#axepaz

[wixiany]

Riduurok of Convenience

Summary:

Paz froze, not sure if he had heard right.

Axe turned to him, a wry grin on his face. "What? I'm already raising your son, might as well say the riduurok now."

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or Paz survived and Axe finds him, but his helmet had been long removed. Axe offers a simple solution.

[martianbugsbunny]

Couples who insult Din Djarin together stay together

[aceisferal]

I haven’t gotten much work done on the flower farm/earth au yet but I have this snippet of Paz and Axe (and Ragnar) in the future so

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As he scrubs a pan, focusing on a patch of burnt on pasta, Paz looks out the window. There’s a group of children running through one of the wildflower fields off in the distance, playing a game of hide and go seek tag that’s more running and tagging than seeking and hiding. A little closer, Apollo is pulling a cat out of a tree and handing it to his youngest, Crow, if Paz remembers right. Most importantly, and practically just outside the windows, Axe and Ragnar are pulling weeds from the garden.

Or, they were a minute ago, before Axe started spraying Ragnar with the water hose. Then Ragnar threw a handful of dirt at him, which lead to Axe throwing a handful of dirt back. This all very quickly became a full mud fight. Paz gently slips the pan back into the sink, takes off the dishwashing gloves he was wearing, and opens the window, preparing to scold the both of them.

Instead though, he’s met with the loud and genuine sound of laughter— both the distant giggles of the children in the field, but also the loud laughter of Axe and Ragnar, and he just can’t bring himself to tell them to stop. They’re already muddy and dirty, though, so he’ll have to keep an eye on them to make sure they don’t try and come inside and trek mud through the place. Shame, it seems like Paz will have to keep the window open.

[yardikins]

Witnessing the birth of a ship is beautiful but it also sucks cause there’s no content for a while

[snorkin-sporks]

Update on the axepaz fic: I'm a procrastination machine, I'm seven months and 3.5 chapters in, and oh boy. It has been a journey and I'm nowhere near done. It will eventually (hopefully) be posted on ao3, and I'll link when the time comes. Meanwhile I need to get my shit together!

Yes I am shamelessly projecting my chronic illness on Axe but so what. Judge me ig :(

[sw4ns0ngs]

Can’t beat Paz’s gay urge to fight other dudes

[sw4ns0ngs]

[martianbugsbunny]

I roll with DinPaz (also BobaDin and DinCobb btw), but AxePaz has really got me in a chokehold and I’m v angy because a lil warning light was going off in my head the entire episode when the camera was on Paz so much for no apparent reason, and yet I still glued together some logs and sailed away on my new AxePaz raft like a fool

[sw4ns0ngs]

Hear me out: Axe x Paz x Din

[aceisferal]

Been meaning to get back into writing recently, been thinking about writing my first actual fanfic. The Paz x Axe brainworms have taken over— been thinking about a civilian/earth au of some sort, but I can’t figure out what their jobs would be.

There’s always flower shop au. Maybe the Children of the Watch (tribe?? Convert?? I’ve seen people call the Armourer’s group of Mando’s a lot of things and I think it’s confused me) run a flower shop and farm, and Axe is the whole “I need a bouquet that says ‘fuck you’” trope?? Would the like, 4 people that ship Paxe read that?

[aceisferal]

Okay back on my shit and expanding on my Paxe civilian flower shop au lore so far that’s really just self indulgent on whatever I want to write with actual reasonings just kind of… came up with 😭😭

The tribe runs a flower farm (and by extension, florist business).

Bo-Katan is the CEO of some company idk what it does yet. It’s called like Kryze Industrial or something

While the Armourer runs the farm, and Din is in charge of deliveries and such to the nearby city, Paz is typically in charge of running the storefront and such.

Axe and Koska are Bo-Katan’s right hand’s. I got the feeling her and Axe have known each other for awhile, and without the whole Manda’lor and Darksaber thing I feel like they trust each other and are good friends.

There’s some big ceremony coming up with Kryze Industries, so Bo-Katan has Axe picking up a whole bunch of things for it. This includes several flower orders, which are coming from the Tribe (I haven’t thought of a name for their farm. Beskar Blooms pops to mind first (´∀｀) have some faith in me in the meantime). This is obviously when Axe and Paz first meet. I still want their little rivalry, even though it won’t be slow burn because I don’t have the energy to write slow burn, so it’s like… hate at first sight. Arch nemesis (who you’ve got a little crush on) at first sight.

Only there’s no like, beef between the Nite Owls and Tribe in this au most of them get along well enough just Axe and Paz keeping picking fights for no reason.

[martianbugsbunny]

Oh don’t mind me I’m just living in my delusional little world where Axe Woves comes swooping out of the sky like some avenging angel and saves Paz

[martianbugsbunny]

We Are Mandalorians: Our Love Must Be Forged (An AxePaz Fic)—Chapter 1

Hello, sweeties! This is a rivals-to-lovers fix-it AxePaz fic (the fix-it is for Paz’s death and the rivals-to-lovers takes a lot of bickering and homoerotic sparring, and some softer moments too). I guess it’s probably obvious, but Axe is going to be the one who saves Paz eventually. They’re gonna spelunk on Mandalore together, they’re gonna fight, they’re gonna have a great time—and so are you! Enjoy!

Axe had kept his eye on the larger, taciturn Mandalorian of the Watch since they left Nevarro’s orbit. He was a Vizsla—and they were a dangerous clan. A Vizsla in ancient times had been the one to forge the Darksaber, the symbol of the Manda’lor, and although the blade had changed hands many times throughout history, Vizslas always seemed to end up fighting to win it back.

