Spider in four, and he goes just to look at his son in the group home.

In this the time line would be the same but instead of just going to see him, Quaritch would just sneak in in the middle of the night and take his sleeping child straight from his bed.

No one would even notice that Spider was gone until about noon the next day.

By that point Quaritch would be long gone.

That morning the four year old would wake up in the backseat of a truck, incredibly confused, but once his Papa explains to him what's happening he easily excepts it, thinking there just on a fun adventure.

So I still haven't found a way to write in locations of things in Cabin in the Woods but in my head Spider originally lived in or around Washington D.C before his dad kidnapped him. The cabin is all the way in Colorado. In this though I feel like Quaritch would want to get out the country but he wouldn't want to not live in America so as a happy medium he runs to Alaska where there's a cabin in the woods in the remote wilderness waiting for him.

In case of emergency this cabin is only about an hour away from the nearest hospital and town, and isn't nearly as hard to get to as the cabin in my actual story.

I already write Quaritch as being insanely controlling and over protective and that would just increase by 100 here.

When Spider is little he has no issue with his dads constant hovering, but as he gets older it starts to get anoying.

Because he really has no freedom. They stick to an incredibly strict schedule, vest therapy for twenty minutes twice a day, a regimen of medication and supplements always taken at the exact same time, extremally large healthy meals (that boy has never had a piece of candy or a drop of soda in his entire life) daily exercise to keep his lungs strong. All with his dad monitoring him the entire time.

It gets even worse when Quaritch learns about health tracking watches. He's never bought something so fast in his entire life and he practically locks it onto his son's wrist.

Spider is homeschooled too of course, mainly because he's a kidnapping victim (but he doesn't know that. He was way to young to remember everything that happened after his mama's death and Quaritch just told him his mama died in an accident and that they've always lived in there home) but also because his dad doesn't want him around anything or anyone that could potentially get him sick.

Spiders CF is so well managed though that you wouldn't even be able to tell that he has it. Sometimes he even forgets that he has it.

As he gets older he'll start to push for more freedoms and that will only make Quaritch hold on harder.

Anyway those are my thoughts. Hope you enjoyed! 💙

#miles spider socorro #miles quaritch #spider socorro #colonel miles quaritch #paz socorro #cabin in the woods

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ao3gobi17 · 5 months

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Hello, I have three questions about Custody: 1. If Spider were vegan or vegetarian, would Quaritch respect it?

2. How exactly did Quaritch escape? Somehow I didn't get it

3. If Paz hadn't died, would she and Quatitch have wanted to have their "own" child? By "own" I mean that they are both biological, not that I exclude Spider 🩷

Those are good questions!

They likely have enough variety food-wise to keep him fed if he has dietary requirements. I do think Quaritch would want to know why he's vegan or vegetarian and if he thought the answer was silly then he'd be planning to talk him out of it - but in the short term, if it made Spider comfortable and he was still eating, I don't think it would be big issue.

2. Spider doesn't know - Delgado didn't tell him and he's never asked! I hadn't specifically planned it out, but I'd probably use the same trick that I used in *spoiler* my fic Kim's Seven, which is to work on the weak link in the chain which is the human part. So likely there were bomb threats or warnings about gas leaks or something equally worriesome in the lead up to the escape (these warnings coming from the recoms by letter or hacking email). This was heightened to the point where the prison staff were all on edge and expecting a bomb (or gas leak or similar). That way when the recoms either detonated an explosive near the prison or just arrived saying they're there to deal with the expected emergency (dressed up for the part) the prison staff would bypass protocol and let them and their vehicle in because it would appear time-sensitive. I'm sure there was more to it than that, if I'd been writing from Q's POV I'd have had to figure out a lot more logistics!

3. There's no question that they at least discussed it. I reckon that if they'd wanted one they probably would have had one before Spider was seven (or Q might have referenced it as a wish that went unfulfilled). So I reckon they were just totally satisfied being a family of three at that point. Q was besotted with Spider and maybe there was a bit of him that was afraid he wouldn't love a second child as much. Plus they were both able to spend more time on Spider if there wasn't a baby around. I do think they went back and forth on it a bit before ultimately deciding against though!

