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sourbinnie · 10 months

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☆ beso.mp3 ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> fluff ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> ot8!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> voicemails they leave you when they miss you on tour. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> cursing ; no use of (y/n) ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> nope

a/n: short one but sweet one, hope yall like it:) haven't written "voicemails" in a while!

yo quiero que me de' otro beso

"baby, baby i miss you so fucking much. i might be a little drunk and a little needy as a treat but i can't help but think of you and i need you here. it's been too fucking long since i've last seen you even if we speak to each other every day, i can't get enough of you. i need to hold you and kiss you, feel you against me whatever way you want it to be of course. i don't know why i suddenly got the need to just be buried in your arms and for you to hold me tight, hope i can see you soon and tell you that i love you because i can't take it anymore. goodnight darling..."

- voicemail from hyunjin.

uno de esos que tú me da'

"i need your kiss. i know it's abrupt to start a voice message like this but i've been wanting to kiss you ever since i left and i gave you the last one at the airport. i hope i get all of the kisses i deserve when i come back and that you're taking care of our children. i hope you know that i miss you so much and that even if i don't show it at times, i've been so clingy for your affection. i can't wait to cuddle you again, to hug you and not let you. like i said before, save all those kisses for me because i'm coming for them all when i get back and you will not get rid of me."

- voicemail from minho.

estar lejos de ti e' el infierno

"i'm not used to being this far away from you. maybe i'm not the most affectionate person or the one that says the most romantic things but i feel the need to show you that i still love you. i want you forever and ever, no turning back now because i knew when i found you that i would want what you make me feel for the rest of my life. right now it's hell being away and not having your embrace, your eyes looking at me or your sweet kiss on my cheek. i want to hear you say that you're proud of me after every show. i just need to hear you again or i'll go insane."

- voicemail from seungmin.

'tar cerca de ti es mi paz

"it's been stressful and i feel it even more now that we're far. i remember when i had to go to australia and i wanted to take you so bad, it's the same today. i want you here and for you to experience what i live for, what i'm passionate about and what i need. but i also need you, need your love and affection because it's the one thing that keeps me calm. when i'm burying myself in work and drowning, you're there to take my hand and i think i haven't been appreciative enough of it. so thank you, i love you to the moon and back baby."

- voicemail from chan.

y es que amo siempre que llegas

"how long till we see each other again? i want you. i wanna be with you right now yet we're so far, i don't wanna forget you so i keep reminding myself of your habits. your smile follows me everywhere i go and it shines so bright, your eyes are the only ones i look for in the crowd. i wish you could come by one day, i wanna see you there supporting me and having the time of your life with your friends. you would look so cute in our merch and with our lightstick that i'm almost getting you tickets to the next show. we'll see what i can do baby."

- voicemail from felix.

y odio cuando te vas

"i had a dream, well it was more like me remembering how we said goodbye. i fucking hated it and i don't wanna live that ever again, next time you're coming with me to every part of the world that i'll take you. i want you right beside me, i want to see you and just be captivated by your beauty because that happens every time i take a look at you. you can call me cheesy all you want but i'm so in love with you and i know we haven't talked about it but i need to buy a ring soon. spoiling the surprise? yeah but i don't care, i hope you say yes though."

- voicemail from changbin.

yo me voy contigo a matar

"i might be too young for love like a lot of people say. i might be a little too naive or too persistent but when i approached you for the first time, i knew i would do anything for you. even right now when we're in a relationship, i feel the need to please you, to love you, to show you that you're worth it because you are so much more than what you show. i didn't see a future where i would be loved but right now i can see us everywhere and i think that's the thing i miss about you the most. i'll do anything to have you here so i'll try my best to get you something, alright?"

- voicemail from jeongin.

no me dejes solo, ¿pa' dónde vas, pa' dónde vas?

"i haven't been alone in such a long time. i'm used to having your presence by my side 24/7 and now it's weird not seeing you beside me. i know i have everyone from the boys to the crew but i miss my sunshine, you know? i miss the one that keeps me going. yeah i never told you that but you're the reason i wake up every day as happy as i am. even right now the bed feels so cold without you and it's not the same as the one at home, if only i could close the distance. i think i would hug you, kiss you and love you like i haven't done before..."

- voicemail from jisung.

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sofasoap · 1 year

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The Mandalorian

Story time.– Din Djarin x GN! Reader + Grogu Nightmare – Din Djarin x GN! Reader + Grogu

Heartbreak Series ( Din Djarin x F!Reader)

Heartbreak

Wrenching heart

Mending Heart

Interlude : Fracturing heart

Scarring heart

Healing heart

Ner Kar’ta - Finale to Heartbreak series.

Little Heart - Drabble post- heartbreak

Comfort - Short drabble, Pre- major event in the heartbreak series

Comfort - Extra – extra scene where Din goes to the market.

A quiet moment - Din Djarin - Post 'Little Heart'

Protect - Visiting your home world Naboo, Din becomes very protective.

Sweet - Short drabble Pre-relationship, when clan of three still travelling around in search of Jedi.

Sleep - Short drabble, second part to Sweet.

A guide how not to court Non-Mandalorian (Paz Vizsla x F!Reader)

Pinning

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x you #din djarin x f!reader #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you #grogu #masterlist #paz vizsla #paz vizsla x you #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla x f!reader #paz vizsla x fem!reader

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adora-but-ginger · 2 years

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Lost Love

pairing: din djarin x gn!mandalorian!reader

summary: an old forgotten flame is rekindled

word count: ~2.9k

warnings: mentions of a blaster, oh boy so much fluff, helmet comes OFF that’s right, creed talk, i think that’s it

masterlist

a/n: listen everyone it’s my fic so i decide what’s canon, also don’t ask me shite about star wars planets becuase i could not tell you for the life of me. thank you for reading <3~L

also don’t repost my stories, because reposting isn’t a very cool look now is it.

(credit to gif owner)

You stood there, parallel to the being wearing armour that mirrored yours.

You had not seen a fellow Mandalorian in what had to be tens of rotations, and it was a bit unnerving if you were to admit it to yourself. You had left the covert with your head held high long ago, disregarding the oh so sacred creed you were a part of for as long as you’d known. You had left behind all that you were used to, being dubbed a ‘Mandalorian no more’ by those who you used to call home. But you didn’t mind that, not really.

Because a creed that prioritized its secrecy over a dying life was one you refused to partake in.

You remember standing there, looking at those you used to call friends--those who you used to call family--watching you as the armourer exiled you. Those you were close to, those who you grew up with as foundlings, looking upon you with barriers of metal, doing nothing. Your visor had locked with each and every one of theirs, noting those like Paz who almost seemed amused by the situation. And then there were others like Din, would have who gazed upon you with an unspoken apology. Speaking of Din, he wasn’t even there that day. Where he had gone off to, you never knew.

He was your closest friend, and you couldn’t even say goodbye to him.

So, with anger in your eyes that could make the metal surrounding you turn ablaze and a pang of sadness in your heart that would haunt your being until your last breath, you left.

No one had followed you out, not that you had expected any to, but the last time you saw another Mando had been Bo-Katan’s group, and you didn’t really fit in there, either.

So, here you were, hidden away on Scarif. You had made it out well here, defending the village from any outside threats on the daily. You provided protection, and they provided space for you to live peacefully. Not many knew you, and over the years you became that of a ghost story.

That being said, you can imagine the surprise that was apparent when he walked in, broad shoulders and shiny beskar helmet staring into your own visor, walking up to you. His helmet met yours, gazes you assumed locking. Sure, you didn’t abide by the creed anymore, but you found a bittersweet sense of security in keeping it on. No one here knew your face except the medics, and you were okay with that. The sounds of his footsteps had silenced the room, everyone’s heads turning towards the newcomer. You tilted your helmet upwards--a gesture that some may take it as a greeting, but you both knew what it truly meant.

A challenge.

A silent question of intimidation, to see where the next few moments would lead. His hand, hovering over his blaster, slowly flexed before lifting away from the weapon entirely. He had taken another step forward, now no more than a few paces away from you, carrying the attention from the cantina with every breath.

Taking him in, a familiarity washed over you. You looked him over, the shiny beskar covering his head, chest, arms, and legs, to the pulse rifle on his back, to the numerous weapons donning his being. A jetpack sister to yours peaked from behind his cape, and at his side lay a worn-out brown satchel.

Standing from your chair, hand resting on the blaster at your side as you did so, you adjust your posture to meet him.

A beat of silence is caught between you two, waiting for one to address the other.

“I’ve been searching for you.”

His modulated voice was low and had a slight rasp to it. Your gloved hand remained near your blaster, tensing up ever so slightly.

“You must be mistaken.” You responded, short and quaint. His helmet moved towards your blaster, then back towards your visor.

“I am not. I’ve been trying to find another Mandalorian, another of our kind. I need your help.”

You took a deep breath before relaxing a little, annoyed. Was this guy serious? Walking past him, you scoffed as your armour grazed his due to the small space. Heading towards the doorway of the cantina, you turned your head back towards his direction, where you saw he had turned around to watch you walk out.

“That’s too bad.”

This guy really thought that after probably tracking you down, he just expected you to be willing to help him? There was a reason you hid, why you covered your tracks as best you could. You didn’t want to be found. What right did he have to just disregard that? The Mandalorians back at the covert never offered to help you, not after you broke their precious creed.

You could hear his footsteps behind your own, marching fast to catch up with you. You had just walked out the entrance when you heard his voice again. “Hey!”

Sighing, you met him, tilting your helmet in question. “What?”

You could tell he was annoyed--good. “You can’t just walk away like that. I have spent too much time looking for another one of us just to have you not even consider my request.”

You crossed your arms. You were tired and it had been a long day, so when the little jolt of guilt rang through you, you spoke up. “I will be of no help to you. You sought out the wrong Mandalorian. I’m truly sorry.” With that, you headed back on your way, the ground crunching beneath your boots. His voice caught your attention again, this time filled with more frustration.

“It’s by creed that you should help, that you should aid another in a time of need.”

You stopped again, like a wall had just hit you. “The creed you speak of does not bound me. Now, leave me be, and do not speak of my presence.” A bitter tang accompanied your words, leaving a sour taste in your mouth. He did not respond, and so you did not spare him another glance, instead resuming your journey home.

Of course he followed you back. Not a word was spoken, but the entire trek back to your residence his footsteps accompanied yours. They were a distance behind, and he almost lost you once or twice, but you left your door open when you entered your home, awaiting him to follow. He came in not too long after, standing in the doorway.

With a sigh, you addressed him. “Are you just going to follow me or-?”

His response was the same as the first interaction. “I need your help.”

