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Stranger things

Robin Buckley•

I want to love a boy

Part one

Status: in progress

The Mandalorian

Paz Vizsla•

Di’kut

Part one

Part two

Part three

Status: finished

Ghost

Dew•

Ghouls and Goblins

Status: abandoned

There is more to come soon!

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if i survived a slasher it’s because i fucked him

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Ppl love my delusions❤️

Anyways! Back after my several month long hiatus. I might try to write something(possibly finish ghouls and goblins.) 👍

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Ghouls and Goblins

Dew x reader

Summary: you didn’t know what you were getting into after playing an old song by a band long forgotten.

Warnings: stalking, general fear, getting chased down by a dude wearing a mask in an abandoned theatre.

How did you end up here, goosebumps down your arms as you walked through the abandoned ‘Whiskey-a-go-go’? Good question, you had not a clue. Stumbling through the mess of papers scattered around, you nearly found yourself lost. This place was bizarre, it shut down in the late ‘60’s apparently after some concert ended in a blood bath. Musical sheets were littered everywhere, odd symbols and worst of all; those fucking masks.

Every corner you turned there were those weird masks staring you down. Rounding another corner you let out a shriek, nearly dropping your crutch.

“Jesus fucking Christ!”

Well that’s unsettling. Picking up the mask, you inspected it. It was a steampunk looking leather mask with goggles and white horns. Well, one horn the other must have fallen off. You shrugged and placed it back.

Pulling out your flashlight you flipped it on and ventured into a new room. This one looked like a dressing room, and it was thoroughly trashed. Great, just your luck. Walking further into the room you saw a symbol painted onto the mirror-in what looked to be like lipstick (you hoped)-it was a triangle?

‘Odd’

You thought to yourself,

Looking at the dust covered vanity you saw a music sheet. Picking it up you blew some of the dust off. This part was written for guitar. Now you wished you hadn’t stopped taking lessons after the accident. Looking around for anything more else you saw a cream colored guitar with that same symbol on it displayed on the wall, not a speck of dust on it either.

‘How weird.’

Taking the guitar off the wall you plucked a few chords.

‘Out of tune’

You thought.

After adjusting the pegs a little you slung the guitar on, laid your crutch against the wall, finding a pick nearby, you strummed the chords to ‘Griftwood ’ as it read and sang along with the lyrics scrawled out onto the old paper. Continuing to play, your ring finger caught part of a frayed string slicing your finger open.

“Shit.”

You muttered out, shaking your hand to hopefully rid of the pain. Flinging a droplet onto the sheet music. As you continued to play the song your flashlight flickered. You shrugged it off as you continued to play muttering out the lyrics.

“Are you righteous?”

“Righteous.”

Was that your echo? It didn’t sound like your voice reverberating through the theatre. You shuddered a bit. Quickly putting the guitar back you grabbed your crutch and began to head elsewhere.

Then you heard it,

a guttural growl.

What was that?

You began to limp towards the exit,

You could hear footsteps somewhere in the theatre, they were getting quicker and louder.

You weren’t alone.

Your heart began to beat rapidly, you tried to walk faster, but your mangled leg got in the way of that. Taking a sharp left you follow the hall past the atrium. Then the footfalls stopped, you paused and looked around slowly aiming your flashlight down the hall.

What the fuck is that thing?

Something was standing at the end of the hall looking at you. It was wearing that stupid fucking mask. Backing up, it began its pursuit. Walking slowly dragging its boots against the floor.

It knew you were in no shape to run, it was taunting you.

This was life or likely death,

you had to get out of this place.

You forced your self to walk on your twisted leg grimacing and clenching your teeth as you tried to make your way through the theatre.

It let out a growl once more, and began to give chase. You took off into a sprint of sorts seeing an opening; you ran through. It led you to the auditorium. You couldn’t hear its footsteps any longer. You slowed your pace walking through the rows of seats, and caught your breath for a moment. Jumping into the pit a few moments later to hide.

The stage lights were flickering it made you uneasy. Anxiously looking back where you had came from you saw nothing. Then you heard what sounded like a humming. The lights flickered once again and there it was, it stalked closer.

You let out a few shaky breaths hoping it would leave and look elsewhere. You peaked your head up to the stage and saw nothing. You sighed, calming slightly. Then you were roughly dragged up onto the stage by your arm. You shrieked. It’s claws digging into your skin made you drop your crutch. It was standing over you, slowly leaning down to you, you were paralyzed with fear. It smiled, showing off its canines.

