#mazing

[epilepticsaints]

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

Jaing/Maze: carrying the other one in their arms

***

“Hey pretty thing,” is said against the shell of Maze’s ear.

He purses his lips and sips the cocktail he ordered while he was waiting. “You’re late.”

If he turns his head now, he’ll see an insufferable smirk on Jaing’s face. He knows it from past experience, especially as Jaing’s fingers creep around his waist. Wearing civvies just means he feels every movement. “I got held up with something.”

“Oh?”

Jaing’s lips move down to Maze’s jaw. “You know me. Always making friends.”

Ugh. Maze was really hoping they wouldn’t end up running for their lives tonight. He’s pretty sure Jaing is even less familiar with the concept of “date night” than he is. “Jain,” he says slowly, warning explicit in his tone.

The bartender’s eyes flick toward them, but then Maze is turning his head so Jaing can kiss him.

“I told them I have a boyfriend but they didn’t quite seem to believe me,” Jaing says between kisses. “Said I was too hot to be in a monogamous relationship.”

Maze snorts. “They really thought that was going to get them points?”

Jaing hums. “Way I figure, I left you waiting too long, they’re being creepy…That drink paid for?”

“Yeah. Why?”

He kisses Maze again, then dips down, getting an arm under his knees and another between his back and the chair, lifting him up and making him swear and nearly drop the glass.

Once he’s steady, he leaves the glass on the bar and rolls his eyes at Jaing, who takes that as the sign to move you. “You’re insufferable,” he says, looping his arms around Jaing’s neck. Look only at me, he doesn’t say. Don’t be smug at the people you left for me.

Don’t start a damn fight while you’re carrying me several feet off the floor you karking idiot.

He doesn’t say any of that, because Jaing is a contrary bastard. What he does instead is lean against his chest and let his eyes flutter shut, listens as Jaing’s pulse rockets up, smiles. Monopolizes his attention naturally.

And they get out of the bar without Jaing dropping him to throw a punch, or him getting scratched up by some girl’s fake nails.

He’s gonna have to reward this.

[trudemaethien]

For Taking, Forgiving

Maze/Jaing for paxduane for the 2022 Star Wars Rarepairs Exchange

rated E, no archive warnings, Kal Skirata’s A+ Parenting, Somehow simultaneously dubious AND enthusiastic consent, Secret Relationship, Internalized Homophobia, Unreliable Narrator, Under-negotiated Kink, Miscommunication, Rough Sex, Tender Sex, Breeding Kink, A little of the Genders™️, Marriage Proposal/Declarations Of Love, First Time, (Not Really) Character Death, Happy Ending

Everything about this was ill-advised; Jaing could just imagine what Kal’buir would have to say about all of it.

He activated the door code with steady fingers and stepped into the room like he belonged.

Maze faced the door like any good soldier keeping his lines of sight clear. His head dipped as he looked up immediately, frowning with expressive curiousity at the stranger intruding. Then his face shifted and he slid his datapad deftly away under the desktop. “Null…Six?” he asked, which was a fair guess, since officially Kom’rk was the closest and most likely non-Ordo-or-Mereel brother out of them to be here.

Too bad Jaing kept his movements off the record. He couldn’t help the little bit of smirk that curled around the corners of his mouth. Maze’s eyes narrowed and flicked up and down Jaing’s form again. He tilted his head shrewdly. “No?” he asked, trying to puzzle it out.

“Jaing,” he introduced himself, taking another step forward. Maze’s eyes landed on the item in his hand. “Little nuna told me you’re into, uh,”—he stopped himself short from saying nerd shit like he wasn’t a total hypocrite for even thinking it—“reading. Books.” He placed the book onto the desk, stretching slightly too far. Suddenly Jaing got the sure and certain feeling he’d gotten this wrong. It shouldn’t matter. He didn’t really care.

“Does Captain Ordo know you think he’s a nuna?” Maze asked dryly, attention shifting superficially from Jaing to examine the volume he’d brought.

“Oh, sure,” Jaing said, latching onto the provided excuse that Ordo was his source of information. “Nice hit, by the way. Ord’ika could stand to be bullied more.”

