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cevans-is-classic · 1 year

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"You think you're all cool and mysterious but we both know if you removed your helmet you'd have no idea how to maintain eye contact."

He'd only been awake for ten minutes, and already you were having your morning rant.

Grogu followed you back and forth his ears wiggling as he mimicked your movements.

Djarin watched.

"I keep being told to 'control my face' whenever someone says something stupid, but I know, I know, you have no room to talk. You stand there with your hip propped, your armor all shiny, that helmet tipped to the side. You could be asleep! I know you've been asleep! Are you asleep now? Are you? It's early still."

Today is going to be one of those days.

Djarin held back a sigh, leaned down to pick up Grogu, "Morning to you too."

A withering look, "I've been awake for hours."

"Of course." He'd grown accustomed to you coming and going every few months.

Welcomed the times you could stay and thanked you profusely when you'd watch his homestead when they couldn't return for days.

Right now he's contemplating if he should have let Karga introduce the two of you.

"I had another dream."

That was something he'd never grow used to.

Grogu taught him what the force was. He'd seen the beauty of it — watched it be used to heal and save people as well as allow his son to reach the snacks he shouldn't be eating.

The force was the strongest hold the galaxy had and who could wield it — they were attuned to a way of life no other could understand.

Even with that knowledge he'd never knew there could be other — abilities.

Until you.

Until Karga called him to the main city and asked him to help protect you.

The dreams were a gift.

A gift that cost you pieces of your mind.

(That's what he believes anyway.)

"What kind of dream?"

Grogu settled in his chair, large eyes following Djarin as he put together a small breakfast for the youngling. He sat a bowl of broth in front of him, holding the spoon until Grogu grabbed it with a cooing frown.

"We talked about you trying." He pouted more but took the spoon.

"I saw a man."

"Ooo-ap." Grogu cooed again, reaching for the bowl of broth with his spoon waving towards it.

Djarin pushed the bowl closer, "A man?"

"He moved through many room. His person ever changing — a prince, a monster, a father, a villan — a man choked by smoke. He walked from face to face until they all blended together."

You once dreamt that a Fosibird would take flight over Nevarro — Fosibirds were extinct. Djarin assumed you'd exaggerated your dream and rolled your words off his shoulder.

The following week, a merchant purchased a Fosibird egg in attempts to create a statue of it, and as it laid in the hearth, the creature came to life.

He'd become weary of your dreams after that.

Learned what was prophetic and what was vivid telling of other people's lives.

Grogu finished his broth, the spoon still waving, while liquid dripped from his mouth.

Djarin felt his lips flatten out in an attempt at holding back laughter.

You used a cloth to wipe at his mouth and Grogu gurgled in response.

"What did you get from the dream?"

That had you standing still.

He'd once describe your eyes as a galaxy of their own. Far far away from where the rest of them stood.

Bo-Katan had rolled her eyes but he hadn't been attempting to flatter you. He'd been truthful about his thoughts.

"I dreamt it was you."

Grogu stopped waving the spoon and looked between the both of you.

"Of me?"

"Yes."

"Is that why you were mumbling about my facial expressions?"

A little frown furrowed your brow, "Yes. You have very expressive eyes — they tell a story."

"You don't know what my eyes look like."

For a moment he felt like that was a lie.

"Din Djarin," You took the spoon from Grogu and moved the bowl towards the sink, "I've never seen your face but I've seen you. Expressive eyes."

Djarin shook his head, "What if I don't have eyes?"

"I'm crazy not stupid. Oh, he threw up."

Grogu's mouth was covered in yellow colored spittle.

Djarin cursed rose and lifted his son from his chair to carry him to the sink, "You ate before breakfast didn't you?"

His large eyes darted to you and you shrugged, "I told you. I'd been up for hours."

Maybe you were right about his facial expressions. He knew if he didn't have his helmet on the look he was giving, he could kill with it.

The smile you gave him could bring others back to life.

Pedro Masterlist

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#din djarin x reader #din djarin snippet #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #din grogu #din djarin x you #I dont know what this is #i had the image stuck in my head of reader and him talking back and forth #while grogu eats between them #and this came about #djarin grogu and galaxy

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dyns33 · 28 days

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The Mand'alor

HAPPY PEDRO DAY !!!

I wanted to do a tiny bit dark Mand'alor Din Djarin x reader, but the sweet part in me is really bad at this.