Fuck.

It leaned in closer and you threw your hands in its face trying to push it away, with no luck it bit your finger. Yelping, you head butted the creature. Staggering back and shredding your shirt in the process. You had an opportunity to reach for your crutch. With shaky hands you grabbed it and swung at its head as hard as you could.

A loud crack sounded across the room. It fell to the ground with a ‘thump’ but no noise came from the creature. You took your opportunity to run. Sliding into the wall as you turned you ran through the halls turning randomly, you’ve probably passed the same room at least three times but you had no time to think you had to get out.

You wouldn’t let that thing kill you.

You refused to give it the satisfaction of killing you.

You found a door you had no clue what it lead to but you had to try. Just as you were about to reach for the handle, you were thrown to the ground. Gasping for air and groaning it landed on top of you. You continued to try to get away but it held you down. You thrashed around in its hold. Grabbing your face with its claws, you felt blood start to trickle down your chin.

Breathing heavily still, it leaned down and bit down into your shoulder. You screamed out in pain, flailing wildly you managed to get an arm loose and roughly shoved his face away. It ripped a chunk of flesh off of your shoulder in the process. Drawing a groan out of your throat. You scooted away from him trying to reach for the door handle. It tried advancing once again. Holding your shoulder trying to compress the bleeding, you kicked at it nailing him in the jaw.

Squinting through your welling tears, your lip quivered as your vision began to spot, you slid your back down onto the cold floor, bleeding onto the checkered tiles as your mind went fuzzy. You closed your eyes.

[lesbii-enne]

Bandit Darville, the County Mountie Bounty.👀

Don’t question the shit I might write.

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Di’kut

(Part three)

I am so sorry, this is taking a lot longer than expected.

Part one: Part two:

Translations below

“I appreciate the hospitality of your covert but I do have a job I must get back to. Hod knows if Jawas stripped my ship already.”

I said to the armorer.

She nodded but insisted I stay the night as it was becoming dark. I agreed to stay the night and she summoned alor Vizsla to show me to my temporary quarters.

Neither of us talked as we walked the way to my quarters, once we made it I thanked him. He simply nodded and left, I opened the door walking into the undecorated small dormitory.

Locking the door behind me I began to strip my armor off of my body. I saw another door in the small room, opening it there was a small small washroom equipped with a small tub. Stripping my flight suit I turned the water on and slipped in the warm water soothed my aching muscles. Taking my helmet off and setting it beside the tub I began to wash up, soon after I put a clean set of clothes on.

Dimming the lights I sat on the cot, thinking about all that has transpired today I soon felt tired and laid down, falling asleep quickly.

Waking up I felt a familiar dull ache, it did in fact hurt like Mustafar. Pulling on my flight suit and attaching my armor I made sure to tidy the room before leaving. Walking the halls of the caverns I made my way to the forge. Seeing the Armorer already working, I stood by. Soon enough she put her work aside and turned to me.

“I thank you for your hospitality and kindness, but I must get back to work.”

I bowed my head and turned to take my leave.

“Wait.”

I paused and turned back to face the Armorer.

“You are a mechanic are you not? We have use for your skills if you will have us. We will compensate you handsomely and you will be treated with utmost respect.”

I took a moment to think, I could stay and be with my kind once again, have my work respected, and finally have a home. However, I would lose the excitement and thrill of traveling to far off planets seeing so many beautiful sights.

“I have made my decision, I will stay and work for the covert under one condition-”

She cut me off

“You will be free to leave the covert on trips for most anything.”

She nearly read my mind.

I bowed my head once again and said

“Thank you for accepting me into the covert and for this opportunity.”

She nodded.

“Have you any experience in repairing and cleaning weapons as well?”

“I do.”

“Excellent, your help will certainly take some of the stress off of some of the other mandalorians.”

What I didn’t know was that ‘some of the other mandalorians’ was the one and only alor Vizsla.

Several cycles passed since had decided to stay and work for the covert. You were nearly always covered in grease, grime, and oil. alor Vizsla had begun to warm up to me; acknowledging me when I entered a room, letting me clean some of his grimy weapons when they started to work improperly, and allowing me to call him by his first name; Paz.

