#Paz/Reader

[ennkis]

hi, i love your writing can you do one where marc guiu is secretly dating lewandoski's daughter and he finds out?

MR LEWANDOWSKI (marc guiu x lewandowski!reader)

summary : in which the polish barcelona player finds out his daughter is dating his teammate

face claim : no-one exact

notes : ty for the request !! im gonna do some requests asap (theres like twenty so plsplspls be patient <3) also im gonna go on vacation soon so ill be less active.

pairings : marc guiu x fem!lewandowski!reader

BEING THE DAUGHTER of the Polish striker, Robert Lewandowski, came with its perks. Some of the benefits was the opportunity to meet your favorite players, attend exclusive events, and see important matches, such as the World Cup and UCL Finals. But managing the constant media attention and living up to the Lewandowski name were only two of the challenges that came with it. The hardest challenge of them all was keeping your relationship with the Barcelona striker, Marc Guiu, a secret.

You knew dating Marc was going to make you slightly insane. The constant hiding and sneaking around was annoying, tbh.. But if you managed to keep this a secret for over seven months, you sure weren't going to fuck it up now.

Hector quickly caught onto your little facade. All three of you were classmates, and it was clear by the looks you exchanged across the classroom, the way Marc spoke to Hector about you, and just the overall way he admired you. Hector was certain you were dating.

Him knowing would actually come in handy. It was a little easier to keep the secret when Hector was on your side. When needed, he helped cover for you by coming up with excuses in case your dad was on the edge of figuring things out.

One afternoon, while your father was out, Marc came over to your house. It was a unique chance for the two of you to have the house to yourselves, and you both wanted to make the most of it.

You were in your room, cuddling on your bed with Marc as a movie was playing on your laptop. It was relaxing, finally a moment of comfort without any worries or the anxiety of getting caught.

"This is nice," Marc murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I wish we could do this more often."

"Me too," you replied, pulling in closer to him. "But you're aware of my dad's history with my ex-boyfriends. If he found out, he would freak out."

Marc sighed as he played with the strings on your hoodie. "I know. Yet, sometimes I picture us going out on a typical date night. No concerns about your father catching us. You know maybe if he got used to our relationship, he could come along."

Playfully poking Marc with your shoulder, you mocked, "Are you using me to date my father?"

Marc gave you a gentle giggle and an amused look as his eyes met yours. "Maybe I am," he answered. "But in all honesty, I just want to go out with you—no sneaking around, just a regular 'I'll have her home by nine, sir' type date."

"Wow, real cute, Marc." Just as you were about to lean in for a kiss, you heard the front door open. Your heart stopped, as you and Marc exchanged panicked and confused looks.

"Oh fuck. He's not supposed to be back yet," you whispered urgently, scrambling off the bed. "You have to hide. Like now."

Marc quickly got up, looking around the room for a hiding spot. "WHAT?! Where should I go?!"

"Jesus Christ, Marc. I don't know just.. just get under the bed or something!" you whispered, trying to keep your voice down.

Just as your father yelled something from the living room, Marc dove under the bed. "Y/n? You home?"

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before opening your bedroom door. "Yeah, What's up?"

He walked down the hallway, a frown on his face. "I thought I left my other keys here. Have you seen them?"

You shook your head, trying to look casual. "Nah, I haven't seen them. Maybe you left them in the locker room after training?"

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe. I'll call someone to check if someone found them. Are you okay? You seem... off."

"I'm good, Dad," you said quickly, hoping he couldn't hear the nervousness in your voice. "Just tired, I guess.."

He looked at you for a moment longer before nodding. "Alright. Well, I'm going to head back out then. Let me know if you find the keys."

As he turned to leave, you heard a muffled cough from under the bed. Your eyes widened in horror as your father stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing.

"What was that?" he asked, turning back to you.

"What do you mean" you said quickly, desperately trying to think of an excuse. "I didn't hear anything. Is your hearing alright?"

"Hey, I'm still only 35 years young. Anyways, I'll just head out, I guess. See you later, honey." He said as he walked out the front door.

As you walked down the hallway to reach your room, you exclaimed, "Marc, what the fuck was that? The one time you NEED to be quiet, you actually cough. How on earth is that possible?"

"Hey, I didn't put all that dust under your bed," he playfully said while hugging you. "Calm down, babe. He didn't even see me."

"Yeah, but he heard your silly ass. Anyways you should just go. He might come back soon."

At least three hours had passed before your dad returned, which was kind of annoying because you had the chance to finish the movie and still had two hours left to hang out without interruptions.

"Hey honey, I'm back home," your dad said as he walked into the house. You were sitting on the couch, watching Suits (a goated show btw).

Your dad's voice startled you, making you jump slightly. You quickly paused the show and turned to face him. "Hey Dad," you replied.

He looked around the living room with a curious expression. His eyes fell upon the hoodie that Marc gave to you. The hoodie that exclusively Barcelona players got. His brow furrowed slightly as he picked it up, examining it with a puzzled look.

"Whose hoodie is this?" he asked.

You swallowed nervously, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "Oh, uh, that's Marc's," you said, mentally cursing yourself for not changing beforehand. "He gave it to me last week."

Robert's gaze shifted from the hoodie to you, his expression unreadable. "Marc's?"

"Yeah," you nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. "We… we've been hanging out a lot. Last week i was cold so he gave it to me."

He studied you for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to gauge your sincerity. "Hanging out," he echoed, more a statement than a question.

You nodded again, feeling the weight of his scrutiny. "Okay, yeah. So, Dad, we've been dating for.. a while now."

His eyes widened in surprise, shocked expression on his face. But he didn't look angry. Instead, he let out a slow breath and nodded.

As he stared at you for what felt like an eternity, processing the information, he finally spoke out, his voice calm yet tinged with disbelief, "You and Marc... have been dating?"

"I… I didn't know how you'd react," you admitted, feeling a pinch of guilt for keeping it from him. "And I didn't want you to worry."

Robert leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "I see," he said. "And how long has this 'while' been?"

Marc cleared his throat, speaking up, "About seven months, Mr. Lewandowski."

Your dad looked at Marc with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Marc? What are you doing here?" he asked, seeing him in the living room unexpectedly.

"I'm sorry, sir. Y/n messaged me to come over, so I did," Marc spoke out, trying to explain his sudden arrival.

"Sorry for not telling you sooner, Mr. Lewandowski," he said earnestly. "We didn't mean to keep it from you."

Robert eased his expression and laughed. "I understand," he softly said in response. "While I can't say I'm not surprised, I appreciate your honesty. Also, Marc, we've known each other for some time now. Just call me as usual." Your father joked with his teammate, your boyfriend.

You felt a wave of relief when you realized he wasn't upset. To be honest, he looked more interested than angry. "So, what do you think, Dad?" You questioned him.

Robert leaned forward, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, if Marc here has managed to win your heart for seven months without my knowledge, he must be doing something right," he said, his tone teasing yet approving.

Marc and you exchanged a relieved smile as you felt the tension ease. Despite his reputation for being serious, Your dad has surprised you today by showing you compassion and comprehension.

You said, "Thank you, Dad," appreciating his understanding.

He chuckled loudly and replied. "Please just promise me that you will keep me updated. I'm happy for you both."

It was impossible not to feel an overwhelming feeling of relief. The secret was finally out.

[maybege]

Lessons Learned

Summary: Someone accuses you of the most horrendous crime possible. Paz makes sure to prove them wrong.

Pairing: alpha!clan leader!Paz Vizsla x omega!fem!Reader

Wordcount: 6.0k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, marriage of convenience, enemies to lovers vibes (but really it is just idiots to lovers), (unfounded) accusations of child harm, fluff, yearning, scenting,

Big shoutout to @mostly-megan who helped me bring this story to life! I am so excited to share more about etl!Paz, it really is one of those AUs that I constantly think about but very rarely do I actually write about it. I hope you like it as much as I loved writing it! Please let me know what you think in a comment or a reblog – they are the best things about sharing it with you. Happy Sunday!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

Had anyone ever told you that you not only would wed Paz Vizsla, leader of your enemy clan, but you would live a somewhat happy life in the covert, you would not have hesitated to call that person a liar. Yet here you were, living a somewhat solitary but not necessarily unhappy life.

Sure, the mountain halls had needed some getting used to. You missed the sunshine on your face whenever you roamed the hallways, but the tunnels and rooms carved into the mountains kept you nicely cool in the summer and allowed the nature above to grow freely. You had heard from many people, independent of their clan, that the Vizsla territory was well-kept and well-protected. The flora and fauna were thriving and you had never seen so many butterflies as when you spent a few minutes outside.

Sadly, the glimpses you got from nature were through carved windows or courtyards that allowed you to gaze at the colours of the sky. You could not remember when you had simply lain down in a meadow, allowing the sounds of nature to soothe you to sleep. Your guards were quite strict, and though you had a feeling that they would not keep you from going outside, surely, they would report back to your husband and you were not ready to have to justify your comings and goings.

It was a pleasant surprise, then, when Maudii from the foundlings’ nursery asked you if you would like to help out in the classrooms. Teaching little ones was something you knew from your time back home and you enjoyed reading stories to them, teaching them the old legends and helping them improve their reading and writing.  

However, your favourite part by far was when Maudii announced an excursion out of the covert and into nature. The trips to the outside were an absolute success. You got to wander through the meadows, along the edge of the woods, carefully crossing small streams as the children took in everything with big eyes and even bigger grins. You knelt down in the bushes, showing them the difference between the delicious berries you could put in cakes and the ones that were only meant for birds.

Each night, you lay in your little guestroom, tired out from spending the day in the fresh air and sunshine and finally felt like you had found a place where you could belong. Your husband might not love you and your body might betray you whenever you saw him, but finally, you had people in the covert who did not sneer at you whenever you crossed their paths.

Of course, that was only wishful thinking.

“What is going on?” you asked the guard who had suddenly appeared in the midst of your lesson the next morning. Kroks was not a stranger to you. Dieko had introduced him as one of the warriors in training and the young man was always very cordial towards you. Which is why his worried gaze set you on alert.

“Will you come with us, please?” Kroks looked uncomfortable but the guard next to him did not wait for your reply. His grip on your arm came as a surprise and it hurt, the physical pain overshadowed by the betrayal that even after months in this clan, you were still treated like an enemy. Maudii looked on with helpless fear and shock as you passed her, but you knew there was nothing she could do.

The walk to the throne room was not an unfamiliar one but it felt longer than usual now that you were dragged through the hallways like you had committed murder. No one spoke to you, no one told you why you were summoned and you could not help the panic that rose in you. If you were summoned by the guards, it could only mean that Paz knew about it. And what could possibly cause your husband to summon you like a common criminal?

Images flashed in your mind of wars and battles, all of them involving Paz and your family at home. What if your sacrifice had all been for nothing? What if it had not been enough to broker peace between your clans and now you would be the first victim of the new wave of battles?

But even as you thought it, there was a trust in you that Paz would not harm you.

The heavy doors to the throne room were pulled open, and your eyes immediately settled on him. Your husband was sitting on his throne, legs spread, chin resting on his hand and your heart skipped a beat at the memory of how, not too long ago, you had joined him there.

The moment he spotted you was clear because he sat up, back straight and a deep frown on his face. Like he had not expected to see you. That was a good sign, right?

You were not the only ones in the room, of course, and after you finally ripped your eyes away from your husband, you recognised a few council members and some guards standing around the room. Right in front of your husband was a man you did not recognise.

“You interrupted my council meeting with empty accusations and now you drag my wife here,” Paz’s voice boomed through the room, sounding very bored, “Please enlighten us to what end you interrupt my very day, Roalm.”

“I am here because our guest,” Roalm spat out the word, “has committed the most treacherous and spiteful of acts.”

It took you a minute to realise he meant you. You were the guest. You were the one who had committed something so horrible, you had been dragged here to face the consequences. The frown on your face did little to also cover the anxiety that surged up. Your heart beat loudly in your chest and you got nervous.

What did he mean? What had you done? You were more than aware that although you were all Mandalorian, there were differences in your culture that you had not caught up on completely. All in all, though, you got the impression that you hadn’t done something completely stupid. Yet.

“It brings me no pleasure to say this,” Roalm continued gravely before pointing his finger at you, his eyes full of hatred, “She has poisoned the foundlings.”

His accusation sat in the empty room for a moment, the shock following soon after. His words kept echoing in your head as you tried to determine if all this was real or if maybe you were still dreaming. Maybe you were still asleep, curled up in your bed with blankets, and at any moment, you would hear one of Paz’s advisors enter his room, updating him on his daily schedule. Maybe you were close to your heat? You always had the most absurd and scary dreams then.

None of that happened, though, you were still standing on the stone floor, your eyes wide as you watched Paz sit up straighter, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his knees. The guard behind you seemed to understand what had been said earlier than you, because your knees suddenly met the floor as you were pushed to kneel in front of Paz.

“What?” you breathed, wincing through the pain, “No, I – I would never – I haven’t …”

“She's been taking the foundlings out to the fields for weeks now,” the man interrupted you, sounding so sure of himself, “And several of them have said they were being fed berries by her. Poisonous berries! Clearly, she has been sent here by her pack of traitors to cause us the most possible harm. Not only is she infiltrating us by being married to our leader, she is jeopardising our entire future.”

Tears gathered in your eyes. You wanted to be strong. You needed to be strong. But stars, you were so tired. You had done everything to make a good impression, to make sure that you were polite and kind to everyone. And you had been so happy to finally find a place where you could do something. Where you could be happy and useful and –

“I would never …” you sobbed, “I would never harm them. I didn’t harm them. Paz, please,” you looked up, finding your husband’s gaze on you, "Please. Please, believe me.”

Your husband always looked imposing on his throne. It was hard to believe that it had not been too long ago that you had joined him on his lap, letting his fingers explore parts of your body that resulted in ecstasy and now you were kneeling on the floor, teardrops forming a little pool in the grooves of the stone beneath you. Oh, how the mighty could fall.

“You know,” Paz’s voice was cool but it had an edge to it that you could not identify, “One might say that everything my wife does is a reflection of me. Would you suggest that your own clan leader has been conspiring to kill foundlings?”

“N-no, no! Of course not, m’lord. I was merely suggesting. I-it was –“

“Then you had better have proof of such things,” you watched with baited breath as the alpha rose up, towering over everyone in the room, even more so now that you were kneeling, “I hope you’ll be able to back up those claims when me and my guards join the trip tomorrow. Or else you’ll have not only insulted my wife, but you’ll have threatened her well-being. Now, everybody leave.”

*

You had never slept so badly, tossing and turning all night as you tried to give your panicked thoughts a rest. Not even the night before you had snuck out of your clan’s quarters to offer yourself to the scary enemy alpha, you had been this nervous. Maybe because you knew there was nothing keeping you from being killed if people thought you actually poisoned the foundlings.

You frowned, staring at the dark ceiling. None of the foundlings had been sick in the last few weeks (with the exception of one case of a cough which had turned out to be from too much dust in a carpet) and you trusted your abilities enough to know poisonous from edible berries.

Surely, your excursion today would prove your innocence.

Because if it didn’t …

Tears threatened to spill onto your cheeks again.

Hearing Kroks enter Paz’s room, greeting up, felt like a relief then. The day was starting and so was your chance to prove yourself.

You chose your prettiest dress to wear, made of long linen that had been dyed with flower petals. The children loved to find the flowers in the wild that had been used for the colours on your dress and with all the excitement of today, you wanted them to have as much fun as possible.

The sun was shining as your larger-than-usual group finally reached one of the hidden exits of the caves. There was not a cloud in the sky and you were greeted with a cool breeze that rustled the trees and made the meadows look like green oceans. Everyone was in a good mood, chattering happily as you made your way along the edge of the woods.

Well, not everyone.

The only people who were more serious than you were the few council members and guards that Paz had ordered to accompany you. Roalm was one of them.

You tried your hardest to ignore the man as you knelt in the grass, letting the children explore and run around to their heart's content. You had been scared that the unannounced guests on your trip would throw them off, but you should not have worried. The little ones were very happy with the extra attention they got, running this way and that way and picking berries to show the guards which ones were for them and which ones were for the birds.

The council members stayed back but you did not let yourself be tricked by their silence. You knew they were watching every move you made and listening intently to every word that left your mouth. There was no room for mistakes. No room for ambiguity.

