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[pastel0rchid]

Hi! I just wanted to check in on you, is everything alright? Haven't heard from you for a while.

After all, I haven't seen a new fic of yours since last year!!! (srry i had to make at least one new year joke 😅)

As always, luv u byeee ♡♡♡♡

Oh my goodness, hello!

It has been a while, Fries (I love New Year humor so thank you for that 💕). I’m so sorry that I didn’t get to your last ask or that I haven’t uploaded anything in quite a while.

Over break, I got to spend much needed time with family, but I also had to do a few training courses for student teaching.

Which started today!

While I want to update soon, it will be very hard to tell when I’ll have the time to even touch my computer. I’ll be in a classroom Monday-Friday from 7:30-4 for the next 15-16 weeks, basically like an actual teacher.

I promise I’m not abandoning this account or my stories! But there will definitely be bigger gaps between uploads.

I’m so sorry to everyone that’s been waiting so patiently, and I hope you’ll be okay with waiting just a little while longer.

And Fries 🫶🏻 thank you for showing me so much support and love, you and your comments (as well as everyone else’s) have been what’s kept me going.

Till we meet again, my friends! (hopefully with the next update of ‘A Gift from the Gods’) 💕

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Hewo, how are you?

I for once am so happy for having a few days off.

😄❤️

Hello! I’m doing pretty well, thank you for asking!! 💕

Days off are the best, especially after a stressful time!

I hope your days off are very relaxing!

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GURRLLL MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! I HOPE YOU GET EVERYTHING YOU WISHED FOOORRRRR

❤️❤️🎄

MERRY CHRISTMAS, FRIES!!!

I'm sorry it's a bit late, but thank you!

I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and that you received everything that you wished for as well! ❤️

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I was thinking.. IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS!!!

Are you excited as well? 👀👉👈

Hi, Anon!

I'm so sorry I missed this, but yes! I love Christmas so much. It's one of my favorite times of the year!

I hope you had a wonderful Christmas! <3

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Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! ♡♡♡

Awwww! Thank you so much! <3

[pastel0rchid]

You are simply so sweet, like, I haven't met anyone here on Tumblr that's nicer than you. The way you awnser everyone and just the way you act overall, it's hard to explain, but you are the best.

Hope everything you ever want in your life works out just fine, you deserve it cuz ur great ♡

(P.S. you write so well its crazy)

Oh, Fries!

That is the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me 🥹🥹

I’m just a simple college student that likes to write little stories. You and everyone who reads them are the best supporters I could’ve ever asked for 💕💕

You’re the best, Fries, and I’m so grateful for every heart and comment I receive from you 🥰

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BAD DOG IS BACK YEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!

AND JOHNNY IS THERE TOOO OMMGGGGG 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

It's back!!!!

I loved having Johnny make an appearance!

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Hi everyone! Quick little update!

For those who have already read chapter two of "Bad Dag," I am just letting you know that I changed the ending a bit. I switched the word 'lips' to 'fingers'.

I had some deep thought and realized I didn't like how it rushed things, so hopefully, this will flow a little better.

Thank you all so much for the support already! <3

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Bad Dog (2)

Shifter!Simon Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Anxious thoughts

Author's Note: Hello, everyone! I apologize if this chapter isn't my best work, I'm not too proud of it, but I did like the direction that it's taking. Thank you so much for your patience as I get to feeling better <3

Previous Chapter .~.~. Next Chapter

It was time to go shopping.

You stand in front of the front door, planted in your spot as you stare at the golden knob. One turn and you’d be greeted with the outside world. In your hands, you grip Ghost’s leash, the rough texture digging into your palm, the slight pain keeping your mind from wandering too far.

You twist and turn the leash between your fingers, the dog it was supposed to be attached to sitting off to your side, watching with a tilted head as you just stand and stare at the door.

What if he was out there? What if he was waiting for the right moment? When you finally had your guard down, would he strike?

Are you letting yourself get too comfortable? Too secure in what you had perceived as safe?

Your shoulders tense up as your grip tightens on the leash, lungs aching with desperate need for air after unconsciously finding yourself holding your breath as you just stare at the door.

