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sprout-fics · 9 months

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Okay wait I need to know. What would Din Djarin/Paz Vizsla/Boba Fett’s reactions to riduur in lingerie be 👀

A Mandalorian being soft and horny for their S/O in lingerie is something that can be so personal

Boba Fett

Green

It's fucking green, of course

Strappy too, little bands criss-crossing over your curves, hugging your hips, your tits, your thighs

You call to him from your bathroom together in the palace, the one attached to his suite, pausing coquettishly in the doorway as he looks up and stares

He doesn't speak, not at first, but he does blink a few times as a pleased, knowing smile spreads over his lips

"Come closer, little one." He beckons, putting aside the armor he had been tending to, spreading his thighs and inviting you to stand between them

You pace over, feigning shyness, swaying your hips in a canting little walk that has him chuckle before you pause between his legs

His hands cup your ass, and you stand on your toes a little with a gasp, smirking knowingly down at him, hands resting on his shoulders

"and where did you get the funds for this, hmm?" He asks, and snaps one of the bands against your flesh, making you stifle a grinning little yelp

"I...may have borrowed some cash from your account." You tell him cheekily, and Boba raises an eyebrow up at you, his pleased eyes betraying him as he attempts to glower in disapproval

"So it belongs to me, then." He muses, and you do gasp this time when his hands squeeze on your ass, imprinting his fingers there.

"So I shall be the one taking it off."

You don't have time to protest, because he secures his arms around you, topples with you back against silk sheets

Paz Vizsla

He's dumbfounded

You can tell, even with his helmet on. The way Paz freezes when he sees you without your armor, dressed in floaty, gauzy teal underwear tells you everything to know about the expression on his face

It's quickly pushed aside, however, as he stands, uses three long strides to cross the room to where you stand. Your warrior stalks towards you like you perhaps might duck under his grasp, might try and flee

You don't, of course. There's no way you would. Your Paz is safety, warmth, shelter, a bastion of protection that you lay your affections into ceaselessly.

His hands outstretch to you, take the silky, draped fabric between his gloved fingers and holds it aloft as if to examine it. Entirely foreign, unexpected for a man of his resolve and brutal efficiency. Yet endearingly gentle with you as he asks:

"All this...for me?"

You beam up at him, hearing the touch of tenderness, of want in his voice, shifting on your feet so you splay your bare hand flat against his chest plate

"Just for you, Riduur." You purr, balancing on your toes as you stretch up to bestow a chaste little kiss on his Ka'rta, the iron heart where his soul lays.

When he growls, the sound is warm but possessive, shivering through your exposed skin as his hand drops, curls suggestively against the roundness of your hip.

"I think I like you better out of armor" He rumbles, and your eyes dance as you stare up through his visor.

"I think I like you that way too"

The hand at your hip flexes, drags you closer to him so you're pressed flush against his form

"The come and take it off, Riduur."

Din Djarin

It hadn't been the color you originally hoped for, but the options in the Nevarro market had been sparse, so you had to make do

You frown in front of the mirror, fingering the white, delicate, lacy material of the chemise. It's too girlish, you think. Too...virginal. Maybe he'll think it looks silly

You yelp when he knocks on the door of the bathroom behind you, surprise ringing out before you can stop it. Worry instantly colors his voice when he calls out for you, and in your rush to reassure him you knock over a clatter of items from the sink

He opens the door before you an stop him, as you lean back and look up at him nervously

Din freezes, halfway inside, one hand still on the door control.

"What-" He tries, voice tight, strained. "What are you wearing?"

He doesn't like it, you think, and your chin falls to your chest

"I thought...I'd surprise you." You tell him lamely, and for a moment he doesn't move, doesn't breathe.

He moves forward at last, crowds you back into the sink, wedges a beskar clad thigh between yours, lifts your chin to his stare

"You look...really nice." Din manages at last, and for some reason your fearsome bounty hunter sounds shy.

"Really?" You mumble, and Din gives you a tight, quick nod as he swallows.

"Can you take it off?" He asks then. "I want to see you."

You shiver at that, at the clear indication in his voice, but retain enough wherewithal to pout at him.

"I literally just got it on." You whine, and something changes in Din's gaze at that, a subtle shift of his head so the lights of the room don't dance across his visor, darkening his stare. His body shifts, presses closer to you, cold radiating from his armor as his voice dips low in your ear.

"Take it off. Or I will."

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proxima-writes · 1 year

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title: at his side (in his bed)

pairing: mand’alor!din djarin x female reader x paz vizsla

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 2586

chapters: 1/1

summary:

They call you the whore of Mandalore.

Nothing more than the woman at side of the ruler of New Mandalore, Din Djarin, a pretty little prize that he likes to share with with his General Commander, Paz Vizsla.

Mandalorians have always been good at keeping their secrets.

AO3

author’s note: this is just filthy. if you enjoy, please consider leaving a comment as they really make my day 💕

content warnings/additional tags: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), explicit language, writer considers din his first name, alternate universe - Mand’alor din djarin, use of Mando’a, threesome (MFM), degradation kink, pet names (sweet AND derogatory), explicit breeding kink, spitroasting, unprotected p in v, oral sex (m&f receiving), come play, semi-public sex, dom/sub undertones, bratty reader, fingering, no plot just smut. let me know if any are missing!

Your mind has drifted as the political proceedings occurring around you continue to drone on with no end in sight. You’re not even sure why you’ve been brought here. It’s not like you’re being paid any attention.

As if conjured by your thoughts, a gloved hand grips your thigh beneath the heavy stone table. Fingers curl into the gauzy fabric of your gown. You have to bite your lip to prevent your face from giving any sort of indication that something salacious is occurring beneath the keen gazes of the gathered leaders.

“We will not agree to those terms. The mines are plentiful. We have no use for the imports offered by Dulvarra,” the deep modulated voice of the man beside you comments easily.

Din Djarin. Mand’alor. The ruler of New Mandalore.

You peek at him from the corner of your eye. He sits reclined in the high back stone chair, an elbow propped on the armrest. His visor remains trained on the Nemoidian representative while his hand creeps further up your thigh.

His fingers brush against your center, causing you to inhale sharply. This is one of the Mand’alor’s favorite games. He enjoys watching you squirm, trying to keep your thoughts straight and your whimpers caged as he works you beneath a table or in a crowded room. His helmet picks up your quiet sounds, amplifies them for his ears alone, and he revels in the opportunity to make you fall apart at the seams.