After working nearly all day on most of the coverts’ weapons including Paz’s overly large and weighted blaster my back was aching. Crazy enough but sitting hunched over a desk cleaning and maintaining weapons all day really makes your body ache. Rolling my shoulders for what felt like the twelfth time in a row on the way back to my dormitory ,I arrived. Walking into the washroom I drew the bath water and began to strip my armor off; my cuirass, pauldrons, shin guards, and other miscellaneous parts, laying them gently under the vanity. Peeling my sweat drenched flightsuit I made my way into the bubble filled tub. Getting ready to take my helmet off I hear the door to the bathroom open. Snapping my head towards the door I saw alor Paz Vizsla. He didn’t move, quickly realizing what had happened he adverted his gaze. I spoke up.

“I will be out in a minute please close the door.”

He swiftly turned away and left, leaving me alone with my thoughts as I removed my helmet and finished bathing. Quickly throwing on slightly more appropriate attire I stepped out of the washroom with my helmet on my head. He stood in the middle of my dormitory looking at his shoes. He heard the door open and slowly looked back up. Stepping out into the halls, he said

“The Armorer requests your presence.”

I nod to him and he begins to walk alongside me. After a painful silence he says

“You’re a woman?”

I tilt my head at him

“Yes, I figured you would have realized rather quickly.”

He said nothing further the rest of the walk, arriving at the forge I walked in

“You needed to see me?”

I said, she turned around with a case of whistling birds

“Yes, while overseeing the target range I heard of a few faulty whistling birds, would you mind taking a look at them for me? The foundlings are to start practice with them soon.”

She spoke

“Oh course, I can take them to the workshop and examine them now if you don’t mind.”

She agreed and thanked me

I took the case in my hands and headed to the workshop. Paz accompanied me to the workshop, making sure I arrived he turned and left to his dormitory not far from the workshop. Observing the weapons for quite some time I couldn’t find anything wrong with it. So, testing it was my next step. Putting the vambrace on, I aimed and fired. As quick as I fired I let out a scream.

The whistling bird wasn’t able to shoot out as it was intended to instead it went the only other way it could go; into my arm. Blood began to seep into the fabric of my shirt. Pulling the vambrace off I could see scorch marks and a hole in the clothing and my arm.

The door slammed open as I stood there holding my arm in pain, Paz Vizsla stood in the doorway, he rushed over to me and took hold, albeit more gently this time, of my arm. Sitting me down on the work table he quickly got gauze, forceps, and bacta-spray from an aid kit. Using the forceps he pulled the painful piece of beskar from my forearm, wincing as he did so he set it aside and whispered to me

“Gar atin’la cyar’ika, gar tayli’bac.”

I recognized most of the words, one I couldn’t quite remember

‘You’re tough —- , you’re okay.’

Pulling the cap off of the bacta-spray he dressed my wound, I clenched my teeth. Once he had finished with my arm he insisted he take over and work on the whistling birds. I tried to protest but he demanded I not work on them any further. I obeyed but refused to leave the workshop, we stayed in the workshop throughout the night and well into the early hours of the morning.

I eventually fell asleep on the counter of the workshop with my helmet still on. Waking up a few hours later I noticed a small bit of extra weight on my back, lifting my head up I noticed it was animal furs. It was rather warm but I didn’t own any animal furs. Looking over I saw Paz still working on the whistling birds. We’re these furs his? He noticed that I was awake and nodded to me.

My face felt suddenly hot, odd. Getting up I stretched and made my way over to Paz I said

“Thank you Paz, you really didn’t have to do this for me.”

He faltered for just a moment and shook his head to me, I assumed he meant ‘no problem’

I figured I may as well bring him food as he helped me out the night before. Warming up a stew in the dorms was harder than you’d think. Walking back to the workshop people started to stir awake, it must have been later in the morning than I realized.

Stepping into the shop I see Paz still working on one of the last whistling birds. Setting the stew down he looked up at me and said

“Thank you cyar’ika.”

My face went hot for a moment again, what did that word mean again?

“Was that an insult?”

I asked

He looked back up at me and said

“What?”

“Look it’s been a while since I’ve seen or been around other mandalorians, I can’t remember some words, I remember the basics, some words have just been lost to time.”

