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snoopy of the day

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS S1EP1 ↔ S2EP9 (2021-2024) ↳ "I think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away."

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Who in the cast would I ask to bail me out of jail?

Gladiator II Cast Test How Well They Know Each Other | Vanity Fair

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I can't write Comfortember without revisiting my comfort pairing: Mandomera. So here's a little extra moment at the end of Satellites, although you don't need to have read the story to enjoy it: in this modern AU, Din and 12 year old Grogu have recently been reunited and are figuring out how to be a family again. And maybe a trip to Sorgan might help them!

As always, prompts are here if you want to have a look. And the ao3 collections is located there.

Enjoy!

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The kid had been very insistent. And patient. Well, somewhat patient. As in, he’d given him just enough time to be able to drive for a couple of hours without feeling excruciating pain in his right side. Not that he had shared any of that with him – he didn’t need to know. The sooner Grogu thought he was healed, the better. And Din knew he was almost there. After all, he’d been injured a few times in the past, he knew his own body. And yet he still found himself making excuses. ‘Maybe next weekend’ or ‘You sure you checked they weren’t too busy?’ or even ‘I have to work, sorry’. That last one didn’t go over so well, as the twelve-year-old had been quick to point that if he was well enough to work, he was certainly well enough to drive to Sorgan.

No, there was no point denying it: he was dragging his feet. Truth be told, he was more than a little apprehensive. It was a specific kind of unease that the pain killers he still allowed himself some nights didn’t seem to be able to shift. He wasn’t sure the kid realized how he had left things with Omera eight years back. And he didn’t think he wanted to have that conversation with him. Or anyone, for that matter.

Those two months in Sorgan had meant something. And then it had ended in the blink of an eye. He rarely allowed himself to think about that time, but sometimes his mind wandered. Sometimes he just found himself daydreaming. And it was…nice. It was enough. It had to be enough. There was no point trying to recreate something and risk damaging those precious memories in the process. They belonged in the past. And why would she even still –

“It’s settled – Winta’s off for university in two weeks, so we have to go this weekend. She needs the laptop I promised her. They’re free and happy to see us, and Carson said he didn’t need you on a job, I double-checked.”

Grogu had covered everything. Of course he had. Dammit.

“So…can we go?”

That hopeful look in his eyes. Winta was his friend. And after all the shit he’d put him through recently, he owed him that. A lot more than that, really. His feelings had to come second. That was what being a parent was like. Had to be like. Otherwise why bother?

“Sure,” Din replied.

They drove in silence, for the most part. Which he thought was normal until the boy asked him the one question he didn’t want to answer.

“Does your arm still hurt?”

He’d broken his collarbone and right humerus a month or so back. Keeping his arm in a set position for more than ten seconds sent shooting pain all throughout his side. Driving was therefore not at the top of the list of his favorite activities right now.

“It’s not that bad,” he settled on saying – not an actual lie, he was making progress.

“Are you nervous about seeing Omera again?”

That previous question about his arm hadn’t been the worse he could ask him – this was. He floundered for an answer and missed the tiny smile on Grogu’s face.

“You shouldn’t be,” his son added before he had time to come up with something remotely truthful. “Winta said her mom was looking forward to seeing you, too.”

And?

Silence.

“Oh?” Din attempted a few seconds later, to no avail. He wanted to know what she had said exactly. But he didn’t want to have to ask. Din focused on the road again. Tried to, at least. Let the pain in his side distract him just enough.

“And she’s probably nervous too, you know. It’s been a long time.”

Din greeted his teeth and clasped the steering wheel a little tighter. Was it too late to turn around?

“Yeah,” he breathed. Eight years was an eternity. This was stupid. He couldn’t let himself hope for a happy reunion. She wouldn’t still –

And yet when they finally reached the old house at the end of the long wooded track an hour later, the pain in his side completely eclipsed by an overpowering feeling of doomed anticipation, Din felt his heart settle. When he saw her face he knew.

Yes, she still did.

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Eat. Swim. Fly.

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woe, my gosling be upon ye

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Since this week is the five year anniversary of The Mandalorian, I will stick with this fandom and Din & Grogu, but I do want to explore more in the future.

I have written a couple of anmnesia fics in the past, but never one where Grogu is the one suffering from it, so here goes!

As always, prompts are here if you want to have a look. And the ao3 collections is located there.

Enjoy!

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Grogu was safe, it was all that mattered. When he’d wake up, he would no longer have that suspicious and weirdly distant look in his eyes. He was fine. Physically at least. And that...witch, or whatever she had been, hadn’t had time to mess up with his mind – or hopefully not too much – before Din had found him and rescued him.

“Sleep tight kid, we’re heading home,” he whispered, more to himself than to the still bundle, who was down for the count and would be for a while yet he guessed, as he set the Crest’s nav to Nevarro.

Din tried not to come up with too many scary scenarios, but it proved difficult and prevented him from getting some of the rest he also desperately needed. What if something was very wrong? What would he do?

But the answer was easy – everything. And that settled his nerves somehow.