Walking up to him, you stopped short a few feet when you took him in, like actually took him in. The cantina light was low and dull, but here with the setting glow of light you could see him for all he was, the details hidden within the armour from battles and skirmishes. His helmet, sculpted and sharp, blossomed that same familiarity you felt earlier. The mud horn signet shone on his shoulder, and his shiny cuirass showed your reflection in it, from the beskar that covered your chest to the durasteel on your arms. You had seen that helmet before.

Just as you were about to comment on the helmet, a sigh emitted from him, just barely audible. You almost missed it, but you didn’t miss the movement that shook his satchel simultaneously. Hand shooting to your blaster once more, he realized what had you on alert and shot his arms out in response, trying to prevent what might happen if not. You were being difficult, you knew that, but he was desperate.

“No, no. Don’t shoot, please.” He reached with one arm to cover the bag as best as he could. “This is why I need your help. He is why I need your help.”

Confused, you released your grip on the weapon, returning your hand to your side. “What do you mean, he?”

Slowly, he reached into the bag, pulling out a little green creature from it. “This is the Child. I was hoping that if I found another Mandalorian, that they could aid in my deliverance of him to his kind. Please.” The Child giggled in response to the man’s embrace of him, eyes widening at his surroundings. His eyes met your helmet, and a coo escaped him. “You are a Mandalorian, are you not?”

You had never seen anything like the little green guy before. You noticed a smile slowly growing on your face as his own reached you, and when you returned your gaze to the man in front of you, your voice gave the smile away.

“Yes, I am a Mandalorian. What is he?”

His voice grew a little softer as you eased your guard. Progress. “He is a Jedi. That is who I need to deliver him to. Do you know of any?”

The smile was quickly wiped from your face. “Yes, I know of one. Or I knew of one, one time. I’m afraid--” you said, looking back and forth between the two of them, memories of meeting Ahsoka rushing through your head. You had only met for a few moments, in passing too, but that was knowledge that he need not of. “I’m afraid I do not know much of anyone anymore. You, though, you remind me of someone I knew once too. You share a helmet.” You assumed the comment would be tossed aside, but he straightened his back, a tilt of his head accompanying the motion.

“What do you mean?”

“I once belonged to a place like yours, a group of Mandalorians. That was long ago though.” You reached for the Child briefly, stopping quickly to silently ask permission. He granted it, handing him over to you. The kid whined as he left the arms of the metal before you, but his smile quickly returned as he looked at your helmet.

“What was their name? The one who bore my resemblance.” Reaching down, you fixed the ruffles in the top of the Child’s robe before answering. He cooed in response. When you spoke, it was so quiet that you weren’t even sure you said it out loud.

“Din.”

The air shifted as you spoke, the man stilling before you. You had no idea that he had just lost all of his composure then, heart thrumming as he heard his name. He must’ve known you somehow, but how? Trying to not sound as confused as he felt, he spoke. “And who are you?”

You froze for a moment, letting the Child wrap his hand around your gloved finger. You hadn’t spoken your name since you left, which was ages ago. You weren’t even sure how it sounded on your tongue anymore. A ping of sadness rang through you at that thought, which might have been one of the reasons why you said it.

When you did, the tension in his shoulders slacked. It had been awhile since you saw another one of your own, and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

He tested your name out and spoke it soft but punctually. And when he reached for the Child to return to him, a lightness ran through his tone that was new to both himself and to you.

“It’s been a while, cyar’ika, I thought you were dead.”

You felt like you’d been struck by a speeder. Your pulse jumped, your breathing got quicker, and your mind was racing. “Wait, Din, is that you?” He nodded, and the smile that broke your face was unlike anything you’d felt in rotations. It wasn’t there for long though, insecurity seeping in its place. What if he was just like the rest? What if when he came back and you were gone, he cursed your name, banishing his friendship alongside your image? What if--

“They told me you were dead.” His quiet voice tore you from your thoughts. “I was barely gone a few days, and when I came back, you were gone.” He looked down towards the ground then, murmuring more to himself than to you. “They told me you were dead. How’d--”

“I broke the Creed.” You whispered back, taking a deep breath as you did so. “They tossed me out within the hour. I was off planet within the day. I’m--” Your words were muffled as you felt his gloved hand on your helmet and froze at the gesture.

“I almost left when I found out. Left the covert, left the town. I would see the ghost of your presence everywhere.” He spoke in awe now, the Child jumping down from his grasp and landing lightly on your floor. You looked at the kid as he went to explore, but Din’s hand, now bare, drew you back. “You’re alive?”

You leaned into his touch, partially out of care for him, partially at the lack of human contact you’ve had. He was your greatest friend back then, but you always felt the pull. The feeling that you would follow him to the ends of the galaxy. It could have been labelled as many names--whether it be care, trust, or love. Whatever it was, you didn’t see your life without him in it. You two were seen at the hip growing up, one almost never seen without the other. Which was why it was so rare that you two had been separated when the exile happened.

In retrospect, maybe that happened on purpose.

You took your helmet off to revive that of a dying civilian, and you had a feeling that had Din been there, he would’ve stood by your side the entire way. You didn’t know that earlier that day would be the last time you two would speak for who knows how long.

You nodded into his hand and saw his chest shake. Removing your gloves, you placed your now bare hand on top of his, squeezing it lightly as you wrapped it around his own. Your foreheads met, metal to metal.

“You have no idea how much I missed you.”

You took a deep breath at it all--the gestures, what he was saying, the situation in whole.

“And yet, the stars spoke and brought you here.”

No words had to be spoken as the flame between you two was lit once more. Leaning back, you took your hand out of his own, reaching for your helmet. It happened before he had any time to react, the hissing and air coming from the metal. You took the helmet off, and for the first time in your life let him see you. The real you. You felt bare, and a little scared, but were in too deep to back out now. You could feel the waves of inner conflict washing over him, a battle happening behind the beskar. So, when he reached for his own, your breath caught.

“Can you close your eyes?” His tone was hesitant and timid--he was nervous-- he was Din. Your eyes fluttered shut, and the same hissing was heard. There you two both stood, years of anguish and fear, of sadness and frustration, washing away at the hands of old friends. Of friends that were always more than just friends.

This time, when you felt his hand on your face, it was skin to skin, and you shivered. He felt so soft, so warm, so real. “Can I kiss you, cyar’ika?” His voice was raw and unfiltered, so full of emotions, that you didn’t know how the modulator made it stoic.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

And when his lips gently met yours, you thought you died of bliss. It was like you were made for each other, and when you pulled apart, a small laugh escaped you. He laughed too, and the smile that grew on you was sweeter than ambrosia. It was like a dance, and though he had probably never done this before, you knew he would become good at it really quickly. Years of emotions flowed between your lips to his, telling stories that only shared a beginning.

You broke apart this time only when oxygen required it so. “I will help you, Din, with the Child, with it all.” Placing your foreheads together, you reached up quickly for another peck. He responded to the kiss eagerly, and you swore that now that you two found each other, you would never lose sight of him again.

When he responded, you felt the weight of Scarif lift from your shoulders.

"Good,” A quiet groan escaped him as you ran a hand through his curls. “Because we have a lot to catch up on.”

Bonus scene:

Grogu babbled as he reached for the food laying in the basket ahead of him. He had managed to climb up a stool and a chair, which were some pretty big feats. The delicious-looking pastries lay waiting for him, and he swiveled around one more time to make sure his dad wouldn’t notice. He saw him and the person he was talking to seconds ago now very close to each other and knew he was in the clear. He quickly turned back around to accomplish his mission, making his way towards the wonderful aroma surrounded by wicker. The basket was piled high with warm, soft bread-like foods, and Grogu was about to have the time of his life.

#din djarin x reader #din dijarin fanfiction #din djarin x you #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian x you #star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction

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ladyxskywalker · 2 years

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JULY 2022 (part one)

fandoms featured on this list; star wars, kenobi, the mandalorian, rogue one, & triple frontier 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

✨️ apologies for this month’s list being a little shorter than usual ! I had some things going on, so some of these are comfort reads, & repeats that I’ve read again, new things I’ve read, or various series that I’ve started. hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Aug 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

STAR WARS

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Stars, Hide Your Fires by @dearviper ao3 (sith!reader) (cw: major character death, mace windu)

Stay In My Memories (series) by @blxckmccn on ao3 (kenobi series) (inquisitor!f!reader) (canon divergence, lost memories, love triangle) (obi wan, anakin skywalker | darth vader) **

Stolen Moments by @full-time-make-believer, FullTimeMakeBeliever on ao3 (f!reader)

✨ Armitage Hux

Between the Wars by @mylifeisactuallyamess (f!reader, or gn!reader)

The Crystalline Knowledge of You (series) by @Irma7x on ao3 (practical magic au) (armitage hux, kylo ren) (f!reader) **

Prompts – Hux has baby fever by @mylifeisactuallyamess (cw: children, babies) (f!reader)

✨ Boba Fett

Arise, Ascend (series) by @zinzinina (f!reader) **

✨ Din Djarin

Brown Eyes (series) by @mandelirious (coffee shop au) (modern au)

Distracted by @ghostwiththemostbitch (sex pollen, consensual) (f!reader) **

Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (mand’alor!din) (f!reader)

Like A Moth to the Flame by @the-scandalorian (monster!dark!din) (dark beauty & the beast au) (f!reader) **

Skydalorian (series) (three works) by @celestial-alignment @Celestial_Alignment on ao3 (din x luke) **

The Mand’alor and the Jedi (series) (four works) by @theunacknowledged on ao3 (general)

You got me flowers? by @writingforcurrentobsessions

Prompts – ‘you deserve better than what you've got’ & ‘you're not at war anymore you could come home’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Kylo Ren

Mornings by @starsandroots (sir ren universe) (supreme leader!kylo) (wife!f!reader) **

Sparks and Embers (series) by @paper-n-ashes, paper_in_ashes on ao3 (kylo ren x ofc, poe dameron x ofc) **

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

Daybreak by @zinzinina (cw: semi public sex) (tpm!obi) (f!reader) **

Dust to Dust, ii by @avarkriss (f!reader) **

The Language of Flowers (series) by @huffle-pissed (medieval au) (knight!obi)

Like Turning on the Light by @full-time-make-believer (f!reader) **

Made in the A.M. (series) by @strwrs @kittfisto on ao3 (gn!reader)

The Morning After by @scribble-dribble-writes

The River by @kittfisto on ao3 (gn!reader) **

Skin & Bones, ii by @hellotherekenobi **

Soft Family Fluff, ii, & iii by @forever-rogue (dad!obi wan) (wifef!reader) (cw:children)