A small nudge against your thigh shatters your thoughts, a shaky breath finally filling your lungs with a slight sting. Blinking rapidly, you look down towards Ghost, who had shifted himself closer towards you and nudged you with his snout. His brown eyes stare up at you while his nose remains ever-present against your thigh. A reminder that he was there.

His eyes held an emotion you couldn’t fathom a dog comprehending, the twinge of worry that swirled within them something you had never seen from a canine companion.

His eyes almost looked… human.

Ghost huffs and nudges your thigh again when he doesn’t get a response, the warmth of his breath felt through the pair of jeans you wore.

Right.

You had Ghost now.

Taking another shaky breath to steel your nerves, you give a small nod before beginning to gently attach the leash to the white collar you had gotten for him. You ignore the slight tremor in your hands, the small struggle you had with looping the chain, you ignore it for the better.

“I know,” You mumble softly to Ghost, “I’m being silly, aren’t I? Why be afraid of the boogeyman when I have you to protect me now.”

A small smile appears on your lips as you gently ruffle the fur on top of Ghost’s head, earning another signature huff from him. The wag of his tail though counters the annoyed look he sends you, and you can’t help the small chuckle that escapes you.

It was okay. Everything would be okay.

Ghost was here now.

—

Your hands grip the handle shopping cart, pushing it down the narrow isles with Ghost’s leash looped around your wrist. The canine himself walked as close as he could to your side without tripping you.

It was always so loud in the grocery store, so packed that you felt like you were in a can of sardines. Your eyes flick between the shelves on either side of you, taking in the stock before reaching out and plucking what you need into your cart.

Ghost moved around your legs with a precision you hadn’t expected, never once getting in the way to where you would trip over him or his leash. His ears pointed in alert while he covered whichever side another shopper would pass by, putting himself between you and them with his eyes locked in their direction. 

It was almost like he was assessing whether they were a threat or not.

You begin to wonder if he was trained as a service dog with the way he was acting. The nudges and the perfected circling, it was all so methodical and precise. Maybe he used to be a service dog for a soldier. It made the most sense with how he was doing all of it without being told to.

Continuing your path through the different isles, you feel yourself relaxing more and more in Ghost’s presence, knowing that he was watching out for you in all directions.

“Ah like yer dug.”

A heavily accented voice suddenly speaks up from behind you, the cereal box in your hands almost dropping as you quickly turn to look at the man with widened eyes. The man that stood before you was intimidating, his stature towering over you in a way that flickered unpleasant memories of the past.

His piercing blue eyes stare into your own, a glint of mischief flashing through them as he glances between you and Ghost. The sides of his hair were buzzcut, but the top had been left to grow in a mohawk.

“Ach, sorry, ah didnae mean tae gie ye a fright, lovey.”

His words jumbled together in your mind, reeling from the small fright you had been given as you tried to calm the racing heart in your chest. Your grip on the cereal box loosens ever so slightly before you place it into your cart, your eyes glancing between the stranger and Ghost, only to find the canine’s tail wagging slightly while he looks at the stranger.

Ghost was calm.

It was okay. It would be okay.

“It’s alright,” You respond to him in a soft tone, your voice having a barely noticeable quiver as you look up at him. You didn’t know what to do, having not expected somebody to come up and speak to you with Ghost by your side.

“Whit's yer dog's name?”

Damn, he was really going to try and have a conversation with you.

Gulping down your nerves, you look down at the dog by your side, sitting straight and still beside you with the only movement being his tail slowly wagging. If Ghost wasn’t on high alert, you begin to realize that maybe you shouldn’t either. Taking a small breath, you look back towards the man with a small smile.

“His name’s Ghost.”

“Ghost, eh?”

The name seemed to cause a smirk to tug at the corner of his lips, that same glint of mischief appearing briefly once again.

“It suits him well.”

You give him a nod in response, not knowing how to continue the conversation, watching as the man reaches forward to ruffle the fur on the top of Ghost’s head. A huff is what the stranger receives, a small nudge in return before he pulls his head back, shaking it slightly.

Ghost’s brown eyes finally look back up at you, a deep ‘boof’ resounding from his chest before he nudges his snout against your thigh.

Right, your groceries.