Luckily, the children did not share your predicament and instead let themselves be distracted whenever they deemed the lesson too boring.

One of the distractions they found was their clan leader.

You would not have expected Paz to be as relaxed as he was. He let himself be tugged along by tiny hands, climbed on by the toddlers, all with the biggest smile and a deep laugh. You watched in awe as he carried them on his shoulders, making sure they did not fall, even as they hung from his arms with happy squeals.

Paz Vizsla, for all his talks about the importance of foundlings, had not made a particularly child-friendly impression on you. Clearly, you had been wrong.

The sight of him surrounded by the children made your heart flutter and you found yourself able to take one deep breath after another as you and Maudii pointed out new plants to your students. Your eyes met your husband’s on more than one occasion and there was a strange expression on his face, with just the hint of a smile on his mouth.

Maybe everything would turn out to be okay.

*

Lunch was taken on a meadow. No one had arrested you yet, which you counted as a win and when Maudii and some of the guards opened the baskets full of food, you had the first moment of today to just relax.

You were all alone when you sat back against a tree, right underneath the shade, and bit into a delicious berry bread. In front of you, you watched the children play with Paz, their little forms almost hidden by the tall grass as they tried to escape from the “monster”, a role your husband impersonated surprisingly well.

His roars and laughter and were interrupted by the children’s giggles as, one after the other, they were plucked from the ground and put on his shoulders. You could barely see him by the end, with all the children clinging to him as he slowly made his way to where all the adults were waiting. Maudii greeted them with a smile as Kroks helped her distribute the packed lunches the kitchen had prepared for them.

“But we are not done,” Lia pouted, “The monster hasn’t caught us all yet.”

“Of course, I did, little warrior,” Paz laughed as he lifted another kid off his shoulder, “I caught all of you hiding in the grass, didn’t I?”

Lia took a big bite of the bread, her words muffled. “You need to chase her, too,” she pointed to you and you could see Paz’s gaze darken as he followed her arm.

“Um, I don’t know …” you trailed off, highly aware of him now mustering you.

But Paz did not seem to share your worries. Your husband stood up, seeming taller than usual. “C’mon, ‘mega,” he chuckled, putting his helmet on, “It could be fun.”

Chancing a glance at the council members, you realised that no one really was paying attention. And it did sound fun, it certainly sounded like a distraction. Maybe that was exactly what you needed, right now?

You carefully stood up, smoothing a wrinkle out of your dress and looked up to find Paz's face fixed on you. Through the black visor of the helmet, you could not see his eyes, but you knew he was watching you. You could feel it, the tingle in your spine whenever this alpha focused on you.

One tentative step backwards by you was followed by one step from him, following you. The grass was soft under your shoes and the sun was warm on your skin as you left the shade of the tree.

There was something stuck in your throat that made it hard to swallow when he took another step.

Before you could debate your decision, you hurled around and ran.

The children cheered, and you swore you could hear one or two of the guards whoop as you raced around the meadow. You could not remember the last time you had run around freely, much less because you were playing catch. The wind in your hair felt freeing and you could feel a laugh forming in your chest.

However, you weren’t as fast as you thought you were because only seconds later, you could hear thundering footsteps behind you. And they were getting closer.

Paz really was chasing you and although you had simply wanted to indulge the foundlings’ wishes, you could not bring yourself to just … lose. You wanted to make him work for it, maybe even win, and you certainly did not want to put on a weak performance before the council.

Your hands gripped your skirt tighter as you lifted it higher, allowing you to lengthen your strides and you could hear Paz’s puffs of air as he ran behind you. Chasing you. Hunting you.

A shiver ran down your spine as you tried to ignore how your body reacted to him. Panic and something thrilling coursed through you when you could feel him at your back. The anticipation made your pussy pulse which had nothing to do with the fact that it was your husband behind you. Nothing at all.

There was a brush of fingers on your back and your heart lurched.

I’m not ready to go back, your head screamed, I’m not done yet.

And so, you did the only sensible thing: You stopped suddenly before sprinting to the sharp left, right into the woods.

Paz’s chuckle behind you made you feel all sorts of things (most of them which you tried to ignore because, again, your husband had no effect on you, whatsoever).

“You’re really making me work for it, huh?” he called behind you as you twisted around the trees, the trunks getting thicker the more you ventured into the forest.

Your response was only a laugh, jumping over a little stream that Paz must have just stomped through from the sounds of it. If you could just stay in this moment forever, maybe then everything would be alright. The kids would be safe and so would you because even if the council decided against you, there was no way they would find you here in the midst of –

“Oof!”

All the air left your lungs as you crashed against a tree trunk. You waited for it to hurt but nothing followed the slight discomfort of your sudden stop. Your back was against the tree but there was something between your head and the wood. His hand.

Paz had cushioned your crash, crowding you in with no means of escape while also cradling you to him like you were the most precious thing in the world. His body was huge, shielding you from your surroundings but instead of intimidating you, all you felt was safe.

Like this had been the goal of your run all along.

“Got you,” he rumbled and you watched as his chest rose and fell evenly. He wasn’t even out of breath, that bastard.

“And now?” you asked, your voice trembling.

He tilted his head and you hoped he would not ask you to elaborate. You didn’t want to admit that you like being this close, that you wanted to stay like this for as long as he would allow. The embarrassment would kill you, surely.

But then he tilted his head the other way and you realised he was listening for something.

When he heard (or didn’t hear?) what he wanted, you watched with baited breath as he leant back, putting an unacceptable amount of distance between the two of you, and lifted his helmet.

You knew what your husband looked like. You always had. For the longest time, you had convinced yourself that he was as ugly as your family had made him out to be. That his evil personality translated into an appearance that made him just as repulsive.

But now that you had spent time with him, that you endured his teaching and his cocky self-assurance and witness his joy with his friends and the foundlings and had him touch you – intimately – in ways no one ever had, you had to admit: Your husband was the most handsome man you knew. Inside and out.

(He was still annoyingly cocky, though.)

Watching his face be revealed to you once again, made your heart switch to an unusual pitter-patter, skipping every second beat and pumping so string, it almost hurt. The lines on his face, the crease between his brows, the crinkles next to his eyes, it all made your pulse run faster. And then he smiled at you, so softly, you were done for.

“Seems like I caught my prize,” he rumbled, his nose brushing against yours, “Wonder what I’ll do with her.”

“Oh,” you gasped, shifting against the tree, your hips bumping against his. His scent washed over you and you wished he hadn’t worn his full training get-up. You wished he had worn the soft pants he had worn that night, the ones you had been able to feel his hard flesh through.

Your husband seemed to be just as unhappy with your position because his helmet landed on the ground, cushioned by the grass, and his hands grabbed yours, lifting them above your head.

“Stay still and let me scent you,” he rumbled, one hand closing around both of your wrists, the other landing on your hip. His touch was hot, making you squirm even more. When his nose brushed over your scent gland, coating you in the smell of pines and smoke, you had a whole-body shiver. The kind that made you very aware of how wet your underwear was getting.

“Paz,” you gasped, tilting your head back so he had more access.

The only response you got was a growl. His hand around yours tightened and then his mouth opened against your neck and he sucked.

Was it possible to come from just this?

You wanted to touch him, you wanted to be closer to him, but his grip on you was steadfast, only letting you move however he wanted you to.

“You smell afraid, omega,” he praised you, the tip of his nose brushing all the way up to you just under your ear, “Am I scaring you?”

“No!” you protested quickly, eyes widening with fear that you had just pushed him away, “I’m not – not of you, I promise!”

“Shh,” he calmed you, dark eyes looking at you so warmly, “I know the only person you’d ever want to kill is me, love”, he whispered against your neck, “You’d never hurt any of the children and I believe you.”

You hadn’t realised how high-strung you were until his words registered in your head. Paz believed you. He had never doubted you. Even if everything went horribly wrong now, he was the one person in your corner whom you could trust.

The knowledge that he believed you lifted a weight off your shoulders you had not quite realised you were carrying. But now that it was gone, you could feel the fear and panic of the last 24 hours crashing over you.

“Oh, ‘mega,” he breathed as your body started to shake with tears. Paz did not loosen his grip. He stepped even closer, his front completely pressed against yours until he was close enough that you could tuck your head into the crook of his neck.

His hold on your hands went away and seconds later, he had you wrapped up in his arms, holding you while you sobbed into his neck.

“I didn’t do it,” you whimpered, “And I – I don’t understand what else I need to do to get them to trust me. I – they’re kids, Paz! I’d never hurt the kids.”

“I know,” he rumbled, “Let it all out, love. You’d never hurt anyone, I know. We’re proving him wrong today, you’ll see.”

“I’m just so tired of it,” you admitted, feeling your chest calm down, “I’m so tired of having to prove myself and no one believing me.”

Paz started moving and you realised he was slowly swaying you back and forth. “I believe you.”

And in that moment, it was enough.

*

This time, when you were called to the throne room, you felt hopeful.

Paz was sitting back on his throne, dressed in more casual clothes, and you could feel your cheeks warm at the heat in his gaze.

“Omega,” he greeted you, his voice filled with fondness that made your heart clench, “I called you here to convene with the council before Roalm comes in.”

You looked up, realising he had spoken true. The only people here were the council members who had accompanied you on your trip and Paz.

“Do,” you swallowed and shifted your feet, “Do you want me to defend myself now?”

“I see no reason for you to defend yourself,” Dieko said, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “The children seemed to have fun and were quick to identify which berries were good and which ones weren’t.”

“And when they were unsure, they approached you or Maudii to consult,” another one added, “And received the correct answer. You did a good job at teaching them, m’lady, and I am sure I am not the only one who would support our foundlings to have more trips to our lands.”

It was one thing to know that you would not be in danger of execution from the council; it was another to actually be praised by them. You were so stunned, all you could do was look at him, trying to find words of gratitude.

“C’mere, omega,” Paz called and you turned around, “I want you here for this.”

His hands rested on his thick thighs and you hoped no one noticed how nervous his request made you. Sitting on his lap wasn’t that extraordinary for them. You had learned from Maudii that that was how previous leaders had held court in this clan.

For you, it felt oddly intimate.

“This is less fun than the last time we sat like this,” he joked quietly as he helped you settle on his lap. Your ears burned at the memory of how his fingers felt inside you. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Oh, hush,” you hissed and he chuckled, his big arm wrapping round your back until you sat sideways on him. It was so much easier to focus on him than on the rest of the room.

“Let me tease you, love,” he rumbled, his nose brushing over your jaw, “It’s my favourite part of the day.”

You were about to retort something very smart, you were sure of it, when the doors opened and you were faced with Roalm. He looked worse for wear than the first time you had seen him in this room but his presence still made you tense, your spine stiffening until Paz’s nose was on your neck again.

“Oh,” you breathed, pines and smoke filling your nostrils, “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, love,” his mouth moved against your sensitive skin, “Anything to keep you calm and happy, hm?”

You ignore the flutter in your heart in favour of melting against him, fully relaxing against his chest and letting yourself be encompassed by his scent.

“M’lord Vizsla,” Roalm started, his voice wavering as his eyes darted between you and your husband and the guards surrounding him, “I am so –“

“Since you did not give my wife the benefit of speaking in her defence, I will return the favour,” Paz’s voice cut through the hall and you flinched in surprise. Where did all that anger come from?

Your hand settled on his chest and you could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady. But there was something sharp and acid tickling your nostrils and you swallowed. Paz wasn’t only angry. He was furious. And all of this on your behalf.

“Did you see my wife poisoning the children?”

“Uh … well, not exactly, but that doesn’t mean –“

“Did any of the children feel unwell?”

“No, but …”

Paz’s hand squeezed your hip gently and you heard his sharp inhale, breathing you in. “So, you mean to tell me that my wife has been trying to murder innocent lives without having seen anything, without having any proof and even after seeing how beloved she is by them?”

“I am so sorry,” Roalm whimpered, cowering before you. You knew he must be scared. Stars, you would be, too, if Paz were this furious with you. Still, you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel sorry for the man who had accused you of the most heinous crime.

“It’s too late for apologies,” Paz hissed, “You implied my wife deserved to be executed for her crimes. Do you think you deserve that same fate?”

Your head whipped around, seeking your husband’s gaze. You were angry, yes, and you were not ready to forgive him yet. But did you want him to die in your name? No. You didn’t want anyone to die because of this.

Paz met your gaze, his frown softening. “He’ll be unharmed, my love,” he whispered, quiet enough for only you to hear, “But he will regret the day he dared to put you in danger.”

The determination in his voice made your heart sing and you turned around just in time to see Paz motion for the guards. “A few days in a cell should give you enough time to think about the consequences of your actions,” he announced, “Now leave my sight.”

Roalm’s wailing lasted only for a few seconds before the heavy doors closed behind him and the guards and suddenly everything returned to its usual business. People filtered through the doors, talking in small groups and you could see a few of the guards leave while the rest took their posts by the entrances.

Everyone acted like nothing happened at all but you could not bring yourself to it.

“Can … Can I stay here for a while?” you asked, not trusting yourself to look at Paz to face his rejection, “Just for a bit?”

His response was immediate. His hands pulled you even tighter to him and you could feel him shift in his seat until your head could comfortably lie against his chest. The way your body relaxed into him was not lost on you.

“You can stay here however long you wish to,” his fingers gently circled your scent gland, “And you can return tomorrow, too, if you like.”

*

“I want you in my bed tonight.”

The announcement came after dinner when you both had retired to your rooms. You were sitting on your bed, trying to subtly arrange the many blankets into a nest, discreetly sneaking your dress in there as well. Only because it was soft, of course, and not because his scent still clung to it.

You squeaked at his appearance in your doorframe. Paz usually spent his evenings in the parlour, sitting by the fire and reading notes before going to bed in the bedroom that was meant for the two of you.

Ever since you had married, Paz had made it clear he wouldn’t force himself on you. But maybe after the excitement of the day, he had changed his mind? Maybe his protecting you was bound to some sort of expectation that you now had to fulfil?

The fear on your face must have been obvious because the grin he sent you made your knees weak. “Not for any marital duties,” he winked, “Though I’m not opposed to it if you decide you want to know what a knot feels like.”

Do not think about taking his knot. Do not think about what taking his knot would feel like. Do not think about how he would praise you for taking his knot.

“Why then?” you asked, hands folded in your lap as you avoided his gaze, “Why do you want me … with you?”

Silence followed and you prayed to the stars that he could not smell how wet you were for him.

“I need to know you are safe,” he said, finally, “I would sleep better when you are close by.”

You would never admit it but it was the first time someone had voiced genuine concern for your well-being. The thought of it made your heart ache. After all, you had lived your entire life trying to serve your family’s – your clan’s – best intentions and all it got you was their rejection and life in a covert that you had been taught was enemy territory.

It was easy, then, to follow him back to his bedroom and carefully settle on one side of the giant bed while Paz settled on the other.

Despite its size, it did not take long until you reached your hand to the side and found him under the blankets.

“You probably need to visit the foundlings more often after today,” you said, a smile on your lips as you remembered how they had used him as a playground, “they really enjoyed themselves.”

“And did you?”

You turned to the side, finding him already looking at you. There was something so gentle about seeing him in the dim light of the embers, the lines on his face all smoothed over, the thin sheet pulled up only to his waist. “I did, too,” you confirmed, feeling out of breath for no reason at all, as you looked over his broad chest, “Although the thing you said today …”

“Which one?” he enquired, his hand reaching out to pull you closer. A warm feeling started in your chest when you cuddled up against him, his large hand swooping up and down your back, “I say many things when the day is long.”

You smiled. “You said, uh, you said that you know the only person I’d want to kill in the covert is you,” you recalled, rubbing your feet together for warmth, “Do you really think that?”

“Is it not true?”

The casualness with which he said it broke your heart. Did he really think you thought so little of him? Had the past few months not affected him at all, so he thought they hadn’t affected you either?

“I wouldn’t want to kill you,” you said firmly, needing him to hear you. “Maybe there was a time when the thought brought me comfort but it’s been a long time since then. I … feel comfortable here. With you and the foundlings and Kroks and Maudii.”

Hu hummed in acknowledgement and in a matter of seconds, you went from feeling like you needed to share your feelings to feeling like you had overshared once again. Paz may not be interested in you in that way … Were you even interested in him in that way?

The answer to that was clear.

“Can I scent you?”

“Yes.”