#gobibside #custody

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encrucijada · 3 months

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Please tell me everything there is to know about Bb&Gg 🙏 I’ve been scrolling the tags but I’m desperate for more!!! Hope you’re doing well 💛

omg first of all thank you so much 💖

and second, bb&gg are the initials of babylon boy and gossamer girl. a duology i co-write with my partner @teddywriting that is titled home habitat.

if you've scrolled through the tags you've got the general idea of what it's about but here are the basics: it follows our characters theodore "theo" rayes and maría paz "maripaz" vega, who each ran away from home for different reasons. they meet on the street and the plot of book 1 (babylon boy) follows their year of homelessness and how their relationship grows and changes. it is a very "characters over plot" book as the plot is really the emotional journey mari and theo go through, dealing with matters of want and trust and companionship. i'm not saying much about book 2 (gossamer girl), just that it follows the same character > plot structure and deals with matters of family and second opportunities.

throughout babylon boy theo is dealing with a drug addiction he is vehemently denying and maripaz is dealing with problems related to shame. talking about bb&gg is difficult without just explaining the entire character arcs these two go through. they first meet when theo helps maripaz shoplift some food and he steals one of the two necklaces she was wearing, this one with an angel pendant (this is important). upon fatefully meeting again theo returns the necklace to maripaz, having felt guilty for stealing it at all, and they form an alliance to help each other survive. the relationship obviously has a rocky start, not aided by each of them dealing with their own internal problems that they make external through arguments and once even ending in a physical fight.

if categorised in the fell first/fell harder, maripaz would be fell first. problem being her backstory includes her literally having just left a neglectful boyfriend that poisoned her rose-tinted look of romance, though it didn't kill it completely as maripaz is at her core a romantic. so, when she begins to catch feelings for theo she buries them and buries them deep. this would make theo the fell harder half of the equation, as he goes through a mini arc of realising he's demisexual and maripaz has the privilege of being the first person he's ever felt romantic and sexual attraction towards.

the real progression of events is a bit hazy. teddy and i do a lot of bite-sized rps that are very call and response, very "yes, and," so whatever happens is revealed to us as it happens. the book properly is not something we've started yet as we're either too busy (teddy) or burned out (me) for it atm. we've got around... 5... ? moments decided, if you don't count the meeting at the start. one of those being the physical fight i mentioned above. said fight is whom we have to thank for home habitat existing at all, we revisited it and a story with character arcs and a whole sequel sprung out. the other scenes are the church scene, the pool scene, the halo scene, and the ending! (not explaining any of those, sorry). i always have a really hard time trying to talk about mari and theo. they are so much the result of their environment that i feel i need to explain not just them but every other character in this universe so people understand. and then you'll be stuck hearing me talking about every single character because i'm also unwell about all of them.

home habitat is a bit of a change of form for what is "base canon" for mari&theo. mari and theo's twin sister bee are usually best friends, a very "extrovert adopts introvert" situation. tge character alex moore and theo are usually best friends, it is a Thing(tm) that they are best friends, in some aus they even live together. but because of the setting of home habitat, mari and bee have never met and neither have theo and alex. in fact, alex and mari were friends in school in this version. i am a little sad people might never get to see that version of them, as these four as a Group(tm) are very dear and special to me.

but yeah, i'll leave it at that. thank you again! 💖 hope you're doing well too

#teddy you can reblog and add whatever you want if you wish <3 #answered #( wip ) bb&gg

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bethagain · 1 year

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I am so very amused by this element of Chapter 20. How did they cram the giant baby birds into Bo-Katan's ship? Why did they cram the giant baby birds into Bo-Katan's ship?

The whole thing was such a marvelously silly notion, I had to write about it.

Din has had many years of practice keeping his laughter silent behind the visor. Today is testing his skills.

Bo-Katan is beside him in the pilot's seat, expertly flying her ship over the canyons. They lifted off so smoothly, only the view through the claristeel told him they'd left the ground. Hard to do, on such rough terrain.

Her missing right pauldron is the only hint that she's just been in battle.

Behind her are several adult Mandalorians, one teenager, three raptor chicks, and chaos.

Paz Vizsla is pressed up against the port bulkhead, wedged into the space between the metal wall and a round, winged creature that must weigh four times what he does, heavy armor and all. The baby raptor is gnawing on his arm, the blue-painted vambrace entirely disappeared into its maw. It's a good thing these young ones' teeth haven't come in yet.