The whole galaxy had heard of the Mandalorians and their leader, the terrible Mand'alor, with his shining armor and his darksaber. A group of mercenaries, weapons fanatics, relentless killers.

They had fought against the Empire, they didn't like the Republic very much, and no one really dared to force them to follow the new rules. They had a code of honor, but also a lot of pride and temperament.

Y/N had never seen a Mandalorian. There wasn't much action on her little planet, even during the war. Few people stopped there, unless they had to, to find resources, rest, or hide for a while.

When the little green thing grabbed her leg in the street, she jumped. She almost kicked to get away, but her eyes met the child's, full of fear and hope, and Y/N stopped to lean closer to him.

He didn't speak, either because he was too young or because he used another language, but she couldn't get anything out of him by asking his name or what he was doing here. What was certain was that he was bleeding slightly from his right ear, and that he needed help.

Those who were running after the little one didn't take long to find them, following Y/N to her place. Luckily for her, they were also being followed.

She had never seen a Mandalorian, but she had heard the legends, and she watched this tall, armored man kill the attackers one by one without the slightest difficulty.

As soon as he finished, he approached her, who was holding the child in her arms, ready to defend him against this new threat.

“You’re alright ?” he asked with a calm voice, extending his hand towards the child who fidgeted, wanting to reach him.

"I won't let you hurt him."

"Oh, little me'suum'ika. I would never harm my ad. My son. These cowards pretended to be warriors to come in and kidnap him. Without you… Vor'e, mesh'la ! Thank you. You have all my gratitude. I want to show you all my gratitude, will you come with us ?"

There would have been several reasons to refuse to follow the stranger, clearly dangerous and masked, but the kid seemed to trust him completely, jumping on him as soon as Y/N let go of him a little.

The Mandalorian claimed to be his father, and he acted like one, patting his little head and whispering reassuring words, along with apologies for not having properly protected him.

His invitation was not an obligation, Y/N felt that he would not insist if she refused, but there was nothing very important on her planet, she had no family for a long time, and she never left this place. A little adventure would be fun.

The trip shouldn't last very long, just to please her as a thank you, before moving on.

There were some things she didn't know at the time.

First thing, a Mandalorian never forgot. Mando'ad draar digu. He would never move on.

Second thing, the leader of the Mandalorian forgot even less. Din Djarin, as he entrusted his name to her as an immense privilege, adored his son more than anything in the world. So he held Y/N in high regard for defending him when she didn't know the child and wasn't a fighter.

In addition, little Grogu seemed to have become very attached to her.

The last thing was whispered to her, even though it had been several weeks since she arrived on Mandalore, where she was treated like a true princess. Shyly, she asked when she would return home.

“Aren’t you happy here ?” asked Bo-Katan, the captain of the guard. "A simple word and our Mand'alor will do anything for your pleasure."

"Everything is perfect. I don't want to intrude too long by abusing your hospitality, that's all."

“Has anyone made a comment to you ?”

"No not at all." Y/N replied nervously.

No one said anything, but it was strange to be the only person not wearing armor all the time.

In the interest of fairness, the Mand'alor had allowed those who wished to remove their helmet, but he himself did not remove it in front of anyone, maintaining an old, almost fanatical belief.

However, he had not asked Y/N to convert, drawing the attention of his people to this new woman. They said nothing, but she felt their eyes on her.

“He will kill the first person who dares to criticize you.” Bo-Katan said before speaking lower. "It must be said… There is a werde in him. The sword is heavy to carry."

"I do not know this word."

"Just know that you are important to him. You help him a lot. Stay as long as you want."

It took her a bit longer to understand that she was more or less a prisoner. Free to roam the palace and the city, but not to leave Mandalore. Din Djarin wanted to keep her here.

The looks turned towards her were not full of hatred, but on the contrary of pity, mixed with a certain hope.

Since inheriting the darksaber, their leader was no longer the same. He hadn't completely lost his mind thanks to his son, but he had some moments of extreme, uncontrollable violence.

These attacks had calmed down a bit since Y/N’s arrival. No doubt Din didn't want to scare her or lower her esteem. There were rumors that she was his ori'copaad, which didn't entirely seem like a good thing.

“Uur !” he growled as the Armorer came to see him to talk politics. “I don’t care at all about the Republic.”

"Me too, Mand'alor, but we should receive them. They might try to harm us."

"They can try, they will fail. I have no chaab, none."

"Really, Mand'alor ?"

At that moment, Din turned his head towards Y/N, who was discreetly listening to them from the garden, Grogu snickering in her lap. He remained silent for a moment, before sighing.