✨ Padme Amidala

Stay In My Memories (series) by @blxckmccn on ao3 (kenobi series) (inquisitor!f!reader) (canon divergence, lost memories, love triangle) (obi wan, anakin skywalker, darth vader) **

[link under anakin skywalker ^^]

Prompts – Padme is feeling overwhelmed by taking care of the twins, Obi Wan is there for her by @labyrinth-runner (obidala)

✨ Paz Vizsla

Soulmate Prompts – your soulmate’s name appears as a tattoo by @ohheyitsokay (f!reader) **

✨ Poe Dameron

Back by @roanniom **

How We Fall by @uwingdispatch (gn!reader) **

It’s Always Belonged to You by @im-poe-dameron (f!reader) **

Quiet by @the-little-ewok (f!reader) **

Ten, Eleven, Twelve by @foxilayde (f!reader) **

Prompt – ‘I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.’ by @disabledameron (gn!reader)

ROGUE ONE

✨ Cassian Andor

A Story of A Princess by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (cw: children)

Departures by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (pre-rogue one)

Enemies to Lovers Prompt, ‘What do you want?!’ ‘You!’ by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

Steam, Domestic Intimacy Prompt, by @poeticandors

Tell the Galaxy A Tale by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor & leia organa)

There Will Be A Time by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (canon divergence, post rogue one)

Unfaltering by @uwingdispatch (cw: chronic illness, pain, ptsd, implied sexual intimacy) (gn!reader) **

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

Sunshine State (series) by @brewsterispunkk (f!reader) **

Words Unsaid, & Help From An Old Friend by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader)

✨ Frankie Morales

Back on Your Feet (Fries & Peaches) by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

The Flamingo & The Fish by @the-blind-assassin-12 (writer’s iron chef)

Frankie…Frankie from Across the Street by @icanbeyourjedi (f!reader) (cw: ptsd, fireworks, drinking, food) **

Paper Planes, ii by @hopeamarsu (soulmate au) (f!reader) **

Prompt – ‘I know you probably hate me right now, I get it.’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Santiago Garcia

Prompts – ‘I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you’ by @dailyreverie (cw: alcohol)

✨ Will Miller

Wisteria & Moonlight (series) by @artemiseamoon (werewolf au, priestess!ofc) (original characters) **

** be sure to check out part two for moon knight, pedro pascal characters, & more multi fandom recs 📖

#star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #rogue one fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #pxk monthly fic recs 💫#pxk monthly reading list 💌

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silver-pieces · 1 year

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a messy writing update

Okay okay okay so I have 9 fics ready or in their final edit, plus an additional 14 unwritten, all of which I want to post this month. Is that a lot? Yes. Am I going insane? Haha, yes! 😃

Below the cut is a list of the content you can expect on here in the coming weeks of December, starting Monday 12th (unless I have a brain freeze or meltdown or something. It could really happen at any moment! 😅)

Mandalorian's Mercy Pt9 (Alpha!Din x (afab) omega!fem!reader)

Chase Her Down (Vampire!Selina Kyle x gn!reader)

Andor Bingo: Escape (Mon Mothma x librarian!gn!reader)

4 x Marvel Girlfriend May fics (Days 14-17)

You Will Beg Part 2: She Loves It (dom!Wanda x (afab) sub!fem!reader)

The Catch (Paz Vizsla x (afab) princess!fem!reader)

And depending on what else I get written, the remaining 14 fics I want to write & post this month:

5 x MGM fics (Days 18-22)

4 x Andor Bingo fics

Mandalorian's Mercy Pt10 (finale!)

You Will Beg Pt3 (finale!)

An Untitled Fennorian x OC Request

An Untitled Okoye x Reader Request

An Untitled Christmas Fic for a Pedro Pascal character I haven't written for before 👀

Thankyou for sticking around and I hope you enjoy watching my impending madness unfold in fic form 😌

#sil's writing updates #i am DETERMINED to finish MGM. Yes I know it's December 😭#I am so looking forward to the final two parts of Mandalorian's Mercy!! It will be so fulfilling to finish and yet so sad.#definitely more Din content planned!!#and You Will Beg?? UGH I'm nervoussss but I love what I've written so 🤷🏽‍♀️ we'll see!!#the Paz fic might be my longest one yet 🙈 and I love it so much #& Andor Bingo is gonna destroy me. I love these characters so much!! I hope I do them justice #the prompts are amazing #and I can't wait to write this Fennorian fic!! its been going around my head for months aaahhhhh #he deserves more love and attention 🥰#the okoye fic is gonna be fun too 👀 hehe #ahhh so much to write and post and do and i just needed to hype myself up for it all!! 🥰

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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Okay you have no idea how excited I was to see that you're open for requests! I love your Mando stories so could I please request my big boi Paz? I'd love to witness you do magic with prompts : 14 (bodyguard AU) and either 49 (fake marriage)/63 (mistaken for couple)/80 (green-eyed epiphany) *can you tell I couldn't decide* *I'm a Libra* *I do apologize*

Im honored that you love my mando fics and that you got excited about me opening requests 🥺💕Also, as a Sagittarius sun and moon, I relate on not being able to make decisions 😔, but I have a great idea for:

14. Bodyguard AU

63. Mistaken for Couple

80. Green-Eyed Epiphany

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x GN!Reader

Words: roughly 2k, woops

Send me some AUs/Tropes??

Note: So I just wanted to start this off with what I'm thinking about this mash-up, like whats going on and the situation. A little backstory/world building, if you will. So, im seeing this as after the tribe on Nervarro scatters after the fight with Grogu, Din, and the Stormtroopers. Paz is by himself and in need of work for credits, to both support himself and save up for when/if he is reunited with his tribe he can help rebuild and contribute. That leads him to a small midrim planet that is pretty divided. You are the head of the government, but there is a group of people who keep trying to kill you and harm your supporters because they want the "true ruler" to be in your place. Said "ruler" is part of a bloodline of radical tyrants that had been controlling the planet until around the same time the empire fell, their downfall resulting from being too involved with the empire. SO, the head of your defense team brings in Paz to protect you, because not only is he a big scary dude covered in big weaponry and armor, but also because you keep insisting that all the soldiers and guards should be protecting the people not you, so bringing in Paz was his little loophole. Now on to the story!

You were not happy with this arrangement, and you had told the head of your guard just as much. You didn't need a protector, it only showed your rivals that you were scared of what they were capable of, that they had the possibility to win this war they were waging. The man- the mandalorian that had been hired was unfazed by your indifference towards him, always just trailing silently behind you look just as menacing as mandalorians were said to be. It was easy to tell that he knew his way around a variety of weapons, it was easy to tell that he had been through battles and suffered their consequences. And it was easy to tell that this job seemed to be a bit boring for him. He didn't have any excitement, most days the mandalorian was stuck following you throughout the capital building, attending meetings that he could care less about, standing guard to your study as you paced around in thought. Nothing much happened, but as time went on and the war worsened and the threat of your rivals loomed over your head you started to notice that the mandalorian would do little things that shaved a little of your stress away, or would brighten you day if only a little. Little treats would show up on your desk, or cups of teas or caf just the way you liked them, walks through the garden would result in a vase of flowers- handpicked and cut with a sharp knife at an angle, delicately- placed in your room. The first time you broke down in front of him, the stress of loosing nearly an entire village not far from where you were to the grievous ways of your enemies broke you to the point of sobbing hysterically and the mandalorian surprised you with his gentleness, as he softly grabbed your arms and made you look up at him, his blue helmet staring down at you as he said, "You will get past this...you...you are a good leader, you care for your people more than yourself, and in the end, that is what will have you coming out on top."

After that night, something changed between the two of you. Instead of following behind you silently, you started walking beside the mandalorian, in meetings instead of letting him stand silently behind you, you started asking his opinions on the battles or if he had any suggestions to help combat. The two of you got closer, and you weren't sure when, but eventually you found yourself calling the mandalorian a friend, and you liked to believe he thought of you as one as well, he at least trusted you enough that he told you his name, which you only used in the private of your quarters or study during your late night talks. When you started to show signs of the stress becoming too much, or that you were nearing another breakdown, he would gently lead you away from whatever you had been doing. More times than not he lead you to the gardens and sat you down as he would tell you stories of his childhood or of his people and culture. One evening, he went as far as to set up a little spot for you to relax and eat a little snack with tea, to give you time away from everything, to give you a break from holding your home on your shoulders. It had been nice, and it helped you clear your thoughts, the gesture had you smiling fully for the first time in months, and it was one that was not quick to fade. As thanks, you had asked Paz what you could do, to which he only replied, "Seeing you smile is enough." So you did, you smiled at him and gently reached out and placed a kiss on the cheek of his helmet.

The smile Paz had gifted you stayed for a few days, your people noticed the happiness and it it seemed to affect all of them, each person growing their own little smiles. Melancholy still hung in the air, but you felt like you had the energy and will power to deal with it now. But as all good things must end, this happiness was ripped from you, when the head of your guard rushed into a meeting with the delegates of the planet, his face was crumpled in worry and he whispered apologies as he reluctantly handed over a letter addressed to you. Your heart pounding, you opened the letter only to freeze at the sight of a photo taken of the moment that had only radiated happiness until now, staring down you only saw yourself pressed close to Paz’s form with lips pressed against his helmet. The moment now felt tainted, and you felt sick to your stomach, the happiness that was shown in the picture gone, only replaced with pure terror. Glancing at the man stood before you, he took the picture and flipped it before handing it back with a somber look. On the back, in deep red ink and scratchy handwriting read:

Now, do you really think courting a mandalorian is going to protect you from your death by my hands? Ill make sure to kill him in front of you so you have to watch as he falls.

Yours loving,

The True King

You hadn't even realized you were shaking, nor breathing heavily, until a gloved had reached into very and took the note away from you. You watched as Paz looked the note over before passing it back to your head guard. He told him something, but you could not hear as your eyes started ringing. Gently Paz helped you stand, before leading you away from the meeting. You didn't care where he was taking you, at that moment you couldn't think straight, couldn't get past the thought of, how did they get so close to take a photo without anyone noticing?

After the letter had been delivered Paz took care to never leave your side, he became more overbearing and involved with planning your schedule. No longer were you allowed in the gardens, or outside for that matter, for the time being, Paz only really allowed you to go to your quarters, your study, and the meeting room. You didn't fight him, too tired from the lasting conflicts and worry over what would happen next. A month went by, and everything quieted, the attacks stopped, and it almost felt like your enemy had gone into hiding. You didn't relax though, the note still whispering in the back of your head. Paz found himself often sleeping in the chair beside your bed, after too many nights of having been awoken to you yelling out his name and finding you rushing to his room to reassure yourself that he was safe.