The kid predictably woke up just as they were landing. He didn’t say a thing. His huge eyes now displayed curiosity rather than fear. He could work with that. Maybe he was still a little groggy. Maybe he’d been drugged. Maybe…

“Wanna go rest some more in your room? I can warm up some soup for us as well if you want.”

Still no answer. Din made to exit the cockpit but Grogu wasn’t following him. Maybe he was just tired, he concluded, picking him up. He felt the little shape tense then settle. Something was definitely not right.

“We’re home, you’ll see,” he said, trying not to show his worry.

But the kid didn’t see anything. They toured their small house. The two small bedrooms. The kitchen. The fresher. Their immediate surroundings. The pond he liked so much. No reaction. The child remained silent in his arms. His eyes looked but didn’t see.

With a shuddering sigh, Din eventually sat him down on the counter and decided he was probably hungry. Food always helped. The little one observed him closely as he quickly and efficiently prepared a small meal. But there was still no recollection there.

Din sat across from him and removed his helmet, unthinking. This wasn’t anything new, he always did that when it was just the two of them in their own home.

“Ah!” said Grogu – this was his first vocal reaction since he’d rescued him. Din tensed, expecting more, but the kid simply blinked up at him, his huge eyes roaming over his face.

“Hey, it’s just me,” he whispered.

It was now harder to hide his growing fear. And his discomfort at being observed so closely by someone who now behaved like a total stranger.

Stop thinking like that, he admonished himself. That’s still your kid no matter what.

“Drink up before it gets cold,” Din said as calmly as he could. He made sure his hands didn’t shake, and lifted the bowl to his lips. He didn’t taste the soup at all.

Thankfully, the boy decided he should copy him, and he even made an appreciative ‘mmmh’ sound as he sipped his dinner. It was his favorite, and Din always made sure to have some in the deep freezer.

“More?” he inquired, and Grogu nodded. That was progress, right? Even better, food seemed to evoke something in him – or at least Din hoped so – a marked interest.

His stomach full, the child grew bolder, and started exploring the house on his own. Din wanted to stay close, but he wondered if maybe his memories would come back to him more easily if he left him to his own devices. But then what the hell did he know? This was all new to him. Sure, he’d bumped his head a few times and forgot the events immediately preceding the injury but long-term amnesia? That was different. And very, very scary.

The kid kept looking at things but not seeing them. Playing with toys he had no idea had been his for years. Making sounds he had grown out of, as they’d evolved into simple but understandable words. He still grew tired just as fast, though. And complained just as loud when forced to go to bed.

It would go better tomorrow, Din decided. And if it didn’t, well… They’d take things slow. He seemed perfectly healthy at least, and the suspicion had disappeared from his eyes.

Din sat outside on the porch but kept the door open in case Grogu called for him – would he? The evening was cool, the sky darkening – any other time, this would be a peaceful moment for him. One he often shared with his son when they were home. But the stars held no interest to him that particular night. He had to decide what to do. Come up with a plan.

He knew what he was supposed to do. If the child couldn’t be his apprentice anymore he needed to report to Mandalore and ask for guidance. Await a new mission. Would he be given the opportunity to start again with him? He hadn’t used the Force since his rescue, did he still have ‘it’, whatever it was? Should he take him to Skywalker instead? Or find Ahsoka, who had somehow disappeared?

Din took a deep breath in and crossed his arms over his chest – it was getting cold, perhaps he should close the door. But he wasn’t done thinking yet.

No, he liked neither of those solutions. Because both ignored one basic fast – Grogu wasn’t just his apprentice, he was his son, he’d adopted him. He was meant to take care of him. No matter what. For as long as he needed. All his life if required. Because who was he if not Grogu’s father? After all they’d both been through? All that they’d lost?

As he slowly closed his eyes, he came up with a plan he liked better – Grogu’s memories were in there somewhere. He knew it. He’d recognized the taste of the soup earlier, and maybe even the sight of his face. It would take time, but he was sure he would be able to remember everything, he just had to help him get there. And for that, they’d have to visit a few places. See a few people. The ones that had really mattered. That had left a trace.

The next morning, as he was debating whether they should start with Tatooine or Sorgan and drinking the required amount of caf for someone who had slept around 3 hours in the last two days, he realized he should perhaps decide on a nap instead.

“I’m HUNGRY dada, I want BREAKY!” announced Grogu as he jumped on his regular stool with a happy shriek.

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Are those your parents?

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First look at ANDOR, SEASON 2 | Premieres April 2025 (source)

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I made cute literary postcards for owlcrate you can buy here!!

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The Mandalorian, Chapter 1

Original release date: November 12, 2019

Happy 5 year anniversary!

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You summon storms and play with nature Now watch it hurt you

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"You look like a Fink!"

From Jakob Jensen on Twitter

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Update! The collection has been created here on ao3. Feel free to post your fics/drabbles there! :)

hello! thank you for the mini challenge! are you going to create an ao3 collection for it?

Hello! If people participating also post on ao3 then why not! But I might wait until the challenge is done to do so. :)

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Nothing weird about you two.