He lifts your leg, placing it across his knee, the cold bite of beskar against your skin forcing you to stifle a gasp. The gowns he has you wear are sheer, the bodice adorned with the crystals mined from the planet that was once thought uninhabitable in its destruction. They gleam around your neck and waist, pulling the layers of delicate fabric together to cover your body only just enough to not be obscene.

His hand explores beneath the fabric that covers your core, a gloved finger running through your slick folds. You swallow harshly, slumping against your seat, curling your fingers into the stone armrest. He circles your clit once, twice, before dipping lower and pressing to your soaked entrance. All the while, he appears stoic and unbothered, aided by his anonymity and power.

The Nemoidian’s eyes flick to you. It’s brief, and for a moment you think it goes unnoticed.

You should have known better.

Din’s hand leaves you to grasp the hilt of the Darksaber from his utility belt. A broad body shifts into a defensive stance near the door.

Paz Vizsla. Al’verde. General Commander of New Mandalore.

You wrap your hand around Din’s vambrace. His visor turns to regard you. You try to convey with your eyes what you are not permitted to with words.

The room is silent during the exchange, but bursts with noise when the Mand’alor turns his head to Paz and gives him a curt nod.

The whore of Mandalore, the voices murmur.

You have learned to ignore them. The speculation circulates around the mysterious leader of the once forgotten planet rather than it does you, a human he rescued from a slave trade ship. A pretty prize for the new ruler.

Nothing more.

Paz approaches the table, standing at rest behind your seat. He holds a hand out to you.

With a lingering glance at the Mand’alor, you take the General’s offered hand, leather warm against your skin. He holds an elbow to you for you to grasp as he leads you from the table, the weight of a dozen curious eyes on your back.

The man at your side is silent, muscles tense for a fight that will never come here in the empty halls of the new palace of Mandalore.

“How are you this evening, General?” You ask, fingers curling against the canvas of his flight suit.

“Well enough,” he grunts. He has always been a man of few words, your Paz.

“You know, I’m not sure I need an escort just to return to my quarters,” you comment.

Paz turns his head, the dark visor of his helmet free of expression as he says, “Do not play dumb. It is unbecoming.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“I am not in the mood,” Paz growls. You smirk.

“A shame,” you murmur, letting go of his elbow to walk ahead of him, adding an extra sway to your hips.

He catches up to you in a few steps, his arm circling your waist as he pulls you back against his broad body, his grip on you as solid as the beskar pressing against your exposed skin.

“Do not test me, veriduur,” he says. Whore. “Do you need to be reminded of your place?”

“My place,” you hiss, “is beneath the Mand’alor. Perhaps you should be reminded of yours, t’adyc.” Second. A reminder and a threat.

Paz turns you roughly and crouches, the press of his pauldron into your stomach the only warning you receive he lifts you in the air. You struggle against him, an exercise in futility, as he carries you down the hall, the echo of his steps and the smack of your palms on his armor the only noise to be heard.

The doors to your quarters open with a whoosh of air and Paz enters, taking immediate course for the large bed in the center of the room. The breath leaves your lungs as he tosses you onto the mattress, immediately tugging you by your ankle until your legs hang off the side of the bed, his wide hips keeping them pressed apart.

“Not so mouthy on your back,” he comments as he removes his utility belt and codpiece. “I suppose that’s why the Mand’alor likes you so much.”

“He seems to like my mouth just fine,” you reply with a raised brow. “I could show you, Al’verde.”

He works his flight plants over his hips. Though the helmet shields his face, you can imagine the fury twisting the man’s features. You’ve not seen him, not with your eyes, but you are intimately familiar with the feel of his lips between your legs, the drag of his stubbled chin across your skin.

His cock slaps against his thick middle when finally freed. “I would rather teach your cunt a lesson,” he growls, fisting his thick girth.

“Not one it hasn’t learned before, I’m afraid,” you reply, a deep sigh escaping your lips. Paz removes his gloves, scarred and calloused hands immediately ripping at the fabric of your dress to expose your body to him.

“Kriffing brat,” he snaps, slipping his fingers against your wetness, probing at your aching entrance. “Does my vod always let you get your way?”

Your back arches as his fingers slip into your tight heat and you fight to keep your sounds contained, wanting to drive Paz to fury with your insubordination. His fingers drag against your walls as he withdraws and lands a harsh smack against your clit that has you crying out.

“I asked you a question, atin dala.” Stubborn woman. The lilt of his voice is pleased now that he’s broken a sound from you.

“Of course he does,” you tell him, voice breathy. “His little prize. He’d do anything to keep me happy.”

He slides his cock through the obscene wetness coating you, his modulated groan like music to your ears. The fat tip of him pressing to your entrance, forcing your body to accommodate his size with a harsh thrust into your heat.

“Paz!” You shout, back arching from the bed as your fingers seek for desperate purchase against the smooth metal of the armor over his shoulders. He’s kind enough to hold still and let you adjust.

“That’s it, sweet little whore. You scream my name,” he growls as he withdraws slowly, thrusting back inside just as slow. “Who’s fucking your pretty little cunt?”

“Y-you, P-Paz,” you stutter. Your breasts bounce with the power of his hips, the fabric that once covered your nipples loosening and falling free in his ferocity.

“Does the Mand’alor fuck you like this? Hmm?” He asks. He uses a hand to grip the back of one thigh, pressing your legs so wide it almost hurts. “Tell me, does he fuck you better than me?”

To compare the two men would be unfair, the comparison of a sun versus a dark moon. Paz is harsh, hateful words laced with lust spilling from his lips when he’s buried to the hilt inside of you.

Din, despite his hard edges, is soft with you. Gentle touches and sweet words murmured against your skin.

Where Paz can break you apart, Din can put you back together. You crave both in equal measure.

“It is not a competition, vod,” a familiar deep voice says. You turn your head, the familiar figure of the Mand’alor emerging from the shadows. How long has he been there?

“Says you,” Paz grunts. “Words of a loser, isn’t that right?”

Din only chuckles.

You whimper when you hear the clink of armor being removed. Paz gives a particularly hard thrust that has you crying out and you hear the large man chuckle.

Din smooths a thumb across your lips. “Open for me, cyar’ika.” Sweetheart. The endearment makes your heart pound and brain go fuzzy as you obey. “So good for me. For us.”