Now, as he watched, Paz Vizsla knelt down in front of a child, probably no more than eight or nine, and laid a large hand on his shoulder. “You must stay here, Ragnar,” he said. Axe studied the child’s helmet; the colors were the same as those on Paz’s. This must be his child, Axe realized with jolt. He hadn’t pictured Paz as a family man—but he was quite gentle with his son, despite how little room for argument his tone left, and Axe knew instantly Paz had fulfilled the great calling of a Mandalorian in being a worthy parent. “Behave yourself,” Paz continued. “Don’t touch the weapons that aren’t for training, and don’t start fights with the younger children.”

Ragnar nodded, and Paz leaned the forehead of his helmet against his son’s. “I will return soon,” Paz said.

He stood and squeezed his son’s shoulder, then turned towards the rest of the landing party. Many of them, Axe had seen give their goodbyes already; some had none to give. There were only a few who had not yet arrived.

“What are you looking at?” Paz asked brusquely. Axe stared at him. “It’s rude to eavesdrop, Nite Owl.”

Axe felt anger rear up within him. He never gave much effort to restraining himself; it seemed a waste of energy. He knew he could win almost any fight, and what’s more, most of the people he spent time with on a daily basis knew it, too.

Paz didn’t back down when Axe stepped up, toe-to-toe, each with a hand threateningly close to his blaster. “You were speaking in plain sight,” Axe said. There was an edge buried deep in his tone that was sharper than the edge of the vibroblade holstered on his arm, which most failed to detect. Paz, however, seemed to hear every dark thing the inflection promised, and cracked his neck to one side.

“Alright, Mandalorians, it’s time to move out!”

Bo-Katan Kryze’s voice broke through the ranks of the gathered Mandalorians. Axe could almost see it coming between him and Paz, an invisible wall preventing any bloodshed on the deck of the ship.

Paz stared at him for a few moments. Axe didn’t like that he could never see what the Children of the Watch were thinking; he preferred an opponent whose eyes he could read. “Watch your step, Nite Owl,” Paz said, before turning to follow the others to the bay where their landing ship was waiting.

As Axe purposefully lengthened his stride to walk in front of Paz, he felt his anger making room for something else, something that had been born in him the moment he saw Paz with his son...though it was fed by much less tender things.

He had enjoyed stepping up to the cobra’s dance of a proper standoff. He loved the adrenaline that shot through him when Paz had refused to give, the sickeningly thrilling anticipation at the idea of actually dueling him.

He shoved that back down as he buckled himself into the seat, but he also pushed his anger away. He needed his head clear for the recon mission.

Then Paz walked into the ship and sat down right next to him, and suddenly keeping emotion to a minimum seemed a much more daunting task.

[aceisferal]

Ay gang I MIGHT have forgotten completely about the Beskar Blooms fic… erm I’ll be getting back to that soon my apologies

[martianbugsbunny]

We Are Mandalorians: Our Love Must Be Forged (An AxePaz Fic)—Chapter 6

Alrighty-roo it’s the moment of truth! I am in Chicago, sans computer, at the moment, therefore if you’re seeing this post on Friday as usual I’ve successfully learned a new feature and scheduled Chapter 6! Yay! This one’s kind of short but also a bit cute, even there is impending mortal peril, so read on and enjoy!

Axe glanced over his shoulder. He wanted to rest; his legs ached and his eyes felt strained and his side hurt in a way he was sure meant his kidneys were rebelling against his lack of hydration. Paz drank from his canteen every now and then, but Axe refused to let down his guard long enough to even take a sip, although they had been walking for…hours upon hours? Days, even? Time had turned to ash and Axe was only focused on one thing:

There was someone following them.

“They spotted me when I rescued you,” he said under his breath. Paz turned his head almost imperceptibly to the left.

“I know.”

The people following them weren’t Mandalorians. If they were, they wouldn’t be stalking behind Axe and Paz silently, waiting for an opportune time to strike. They also weren’t some kind of beast; the faint sounds of footsteps were definitely humanoid.

No, they were Imperials. It was only a matter of time before they pounced.

“Paz, are you in decent enough shape to fight?” Axe asked. He didn’t need to see through Paz’s helmet to know what kind of disbelieving stare Paz was giving him. “Alright, I just thought I’d be polite.”

“First time for everything,” Paz muttered.

“Yeah, well, it’s never happening again.” Axe shook his head, fighting the urge to grin despite the paranoia and the overextension of his body. He handed Paz one of his blasters. “I expect to get this back when you’re done with it.”

Paz hefted the weapon. “It’s too light for a strapping warrior like me,” he decided. “Don’t worry, I won’t want to keep this.”

It was almost hard to keep his focus on the mortal danger when Paz teased him like that. Axe made up his mind that if he and Paz both got out of the stupid caves alive, he was going to chase Paz down every day of his life until he annoyed that man into feeling that same stabbing warmth that Axe felt for him.

Then a rock skittered across the ground behind them, kicked by a careless Imperial boot, and Paz grabbed Axe’s wrist. Axe glanced down at their hands, and studying the way Paz’s fingers curled around the place where his pulse was felt (if beneath layers of fabric and metal) he realized he wouldn’t have to chase Paz down.

He squeezed back, clutching Paz’s hand for the shortest of moments. “Are you ready?” he asked. He had been wearing his own helmet since he first realized they were being followed—there was nothing to do but charge in and hope they survived.

Paz rolled his shoulders; his movements were still stiff, but still he straightened his back and nodded. “Let’s do it.”