the curious happenstance of pedro pascal and din djarin [The Mandalorian]

Oh, I'm being murdered.

This concept is a wild one and will be treated as such! Enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Trigger warnings will be at the start of chapters that require them.

.~.-.~.

Being an actor came with its perks. You could go to places you never would have dreamed of going, you could dress up for a living, put on a helmet say a few lines and boom you're world famous.

Being an actor also came with its cons. Unwanted paparazzi, spontaneous interviews (he still felt agitated by the airport incident), and the icing on top, crazy fans.

They were... nice people. The fans were nice. Of course they were, just sometimes maybe the fans were too obsessive. And that's fine. He could deal with it.

At least... Pedro sighed at the scene in front of him. This took not only the cherry, but also the icing, and the entire cake.

It was supposed to be a normal day, at a normal convention, meeting normal people with maybe a few thumbs in his eyes.

The cosplayer had come up to him, and begged, downright begged for help. Never mind that he'd skipped the line, after pushing through security. Pedro was getting ready to duck in case the guy decided to throw a punch. But instead he started begging for help. Started spewing nonsense about wormholes and different dimensions and- just a whole bunch of crazy cosplayer shit.

It's fine. Pedro told himself. This is fine. They're a good person, just a little obsessive. He held up a hand to stop the approaching security.

"Hey, man," he started, and though he thought he imagined it at first, the man visibly flinched, even under the helmet. "I will get back to you on that," the man went to protest but Pedro held up a hand. "But let me get through this line, okay?"

Really, he should have let security take him.

He didn't know what stopped him. One flick of his wrist and this cosplayer would be gone, and his day would have stayed normal.

But there was something about the genuine desperation coming from beneath that helmet that made Pedro think: oh, what the hell. Let's humour him.

It was a normal day up until the point that a man wearing an impeccable Mandalorian cosplay took off his helmet and bore Pedro's face.

He'd been pulled aside after the line was gotten through, the cosplayer pulled him behind a curtain, and Pedro's first and immediate thought was: oh, I'm being murdered. But then the helmet came off, and...

Fuck me.