Clearing your throat, you look back at the stranger, observing him for a few more seconds. It was still a little strange how easily Ghost took to him compared to everyone else that passed by, maybe it was because he was the only one to actually try and talk to you. Even then, Ghost’s demeanor had calmed significantly when the stranger talked to you.

The man suddenly holds his hand out towards you, an offering to shake. You stare, reluctant before slowly reaching forward and grabbing his hand in greeting. His hand was warm, encompassing your own as you felt how rough it was. He must do a lot of work with his hands, something labor-heavy.

The man smiles at that, shaking it a bit rougher than he probably intended.

“Ma name's Johnny, it's nice tae meet ye.”

With a small response of ‘likewise,’ you skirt around telling him your name, not feeling the most comfortable with giving it out at the moment. Pulling your hand back against your side, you give Johnny another lookover before turning and pushing your shopping cart away from the conversation before it can continue any longer.

You rush through the rest of your shopping trip, your mind occasionally traveling back to the Scotsman that had come up to you so easily, even with a large wolf-dog at your side. You glance down at the canine as you basically speed-walk towards the check-out area.

Ghost seems less uptight this time as he trots beside you.

—

Dinner had been another quick endeavor.

A simple pasta dish for you and a bowl of meat and veggies for Ghost.

You had triple-checked the locks on your doors and windows, you’re mind still trailing to that man that you had met in the store. Johnny.

He was strange, seeming almost too eager to talk to you about your dog.

Now dressed in a tank top and sleep shorts, you lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling as you think. Ghost’s head rests against your stomach as he lays beside you. Your hand absentmindedly runs through his dark fur, the motion becoming a comforting habit for you.

Maybe you were just looking too deep into the situation. He was probably just interested in your dog, especially seeing as Ghost was a wolf-dog. Yeah, that had to be it.

Taking in a small breath, you shift onto your side, Ghost grumbling at being interrupted from his sleep before he adjusts himself to where his nose was shoved up against you. He huffs as his body relaxes against you, effectively causing a calmness to come over you as well.

Flicking off the lamp, the room is surrounded by a calming darkness, the events of the day making your mind desperate for rest. The only sounds you hear are the whirring of the fan above and Ghost’s breathing. The noises lull you into a dreamless sleep, one you haven’t had in quite some time.

You barely feel the brush of lips against your shoulder, your sleep-addled brain chalking it up to a figment of your imagination.

After all, Ghost was here.

It was okay. It would all be okay.

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Bad Dog (2)

Shifter!Simon Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Anxious thoughts

Author's Note: Hello, everyone! I apologize if this chapter isn't my best work, I'm not too proud of it, but I did like the direction that it's taking. Thank you so much for your patience as I get to feeling better <3

Previous Chapter .~.~. Next Chapter

It was time to go shopping.

You stand in front of the front door, planted in your spot as you stare at the golden knob. One turn and you’d be greeted with the outside world. In your hands, you grip Ghost’s leash, the rough texture digging into your palm, the slight pain keeping your mind from wandering too far.

You twist and turn the leash between your fingers, the dog it was supposed to be attached to sitting off to your side, watching with a tilted head as you just stand and stare at the door.

What if he was out there? What if he was waiting for the right moment? When you finally had your guard down, would he strike?

Are you letting yourself get too comfortable? Too secure in what you had perceived as safe?

Your shoulders tense up as your grip tightens on the leash, lungs aching with desperate need for air after unconsciously finding yourself holding your breath as you just stare at the door.

A small nudge against your thigh shatters your thoughts, a shaky breath finally filling your lungs with a slight sting. Blinking rapidly, you look down towards Ghost, who had shifted himself closer towards you and nudged you with his snout. His brown eyes stare up at you while his nose remains ever-present against your thigh. A reminder that he was there.

His eyes held an emotion you couldn’t fathom a dog comprehending, the twinge of worry that swirled within them something you had never seen from a canine companion.

His eyes almost looked… human.

Ghost huffs and nudges your thigh again when he doesn’t get a response, the warmth of his breath felt through the pair of jeans you wore.

Right.

You had Ghost now.

Taking another shaky breath to steel your nerves, you give a small nod before beginning to gently attach the leash to the white collar you had gotten for him. You ignore the slight tremor in your hands, the small struggle you had with looping the chain, you ignore it for the better.