Then it happened. You knew the quiet was only leading to something, but you weren't prepared to be a woke in the middle of the night to Paz scream to you. It had been the first night you had been able to fall asleep and stay asleep without nightmares of Paz’s death, but you were only thrown into a different nightmare as your eyes few open and you saw Paz fighting off an attacker. You yelled for you to run, and as you hesitated he only growled your name and told you to go, so with a heavy heart you did, you ran. All around the capital you could seem fires burning and hear your guards fighting with silhouettes your tired eyes could not make out in the low light of night. You did not know where to go, only letting your feet carry you, only stopping when you were out of breath. Looking around, you found yourself in the garden, feet from where you gave Paz the soft kiss, the memory still churning out a small amount of happiness, but quickly turned sour once more when the grinning face of the man you loathed most in the world stood from the bench hidden in the shadows.

"My dear, I was hoping you'd come here. I know you are especially fond of the gardens, most certainly this area."

"What do you want Alun? Why wouldn't you stop this fighting? People, my people, our people are suffering!"

He scoffed and turned to look at the city burning around you both. "The people deserve what they are getting for forgetting their true leaders. And you for forgetting what you once were."

"Stop this. You are doing nothing but destroying the planet!"

Alun turned to look at you, small smile curling onto his hate filled face. Slowly he reached out and placed the rose he had picked behind your ear, the thorns pricking your skin, one digging in enough to make a drop of blood run down your ear.

"When I have control again, and we are again together, things will go back to the way they were. I promise you, love. You just need to stop fighting me."

Disgust formed on your face as you stepped back, "We may have been engaged before you fell, but I never loved you. I was forced into that position by you and your father, and I do not regret being apart of how he and you fell from grace. I will never stop fighting you."

"Oh, but I love you, and I will have you, my love."

"Not if I have any say," a voice growled from behind you. Whipping around, relief flooded you at the sight of Paz marching towards where you stood. He was covered in blood from fighting, but seemed like he was uninjured himself much to your relief. But he seemed angry, livid almost as he pushed you behind him, standing toe-to-toe with Alun. "If you want them, you will have to get through me, and I will not stop fighting until my dying breath for them," Paz’s words settled into your chest, warmth flowing through you as the next few second moved in slow motion. Paz reached out, before Alun even had a chance to grab for his weapon. Paz lifted him like a rag doll to his height, making direct eye contact, before growling out, "because I love them, and you will never have them."

And with that said, Paz simply slammed his forehead into Alun's forcefully knocking him unconscious, then carelessly dropping him to the ground where he laid unmoving buise already forming on his forehead. Paz then turned to you and reached for you, but you simply flung yourself onto him. "You're okay, i was so worried, I didn't want to leave you, I was so scared that something would happen and that Id...."

"That you'd, what cyare," Paz whispered as he held you close, arms wrapped around you as if he'd let go and you'd disappear. Looking up and into his helmet's visor you were quiet for a moment, before speaking up softly, "I love you too... I thought I'd never get to tell you that I loved you."

Gently, Paz pressed his forehead against your own, before whispering, "You don't have to worry. I'll always be around to protect you. And," a teasing note coming out in his voice making you smile, "You can tell me how much you love me anytime you want. As long as you don't have anymore previous fiancés out there professing their love to you. I don't think I could hold back from ripping off their heads like I did just now."

Giggling you shook your head, "No more love professions, I promise. Only yours matter."

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ezrasarm · 3 years

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You want Paz requests? I’m in love with the man, I think of him all the time.

Did you ever experience someone telling you they like you as a joke when you were a kid?? I definitely did.

I can imagine big strong thicc man Paz telling me he has feelings and would like to court, and me just getting upset because I think someone put him up to it as a joke. I’d legit cry. Little bit of angst, some fluff when they talk it out, the whole nine yards

Real Love, Baby

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x Mandalorian!Reader

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: Bullying, kids are cruel, probably some emotional trauma, a smidge of violence, angst, a sprinkling of fluff, a lack of proof reading because I’m ✨impatient✨

A/n: Oh man I had my own brand of emotional manipulation back in the day but that’s the worst, I’m so sorry that happened to you but we’re gonna turn it around in here! Hope this is what you were looking for! Cue “Real Love Baby” by Father John Misty!

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Having grown up in the covert alongside him it felt like you’d known Paz forever. You didn’t get the chance to speak much or work together often anymore but you had always thought those formative years together had given you somewhat of an understanding of one another.

Believe it or not Paz wasn’t always as popular among the covert as he was now. He was big and clumsy as a child and didn’t know how to control his emotions. You had both been made laughingstock in all the school yard games, the butt of every joke. You doubted he even remembered it now, how you two had been forced to look out for one another back then. There was still one time you couldn’t get out of your head when after being humiliated in front of just about the entire class he had beaten up the kid who had asked you out only to laugh in your face the moment you stuttered out a yes. He had endured the punishment for once again losing his temper and starting a fight and he’d done it for you. You had never known how to thank him properly for it.

Since then he’d been deemed useful by the tribe. He’d gained their respect through brute strength and growth of character and now he practically ran the place. He was compassionate and strong willed, brilliant with children, a provider if you had ever seen one and a surprisingly good leader. He was everything the tribe needed and more which was why you were so taken aback by the words tumbling out of his mouth now.

You paused, unable to control the quiver to your jaw or the way tears had begun to blur your vision as the memories came flooding back to you.

He was supposed to be different. He knew better. And here he was telling you he loved you? No.

“Kriff, Paz I know you’re popular now but I thought at least you would have the decency not to pull this old stunt on me.” You managed to choke out, thankful for the helmet which now at least helped you hide the hurt that felt like it was ripping you up from the inside. The hurt because what he thought of you actually mattered. The hurt because you had worked so hard to push yourself past the phase in your life where you let peoples words cut you deeper than any vibroblade and here he was knocking you right back into it. The hurt because you wanted him to mean those words more than you had ever wanted anyone else to and instead here he was making some kind of sick mockery out of how famously unlovable you were just like all the rest of them had back then.

“And to think I spent all this time trying to figure out how to thank you.” You scoffed, turning on your heel to escape back down the hall.

Paz’s mind reeled. What had he done wrong? He made the mistake of reaching a hand out to grab your wrist—any attempt to get you to stay, to let him figure out what to say, to explain—Bad move.

In the blink of an eye you’d managed to twist out of his grasp and quite literally sweep him off his feet with the collapsible spear that lived on your person at all times. Jabbing it towards him as he attempted to recover from the breath that had been taken from his lungs upon his impact with the floor, you leaned over him, the crown of your helmet almost touching his when you spoke again.

“Who put you up to it?” You managed to grit out trying your best to maintain the upper hand but your voice gave out and you knew even through the vocoder he couldn’t have missed that pitiful gasp of a sob that managed to sneak past your lips.

Realization struck Paz almost as hard as your foot which came to press his chest plate back down when he tried to sit up.

“No one, mesh’la”

“Bantha shit,” you spat out and he felt the words slap him across the face and truly sting despite the visor in between you at the thought that you believed what you were saying. The idea that some stupid little kids back in school had convinced you you were unworthy of love or warmth or affection. For a second he was seeing red all over again. It was like he was back in school watching them poke fun at you for being compassionate and kind and wearing your heart on your sleeve in a way he’d seen no other mandalorian do. You were so strong, and so brave and so real and they’d forced you to bury it, hide it all away so they wouldn’t pick it to shreds. He could see it now, still there, scratching at the surface, bursting at the seams to be free and it made him all the more confident of the words that were falling out of his mouth.

“Don’t let them win.” He said softly, remembering the words you had told him when you were young and the same kids who tormented you kept trying to taunt him into fights they knew he would get in trouble for. A sudden wave of guilt flooded over him at the thought that the only reason they gave you such a bad time back then was to get to him. “You can’t let them control your happiness like this forever.”

“Paz…” the words failed you as the spear went limp in your hand, your shoulders falling and a heavy sigh rattled through your chest. “You can’t seriously want me…” you shook your head, staving off another wave of tears but you didn’t resist him this time when he moved to sit up, nor when he tugged you down to sit in his lap, a large gloved hand guiding your chin so you were forced to look straight at him.

“See that? Those are their words, not yours.” He hummed, a low warm thing full of softness and care that made your heart ache. “And I’d really like to hear your words when I ask you this question.”

A second stretched into another as you grappled with the idea of what was happening. With the reality of what he’d said earlier and the weight that he had actually meant it despite all that you had been convinced of. You allow yourself a hesitant nod, ready for the laughter to start booming from all around you but instead a large warm hand slides beneath the lip of your helmet to brush a gloved thumb against your jaw line.

“Would you please allow me to show you what it’s like to be loved for real?” Paz asks and he can feel the smile that tugs at your lips beneath his hand before you speak in a voice that is yours and yours alone.

“Yes.”

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remmysbounty · 3 years

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good morning my boos!! I hope you like this drabble I wrote last night... there isn’t a specific character I wrote this for so I’m curious to see who you think this would be 🤍

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I love you.

The first time those three words pop into his mind it’s after you’d just punched some guy in the face for getting handsy with a person you didn’t even know but couldn’t help protect.

I love you.

It’s raining- pouring so badly you can’t even see your hand in front of you to be exact- and you’re standing there at his door because he was in a bad place and just needed someone to talk to you. You miss the way he whispers those words under his breath as you quickly make your way inside, while trying to stop your wet clothes from making a mess.

I love you.

Your face has gone warm, and while you laugh at yourself for an old story you still find embarrassing, you can’t help but hide your face in your hands. He wonders if you can see those three words in his eyes when he pulls your hands away, not letting you hide from him.

I love you.

You’re tired. It’s obvious in the way you hold yourself, the way your tone sounds more clipped, and yet you still make him the first priority as you show up at his door once again. Can you feel his love now, as he tucks you into his bed, only wrapping his arms around you because you’d pull a fit if he kicked himself out of his own bedroom?

I love you.

You’d told him about the coworker who’d asked you out on a date, only to surprise him by saying that you’d declined because you already had important plans and even if you hadn’t you weren’t interested. He wonders when you started considering him as an important plan, because you’d always been that since the second he met you.

I love you.

It’s your first official date. Your coworker asking you had spurred him to finally make a move, and once again you surprised him… by saying yes. It feels so normal, unlike every other date he’d been on, even though it’s also slightly nerve wracking for the both of you. He wants to tell you when he drops you at the door, but it’s too soon- he knows it is.

