I'll keep it a bit vague, because I am a big fan of your creativity: What about Paz trying his best to get back Din's favor after he bugged him a bit too much? Thank you for everything you write, I enjoy every single word of it!! 😍
Susbshshsjsb thanks for the prompt @o-c-e-a-n-s-o-u-l hope you like it bby, Paz' best is just puppying his way out of trouble 💕💕💕 Younger boys again, before the wars, happy times to combat the sads of the last drabble 💛💙
PDA (The Mandalorian, Din Djarin/Paz Vizla)
"I said I was sorry."
A beat, no answer and Paz knew he was in trouble. "Darling?" He queried, cautious. What he got was Din turning on his heel, index finger jabbing firmly into Paz' chest plate with each word he bit out.
"Don't. Darling. Me. Vizla."
Paz stumbled back, hands raised in surrender with a nervous laugh but Din followed. The larger man felt half his size under a glare he could only imagine was under that visor. Paz cleared his throat, back hitting the far end of the wall. "You're, uh, a bit mad at me, aren't y-"
"Paz Vizla, you slapped my ass in front of our Armorer and fathers."
Din seethed, standing directly in front of Paz, one hand on his hip and Paz would think that were cute if the other hand wasn't holding a dagger to his chin. Paz swallowed, hands splaying against the wall, boots scraping against the floor, involuntarily sliding down the wall to keep himself from the dagger's tip.
"Well, my sister got a laugh out of it, ha ha." Paz tried to breathe out another laugh but the dagger somehow got closer. Another moment of silence and Din spoke dangerously low in that rasped voice. "Your baby sister was there, too...?" He asked and Paz wished he was dead.
"N-"
"Don't lie to me, Vizla."
"She's not going to tell anyone!" Paz yelped when Din grabbed at his collar. "Everyone who I would rather not know was THERE, Paz." Din hissed, sheathing his dagger and then pushing off the wall to gesticulate around the room frantically, angry.
Paz wished he could wipe the sweat off his brow but he got up from his slouched state against the wall. He was able to reach Din without getting a stray fist to the faceplate. He cupped his hands to Din's shoulders and kneaded firmly, the younger's form immediately stilling and then practically melting as Paz massaged him firmly.
"Hey, I mean- It's not like they didn't already know?" Paz huffed a chuckle, rubbing his thumbs at the back of Din's neck. "You're really not making me feel any better, Paz." Din shrugged off Paz' hands, taking a step forward. Paz simply circled around him and raised Din's chin with a finger.
"It was going to happen sooner or later.." he offered, his smile crooked beneath his visor. Din just shook his head and crossed his arms. "Slapping my ass isn't going to get you any closer to my father's blessing." And Paz laughed at that, pulling Din by the shoulder to his chest, arms coming around him in a tight hug.
"Well, just know the way you rung my bell back there definitely got you my father's blessing, I can tell you that," he chuckled, swaying the both of them side to side. "Nearly knocked my helmet right off, cyarika. I know you're eager to see this handsome mug after five years but you've gotta wait."
That earned him another knock hard to his shoulder but Paz held strong until Din's arms came around his back, leaning into the sway. "In front of your little sister, Paz she's eight." Din grumbled and Paz just held him tighter, another laugh rumbling his chestplate.
"She's seen worse."
"What."
"Nothing, beautiful."