He rolled you around so he was on top of you, his eyes serious. Just like in the forest, his hand found your wrists, pinning them into the soft mattress. Your foreheads rested against one another and your breaths mingled-

His eyes searched for something and you wondered what it was, wondered if you could give it to him.

“I need you to know, little wife,” he murmured, his thumb brushing steadily over the scent glands on your wrists, “Everything I do these days is so you feel safe and comfortable. If I can’t offer you that,” you watched his throat bob, “Then maybe I do deserve to killed by you.”

Your brows furrowed in protest. Trying to free your hands was futile because his grip was so tight, so you did the only thing you could. You lifted your face up, right to his jaw and started scenting him. The shudder that went through his body made you smile and you continued, brushing your nose to the point right behind his ear.

His entire weight was resting on you now, making moving impossible but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to move anyway. You wanted to stay here and breathe him in – the familiar scent of pines and smoke making you feel at ease.

“I am right where I want to be,” you admitted into the quiet of the night, your eyes drooping closed, “And I want to be here with you, alpha.”

[littlebeluu]

Can u write some Marc guiu where the reader is insecure about her stretch marks and during s*x Marc noticed she was trying to cover them and he moved her hands started kissing the stretch marks telling her she’s perfect/ beautiful and he loves her.. x

I'm so happy for this becauuuse, I've been keeping a little secret for some time. I may or may not follow Marc's secret account on Twitter... where he happened to like this post that i will translate for you (back when likes were visible 😭). I took this screenshot in February.

I think we all agree that the majority of guys don't give a fuck about this.

q: Women with stretch marks are not attractive.

I hope that this information overcompensates for this poorly written smut. Let's get into it.

warnings: smut, oral (f and m), penetration, insecurities.

I watched as Marc pulled off his shirt, his bleached blonde hair sticking up in every direction. His broad shoulders and powerful back rippling under his tanned skin. He was a sight to behold.

“Come here,” he commanded.

I slowly got up from my position on the bed and made my way over to him, my heart beating nervously. I stopped a few feet away, fidgeting with the hem of my own shirt.

“Closer,” he said, a smile playing on Marc's lips.

I took another step closer to him. His hands reached out, sliding my shirt up over my body. Marc's fingers grazing over my skin sent shivers down my spine. As my shirt was pulled off over my head, I instinctively moved my arms to cover my stomach and legs, my stretch marks. But he quickly pulled my hands away, his smile growing wider.

“I love these,” he said, gently running his fingers over the lines on my skin.

I looked up at him in shock. No one had ever said that before.

“But they’re not very pretty,” I replied, my cheeks blushing.

Marc raised a brow, “What?”

“They’re not... I don’t know... I just feel like they make me look ugly,” I explained.

He chuckled and took my hands, leading me over to the bed. We both sat down, his hands never leaving mine.

“They’re not ugly at all amor, they’re beautiful. They mean you’ve experienced life, plus they look like fucking lightning, or water reflection. And to me... that’s sexy as fuck” he said.

I smiled at his words. My eyes followed Marc's hands as they ran up and down my body, stopping at the waistband of my yoga pants. His hands slid underneath the fabric, slowly pulling them off of me. As his hands passed over the curves of my hips and butt, my breath caught in my throat. I stood up before him, completely naked.

“You’re so beautiful,” Marc said, his voice full of longing.

My cheeks flushed even more and I tried to move to cover myself again, but he stopped me.

“I want to see you,” he said, voice firm. “I want to see all of you.”

His hands moved to the front of my body, sliding up over my breasts and down over my stomach.

My eyes closed as Marc's hands explored every inch of my body. When they reached my stretch marks again, I opened my eyes and watched as his lips followed. Kissing every single one of them. I couldn’t help but let out a whimper of pleasure. His hands continued to move over my body, sliding between my legs.

He slipped two fingers inside of me and I let out a moan of pleasure. Marc's fingers curled inside of me and his thumb circled around my clit. I could feel my orgasm building. My moans got louder and louder until I was crying out as I came.

When my orgasm subsided he stood up. I watched in awe as his shirt was pulled off, his muscles flexing beneath his tanned skin. Marc pulled down his pants and boxers, freeing his large cock. My eyes widened at the sight.

“Fuck,” I said, my mouth falling open.

He chuckled, “Like what you see?” he asked, a smirk on his face.

I nodded eagerly. His hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it up and down. I watched in amazement as pre-cum dripped out of the tip.

Marc picked me up, carrying me over to the bed. I was placed on my back, his body hovering over mine. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking and biting the skin there. I let out a loud moan, feeling another orgasm building. Marc kissed down my body, stopping at my breasts. His tongue flicked over my nipples, making me squirm under him. I could feel his cock rubbing against my pussy, but he didn’t enter me yet. Instead he continued to tease me, moving his tongue down to my pussy. I felt his warm breath on my clit, followed by his tongue licking at my folds. I cried out as another orgasm ripped through my body.

When I came back down, I opened my eyes to see him hovering over me, a smile on his face.

“You taste so good,” Marc said, “But I think I’ve made you cum enough for now.”

I nodded in agreement, still trying to catch my breath. His cock was still rock hard against my leg. I knew Marc hadn’t cum yet, but I was ready for him to.

“Please,” I begged, “I want to feel you inside of me.”

He chuckled, “Not yet.”

Marc moved so that he was straddling my chest. His cock was inches from my mouth. I licked my lips, knowing exactly what he wanted.

Marc took hold of my head and brought my mouth to his cock. I took him in my mouth, sucking him hard. I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth. I knew he was close due to his whimpers. His hand tightened around the back of my head and his cock hit the back of my throat as he came.

I swallowed his load, moaning in pleasure at the taste of his cum. Marc's hand stayed in my hair, his cock still in my mouth. I licked and sucked at him, trying to get every last bit of cum out of him. When I was finished, he pulled out of my mouth and kissed me. I could taste his salty cum on our tongues.

I felt his cock starting to grow hard again as we kissed. He broke the kiss and looked down at me.

“Are you ready?” Marc asked.

I eagerly nodded, “Yes, please.”

He positioned himself between my legs, his cock rubbing against my pussy. I moaned at the sensation, desperate for him to be inside of me. His hands went under my ass, lifting me slightly as he thrust into me. I cried out at the feeling of Marc filling me up. His cock felt so good inside of me, it was like he was made to fit me. Marc began to thrust in and out of me, his pace fast and hard. His hands gripped my ass as he fucked me. I could feel another orgasm building. My legs wrapped around his waist, holding onto him as he fucked me. I moaned loudly, my hands gripping the sheets. Marc's pace was becoming faster and faster, harder and harder.

“Fuck,” he cried out, “I’m going to cum.”

I nodded eagerly, my moans getting louder and louder until I was crying out as I came. I could feel his cock swell inside of me and then he was coming, his cum filling me up. His hands stayed on my ass as he emptied his load into me. Marc's cock twitched as his cum dripped out of me and onto the sheets.

He slowly pulled out of me and laid down next to me. Marc's hand moved to my stomach, running his fingers over my stretch marks.

“Thank you,” I said, looking over at him.

Marc smiled and kissed me. “I told you, you’re beautiful.”

I smiled back at him, feeling loved and appreciated. My insecurities now washed away thanks to his words. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His hand still ran over my skin. I felt loved and protected in his arms. I kissed his chest and closed my eyes, falling into a peaceful sleep. Marc's arms held me tight as he fell asleep too.

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? ✮ F. LÓPEZ

summary. fermín wants to celebrate his new trophy with you.

warnings. 18+ mean! fermín. smut.

gabri speaks! paz!reader universe is back due to popular demand.

the view of the apartment the guys rented for the party was breathtaking. madrid was a beautiful city, you were glad your brother had convinced your parents to move in with him. although right now you were alone in madrid surrounded by a bunch of players you didn’t know. a bunch of players your brother hated. in the midst of drunk players and their friends you kept tugging your short red dress every five minutes. you were beginning to regret even coming, you were only here because of a certain blonde. a blonde you had yet to see.

“didn’t bring nico?” you’re startled by a familiar voice.

“why? you have a crush on my brother?” you ask him surprised at the sudden interest fermín had for your brother.

“no but it would’ve been nice to show him what a trophy looks like.” you can barely see him through the dim lights but you know he’s smirking. you can hear it in his voice.

“if i’m not wrong you barely had minutes. i’m not too sure you have any bragging rights.” you test him.

“and somehow i played more minutes than your brother has his whole career.” his tone changes. “watch your mouth. you look prettier like that.”

you’re taken aback by his change in demeanor quite frankly you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him this riled up. he’s rough and threatening, his good boy facade long gone. you’re amused by the way he’s acting wondering if he’s trying to get you to sleep with him again. you place your hand on his jaw while the other goes into his hair, tempting him.

“it’s such a shame that you could be celebrating your win but instead you’re bitching about my brother like a sad little envious child.” you say sharply not taking insults to your brother lightly.

the smirk that once adorned his face was now gone and you could tell he was mad at you now. he grips your hands away from him with such a tight hold you’ll know they’ll be bruised tomorrow. his eyes pierce into yours with a threatening look and you realize you’ve successfully riled him up.

“okay, that’s it.” he murmurs.

one minute you’re looking at fermín dead in the eye and the next you feel his hands grip your waist. his hold is so strong on you that he manages to carry you over his shoulder with ease. you’re not that surprised at how easily he’s picked you up, you’ve noticed how bulkier he got over the past year. when the guy you’ve been fucking on the low gets hotter you notice.

“fermín! put me down!” you shriek.

the blonde just finds it funny laughing at your vulnerability. your screams manage to get the attention of his teammates and their guests. the least you could say is that he was embarrassing you in front of everyone and you hoped that none of the real madrid players were here. the last thing you needed was to get embarrassed and scolded by your brother. the faces of the guest slowly fade away as fermín drags you to what you can assume is his room. he gently drops you on the bed before laying down next to you.

“you’re such an asshole.” you whine as you fix your dress. it’s then that you realize that some of the guests had probably seen your dress skirt up, your face heats up instantly at that.

you don’t get to bicker at him for much longer because he pulls you on top of him. his hands instantly go towards your hips — a muscle memory for him by now — and holds you. you can already feel him grow hard against you and you get excited. the two of you had just argued and now here he was with a hard on. he thrusts up against you causing a whine to slip past your lips at the sensation.

“such a shame that you could use your mouth for beautiful noises like this instead of arguing.” he murmurs under his breathe trying to contain his groans.

it’s your turn to grind against him causing his breath to falter. he places himself against the crook of your neck as you continue your movements, leaving wet kisses along your throat. you move your hands into the light curls of his hair as you feel yourself growing wetter.

“instead of trying to compete against my brother every five seconds you could be fucking me but you don’t see me complaining.” and there you go always trying to have the last word.

“shut the fuck up and spread your legs.” he groans.

you hesitate but you obey nevertheless. his hand trails down your figure until he places it firmly on your thigh, teasing you. he knows you need him and the idea of making you frustrated is amusing to him. you can’t stand it anymore — his touch being so close yet so far — you yearn him. it’s almost pathetic except for the fact that you know he feels the same way. he’s the one who wanted you first and he always ends up satisfying you even if he’s mad.

his fingers slowly tread up your leg and you grow frustrated at the edging. you can’t stand it anymore so you drag his fingers to where you need him the most causing a teasing laugh to leave his lips. you know he’ll give you shit about this later but you don’t care, you need him. he also seems to think the same as he doesn’t waste time spreading your wetness along your folds. your hips instinctively grind into his hand as his fingers start circling your clit causing waves of pleasure throughout your body.

“oh, fuck.” you whine as he brings a couple of his fingers towards your hole.

“say you want my fingers.” he looks at you with a defying grin. “say it or else i’ll leave you here all alone.”

“fuck fermín please.” you gasp as one of his fingers enters you slowly. “i need your fingers, please”

he leaves a quick kiss on your jaw before inserting you with his second finger. your body collapses against his chest as he fucks you slowly. the intrusion is sudden and your hands grip the sheets below you as he fills you up. the feeling is intense and you feel feral at the way you moan without holding back. the thing about fermín was that while he was asshole at least he fucked, hard. his free hand grabs you by the throat forcing you to look at him as you ride his hand.

he looks at you in awe admiring the way your eyes get glossy as you fuck yourself on his fingers. he analyzes the way your hair bounces with every movement of your hips and how your eyes close and your nose scrunches a bit before reaching your peak. he adds a third finger hoping to help you reach your high. you’re full on whining in his ear now as he fills you up completely. the sensation of your walls clinging to his fingers so tightly also allow him a sense of satisfaction.

“fermín. please.” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for. you only knew that you were close.

“you’re so close.” he whispers as he pulls you in for a kiss. the kiss is sloppy but soft. a mixture of lost and love. it scares you, nevertheless you come around his fingers gasping as you wet his fingers.

“fuck, that was hot. you’re hot.” fermín rambles as he helps you come down from your orgasm.

as you adjust your dress and fix your hair fermín watches you intensely. he’s tired of only seeing you like this and never normally. he hadn’t slept with anyone else since you came into his life and you were making him crazy. the feeling of knowing fran was so close of having you too was too much for him and he wasn’t sure why felt so possessive about you.

was it just lust or was it love?

[lilhawkeye3]

Kiss prompt 24 with Paz 😍😍😍

24. Kiss of Life • from this prompt list

Paz Vizsla x Reader • prompt masterlist • divider by @saradika-graphics

You hate Mandalorian armor. Sure, you can admit it’s usually helpful. Sexy even. But right now, faced with Paz’s large, unmoving form, all the armor currently does is keep you from being able to tell if he’s breathing.

The explosion had a bigger blast radius than you’d both expected, and the debris had hit his back hard as he lunged to try and cover you.

Kark, you can’t tell if he’s breathing.

You crawl to kneel next to his head. You know you can’t look at his face, so you hurriedly tear a strip of your dust-covered shirt and wrap it around your eyes. Knot secure tight in the back, you slip his helmet off reverently and set it quickly but gently to the side. Your fingers brush his face until you find his mouth and nose and pause for several heartbeats, waiting.

He isn’t breathing.

His armor gets in the way of any attempt of CPR. You can only think of one option in your desperation.

You tilt his head forward slightly to open his airway, coax his jaw open, take a deep breath, and bend down to slot your mouth against his. Your breaths will become his as you force air into his lungs.

He has to start breathing again. You’ll kill him if he doesn’t.

When he gasps under the touch of your lips, you immediately pull away.

His fingers find your chin and guide you back to continue what you’ve started.

[vodika-vibes]

Lost And Found

Summary: As a Private Detective, you get all sorts of clients. However, you never thought that a Mandalorian would hire you. And you never thought that his simple case would turn into something so important.

Pairing: Pre Paz Vizsla x F!Reader

Word Count: 1526

Warnings: Kidnapping, torture (though nothing detailed)

A/N: So this was going to be straight up romance, but I got bit by a wild plot bunny and this was made instead.

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Nearly a year ago, Paz Vizsla stepped into your office intent to hire you.

You wish you had told him to take a hike. You wish you hadn’t been so desperate for credits.

But, well, if wishes were fishes you’d never go hungry, right?

The case had been simple, at first.

His foundling, Ragnar, had been kidnapped from right in front of the house. There had been no witnesses and no ransom demand, and while his people were still doing their own search, Paz reached out to you.

A missing kid is a big deal, and you always assume malice when a kid goes missing, so you accepted the case without thinking it through all the way.

At the time, your immediate instinct was that a rival clan was trying to use Ragnar to get revenge against Paz. After all, there are only Mandalorians on Mandalore, so it’s a logical conclusion to reach.

Paz swore, up and down, that no Mandalorian would harm a child to get to their parent. And while you wanted to take him at his word, you’ve seen enough evil in the galaxy to know that it’s not always the case.

Luckily, finding Ragnar was simple, once you dug up a lead.

He had been snatched by slavers connected to the Hutt Cartel. The slavers hadn’t made it off Mandalore yet, seeing as the search for Ragnar was going strong. So rescuing him had been a simple matter of coordinating with some of the warriors, and sneaking in to free him while the slavers were distracted by the, very angry, men and women.

Paz and Ragnar were reunited, and you got a very nice paycheck. Plus a bonus.

And it was a sweet reunion. You hadn’t known that a man as solid and dangerous as Paz Vizsla could be so soft with another person. It was, frankly, unfairly attractive. Which is a hilarious thing to think seeing as the only part of his body you’ve ever seen was a sliver of skin at his neck, when he moved his head.

