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Blue

Rated E Contains p in v, oral (m receiving), praise kink, language, choking, creampies, multiple orgasms implied, no use of y/n Word Count: 826 Summary: Fortunately for him, you are a respectful Jedi and don’t use the Force to satisfy each others’ cravings

Side story to: Sacrifice

“You shouldn’t be so hard on him.” You say to Paz. Your back was turned as he walks to you, the same stride Ragnar uses. “He’s a child, give him some freedom.”

“Who are you to decide?” He scoffs.

Still with your back turned, you reply, “I care for him too, you know. Don’t think you and the other Mandalorians are the only ones.”

Paz eyed your lightsaber as you spoke. “What color is it?” He asks, ignoring your comment.

“Blue.” You say. You take it out of its sheathe and turn it on. It hummed as you waved it back and forth. “Like your armor.”

Paz tilts his head. “Oh?”

“Yes, and I just so happen to like that color.”

The sexual tension between you two finally broke.

Paz leans down in front of you. From his low and husky tone, you are damn sure he knows what both of you want. “What are you going to do about it, Jedi?”

You turn and look and give him a soft, yet seductive smile. “I don’t have to use the Force to tell you that I want you. And,” you add, gently brushing your lightsaber along his armor, “that you want me too.”

“Turn that damn thing off and let’s go to your ship.” He growls. Obliging to his command, both of you go to your ship and walk behind one of the wings. Once there, he roughly pushes you against it. You land gently by using the Force to cushion yourself. Paz pins you down with one hand, and with the other, runs it slowly down your jaw. He slowly parted your lips, partially lifts his helmet, and gives you a kiss. It was passionate, yet desperate, it had been ages since he kissed someone. His other hand gripped your wrists tighter, making you wince.

“Careful, Blue,” you say quietly, breaking the kiss, “be gentle.”

“Sorry,” Paz apologizes, kissing your neck, “it has been a while.” He lightly grazed his lower teeth on your sensitive skin.

You sigh in content and close your eyes.

He lets you go, puts his helmet back on, and presses his body against you. You catch your breath as you run your fingers down parts of his arm not covered by his armor. You stop in front of his bulge and gently squeeze.

“Jedi…” he moans. “More.”

Smirking, you unzip his bottoms and expose his undergarments, giving you full access to the lower half of his body. You pull them down, kneel on the ground, and take him into your mouth. He did his best to quiet his pleasured moans while holding your hair.

“Maker…that feels so fucking good.” He gave you more cock and smiled behind his helmet. “You look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth.” You hummed in reply, making him thrust faster. “Damn it! Jedi!” Without warning, he came in your mouth. He had his head up, looking at the sky as he finished. After swallowing his seed, you stand up and remove your dark robe, exposing your traditional Jedi outfit. It was bulky but small enough to show off some curves. You motion for him to follow you to the entrance of your ship. He happily does and once the hatch was open, he had you sitting on the entrance facing him.

“You know what would look better?” He asks, separating your thighs with a knee. You shook your head. “Taking these...” he mentions, taking off your outfit piece by piece, “off you so I can revel while I fuck you until you beg for me to stop.” Soon, you are fully naked in front of him. You shiver as his gloved fingers stroke your skin. “You look so soft.” He utters faintly.

“And wet.” You add, bringing him closer. You take his member in your hands and ease him into your welcoming pussy. “All for you, Mandalorian.” You breathe out. Paz held your thighs in place and thrusted.

“All...for...me.” He grunts, increasing his pace and pressure with each word.

The two of you stayed at your ship. Paz takes deep breaths as you ride him. He felt glued to the sand as both of you, in sync, thrusted in and out of each other. You were riding him, and moaning in pleasure as he squeezed your breasts. While supporting yourself with your left hand on his armored chest, with your right you fondle his balls.

In turn, Paz moans loudly and sits up. Pinning you on your robe, he grabs your throat and presses, making you open your mouth. He drained his cum in you. He wanted every last drop of it to be inside just you. “Only for you.” He moaned, “I'm only for you.” Paz briefly pauses. “All of this, all of you,” he gestures, rubbing his dick over your lips. He moved it down from your chin to your pussy. “Is only for me.”

“This is the Way,” you smile.

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Sacrifice

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

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

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

“I don't see how that benefits us.”

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

“Perhaps.” He agreed.

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

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

“This is the Way.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is the Way.”

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

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

“What is it?”

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

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

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

“This is the Way.” You whisper.

“May the Force be with you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn,” you whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is the Way.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop talking like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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