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𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: EXPLICIT

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Evan MacMillan (Trapper) x reader. (Philip Ojomo // Wraith).

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: This happens in HOY universe.

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 1.435

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: Missgendering. R//pe play. Everything is consenced.

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Predictable (The Mandalorian, Din Djarin/Paz Vizla)

"Little one." He says and Paz fumes.

He grits his teeth and crossed his arms, turning his head and attempting to block out Fett's voice. He focuses on Din's instead, but the flame of jealousy that's been licking at him spontaneously combusts at how interested the hunter's voice sounds in response.

"Verdika." Paz hears and he swivels his seat around and away with an audible huff. Din's vambrace clicks behind him and the youngest Mandalorian hums that soft, content little sound. "Calibrations updated. It's been a while, thank you," he says and Paz practically slumps grouchily in his seat.

"My pleasure, Din'ika."

Paz is ready to shoot off the seat at that one but the next has him throwing his seat back around. "Upkeep your hardware, cyarika, always and you'll never lose."

He meets Din's visor, but all he can really notice is Fett's gloved hand over Din's and how close their helmets are. Paz' hands grip the armrest, about to get up, but the eldest speaks up, his voice rolling, gravelly and low, right against Din's audial. "Credits already deposited, sweetheart," he purrs, "Really thought the hunk would last longer than this."

"He's possessive," Din hums back, visor never leaving Paz' and the big guy near staggers back at the rare smirk in Din's voice as he continues. "Predictable, but sweet."

Fett chuckles, thumping his forehelm to Din's audial and raises himself from his place beside him, tapping his knuckles under Din's chin. "Quite the handful, baby boy," he chides, and Paz prickles in mixed emotions of rage, embarrassment, and curiosity when Boba comes to stand before him and gives him a glance up and down. Paz postures, predictably and the older man shakes his green helm, almost affectionately and hums a laugh once more as he makes his way towards the door to the ship's cabin.

He rustles in a pocket and flicks a credit in Din's direction and Paz feels his pride physically leave his body. "Comm me if you need assistance wrangling him in, little one," Fett tosses over his shoulder and Paz jumps when he feels fingers twine gently between his own, Din nestling against his side, precisely where he knew belonged.

"That won't be necessary." He replies and Paz barely hears the door hiss shut, doesn't hear Boba's laugh because Din is looking right at him. The infantryman gulps, unable to take his eyes off that silver clad face. "Did you-" he chokes, clearing his throat and then attempting to continue. "Did you bet Fett that I'd get jealous?"

Din tilts his head one way.

"In a timeframe of five minutes, hmm?" Paz finally breathes a laugh when Din raises his chin. "I gave you six," Din whispers and Paz smiles brightly under his visor, wrapping both arms around his hunter, raising him up and nuzzling the crests of their helms together.

"And, if I may, how many minutes did he bet?" Paz queries in another whisper.

"Ten." Din answers.

"And how long did it actually take?"

Paz could hear another smirk in that lovely rasp, his own smile unrestrained when Din answers.

Younger boys are always fun to write, thanks for the prompt anon, enjoy 🎀

Blush (The Mandalorian, Din Djarin/Paz Vizla)

"What are you doing all alone out here?"

Din looked over his pauldron, the tension easing from his shoulders as Paz approached him quietly. "Mmmh.." he simply hummed, "You know I don't like crowds." And that was the understatement of the century.

The mess hall was currently bustling with action, a Life Day celebration gone awry when alcohol came into the equation. Paz came to stand beside him, leaning against the balcony railing, looking over the horizon and the setting sun. "You could have pulled me aside," he whispered, one of his wide palms pressing delicately to the small of Din's back.

The younger shrugged his shoulders, but shifted closer, oh, so slightly. "You seemed to be having fun," he countered. A shiver ran up his spine when Paz' hand cupped his waisted and tugged him flush to his side. He rested the crest of his helmet to Din's temple, having to lean down considerably and that made Din's heart flutter beneath his beskar.