“I know,” You mumble softly to Ghost, “I’m being silly, aren’t I? Why be afraid of the boogeyman when I have you to protect me now.”

A small smile appears on your lips as you gently ruffle the fur on top of Ghost’s head, earning another signature huff from him. The wag of his tail though counters the annoyed look he sends you, and you can’t help the small chuckle that escapes you.

It was okay. Everything would be okay.

Ghost was here now.

—

Your hands grip the handle shopping cart, pushing it down the narrow isles with Ghost’s leash looped around your wrist. The canine himself walked as close as he could to your side without tripping you.

It was always so loud in the grocery store, so packed that you felt like you were in a can of sardines. Your eyes flick between the shelves on either side of you, taking in the stock before reaching out and plucking what you need into your cart.

Ghost moved around your legs with a precision you hadn’t expected, never once getting in the way to where you would trip over him or his leash. His ears pointed in alert while he covered whichever side another shopper would pass by, putting himself between you and them with his eyes locked in their direction. 

It was almost like he was assessing whether they were a threat or not.

You begin to wonder if he was trained as a service dog with the way he was acting. The nudges and the perfected circling, it was all so methodical and precise. Maybe he used to be a service dog for a soldier. It made the most sense with how he was doing all of it without being told to.

Continuing your path through the different isles, you feel yourself relaxing more and more in Ghost’s presence, knowing that he was watching out for you in all directions.

“Ah like yer dug.”

A heavily accented voice suddenly speaks up from behind you, the cereal box in your hands almost dropping as you quickly turn to look at the man with widened eyes. The man that stood before you was intimidating, his stature towering over you in a way that flickered unpleasant memories of the past.

His piercing blue eyes stare into your own, a glint of mischief flashing through them as he glances between you and Ghost. The sides of his hair were buzzcut, but the top had been left to grow in a mohawk.

“Ach, sorry, ah didnae mean tae gie ye a fright, lovey.”

His words jumbled together in your mind, reeling from the small fright you had been given as you tried to calm the racing heart in your chest. Your grip on the cereal box loosens ever so slightly before you place it into your cart, your eyes glancing between the stranger and Ghost, only to find the canine’s tail wagging slightly while he looks at the stranger.

Ghost was calm.

It was okay. It would be okay.

“It’s alright,” You respond to him in a soft tone, your voice having a barely noticeable quiver as you look up at him. You didn’t know what to do, having not expected somebody to come up and speak to you with Ghost by your side.

“Whit's yer dog's name?”

Damn, he was really going to try and have a conversation with you.

Gulping down your nerves, you look down at the dog by your side, sitting straight and still beside you with the only movement being his tail slowly wagging. If Ghost wasn’t on high alert, you begin to realize that maybe you shouldn’t either. Taking a small breath, you look back towards the man with a small smile.

“His name’s Ghost.”

“Ghost, eh?”

The name seemed to cause a smirk to tug at the corner of his lips, that same glint of mischief appearing briefly once again.

“It suits him well.”

You give him a nod in response, not knowing how to continue the conversation, watching as the man reaches forward to ruffle the fur on the top of Ghost’s head. A huff is what the stranger receives, a small nudge in return before he pulls his head back, shaking it slightly.

Ghost’s brown eyes finally look back up at you, a deep ‘boof’ resounding from his chest before he nudges his snout against your thigh.

Right, your groceries.

Clearing your throat, you look back at the stranger, observing him for a few more seconds. It was still a little strange how easily Ghost took to him compared to everyone else that passed by, maybe it was because he was the only one to actually try and talk to you. Even then, Ghost’s demeanor had calmed significantly when the stranger talked to you.

The man suddenly holds his hand out towards you, an offering to shake. You stare, reluctant before slowly reaching forward and grabbing his hand in greeting. His hand was warm, encompassing your own as you felt how rough it was. He must do a lot of work with his hands, something labor-heavy.

The man smiles at that, shaking it a bit rougher than he probably intended.

“Ma name's Johnny, it's nice tae meet ye.”

