𝗽𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘅  fem 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

just to clarify, this will be a purely father-daughter type of fanfiction :)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: nothing, except from pedro being goofy and looking like a proud dad (yes they need a warning just for them)

You started acting when you were only 5 years old, and since then, you were absolutely in love with it. As the time passed, you started getting lots of recognition, and started working in big projects such as Stranger Things, The Umbrella Academy, The Avengers, and so on.

But this project was by far, one of the most special.

You were working in The Mandalorian series.

It all started with a simple phone call from your agent, saying that he had an audition for you. The thing is that he didn't mention what character you'd be doing, which left you as an anxious mess before and after the audition.

After all of this events, you got a phone call from the one and only Jon Favreau saying that you got the job as the Mandalorian's daughter-figure, Lyn.

From the moment you got this call, saying that you were in complete utter shock wasn't enough to describe your feelings.

Days passed, you received your script, read your lines, and it was finally the day you'd go to set to start preparing for the recording.

When I say preparing, I mean, practicing hand-to-hand combat, parkour, acrobatics, and literally lightsaber fighting.

So far, you've met almost the whole cast (including baby-yoda) except from the one person that is going to play your father-figure. You wondered the reason behind this, but you brushed it of when Peter, your coach, came to call you back to training.

After many hits and dodges, you heard a voice call from behind you.

"Wow! You're really good at this, it'll be AWESOME to work with yoouu"

You quickly spun around, your body in the direction of the voice, meeting none other than one of your biggest idols and inspirations.

Pedro Pascal, dressed in a Mandalorian armor with the helmet on the top of his head, grinning directly at you.

You froze, staring at him in a mix of pure admiration, disbelief and shock.

"Hey, hey you okay?"-He said slightly chuckling, but still concerned.

"O-oh, yes, yes... it's just I-I really admire you, I'm so-sorry I shouldn't-"

"Heyy it's okay."-He cut off -"And I have to say too, you're incredibly talented, not only on this, but in your other movies and series."

At his comment, your cheeks went completely red. You were complimented? By him? Pedro Pascal, the Pedro Pascal?

"O-Oh, thank you so much, I'm honored!"

"You're Y/n, playing Lyn, right? Well, I'm Pedro, playing your father-figure, the Mandalorian" He said, proudly

"Yep, that's me, I'm looking forward to record with you!"

-two months later-

"ok, now in-3,2,1-Action!" the director said

"You should've told me about your wound, and you know that" Pedro said sternly, playing Mando perfectly.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to bother you..." You said, looking down, playing Lyn                       

"Now I'll need to cauterize it, the bleeding won't stop" he said while taking the pen out of the med kit, your eyes widened in terror. Your only memories of that tool consisted in torture, which left you traumatized with only the mention of it. You started backing up if fear, and Mando noticed it.

"I know you don't like this thing, and it doesn't give you good memories too, but I'll try to do as quick as I can" he said softly, trying to ease the fear that you were transmitting trough your acting.

"Before cauterizing it, I'll need to get you a bacta-shot to prevent the infection, ok?" He said as he started shuffling trough the med kit, he first took out what was supposed to be the bacta-shot and got closer to you, gently lifting your fake-blood-soaked shirt to reveal your wound (of course, done with make up, but it was extremely believable) you quietly wincing in pain on command.

"Now, I'm going to inject it, and I want you to not focus on the wound, don't focus on the pain either, it'll be done as quickly as you realize" He said calmly, already "injecting" it on you s/c skin, shutting your eyes and slightly gritting you teeth in response, but the "pain" was soon gone.

In no time, you threw your head back wincing at the burning "pain" on your injured stomach, pleading Mando to stop.

"I'm sorry, it's almost done, it's almost done, shh, shh... it's okay" He comforted, his voice soft even with the modulator from his helmet. Your breathing started getting even, and tears were no longer streaming down your cheeks, with shaky breaths you thanked him.

"T-thank you, so much"

"No problem, ad' ika"

-

"ok, cut! That was great you guys, well done!" the director called

"Well done, kiddo!" Pedro said, stretching his hand out and smiling at you

"Thanks, I wouldn't have done it without you" You replied

"Ohh, stop it, you!" He said, nudging your shoulder

"Haha! ok,ok, but it's true though"

-𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗽-

"What does it feel like to have a junior co-star?" Pedro was asked by the interviewer

"Oh, Y/n/n is such a talented little girl, I love how involved she gets with any scene she does, the effort she puts in every project she does, her commitment in all of this, her humility. She'll certainly go really far in life, and I'm really, really proud of her" He replied, unaware of your presence, watching him with teary eyes and happiness glowing like an aura from you.

ps: y/n/n=your nickname

a/n: hey everyone :) i'm done with my first story from my oneshot book, i know that lyn doesn't exist in the mandalorian. i'm also not an expert in the process that happens in set, but i tried my best, i hope you enjoyed it <3 i'm sorry if it's too short. also, suggestions are always welcome :) 

thanks,

the author <3