I laughed nervously, soon after I left to go back to my dorm. Trying to collect my thoughts I paced around the room

‘What is wrong with me?’

‘Am I attracted to Paz?’

I thought

‘Oh no, this is not good.’

‘I should distance myself until I figure out what is going on.’

For the next few cycles I tried my best to avoid alor Paz. Working during the night instead of the day, staying in my room for most everything other than reporting to the Armorer. I tried everything to dissuade myself from him, but I couldn’t seem convince myself that I wasn’t attracted to him.

I groaned into my cot, getting up I would continue to work during the night. It was almost dawn when I left the workshop to head to my dormitory, when I suddenly had my back pressed to the walls of the cavern. Looking up I saw the familiar blue of Alor Paz’s beskar helmet.

“Why are you avoiding me, Verde?”

I swallowed

He leaned his helmet closer to mine, pressing the front of his helmet to mine trapping me in a keldabe kiss. My face ran hot once again, He pulled back.

“I apologize for that, that was inappropriate of me.”

He paused

“Why are you avoiding me cyar’ika?”

There was that word again, I mustered up my courage and said

“I believe I may be attracted to you.”

I realized my words and quickly sputtered out

“ I am sorry I shouldn’t have said that.”

He cleared his throat awkwardly

“Do not worry, that certainly makes things easier.”

Quickly he produced a blue pauldron, the same color as his own armor, from a pocket of sorts.

“I would like to begin courting you, if you’ll allow me to. As a sign of my devotion I offer you a new pauldron with my clan signet.”

I looked at him in shock quietly whispering out

“Yes, I ,, I would appreciate that.”

Heyy, it’s finally done! Look at that I’m so productive! Possibly more to come in the future like the armorer.

Translations:

alor: leader, boss, basically anyone of higher ‘rank’ than oneself

Gar atin’la cyar’ika, gar tayli’bac: you’re tough darling, you’re okay

Cyar’ika: darling

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Di’kut

(Part two)

My favorite Big blue man. I’m using a first person point of view now second person killed me :) enjoy

Part one: part three:

Translations below

The man spoke

“Who is this man Din Djarin? Another apostate?”

“This man is the last of Clan Verde.”

Din announced

The man known as ‘Vizsla’ told alor Din that he instead would bring me to the Armorer, pulling me by the arm through the crowds and into the caverns. He led me to a great forge, there was a woman smelting what looked like beskar into a signet. Vizsla announced

“This is the last son of Clan Verde.”

She turned to me eying me with curiosity as alor Vizsla made his exit.

“I figured I would see you once again Lita Verde.”

I looked at her confused

“That was my mother’s name, it is an honor to meet someone who knew my mother.”

The armorer tilted her helmet almost sorrowfully.

“I apologize for mistaking you.”

She began again

“Paz Vizsla said you were the ‘last son’ of Clan Verde, but you are no son.”

“You are correct, I am no son, I am the eldest daughter of Leio and Lita Verde. I can understand why alor Vizsla assumed me to be a son, I do not carry myself as a daughter.”

The armorer nodded in thought.

She turned back to the signet she was crafting saying nothing further on the matter. Pulling the signet from the mold she made her way towards me.

“This was your mother’s signet, a Varactyl it was very dear to her, I crafted it for her believing she had come back; now I offer it to you.”

I nodded at her and she began to solder the signet onto my pauldron. Once she finished she motioned for me to follow her we walked through the cavern she spoke up once again.

“A foundling is to take the creed and be sworn in today will you go?”

“I would be honored to see a foundling take the creed and become a child of the watch.”

The armorer turned to me and nodded

“This is the way.”

I repeated

“This is the way.”

I departed from the armorer and followed wherever my feet led me. Ending up by the massive lake, I crouched down and looked into the clear water I saw my reflection.

A dented dingy helmet with most of the original paint job scratched off. I can surely see why both alor Din and alor Vizsla believed me to be a man. Geez I really haven’t had time to take care of my armor for the last few cycles. I saw the blue beskar clad man approach me in the reflection. I then stood and turned to him.

“You are no mandalorian.”

He spat out.

I ignored the man and turned back around, crouching down to the water again. Reaching out I managed to catch a fish. Holding it up I used my flamethrower not for an intended use, but to cook the fish. Then, I got up and went to find somewhere secluded to eat, but alor Vizsla was still standing there, my shoulder brushed his as I walked away.