Anyway, the case should have stopped there.

You should have stopped digging. You weren’t getting paid to keep digging, after all. And you had other cases that you needed to look into.

But this case was like an itch in your brain.

Something didn’t make sense.

And so, between cases, you kept digging. Subtly, at first. Looking into missing kids from isolated communities. Looking at the crime rates in refugee camps across the galaxy. Looking into the numbers of slaves available on the dark web.

You were following threads through a labyrinth of conflicting information and dangerous road blocks. And you were doing so without any support or back-up.

Eventually, the threads led to a dead end, and you realized you had to take a step back and reevaluate your case. At the time, you had a lot of information, but there was nothing connecting the information to each other.

So you thought and planned, and decided to go and kick some trees. Just to see what will shake loose. Asking the right people the right questions has always been a staple of your career, after all. And you’re good at what you do.

This time, however, you asked the wrong person the wrong question, and you ended up with a bullet in your shoulder—who even uses slug-throwers in this day and age—and locked in a tiny cell.

By virtue of your career being what it is, when people start shooting at you, or trying to torture you, you’re heading in the right direction. The only problem is, you aren’t really sure what rabbit hole you just fell down.

You’re not worried though.

You’ve always been a survivor. And this situation is no different than any other situation you’ve been in before.

You just need to bide your time until you can escape. After all, pain is a temporary sensation, and it’s a reminder that you’re still alive.

Still, you hope you get your chance soon.

Just because pain is temporary doesn’t mean you enjoy it.

“I appreciate you coming so promptly,”

Paz eyes the slimy looking man standing in front of him, grateful for the helmet that hides the contemptuous curl of his lip, “You said the matter was urgent.” He says instead.

“Yes, quite so.” The slimy man wrings his hands anxiously, “A woman was poking around, and we’re trying to determine how much she knows, but she’s very tight lipped. For a woman, at least.”

“Is that right?”

“We’ve tried everything. Burning, electricity, knives, guns—she still won’t talk.”

“Torture generally isn’t a good way to make people tell you things.”

“Which is why we called on a professional,” The man beams up at Paz, “Unfortunately, she might have something of a concussion at the moment—”

“How did that happen?”

“One of the boys got frustrated because she was being lippy and beat her with his blaster,” He shrugs, “It happened a few days ago, but she’s not quite back to herself yet.”

Any positive feelings Paz might have had to the people who work here, all of whom are slaves or former slaves, vanishes immediately. Anyone who would beat a woman just for being ‘lippy’ doesn’t deserve any mercy. “Show me.”

Paz follows his employer through the dimly lit halls and passed dozens of empty, but blood stained, cells. Until they stop in front of a solid metal door. The door slides open with a wave of a key card, and Paz has to physically stop himself from reacting.

Even badly beaten and covered in blood and dirt, she’s still recognizable as the detective who found Ragnar.

If he had known that the Detective was still looking into why Ragnar was kidnapped, he would have reached out and they could have investigated together.

He quickly shoves the thought to the side, and steps into the cell to crouch in front of her. She’s not conscious, and there’s fresh blood dripping from a cut on her temple. Suggesting to him that someone paid her a visit before he got here.

He exhales silently, and quickly starts coming up with a plan to get her out.

And, luckily, the half formed idea just might be enough.

“I’m taking her with me.” Paz says, as he shifts her so he’s able to sling her over his shoulders. It’s not the gentlest way to carry her, but he’s technically undercover, “I need someplace else to work, someplace where I can trick her into being comfortable.”

His employer blinks up at him, and then beams, “Oh! Of course! What a clever idea! You’ll keep me in the loop though, right?”

“That is what you’re paying me for.”

“Wonderful! Wonderful! I look forward to hearing from you.”

The next half an hour flies by, as Paz gets her back to his ship and gets the ship in the air, before he starts to tend to her injuries.

She’s hurt worse than she looks.

Cuts and lacerations, broken and dislocated bones. Not to mention the concussion he’s sure she has.

But he does his best to patch her up, cleaning and wrapping her injuries, before letting her sleep in his bed while he keeps watch.

She doesn’t wake for hours. For long enough that he started checking her breathing every fifteen minutes, just in case.

And when her eyes flutter open, he releases the breath he feels like he’s been holding since he saw her in that little cell all those hours ago.

Her unfocused eyes flicker over to him, and she stares at him for a moment, “...Paz Vizsla?”

“In the flesh,” He reaches out to gently push a bandage back into place, “How are you feeling, pretty girl?”

A, slightly loopy, smile crosses her face, “You think I’m pretty?”

He laughs softly, “You saved my son. I’d have married you on the spot.”

She hums, and Paz is pretty sure she has no idea what he’s talking about. But then she slowly nods, “Kay. But I want a necklace.”

“A necklace?”

“Yeah. Rings ruin my gloves.”

“Well,” Paz is trying, so hard, not to laugh at her, “We can’t have that.”

“So I want a necklace.” She finishes with a tiny nod.

“Noted.” Paz checks on another bandage that had slipped while she was sleeping, “Tell you what, when you no longer have a concussion we can talk about this more.”

“Yeah...my head hurts.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Carefully Paz slides his hand between her shoulder blade, “Let’s get you sitting up so you can take some pain medicine.” She doesn’t fight him as he pushes her into a seated position, though she does slump into him.

“...ow. My everything hurts.”

“I know. Here, two small pills, and then you can sleep some more.” Paz helps her with the pills and the water, before he carefully lowers her back down, “Then we can talk about the case, alright?”

“You’re good at this,” She mumbles as she pats his hand clumsily, “Even more attractive now.”

And Paz chuckles, “Thank you. Get some more sleep, pretty girl. We can talk more later.”

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[vagabond-umlaut]

WIP GAME

rules — list the names/titles of docs in your WIP folder + open your inbox to have people ask about them!

tyyy for the tag, rheya my love 😌😌❤️ the fics u hv listed sound so so interesting!!! i have my eyes set esp on the tigerhybrid!sukuna fic---tht i'm sure u will write very well, as u always have 🥰🥰 @satoruxx

to fall in love is to create a religion (that has a fallible god)

geto suguru x reader; set in hidden inventory arc; senpai x kouhai; koi no yokan (means 'premonition of love'); canon-compliant

let me take your coat (and this weight off of your shoulders)

geto suguru x reader; slightly insane cult leader!geto; married life; parenthood; nice simple domestic stuff <3 (until jjk 0)

i'll love you forever (and we'll never be in the same room again)

geto suguru x reader; geto survives jjk 0; amnesiac!reader; angst with a happy ending; final installment of this series :D

kugelblitz

gojo satoru x reader; angel!satoru; soulmates (sort of...); tw dubcon (but not really???); tw pregnancy; angst with a hopeful ending

heartbeat star

gojo satoru x reader; angel!satoru; developing relationship; more-or-less domestic vibes; tw pregnancy; epilogue-ish to the above fic :))

the heart is an eye

ryomen sukuna x reader; brother's best friend!sukuna; unrequited love; arranged marriage; regency era; 'falls first' x 'falls hard' trope (but amped up to a 100)

no pressure tags 😊😊❤️ ---

@diremoone, @risuola, @sukunasweetheart, @yuujispinkhair, @avatarofstars

@songsofadelaide, @sukunasteeth, @strawberrystepmom, @afortoru, @pupkashi

[bitchin-beskar]

besties, I was seized by an idea late this evening, and I physically could not settle until I wrote out a concept piece (paz x reader au)

The blindfold obscured your vision, but did nothing to dampen the sounds of jeers from your fellow townspeople as they gleefully dragged you forward. You stumbled, tripping over your skirt as your bare feet ached from the cuts and bruises inflicted from your run through the forest and subsequent night in the town’s jail cell.

Your captors jerked to a halt, almost causing you to fall on your face. They weren’t gentle as they shoved you up onto a platform of some kind. Your back was pushed up roughly against what felt like a thick wooden pole. One of the men grabbed the tail of the rope that bound your wrists and yanked it up above your heat, tying it to something above your head, so you were restrained even further. Another wrapped what felt like dozens of cords of rope around your waist, anchoring you tightly to the pole behind you.

The rough, frayed rope rubbed your skin raw, though you tried to blink back the tears that threatened to fall. Once the men seemed certain you would not be able to escape, they stepped back, and loud thunks began to sound all around you, as though people were throwing something at your feet. Suddenly, there was a looming presence, and a dark, slimy voice at your ear sending shivers of terror down your spine.

“This all could’ve been avoided, witch. If you’d just done what I asked, it wouldn’t have come to this,” he sneered, and you tried to shy away, but your bonds wouldn’t let you. Nevertheless, you tried to keep up a brave facade.

“Never.”

You had no warning before his palm cracked loudly against your cheek, the sharp edges of his ring tearing a gash in your skin. You bit back a gasp, but traitorous tears began to dampen the blindfold. You’d recognized the voice as belonging to Captain Vikar Carid, the town’s sherrif.

His looming presence disappeared, and a new voice called loudly for more logs.

“PLEASE, NO!”

You flinched at the voice that rung out in the air, not at the volume, but at the sheer terror that colored that familiar tone.

“Missus Von Batton, it’s alright,” a sickly sweet voice tried to soothe, but she would not be calmed.

“SHE’S NO WITCH, YOU HERETICS!” the herbalist screamed, and the sound of your guardian’s voice so broken just shattered something inside you. “I RAISED THAT GIRL, IF SHE’S A WITCH, SO THEN AM I!”

The voices all grew quiet, and you felt something cold and terrible wrap its claws around your heart. As terrified as you were, you’d face your trial by fire with as much dignity as you could muster. But if they put Missus Hilde up here beside you…

“Missus Von Batton, do calm yourself, my dear.” A condescending voice rung out. “Once the witch is dead, the spell she’s cast over you will disappear, and you will be back to your old self. It’s really better for everyone.”

You recognized this speaker too. The “Honorable” Iviin Lok, the judge of your town’s court, and the one who had declared you guilty and sentenced your execution for dawn of the following day.

Missus Hilde screamed again, and you heard Mister Lok command her to be taken from the square and sequestered in her home, so as not to “distress” her further.

The sounds of logs thudding to the ground all around you continued for some untold amount of time, until finally, the horrid sound ceased.

Even though you were blindfolded, you let your eyes fall shut. You knew what was coming next, and you tried to steel yourself. It was the most difficult task you’d ever undertaken, but you were determined to go forth from this life with as much dignity as you could muster.

Chants started up all around you, voices crying out for your execution.

Witch! They jeered.

Burn her! They screeched.

End her cursed life! They howled.

You heard the telltale sound of flint striking steel, and the distinct sound of kerosene-soaked cloth going up in flames. You could picture the scene in your mind’s eye.

The Captain, standing there, torch in hand, his hateful eyes glaring upon your immobile form.

Your accusers, your bullies for all your six-and-twenty years of life, watching with barely disguised glee at your predicament.

The men you’d scorned, who wanted to fuck the “pretty flower” from the woods, sneering in disgust at your battered and bruised body.

Their wives, jealous rage finally cooled by the perverted sense of “justice” taking place, eagerly awaiting your death.

You knew the second the torch touched the mountain of logs and kindling at your feet, for a great roar swept through the crowd, feet stamping and hands clapping. You bit your lip to stop a whimper from escaping.

All you could do was wait for the flames to reach you, and hope that you passed out from the pain before you felt the fire consume your flesh inch by inch.

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE MAND’ALOR IS GOING ON HERE?”

Abruptly, the crowd fell silent, and all you could hear was the crackling of the wood catching fire.

It was silent for a moment, then two, and then the voice boomed once again, rattling your very bones.

“RELEASE MY WIFE FROM THAT PYRE, IMMEDIATELY.”

…

Wait a second.

Wife?

pls, pls, pls tell me what y'all think, I can't tell if this is actually interesting or not

tagging some moots bc why not: @catsnkooks, @firstofficerwiggles, @tailorvizsla, @maybege, @lilhawkeye3, @mysticalgalaxysalad

[yandereunsolved]

Some things various mgs yanderes would say/do while trying to a coax a hiding darling out? After all, some people are really damn good at hiding. Not everyone's gonna choose the very smart and no obvious option of a box.

-📦 anon

Apologies that it took so long to get to your ask, Gender Box. This thought was stewing for a while.

⌞ route: speak slowly. ⌝

⌞ They are promising that they won't get mad. They are speaking to you with such honeyed words. They are going with the "you catch more flies with honey than vinegar" approach. ⌝

⸝⸝ yanderes that fall under this category― ⸝⸝ ⌕ ⌇ Otacon, Kazuhira Miller (MGS:PW), Paz, Raikov

⌞ route: threaten. ⌝

⌞ They don't quite care if you're good at hiding. They are encouraging you to hide more. To stay put. That will make you easier to find and discourage you from trying to escape again. ⌝

⸝⸝ yanderes that fall under this category― ⸝⸝ ⌕ ⌇ Gray Fox (mostly post MG2), Revolver Ocelot, Volgin, Liquid Snake, Solidus Snake

⌞ route: compromise. ⌝

⌞ It is a good middle ground. They are telling you that they love you, but you disobeyed. You have to have consquences. If you come out now it'll be much less severe. They are being practical and sweet. It can end up being a double-edged sword depending on how you take it. ⌝

⸝⸝ yanderes that fall under this category― ⸝⸝ ⌕ ⌇ Venom/Punished Snake, Solid Snake, Kazuhira Miller (MGSV:TPP and forward), Strangelove

💌 (-note-): The Cobra Unit, Beauty and Beast Unit, Raiden and John (Naked Snake-Big Boss) could fit into any of these categories depending on their mood and state in canon.

💌 (-note-): Vamp is more of a sweet taunter. He's threatening consequences but also being flirty.

[tarrensbookmarks]

Star Wars

➼ Kino Loy ‣I Want You to Show Me Weak by tarabyte3 Kino Loy x F!Reader

➼ Din Djarin/The Mandalorian ‣Still of Your Hand by moonlight-prose Din Djarin x F!Reader ‣Sleepy Sex by saradika Din Djarin x F!Reader ‣Home Is Wherever I'm With You by saradika Din Djarin x F!Reader

➼ Boba Fett ‣Dance of the Desert Snake by seriowan Boba Fett x F!Reader ‣Maybe I Just Wanna Be Yours by saradika Boba Fett x F!Reader ‣Ex Libris by daimyosprincess Professor!Boba Fett x F!Librarian!Reader

➼ Paz Vizla ‣Bold by flightlessangelwings Paz Vizsla x F!Reader

➼ Cad Bane ‣Expensive Tastes by eloquentmoon Cad Bane x Rich!F!Reader

➼ Crosshair ‣Insufferable by thrawns-babygirl Crosshair x F!Reader [Part One] [Part Two] ‣Show Me by thrawns-babygirl Crosshair x F!Reader ‣Keeping it Casual by clonecyare Crosshair x F!Reader

dividers by saradika-graphics

[ennkis]

FALLING IN LOVE, WITH YOU

summary : how i think the la masia boys would realize theyre in love with you

notes : this is a filler because i dont have anything finnished rn ... im making this and some headcannons a series x lmk who you want to see in the future. ALSO! im leaving for a three week vacation on tuesday (given its sunday rn) so theres gonna be less n less fics. ill have some drafts which ill post but ..

pairings : hector fort , marc guiu , pau cubarsi , lamine yamal x reader

HECTOR is considered a serious and somewhat private guy. he thinks, before sharing details about himself with others. he was cautious and discrete, even around you. although he didn't know it at the time, hector slowly began to feel more comfortable sharing every little detail about his experiences and daily life with you, no matter how big or small. when something important happened, you became his first thought. after some time, he began to realize just how much he truly loved and admired you.

PAU is still pretty young. being basically freshly seventeen, a prominent player for the barcelona team. id imagine pau to be in a relationship for over six months before he realizes hes in love. the moment he realizes the fact is when hes missing you. missing your touch, missing your voice, missing your eyes, missing you as a whole. it could be considered as clingy but he just misses you and thats what he considered as love.