"Fine. Contact them."

“Your aliit will be proud of this decision.”

More than not being able to leave, Y/N found this habit they had of going from basic to a language that she didn't understand quite painful. As if they were doing it on purpose.

The Mand'alor was the only one who made an effort with her, translating most of the unknown words. He only kept what seemed like nicknames a mystery.

“What does “mesh’la” mean ?”

“That means you, kar’ta.”

"And that ? What does that mean ?"

“Cyare, you ask a lot of questions.”

“And you don’t give many answers.”

“Mir’sheb.” he sneered, handing hier Grogu. She was the only one to whom he entrusted his son like this. "Your buir is a mir'sheb, like you. Give her a mureyca."

The child's hug, plus all of Din's attention, almost made her want to forgive him. Aside from the fact that she knew she wasn't allowed to leave, nothing made her want to leave.

But Y/N didn’t think she belonged here. She wasn't a Mandalorian, and as a leader, equivalent to a king, Din had no time to waste on her. Maybe she had saved his son, but she wasn't anything special.

Whenever he could escape his responsibilities, he would come with Grogu to watch her play with the child and talk about her.

He had to see that she had nothing interesting to offer.

This was why she tried to flee, by taking a ship. Her father had shown her how to fly before he died, it had been a long time. She therefore had to be discreet to have a maximum head start, to have a chance that they would lose her tracks.

Unfortunately Bo-Kanta had been very serious in telling her that she was important to Din. Her surveillance was as important as it was for Grogu. Her absence was quickly noticed, and reported to the Mand'alor.

Being the best tracker, he personally set out in pursuit, without having to yell at the others not to shoot at the stolen ship. They all knew what they were risking if Y/N got hurt.

"Dank farrik, cyare ! Y/N ! Stop !" She could hear him shouting into the communicator, what sounded like sadness in his voice. "Why are you leaving ? Vhey vencuyot… Cyare… Talk to me, tell me what's going on !"

It was very dangerous but she managed to lose him by passing through an asteroid field. Since it would be too obvious that she was going to return to her planet, she headed to a small system, landing on Tatooine.

Yet she had heard the legends. You couldn't escape the Mandalorians, and even less the Mand'alor.

This time, when a hand grabbed her arm, she didn't hold her foot. But beskar was a hard metal, and she probably did more harm to herself than to Din, who let go of her all the same, surprised by her reaction.

He didn't attempt to touch her again, simply following her as she ran through the alleys, begging her to listen to him.

Her run ended in a dead end, and that didn't seem to surprise the Mandalorian. He obviously knew this planet.

"Cyare… Why are you running from me ? Grogu misses you a lot. You… My commander told me that you can ignore what you really represent, but I don't dare believe that."

"I don't understand."

"Oh, mesh'la… As soon as I saw you with my son, I knew that my heart was yours, that I couldn't live without knowing that you were happy and safe. The missing part of my clan, of my life. Nor ceta, Y/N. I thought my intentions were clear. Will you forgive me ? Will you accept… Come home with me, gedet'ye. I beg you."

After everything he had done, she wasn't sure he would take no for an answer. But Din had never hurt her since they met. He had always been gentle and patient. If she could have seen his face, it would probably have been more obvious that he was looking at her with complete devotion.

Seeing that she didn't say no, he approached slowly, until his helmet touched her forehead. She then heard him sigh in relief.

Y/N had seen some Mandalorians do this. Bo-Katan had explained that it was a mirshmure'cya, a keldabe kiss. A very important form of privacy for those of them who did not remove their full armor.

She wondered if she would ever see him if she stayed. For a while she had imagined his face, until he told her that Grogu had been adopted. It would be a terrible offense to ask him for this sacrifice. But he asked him to stay locked up in his palace.

"I would like to see you." she whispered, trying not to tremble.

"See me ?"

"Yes. I mean, I like you a lot. I like Grogu. But I would like to know what you look like."

“Will that change anything ?”

"… No." Y/N said honestly. “I’m just curious.” To see his face, but also if he would do this for her, he who said he would do anything.

There was a moment of silence, of hesitation. Then Din nodded, reaching for his helmet to remove it. Immediately, Y/N placed her hands on his to stop him.

"But… Your vows…"

"Cyare. My sweet cyare. I have the right to remove my helmet in front of my aliit. You have been part of my clan since the moment our paths crossed."

“But you’ve never done this before.”