Finally finding a spot to eat, I took my helmet off and rather quickly stuffing my face with the fish. I put my helmet back on I trudged back to the encampment. Thankfully I was just in time for the ceremony. I saw mandalorians lining up in rows by the water I joined them and began to pound on my cuirass as they did. Seeing the armorer step out of the caverns with a blue beskar helmet resembling that of alor Vizsla’s. She held the helmet up and we went silent.

“I swear on my name and the name’s of the ancestors.”

She said

“I swear on my name and the name’s of the ancestors.”

He repeated

“That I shall walk the way of the Mandalore.”

He repeated her words once again

“That I shall walk the way of the Mandalore.”

“And the words of the creed shall be forever forged in my heart.”

“And the words of the creed shall be forever forged in my heart.”

The Armorer then placed the helmet on the boy and said

“This is the way.”

“This is the way.”

He repeated

The entire covert repeated, I joined in

“This is the way.”

The armorer then grabbed a small bowl, scooping some of the water of the lake in it and held it out saying

“From this moment on, I shall never remove my helmet.”

The boy began to repeat her words

“From this moment on I shall never..”

The Armorer stopped him, I heard a strange noise. The Armorer suddenly grabbed the boy and turned to run as a large aquatic creature lunged out of the water towards the two.

In a split second I drew my blaster and began to fire at the creature. The blaster had no effect on the massive reptile, if anything it angered the beast. Mandalorians scrambled to fire on the beast, I used my grappling line to grab ahold of the snout of the beast climbing the line I nearly pulled myself on top of the reptile’s snout before it thrashed its head.

Grabbing a hold of my left arm as I fell, it twisted its head. My arm bent in an ugly angle. I grit my teeth and soon a loud ‘snap’ resonated through the air. I screamed out in pain as I dangled from the beast’s mouth. I turned and swung my vibroblade at the reptile stabbing it in the eye with my free hand, it let out a screech as it dropped me.

Falling down I went hurtling into the water with a large splash. My back slammed into the lake bed pain, shot through my body as I tried to yell out only bubbles rose from my throat. Everything hurt I couldn’t move. I felt myself beginning to go limp, then I felt a crash in the water and soon after a hand grabbing onto the back of my cuirass and dragging me.

Soon we came to the surface water came rushing out of my helmet. The seal must have been damaged. I began to cough oxygen reaching my lungs once again as my vision returned as well, a blue blurry figure dragged my up to the shore. I tried getting up but a new surge of pain erupted all over and I fell back down. The reptile was still fighting. I couldn’t move my left arm, it was twisted and uglily dangling. The creature began making its way to the foundling, my legs moved faster than the pain could work its way to my brain. I pushed him behind me as I drew my blaster and fired upon the beast once again.

Suddenly I heard star ship fire, then the reptile fell over dead. The ship landed and alor Din poked his head out, I began to stagger towards him.

“Alor Din, you’re back, I wasn’t aware you had left.”

My attention was drawn to the little green creature in the cockpit of his vessel.

“That is a funny looking creature alor Din.”

He took a look at me and my arm quickly saying

“I think you need medical assistance.”

“I’ll be fine, the adrenaline seems to be wearing off.”

“You need to put that back in place.”

alor Vizsla voiced behind me I turned to him

“I’ll be fine alor”

Some dealt with the remains of the large beast as I limped into the caverns trying not to cry out too loudly. All I needed to do was put my shoulder back in place, easier said than done. I tried to put the bone back into place nearly shouting out at the pain. After too many tries to remember I slumped down the wall of the caverns and groaning.

I soon heard footsteps as I scrambled to get up, I couldn’t seem weak. Then I saw his blue beskar, I almost asked for his help but I knew that I couldn’t, he despised me and I knew he wouldn’t give a second glance to me. I was all the more surprised when he spoke up

“Do you need help with that?”

He gestured to my still very limp arm dangling by my side.

I soon spoke

“I would appreciate that very much.”

He gestured me to sit down I obliged as he ,not as gently as I would have hoped, took hold of my arm. He moved it around a little bit as I grit my teeth and shut my eyes tight. Quickly enough he was able to push my arm back into place with a rather loud ‘pop’. He then motioned for me to move my arm. I began to rotate my arm, pausing for a second I asked

“Why are you helping me all of a sudden alor?”