I love you.

Today was a bad day, honestly it had been a bad week. And yet here you are once again, picking up the pieces of him, not because you have to but because you want to- something you continue to correct him on.

I love you.

He was no longer second place to someone. He’s still staring at you, shell-shocked, because not only did you tell him about a promotion offer but also how you refused… for a majority of reasons you say but there’s one that runs on a loop in his brain: I couldn’t let us go.

I love you.

It took a long while, but you’re living together now and there’s no pretending otherwise. The place is so perfectly a combination of him and you, and yet it doesn’t look messy. It reminds him of a puzzle where the pieces of you and him combine to make a masterpiece.

I love you.

He wanted to tell you, only now as he hears you trying to sleep in the other room, he realizes that now wouldn’t be a good time. And yet there you are with the morning light as your companion. I won’t give us up, you whisper, one fight won’t break us. He wonders if now would be a good time- he bites his tongue instead.

I love you.

You beat him to it. And you hadn’t even realized it. You said the three words, and as you look at him with those patient eyes he wonders why he hasn’t repeated them back yet. You don’t have to say it just yet, your hands cup his face softly, I know.

I love you.

When he finally told you, you chuckled softly at him, nodding as you did so. Your eyes telling him exactly what you’d said when you had breathed those three words into existence, you already knew.

I love you.

He wonders if marriage would be the right step for you. You’d already built your home- even if you always tell him that home is where he is- and your family is slowly growing the way you want it to. But then as you enter back into the bedroom, that light that you carry just for him growing the second your eyes lay on him, he realizes you don’t need to- because in a way you already are. You’re already married in everything but name.

I love you.

The two of you did end up getting married, but it was more so that your family and friends could celebrate your love and nothing more. If it were up to the two of you, you would have just gone off and celebrated the way the two of you celebrate everything- by being together.

I love you.

You’re getting older now- you both are. And yet every morning and every night, he thanks whatever almighty presence there is out there for giving him the chance to love you and be loved by you.

I love you.

He’s tired. And yet he doesn’t want to leave your warm arms and soft caress, no matter how badly you whisper to him that he can. He doesn’t want to leave you, no sickness, no pain, no old age could stop him if it meant staying with you. But you’re staring at him with a certain tinge in your eye, and he doesn’t want to hurt you. So just before he closes his eyes one last time, he makes sure to say those three words.

I love you.

You’re so fierce, so strong. He watches you from afar most days, but the days where you are your strongest- the days you let yourself break down only to pick up the pieces- he stands next to you, helps you up and dusts you down. And he hopes that with that soft smile that grows on your face, you know it’s him. Because even if he’s gone, he will never leave you.

I love you.

You can see him again. Touch him. The two of you are no longer old, instead you’re in the prime of your lives- when the two of you told each other those three little words for the first time. And as he looks back, he wonders why he hadn’t said those three little words earlier but also he’s happy they were even said in the first place.

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tailorvizsla · 3 years

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Paz Vizsla Masterlist

[Updated 01/30/2022] Please read all warnings!

Long Fics/Series (15k+ Words)

A Proper Mandalorian Courtship [Complete] Arc One Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | *Ch 6* | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | *Ch 9* | Ch 10 |

Arc Two Ch 11 | Ch 12 | Ch 13 | Ch 14 | Ch 15 (The End) R for canon-typical violence, somewhat graphic injuries, heavier topics regarding death/dying, and explicit language. Probably SFW as there is no sexual content here. Chapters that might be more triggering are in asterisks. A story about Paz Vizsla trying to navigate his faith; various Mandalorian courtship and marriage rituals; and dealing with the fallout of decisions made by others many years ago. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Bite Me Ch 1 | Ch 2 | [Not Updated Regularly]

NC-17 for explicit sexual content, canon-typical violence, and vampires drinking blood.

A Vampire!Mandalorian AU. Rilne, who is known for being stubborn and nosy, gets in over her head when she snoops where she doesn’t belong. Paz Vizsla x f!OC x Din Djarin (+ Paz x Din, Paz x f!OC, Din x f!OC situations).

Urgency Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | [COMPLETE]

NC-17 for explicit sexual content, canon-typical violence, and dub!con content. Also includes a realistic depiction of pregnancy, labor/delivery, and the first few weeks of life with an infant.

Sex pollen has an adverse affect on Paz Vizsla, and you’re the only person who can help him recuperate. Dub!Con warning. There is proper aftercare and discussion of what happened. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Headcanons:

HC Kebiin the Loth Kitten - PG, Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader HC - Paz and Din with a Short SO - NSFW, afab!Reader x Paz/Din Sleeping - NSFW, Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader Domestic Life + First Time With Paz - NSFW, Paz Vizsla x afab!Reader Paz’s Fantasies - NSFW, Paz Vizsla x afab!Reader Paz + Tall SO - NSFW, Paz Vizsla x afab!Reader Paz + Being Asked for Baby (POP) - NSFW, Paz Vizsla x afab!Reader Paz and Din with a Short SO | Paz Vizsla x afab!Reader Sick Day - Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader Sex Pollen/Truth Pollen Blurb - Paz Vizsla x f!Reader Jealousy (Paz, DIn, Armorer) and First Fight (Paz Vizsla) - PG-13 These were combined into one big post because I received multiple requests for the same characters and I didn’t want to clog anyone’s notes with separate posts. All of these are PG13 and safe for work.

Fics:

FIXED IT | [PG-13] This is me fixing Fabro and Felony’s inexplicable and inexcusable actions at the end of The Mandalorian Season 3. Implied violence.

NSFW Alphabet Series | [NC-17] A collection of oneshots for the NSFW Alphabet series, written in ficlet format.

Lonesome No More | [NC-17] A six-month separation leads to a very pleasant reunion between Reader and Paz. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader) Breaking the Rules | [NC-17] Being locked up indoors for long periods of time leads to Reader breaking the rules. The Armorer takes it easy on Reader, but Paz does not. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Yearning | [NC-17] Princessbatears’s winnings for my 100 Follower Giveaway. Paz and Reader share an intimate moment together. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Already? | [NC-17] An ask sent in by clint-aww-no-barton that spiraled out of control and became its own fic. Involves marriage and babies. (Paz Vizsla x afab!Reader)

Dirty Talk | [NC-17] Paz says very dirty things to Reader while in an alleyway. (Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader )

Torture | [NC-17] Paz gets tortured in very nice ways. (Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader )

Daddy’s Little Brat | [NC-17] A cesspit of utter unabashed filth and depravity in which Paz tames his brat of a lover, using whatever means necessary. Read the warnings! (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Home is in Your Arms | [NC-17] Reader, an ex-Storm Trooper, tags along with Paz after she saves his life in combat. Two years later, their relationship moves forward a step. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Aruetii | [NC-17] Reader and Paz have a fight that leads to the dissolution of their relationship. Pure angst. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader)

Business As Usual | [NC-17] Paz breaks the number one rule of being a FWB - he catches feels and realizes it too late. (Paz Vizsla x gn!Reader )

Stuffed | [NC-17] Reader is a Mandalorian warrior who wants to have a baby. Paz and Din take turns with her until she gets knocked up. Rougher than the usual stuff I write. (Paz Vizsla x f!Reader, Din Djarin x f!Reader)

Bucket Buffet | [NC-17] 10k+ words of smut involving Din Djarin, Paz Vizsla, Boba Fett, the Armorer, Captain Rex, Death Watch Mandalorian, Bo-Katan Kryze, Axe Woves, Koska Reeves, Dezha Draldeega (my OC), Kreez Vac (magsgotswags’s OC), and Sadet (magsgotswags’s OC). All but Kreez and Sadet are gender neutral.

A Night of Sexy Sex with Paz Vizlsa | [NC-17] Part of the Bulbous Salutations April Fool’s Day fic exchange. Warning: cringe-worthy euphemisms and descriptions for sex. Enjoy.

Artwork:

When your kid’s a brat #JustBuirThings Paz & His Loved Ones Homecoming Stealing Paz’s Clothes Paz Vizsla and Din Djarin Being Children Paz Vizsla’s Got Tattoos Paz Vizsla, Clan Leader AU Paz Vizsla + Tailor Shooting Shit Paz Vizsla + Tailor Cuddling F!Paz Vizsla Paz Vizsla + Tailor + Baby in Carrier Ragnar Meeting his Future Buir/Paz Meeting His Furture Riduur

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Riding Paz AO3 Link Shibari/Bondage AO3 Link

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cora-vizsla · 3 years

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Hiya!! ☺️ I have a drabble or one shot request for Paz! (Fluff and/or smut or whatever direction you want to take it)

Okayy feels warning: Basically I am in feeling... down lately...and idk, unseen I guess in my current relationship (I feel like we are speaking different languages and so we only end up talking or being able to talk on a very surface level. Ultimately ...there’s just a lack of connection and understanding at the moment) so I would love a Paz comfort or taking care of reader scenario to live vicariously through, if you’re up for it 💕😌

You got it! Hope you like this! If you don’t, please let me know and I'll write something else. Thank you so much for your request :) I wrote this gender neutral because I didn’t want to assume. Hope that is okay!

When Paz finally came in from working on the ship, you were curled up in a blanket by the fireplace. It was a small cabin but thankfully when the engines malfunctioned you were close enough to make it work. The planet was absolutely freezing and without temperature modulated armor like the man close to you, you surely would have frozen to death by now.

“Are you cold, mesh’la?”

You shrugged, not bothering to actually answer him. You heard his helmet thunk onto the table before his heavy steps got closer.

“Are you sick?”

“No, Paz. I’m fine.”

Your voice was much more clipped than you wanted it to be but part of you hoped that he would just leave you alone. You weren’t in the mood to talk nor were you wanting to explain why you were upset. You should have known better than to think Paz would ever let you sit alone sulking.

“Are you hungry? I know I’m hungry.”

You tried to stop the light laugh from escaping you but failed. You saw his face light up at your reaction and he scooted closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. You grumbled but nestled into him regardless. You hissed when your shoulder touched his cold armor, and he slipped the blanket back over you.

“Sorry. I’ll get out of the armor. I forget how cold the outside of it gets.”

You watched him slowly pull all the pieces off his body. It was hard to forget just why you were upset in the first place until he started mumbling in Mando’a. Your face fell so you turned back to the fire so he hopefully wouldn’t see it.

“I saw that, cyar’ika. Please talk to me.”

Your chest tightened at the idea of actually complaining to him. He was doing everything for you. He worked on the ship every day and came inside to keep you company as much as he could. The fire was always warm, and you never went hungry. When he pulled the books out of the ship, he had stashed for you “just in case” you wanted to cry. He was a wonderful man to you. Why was it so hard to just find a way to make him understand how you were feeling?