"Not as much fun as I have with you, mesh'la."

That was a purr if anything and Din's body prickled again. Paz was rather attentive, taking notice of all of Din's mannerisms, how he held himself and right now, he was practically squirming in his boots, shy under simple words and gentle touches.

Paz Vizla, of course, seized his opportunities without mercy.

"You're so cute." He chuckled and Din was immediately pushing a hand to the older Mandalorian's visor, but Paz held firm. He turned Din's body to face him, fronts now flush, his hands encompassing Din's waist to hold him steady. "Am I that charming or do you just have a painfully obvious praise kink, sweetheart?" Paz cooed, right in Din's audial and the hunter near melted to the floor.

"The latter, hmm?" Paz teased, the smirk clear in his voice.

"I could say the same thing about you, Vizla." Din growled, wriggling in Paz' grip half-heartedly before depleting his energy rather quickly and settling in his hold, his hands to Paz' upper arms. "Come on, Djarin, you can prod at my kinks better than that," Paz laughed, knocking their helmets together as he bent and twirled Din around to the music still coming from the venue below them.

Din finally gave in, whining his frustrations and hiding his visor in Paz' chest plate, his arms wrapping around his back. He felt Paz shifting, still chuckling his amusement and Din only opened his eyes when he felt calloused fingertips brush below his helmet. He gasped quietly, looking up from his hiding place and immediately melting into the palm cupping his freshly shaved jaw.

A thumb stroked tenderly over his cheek, lingering, and Din felt the vibrations of Paz' rolling timbre through the contact.

"You're blushing, Din'ika." Paz simply hummed, still continuing to sway the both of them along to the music. Din felt his flush deepen at that, but for once he didn't let his embarrassment take over. He just nuzzled into Paz' glove free palm, holding him a little tighter, dancing just a little closer, basking in the moment.

"When I'm with you, I always am." He admitted, raising his helm and sighing contently when Paz pressed their crests together. "Good," the older man said, "I'd like to keep it that way.. Always, if you'll have me." Din smiled brightly behind his visor, eyes closed, happy as he raised his arms around Paz' shoulders, nodding slowly.

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."

Introspection (The Mandalorian, Din Djarin/Paz Vizla)

Their gloved hands brush and Din takes notice.

He feigns indifference, but his body shudders. He reunited with him months ago, he shouldn't still feel this way. But he does, and he notices. He notices, he remembers how big those hands are. When they enclose around the entirety of his wrist, yanking him back from a beam of blaster fire. When his nape is squeezed, soft words of rest coming from a rumbling timbre, much too temptuous for him to ignore.

When he's stepped out of line, when those hands make his upper arms bruise as he's pushed against a wall. When sense is knocked into him and those same hands soothe the ache they themselves created. When his huge body curls tight around him, shielding him, protecting him from the world, whispering his devotion, his love, his need. How physical Paz is, and how alone Din realized they both were.

He can't imagine how Paz made it, locked underground for years in that covert. Din doesn't know how he survived without him. He'd feel Paz' eyes on him, when he'd come to deliver his reward, count the cost and then flee from his scrutiny. Early years, Paz would approach him, confront him, attempt to pick up the pieces the purge left behind. Din would not allow him and with every failed attempt, Paz took the hint.

Din's heaviest regret was losing him.

So much so, that that night on Navarro felt too much like a dream. Paz wouldn't come for him, Din thought, but then he did. In all his glory, alor'ad, infantryman, Mandalorian, and proud. Din didn't think he'd ever see him again after that, but unknowingly, he was hunted. He was tracked, found and saved once again by this blue armored knight he was in love with so many years ago.

And he's fallen all over again.

When their forehelms touched for the first time in a decade. When his body was pinned in spar, when he was breathless and the warmth between them was too much, so overwhelming. And even now when Paz' did nothing but caress his knuckles or rest his chin to his shoulder, Din realized just how starved he was. He was lost without Paz' presence and it took getting him back to notice.