With a small response of ‘likewise,’ you skirt around telling him your name, not feeling the most comfortable with giving it out at the moment. Pulling your hand back against your side, you give Johnny another lookover before turning and pushing your shopping cart away from the conversation before it can continue any longer.

You rush through the rest of your shopping trip, your mind occasionally traveling back to the Scotsman that had come up to you so easily, even with a large wolf-dog at your side. You glance down at the canine as you basically speed-walk towards the check-out area.

Ghost seems less uptight this time as he trots beside you.

—

Dinner had been another quick endeavor.

A simple pasta dish for you and a bowl of meat and veggies for Ghost.

You had triple-checked the locks on your doors and windows, you’re mind still trailing to that man that you had met in the store. Johnny.

He was strange, seeming almost too eager to talk to you about your dog.

Now dressed in a tank top and sleep shorts, you lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling as you think. Ghost’s head rests against your stomach as he lays beside you. Your hand absentmindedly runs through his dark fur, the motion becoming a comforting habit for you.

Maybe you were just looking too deep into the situation. He was probably just interested in your dog, especially seeing as Ghost was a wolf-dog. Yeah, that had to be it.

Taking in a small breath, you shift onto your side, Ghost grumbling at being interrupted from his sleep before he adjusts himself to where his nose was shoved up against you. He huffs as his body relaxes against you, effectively causing a calmness to come over you as well.

Flicking off the lamp, the room is surrounded by a calming darkness, the events of the day making your mind desperate for rest. The only sounds you hear are the whirring of the fan above and Ghost’s breathing. The noises lull you into a dreamless sleep, one you haven’t had in quite some time.

You barely feel the brush of fingers against your shoulder, your sleep-addled brain chalking it up to a figment of your imagination.

After all, Ghost was here.

It was okay. It would all be okay.

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Serendipity (6)

Din Djarin x Modern!F!Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: None that I can think of

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm so sorry that it's been so long since my last update, between school and my own health, it's just been a crazy time. Sadly, this is more of a filler chapter before delving into the next episode (hehe, I'm so excited)

Previous Chapter .~.~. Next Chapter

The fast flashes of the blues and whites of hyperspace slowly become hypnotic as you gaze at the window, gently bouncing Bean in your lap while he continues playing with the little silver ball Mando had given him.

Everything had happened so quickly in just the past day.

From falling asleep on the couch to waking up in a television show that you watched with your dad to almost being choked to death by a robot.

You didn’t even have time to grasp what had happened to you.

Closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the seat, you wish for nothing more than to be back on that couch, listening to the playful jabs between your mom and dad, smelling the apple-cinnamon scent your mother seemed to love.

But you’re not.

You’re stuck in hyperspace with a Mandalorian and an alien baby. You’re stuck in a television show with no possible solution to getting home. You’re just stuck.

The slowly growing warmth behind your eyelids and the tightening of your throat indicate the oncoming tears that threaten to spill

A small tug in the back of your mind could be felt, akin to a growing headache. There was the pressure of it, but no pain. It was strange, something you had never experienced before. Not long after the pressure had started, a three-fingered hand placed itself against your arm, and a feeling of calm and concern washed over you.

Your eyes snap open at the feeling, the whites and blues that filled the space merging from the unshed tears that were quickly wiped away from one of your hands.

Bean is looking up at you with a worried gaze when you eventually look down at him. His hand resting against your arm and his adorably large ears folded back like they did when he was concerned.

For such a young-acting creature, he seemed to be very in tune with emotions.

That warm wave washes over you again, enveloping you like a hug from your mother, squeezed against her body like she always did when you wrap your arms around her in return.

You can’t even find you want to cry at the thought, your body surrounded in tranquility.

Keeping a staring contest with Bean, you feel your breathing slowly beginning to calm down, the unshed tears drying until all that’s left is a redness that wasn’t there before.

You know it was him, the emotions he seemed to convey through touch. It seemed to happen almost every time he placed his little hand against your skin.

Something shifting suddenly reminds you of the third presence among you, the Beskar-clad figure breaking the little staring contest you found yourself having with the creature in your lap, both of your gazes moving to look over at him when he spins his chair around to face you.