Maze glanced up at him again briefly, the slightest tinge of amusement in his eyes, but he was mostly interested in the book. Which had been Jaing’s goal, really, so that was good, even if something about being ignored made him writhe inside. He had the sense that Maze was actually very aware of him, and that helped soothe that feeling.

Maze opened it and flipped through the first couple pages, tracing fingers along headings and down the list of contents, then rifling farther into the back of the book. “This, I think, was cited in that other…” he mumbled, half to himself.

Jaing swallowed. He’d noticed that himself, and underlined that bit. He was torn now on whether to stay and watch Maze’s brain at work in real time, or duck out and spare himself the humiliation. He ended up being too slow to choose.

Maze looked up at him sharply, and closed the book with a snap. “Ordo doesn’t know about this,” he said with certainty and an edge of accusation.

Jaing shifted, then shrugged as nonchalantly as he could manage. “He’s not the boss of me,” he said, and didn’t explain any further. “If you don’t want it—” He reached out as if to take the book back and Maze’s hand landed firmly and heavily square on the cover.

“Well, then. Let me know what you think,” Jaing said with a little flare of triumph, hope fluttering inside him. He hadn’t fucked this up too badly, he thought. He stepped backward and almost ran into the doorframe; not the smoothest exit, but he ducked out and left before he could mangle anything else. There were only a couple turns in the passageway to the exterior exit, and he knew how to move like a cool operator even if he didn’t feel like one.

Kriff. Send him undercover any day.

read on AO3 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/43316976

[wren-kitchens]

i’m having such a magical day today

from 12-2am I saw shooting starts, just now I climbed a waterfall and tonight me, my sibling and my dad are going to the peak district to stargaze 

[septemberkisses]

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

[victusinveritas]

400 [hundred: typo that I need to leave as a sign of shame and the necessity of proof reading--maze is just 400 years old and not 40000] year old (not) abandoned maze in Spain. Edit: As pointed out, the hedges are not in fact abandoned, but carefully maintained by expert hedgers. https://www.pazodesanlorenzo.com/en/about/

[goldenqingxin]

fuck that "fell first/fell harder" thing. they both fell flat on their faces because their shoes were untied

[moncuries]

carry him away, i prayed, knowing no god would listen.

[danatron1]

I had a vision and was compelled to draw it

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

Jaing/Maze: naturally goes along with a white lie you told and cover up for you when people question it

***

Maze doesn’t like dealing with Skirata. He never has, he never will. So he has a policy to always give the blunt truth, even if it may result in Skirata blowing his top at some idiot who decided to lie about something Maze said or that Maze could do.

Usually.

“Jaing said you couldn’t tell me where you were sending him,” Skirata says one morning, disapproval clear.

Maze stares blankly at him. Where is he sending Jaing? Jaing is cleared for leave right now. He’d even been harassing Maze earlier about going out to eat when he got off. So why did he tell Skirata he was being sent off planet? He opens his mouth, considering what to say, then grits his teeth and breathes out through his nose. “He shouldn’t have said anything,” he says instead, packing all of his annoyance into that sentence, glaring back at the Mando contractor. He shuffles the flimsi files on his desk. “He’ll be back in a week, Skirata, and any danger he gets into is his own fault. It’s an easy mission, even if it’s important.” It’s not even a full lie.

Skirata frowns, but he doesn’t say anything. “And I can’t contact him?”

“Strict blackout. Sir. He left his main comm here on Coruscant.”

Skirata leaves without even a ret. Maze can’t bring himself to care. So he pulls out his comm and messages Jaing himself.

[You owe me.]

It’s barely seconds later that he gets an answering offer that makes even him blush.

[niamhloveshs]

i feel like the ballad of songbirds and snakes saved the whole dystopian genre, like we haven’t had a good dystopian movie in ages but everything about tbosas was literally perfect. the songs, the acting, the casting, the whole storyline, everything was amazing, i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since i watched it

[richiesnotaloserguyscmon]

just saw this on pinterest and it hit me like a truck

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Ao3 had an annual fundraiser that was just a giant maze. This year’s was an endless haunted house designed to trap you forever that you entered through a ballpit. Admission was five dollars.

[linked-maze]

Since you guys really liked the Fi design I had for her I drew some more of her!

[trashdorito]

I swear they better not mess this up