LAMINE is even younger than pau but quite mature for his age. he enjoys thinking far, far ahead. lamine often finds himself fantasizing about his future—his future house, family, future in football—and while doing so, he realizes that he can't imagine a reality without you by his side. another moment where he realizes his actual feelings towards you is when you meet his family. he is a family-oriented person and loves his family, especially his brother. he would melt at the sight of you and keyne together, and the moment he introduces you to his parents and they approve, it's decided. he's in love

MARC would be smitten since day one. i can imagine him as a golden retriever type boyfriend. but the moment he realizes his love for you is when he sees you at basically every match, cheering, supporting, being there for him.

[maybege]

Bathtime Adventures

Summary: You just wanted to use the nice bath tub …

Pairing: footballer!Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 5.7k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, Football AU, marriage of convenience, pining, explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, some dirty talk, some praise, idiots in love

This is just a little snippet of an AU I thought of with the ever wonderful @mostly-megan who is also responsible for a large part of the dialogue in this story, iirc.

Basically, it is set up as a marriage of convenience with Paz, a football player with sudden (visa? PR?) problems, and Reader, who works at the team’s headquarters and agrees to marry him so he can stay the season. Lots of mutual pining, lots of pretending to be in love but actually being in love, you get the gist. It was fun just delving a little bit into this idea and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! As always, please let me know what you think in a comment or a reblog.

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

When you first moved in, Paz had only set one rule.

(“That’s the bathroom,” he had said, opening the door to the most stunning bathroom you had ever seen, “The tub’s pretty good. It’s, uh, got all the jets and settings and stuff. You are free to use it whenever except after training.” At your questioning look, he had elaborated, “I like to soak in the tub for sore muscles after training. You have my schedule anyway so just …” he shrugged, “All I ask is that the tub is free when I am home.”)

And he had not lied. His schedule was sent to your work email like clockwork every Sunday and he shared his calendar with you so you were aware of any last-minute edits to his schedule.

It was all very straightforward, really, and under different circumstances, you’d say that Paz Vizsla was a reliable and considerate colleague.

Only he wasn’t your colleague.

He was your husband.

Pretending to be married to the giant football player was more difficult. For one, you got to move into his apartment. His giant, expensive, glorious apartment was somewhere on the upper levels of a skyscraper which meant that every single room in the two stories had a full view of the city's surrounding skyline.

He had readied the guest room for you and hired a moving company so you could move your belongings. The ones you didn’t need, you put into storage. All at his expense. Or rather, the team’s expense. Turns out a fake marriage for legal and PR reasons involved much more than just two people.

*

It was Tuesday night when you decided to risk it. You hadn’t seen Paz all day but since practice was scheduled to go until 5, you figured that would have left enough room for him to go and relax his muscles. You actively tried to think of something other than Paz sitting naked in the big tub.

Sure, not only would this marriage get you the corner office and permanent position on the team’s administration you always dreamed of. But while you endured your 24 months of marriage to the man, you could also take advantage of the amenities of your beautiful home. After all, he had actively offered them. And that tub was really nice.

So, you made your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine. Dressed in only your robe, you felt like one of these women in the movies. White fluffy robe, a glass of wine in hand, a few candles surrounding the tub and flower petals floating on the water. Yes, you could get used to this.

Just before you dipped your toe in the water, you turned on some slow jazz music and turned off the big light. Yes, this was perfect.

The glimmering city lights paired with the golden flames of the candles gave the room the spa feeling you wanted and when you rested your head against the edge, you allowed yourself to imagine what it must be like to live this life forever. Really, you could not fault Paz for this rule. If you had all this money, you also would want to spend all this time taking bubble baths.

You watched the sunset over the city, sipped your wine, and, at one point, even tried out the jets which made the bubbles even more prominent. It was fun and warm and you found yourself wishing you could stay in the warm water forever.

Until the door slammed open. You flinched, turning around to see –

“Paz!” you squeaked, frightened and shocked and you did. Your state of undress or his state of undress. The shirt was already lying in the hallway and he had just fumbled with his belt when he stepped into the room. He seemed … Well, he looked exhausted.

“Paz, what are you doing?” you stuttered out, watching as he made his way into the bathroom as if he hadn’t even realized you were right there.  

He grunted. “Taking a bath.”

“Are – are you okay?”

“No,” he replied, “Had the worst fucking day. Practice ran over.”

You glanced outside where night had taken over. Practice must have really run over. “I – I thought – I’m sorry, I can quickly,” you made to move out of the tub but you realized just in time that you were naked and your towels were neatly folded on the other side of the room.

“You mind if I join you, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice deliciously gruff as he undid his belt. The sight was more erotic than it should have been. “There seem to be enough bubbles to cover everything up.”

You pretended to think for a moment when, really, all you could think about was how handsome he was. How broad. How the little trail of hair led to the waistband of his pants and how you would not mind seeing a little more.

You shook your head. “Not at all,” you heard yourself say, “You – you can have some wine too if you like.”

Paz just hummed. He was all sweaty and from practice, probably. But your head made you conjure up images where he was sweaty from something else entirely.

You tried to look away from him, you really really did. But there was something almost hypnotic about watching Paz take off his clothes. It was not a slow affair, not something he savoured. He ripped his clothes off like he could not wait to get out of them and he did not seem to mind you watching at all.

So, you swallowed and allowed yourself to really look at him. Your eyes roamed over his face, from his dark curls to the stubble on his strong jaw, down his thick neck to his shoulders and big arms. Really, everything about this man was just two sizes bigger than average.

And you came to that conclusion before you looked over his torso, his belly, and finally his … his …

“Scoot over, sweetheart,” he instructed, voice hoarse and you ripped your gaze from his cock, cheeks heating up at being caught. But Paz seemed so tired, that he did not even acknowledge it. When his eyes met yours, they seemed hollow, pure exhaustion radiated off him and something in your heart clenched.

Watching Paz sink into the water was a sight to be seen. The tub was big but so was he and suddenly there was not all that much space left between you.

And you found that you did not mind it at all.

The sound that left him was almost obscene. A low groan from somewhere deep in his chest that had your thighs involuntarily clenching and you were glad for all the bubbles because it meant he could not see the effect his proximity had on you.

“Here,” you offered him the glass of wine, praying he did not notice your shaking hand.

He peeked one eye open as he grabbed it. “Thank you.” He took a little sip before placing it with a quiet clink on the edge of the tub.

Silence followed.

He had his eyes closed again and he already seemed a bit more relaxed. A bit more at home.

“So,” you started carefully, “Practice ran over?”

He groaned again, though this time it sounded almost amused. “I swear by the stars that Fett wants to see one of us dead by exhaustion by the end of the season,” he joked, opening his eyes and looking at you, “Dreks came late to practice so he made all of us stay longer.”

“Five hours?” you asked incredulously, “Is that even legal?”

He laughed, a warm sound that echoed in the tiled room. “I am not sure Fett cares about legal as long as it gets us winning against the Jedis.”

You weren’t sure what it was. Maybe the wine or your own sleepy haze that had you stretching your hand out until it landed on his shoulder. “Do – I can rub your shoulders? If you want?”

The dark-haired man blinked at you and you opened your mouth to apologize for the offer, clearly having overstepped the line. But to your surprise, he nodded and a deep rumble in his chest followed. “Sure,” he murmured, “That – That would be really nice, actually.”

It was quiet when he turned around, facing the windows with his back to you and you took a deep breath. Carefully, you cupped your hands and let some water run over his back before your palms followed.

“Stars,” you whispered as your hands slid over his shoulders, “You must be so sore.”

Paz hummed and you dug your fingers a little deeper. You were by far no trained masseuse but, selfishly, you just wanted to make him feel good. So, you carefully moved your hands over his shoulders, kneading them slowly and marvelling at how much muscle one man could have in his back.

He turned his head to the side, just enough to meet your gaze over his shoulder and you found. “You can dig a little deeper, you know?” he said with a teasing edge, “You are not going to hurt me.”

“It's not that, at all. You're just … you're very strong,” you breathed, allowing your hands to slip from his shoulders down his back. You could feel the muscles begin to relax beneath your palm and Paz shifted, “And to get you so tense … you work so hard, Paz.”

He did not say anything but that did not stop you. Because the words had left your lips and now that you had this sudden courage, you could not hold yourself back any longer.

“I bet you find hardly any chance to relax,” you whispered as you rubbed over the particularly sore spot again, “You deserve to relax, Paz.”

That got him moving. He groaned again, the sound shooting straight to your core, and stretched his back. “I have an idea or two on how you can get me to relax, sweetheart,” he said, rolling his shoulders and leaning back.

It took you a moment to realise what he just said.

The same amount of time it took him to realise what he just said. What he had implied.

To be clear, the implication itself was not the problem. What was a problem was how your body reacted to the idea of making it your job to relax him after a hard training session. Of kneeling between his string thighs and laving at his cock until he was groaning and spurting his come into your mouth. You could feel your nipples harden, your core clenching, and suddenly you could think of nothing else but wrapping your hand around his cock and see whether he was as big as he was everywhere.

Paz, on the other hand, just looked sheer horrified. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to suggest –“

“Oh look, you’ve got some massage oil!” you exclaimed like it was the solution to tide over this moment of awkwardness. Without thinking you leaned over him, reaching for the oil and before you knew it, your chest was brushing against his back, the touch sending shivers all through your body.

He groaned and shit could he feel your pebbled nipples? Could he sense how turned-on you were? Oh fuck, oh fuck, this was so inappropriate of you, the poor man just wanted to relax and … what was that?

You leaned back into your original position slowly, trying your hardest to keep a bit of distance between your chest and his back when you saw his legs move and saw something that certainly was not his leg.

The fire in your cheeks rose to your ears as you quickly averted your eyes. It was none of your business what Paz’s cock looked like and it certainly wasn’t any of your business to know what it looked like hard. But now that you had seen what it looked like, you also knew there was no way you would ever forget the sight.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed, other than that it was dark by the time you stepped out of the bathtub and right into a giant towel that Paz held open for you, his eyes demonstratively closed.

“Thank you, that was just what I needed today,” he said, “Gotta return the favour at some point.”

You looked up at his words and he winked at you, before swaggering out of the bathroom, leaving you clutching the towel to your chest and pondering whether it would be very suspicious if you took a shower now.

*

When you had moved in, Paz had set himself one rule.

Don’t fuck the assistant. (Though the voice in his head suspiciously sounded like his retired-colleague-now-coach, Boba.)

And he had set you one rule too.

Leave me the tub after practices.

Those were not related at all. But when you accidentally broke the rule he had set, he found himself thinking that maybe he could break his too.

Because he wanted to. Stars. How he wanted to.

You were kind and beautiful and so funny and just the glimpse of your smile made his entire day. Which is how he adopted Kitten. Or how his fridge was now full of actual groceries and the pantry was packed with your favourite snacks.

The more time passed, the more he found himself wanting to be closer to you. It was pathetic, almost, how scared he was of asking out his own wife but it was you and he did not want to do anything wrong. Slow and steady won the race and all that.

What he had not taken into account was how annoying your colleagues could be.

He was chilling on the couch, Kitten curled up right next to him, happily purring away, when he heard the front door slam. That was already unusual because, for some reason, you always wanted to be as quiet as possible when you arrived home. You explained it away with not wanting to scare Kitten but the cat had lived with you for months now, so that could not be it. Sometimes he thought that maybe you needed a few minutes to herself before joining him for the rest of the day.

He tried not to let that hurt him.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, both he and Kitten watching you with curious eyes as you started to tear off your outer clothes.

“I need to relax,” you stated, throwing your keys onto the sideboard and hopping out of your shoes. You said nothing more than that.

Not used to you being short with him, or in a bad mood in general, Paz did not know what to say. His hand was buried in Kitten’s fur as he considered whether offering to beat up the person who had displeased you was a normal thing to do.

“Oh, uh,” he watched as your fingers undid the tiny buttons on your dress, right there in the hallway, in front of him. “Bad day at the office?”

“Yup,” you said, your brows furrowed as you made your way to the bathroom in nothing but your underwear and he swallowed hard at the sight of your ass jiggling, “And I think you owe me at least one back rub, big guy.”

Kitten yelped when she was thrown off the couch and onto the soft living room rug, not hurt but clearly insulted at the sudden stop of scritches. “Sorry,” he murmured as he stumbled to the room, already hearing the water run, “If you could talk, you would understand.”

He found you in the bathroom, underwear strewn on the floor and the tub half-full, with your back to him as you stared out of the windows, completely silent. The fact that you loved the view from the apartment was not lost on him, he often found you gazing out the windows whenever you thought yourself alone, but your anger was surrounding you like a dark cloud.

“You want to tell me what’s going on, sweetheart?”

You paused for a second, clutching the towel to your chest and at that moment he wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and kiss you senseless.

“I really don’t,” you finally replied, sounding resigned, “Is that okay? I just – I don’t want to think about it anymore.”

His heart hammered in his chest. “We can do that,” he nodded, a thousand thoughts running through his head as he tried to figure out how to turn this day around for you, “How about you get in the bath and I get some candles and maybe a glass of wine?”

“Ginger Ale, please?” you asked sweetly, “I just know wine is going to give me a headache today.”

He smiled, “Ginger Ale it is.”

His little mission not only found him getting your drink of choice but also collecting some tea lights and another set of bathrobes from the linen closet. Paz returned to find you already sitting in the bath, half submerged under a mountain of bubbles and the hand in his chest seemed to grip his heart even tighter.

Turning off the big light and carefully arranging the candles around the rim of the tub, he silently wished he had some flower petals somewhere. You looked like a dream in his home and he wanted to make sure that the surroundings matched. That you felt as comfortable here as he felt seeing you in his home.

The slope of your neck beckoned him to plant some kisses there but he bit back the urge to touch you and instead focussed on not getting hard as he took his clothes off. He had not missed the way you had ogled him last time and he knew that he had nothing to be ashamed of. But he did not want to presume that the appreciation in your gaze from a few weeks ago would return.

“Alright, lean forward, love,” he instructed you gently and you followed his words, resting your chin on your knees, “Just like that, perfect.”

A bit of warm water splashed onto the tiles as he stepped in behind you and he spread his legs, letting you scoot in until your back was barely grazing his chest.

In a matter of seconds, his mantra of don’t get hard turned into don’t let her notice you’re hard.

Which was harder than expected. No pun intended.

So he did the only thing he was good at – putting all his focus on your pleasure.

Dipping his hand in the warm water, he made sure his palms were warmed up before he softly trailed the drip of water up your spine. He could see goose bumps rising on your skin but you did not say anything, only letting your head rest once again on your knees.

“Let me know if I hurt you, ‘kay?” he asked quietly, his hands resting on your shoulders. His hands were huge – paws, Boba sometimes jokingly called them – and he found himself confronted with a sudden insecurity that his rough hands might not feel good for you at all.

This train of thought did not seem to occur to you because you turned your head, looking at him through exhausted but dreamy eyes. “You could never hurt me, Paz,” you stated, so sure of yourself, “Besides, I might need it a bit rougher today.”

Don’t let her notice you’re hard don’t let her notice you’re hard don’t let her notice you’re hard don’t let her notice you’re hard.

He had never really massaged anyone but he had had enough physical therapy sessions to know what not to do if he wanted you to relax in the bath. And so, he just touched you the way he wanted to touch you. Gentle caresses of your shoulder and back, carefully kneading the muscles of your shoulders and neck until he could feel you relax under him, digging his knuckles the tiniest bit into the space next to your spine, relishing in the soft sigh you let out.

“That feel good?” he asked, his voice rough like sandpaper. He could not resist the urge to run his hands down the sides of your torso, his fingertips grazing over the swell of your tits and his heart gave a little stutter.

“It feels so good,” you confirmed quietly and with your head turned to the side, he could see you had closed your eyes, “Why can’t every day be like this?”

“Every day can be like this,” he found himself saying, “You can demand a backrub anytime, sweetheart, I’ll be happy to help.”

“Your hands are magic, Paz,” you sighed and he watched your back slowly fall and rise with your deep breaths, “Maybe I will do that. Fuck work and anyone who thinks I am your glorified secretary. Maybe I should just embrace the trophy wife's life.”

There were so many things to unpack in what you just said. Who thought you were his glorified secretary? Who made your life harder now that you were his wife? He made a mental note to check with Boba if there was anything he could find out. He would have to have some strong words, it seemed.

“’m glad to hear it,” he whispered instead, dragging his knuckles alongside your spine down down down until his hand were submerged in the water and he could feel where your back met your ass. “You would make a gorgeous trophy wife,” he rasped, “Kitten would feel very lucky to collect pets at all times of the day.”