You now find yourself staring at the visor of his helmet, wondering how he looked underneath, what he was feeling underneath the metallic helm he wore. You kick yourself for not searching up the actor that had played him in the television show, or really anything about the show in general.

It might not have helped in the long run anyway, the previous expedition had been the plot of the most recent episode. You had no idea what was to come, no way to prepare yourself for what might happen to the child in your lap or the Mandalorian sitting across from you.

“You need medical attention.”

It’s all Mando says before standing from his seat and walking over towards the hatch of the ladder, signaling you to follow with a simple flick of his hand.

The trek to the hull was quick, just a simple exchange of Bean between arms (which he fussed about slightly) before Mando returned up to carry you down as well.

You watch as he sets you down before beginning to dig through some of the nearby crates, Bean standing beside your feet. His little hands grip the fabric of your sweatpants while he watches the Mandalorian as well with a tilt of his head.

The more you stand where Mando had placed you, the more you begin to realize how much your neck and shoulder hurt. The blaster wound had been opened twice today from being roughed around and the strangulation marks throbbed in agony in just the memory of that robot. Once again, you find yourself wishing this was all a dream just so the pain would end.

Mando turns to face you again, setting a few things on a table before walking over and handing you a bundle of cloth.

“Here, it’s not much, but it should fit better than what you’re wearing now.”

You don’t have much time to observe the clothes he handed you before he begins nudging you towards a door with his hand on your lower back. The door opens just like the bunk door, and inside is filled with what you assume are space toiletries.

He leans into the cramped space, flicking a few buttons on a side panel that causes the shower-looking thing to turn on, his visor trained on it for a few seconds before he turns to look at you.

“Shower quick, don’t put on the shirt yet, just use this to cover up.”

He’s gone once again before you can comprehend his words, another thing shoved into your hands before the door shuts behind him, leaving you alone in the small space. Looking down, you now find a towel among the clothes in your arms.

A small sigh escapes you before you set the bundle onto the tiny countertop. At least you get to shower, that always helped you relax when you had a long day.

You maneuver yourself out of your clothes, the borrowed shirt being placed with your dirt-covered sweatpants. They definitely weren’t usable after this based on the cuts and holes that were slowly being collected on the cloth from all of the tumbles you had taken.

Trying to empty your mind with another sigh, you take a step under the shower head, your body tensing and a small hiss escaping you.

Fuck, that’s cold.

—

You sat on a crate, your hair still wet from the shower and a towel wrapped around the upper half of your body as Mando had instructed you. His gloves were abandoned beside you on the crate, revealing sun-kissed skin that had been roughened by years of battle.

He made quick work of the blaster-shot wound, slathering on some clear paste before rebandaging it with a mutter about you becoming accident-prone.

A croaked hiss escapes you as Mando carefully begins to wrap bandages around your neck after he applies a yellowish paste, this one more foul-smelling than the one on your shoulder.

Throughout all of the pain, you couldn’t help but notice how soft he was being, the way his fingers never dug too deep against the skin of your throat, only pressing down enough to make sure the paste spread over the darkening bruises.

Bean sat perfectly still in your lap, his large eyes watching every move that Mando had made. His button nose turned up when he caught the scent of the paste, giving a small shake of his head to portray his displeasure.

“You really aren’t from here, are you?”

Mando’s voice cuts through the silence.

His visor was directed at the bandages around your neck before training itself on your eyes. Even without seeing his own, you could tell he was scanning and searching for answers. He adjusts himself to where his arms are leaning against his thighs, rubbing the paste off of his fingers with a nearby cloth while his visor remains locked on you.

“You knew their names, what was going to happen, and how… you’re telling the truth.”

He ends his sentence more a question than a statement, almost like he still couldn’t believe what was happening.

You answer with a small nod, throat still too sore to even think of trying to speak more than what was necessary. It would probably be a few days before your voice is back to its original strength.

Mando stares at you silently for a few more seconds before he gives a nod of his helmet and turns away for a few seconds. You and Bean watch him curiously, seeing him dig around in a nearby bag before producing something that looks like a tablet.

He hands it to you, more like shoves it at you, and his hidden gaze feels intense. Your gaze meets your own reflection in his helmet as he leans ever so closer, his finger pointing down to the device in your hands.