Another ficlet like Deprivation on AO3, exploring the time after the purge and before the covert on Navarro. Paz and Din were in the same unit, hardened soldiers, the relations between them tense and uncertain so this ones a bit angsty the way Deprivation was. Still soft though, hope you enjoy anon! 💕💕💕

Distance (The Mandalorian, Din Djarin/Paz Vizla)

They were separated from their unit several hours ago.

The farther they trekked, the sun sunk lower, the temperature dropping fast and the snow crunched below their heavy boots. They hadn't said a word to each other as they walked, seeking shelter which they found in a small chasm etched into the side of a massif.

It was a tight fit, just enough leg room to keep apart, but the break from the biting winds was more than welcome. They sat opposite each other, Din taking first watch near the mouth of their shelter. He brought his cloak around himself, legs pulled to his chest beneath and chin resting on his knees, keeping his gaze away from his captain who curled to himself on the hard rock for rest.

The storm raged on through the night, Din's eyes growing tired behind his visor. In these conditions, he doubted any being would attempt an attack on them. He stretched his legs out and turned, finding his captain in the same position as before, a faint rattle coming from his general direction making Din tilt his head in curiosity.

He glanced outside one last time before getting to his knees and slowly crawling towards his comrade. The younger could immediately hear his shuddering breath, could see how tightly he held his limbs to himself, pieces of his thick armor rattling together as he shivered. Din pursed his lips, heaving a little sigh for bravery and reached forward to place a gloved hand to a navy pauldron.

His wrist was immediately caught, gripped painfully in one large hand but Din didn't make so much as a peep. He simply tilted his head as his captain stirred from unconsciousness, his grip loosening, relaxing once more with a strained grunt. The larger man attempted to rise, but Din kept his hand firm to his shoulder to keep him down.

"Verdika.." he mumbled, exhaustion in his low voice. Din leaned a little closer, his hand moving slowly down his quivering arm, squeezing lightly at the man's bicep and shifting him onto his side. "You're cold, alor'ad." Din whispered, hands reaching behind him to unhook his own cloak from around his shoulders. His captain didn't answer, but his huge body tensed once more when Din pressed closer.

"You don't have to-" he bit out quickly, but Din ignored him. He drew his cloak behind the larger man's body, fitting himself flush against his front, and laying the remainder of the material over his own body. "Djarin-" the larger man gasped when Din tangled their legs together. "Din." A choked groan when Din nestled one thigh between thick legs and then huge arms came to wrap around his back in surrender, closing the distance between them.

"Paz.." Din sighed and he was pulled as close as humanly possible. Their armor scraped slightly and body heat filled the spaces. Din hummed softly, nestling his helm at the crook of Paz' neck, rubbing his hands up and down the larger man's side to warm him. His shivers died down quickly, fingers bunched into the material at Din's back and hard face plate digging into Din's collar bone but he didn't mind. A moment or two passed, silence between them aside from heavy breaths when Paz' voice rumbled through Din's audials.

"You never could hide your warmth." He simply stated in a sugar sweet timbre that reminded Din of their pasts, that they weren't always these hardened shells of men. Their hearts were there somewhere, they'd forget them in this cave in the morning, but right now, Din's hammered in his chest as he curled impossibly closer.

"I'm tired," he murmured, dark brown eyes closing beneath his visor, unflinching when leather clad fingers fit gently under the side of his helm. "I know," Paz said. Fingertips stroked delicately at Din's jaw, thumb brushing his cheek and chin. He didn't open his eyes when Paz' forehelm pressed to his. He knew if he looked, he'd want. He'd want and what he wanted was always sure to be taken away from him in this life of uncertainty and violence.