“Speak for yourself, vod. She’s been nothing but a brat,” Paz says. “Guess she just needed something to keep that mouth occupied.”

The tip of Din’s cock slides against your tongue, the salty taste of him exploding across your taste buds. You moan as he slips deeper.

“Go dark,” Din commands roughly. Paz groans.

“No,” he replies, hips picking up speed, chasing his release.

“It was a command, Al’verde,” Din snaps.

Paz grumbles, his hips going still as you whine around Din’s cock. “You may blame your riduur for having to wait for your release.”

Riduur. Your husband.

It was known by very few that the whore at the Mand’alor’s side was actually his wife. Din keeps the knowledge close to his chest, knowing what an adversary may do with the information and never wanting harm to befall you on his behalf.

“Gone dark,” Paz confirms. He slides his cock nearly free from your body before slamming back inside with such force it shifts you up the bed.

“Di’kut.” Idiot. Din withdraws his cock from your mouth before removing his helmet. His eyes remain fixed on you as he stands from the bed to remove the remaining pieces of his armor.

“Make her cum,” Din says as he returns to your side, gripping a breast in one hand as he leans forward to wrap his lips around one tight nipple, flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue.

“That another command, Mand’alor?” Paz grunts. He maneuvers your body better to his liking, pressing your thighs together and draping your legs against his shoulder.

“Yes,” Din replies. His hand slides down your stomach to swirl his fingers around your clit. You shout, throwing your head back against the mattress in a drawn out moan of both men’s names.

“That’s it, cyare,” Din says. “Be good and let go. Paz won’t fill you up otherwise.”

That thread of control you still had snaps and your release washes through you, your muscles going taut as you clench around Paz. The man growls, a feral sound that makes you pulse and flutter around his length as his own warm release floods your body.

“Very good, mesh’la, get every drop from him,” Din murmurs. You whimper as he stretches to plant a kiss to your lips. His strong nose brushes yours tenderly when he pulls back.

Paz withdraws. You feel the warmth of his body leave yours, the slow trickle of his cum from your entrance making you blush. Din’s fingers slide through the mess, gathering it up and pushing it back in as you gasp.

“Return to your post, Al’verde. Our guests have left,” Din says to Paz, eyes never leaving yours. His fingers continue to work your over sensitive cunt as you whimper and writhe against him.

Paz rights himself in his armor before turning to leave. You hear the telltale clang of metal hitting a wall, followed by a litany of curses from the large man. Helm still dark, he’s collided with a wall.

“Kriffing wall,” he says, giving the offending architecture a curse before locating the door and exiting.

Din moves himself between your legs, the warmth of his hands trailing up your thighs leaving goosebumps across your skin. He grins down at you, boyish in the vulnerability he displays for you.

“You never did answer Paz,” he says casually, even as he settles on his stomach and trails his lips across your inner thigh. “Does he fuck you better than me?”

“No, my love,” you whine as his tongue swirls around your clit. He chuckles darkly.

“That’s what I thought.”

He eats your pussy like a starving man, more enthusiasm than finesse in his eagerness to please you. Because while he may be Mand’alor by battle and blood, you are the one he bows to in this life and the next.

Your hips move against his mouth, your fingers tangling in his thick dark hair. He works his tongue against you until you’re a whining mess, begging for his cock as he just shushes you for your impatience.

Finally, he sits up. His chin is glossy with your juices and his eyes are glassy with lust as he grips your hips and turns you on your belly, yanking your ass in the air.

He doesn’t waste time sliding inside of you, the length of him stretching you in a different way than Paz’s own thick cock did not. You gasp, fingers tightening in the sheets as he pounds against your backside.

“My riduur,” he says reverently. “Ner kar’ta.”

My heart.

“Din,” you moan. “Gedet’ye.” Please.

He groans, fingers curling into your hips in a manner sure to leave the shadows of bruises by morning. His thrusts grow more powerful, hitting a spot inside you that has another orgasm building so quickly your head goes fuzzy with the rush.

“I’m going to fill you to the brim,” he grunts. “Leave no room for failure in making you round with our child. Our future.”

Your cry is muffled against the sheets as you pulse around him with your release, so powerful that you collapse to the bed, only his broad hands on your hips keeping up for his use.

He presses deep inside you, coming with a shout of your name in the dark of the room. His cock pulses inside you, another wave of warm release filling you as you whimper his name.

Din removes himself briefly in order to help you lay on your side before settling in behind you, slipping his softening cock back inside your pussy.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” Din says as he presses his lips to your shoulder.

“I love you,” you repeat to him.

You’re both quiet for a moment. You trace patterns against the tan skin of the arm that he has around your middle.

“Din?” You ask.

“Yes, cyare?”

“What if the baby is Paz’s?” You ask. It’s a valid concern. Din likes sharing and you like to be shared.

“My only concern is how insufferable my vod will be,” he says.

You giggle, the tension easing from your shoulders.

“Rest now, riduur. There is more to be done tomorrow.”

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gabrielislovegabrielislife · 1 year

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Saving Ragnar

Paz Vizsla x reader

Mandalorian S3 E4 SPOILERS!

no beta read, we die like the younglings

1566 words, angst with a happy ending, no y/n

Literally just self-indulgence.

“Mom, are you sure I’m ready to start sparring with the others?”

“Of course you are sweetheart. Why wouldn’t you be?” I respond, brushing some dust off of his brand-new helmet.

“Well… I’m… I haven’t been with the covert as long as the other kids. What if I haven’t trained enough. What if I embarrass you and dad. What if–” I hold up a hand to stop him and pull him into a hug.

“Ragnar, you could never embarrass us. We love you very much and know you have trained more than enough. But failing in a sparring match will teach you things that you will not learn otherwise.” I take his hands and crouch so we are eye to eye, well… visor to visor, “remember what we have taught you and trust yourself.”

“I’ll try.” he sighs. I shake my head.

“Don’t try. Do.” I say softly.

“She’s right.” I hear from the entryway of our little home alcove. I see my husband leaning against the wall. He walks towards us and crouches next to me, putting a hand on Ragnar’s shoulder, “We are so proud of you, and no matter what happens today, we know you will learn from today.”

Ragnar takes a deep breath and nods.

“Come, the others have already begun training,” Paz says, standing up and patting our son on the shoulder. This seems to get the young boy excited, he practically runs out of the alcove.

“He will be fine cyare,” Paz says, putting an arm around my shoulders.