He tilted his helmet

“You saved my son.”

My eyes widened at his statement, he had a son?

“I did?”

He nodded

“He was the foundling who took the creed.”

I quickly nodded, standing up I thanked him and exited.

‘This is going to hurt like Mustafar.’

I thought to myself.

Oh look I’m done! Fun obviously there should be a part three in the future.

Translations:

alor: leader, boss, basically anyone higher ‘rank’ than oneself

[lesbii-enne]

Di’kut

(Part one)

You didn’t mean to stumble across the covert, you merely meant to find new parts for your star cruiser and maybe a new gig as a mechanic.

Part two: part three:

Translations below

You stepped out of your cruiser onto the desert planet. The scorching sun met your helmet as you stepped out and surveyed the land. The sketchy buildings and market were the first to catch your eye.

“This looks like a shit hole,”

Looking back at my star cruiser you say

“Guess we’ll fit right in then, huh shit box?”

Walking through the market of the secluded planet people gawked, not exactly surprising considering most mandalorians have previously been wiped out. Only a few left to scourge the planets and do kriff knows what. You overheard some of the towns people speak of the ‘other mandalorians’ you nearly stopped right there and begged to know where they were. But you didn’t, you had to keep it together, no matter how much you had longed to be with your own kind. You were fine on your own. Kriff sake you hadn’t even seen another mandalorian since the purge. You continued walking; looking through the market you found some parts for your ship, though you did have to haggle a bit since you were a bit cheap.

“500 credits? Kriff no that part is barely worth 200 credits! I could get a better deal on kamino!”

Your voice modulator hummed

The shopkeeper mumbled something like ‘can’t have shit on Kamino.’ but you ignored it. You were lying your ass off but you were good at it.

“Fine I can do 400 credits.”

“300.”

“350.”

“Fine.”

You handed over the credits and took your parts back to your ship. That part was worth 500 at the least but you got one hell of a discount for it. Seeing your ship in the distance you sped your walking. In a moment you heard shuffling and whipped around to a tall mandalorian in shiny beskar armor charging you. You flung your parts away from you and grabbed hold of your vibroblade and blaster. Aiming the vibroblade towards him swinging at him and catching his breastplate with a screeching noise. Leaving an ugly scar in his armor. Kicking his leg out you fell back landing on the ground with a ‘thud’ and had the air knocked out of you. He kneeled over you and demanded

“Who are you?”

You raised your leg wrapping it around the man’s torso you rolled the both of you over. Now you kneeling over him with your blade held at his throat

“A stormtrooper obviously.”

You could feel the glare of the man through his helmet. You began to get up grabbing him just above the wrist you pulled him up.

“We’ll if you don’t mind, I’m going to get back to repairing my ship so I can get out of this shit hole thanks.”

You could feel his confusion and you turned back again

“Look I’m not trying to hunt you or the ‘other mandalorians’ that I heard about in the market. I just came to this planet to get parts and get back to work fixing ships.”

You began to walk again

“Come to the covert.”

You looked at him quizzically, tilting your helmet a little as you stared.

“I do not really have a choice in the matter do I?”

“No.”

“Well may I at least put my parts in my ship?”

He agreed. You hauled your various parts back to your ship and put them in a storage unit in your ship. You debated ditching him and getting away from this planet but your ship was in no shape to escape with. You ultimately left your ship and followed the large burly man and you rejoiced at the thought of seeing your kind once again.

The two of you navigated the market and past the small village to wherever the ‘covert’ was. You decided to speak up

“Do I get to know your name or must I call you tin can ?”

He glanced down at you

“Din Djarin, but you may call me Din.”

“Alor Din Djarin?”

“You may just call me Din, what clan do you belong to?”

“I am of the Verde clan, though it isn’t much of a family now as I am the last of the Clan Verde.”

He nodded and the rest of the walk remained silent. You came to the top of a dune and saw the encampment below just past a large glittering lake. You saw children playing in their oversized mandalorian helmets. You two began to descend from the dune and towards the camp. Mandalorians began toward you, alor Din began to push through them until there stood a large man clad in Blue beskar.

Oh look another fic and it’s Paz Vizsla! Yay I have most of part two as a draft right now so it should be out soon. If there are a lot of errors let me know it’s a little late and I just wanted to push out something before I went to sleep lmao.