“I just.. Paz sometimes I feel like we just don’t understand each other. Or maybe we just.. don’t fit together.”

He quickly pulled you into his lap, having you straddle him and holding you close. There wasn’t anything overtly sexual about what he was doing, he really just wanted you close to him.

“I think we fit perfectly, mesh’la.”

You sighed and put your forehead on his chest in frustration.

“That isn’t what I mean.”

You sat back up and he was looking at you intently, his beautiful hazel eyes looking back at you.

“Talk to me. I’ll listen.”

“You’re just this.. amazing warrior. You speak this beautiful language that I can’t even begin to comprehend. You’re so strong and steadfast to your creed. And I’m just..”

“You, ner riduur, are the most amazing person I have ever met. From the moment I saw you, I knew that no one else could ever compare to you. I like being your warrior. I like taking care of you. I like knowing that while I am working hard, you are comfortable in here where it is warm. When I spoke my vows to you, I meant every word I said. Do you not believe them?”

“What? No! Of course, I believe them. Stars, I know that you love me.”

“Then what is the problem? If you are not feeling loved and adored, then I must be doing something wrong.”

“That isn’t even close to true. Please don’t take my feelings as an indication that you’re doing something wrong. I don’t want you to ever feel like that.”

You leaned forward and rest the side of your face on his chest, closing your eyes at the steady sound of his heart. He ran his hands up and down your back gently with the only sound in the room the crackling fire.

“I understand if you aren’t ready to talk, cyar’ika, but when you are, I will be right here. And if I’m not right here I will be outside fixing the ship so we can get off this very cold planet.”

You chuckled at his literal explanation of where he could possibly be. When you sat up again, he cupped each side of your face, gently wiping away the tears you had no idea had even slipped out.

“I guess.. I guess I’m just frustrated at the barriers between us. I didn’t grow up like you.”

“I am glad for that. My life has not been easy, cyare.”

“I’m so weak and soft though.”

“I also like that. You fit perfectly right here in my arms. Wouldn’t be as comfortable if you were wearing armor like me.”

You cracked a smile and shook your head.

“I.. don’t even know your language.”

Your eyes looked down and he gently pulled your face back up to him.

“Is this what is bothering you, cyar’ika?”

“I heard you talking on the ship. I.. I went out to see how you were doing and you were talking in Mando’a. I heard you say my name but you just sounded so.. angry.”

“Oh, my sweet love, did you think I was upset with you?”

You shrugged and looked sheepishly up at him. He let out a roar of a laugh and kissed you gently.

“I could never feel anything but love for you. I was telling the Armorer that we were stuck, and I was worried about you. It’s very cold here and I don’t want you to get sick or hurt because of my stupid ship. You are my entire soul, cyar’ika. Stars, I am so sorry.”

He brushed your hair back and looked at you with so much adoration and devotion you felt your chest swell.

“Though I am upset you went outside in that horrible weather, don’t ever feel like you need to hide from me. I will always listen. I will always love you.”

“Do you promise that you will tell me if you are upset with me?”

“Absolutely, ner riduur. We are in this life together. I am not going anywhere without you.”

You smiled and let him pull you to his chest. He kissed the top of your head and pulled the blanket across you.

“I will also teach you Mando’a.”

“You will?”

“Of course, my love. Anything you could ever want, you have it. Just say the words.”

“What about you?”

“I already have what I need, cyar’ika.”

You sat up, letting the blanket slip down to your waist. He kissed you passionately, tangling his large hands in your hair. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours carefully.

“I already have you. There is nothing else I could possibly want or need. I am yours, eternally.”

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metahigh · 3 years

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Rating: teen and up (READ THE WARNINGS FIRST, PLEASE)

Warnings (for the whole fic): The Angst, slow burn, pining, depression, mention of suicidal thoughts, a few curses, one (1) really vague reference to sex, canon divergences (Razor Crest and Amban Rifle, my beloved), reader has some background and hobbies (it’s spacious for almost anything, though), incompetent use of English, easter eggs and references (can you catch them all?), oh no there was only one bed.

Again, there are NO physical specifics, details or gendered pronouns beyond only mentions of some basic human stuff (limbs, hair, eyes, etc.). It should suit to the majority of readers. NO y/n. It all comes from the nature of the narrative. If I missed something, please, my asks are open.

AO3 /=/ More chapters

Side notes: felt like shit for the past days, but in the name of #7daysnosmutchallenge i decided to ignore my self-deprecation about my writing and participate. @agirllovespancakes Hope you enjoy it! The following chapter is my favourite so far.

WC: 1923

Mando'a translation:

Alor - leader

Ad’ika - little one

Vor entye - Thank you (lit. "I accept a debt")

Me'ven - Huh? What? Expression of bewilderment or disbelief

Additional:

Keldabe Kiss - head-butt “kiss”

Confusion and relief washed him like a waterfall, while the same voice chuckled and added, “The Alor’s been waiting for you for some time already. I thought that little goblin got you killed”.

“He didn’t,” Din was never fond of their dynamic of “manly men” but, unfortunately, once it was established, he didn’t know how to change it into something with less insults, constant pushing and aggressive bickering, which the other man obviously enjoyed.

“Figured,” he snorted back with a sound of a vibro-blade gently tapping the beskar on Din’s chest plate, “Let’s go, she wants to see you.” With a deep sigh, he followed putting the blaster on safe mode and back into the holster.

The tunnel eventually ended in a smooth metal door with no handles or external locks. It opened after Paz activated magnetic key inside his vambrace. “How long did it take you to find us?” the blue giant asked when they entered a wide illuminated corridor with concrete walls and started to pass other doors and arcs.

“Not long,” he grumbled shortly not in a mood for a chat, which only earned another amused chuckle.

“Sure. It’s your first move, right?” Paz said over his shoulder when they took a right turn.

“Second”

“Yeah, yeah. But you were there when we moved to Nevarro. Didn’t have to play treasure hunt, did you?”

In most cases, ignoring Paz only riled him up more, but still Din refused to answer this one, his attention was too much consumed by the glimpses of common areas they were passing where he could see few other mandalorians, some mismatched furniture and even occasional kid. They always kept their actual numbers and location of other kindred hideouts a secret for the most members of the covert to prevent accidental leaks of information. Since Din was outside the covert for most of his time, he wasn’t shared with such delicate facts. Of course, he knew what to say to access his own covert through a network, but that was a common information for anyone, because it couldn’t be used properly without consensual involvement from one of them, and it had special code words in case of hostage, blackmail, torture or other similar situations. His mind worked as fast as it could, after so much time from his last proper rest, to take in all the changes.

From what he saw the layout of the new place was pretty much the same: first open rooms for gathering and meetings, then most probably storage facilities in one wing and various living spaces, class rooms and playgrounds in the other with a forge being somewhere in the middle of the place. So far, the new home was more spacious, much more secluded with no natural light, better air conditioning system, and it even had an official up-front cover, all of which was understandable considering local climate, population and coordinated government.

The corridor they were crossing was symmetrical to another and bended on the right side around the oval room. Above the forge entrance there was the Mythosaur’s skull looking like it was there for ages.

“He’s here as you asked, Alor,” Paz said making him drag his eyes from the metal skull to meet the Armourer.

She were busy, as always, working on a small piece while a kid, who barely reached her shoulders, stood beside and looked closely over her shoulder. His arrival wasn’t acknowledged by her in any way as she continued to carefully hit the metal in a regular rhythm. Paz went to lean with his back on one of the walls, which wasn’t covered in equipment or shelves, and started to sharpen his blade with faying disinterest to the surroundings. Only the kid threw a quick glance at him before going back to the view at hand. Used to her mannerism, he just took a seat at the low bench in the middle of the room facing the forge.

Her golden helmet was brightly illuminated with white fire tails from inside the foundry accentuating little horns with dark shadows. At some point, after alternating between heavy hits with a big hammer and gentle touches with a smaller one, she stopped, lifted the piece to show it to the kid and murmured something to them. The ad’ika listened closely, nodding several times, following with their visor every detail she pointed at while talking. They almost stood on their toes manifesting their curiosity, barely contained eagerness and all-consuming enthusiasm that could possess you this way only in a happy childhood. The sight of them struck a sharp pang deep behind his protective beskar, which he quickly subdued and willed to silence. Now was not the time to grieve for the missed future in an approach of a conversation and explanations he was surely expected to deliver.

Before landing, short idea crossed his mind at a light’s speed – did he really need to come here and with this… “prize”? He could’ve easily just buried the damned thing somewhere, found the most remote and empty planet to die on in an isolated peace ignoring all the nonsense he received unknowingly. In the end of a day, the Galaxy was not just big but incomprehensibly colossal. He didn’t owe anything substantial to Bo-Katan, and he would never call himself irreplaceable in the covert. Now, when his quest was complete, the previous repetitive routine looked pale and barely tolerable in comparison. The endless race from one planet to another, one bounty to another had been draining him for years, but he felt it catch up with him only when he saw Grogu leave for the last time. He couldn’t bring himself to care for anything like he used to with a restless sounds of the beast scratching at his heart from the inside in the background. The thought of abandoning everything and everyone was shoved back to where it came from with tired irritation and annoyance. Fleeing was not his way of dealing with impending difficulties. He was trained and taught to plan them out with caution and mindfulness, go through them with fierce determination and ruthless honour. Never purposefully seek but always be ready to meet death while continuing to fight for his cause until the last breath. That’s what he always did, what his people lived by. It was engraved into his body and soul to guide him when everything else failed and left him blind.

Neon sparks danced around the Armourer’s hand when she was soldering inner wirings back. After assessing her work to be done, she kneeled on one leg to help the ad’ika to put freshly fixed chest plate back to where it belonged and to receive a confident “vor entye” in response followed with a short clink of a keldabe kiss. Finally free to burn some of that accumulated energy, the little mandalorian ran away jumping with excitement. An unexpected recognition eased the tension in his shoulders, the same carefree feeling only born out of different roots: theirs from happiness and his from total lack of fucks to give. Whatever it was, it was going to happen. The stars could start to explode, people go insane, animals talk, the dead come back to life, paralyzed walk and so on. See if he cared.

The Armourer started cleaning her working space, turning the foundry off, arranging her tools in familiar order and still not looking at him. When she was almost finished, Din broke the silence himself, “I fulfilled my quest.” His words were muffled with a sound of closing shelf. She turned her bottomless dark visor to him and keeping the eye contact took a seat opposite to him in fluid unhurried movements.