“I know that, but does he?” I sigh.

“Let’s go find out.”

….

A few minutes later, Ragnar has begun his first-ever sparring match.

It begins quite mildly, with a little bit of a scuffle as both children try to gain the upper hand, but Ragnar comes out on top, throwing his opponent in the sand.

Once declared the winner, he looks over to us, watching from a distance. I clang my vambraces together in excitement. He nods and brings his focus back to the judge. It is then that I notice Din’s little one standing across from Ragnar as if to challenge.

“Is he putting his baby into a match?” Paz asks no one in particular.

“He knows his child best,” I respond, continuing to watch as Din convinces the judge it will be ok.

Ragnar chooses to fight with darts to which Paz remarks, “good choice.”

While waiting for the training darts, Ragnar begins speaking to Din, asking why the child does not wear a helmet, then saying he is too young to fight. Din reminds him of part of the Creed, sounding a little bit passive-aggressive, but whatever, that's just Din.

I sigh when Ragnar speaks, “Well, I know.”

“Well, we know what he will learn today then,” Paz states, a smile in his voice at his son’s sass.

After a moment of Din teaching Grogu how to fire the darts, the match begins.

The first two points go to Ragnar, quite easily, seeing as Grogu looked like he did not know what to do.

After another brief talk from Djarin, the next round begins.

Ragnar fires his dart the same as before, but this time, the small child jumps out of the way and completely over him, then back to his original position, firing all three darts and winning the challenge.

Ragnar looks around, confused, before looking back at us. I nod to him as Paz says, “One doesn’t speak unless one knows.”

Ragnar visibly sighs before walking toward an empty part of the beach to calm down.

“A valuable lesson has been learned today,” the Armorer speaks up, “go make sure he remembers it.”

We both nod and begin walking toward our son, but the flying beast comes flying over the mountain.

My heart stops, this creature has been picking us off for weeks, and it is flying directly toward the easiest target.

My son.

I'm not even sure I'm breathing as I take to the sky, willing my jetpack to go faster and faster, but it is still not enough. The beast is getting further and further ahead, Ragnar still flailing in its talons.

My pack begins to run out of fuel and I feel tears streaming under my helmet. I whisper, “please…no.”

I am forced to land, Paz and Din not far behind.

Even though I can't fly, I can still run, so I do. I don't even think as I hurdle over rocks and bushes, ignoring the burning in my legs and lungs.

I don’t notice my husband and friend running behind me to stop me until they each grab one of my arms.

“No! We have to get him! I can’t lose him!” I scream, fighting to get out of their hold.

“We can’t get him like this, we need to regroup. Look,” Din points, “Bo-katan is following the beast to its nest. When she comes back we will know exactly where it is.” he reasons.

I take a deep breath, following the ship with my eyes.

….

When Bo-katan vets back to the covert she immediately proposes a plan to save the boy.

We leave the covert within the hour and land where we have to start walking.

The sun is setting by the time we reach the peak holding the nest.

We make camp for the night. I help prepare the food, thankful for something to keep my mind off of my son, who will have to spend the night alone and scared in the lair of the beast.

Din explains how meals work in groups like this as the food is distributed.

Bo stands up to find somewhere to eat, but Paz stops her. “You are the leader of the war party. You have the honor of staying by the fire. This is the Way.” he says, taking my hand so we can find a place to eat together.

We eat in silence, having nothing to say in this solemn environment.

Fifteen minutes later, our helmets are back on, and we are back with the group, settling down for the night.

Sleeping on the ground next to my husband is not an unfamiliar experience, but it seems wrong to sleep when my child is not safe at home, surrounded by his family. I stay silent I feel tears reach my eyes.

Paz seems to sense my distress in his sleep as he pulls me closer to him, mumbling nonsense as he dreams.

Eventually, my tears fade and the feelings of fear and sadness in my heart are replaced with resolve, we will get our son back.

I don't know when or how I fell asleep but I am woken by my husband, who is gently shaking my shoulder.

The second I remember where we are and why, I’m up.

We have a short breakfast before re-stating the plan and beginning the climb up the peak.

Reaching the bundle of branches and sticks, I notice the eerie silence within the nest. Once we reach the edge of the nest, Din scans the area, pointing out heat signatures from the left.

Paz takes off immediately, against everyone’s protests, “He’s my son!” he says running in the direction Din pointed, shouting for our son.

He is knocked over by three baby beasts screeching and snapping at him, hungry for food. The mother comes flying up to the nest, alerted by the babies’ noise.

Paz covers himself with parts of the nest, trying to hide from the bird.

The bird begins regurgitating something for the young ones, and I almost lose my grip on the edge of the nest when I see that something is my son.

“Help me!” he calls out when he sees us.

I let out a breath of relief as Paz exclaims “He's alive!”

Paz activates his jetpack, flying toward the creature’s face to get it to drop Ragnar. The beast holds Paz in its mouth and Ragnar in its talons as it takes off, the war party not far behind.

Bo-katan is the first to attempt to grab Ragnar, getting smacked down by a wing in the process.

I am the next one to approach, grabbing Ragnar’s hand and pulling. He didn't budge.

I latch onto the creature’s ankle, pulling out my blade to get it to loosen its grip.

I didn't account for getting scratched off the leg by the other foot, earning deep gashes on my elbow and side.

I cry out as I fall, spinning out of control until I steady myself with my pack, landing on the side of a peak.

Paz is then released from the beast’s jaws as Bo-katan stabs its face. He lands right next to me, groaning in pain.

“Are you alright?” I breathe.

“Yes, you?”

“I’ll live,” I respond, holding a hand to one of the deeper gashes.

We watch as Din lands a successful stab at the creature’s ankle. It drops Ragnar and Din races to stop his fall.

He latches onto Ragnar just as the others take down the beast, flying him over to where we hold on to the rocks.

When they land Paz firmly asks, “are you okay?” Ragnar clambers over to me, clinging to my chest before breathlessly answering, “I’m okay dad.”

“Thank you,” I say to Din over Ragnar’s helmet.

“This is the Way” he replies

“This is the Way” we echo.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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Little one

Paz Vizsla x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: y/n gets injured, fighting with paz, enemies to lovers dynamic. I don't know what to call this story but I'm gonna make a part 2

A/n: 18+ If you don't like the warnings please don't read!

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"I don't know why you brought me to the covert, Bo Katan I understand. But me?" Y/n asked.