“Show me.”

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Serendipity (6)

Din Djarin x Modern!F!Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: None that I can think of

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm so sorry that it's been so long since my last update, between school and my own health, it's just been a crazy time. Sadly, this is more of a filler chapter before delving into the next episode (hehe, I'm so excited)

Previous Chapter .~.~. Next Chapter

The fast flashes of the blues and whites of hyperspace slowly become hypnotic as you gaze at the window, gently bouncing Bean in your lap while he continues playing with the little silver ball Mando had given him.

Everything had happened so quickly in just the past day.

From falling asleep on the couch to waking up in a television show that you watched with your dad to almost being choked to death by a robot.

You didn’t even have time to grasp what had happened to you.

Closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the seat, you wish for nothing more than to be back on that couch, listening to the playful jabs between your mom and dad, smelling the apple-cinnamon scent your mother seemed to love.

But you’re not.

You’re stuck in hyperspace with a Mandalorian and an alien baby. You’re stuck in a television show with no possible solution to getting home. You’re just stuck.

The slowly growing warmth behind your eyelids and the tightening of your throat indicate the oncoming tears that threaten to spill

A small tug in the back of your mind could be felt, akin to a growing headache. There was the pressure of it, but no pain. It was strange, something you had never experienced before. Not long after the pressure had started, a three-fingered hand placed itself against your arm, and a feeling of calm and concern washed over you.

Your eyes snap open at the feeling, the whites and blues that filled the space merging from the unshed tears that were quickly wiped away from one of your hands.

Bean is looking up at you with a worried gaze when you eventually look down at him. His hand resting against your arm and his adorably large ears folded back like they did when he was concerned.

For such a young-acting creature, he seemed to be very in tune with emotions.

That warm wave washes over you again, enveloping you like a hug from your mother, squeezed against her body like she always did when you wrap your arms around her in return.

You can’t even find you want to cry at the thought, your body surrounded in tranquility.

Keeping a staring contest with Bean, you feel your breathing slowly beginning to calm down, the unshed tears drying until all that’s left is a redness that wasn’t there before.

You know it was him, the emotions he seemed to convey through touch. It seemed to happen almost every time he placed his little hand against your skin.

Something shifting suddenly reminds you of the third presence among you, the Beskar-clad figure breaking the little staring contest you found yourself having with the creature in your lap, both of your gazes moving to look over at him when he spins his chair around to face you.

You now find yourself staring at the visor of his helmet, wondering how he looked underneath, what he was feeling underneath the metallic helm he wore. You kick yourself for not searching up the actor that had played him in the television show, or really anything about the show in general.

It might not have helped in the long run anyway, the previous expedition had been the plot of the most recent episode. You had no idea what was to come, no way to prepare yourself for what might happen to the child in your lap or the Mandalorian sitting across from you.

“You need medical attention.”

It’s all Mando says before standing from his seat and walking over towards the hatch of the ladder, signaling you to follow with a simple flick of his hand.

The trek to the hull was quick, just a simple exchange of Bean between arms (which he fussed about slightly) before Mando returned up to carry you down as well.

You watch as he sets you down before beginning to dig through some of the nearby crates, Bean standing beside your feet. His little hands grip the fabric of your sweatpants while he watches the Mandalorian as well with a tilt of his head.

The more you stand where Mando had placed you, the more you begin to realize how much your neck and shoulder hurt. The blaster wound had been opened twice today from being roughed around and the strangulation marks throbbed in agony in just the memory of that robot. Once again, you find yourself wishing this was all a dream just so the pain would end.

Mando turns to face you again, setting a few things on a table before walking over and handing you a bundle of cloth.

“Here, it’s not much, but it should fit better than what you’re wearing now.”

You don’t have much time to observe the clothes he handed you before he begins nudging you towards a door with his hand on your lower back. The door opens just like the bunk door, and inside is filled with what you assume are space toiletries.

He leans into the cramped space, flicking a few buttons on a side panel that causes the shower-looking thing to turn on, his visor trained on it for a few seconds before he turns to look at you.

“Shower quick, don’t put on the shirt yet, just use this to cover up.”