You hummed again, his fingers brushing the side of your chest once more and fuck, he was hard and there was no way you did not notice. Especially not when you were shuffling so you were closer, your lower back pressed against his erection in a way there was no way you did not feel him twitch.

“But I know you wouldn’t enjoy it, love,” he continued quietly, his palms running back up to your nape, “You love your work and you love seeing me in the office, all sweaty and handsome.”

You chuckled at his joke, your head tilting to the side. “You’re right,” you sighed, “Don’t want to let them win by enjoying life and spending your money for the next three years.”

The reminder of your agreed deadline let a sour feeling erupt in his stomach which he ignored in favour of enjoying the rare proximity to you.

 “C’mon,” he murmured, “Lean against me … there we go.”

“That was wonderful,” you sighed, looking completely blissed out, “Thank you. Your hands are magic, Paz.”

“No need to thank me, sweetheart,” he replied, stoically trying to ignore the erection that he was not able to hide, “Just returning the favour.”

“Maybe we should do this more often,” you suggested, slowly stretching your arm up to the sky and your chest rising out of the water and fuck what wouldn’t he give to reach to your front, cup those gorgeous tits and –

“What do you say? Maybe what happens in the tub, stay in the tub?” you joked breathlessly, your lips brushing over his jaw and a shiver ran down his entire body.

“Sounds like a plan,” he murmured, “Anything that happens in the tub, stays in the tub.”

“Anything,” your confirmation was but a whisper just when his mouth landed on yours and fireworks exploded in his chest. This was it. This was the moment of no return for him. There was no way he could go back to living life like usual when he knew how soft your lips felt against his.

“Now, let me show you how magical these hands really are,” he whispered.

*

Paz really had the most magical hands. Hands that were currently busy spreading your thighs apart in the warm water. Your head fell back against his massive shoulders and you sighed, allowing your body to completely melt into him.

“There we go,” you could feel the rumble of his voice in his chest, “Good girl, all relaxed for me.”

You were the most relaxed you had been in a long time. So relaxed, in fact, that you had not even noticed how on edge you had been, how stressed, until Paz hands had massaged away your troubles and you could feel your muscles loosen, your jaw unclench and your brain all fuzzy.

Sadly, you pussy felt very neglected and empty. A feeling made all the more prominent when thick hands spread your legs apart, inching closer to your core.

“Do you know how much time I've spent thinking about this pussy?” he asked you, his calloused fingers circling your clit and you squirmed. Considering you were sitting in a bathtub, you technically couldn’t get any wetter than this, but you still felt like there was a waterfall between your legs.

His finger was thick as he slowly eased it into you and your eyes were half-open, barely taking in the dark skyline of the city. “Oh,” you sighed, spreading your legs wider for him, trying to get him deeper than just the first knuckle.

With how the day had started and kept going, spiralling into a nightmare you could not have conjured up in your dreams, you certainly had not expected for it to end like this: In the bathtub with Paz slowly fingering your pussy, circling his thumb over your clit to get you to open up.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he whispered hot against your ear, his teeth scraping over that spot on your neck that made you do anything, “How am I supposed to get my cock in there, hm?”

The thought of feeling him inside you, of crossing that line between friendly (married) roommates to … something more, made you clench. “Just take it,” you gasped over the splashing of the water, “Just … just take me, Paz, just take whatever you want. Please.”

Paz rewarded you with his finger going deeper and you could feel your walls closing around him. His thumb steadily circled your clit and you could feel his cock right at you lower back, spiking the flames in your blood. He must have felt your eagerness, there was no way he did not, but Paz went at his own pace, stimulating and playing with you until all you could do was lean back fully against him and just … enjoy.

Enjoy the steady and carful thrusting of his finger, enjoy the way his rough fingertip brushed over your clit, making your pleasure climb and climb without making you desperate. Enjoy the way he played with your wetness and planted hot kisses on your neck and shoulder as you took in the glittering skyline through the windows. Really what was there not to enjoy?

“Are you so spaced out?” Paz’s teasing question pulled you out of your haze and you blinked, turning your head slightly to meet his dark eyes roaming over your face and landing on your lips, “My wife looks so pretty for me.”

The pet name did something to you, you could not quite explain. Your core clenched around him but your heart clenched too and you wanted to run your finger down his big nose, over his plush lips and down his stubbled jaw and tell him how pretty he was. How handsome and sexy and desirable and – oh, if he pinched your clit one more time you were sure to fall apart.

“Stars,” he groaned, “This pussy is just sucking in my finger. Maybe I should add one more?”

Stars, how could one man be so cocky and so hot at the same time? Heat rose into your cheeks at the realization how vulnerable you were, how easily he could tell how this affected you. But weren’t you in the same position? Could you not feel his leaking cock against your back?

“Oh, someone likes that idea.”

The dark-haired giant of a man curled his finger, you moaned, gripping the edge of the tub and arching your back. “There it is,” he chuckled, his mouth hot and open against your throat,” That’s the spot, hm? Oh no, don’t move, sweetheart, I’ll get you right where you need to be.”

The loss of his fingers made you pout but then he raised your leg, pulling it over his and doing the same on the other side until you were spread open by him and his hand could return to your core, now having so much more control over you. You loved it.

His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you tighter against him and the gasp you let out was not because he was circling your clit so deliciously (though, maybe that, too) but because you could feel him between your legs. Hard and so very close to where you needed him most.

Paz Vizsla was hard for you and the tip of him was nestled right underneath your entrance. If you could just –  

“Paz,” you wiggled and squeaked when his hand on your belly squeezed your tit, two fingers sharply pinching your nipple.

“No moving,” he grunted, “This is for you, sweetheart.”

And with that he pushed in two fingers, stretching you more than you were used to with your own. Your body grew slack and your walls stretched to accommodate him, the sudden change in pace bringing you to the edge even quicker.

“There we go,” he cooed, “That’s it, just take it, love, just take my fingers. ‘s a big stretch but we’ll get you ready to take my cock before you know it. I just know you will take me so well. Your pussy is just begging to be filled, poor thing.”

Stars, you wanted his cock so bad, it was not even funny anymore. And when his two fingers found that spot that had already driven you crazy when it was just one? You were gone.

“Paz, I’m –“ your hands floundered helplessly until his hand on your side moved up to your neck, gently closing around the base of your throat. Your hands, desperate to hold onto something, anything, gripped onto his forearms tightly.

“That’s it,” he rumbled, his thumb swiping over your clit, while his fingers worked you into a frenzy, “Come for me, come all over my fingers, sweetheart.”

You tried to swallow past the words stuck in your throat and you were pretty sure that you lost your breath. Waves and waves and waves of pleasure crashed over you, making you lose all sensation as your mind floated somewhere above you.

Maybe you blacked out for a moment when your pussy tried to milk his fingers, you weren’t sure. But you also would not be surprised. What did surprise you, however, was that even through the haze of your orgasm, you noted how you wished for him to fill you up. Huh. Interesting.

“There it is,” he whispered all the while continuing his movements, “Look at that. Look at what a good girl you are, hm?”

After what felt like the longest orgasm of your life, you felt like you were underwater. You could not hear properly, and your breath was so loud in your ears, you wondered if you would be able to hear your own words. Not to mention the way your heart pounded in your chest or how your muscles all seemed to be lax all of a sudden.

His hips bucked once, his tip brushing against your clit and you whimpered, still a little too sensitive. “Sorry, sweetheart,” Paz apologized immediately and there was a strain in his voice you could not unhear. How good had he been to you, how generous, when he had concentrated his efforts only on you and your pleasure. You were sure he must be close to going mad with lust if he was just half as aroused as you had been (and still were, to be honest).

Unable to ignore his need, you reached down, taking his length into your grip. He was thick and even bigger now than he was hard than when you had first seen him. Feeling him so close to you, made a new wave of desire wash over you as if you hadn’t just come the hardest you had in months. But now that you were in this position, there was no way you could not press him between your pussy lips and buck your hips, stimulating both him and yourself.

“Stars,” he cursed, “We can’t, sweetheart, I’m too –“

“Big,” you breathed, keeping one hand on his grip on your throat, “I know, Paz, you’re so – oh! So fucking big, we need to work me up to it. But I … I can’t wait until I can feel you inside me, it’s gonna be so good.”

Paz groaned, “Then what are you doing?”

“You didn’t come yet,” you pouted, “I need you to come, too, Paz. Please, I want to feel you come.”

Your husband did not reply verbally but his hand on your throat tightened a little as your slickness eased the movements of his cock against you. It was a quick and hot affair, both of you still worked up from when he had been focussed solely on you.

All it took were a few strokes later and Paz groaned so loudly that the sound echoed in the tiled room.

Paz’s orgasm erupted with the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance. He wasn’t fully inside (he really had not been kidding when he said he was too big) but you could still feel the twitching, the pulsing. The sensations made you shiver as a much smaller orgasm but still oh so great orgasm ran through you, made even better by the knowledge that you had made him come.

“Feeling better, sweetheart?” Paz asked, sounding slightly out of breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly behind you and you leaned back into it, seeking out his body heat now that the bathwater had gone cold.

You nodded, turning your head so you could brush another kiss over his jaw. “Yeah,” you mumbled, still in awe over what had happened, “I – Wow. Thank you, Paz.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” he replied, his fingers under your chin keeping you close to him, “I will repeat this anytime you want.”

Somehow, you were sure this repetition would happen sooner rather than later.

[littlebeluu]

Do you guys think Marc Guiu is dating Maria Riera?

He likes her posts in less than 10min after she posts them.

Plus he started following her brother and she started following his sister.

She also started following his tik tok, which has less than 2000 followers cause he changed his username.

I feel like there's definitely something going on.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Some paz vizsla x sith male reader?

Paz Vizsla x Sith male reader

Headcanons

Because of my love for fanfic and the Kotor games, theres a lot of headcanosn in this. I will find a way to involve Revan when I can, so he’s also there, in the background. Theres also a single Revan x Canderous mention.

Theres so much about Kotor in this, it really took a life of its own, so I hope you enjoy.

I missed writing star wars so bad, can yall tell?

First of all, being Sith doesn’t immediately make you evil. It just means you follow a specific religious groups way of teaching and practice their rituals to some extent. This means you use the dark side, and have nothing against harming others to reach a goal.

You aren’t as power hungry as other sith in this time, and you aren’t under Palpatine’s thumb. Far from it actually. The dark side is to some extent fueled by your hate for the empire and anyone involved with it, as you were once a jedi youngling when the purging happened.

You were a padawan at the time, and your master had always been very interested in holocrons and the past. Their most prized possession was the holocron of Darth Revan, or one of his many holocrons that had been left all over the galaxy.

So, after you saw them gunned down by the clonetroopers you thought you could trust, you ran, taking an escape pod to get as far away as possible. It just turns out you had been carrying Revan’s holocron in your bag at the time, and after landing on a smaller less populated planet, you had hidden away in its vast cave system.

You feared going mad for a while, as you were just a padawan, one who had lost everything. You were almost consumed by this anger and rage, so uncontrollable as you cracked at the edges and fell.

Revan’s force presence must have felt this inside the holocron, as he appeared before you, and guided you through it, keeping you from completely shattering your mind and becoming a beast hellbent on revenge.

From then on, Revan became your new master, leading you around the galaxy to find his other holocrons and artifacts as he taught you everything he knew, and to the best of his ability.

He was kinder than any sith you had ever heard of or met, and he taught you a lot about the sith empire and how not all sith had been power hungry madmen, that before the rule of two, they had been more on the stable side, to a certain extent.

He never claimed they were good people, but you didn’t need that, you appreciated his honesty. Along these journeys, you even found holocrons of some of the other sith of his like, like Malak, who was Revans old friend.

Malak hadn’t been happy about you in the beginning, but he had ended up begrudgingly taking some kind of master role to you, almost like a standoffish uncle. But thanks to their training you are able to stay completely hidden from the empire, and live the life you want to live.

You go where the force leads you, which just so happens to be places that Revan and other great sith of made themselves at home in the past. You had almost started cheering and singing when you found what some would call the tomb of Darth Nihilus, much to your masters embarrassment, as Malak looked at Revan with a lifted brow.

Your interest in the past had been something you had picked up from your first master as a padawan, and it stayed. It was something Revan had to accept as his force ghost watched you fanboy over a mummified hand of Darth Sion, or leftover notes left over by Darth Malgus on saber forms.

Your greatest achievement was your helmet. Or rather, your master’s old helmet. Palpatine had pretty much ransacked the jedi temples after culling them all, stealing whatever he wanted, and the jedi had owned Revan’s helmet for many years, locked away far away from prying eyes.

With your master, and uncle-masters help, you were able to sneak in and steal it right back, taking it from right under Palpatine and Vader’s noses. The helmet barely looked like a helmet with how old and worn it was, but the power inside it made it clear. It was Revan’s helmet.

Revan had gifted it to you, almost beaming as you teared up at the trust he seemed to put in you. You were sith alright, and your emotions were what fueled you, and your love for your master and his love for you was the strongest there could be between family.

You were able to create a new helmet, using what was left of Revan’s and other materials, one of those materials being Beskar you stole from the empire. You even painted in similarly to Revan but added some of your own touches.

Little did you know, this helmet is what caught your future lovers attention first. Mandalorians love a strong partner, and those that follow the creed love some good armor, so Paz couldn’t keep his eyes off you when he saw you the first time.

You pretty much just bleed raw power into the air around you, letting it swirl around you like a second armor and letting everyone around know you were a possible threat if crossed. That was the kinda person that had Paz sweating and his blood pumping.

You would meet because you found yourself on the same planet as the covert hes with, hunting down something left by Canderous ordo, some piece of armor, like a pauldron he had left behind for Revan as some kind of marriage declaration.

Its after finding these pauldrons that you meet Paz, and some of the other older members of the covert. Apparently, words of a guy in scary black and red armor skulking around was enough to have them weary.

In the beginning they might think your Mandalorian, from the style of your armor and the new unpainted pauldrons you have added to your armor, making them hesitate, but that moment of hesitation if all you need to launch an attack.

You don’t kill any of them, wouldn’t want too, but by the force do you kick their ass, another thing that has Paz feeling hot under all that armor. He almost wants to drop to his knees to say the marriage vows right then and there when you fling him over your head using one hand, the other reflecting blaster bolts with little difficulty.

What can he say, mandalorians fall hard and they fall fast, blame it on living such dangerous and hard lives. So, when he sees you aren’t actually trying to kill them, Paz hopes there’s a chance you might stick around.

You end up getting away, ignoring the cackling of your master and the glowering of your uncle-master. The tables turn when Malak starts mentioning Ordo and the love declaration through the pauldrons, leaving your master quiet and mumbly as Malak smirks. They are definitely the reason you don’t fear the sith of old as much anymore.

Paz grieves a little as he doesn’t see you again for a while, even though he tries to keep an ear and eye out for you in your black and red armor and that flexibility that has him gripping the wall when he thinks about it too hard.

In the end its Ragnar, Paz’s son, that brings you before them again. He had ended up in some trouble, and the force had almost screamed for you to help him. Listening to the force was what you did, so you helped the helmet wearing kid out.

Ragnar was smart, and had heard his dads dreamy mumblings and the other mandalorians teasing, so he could immediately tell who you were. One way or another, and though it’s extremely against the rules, he gets you to where the covert is hiding.

Paz shows up and starts worrying about Ragnar, cuz he loves his son and doesn’t wanna see him hurt, and when he hears its you who saved him, he starts feeling hot under the armor again.

On the insistence of the force, you stick around the covert. Paz takes the time to go about romancing like mandalorians do, by peacocking and challenging you to spars. He never wins, not even the ones where you don’t use the force.

Its humorous to see that large hulking back being wrestled to the ground by you, or thrown around like he weighs nothing. You can tell how he feels about you, but you fear acting on it, even though Revan keeps bugging you to do so, much to Malaks annoyance.

In the end you two end up getting together like how many mandalorians do or did. During a fight. Things were getting tough, and a couple of your allies had gotten hurt, even Paz was down for the count.

You needed him up and at em though, so you had reached down and pulled him into a keldabe kiss, pressing your helmeted foreheads together and told him if he got out of this alive, you’d let him take you on a date.

That immediately had him standing, even though his leg wanted to buckle from a stab wound. The enemy were taken out in record time.