Din looked over at her, all she could see was the helmet but by the way he slouched his shoulders and tilted his head, she knew what face he was making.

"What!? I would've been happy going to tatooine and kicking back with Boba and Fennec. But no instead I have to sit around a covert, being gazed upon by judgemental eyes because I'm not wearing a fuckin helmet!"

Din straighted up. "You'll be fine."

"Oh yeah? Well what about Paz Vizsla? Everytime we see him, he's either tryna rip your helmet off or fight you! He's a big guy, one day he'll win."

"I love your vote of confidence."

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Bo Katan landed the ship on the beach, y/n's hand got closer and closer to her light saber the more they moved towards the cave.

Y/n stopped in her tracks the moment her eyes landed on the man she didn't wish to see. Paz and a few other Mando's slowly made their way out of the cave.

"You're no longer welcome here Din Djarin." Vizsla said.

"I bathed in the living waters, I bring proof." Din held up a silver cylinder.

"I stand as witness." Bo said.

Paz tilted his head. "And who are you, night owl?"

"I am Bo Katan of clan kryze."

The conversation and snide comments continued as Y/n scanned the area, watching the water, the cliffs, and the dunes. Vizsla took note of this, how patient she was with every spot she looked to, just waiting to see something.

"Y/n."

"Yeah?"

Din ushered her into the cave, She walked by Paz looking him up and down with a sneer, earning a dark chuckle.

"You'd be wise in refraining from looking at me in such a manner, little one."

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They entered a small room where The armorer stood, and like always she was holding a hammer and what looked like a wrench.

Y/n made sure she was close to Din and as far away from Paz as she could get, which was like a foot. She gripped his arm, making him look over to her and nod.

"It's alright. They won't hurt you."

The armorer turned to them. "I wouldn't expect a Jedi to be afraid of Mandalorians."

"You're fierce worriers, I should know I live with one."

Paz Vizsla of course had to pick this moment to speak his mind.

"Coward."

He stepped back as a blue light flashed and he could feel heat at his throat. He could hear the buzzing of her light saber as they stared each other down.

"You are not our enemy." The armorer said. "You have nothing to fear."

Din leaned close to her ear, he slowly wrapped his hand around her wrist.

"Put it away, Y/n."

She kept glancing over at Paz as the time ticked by, Din was excepted back in and surprisingly so was Bo. Y/n left the cave to go back to the ship, when she heard heavy footsteps fallowing her.

"Not very stealthy, Vizsla."

He got close to Y/n and towered over her.

"If I didn't want you to hear me, you wouldn't have heard me, little one."

Paz began circling her, he leaned in close to her ear. The sound of his voice sending shivers down her spine and heat to her core.

"You have Spirit, I'll give you that. But let's see your reflex's."

Y/n heard the sound of metal, the blue light of her saber shined bright as she swung it at him, hitting him in the beskar. She spun left and hit him with the force, Paz's back hit the cave wall. Y/n ran on to the beach, she looked around in to the night. Vizsla was right behind her as she began running up the beach away from the cave and the ships.

Y/n suddenly heard the sound of a jet pack, she looked up as he landed in front of her. Their weapons clashed together, blue flashes lit up the area for all to see.

Y/n jumped and landed behind him, he turned around only to be pushed to the ground. She held him down with the force as she got on top of him. This man was really big compared to her, if she wasn't a Jedi, she wouldn't stand a chance.

"How is that for reflex's?" She asked.

The same dark chuckle left Paz, Y/n felt his hand slide up her thigh, moving closer to her heat. She sheathed her lightsaber and got off of him, turning to go back to the convert, she suddenly felt the wind get knocked out of her as she was taken to the ground.

Y/n attempted to squirm but he held her down, the weight of Paz sent heat rush to her core. He snaked his hand around her neck and brought her up so her back was against his chest. She could hear his breath in her ear, Paz's grip tightened as he got closer.

"You think you can over power me, little one? Run back to the covert, back to your mandalorian keeper." He whispered.

Y/n got out from under him and ran towards the cave, the nearly crashed into Din but he grabbed a hold of her arms.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Y/n turned to the entrance of the covert out of breath, she stared for a minute but soon shook her head.

"N- nothing....Nothing, I'm fine."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

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moon-sang · 2 years

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Me: Reads hundreds of Mandalorian x reader fanfics

Also me: Accidentally learns Mando’a

#Mando x reader #Din Djarin x reader #Din x reader #The Mandalorian x reader #Paz Vizla x reader #Paz x reader #Cobb Vanth x reader #It's true I have

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gothy-froggy · 1 year

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MANDALORIAN SPOILERS

PAZ VIZSLA HAS A SON I REPEAT PAZ VIZSLA HAS A SON

Give me the single dad Paz x reader NOW

#starwars #the mandalorian #the mandalorion spoilers #mandalorian season 3 #paz vizsla #paz vizla x reader #star wars

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gaycrackheadraccoon · 1 year

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Me when big guy (paz vizsla) dies:

#nooooo #god why must you punish me #paz vizla x reader #paz vizla #the mandalorian #spoliers #sad very sad

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hotpinkboots · 1 year

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SOOO....

*lip smack*

Howzabout Yandere!Din x Reader, where the Reader was Paz's wife and Din comforts her after he dies, and Din is secretly like "yesyesyesyesyes" because he's wanted (Y/N) all along and has been super jealous of Paz but now he's DEAD SO (Y/N) IS ALL HIS

#pinkie speakie #CACKLES VIOLENTLY AND THROWS HANDS IN THE AIR WHILE LIGHTNING CRACKS AROUND ME #mando #the mandalorian x reader #yandere din x reader #yandere Mando x reader #paz viszla #paz vizla x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 3 spoilers #the mandalorian s3 spoilers #mando spoilers #yandere din djarin x reader

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lesbii-enne · 1 year

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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

#the mandalorian #paz viszla #paz vizla #paz visla #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizla x reader #the armorer #the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian reader

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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NSFW New Years thot— Paz with a pregnant riduur. That’s it.

Possessive and protective as hell, absolutely doting and loving, his hands never leave her belly. Is prepared to catch their ik’aad the moment they arrive. Is always ready to put another in his riduur again. Is obsessed with his riduur’s motherly body they’ve formed postpartum. Loves all of his children fiercely and unconditionally. His aliit is everything to him.

Okay but this one came out really well, I think!

“Gently now, there.”