Translations:

alor: leader, boss, basically anyone higher ‘rank’ than oneself.

[lesbii-enne]

I want to love a boy.

Part one.

Oh hey so I was tired and I made this because I like women a lot <3

She sat in the back of the classroom eyeing the clock pleading for it to go faster. Robin couldn’t stand being in the same room as her for even just 50 minutes. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the girl’s eyes flick over to her and back to the board. If anything, Robin thought, she could be a little more secretive when glaring at her. Of course it was the Y/N of Hawkins High.

And why did Robin dislike her so intensely? Well there wasn’t a real reason other than she looked like every other popular girl at this god forsaken school; rude stuck up and painfully fucking pretty. She looked up at the clock and as it would seem the clock wouldn’t move any faster. Great now she had to sit though a boring English class with one person she couldn’t stand, silently begging for lightning to strike her dead. Was it dramatic? Perhaps but when around Y/NL/N, that’s all Robin could be. There was a shadow above Robin’s desk mid her mental monologue, her eyes flicked up and there was Mrs Clarke. A stack of papers in hand she put a paper on Robin’s desk faced down.

Red ink bled through the paper, she knew it was another ‘less than average’ grade. She winced as she flipped the paper over, seeing her grade, a 47 and ‘See me after class.’ Written on the paper. She groaned and waited until the bell had rung, she grabbed her bag and walked up to Mrs Clarke.

“Recently Miss Buckley your grades have gotten worse and worse, is there a reason for this? What can we do to put you back on track?”

Robin felt even more uneasy as she knew what this implied. She was going to be tutored.

“Would you be okay with getting some tutoring, Miss Buckley?”

Bingo, Robin gave a weak ‘okay’ and prepared for Mrs Clarke to send her off to her next class.

“Unfortunately I can’t tutor you at the moment but maybe Y/N L/N could tutor you, I’m sure you’ve met her she sits a few seats from you. She’s a very good student.”

Robin gave a ‘yeah’ and off she was to mope elsewhere. She couldn’t have had anyone else possibly tutor her?

Making her way to Steve’s car, she saw him flirting with some girl she recognized in her chemistry class. She locked eyes with him and fake gagged. She hopped in the car and as Steve started the car driving out of the Parkin lot Robin started her spew,

“I mean can you believe it? Mrs Clarke really had to get me tutoring from the one girl I cannot physically stand!”

Steve rose an eyebrow and replied

“Oh yes how dare sweet Mrs Clarke have one of the prettier girls Hawkins has to offer as a tutor for you. Oh the cruelty.”

Robin scoffed as Steve came to a stop at Her house, grabbing her bag she opened the door and exited the car she mumbled a ‘thank you’ to Steve as she fumbled for her keys and unlocked the door to her house. She immediately went to her room dropped her bag, flopped on her bed and groaned into her pillow. She finally stopped moping and took a Well needed shower and off to bed she was. In the morning she felt like the dead. Dark circles under her eyes showed off how much, or little sleep she had gotten, she heard Steve’s car pull up and she muttered ‘shit’ to herself. Pulling herself together best as she could she was on her way to school with her chauffeur Steve.

“You look like shit, did you sleep?”

Steve said, Robin glared at him as she hastily tried to cover the circles in the flip down mirror. Walking into school felt more tiring than ever, she had to deal with her lack of sleep and on top of that she also had to deal with peppy Y/N L/N. What did she do wrong to deserve such punishment? As she arrived to Mrs Clarke’s class she felt herself pale. Y/N L/N was sitting in the desk right next to hers. She tried not to groan she really did but she was just so irritated today, it slipped out.

Y/N Looked up and realized it was she who Robin had groaned about. She gave an awkward smile, grabbed her bag and moved away from Robin’s desk. Ouch Robin felt bad now.

Ouch that felt awful. Y/N sat further than she usually did, she was embarrassed she didn’t know what she had done to upset Robin that much I mean other than watching her from afar with admiration. She didn’t mean to make Robin miserable, she found herself holding her denim jacket tighter playing with the patches ironed onto it the blue hippo still smiling up at the her as it did the first time she wore it. Lunch came and since it was a Monday she sat in the woods with the resident freak Eddie Munson, it was a bit awkward coming up with excuses for why she couldn’t sit with the other cheerleaders certain days but then again they didn’t really give a shit and neither did she. She and Eddie met in an interesting way, they were both at the Jason Lee Music store. Y/N was shopping for records and Eddie was looking for the newest Metallica cassette they bumped into each other.