Paz would probably have tried to get away, but there is absolutely nowhere to go.

A second young raptor is wriggling uncomfortably beside them. It can't find a good spot to settle because beneath it are two more Mandalorians. Two helmeted heads, one arm, and a foot stick out.

There's also a flailing hand, gloved in black with a sporty turquoise armor plate, but it doesn't belong to the same Mandalorian as the arm, and anyway it's too far away to reach the vambrace.

A fourth Mandalorian, as yet un-nibbled and not sat upon, is stuck, immobile, between the second baby raptor's rump and the third one's shoulder. She grunts, trying to avoid being mashed, as the third young raptor shifts its head.

It's trying to get closer to Ragnar. The boy is in the middle of the madness, crooning at the creatures and reaching over and around smushed and contorted Mandalorians to pat the scaly heads.

"Don't worry," he's telling the raptor chicks, unconcerned or oblivious to the fact that the head he's patting is also chewing on his father's vambrace.

Maybe it's teething, thinks Din, watching Paz struggle to free his arm without losing the piece of armor. Massifs like to have something to chew on when their fangs are coming in. He's heard that's a thing with human babies, too.

"I'm sorry about your mom," says Ragnar, gently scratching an eye ridge. "I wish we could have talked to her, maybe we could have shared our food. But it's going to be ok." He uses his other hand to pet another raptor's nose.

Paz has turned his head to watch this, stilling his struggles even though raptor spit is now dripping from his elbow.

"My dad and his friends will take care of you," says Ragnar, speaking softly, as a translucent wing emerges from somewhere and whacks Paz on the head. "They always take care of foundlings. It's what Mandalorians do."

Bo-Katan looks over at Din, and he is very sure she's smiling behind the Nite Owl helmet's slanted eyes.

There's no hint of it in her voice, though, as she says the words for everyone to hear.

"This is the Way."

#The Mandalorian #The mandalorian spoilers #Fanfic #My fic

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sir-yeehaw-paws · 2 years

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kaz for the character thing!

Send me a Character to Talk About/5 Things About Them

Kazzz Kaz Kaz Kaz.

I may not discuss him as often as some of the others, but I do indeed have many a feeling on him. Character wise, I love him. He’s a great character and I really love that he’s included the way he is. He has one of the most complicated stories and general personalities within the series, and I think they built up an absolutely great concept with not only having him be mixed race and culture, but in such a way that he’s a perfect character for the metal gear environment as a whole. For characters that transcend the ideology of nations, of personal connections to said nations, to living for yourself, not a country or concept, Kaz might be the most fitting character for that.

He’d have been “low class’ growing up. Others I talk to point out he probably didn’t attend public school. He wasn’t allowed on family registries, he wasn’t able to feel at home either in Japan, or in the USA, and someone like him who’s headstrong and feisty and has been fighting for his placement in the world since day one is so interesting to look at. And I love watching him and his growing character and I guess you could say ‘personas’ of the self.

And I don’t think I’ve ever seen a character that so embodies the concept of ‘fall once get up twice.” the way Kaz does. Absolutely NOTHING stops him. Unaccepted in Japan? Fine he’ll go to America. Unaccepted in America? Fine, he’ll figure it out. But he’s going to attend University anyway. He has a brain, and does know how to use it.

Put in charge of a unit with little combat experience? That’s ok, pretend to surrender and pull a grenade on your would be killer. Oh, your base goes up in flames? And your partner is comatose? BUILD A NEW BASE. Oh, that same partner has not only left, but you were captured, brutally tortured and out two limbs and left partially blinded? KEEP GOING ANYWAY. Kill the person who did that to you. Oh, what’s that? Now there’s more to be done? Fine, go back to your ex and train his son to defeat him. Absolutely NOTHING stops Kaz short of well, being assassinated. I’m pretty sure that was the only way he could be taken down. I’m a little surprised he didn’t crawl out of his grave with ‘AND ANOTHER THING-”

RIGHT ANYWAY, SO FIVE THINGS:

1. Kaz is very smart, and clever.

Listen, someone kept Mother Base afloat and it sure as hell wasn’t Big Boss doing paperwork. He’s also far sharper and more ruthless than the people around him give him credit for. I do think some of the characters do under estimate him. And it’s not entirely surprising that they do. It’s not hard to look at ‘party hard and get laid’ peace walker Kaz who’s definitely in a lot of this for the money and for a place to call home and not come to that kind of conclusion. But he is. He has a university education. He is probably quite handy with numbers and keeping things in order. Combat Accountant is not a thing, but I imagine if it were, then Kaz would fit the bill for it. In the midst of characters who are sometimes louder, and more openly ruthless than he is, it is easy to see why sometimes people can forget that, underneath the playboy happy go lucky attitude is a man with as much capability to be ruthless and cold as any other.

I’m not just talking about MGSV Kaz either. Even though MGSV is the darkest and most angry Kaz we know, he wasn’t just a party hard guy in Peace Walker either.

After all, in Peace Walker, he WAS working for Cipher. He was the one who gave Big Boss the idea to have the nuke from Peace Walker removed from Lake Nicaragua and brought to the MSF. Kaz is still the guy Big Boss met that tried to pull a grenade on him. He still tried to choke Paz (I firmly believe to death in the moment) in Ground Zeroes. He’s still a morally grey character in a morally grey series.

Which leads into my second point.

2. Kaz’s biggest flaw is his anger. And it’s a terrible, poisonous anger.

Kaz has the kind of anger that burns hot, bright and all consuming. Kaz experiences and has many flavours of anger within him, and I think anger was a constant companion within his life. Even at his absolute calmest in Peace Walker, Kaz has been angry for a long, long time. An anger I’m sure started out by being the eternal ‘outcast’ and grew from there. Possible anger towards how his mother’s life was. Towards the father he never knew that abandoned them, towards a country in tatters that didn’t want or accept him, and another that gave him the cold shoulder.

In Yakuza 0, a character named Tachibana Tetsu (A Chinese-Japanese gangster turned businessman), has this line about his life to Kiryu:

‘In China, we (himself and his sister) were considered ‘too Japanese’. In Japan, I was to Chinese.”

A line that I think could easily apply to Kaz as well. Too Japanese for America, too American for Japan. When he’s neither of those things, but rather a mix of both. I can imagine that anger he felt towards his eternal displacement carrying him through much of his life, and something that never left him.

When Kaz is angry, he loses all sense of himself. He’s the kind of person where anger infects him like a virus. Whether it’s a slow building one, or an intense quick attack, when Kaz is angry, all bets are off.

This kind of raw hot-headness can quickly spark into an inferno that gets people killed. Choking Paz (a place where his anger is fully understandable but extremely damaging in the current crisis) is only one example. It’s the kind of anger that kept him going all throughout MGSV, up until he got his revenge, realized it helped nothing, and tried very hard to make peace with himself, and the situation.

And while I personally think Zero’s body double plan was insane, I don’t blame him for not telling Kaz about it. Because nothing would have stopped Kaz from marching onto the hospital himself, grabbing Big Boss and Venom and leaving. Zero wasn’t wrong about considering Kaz a threat to the plans, but not because he’d blab to everyone but because he’d possibly try to stop them, in my opinion.

3. Kaz (to me) is deeply sentimental.

This has been explored before and has canon backing, but I think the biggest appeal of the MSF to Kaz, to anything, was never the war economy, or helping the world per se. I think he truly, deep deep down just wanted a place to call home. He never had one in his mind, and every home he did have (aka the units) he had to build, contribute to. I think he forms deep attachments (yes, even being a flirt and non-monagamous aside), and I think he desperately clung to any form of it he could get. I also think it’s why he took the MSF attack the hardest. Big Boss was hurt, but able to move on. I don’t think Kaz ever really did.

4. He has lots of regrets, but nothing that’ll stop him.

I center this with the raw, powerful determination Kaz faces the world with at all times. A man who is going to see things through, and come back up swinging if you knock him over, and I think that people should have possibly considered him a bigger threat than they did.

One way this could be interpreted is the fact that Solid Snake really only exists through the cloning, and large parts of Kaz’s own training of him. All with the conclusion of ending Big Boss. Anger, determination, hurt, betrayal, all of these factors helped combine into a bitter, intense man who is going to get the last word in (figuratively), and literally.