Your first date goes a little awkwardly, as neither of you actually have any experience dating. You spending all your life as a jedi and then sith, and Paz being part of a pretty hard covert. But you two work it out, and it ends with you sparring and scuffling in the sand, which maybe lead to something more. The helmets stay on the entire time.

No one is surprised when you two start dating, or when you start becoming a permanent fixture in the covert. Sure, they’re weary in the beginning because you are an outsider and because you are sith, but they come to appreciate you.

They really start welcoming you when you can use your dark presence in the force to hide them away from anyone searching for them, or to take out possible threats. You even start teaching some of the force sensitive members. You don’t force them to use the dark side, but you do end up teaching them about the balance between both.

When Din shows up again, he doesn’t fully know what to do with the information that Paz went and got himself hitched, and to a sith of all things, but he sees you well you fit into It all and their creed, and who is he to judge.

You get on well with Ragnar, as he was pretty much the one to bring you to his dad, and the kid grows attached to you. Who else but him can brag about his powerful dark sider warrior dad? That gets him some brownie points from the other foundlings.

When you and Paz marry there is no big ceremony, its just a vow spoken between you and that’s it. You always find yourself cackling at the memory of how jittery he had been to see your face for the first time, now that you were married.

During all this time you hadn’t been against taking your helmet off, but you just hadn’t had a reason too.

Paz spends a lot of time just holding your face in his hands and taking you in, with you doing the same to him. Expect many kisses from then on, every time you are alone. He is really bad at kissing in the beginning, since he has zero experience, but he makes up for it with his enthusiasm and willingness to learn.

Paz is still stoic around others and is a big presence, taking care of the dirty work and keeping people safe. But with you he gets to be soft, he gets to be weaker for once, which only fuels his feelings for you.

He never makes you feel like a monster for using the dark side, and he had marveled and just stared at your glowing yellow eyes for a long time the first time he had seem them, barely believing it was possible for them to look like that, just because of the force.

You are still a sith after all of this, and you still leave now and then to hunt down artificacts and other types of knowledge left by the sith of old, but you don’t feel as much urgency as in the past.

You even bring Paz and Ragnar along for the less dangerous ones, as a family trip. You can’t bring them along for most artifacts though, since you don’t wanna lose them to ancient sith traps or mind tricks.

It’s the stability you’ve needed for many years, and though you are still fueled by passion and emotions, it isn’t the same anger that you had harbored all these years. It was more the love you had for your husband and your son, and the fact that you would tear apart the galaxy for them if they asked.

The feelings are returned from Paz of course, and Ragnar too, as you guys’ care about each other deeply, as any family should. They do get a bit freaked out, even years later, when you tell them about force ghosts and how Revan is always present. Sometimes you say it just to see them subtly looking around, it’s hilarious.

[onskepa]

Helllooo, could I get a Rapunzel AU fic? In this universe Spider would be the rapunzel of the story, he gets stolen from his family, the Sullies, at a young age (he was adopted by Jake and Neytiri a couple of months after his dad’s death, although he really isn't) Quaritch would be the mother gothel of this AU, keeping Spider in a tower because his magic hair is what is helping him keep being alive. Then Loak would be like Flynn, but in this case a prince going through a rebellious phase, so he stills his older brother crown ( he doesnt really know Spider, cause he was a baby when he was kidnapped) his thief name is “Tulkun” and his partners in crime are Lyle and Z-Dog.

Quite the intersting idea I gotta say, none the less! I hope you enjoy this one!

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Our sun

The sun gives life to all, brings warmth and comfort. With its bright radiant light, it guides everyone to their path. Brings happiness and provides. A great gift humanity has ever gotten. For centuries, humanity has shown their gratitude in many ways. Praising, worshiping, believing the sun is their god. 

A god that is powerful and strong. The Omatikaya kingdom knows that better than anyone in the world. Festivals, sigils, legends, their symbol of the kingdom, all were dedicated to their sun. 

For centuries the kingdom has never wavered their belief in the sun. Remaining strong and true. Always grateful and never greedy. And so, the sun god who was also grateful for the people the sun provides to, believes they deserve a gift. 

A drop of sunlight fallen from the sky has touched the Earth. Gifting the king and queen of the Omatikaya their beautiful sunshine child. 

That is what the story says of course. 

“He is beautiful…” Jake Sully, King of the Omatikaya kingdom, gently coos at his believed son. Beside him was his queen, his love, and mother of their golden child, neytiri. 

“He is perfect,” Neytiri smiles as she rubs her nose gently against their sons button nose. He gives light giggles in satisfaction. Their son, their beloved child. A gift from the sun. His beautiful golden curly hair, bright blue eyes that can rival the sky. And his smile, so radiant and infectious. Their son, the kingdom's golden prince. 

Wrapped in the finest silk with embroidery intricately designed to that of the sun. The young baby was very much  snuggled in great comfort. 

“My lord, my lady, it is time” tsu’tey, their closest friend and top chief of the Omatikaya army, tells them. 

“Come on, we dont want to keep our people waiting” jake gently leads his wife towards the top balcony that oversees their people. 

“Yes my love, our people shall know of our sunny prince,” Neytiri says while she boops her baby’s nose. 

“Have you chosen a name for him?” tsu’tey asks as he follows closely behind. Neytiri chuckles as she shares a look with jake. 

“Spider, we chose to call our son, spider” 

The people cheered and roared out in happiness once the royal couple had presented their son. Many were in awe at how such an adorable child could ever exist. Truly a gift blessed from their sun. 

Many threw flower petals, confetti, horns blowing out, little children waving their flags. The crowd was booming with noise. All eyes on the prince. Including one set of icey blue eyes. Glaring at the royal family. 

No one noticed him. All too busy celebrating. A tall menacing man with a dark cloak to hide his face. The man glared with hate. Just how dare they? 

How dare the king and queen lie to their people? How dare they lie that their ‘son’ was a gift from their light above? How dare they lie and say the boy belongs to them? Lies, all lies. 

But Quaritch knows the truth. That baby, the child the royal couple holds is his son. His blood! His ‘wife’ was a foolish woman. Giving away their child to the royals. She is at fault in this mess too! Too bad she is dead otherwise quaritch would have given her a piece of his mind. But it is not too late. Good thing he still remembers the ins and outs of the palace. After all, he used to be their top chief. The king’s once right hand man. Now replaced by that snarky brat. 

Quartich will have his revenge soon enough. He will have his son back one way or another. 

Night came, and silent as an owl, quaritch entered the royal bedroom without a squeak. Quietly and effortlessly he passed by the couple who were sleeping soundly. Beside them was the cradle where HIS son was sleeping. The cradle was elegantly crafted with golden trims and plush pillows. Only a few days old and he is being spoiled rotten. Cant have that. 

Grabbing his scissors, quaritch goes for the baby’s golden locks. His hair will be a dead give away if anyone finds him. However, just cutting a small strand, the piece of hair turned dark brown and the baby began to cry. 

There was no time. 

When Jake and Neytiri awoke to the cries of their child, they were too late. 

In their eyes, a dark hooded figure stood at the balcony with their baby in his arms. Before Jake can reach him, the hooded figure jumps off and into the dark forest. 

Neytiri cried, not believing what just happened. Jake was quick to call out the night guards. Alarms were sounded, tsu’tey was quick to gather his army to search for the thief who stole their sun.

18 years later 

“Get your ass over here!” Z-dog, a professional female thief, growls at the little brat who seems to be taking his sweet ass time. Opening the top trap door that led  straight down to the golden crown that was heavily guarded. Lyle, her partner in crime, was also getting impatient. 

“Just a sec….wow……this view is nice, very nice…..guys I want my own castle” a young boy spoke. Age 14 and already making a long list of crimes against the kingdom. This will be the biggest one yet. 

“When we do this job, you can have you own castle” lyle grits his teeth as he yanks lo’ak back to the missions. Tying the rope on his waist, they lower lo’ak down to the crown room. 

Quickly he shoves the gold crown into the satchel until one of the guards sneezes loudly. 

“Ugh, day fever?” lo’ak asks. 

“Yeah” the guard answers casually. Until he realized what just happened. Looking up, he and the other guards saw lo’ak being pulled back up and quickly make a run for it. 

“What a great day to be aliiiiiiiiiiiiive!!” lo’ak shouts as he, z-dog and lyle run across the bride that connects the forest and the kingdom. 

The three ran fast at top speed. They already knew the royal guards were on their way to hunt them down. Capital punishment awaits them. tulkun might get some leeway. He really only wanted adventure, but for sure he does not want to really suffer the consequences. 

As they ran for it, they halted to a dead end. Hearing the soldiers nearing, acting quick was needed. 

“Give me a boost and I will pull you both up,” Tulkun said in a hurry. 

Z-dog and lyle looked at each other and then at him. 

“Give us the satchel first” z-dog says as she reaches for it. 

Looking quite offended, Tulkun places a hand over his chest, “I cant….after all we have been together, you guys still dont trust me?” 

Dead looks was all he was given. 

“Ouch” 

He gives the satchel to z-dog and the three were quick to holl up lo’ak. Purposely stepping in z-dogs face as he reaches the top. 

“Now help us up, pretty boy” she demands while reaching her hand up. 

“Sorry, but my hands are full” tulkun smirks while holding the satchel and makes a run for it. 

“What the- TULKUUUUUUUUUUN!!”

That was close, way too close for tulkun’s liking. Tsu’tey was close to seeing his face. If he did then its game over. For now, he will have to lie low, no doubt his family will be worried to death about him. His parents are way too protective. They will be even more once he gets back. Not something he looks forward to. 

For now, he found a little cave that was actually a little entryway to a tower. How long was that there? 

Not giving much thought he was quick to climb the tower and shut the doors[?] windows. Finally being able to be at peace, he opens the satchel to see the golden crown. Sighing in relief. 

“Hello at last-” 

Darkness was all he saw. 

“Who are you and how did you find me?” 

Miles demanded to know from the young stranger. Tied to the chair, miles made sure his long dreads were enough to make sure the invader didn't escape. Who the hell was he to just climb into someone's tower unannounced? And talking to themselves? 

Father was right, there are crazy people out there. 

“Is this….all hair?” the stranger asked as he looked at his long dreads. 

“Hey! I asked you first! Answer!” miles shouts. Holding the pan tightly, he points it at the stranger. His little friend, payakan climbs on the pan, looking dead in the eyes of the stranger. 

“Is that a blue lizard…?” the stranger asks another question. Do all strangers keep on asking questions? 

“Hey! I get to ask questions here, not you! Got that?” Miles narrows his eyes trying to look as threatening as possible. The stranger rapidly shook his head agreeing. 

Miles starts to walk around the stranger while swinging his pan. 

“So stranger, have you come for my hair? Cut it? Sell it?” he begins to accuse. 

The stranger looks at him confused. 

“What? No! Look, I came here to hide because a horse is on my ass! And now I have to-wait wait! My satchel! Where is my satchel!?” 

Crossing his arms, confidently smiling, miles responds “I’ve hidden in, somewhere where you will never find it” 

The stranger looks to his left, “It's hidden in that pot, isn't it?” 

BANG! 

Tulkun woke up once again, this time feeling something wet in his ear. Turning he sees the weird blue lizard outstretching his long tongue in his ear. Feeling grossed out, he shouts, “STOP THAT!!” startling the lizard. 

“Now I’ve hidden it somewhere you’ll never find it” the weird boy says. 

“Now back to the main question, how did you find me?” the boy asks again. 

“Look, in all honesty, I was running through the forest ok? I have an army at my ass and a horse! Just give me the crown back and I will leave. Alright?” tulkun replies honestly. 

The weird boy, or guy since he looks older, stares at him confusingly. 

“Wait, you don't want my hair?” he asks. 

“Why on earth would I want your hair? Actually, why do you even want your hair this long? Don't you have a knife or scissors in this place?” 

The weird guy didn't say anything. Walking away at some distance to talk to his blue lizard friend. Whispering some stuff he couldnt make out. However, using that time to try and free himself. No use, the guy tied him up pretty dang good. 

“Alright, it seems you are saying the truth. Now to important matters, look over here” the guy says as he shifts his hair for the chair to move, making him land on his face.

Lifting a curtain aside, the boy reveals a beautiful painting on top of an empty chimney. It showed a dark blue sky with lanterns floating up in the sky. 

“Do you know what these are?” the guy asks. 

“The lanterns? Yeah, they do that for the lost prince” tulkun says automatically. No real emotion behind it. Holding in his indifferent feelings for that specific day. His face is starting to hurt against the floor. Trying to push himself up, he couldn't hear what the guy said. Until suddenly he was being lifted up. 

“I have a deal I want to make,” the weird guy said. 

Take him to see the lanterns and in return he gets the crown back. No big deal. Seems simple enough. Except for one thing. 

“WOOOOHOOOOOOOO!! 

“What have I done?” 

“I LOVE THS!!” 

“What if he finds out??” 

“I DONT CARE!!” 

“I am horrible” 

“I FEEL GREAT!!” 

“I'm going back, i'm a horrible son” 

“I AM NEVER GOING BACK!!” 

Tulkun didn't think he would also be a babysitter. Damn, and he thought his sister was terrible with mood swings. This weird guy clearly is older than him yet acts just like his baby sister who is 3. 

After what felt like centuries, the weird guy calms down but not in high spirits. 

“It seems you seem to be in turmoil. Look, it does seem a lot. But from the bits I heard, it seems you got a protective father, leaving without telling, talking to a stranger whom you never met and now going somewhere that you need to rely on said stranger to get there. This is pretty serious stuff you know” 

The weird guy just stares at him. 

“Part of life you know. Kinda late but it seems you are going through what I like to call “fuck the rules” phase. Personally I hope it's not a phase. Normal stuff” tulkun continues to say while simultaneously shoving the blue lizard off his shoulder. 

“Really…?” the guy asks. 

“Yup, but this might make your dad upset. Hell, break his heart and crush his soul even. But its fine” 

“Wait, you are gaslighting me aren't you” the weird guy was picking up on what tulkun was trying to do. 

“I tried” tulkun answered honestly. 

“No, we are going to see those lights,” the weird guy says, standing up for himself. 

“Oh yeah? What I don't want anymore?” tulkun mocks him. 

“I will use this” the pan was pointing at him again. 

“Ugh, fine” 

“Miles” 

“Hm?” 

“My name is miles. I forgot to tell you my name earlier” miles says. 

“Oh nice….” 

“What is your name?” miles asks. 

“......its tulkun” 

Miles heard that slight hesitation. Perhaps its not his real name. 

“Cool, this is payakan. My one and only friend” 

Payakan stands on miles’s left shoulder, glaring at tulkun. 

“He really doesnt like me, does he?” tulkun eyes at the reptile. 

“Eh, he will warm up to you. Now, what was that place called again?” miles claps his hands, getting a little hungry. 

“It's called recom port. Best steaks and cold drinks. Hits the spot all the time. And the folks there are super friendly” tulkun says. Smirking inwardly. Surly that place will scare miles back to his little tower. 

Wherever miles goes, tulkun can't help but notice how it was so easy to bring in people. The recom outcasts were super friendly towards him! And they hated tulkun! The hell?! Even worse, miles managed to have them all sing for hours non-stop. Tulkun is just so done. He wants the crown and go back home. Screw with whatever punishment his dad will give him. He can take it. 

Even worse since miles somehow tamed that demon of a horse. 

“Awe, such a good girl aren't you….zeze!” miles coos at the light blue horse. Reading the collar the fowl beast has. 

Zeze was wagging her tail like some dog. Ready to comply with whatever miles tells her. 

“You cant be serious, that thing is capable of murder!!” tulkun tries to reason with miles. 

“Did she kill?” 

“Umm…no but I wouldn't doubt it!

Miles rolls his eyes and continues to pet zeze. 

“Look, we are tired from walking and zeze seems to have a lot of energy. Why not ride her the rest of the way? It's a win-win. What do you think, big girl? Want to blow off some steam?” Miles suggests to the hell beast who neighs in agreement. 

“Oh you have got to be kidding me” tulkun rolls his eyes. He would rather walk on hot rocks than deal with her. 

“Come on, it will be easier. Look, I can tell you both dont get along but please just until we get to the lights? Please?” miles pleads. 

Zeze seems to side with him, offering her hoof, she and tulkun shake in agreement. 

