Then, a few months ago, he randomly dropped into the booth across from you in the seediest cantina on Corellia. He said he needed your help with something big. You’d been so excited to see him, you didn’t even think before accepting the job. You didn’t need to. Not with him.

One job turned into another and before you knew it, you’d taken up a permanent residence on his wildly outdated Turbostorm-class gunship. It was only a matter of time before you ended up beneath him on his much too small cot on his ship. What surprised you was how gentle the hulking Mandalorian was with you. In the dark, large hands caressed your body. A soft mouth with full lips trailed kisses across your skin. Quiet I love yous whispered against the shell of your ear. A sentiment you eagerly returned. It was as if years of fighting next to each other had given way to something so much softer than you could’ve ever anticipated.

Until today.

Everything had gone horribly, horribly wrong when you’d crossed paths with rogue stormtroopers working for an overzealous warlord on Cato Neimoidia. It might’ve been your fault. But you never could resist an opportunity to make fun of a few stormtroopers.

Paz was furious. And, as much as it pained you to admit, understandably so.

When the two of you finally made it back to the safety of his ship, he didn’t even give you a chance to apologize, didn’t so much as strip off a single piece of his armor, before he wrapped a hand around your bicep and drug you to his room.

Which was how you ended up face down with Paz’s full weight pressing you into the cot’s thin bedroll as he fucked you into it. 

“Why can’t you ever keep your fucking mouth shut, cyare?” he asked darkly though gritted teeth. His hand pressed against your cheek, fingers slipping into your mouth as he held your face down against the coarse fabric. You couldn’t answer him if you wanted to. Not even to apologize. Although you supposed that was probably the point. “And you never–” His thighs smacked loudly against yours as he drove into you. “Never fucking listen to me.”

You whimpered around his fingers, drool pooling on the cot beneath you, and you clenched around him. The heady mix of pain and pleasure clouded your mind, consumed your body.

“Do you like it when I hurt you?” he asked. You could hear the cockiness lacing his voice even though the modulator. He already knew the answer. Another hard thrust of his hips had you moaning a pathetic, broken yes. “You should have told me sooner. I wouldn’t have held back this whole time.” 

Your lust-addled brain produced a single, desperate thought:

He was holding back? 

A gloved hand smacked your ass. Hard. You swore you could already feel the bruise blooming on your skin when his hand came down on you once, twice more, each one earning a sharp yelp even as you arched towards him, your body practically begging for more.

“You’re going to feel this in the morning, cyare,” he rasped lowly.

“One of these days Vizsla,” you panted through ragged breaths, “it’s going to be me on top.”

  After making sure their camp's fire pit was set and stew was bubbling, Eris sat down to pick a humble burdock flower from the ground, and her thoughts, unsurprisingly, turned towards certain prickly companion, who was currently busy with Aveline hauling bandit corpses over the nearest cliff so that they could have a moderately comfortable spot to camp for the night.      Lately Eris had come to the conclusion that she loved that underfed elf. Desperately so. She wondered how that had come to be.      It wasn’t for his looks, even though she found him dashing; the cruel markings were not enough to dim his effortless beauty. It wasn't even the voice, smooth enough to melt the stone she was currently perched on. It was the honesty, Eris concluded.      For all the spiky armour and aloof manners, Fenris was like an open book to anyone who cared enough to learn about him more. And Eris never passed a book without at least peeking in.      She liked what she saw. Under the rough leather cover, there was an unconquerable will, a burning fire of hope and a lonely soul desperate for meaningful connection.       Eris tenderly brushed her fingers over the tiny flower's fluffy crown. Then Fenris settled down beside her.    

    "Does studying weeds bring you closer to solving the secrets of our Universe?" he asked with a chuckle.     

    "No, you git!" she said, and hit him right in the ribs with a well-aimed elbow. He winced and rubbed his side, but nevertheless kept smiling. Taking the burdock flower from Eris' hand, he studied it intently.    

     "I was actually thinking it reminded me of you," she continued tentatively.     

     "Clingy and useless?" he said with a frown.  

   Eris measured him with a glare. "Beautiful and resilient, actually.” She was rewarded with an adorable blush spreading over his freckled cheeks.   Fenris turned away for a moment, and that moment was enough for her to regret her words. She started panicking and thinking of at least four different ways to turn the conversation into a joke before flinging herself off the nearest cliff, just to be sure she never embarrassed herself like this again.   And then his brilliant green eyes were back with that intense look that was unique to him.       

    "There isn't a flower in this world that could be compared to your exceptional beauty, Hawke."      

     “I...ummmm...oh, wow".