I don’t believe he has this nearly to the degree Huey does, but I think Kaz sometimes refuses to see how many of the issues throughout his life he played a role in. Yes, Big Boss did abandon him. Kaz still lied to him. Kaz still betrayed him, at a tenuous time when Big Boss was reeling from the Les Enfants Terribles betrayal, and the fact that almost everyone he’d come into contact with had used him. Kaz was also the one who decided on the nuke, not Big Boss.

I don’t think this is a good excuse for Big Boss to just..help create Venom and completely abandon Kaz, but I think Kaz has a tendency to gloss over his own shortcomings in favour of letting that aforementioned anger take root and blind him too it. He has the capacity for personal hypocrisy.

With all that being said, though.

5. He’s a dork.

Let’s end this off with something more light hearted eh? Because I do love the guy and think he’s a fascinatingly well-written character who’s an absolute delight to watch and engage with. I love that he loves train noises, I love that he’s an utterly shameless flirt. I love that one of the happiest we ever hear him is when he’s going on and on about trying to make the perfect burger. I think he’s a deeply loving man with a colder, more heartless underbelly that was born into a situation that favoured nobody within it. A man with something to prove and the ability to prove it provided literally anyone took him seriously for five seconds.

I love that he can go off on tangents and come up with some of the weirdest things, that he has that ruthless stubbornness that kept him alive as long as it did. I could say more about good old Kaz, but for now, I think I’ll end off here.

Thanks for sending in!

#asks #kazuhira miller #nates headcanons #nate rambles #mgs #I HOPE THIS IS READABLE MY EYES STILL BURN #from the eye dr #light hurts very kaz of me #answered asks #this was so much fun thank you #character posts: kazuhira miller

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maybege · 10 days

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Hi, May! How are you?

Okay so first things first: I’m sorry about taking so long to do this! But I FINALLY got some time to write down my thoughts for what if (part 1)! Every time I tried to sit down things got hectic again and it’s been annoying me endlessly, cause I’ve been looking forward to this for like 2 weeks now.

I’ve decided to split this up into multiple posts because it got a bit long. I hope that’s okay! 😅 and I think I should also warn you that I’m not the best of putting into words how stories make me feel, but I hope this is getting my feelings across anyway.

First of all: mixing the Calmer AU with a fix it AU? Sign me the fuck up! (Side note: I am almost over what happened in season 3 but only because I’ve lowkey started to view their Paz as the fanon!version of your Paz 😅😅🙈)

Also, another sidenote: I love when your stories feature your characters like chants and briggs because my brain always goes „oooh I know that name“ (same goes for Dreks… who will forever be a dick in every universe). (Part 1/5)

Putting the rest of the asks under a cut because I am LOSING MY MIND THIS IS SO SWEET:

Okay okay, but now for the actual commentary:

“Maybe because they will use any chance they get to exploit the innocent omegas of other clans.”You frowned, not liking any of Axe’s implications. Were omegas of Djarin’s tribe not innocent? Did he think you were incapable of defending yourself?” EXACTLY. AXE NEEDS TO SHUT UP! I was so happy that you immediately noted that cause i legit immediately went „what are you trying to imply, man 🤨“

And about Paz.. him immediately being offended and also „What startled you most, however, was how big that man was.“?? 10/10 no notes, immediately the perfect vibe

And then, „When you heard your name called, it was like you were in the clouds. Far away from everything and everyone. Maybe you could still say no, maybe you could just go and disappear forever. […] What if you weren’t good at the whole claiming thing at all and your failure resulted in a war that was to last centuries?”That is such A MOOD. I, too, would sign up for something and then when it’s happening, realise that it’s real and have my anxiety kick in hard. and the way you describe the feeling is soo realistic??? My anxiety would yell those exact things 😅 (No seriously, I texted my bestie the other day that I’m not prepared for my tutoring session because what if people actually show up 🤦‍♀️)

“Paz Vizsla was a warrior through and through and it showed in the way he was sitting too. He took up almost all the space on the little bench and even when he was sitting down and you were standing up, he seemed so much bigger than you?” HOT. that’s it, that’s my notes on that. 10/10, the size kink for fictional men is clearly a part of my personality now and I am okay with that.