“Good,” she nodded. Her majestic timbre shortly brought goosebumps to his back. “What did you learn on your journey?”

He swallowed hard around the question. “I learned what I want to pursue in life,” in the corner of his eye, he noticed Paz faltering his idle actions. “But I know it now only because I lost it. And,” he suppressed a sigh. “I can’t get it back.”

After a moment of studying his figure, she explained evenly, “No one and nothing worthy of pursuing could be the same as they used to be in the past since they are alive, vital, meaning forever changing.” She gave him some space to take in what she said before continuing, “Is there anything else weighing on you?”

Din clenched his fists on his thighs. It was burning inside his belt pouch since he entered the covert, almost glowing despite its name. He unclasped the leather and retrieved it to place on the small table between them, “I accidently acquired it while rescuing the child for the last time.” Both of mandalorians’ helmets glued their attention to it.

“Me'ven? Accidently?! Accidently “acquire” the karking dark…” Paz unfolded his arms to step closer and loom over Din in his full height while barking in a mocking tone, until the Alor interrupted him with a more pressing question.

“Did you take it from a slain opponent?” she took it with her gloved hands to have a better look. When he didn’t answer right away, her helmet slightly angled back to him from the saber.

“Yes, but I didn’t know what it was,” though, his last words were overlapped with a wheezing laughter that recreated almost the same reaction from another man he knew, Din continued. “I was told by Bo-Katan that it was something she needed but she didn’t specify how she must get it, until it was too late.”

With Paz slowly coming down from his high in the background, the Armourer was finishing her examination. “Bo-Katan Kryze. A name I haven’t heard in a long time.” Syllables slowly rolled on her tongue as she returned the saber back to the table and brought her visor to him. “You might’ve figured it out already. We do not follow these power centered ideas for they’re misguiding and not essential to our prosperity. However,” she made an emphasis on that word paying a slight turn towards Paz who poorly attempted to suppress his giggles. “Some of mandalorians, who were raised with that perception of the Creed, idolize the darksaber for its,” she paused for a moment, “Rich history as a symbol of unity.” That earned a smirking huff from Paz who started wandering around them in silent anticipation. “What interests me is why is it still with you, if Bo-Katan was there to witness it in your hands?”

“I…We were helped by the Jedi who then took the child in his care,” he shifted barely in his seat under her unyielding gaze, “She told me she was going to challenge me only when I’m recovered from the mission. We agreed upon a date and a place to meet. Then went separate ways.”

She hummed to that, taking a deep breath and asking the final question he was preparing to hear since he found out about the nature of the weapon, “And what are you planning to do?” He looked at it again, lost, trying to find the answer he was sure of at least halfway through. “Are you planning to submit and give it away or bear the new responsibility according to yourself?”

“I don’t know. What should I do?”

“Not should,” she moved her helmet negative, “What do you want to do?”

He blinked a few times at her, trying to gather his loose thoughts, “I don’t want anything anymore,” was his only answer.

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Call of Duty Masterlist

Series:

The Stowaway Master List

Summary:

You hadn't planned on fleeing for your life, jumping planet, and stowing away on a random vessel. Nor had you planned on being employed by a Mandalorian wanted by the empire for kidnapping a random baby, having an Imperial bounty on your head, and tagging along on dangerous bounty hunter missions. Least of all, you REALLY hadn't planned on somehow integrating yourself into the tiny clan of two you found yourself in.

The force moves in mysterious ways, you suppose.

Menagerie Master List

Summary:

Growing up as a child to a legendary house of assassins, you were used to the cutthroat, horrifying reality of the underworld. Yet when the long-assumed dead Boba Fett comes back to life, your life shifts from tribulation to terror.

Fett comes calling on a debt yet to be repaid by your family head. Suddenly you find yourself thrust into a web of lies, handed over as compensation to the new king of Tatooine as repayment for your family’s debt.

Yet the Mandalorian who now sits on the throne is not the monster you thought he would be. Instead, he asks for your aid, and soon you find yourself allied with one of the most dangerous men in the entire galaxy, with only one goal in mind:

Revenge.

Dune Cat Master List:

Summary:

The stare she gave you left no questions about the intent there, gaze keen with interest. Yet it was in the way that a hunter summed up their quarry, noting their weaknesses as they stalked in for the kill. For a moment you felt almost like prey.

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Or: A job offer at Boba’s palace leaves you attracting the attention of a dangerous but seductive huntress

Reverence Master List

Summary:

You had been warned about the man you were to marry, about Paz Vizsla. Brutal, terrifying, a monster.

Yet on your wedding night you come to discover that none of those things are true, that the man who has wed you is in fact the gentlest of giants.

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Oneshots:

Gentle (A Cal Kestis x GN Reader Fic)

As my King Demands (Mand’alor Din Djarin x AFAB Reader)**

Save a Speeder, Ride a Mando (Din Djarin x GN Reader)*

Desert Blooms (Din Djarin x GN Reader)

Cat-Calling (Din Djarin x Reader)*

Heartbeat like Thunder (Cal Kestis x GN!Reader)

Murmur** (Fennec Shand x AFAB Reader)

Homestead (Din x GN Reader)

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Letters from the Stars Celebration

(Note, I didn’t tag these well and this is not a complete collection as I can find all of them)

Favorite Smells (Din x Reader letter exchange)

Words of Encouragement (Prequel Obi-Wan x Padawan Reader)

Love Letter (Din x Reader)

Tatooine Stars (Din x Reader)

Finding the words (Din X Reader)

Grief (Din x Reader)

A Much Needed Break (Din x Reader)

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500 Follower Celebration:

A series of requests in honor of .5k followers

Din playing with your hair

Because I love you, stupid! Confession with Din

"Hello, Sunshine" with Cobb Vanth

Close call with Din

Bath time with Grogu and Din

Distractions with King Bail Organa

Being hunted by by Fennec Shand

Tending to Cal's injuries on Bracca

Seeing the sunset with Paz

Comforting words from Master Obi-Wan

Gentle morning with Din

Covert life with your husband Paz Vizsla

Thursday Night Thots

A series of smut drabbles exclusive for lonely Thursday evenings

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Woodsmoke Masterlist

Summary:

Joel feels like the forest. Enigmatic, mysterious, blotting out hazy light in the canopy of his form. He surrounds you, shields you from the bitter wind, holds you within his protection with a rustle of branches, a whisper of leaves.

"Stay. I've got you. I'll keep you safe. Don't think I won't."

Bear is the smoke from a bonfire. The maple, sweet scent of him chases across your senses, has you lifting your face towards him, in search of the source. His smile is warm from the flames, chases away the chill of memory that lingers in your bones.

"Take your time. I won't come closer unless you want me to. I'll stay right here until you're ready."

Between them there's you, the flame to set it all ablaze in burning, resplendent desire.

Upcoming Works:

Solder (A Paz x Armorer’s Apprentice Reader Fix-it Fic) Description: As a foundling you were found and taken in by the Armorer as her apprentice, her successor. Growing up along Paz and Din has been difficult in a galaxy that has tried to extinguish Mandalorians. When the Covert is attacked on Nevarro, Paz is given the task of ensuring your safety as one of the few remaining Beskar-smiths in the galaxy. Little do you know that Paz’s mission goes beyond duty, as his feelings for you begin to grow more apparent with your time together

Untitled Cal Kestis x Reader Domestic Piece It’s been years since the crew of the Mantis uncovered and destroyed the holocron leading to force sensitive children across the galaxy. Now, you and your beloved have settled down to establish a hidden covert of adopted younglings, vowing to keep them safe outside the Empire’s clutches. However, a new dark force threatens to put all that you love in the path of danger

Original Content:

Coming soon!

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Family (series) by @laserbrains (jedi) (f!reader)

Victory Prize by @laserbrains (jedi!gn!reader)

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Mysterious Man (series) by @aerynwrites (mob au) (f!reader) **

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Echoy’la by @clydesducktape (f!reader)

Fast Cars And Lightning Bolts & Untitled Racing AU One Shot by @littlemisspascal (racing au) (f!reader)

Hands by @againstacecilia (f!reader) **

Petals by @mandelirious

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Indivisible (series) by @writefightandflightclub (poly au) (finn x poe x gn!reader) **

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If I Asked You To Stay, Would You? By @a-reader-and-a-writer (f!reader)

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Liquid Courage by @laserbrains (gn!reader)

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Certainty by @serkenobi (f!reader) **

Chastity Astray by @laserbrains (gn!reader) **

Distraction and Affection by @clints-lucky-arrow (f!reader) **

Family by @sxftmusings (cw: pregnancy, children) (f!reader)

The Lonely Planet by @thranduilsperkybutt (kenobi series) (f!reader) **

Old Box of Stones (preview) by @serkenobi (f!reader) **

Patina by @leiakenobi (kenobi series) (sex pollen) (force sensitive) (f!reader) **

Reminiscence (series) by @stardust-kenobi (kenobi) (f!reader) **

Reunited by @ithebookhoarder (ex-jedi!reader)

Senate Luxuries by @clints-lucky-arrow (senator!reader)

Skin & Bones (two parts) by @hellotherekenobi **

So We Refuse to Take It Tragically & No Matter How Many Skies Have Fallen by @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories (force sensitive) (f!reader) **

Still Wait For You (series) by @serkenobi (knight!obi) (f!reader) **

Stranded (series) by @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories (afab oc)

Summer Vacation by @serkenobi (uncle!obi au) (f!reader)

To Have and To Hold by @saradika (f!reader) **

To Those We Lose by @kckenobi (kenobi series) (bail organa & obi wan)

prompt – cuddling, whispering words of affection by @labyrinth-runner

✨ Paz Vizsla

All the Time In The World by @maybege (witness protection officer!paz) (f!reader) **

Here Comes the Bride (series) by @maybege (old western au) (a/b/o au) (f!reader) **

✨ Poe Dameron

Let Me Know If There’s Anything I Can Do by @dailyreverie

More Than Friends by @a-reader-and-a-writer (gn!reader)

You Almost Died, And You’re Making Jokes? by @a-reader-and-a-writer (gn!reader)

prompt – ‘faking it, poe sees this as a challenge’ by @budcooper **

ROGUE ONE

✨ Cassian Andor

Our Peace by @uwingdispatch (everyone lives au) (disabled reader) (gn!reader)

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Layla El-Faouly

Under A Golden Sun by @artemiseamoon (f!reader)

✨ Marc Spector

Just Once by @paper-n-ashes (& steven grant x reader) (f!reader) **

Sky And Stars by @softlybarnes

Who Did This To You? by @dailyreverie

prompt – ‘do I really want to know?” & ‘I can't smile at you, I'm mad’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

prompt – ‘trailing kisses from your lover’s lips to their neck’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader) **

✨ Steven Grant

In Your Arms by @losermultifandomidiot (gn!reader)

Love Language by @letterfromvienna (gn!reader) **

Oh, Bollocks by @budcooper (gn!reader)

Talk Deity To Me by @starryeyedstories (f!reader)

Tell Me Love Is Endless by @kesskirata

The Distraction by @letterfromvienna (gn!reader) **

Neighbors and Nightmares by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

Our Lonely Hearts (series) by @artemiseamoon (f!reader, ofc)

Spoil You by @stopdropandsteph (gn!reader)

Stone Heart (series); part two by @magpie-to-the-morning (moon knight) (pygmalion au) (demisexual!reader)

Study Session by @letterfromvienna (f!reader) **

prompt – ‘just five more minutes’ & ‘you’re so easily distracted’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

** stay tuned for part two, fandom fic recs for triple frontier, pedro pascal, bridgerton, tasm, the batman, adcu, marvel, & charlie hunnam 📖

#star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #kenobi series fanfiction #rogue one fanfiction #moon knight fanfiction #pxk monthly fic recs 💫#support each other

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flightlessangelwings · 3 years

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Here is my masterlist of all my fics for Kinktober 2021! All fics are labeled with what type of reader they are and all other warnings can be found on the fics themselves. Obviously, these all contain smut so no one under 18 should be reading or interacting with these fics please! Header made by me!