“Wonderful! Now lets get on!” miles says happily as he climbs on zeze. Payakan sitting on zeze’s head getting a good view and tulkun sits behind miles. 

“Have you ever rode on a horse before?” tulkun asks. 

“Nope, first time! HIYAH!” 

Zeze takes off, letting the winds hit their faces and excitement filling their lungs. 

It was amazing! Miles has never seen this many people before! And they all live together in smaller yet wider towers? So cool! And the food! So delicious! More books to read, new music to listen to. It was so perfect. 

A kind lady even gifted him a small flat with a sun design and a flower. He admires the pretty flower until he sees other people laying their flowers in front of an interesting mural.

“It's for the lost prince” a child says to their baby sibling. 

Lost prince? 

Miles takes a good look at the mural. There stood two proud looking people. A man and a woman, wearing fancy looking clothing. In the woman's arms was a baby. A child who is smiling and have lovely golden hair and blue eyes. 

“Poor baby…” miles mutters. He places his flower on the base of the mural. Whoever the baby is, hopefully he comes back to his family soon.

Night came and tulkun managed to get a small boat for them to the surrounding moat. The lanturn festival was about to begin. Tulkun look to see miles not smiling anymore. 

“Hey, you ok..? Feeling excited?” he asks. 

“Feeling kind of terrified actually…” miles confesses. 

Tulkun tilts his head, “how come?” 

“All my life, for as long as I can remember I look at my window and see beautiful stars in the sky. Always wondering what they were. And here I am, about to see the truth….I'm scared to be disappointed” 

Tulkun, understanding his new friend, places an arm over his shoulder. 

“Nothing wrong with being disappointed. In the end, you will get to see what is more than the stars as you call them” 

Miles smiles a bit, “and what if they are? What then?” 

“That is the fun part I guess. It opens a path for a new journey” 

Neytiri straights jake’s outcoat, making him presentable. Her eyes meet his. Sadness and sorrow are all there is. No words are needed to be said. She knows. What is supposed to be a joyous day has now become a sad tradition for all. 

They meet their children on the balcony, all holding their own lanterns. Yet, neytiri and jake notice their third son is missing. It was just putting more salt on the wound. 

Taking the lead, they light up their lantern and together they let it go. The royal children followed. Moments after, all of the kingdom let go of their lanterns. The darkened sky now filled with lanterns, all goes at their own pace. 

Neytiri and jake hold each other close while holding their children. Their hopes depleting each year. The hope that one day, their first child would return home. That hopefully their son would find these lanterns and use them as a guide back to them. 

But its been 18 years. A grown adult by now. 

They make sure their children know of their big brother, and how he would have loved each and everyone of them. Their children never doubted that. 

“He will come home this time, right mama….?” The first princess asks her mother as she stares at the lanterns. Every year she asks the same question. Every year, neytiri answers the same thing. 

“He must” 

Miles was in awe. The lanterns were so beautiful! Each one was different yet all burned brightly. 

“I finally know the truth…” he says. 

Tulkun hears this……

“Lo’ak” he speaks. 

“Hm?” 

“My real name is Lo’ak, tulkun was just a disguise name…” lo’ak admits. 

“Why?” miles asks, curious to know. 

“My family….well my parents to be precise. Are very protective. Like super protective. Cant go anywhere without someone spying on me or my siblings…” lo’ak says with what sounds like defeat in his voice. 

“You see….I have an older brother and two younger sisters. My parents however, had a son before my big brother neteyam. Spider was his name. My parents said he was only 3 months old before a dark cloaked guy took him away. They never knew who he was or why the stranger took him. That night traumatized them for life. Dont get me wrong, it is sad. He would have been 4 or 5 years old by the time I was born. Its just….” lo’ak couldn't continue. 

“So that is why you are rebellious…wanting to get out of their tight hold. Needing to breathe and just take risks for the fun of it” miles finishes for him. 

Lo’ak looks at miles’s long hair. 

“Yeah…but what about you? You never told me why you lived in that tall, isolated tower” lo’ak asks, wanting to change the subject. 

“My dad….he too is overprotective. Growing up, he tells me all of the dangerous things that happen outside of the tower. Baby stealing ghouls, men with sharp teeth, diseases, blood sucking monsters. I was terrified. But in reality…he kept me there because of my hair…” 

Miles moves his dreads to the side to reveal a short dark strand of hair. 

“My hair….is what is keeping me alive. If cut, it affects my health. He doesn't know why, niether do I but…something like that, it has to be protected” 

“So….you never left that tower?” lo’ak was astounded. Miles, a grown adult at this point, has never seen what life has to offer? 

Miles nodded. 

“And you still want to go back…?” 

Miles looked to be contemplating on that question. But before could be said, near the dock was two unpleasantly familiar people.

“There, it will be just like it never happened” his dad says. 

Miles was back at the tower. Any traces of him being outside was gone. Lo’ak left him and took the crown. Leaving him vulnerable to two dangerous strangers who wanted to cut his hair for higher value. If it wasn't for his dad finding him, who knows what could have happened. 

“Hey, I will make that coup you like so much, that will lift your spirits up” his dad was exiting his room. 

“Look son, I know it seems unfair but you have to understand. Not everything is bright and good. Terrible people who sees any trace of goodness, they will destroy it no matter what” with that, he goes downstairs. 

Leaving miles alone. He stares at the paintings he has done on the ceiling. Why do they look familiar? 

Pulling out the little flag he still kept, he compares the sun to the familiar shapes. 

“What the…?” why do his painting have the sun symbol? 

Suddenly, he got a massive headache. 

Memories of a past he didn't know he had came flooding in. 

“WAIT WAIT DAD!! YOU DONT GET IT!!” lo’ak shouts as he tries to fight back his uncle figure tsu’tey. The other night he was knocked out by z-dog and lyle, tying him on a canoe with the crown. Now being punished, he was to be sent to a neighboring kingdom as a form of punishment for stealing a royal crown.

Jake, having had enough of his son's lies, false promises, and fake sympathy, didnt want to hear him anymore.

“Hopefully this will teach you a lesson son. You knew how important that crown was. Stealing was the last straw "Jake says. His family beside him, none wanting lo’ak to go but it was necessary.

“NO!! YOU DONT GET IT!! THEY TOLD ME!! HE IS ALIVE!! DAMN IT!! IM SORRY UNCLE!!” with a quick hit with his head, lo’ak managed to free himself from tsu’tey. Acting fast he made a run for it.

“ZEZE!!” he calls out. The majestic yet beastly horse answers his call, he climbed onto her.

Tsu’tey calls his soldiers to follow lo’ak, his family yelling to come back. “HE IS ALIVE!! SPIDER IS ALIVE!!” was all lo’ak said before zeze ran faster, heading straight to the forest. This whole time, this whole time! His big brother is alive!! He has a lot to make up for right now, lo’ak needs to get him out of the tower and away from the stranger miles calls ‘father’.

There was so much blood. Miles didnt know how to heal him. He wanted to save lo’ak, save him, tell him of his newfound revelation! Yet his dad has him tied to chains like some feral animal. 

“That is enough! You are going somewhere far more hidden! Somewhere where you won't even see the sunlight!” his father says. Miles can hardly recognize him anymore. All he sees is a scary, tall man who sees miles as some golden item rather than a human being. 

Yet miles fought back, as best as he could. Lo’ak is dying,he needs to do something! 

“Let me heal him please!” miles begs. Tears ran down his face. 

“Let me heal him, and you and I will be together. Just like we always have. Please dad, let me save him” 

His dad saw lo’ak laying still, thinking he won't last long. He ties a chain to his ankle, just incase the brat gets any ideas of following them. Miles was quick, panicking but doing his best to close the wound. 

“Miles…” lo’ak whispers weakly, “dont…I can let you…” he tries his hardest to say, 

“I cant let you die…” miles whispers, more tears falling out. 

Lo’ak gets closer as if to tell miles something, however, in a surprise move, he cuts miles hair. 

“Lo’ak!! What did you…!!” his was was quick to turn a dark brown, his dreads also losing their golden color. 

“NO!!! WHAT DID YOU DO?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!?” the mad man shrieks. In a hurry he tries to collect the hair, not carrying where he is stepping. He tangles himself in the dreads, unknowingly wrapping himself. In a daze he trips. 

Over the tower’s window. 

Falling to his death. His screams are now silent. 

Miles couldn't comprehend what just happened. Yet he had to focus on lo’ak. 

“Im sorry….brother….” lo’aks arms went limp, his eyes closed. 

“No no no!! Stay with me lo’ak! Please!!” miles cries out loud. Now he truly is alone. No friend, no father, no one. Just himself. He lets his tears fall on lo’aks wound. 

“Please save him…!! I beg you!! Save him!!” miles didnt know to who he was calling to. To himself? To some holy being? Perhaps he was already losing his mind now that he lost his golden hair. Or perhaps, not all is lost…

Bright light flooded the tower from the outside. Its light radiating warmth, reminds miles that of the lanterns. Bright yet gentle. It was like being swaddled in a blanket. The light surrounded him and lo’ak. His hair, although now messy, its golden color returned. The light touches lo’ak’s wound, sealing it, healing him. 

Just as it has appeared, the light has dispersed. As if it never did. 

Holding in his breathe, miles looks over at lo’ak, hoping to see something. 

A cough was heard, more coughs, and a scruff. 

“Oh fuck…did I hit something?” Lo’ak asks as he sits up. 

Miles shouts in happiness. Hugging lo’ak tightly, he says his thanks to the mysterious light that saved his friend. His brother. 

Quickly, neytiri and jake along with their children make haste to the balcony where tsu’tey said was where he was waiting. 

They all hold hands tightly, reassuring one another that this is real, its not a dream. 

Opening the doors, they see lo’ak. Beside him was someone jake and neytiri thought they would never see. 

A young, tall man with short yet very familiar golden hair stood before them. Wide, sparkly blue eyes that can rival the sky. His familiar smile, his aura radiant of warm happiness. This is him. 

“Spider…” neytiri whispers, getting closer to him. Touching his cheeks, his hands, his ears, hair, everything. 

“It is you…my spider, my son” she confirms. A mother could never mistake her child. 

Hugging him close, she cries out in joy. Jake followed soon after her. Holding his son after so many years. Kissing his head, hearing his heartbeat. Their son has returned. 

“You did find him…” jake says to lo’ak. 

Lo’ak smiles, joining in the hug, not saying much as to let his parents have this moment. 

“Come come my children, meet your big brother! He is home!” neytiri gestures her three other children, neteyam, kiri and tuk. The three join in one massive group hug. 

This is what miles, or now, spider, wanted. To feel truly loved. This is his family, may take some time getting used to, but spider truly felt at home with them. For they are warm and radiant, like that of the sun. 

Aaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Hope you all liked it! Until next time! See ya!

[geniousbh]

laurrrr, pelo amor de deus, precisamos de mais da rivalidade (inexistente) simón x pipe !!! – liv da amethvysts

ooiii lilivs @amethvysts 😚💋💗💖👋🏻 ai vida vamos relevar que demorei meio século pra ter inspiração e vir aqui te responder e NOSSA essa rivalidade masculina é tão delicinha

pensei logo num cenário em que você se muda pra um prédio perto da faculdade - de apartamentos normais mesmo, sem ser dormitório - e acaba sendo vizinha da dupla dinâmica simón&pipe. de primeira, conheceu eles - que se mostraram super simpáticos - no elevador, chegando do supermercado com algumas sacolas. o felipe cutucando o simón de levinho e ambos se oferecendo pra levar as mais pesadas e como era caminho, por descerem no mesmo andar, vc não recusava.

aos poucos você vai se adaptando com a rotina nova, conhecendo mais deles já que os rapazes estavam sempre saindo no corredor ou no hall do prédio - acha um mais lindo que o outro, os olhos de felipe te entorpecem toda vez e o sorriso de simón abala suas estruturas. descobre que ambos são muito fãs de futebol e torcem pro river, o que gerou até uma pseudo guerrinha quando você contou que era do brasil provocando que o futebol brasileiro dava um pau no futebol argentino tirando uma olhadinha de canto do otaño e um "vai nessa" do hempe.

as coisas começam a ficar interessantes quando numa tarde de domingo sua resistência do chuveiro queima logo quando abre o registro já peladinha (meme da andressa urach fingindo surpresa), e vc até tem uma nova pra pôr, mas morre de medo de usar a escada😖 o que te leva a bater na porta dos seus vizinhos gsts pra pedir ajuda - usando só a toalha envolvendo o corpo. nesse dia, porém, pipe foi pro estádio ver jogo ent quem te atende é um simón só de bermudinha e corrente no pescoço, muito lombrado🍃. ele te seca dos pés à cabeça antes de perguntar o que aconteceu, "cê não me ajuda com o isso? é rapidinho" fazendo sua melhor carinha de pobre coitada.

e ele vai sim arrumar pra ti, tá acostumado a arrumar quando queima a deles então em cinco minutos seu chuveiro tá funcionando perfeitamente. tão bem que você deixa a toalha cair no chão na frente do boludo e abre a água "pra testar... quer vir comigo, não?", e honestamente a carne JÁ É FRACA, com uma mulher tomando iniciativa então? simón hempe só obedece. têm uma foda toda molhada ali. os beijos águados já que se atracavam vez ou outra ficando debaixo dos jatos, com direito a ter os peitinhos prensados no vidro gelado do box enquanto o garoto te come por trás, o pau grossinho te arreganhando toda enquanto ele sussurra na sua orelhinha que "agora eu entendo o que falam das brasileiras, ô bucetinha boa, mami".

"ah nem fodendo", é o que felipe diz quando simón conta do ocorrido pra ele no dia seguinte à caminho da faculdade. o otaño fica todo enfezado porque ele já tinha comentado com o amigo que te acha uma gata e que morria de vontade de te chamar pra sair. "vai enrolando, bobão. fica só nessa de river, river, perdeu a melhor bct da vida... fora que ela é toda safada. acho que se eu tivesse dito que queria por no cuzinho ela deixava", simón dando de ombros só pra pirraçar.

o que ele não esperava era que uns dias depois, você decidiria fazer um bolo - porque sente muita saudade da comida de casa e quase nenhuma padaria em buenos aires vende um bolinho de fubá raiz. mas afe... o açúcar era pouco💋🤤 então toca você ir até o apartamento colado ao seu pra pedir. e vai com um shortinho bem atolado na bunda e uma regatinha que deixa MUITO pouco pra imaginação já que é toda transparente. dessa vez quem atende é felipe, camisa da argentina, boné pra trás e shorts. "açúcar? tem sim", "me empresta um pouquinho...", "só se você me der um pedaço do bolo depois", ele diz apoiando no batente e cruzando os braços enquanto cê morde o inferior.

e ele come um pedaço do bolo, além de você todinha. depois de te seguir, vai ficar só observando como você faz questão de bater a massa e deixar os peitos balançarem pra ele, empina na hora de colocar a forma no forno e se suja toda desastrada guardando a farinha. quando o maior se oferece pra limpar contigo você aceita, guia a mão dele com o paninho sobre a bancada e trocam olhares💫 tudo oq vc sabe é que ele tá te beijando depois. os braços fortes te colocam em cima do granito e apertam suas coxas. ele mordisca sua boquinha e você pergunta se ele te deixaria chupar o pau dele "com essa carinha sua, só se eu tivesse maluco pra negar".

mama igual uma profissional, se apoiando nos joelhos dele, sentada em cima de um dos pés grandes e se aproiveitando para roçar e aliviar a pressão na rachinha ali mesmo. ele chega a foder sua boquinha e quando goza sai porra até pelo seu nariz, fazendo uma bagunça. te coloca debruçada e dá uns tapas ardidos na sua bunda lembrando do que simón tinha dito. "quero comer seu cuzinho, nena, deixa?" e n é que ele tava certo mesmo?🤩 vc deixa ele meter forte e rápido, gemendo como se ele tivesse te fodendo a buceta. dps de uma hora na metelancia fariam uma pausa pra comer o bolo assadinho e continuariam mais um pouquinho 😋

símon finge não ligar quando recebe a notícia quentinha de um pipe que não para de sorrir de ponta a ponta. nisso, eles entram numa competiçãozinha, esperando qual vai ser a sua próxima desculpa ou próximo imprevisto que vai render uma boa foda pra eles. fizeram até um chat no zap só com eles dois pr compartilhar as experiências E alguns vídeos e fotos tb🥵💨