“taken aback by how gentle he sounded. He did not look gentle. He looked dangerous”. Again, 10/10. The appeal of someone looking tough but being a secret teddy bear is honestly always amazing and I love that it’s happening here. (2/5)

“I don’t bite, you know?” “I suppose the helmet would make that very hard,”. THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOUR WRITING 😭 (reason number 1 of ♾️). This genuinely made me laugh out loud. Like, it was funny and also immediately made me go “don’t say that to the intimidating guy, you dumbass 😂”

And then the “Do you not think I should know the name of the omega I am about to make very happy?”???. OKAAAY, no reason to be so cocky my guy. I do love the banter in your stories though. It makes the connection between your characters feel so fun, dynamic and honestly real.

And then you immediately hit me with “as an endearment,” […] “Not because I won't know your name.” I’m pretty sure if you listen closely enough, you can hear me swoon from all the way over here in Vienna, cause I’m now a puddle that is yearning for this man.

And just generally, I love how you make Paz so soft and considerate. (Like making sure that reader is actually fully on board with this). Because that is a big strong warrior and I feel like the obvious way would be to make him just cocky and this intimidating badass (which isn’t a bad thing, if someone wants to write that!) but you just make him feel so grounded and comfortable as a character.

Also, I’m rereading this in order to pull quotes from the text, and I just got hit with “are you wet” and DAMN MAY. I knew that was coming but the mood shift still hit me like it the first time. Again, 10/10.

“Maybe a little bit,” that’s such A LIE! I just know that reader is melting on the inside!

Also, I love when these ‘downplaying moments’ immediately get followed by getting a description of how it definitely affects reader more than they are letting on in that moment. It makes me feel like I have fun inside knowledge. (3/5)

PAZ WITH TATTOOS! PAZ WITH TATTOOS! I LOVE YOUR MIND.

“Shocked at your own daydreams, you tried to focus instead on what you could see and not the images your brain came up with.” Me too, reader. Me too. Very relatable.

“Stars,” he hummed, thick fingers settling on your tongue and pushing down, “I think we are going to have a lot of fun, aren’t we, omega?” genuine question… are you trying to kill me?

I was gonna comment on the next couple sentences as well but I cannot put into words how this makes me feel 🫠

“No one is watching us,” he assured you, pushing his fingers back in your mouth, “No one is looking at you, omega. Wanna know how I know?” […] Because everybody knows I don’t share […]” May, I may not have the words or the knowledge to give actual writing feedback to anyone but I hope you’re aware that your writing is incredible. Because this has me HOOKED.

AND THE “Thank the stars it was you,” he whispered, running his wet fingers over your lips, “I hoped it would be you.” don’t mind me, I’m just crying over here because this is the softest thing ever and I love gentle, sweet men more than anything 😭 and the reassurance that follows like three paragraphs later?? Such a sweet vulnerable moment between Paz and reader that manages the balance between smut and sweetness so well

The trope of “what if it won’t fit?” gf x “I will make it fit” bf? Made for Paz and I will stand by that statement. And just… the smut? I can’t quote it here because it makes me blush and stare at the screen too much but damn… I love your writing so much 😭

And lastly, the last paragraph: nothing better than having the gentle giant calling his partner “love”🥺 (4/5)

Okay, so this was my (not so) condensed review of the new story. I had to try very hard to not just quote every line and tell you why I love it and why I think it’s works so well 😅

Anyway, final thoughts because this is soo long already:

10/10. I genuinely love your writing and this story is just another example why I love it. The way you write makes me actually experience the emotions while reading and be completely submersed in the story. Also, I am not at all a reader of romance novels (or generally books where romance is the main plot), but if you were to ever write a full on romance novel (or any book for that matter), I promise I would be the first person in line to buy it and tell everyone about it. Just like I will always be excited to read any story you want to share here on tumblr/ao3! You’re truly one of my favourite authors and I hope you know that your work will always be appreciated 🧡🧡🧡 (5/5)

___ HOw dare you ask me how I am doing when this basically made me cry in public 🥺😭 Reading this is EVERYTHING and just reminds me every time why I love to share my writing with you all. It made my entire weekend!!!! I am so happy you liked and I am so so so so SO lucky to have people liek you engage with my little ramblings on the internet 🥺

#comment rb #nice things #also how are we feeling about ttpd fellow swiftie?

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