He’s gone once again before you can comprehend his words, another thing shoved into your hands before the door shuts behind him, leaving you alone in the small space. Looking down, you now find a towel among the clothes in your arms.

A small sigh escapes you before you set the bundle onto the tiny countertop. At least you get to shower, that always helped you relax when you had a long day.

You maneuver yourself out of your clothes, the borrowed shirt being placed with your dirt-covered sweatpants. They definitely weren’t usable after this based on the cuts and holes that were slowly being collected on the cloth from all of the tumbles you had taken.

Trying to empty your mind with another sigh, you take a step under the shower head, your body tensing and a small hiss escaping you.

Fuck, that’s cold.

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You sat on a crate, your hair still wet from the shower and a towel wrapped around the upper half of your body as Mando had instructed you. His gloves were abandoned beside you on the crate, revealing sun-kissed skin that had been roughened by years of battle.

He made quick work of the blaster-shot wound, slathering on some clear paste before rebandaging it with a mutter about you becoming accident-prone.

A croaked hiss escapes you as Mando carefully begins to wrap bandages around your neck after he applies a yellowish paste, this one more foul-smelling than the one on your shoulder.

Throughout all of the pain, you couldn’t help but notice how soft he was being, the way his fingers never dug too deep against the skin of your throat, only pressing down enough to make sure the paste spread over the darkening bruises.

Bean sat perfectly still in your lap, his large eyes watching every move that Mando had made. His button nose turned up when he caught the scent of the paste, giving a small shake of his head to portray his displeasure.

“You really aren’t from here, are you?”

Mando’s voice cuts through the silence.

His visor was directed at the bandages around your neck before training itself on your eyes. Even without seeing his own, you could tell he was scanning and searching for answers. He adjusts himself to where his arms are leaning against his thighs, rubbing the paste off of his fingers with a nearby cloth while his visor remains locked on you.

“You knew their names, what was going to happen, and how… you’re telling the truth.”

He ends his sentence more a question than a statement, almost like he still couldn’t believe what was happening.

You answer with a small nod, throat still too sore to even think of trying to speak more than what was necessary. It would probably be a few days before your voice is back to its original strength.

Mando stares at you silently for a few more seconds before he gives a nod of his helmet and turns away for a few seconds. You and Bean watch him curiously, seeing him dig around in a nearby bag before producing something that looks like a tablet.

He hands it to you, more like shoves it at you, and his hidden gaze feels intense. Your gaze meets your own reflection in his helmet as he leans ever so closer, his finger pointing down to the device in your hands.

“Show me.”

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Quick Update <3

Hi everyone! Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate!

I just wanted to give a quick update about what's been happening the past week.

I finally had time to go to the doctor; apparently, my allergies weren't just allergies. My asthma had decided to flare itself up to the point that my doctor immediately had me do a nebulizer treatment in the room.

I got prescribed an inhaler and my breathing has been better than it's been in the past month.

I want to write the next chapter for Serendipity tonight, so hopefully, I can get it done.

Thank you all so much for your patience as I deal with school, work, and my terrible immune system. I want everyone to know that you are so appreciated and every like, comment, and reblog makes me feel so happy! <3

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QUACK?!?!?!??!

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:D

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Hiii! I looove the dog!Ghost you wrote, it's just so fluffy jajsjdiwbfieif. Tho I'm pumped to read more, please take care of your allergies first. Your health is really important! I hope you have a great day! (and please add me to the taglist if possible)

Thank you so much Roran! 💕💕

The stuffy nose part of my allergies is thankfully gone, but now I’m just dealing with a dry cough. This time of year is my favorite but also the worst.

And of course you can be added to the taglist ☺️ I’m so glad you enjoyed Bad Dog!

Have a great day as well!!

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HELLOOO

Am here for a wellness check!!!!

How are you today? Miss your updates.

No huge love attack today, don't want to overwhelm you with love so...

Tiny love attack! ♡

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Hi Fries!!

I’ve been doing okay, school is just a little hectic since finals are getting so close. How are you doing?

I’m sorry I haven’t updated recently, anytime I’m at a computer, I’m either doing something for school or for work 😣 hopefully that changes soon!

Thank you for the tiny love attack!! 💕❤️💕