The dying, ember light of sunset filters though the windows of your room, dyeing you in a soft, golden halo. Warmth seeps through you, a blooming affection that perches alight in the fibers of your soul, tugging there like harp strings.

A tiny hand splays across your stomach, hovering gently, almost hesitantly under your larger one. Your eldest looks up at you through his eyelashes, other hand clutched to his mouth nervously as he waits for the tiny rumble you’d drawn him to. You gaze down at him, at his bright eyes the same color of his father’s, the arch of his brow knotted with uncertainty. The light catches against the planes of his face rounded with a cherub fullness.

A kick.

He gasps, hand darting away as you chuckle. Yet he gazes down at your stomach with child-like wonder, mouth dropped open in shock. He takes a moment to observe before he delicately presses closer, leaning an ear against the rounded swell of your stomach with wide, sparkling eyes.

“There’s a heartbeat.” He murmurs in astonishment, turning to brace his chin against your abdomen.

You nod down at him, unable to contain the wide spread of your grin across your lips.

“Another ad’ika, like yourself.” You tell him, watching as the stars bloom across his gaze.

You’re interrupted then, as a door chimes, swishes open beyond your room where you’re resting. Instantly your son is away from you, footsteps fading as he races down the hall with a triumphant cry.

“Buir!!”

There’s a tell-tale grunt as he impacts against his father’s knees, barely up to his hip now- grown in the bink of an eye.

Paz groans as he hauls his son into his arms, even as he squeals. Their voices are faded now, warm like a lullaby against the back of your thoughts, winding, cloyant like an embrace. Home, with them.

Soon, however, footsteps echo down the hall as Paz, as your riduur draws near.

He pauses in the doorway, one massive arm cradling your child against his breastplate and the other balancing his helmet against his hip. Steps stuttering to a halt, he freezes at the sight of you, bathed in gentle, radiant sunlight. Like the gods above have descended to bestow upon you a gentle, divine kiss, he breathes as if you yourself are doused in sanctity- something to be worshiped, held in utter reverence.

“Mesh’la.” He breathes, and the word itself is a prayer whispered to the heavens.

“Hello, husband.” You murmur, one hand smoothing over your stomach.

His gaze never breaks from you, not as he places his helmet against your dresser, gently depositing his son and murmuring a hushed instruction to him. As tiny footsteps fade, Paz draws near, one hand reaching out towards you as if, once he touches you, you’ll vanish into stardust. You catch his gloved palm against yours, brace it against your cheek even as he sucks in a breath of wonder.

“You grow more beautiful with every passing day.” He whispers as you smile up at him, heart swelling at the seams.

“Even like this?” You ask gently, hand smoothing over your stomach and brow knotting in a touch of concern.

“Especially like this.” He replies, and his voice is lower now, dipping deeper into his chest with a timber you recognize. It sends sparks murmuring through you, glowing like constellations.

“Really?” You ask, and your voice is quieter now, reserved in hesitancy.

“Riduur.” He murmurs, and his other hand clasps across your cheek now, turning your face towards him like he’s drinking from a holy spring. You can see his eyes like this, see the birth of galaxies within his gaze, see how he looks down at you as if you’re the first and only magnificent thing he’s ever seen.

“You are the mother of our children. My cherished wife, my partner, my beloved. How can I not think you are more beautiful than every star in the sky?”

You soften, melt into him then, feeling warmth spool low in your belly, to where an unborn soul dwells in silent slumber.

“You’re trying to get me pregnant again.” You chide him, and the smile that greets your words has the harp strings of your heart singing an aria.

“How can I not?” He asks, lifting you to his waiting lips in an irresistible, incandescent kiss. “When you’re glowing brighter than the sun?”

“I’ll blind you.” You murmur against him.

“Then the last thing I see will be you.”

#paz vizsla #paz vizla x reader #paz viszla x reader #Paz vizla #fic: reverence #pregnancy tw #reader insert #tagging as reverence bc let's be honest. this is reverence Paz right here #ALSO THAT LAST LINE??#Not gonna brag but one of my better moments I think

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misomewriting · 10 months

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Rated T Contains angst, a miniscule amount of fluff, no use of y/n, language Word Count: 1.2k Summary: A scouting mission doesn't go according to plan

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Paz said to the Armorer. “A Jedi? Staying here with us? You know what her kind did.”

“I understand your feelings toward this decision,” the leader replied, “But it is important for us to make peace with a foe from many years ago. With her knowledge, she can educate us as well.”

“I don't see how that benefits us.”

“It will help the foundlings,” she explained, “who are our future.” Paz sighed and nodded his head. “She can provide newer training methods, and history. It is important to have an open mind.”

“Perhaps.” He agreed.

“Now.” The Armorer said, satisfied with his response, “instead of brooding, how about you get to know her? Other Mandalorians have, but still keep their space. If they see you speaking with her, they would be more accepting of her presence.”

Paz nodded his head. “This is the Way.”

“This is the Way.”

“I wish I can do that,” one of the foundlings sigh. You slowly lower your hands, gently setting the three of them on the ground. You smile as they congregate to you, ready to ask more questions about Jedi, the Force, and your travels.

“That's enough,” a stern voice calls out. The three young ones turn around and see Paz gazing at your group.

“Yes sir.” The three leave, not questioning him.

You stand up and see Paz walk to you. Nodding your head in acknowledgment, you say, “Yes?” He didn't reply. Instead he analyzes you, wondering why the hell are you here with the Mandalorians. Smirking, you walk to him. “Yes, Mandalorian?” You sense a mix of feelings and emotions from the man. Curiosity, irritation, annoyance, and a dash of frustration.

“I am not here for pleasantries, Jedi.” Paz states.

You lift an eyebrow. “Then what are you here for?”

Sighing, he admits: “To get to know you. The good and bad.” Smiling, you motion for him to come closer.

“I hope you do the same for me.” You reply.

“This is the Way.”

Months have passed. Then years. The foundlings were not only trained in the way of the Mandalore, but also possessed knowledge and fighting skills of the Jedi. You became part of the clan's main scouting troop, and helped in many missions. Your relationship with the other Mandalorians improved and you gained their respect.

“Jedi, I need you to go on a special mission for me.” The Armorer says after the group celebrated a new commencement of a foundling. You sensed a couple lingering thoughts from other Mandalorians; whenever you and the Armorer spoke, it was either serious or sensitive. She motions for you to follow her, and you do.