“Kiss? Not bad for a preppy cheerleader.”

Shit, she’d been caught. Quick act stupid.

“Huh? The demonic music ‘pshhh’ not for me. It’s for my, my grandmother.”

He arched his brow.

“Oh yeah? And that talking heads vinyl you got there? Oh what about the”

She cut him off, whisper shouting

“Okay yes! They’re mine, now lower your voice. Forgive me for not liking Lesley gore ‘oh mighty one,’ I cannot become more of a social pariah my head would be on a stick.”

He gave a smug grin.

“Your secrets safe with me, and social pariah? That’s a bit dramatic since you’re royalty of Hawkins.”

“Not that I should be telling you this, but the ‘royalty’ of Hawkins don’t exactly like me, not that I really favor them either but that’s not the point. They are looking for a reason to kick me out, ruin my reputation or anything else they have in mind. But the point is; don’t fuck this up for me or I’ll come for you next.”

He just shrugged and laughed.

“I’m Eddie.”

“I know who you are.”

“Oh yeah? Seems to me like”

“Zip it. I was going to compliment your Dungeons and Dragons pin. Now I’m not.”

She turned her nose up and immediately began to laugh.

“Wait you like D&D?”

“Perhaps.”

Since then they had begun to meet up every other day for lunch and sometimes on the weekends she’d join to watch the D&D campaigns

Once the final bell rang she cranked her car up, sat in the drivers seat, pressed her head against the steering wheel and kept smacking her head on the wheel and groaning. Then she heard a knock on her passenger side window. She jolted up and looked over lo and behold there was the girl that she held massive adoration for. She cranked the window down sheepishly.

“Hi.”

“Hi Robin.”

She replied.

“So about Mrs Clarke’s class, the tutoring thing could we start like now?”

She looked at her in confusion.

“Uh sure, why not? Um did you want to come over to my house and study? Did you need a ride?”

“Yeah if that wouldn’t be a problem.”

Robin climbed in the passenger seat and Y/N began to drive refusing to glance at or make small talk to Robin the entire ride. Dark circles becoming more noticeable. When they got to Y/N’s home, she fumbled for the keys and let Robin in. They walked along to her room. Both sitting on the floor they began to study. Robin tried to talk to Y/N, to which Y/N just gave a small smile and looked back to her work. Robin finally had enough.

“What is your deal? You glare at me in class all the time and now that we’re alone you won’t say anything.”

That struck Y/N deep, Robin thought she was glaring?

“I wasn’t glaring, I just thought you were cool.”

She whispered out tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

Robin was taken back. Had she really been judging this poor girl the entire year for looking at her?

“Oh.”

The rest of the session was silent. Y/N drove Robin to her own house.

The next time wasn’t much different. Robin knocking at the car window, silent drive except this time Y/N participated in Robin’s awkward small talk. Y/N made Robin laugh, her stomach felt weird after hearing her laugh.

Then the third time she made the mistake. Robin hopped in the car, they drove talking about bands and work. When they got to Y/N’s they kept talking and hardly got any work done. When it got dark and they were about to clean up and get ready to drop Robin off. Something came over Y/N, she leaned close to Robin and put her lips onto the girl’s. Robin’s eyes went wide, and Y/N realized what she did. She yanked her head back and with a wavering voice she said.

“Please go get in the car.”

Robin obliged and left to get into the car. Y/N tried to compose herself, her hands were shaking and she stifled out a sob. She wiped her eyes and got into the driver’s side of the car. Leaving the driveway neither of them said a word, the drive was silent. Robin got out quickly at her house and Y/N drove back with white knuckles grasping the wheel. When she got to her room she broke down Sobbing, crying, ripping down her favorite posters she couldn’t contain herself. She was so stupid for kissing her. Robin could tell everyone and everything she had worked for would be over. She wrapped a blanket around herself, sitting on the floor she cried muttering to herself.

I might make part two if I ever feel like it. This has been a draft I haven’t worked on since like the summer of 2022 so I probably wont unless something sparks my interest in ST again but I hope you like reading it if anyone still actively reads Robin fics. Bye might go write a Paz vizsla fix next >:0