To stay updated on when I post, feel free to follow my fic update blog @flightlessangelwings-updates and turn on post notifications!

The list I used this year was provided by the wonderful @the-purity-pen and the full list can be found here! Divider made by @firefly-graphics

❤️ = personal favorite

1. Face sitting- Logan Delos x afab!reader

2. Threesome- Din Djarin x fem!reader x Koska Reeves ❤️

3. Ass worship- Bishop Losa x fem!reader

4. Spanking- Angel Reyes x fem!reader

5. Lap dance- Horacio Carrillo x fem!reader

6. Deep throating- Din Djarin x gn!reader

7. Strip tease- Ezra x afab!reader

8. Size kink- Paz Vizsla x fem!reader

9. Lingerie- Loki x afab!reader

10. Hickey/Biting- Santiago Garcia x afab!reader

11. Sleepy sex- EZ Reyes x afab!reader

12. Body worship- Benjamin Greene x fem!reader

13. Edging- Boba Fett x afab!reader

14. Temperature play- Billy Russo x fem!reader

15. Collaring- The Darkling x fem!reader

16. Nipple play- Din Djarin x afab!reader

17. Pegging- Benny Miller x fem!reader

18. Sex work- Pero Tovar x fem!reader ❤️

19. Overstimulation- Frank Castle x fem!reader

20. Sex toys- Thirteenth Doctor x afab!reader

21. Wax play- Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader ❤️

22. Thigh riding- Joel Miller x fem!reader

23. Cock warming- Marcus Pike x afab!reader

24. Slow and soft- Sam Wilson x fem!reader

25. Breath play- Fennec Shand x afab!reader

26. Strap- Captain Marvel x fem!reader

27. Swallowing- Frankie Morales x afab!reader

28. Teasing- Billy Russo x afab!reader

29. Food play- Clint Barton x afab!reader

30. Praise kink- Marcus Moreno x afab!reader

31. Wild card: somnoplilia- Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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Mando May 2021 Week 2 + Day 12

AN: Next prompts are done! I had fun writing this bittersweet ficlet, and I hope you all enjoy reading it! Again this wasn't entirely edited and all LIKES and REBLOGS are really appreciated and help with exposure! Love you all!

Prompts:

Ret’uryce mhi- “Maybe we’ll meet again.”

Mandalorian goodbye, their fate not fixed in fact.

Yaim- Home

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x GN!Reader

Words: almost 1.6k

Summary: You’ve been hearing blaster fire for what feels like all afternoon when things go eerily quiet, and then you here a thud outside your door followed by a heavy knock.

Warnings?: gunfire/fighting mentioned, angst, soft Paz

The day had started as any other. You'd woken up, crawled out of bed and into the refresher for a quick shower, and then headed down to the small bakery you owned and lived above. The day wasn't anything special, no holiday or big event planned, it was just supposed to be an average day.

After heading downstairs to the small bakery that you owned, you grabbed a stale pastry that didn't sell the day before and ate it quickly as you turned all the lights in the store and kitchen and fired up the ovens as you took stock of what you had and needed more of soon. Then you set about measuring and mixing, and once the pie crusts were cut and filled, and the bread doughs were set aside to rise, you went about prepping the small confectionery molds and worked on measuring and melting down sugars and chocolates.

By the time the store opened you counters were filled and there was more baking in the large fire ovens. Admittedly, you had gone overboard with the baking this morning, but it was only because today was the day that your favorite customer would be coming in, a large tower mandalorian in blue armor that you had taken to calling Blue Bird after he had not given you his name and you had noticed the jetpack strapped to his wide back. The mandalorian had also found the nickname funny, chuckling when you had first called him that, saying, "That is a first, no one has given me that name before."

At the time you had smiled, and basked in the fact he had liked the nickname, especially considering it had fueled you're attraction to the man who was softer than he appeared to be. Blue Bird always came in once a month and bought the old baked goods that had not sold and were still editable, as well as completely clearing out your candies with a soft, "The children always like your candies the best."

You always snuck in fresher goodies, knowing that stale bread was nothing to live off of, and the first time you did this had resulted in Blue Bird to try and pay you extra the next time he came in. In the end it only started a game between the two of you and you eventually found yourself giving only fresh breads, pastries, and sweets that you had made that day, or the day prior, saving the older staler things for yourself and to hand out to those unlucky few you came across sitting and shivering in dark alley ways or on corners with cups and hopeless looks in their eyes. You and the mandalorian grew closer over time, seemingly like a force was drawing you together, and while neither of you had made the move to cross into that uncertain area of relationship territory, the both of you knew clearly that the other was fond of them.

As time went on as well Blue Bird explained some of the mandalorian culture to you, though only very basic things. He told you why he could not show you his face or give you his name freely, and you had accepted that fact with a smile, knowing that even without those two things your heart would always long for him. He made sure you were aware of the importance of his armor, and the wars that had been fought with the precious metal. The large man had even gone as far as taking you out and teaching you how to use blaster, all the while telling you how important weapons were to his religion and culture, then at the end of the night gifting you the weapon he had taught you to use, and the gesture was met by a soft look from you and you knowing exactly the commitment and feelings behind the deeply meaningful gesture. There was absolutely nothing you could do to stop your heart from yearning and falling for the man after he showed you the soft, kind side to his hardened warrior facade.

So each month, on the same day you waited with baited breath, watching the door to your store every second waiting for his hulking figure to walk through the frame. And that was exactly what you were doing today, even as you shared kind smiles and words with your other regular customers, you still distractedly watch the door. You knew he never came until it was close to closing time because he liked not being surrounded by people and he liked the privacy of the late hour. Did that stop your impatience, or excitement to see him again, not in the least.

The day absolutely dragged on, to the point that you had only had two customers by the time midday had come and gone and you were starting to wonder if you were going to be counting losses for the day. That's when you heard the muffled blaster fire and your stomach started turning. Blaster fire wasn't exactly uncommon here on Nevarro, but to this extent it was. You were too scared to venture out and look to see what was happening yourself, but it sounded as if every being in town with a blaster had turned up and started shooting. The loud shots echoed off the walls of the buildings, and you thanked every deity that it sounded like the fire fight was slowly traveling away from your small bakery and not towards it.

It felt like the fight dragged on for days, and the shouts and blasters refused to stop as you curled up behind the counter with Blue Bird's blaster clutched in your hands bringing you some comfort. But, after hours of shaking in fear and waiting, the loud noises slowly came to a stop and everything seemed eerily quiet. You still refused to move, not trusting whatever was happening to be over yet, and you took deep breaths to try and calm yourself down. Only after a few minutes of silence you jumped out of your skin as you heard a loud thud right outside your doorway and then a heavy knocking thud. Slowly you peaked your head above the counter to see the top of a familiar blue helmet through the small window that framed the top of you door. You will admit readily that never before had you run so fast to the door and opened it, let alone eagerly pulled in a dirty, post fight warrior before locking the door, but in that second you did just that.

Once he was inside, you finally let your fears engulf you and let tears fall freely down your face. Through blurry vision you saw Blue Bird reach out to you and cup your face tenderly wiping away the tears.

You weren't sure when you closed your eyes, but they shot open when you felt the slightly cooled touch of rounded metal on your forehead and found yourself looking eye to eye with Blue Bird's visor, as he slowly stroked your cheek, and you finally registered the soothing words he was speaking to you. Once the tears had stopped, the mandalorian's low soft and steady voice spoke, "I am leaving, mesh'la. The imperials have found our small covert, and we are also being hunted by the parsec's guild, so we must all leave and scatter ourselves…"

"But- Leaving? You...you'll visit still right?"

"Mesh'la, I don't think I will be able too, at least not for a long while."

You felt you heart cracking at the mandalorian's small admission and you clutched onto the hand that was still on your cheek as you frantically darted your eyes along his visor and breathed out, "Then...then I'll come with you...Just..just give me a second to grab a small bag."

Immediately after saying that you tried to turn out of his arms and rush upstairs but you found yourself mandalorian's arms wrapped around you waist holding you in place and his helmet pressing slightly firmer into you forehead.

"I cannot take you with me, cyare. I will not put you in more danger by you just traveling with me."

"Bu-"

"Please...please don't make this harder than it already is…."

You were crying again by this point, with chest rattling sobs, trying to choke out pleas to convince the mandalorian holding you, but only managing soft wailing noises. Then the scuffle of footsteps sounded outside and you heard him sigh before whispering, "Mesh'la, my darling starlight, you will always be my yaim, my home, the holder of my heart, and I will try everything to come back to you, but I must go now to keep you safe."

You couldn't find it in yourself to do anything but listen as the man you loved said goodbye for what could be the last time, and you felt like your chest was caving in on itself.

"Blue Bird…"

"P-paz, my name is Paz Vizsla, mesh'la."

Feeling another sob make its way up your throat you forced it down so you could brokenly say his name as he squeezed you close on last time before pulling away. You watched unable to move as he took steps towards the doorway to your shop, and after he unlocked the door he turned to you and said in a language you didn't recognize, "Ret’uryce mhi," then you watched himnstep out of your shop, and disappear upwards into the sky, leaving you to sob alone on the floor of your shop.

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