“What is it?”

“I need you to run a solo stakeout of a group of outsiders.” She says slowly. “I noticed them arrive a couple days ago when scouting.” You nod your head and wait for her to finish. “I have spoken with Paz, him being the leader of your scouting party..." her voice trails before she continues, “he is not satisfied with the plan, especially when I told him it was just you.”

“I...I'm sorry if my presence complicates anything.” you say. It is clear to you, Paz, and the Armorer that there is a special bond between you two. Ragnar, his son, frequently jokes about it.

“I know he'll follow you.” The Armorer states, ignoring your apology. “You know that too...I'll give you more information tomorrow morning. After that, you will begin the mission.”

“This is the Way.” You whisper.

“May the Force be with you.”

After you were debriefed, you entered your T-6 and flew above the strangers’ camp, wanting to see what you were going against. From above there is a band of stormtroopers and a large tent, showing that there was an important presence.

“You see a bird flying in the sky.” You say out loud after waving your hand. You hear a majority of the stormtroopers think about your ship a bird and smile in satisfaction. After flying, you manage to find a place to land, far enough from the campground but close enough to scout safely.

As it became afternoon, yours and the Armorer’s prediction came true.

“Mandalorian,” you call out in a calm tone, “you can come out from hiding.”

Paz obeys your command and walks out of the shadows from your ship. “You knew,” he says. “I figured you expected me but I’m still surprised.”

Paz didn’t need your permission to walk and sit next to you. From your sack, you gather some food and pass it to him. You turn around as he lifted his helmet to eat it. When you hear him put it back in place, you turn back. Paz gently put both of his hands on both sides of your head and leans in close. Both of your foreheads touch and you close your eyes, knowing he was doing the same.

“I know you’ll be up before me, so please, before we sleep,” he whispers, still holding you, “be careful. If you need anything…think of me.”

“I will. I promise.” You whisper back. You gently put his hands down and kiss what would be his forehead. You both fall asleep next to each other, holding hands.

The following day, you venture out from your hiding spot to scout the Empire’s campsite behind boulders. You quietly jump between the rocks in a quick, steady pace and manage to be close enough to see the stormtroopers walk around. They are equipped with their guns, ready for action.

Seeing some near bugs, you close your eyes and connect with them asking them to walk to the troops and large tent to gain information. From the numerous voices bouncing in your mind, you put the plan together that there was a tip from someone who located the Mandalorians’ refuge.

“Damn,” you whisper.

Mandalorian, I am going to give you some important information. You reach out to Paz, The Empire is here and looking for the clan.

The bugs came back to you, giving information that was crucial for everyone know. The Mandalorians’ lives depend on it. Using the Force you free them from their duty and leave the site, ready to travel back. One day is enough. As you walk the same route back, you felt other presences around you. You take your lightsaber out of its sheath and ready yourself for a fight. Stormtroopers came from above and surround you.

“Ah, I see a lone Jedi in our presence.” A familiar voice comments. It is Moff Gideon. “I didn't expect to find one.”

“I can understand why,” you hiss, “unfortunately, it seems that Order 66 wasn't as successful as it rumored.”

Gideon growls and motions for some troopers to grab your arms. They obey him but you have a couple surprises up your sleeve.

"You ready to see what a Jedi Knight can do?" You threaten.

“I need the scouting party to follow me,” Paz tells the Armorer. When he received her message, he flew as fast as he could to warn the others about the stormtroopers, not thinking that he caused a scene when he was in the air. The Jedi protected him from the camp yesterday, and unfortunately he didn't have that luxury. “The Jedi has given me intel and it requires help from us.”

“Then go. Her not returning with you is a sign that the worst has come, or is about to unfold.” The Armorer replies coolly. “This is the Way.”

“This is the Way.”

When coming to the Moff Gideon's camp, Paz and the rest of the Mandalorians search around, looking for any surviving stormtroopers and you. Everyone gasps when they land, the damage done to the camp was tremendous. Troopers scattered, some laying in huge heaps while others dismantled. Rocks haphazardly surround the area and guns are in a burning pile.

There was talk amongst the Mandalorians as they wander the camp. Paz only has one person in mind: you. Running around the camp calling out, “Jedi, where are you?” repeatedly makes him nervous. He barely felt your presence in his mind, and did his best to locate the spot you are thinking about.

“Hi,” you heave, clutching your side. The wound wasn't deep, but deadly enough to cause serious damage. Paz runs and kneels down in front of you. He looks around and notices your lightsaber a couple feet away.

“What happened?” He whispers, gently sitting you up.

“Moff Gideon.” You rasp out, putting more pressure on your wound. Paz notices you trying to reach out for your lightsaber using the Force. It was shaking, but not coming to you. He quickly snatches it and gives it to you. “Don't worry, I'm going to cauterize it.”

“Bastard!” He hisses as you wince, watching you burn the bleeding wound with your lightsaber. “Are...are you going to be okay?”

You shake your head. “I was hit with some lasers, but managed to deflect most of them and change their trajectory to stormtroopers...” you answer, trembling. Cauterizing your gaping wound hurt like hell, but it was the best thing you can do at that point. Paz's heart skips a beat when he saw blood on your robes.

“He knows where you are...please go.” You say.

“I am not fucking leaving you.” He counters. “No, you are coming with us. I am not leaving you.”

You manage out a quiet chuckle. You felt streaks of blood run down your forehead, which he tenderly wiped off. “Healing isn't my forte...I always had trouble with that at the academy.”

“Stop talking like that.”

“Go.” You encourage, “You know I won't be able to help...I...I don't feel so good.” By this time, your wound is burnt shut, but the damage to your head and body is too hard to heal. “Just...I really hurt right now, and would like you to--”

“Stop it!” Paz growls. “You...you are my...”

“Cyare,” you whisper faintly. Paz starts shaking, holding your small hands in his. “Go.”

“My name is Paz Vizsla,” he blurts out. "I love you."

“I love you too, Paz Vizsla,” you reply. You tell him your name, and in turn he leans his helmet on your forehead. He lifts it part way and softly kisses your fingers, making you smile. Then, he stands up and raises his pistol over you. You nod your head and close your eyes.

With shaky fingers, he closes his eyes and presses the trigger. Your body went limp. Paz opens his eyes and weeps as he knelt back down and held your lifeless body close to his. “May the Force be with you.”