So he held them shut until Paz' helm returned to his shoulder. He let loose a breath and brushed a hand at the back of his captain's helm and simply held him. "Get some sleep, little one," Paz hummed the order and Din relaxed against him. He begged for the moon to not fall, so he may feel a semblance of happiness, if only for the night.

But morning came quickly and with the sun, his warmth was gone.

Dear, @tvlovesfandom I don't think you had an AU in mind for this, but it happened and I ran with it 😳 I've been doing yoga and it has done wonders for my mental health, I'm sure it would help our firey boy Paz through his own issues. It helps to have a hot instructor named Din Djarin.

Thanks for the prompt bby, hope you enjoy regardless 💕💕💕💕

Center (The Mandalorian, Modern AU, Yoga Instructor! Din Djarin / WealthyFamily/Rich Boy! Paz Vizla)

"I'd appreciate it if you'd stop staring at my ass, sir."

Paz' entire face flushed red, his legs turning to jello before collapsing under his weight and onto the yoga mat below him. Meanwhile, his instructor gracefully found his footing, sitting cross-legged before Paz and tilting his head, hands to his knees. "We've been at this for three weeks, Paz." He said, voice rasped but curious. "This course was designed specifically for your management by your father, at least try not to waste his money."

Paz bristled at that, but Din's voice rang through his head. "Pull focus." And he calmed, as this instruction was meant to accomplish. Anger management be damned, at least this training was physical. Better than being stuck in a room with a therapist. Unfortunately, his instructor was unbelievably handsome, tactful, but stoic. Paz was so used to getting what he wanted, it was unnerving that the younger man hadn't fallen into his lap during their first meeting.

It was Paz himself that fell head over heels that day, butterflies and all.

Din on the other hand seemed indifferent, and, if anything, that's what made Paz' affection for him grow ten fold. He wasn't fawned over, he was pushed to his limits and then brought back down with breathing exercises and then literally pushed face down again into downward dog.

"When I said to focus, I didn't mean on my tits, Vizla."

And that had Paz swooning, falling back to the mat, arms out to the side and mind reeling. "C'mon, honey, you know I don't mean to," Paz groaned and he could see Din shift in the large mirrors beside them, a smirk quirking Paz' lips. That little nickname always seems to get him. The smirk was slapped right off his face at Din's next firey quip.

"I'm sure you don't mean to pitch tents either, I'm just sane enough to ignore them."

Paz' hands immediately flew to his crotch and the rough chuckle he got out of Din at that made his embarrassment completely worth it. "So you're peeking, too, Din'ika? How unprofessional," he snorted and he's never felt this light with anyone else. Maker, he's falling hard.

"Unbelievable." Din groaned, rolling his head back and crossing his arms over his chest. "You don't deny it," Paz purred back and he received an annoyed huff in return.

"Back to center, Vizla."

And Paz sat himself up, looking directly into those dark brown eyes, a challenge in his own steel blue. "At least take me out to dinner first before eyeing the package," he blurted in a chuckle and he got a foam block directly to the forehead which just made him laugh harder.

"I could say the same to you, jerk."

"Not on the first date, sweetheart." A wink. And finally a flush rose beautifully to warm cheeks and that sealed the deal in Paz open heart. Their session bell rang and Din rose quickly from his mat, planting his palm on Paz' forehead and shoving him onto his back again as he passed, Paz smiling the whole while.

"Session's over. Namaste, asshole."

Paz just grinned, looking at Din upside down. "Hey, wait a minute, where do I meet you for dinner?" He called and Din turned on his heel, hands on his hips. "We'll meet you here, put that big kitchen of yours to use for once."

"We?" Paz rolled onto his side, knowing exactly who Din was referring to. "I'm bringing my kid." He stated, matter of factly and Paz preened at that. "Wherever I go, he goes." And with that, Din turned the corner from Paz' personal work out area. He leaned his cheek into the palm of his hand, unable to wipe the smile off his face, heart going a mile a minute, feeling better than he has in years. It felt like he's known this man for a lifetime.