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theglassesgirl · 1 year

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I really wonder how Paz Viszla being a Daddy™️ will affect his future relationship with Y/N, inquiring minds want to know 🎤

Obviously, unless we’re introduced to his baby mama, I won’t rule out the possibility that Ragnar has Y/N’s eyes 😌 tho I also anticipate that Step mama Y/N will be a scenario that’s gonna be popular!

#paz vizsla x reader #the mandalorion spoilers #paz vizla x reader #paz viszla #I posted this on Twitter to zero acclaim PLS where are my true blue academics at??!

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gabrielislovegabrielislife · 1 year

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*sees there's no Single Dad! Paz x readers*

*sighs*

*opens google docs*

#paz vizsla #paz viszla #paz vizla x reader #the mandalorian #star wars the mandalorian #the mandaloran season 3 #Ragnar vizsla #ragnar #fanfic #fanfiction #Fandoms #fan fiction

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samantha-rae-velcher · 11 months

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Little one Pt. 3

Paz Vizsla x Fem reader

Requested by: @canadian-snow-queen @kchavez666 💗💗💗

Warnings: FLUFF!! Protective!Paz, Possessive!Paz, swearing, violence, use of a firearm.

A/n:If you don't like the Warnings please don't read! PLS KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

PART 4 WILL CONTAIN SMUT 👀

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Din had asked the rest of the Mandalorians if they would join him in his fight against the pirates on Navarro. They had all agreed to help, after Paz Vizsla's glorious speech. Y/n was sitting in the ship next to Paz and the other Mando's, they were to be dropped out of the ship and onto the planet surface. Y/n was leaned over, her elbows rested on her legs, lightsaber in hand. She rolled it around in her hands, memories of the past flooding her brain. When she was training, Yoda teaching her the force, he was a wonderful master. He was fair and patient, always taught in intricate detail, showing her everything.

"Do or do not, there is no try." She whispered.

"What did you say?" Paz asked.

"Word's from a wise man. A great man....and Master."

She felt a hand rest on her back, gently rubbing circles.

"If you're afraid-"

"I'm not. I want to fight along side the man I love."

Y/n's gaze met his visor, she gave him a soft smile as she gripped his arm. The large door underneath their feet opened and she looked down to the rocks.

"You don't have a jet pack." Paz said.

"I don't need one."

The chairs dropped from under them and they plummeted it the ground, Y/n landed on her feet with no trouble. The Mandalorian's flew above and headed towards the city, she looked up and a pirates smaller ship caught her eye. Y/n jumped, using the force to go higher, she landed on the top of the vessel, startling the piolet.

With the blue flash of her lightsaber, the ship was going down. She split it in two and jumped off, landing on another one, in which she did the same thing to.

Just before it could hit the ground she leaped off and landed next to Paz in the city, swinging her saber to deflect blaster fire. Vizsla watched as she swiftly moved, knowing when and where the shots was coming from. It amazed him, she suddenly jumped and landed with a boom, knocking over a group of pirates.

Y/n came back to him and took his blaster cannon, aiming at the pirates in the tower. She fired at them until all that was left was a hole in the side of the building and a cloud if smoke.

"This baby is awesome. Imma have to get me one of these." She laughed, handing it back to Paz.

The battle went on, most of the enemy ships were destroyed when one of them locked onto Y/n and started chasing her through the city, shooting at her everytime she accidentally came out into the open.

Soon the relentless pursuit ripped all the energy from her, and she was shot in the side. Paz heard her cry and bolted towards her position, when he saw her laying in the dirt he faced his cannon towards the ship and fired, taking the entire front of it off.

He ran to Y/n's side, picking her up and bringing her into the school. Paz laid her down on a bench, taking a look at her wound. Y/n's eyes slowly opened when he whispered her name, she flinched, feeling the pain.

"Fuck." She cursed.

"It's alright, I'm here. I need you to stay awake, you're loosing a lot of blood."

He stayed with her until Din came plowing in with a good portion of the Mandalorians and Greef Karga. They brought her into the infirmary, Paz held her hand the entire time. Her eyes never left him, her gaze occasionally drifted down his large form, but never did it falter or look to anyone else.

A shock of pain made her cry out when the doc pressed something to her wound.

"Paz!" She shreaked.

He got close and gripped her hand tighter.

"I'm here, Little one. I'm right here."

Y/n buried her head in his shoulder and kissed the fabric that covered his neck, the gesture making his heart beat faster.

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Y/n sat in the covert, staring at the fire. A Mandalorian male watching her from across the cave, making her feel uneasy.

"Got an issue there, Bub?" She asked, not looking up from the flames.

He stood slowly stalking over to her his helmet tilting, he crouched down beside her and gently turned her face towards him.

"I see why Vizsla is so drawn to you." The Mando whispered. "Your beauty is beyond any other."

The look in Y/n's eyes made him chuckle. She looked like she wanted to kill him, but he knew she was far too weak. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, he was leaning closer when he felt a blade being pressed to the back of his neck.

"Take your hands off of her." Paz's voice growled from behind the man.

"Vizsla." The Mando turned to him, still crouched. "Have you claimed her yet? I haven't heard you voice it."

"She's mine." Paz's tone got deeper the longer the other Mando stayed next to Y/n.

Suddenly the man swung his spear at Vizsla, Knocking him back. Going at him again, he was pushed backwards into the fire. His cloak went up in flames forcing him to shrug it off his shoulders.

The man charged again, stabbing at Paz but missing every time. He was thrown against the wall and was about to swing again when he felt weight against his throat, he coughed attempting to breath but it was impossible.

He fell to his knees, causing Paz to step back in shock and confusion. The other Mando looked to Y/n, Paz fallowed and saw Y/n with her hand raised to him.

The look in her eye was pure anger, the color slowly faded in and out from e/c to yellow then back to e/c. Y/n's arm dropped and she fell on her side. The other Mando gasped for air and sat back against the cave wall.

Paz came over to her, taking her in his arms and carried Y/n to their shared room. He set her down on the cot and brushed her hair out of her face.

"You never cease to amaze me." He whispered.

A weak smiled spread over Y/n's face and her eyes fluttered open. She reached her hand out, running it down his side, feeling his muscle. Paz's breath hitched when he felt her hand stop at his clothed cock. She slowly palmed him through his flight suit, making him lean forward.

"Amaze me, Vizsla." She moaned, biting her lip.

He came closer, his voice so close to her ear.

"You're playing with fire, Little one."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

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