"I didn't dare… I didn't want to disappoint you and… I wanted to wait for our riduurok. I haven't properly wooed you for that yet."

"If you are… If you are sure, show me."

“Anything for you, cyare.”

He was younger than she had imagined. More handsome too, with his black eyes and his little intimidated, almost frightened pout. Din let her look at him without moving, displaying an expression of complete satisfaction when she touched his cheek.

He only stopped her when she tried to kiss him.

"Not here."

"Why not ?"

"I wouldn't be able to control myself. And I'd rather we were at home than in a dark alley for that."

The entire galaxy heard of the Mand'alor's marriage to the woman who had saved his son. The only two people who didn't risk his fury, who had some control over him, and for whom he was ready to burn everything if anything happened to them.

Some madmen tried to approach his clan, as they had tried to take Grogu. Rumors of what had happened to them were enough to stop all further attempts.

Even after Y/N managed to convince Din to bring her with him to the few extra-planetary missions he carried out, because she could no longer stand the life of a stay-at-home queen.

"No."

"Please."

"No."

“He’ll bang on the glass until you do.”

“Pato.” Grogu confirmed, fidgeting in his mother's arms.

"… Fine. But this is the last time."

“Of course, riduur.”

“Cyare.” Din purred, a hand settling on her leg, as he activated hyperspace to please their child.

#the mandolarian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin fanfiction #I tried to put a lot of mando'a but not sure they're all correct #pedro day #happy birthday to pedro pascal

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cuppertys · 1 year

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Why is Bo katan allowed to remove her helmet and the other Mandolorian aren't?

Because she walks both ways (the armourer has a massive crush on her)

Thanks for coming to my ted talk!!

#bo katan kryze #the armorer #bo katan x the armorer #wlw #wlw ships #bisexual #the mandolarian #the mandolorian s3 #mandalorians #mandalore #star wars geek #star wars headcanons #star wars #lesbian

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flilisskywalker · 1 year

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Contrary to the memes I've seen, I think Din was happy that Bo was chosen to unite all Mandalore. He never wanted the responsibility. Not only this, but at the beginning of the season, he came to her to join her cause.

That little nod he gives her at the end of the episode is sweet.

With that being said, I need him to question things like: "Why Bo is allowed to walk two ways and remove her helmet while everybody else is forbidden from doing this?"

#dinbo #din djarin x bo-katan kryze #bo-katan kryze x din djarin #the mandalorian spoilers

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mykingdomforasong · 1 year

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"Din giving away the Dark Saber is okay actually because he never wanted it in the first place!"

I mean ... did he though?

First of all, a character just getting what they want with little effort or consideration is just weak story telling. Wants versus needs is one of the most basic elements of character development. So, "Din never wanted it anyway" isn't actually a good defense, even if it were true. It's still fundamentally weak storytelling. There was no development there, no introspection, no chance for him to decide what it might actually mean for him to keep it and use it. We see him go from a lone wolf to a dad, so what would it mean for him to go from a dad to a real leader of his people?

But more to the point, the narrative is ambiguous about whether or not he does want it, or if he would be interested in keeping it. Sure, right after rescuing Grogu he's willing to give it to Bo-Katan. He doesn't know what it is, and he's more interested in getting Grogu to safety.

But in BoBF, we do see him use it, train with it, and fight Paz for the right to keep it. We never see him try to give it away again, we never see him offer it to Bo-Katan again. There's a strong argument to be made that he was considering keeping it and using it to lead.

Now, obviously, we don't know how he's feeling. Because they've simply refused to let us see Din contemplative at all this season. His emotions and his decision making have been obfuscated. We don't know how he feels about the saber, leadership, atonement, his covert, Bo-Katan .... We keep speed running through what should be (and were in the past) big emotional moments. No, the show has never paused on these moments for long, but we see him make the choice to go back for Grogu in S1. We see him make the choice to give Grogu to the Jedi, and make the choice remove his helmet for Grogu in S2. So the show can and has allowed for emotional spaces like these before.

To be clear, it's not a fundamentally bad thing that he gives the saber away. What I'm critiquing is that, despite the number of episodes that have passed, we've never gotten Din actually thinking about what the saber means to him. We don't know why he wants to give it up now, if that was an easy or hard choice, if he ever imagined himself as the Mand'alor.

If I were to script doctor the season, I'd give Din moments where he considers what keeping it and using it to lead might mean. He does seem to want to bring Mandalorian's together (see: "Our people are scattered like stars in the galaxy"). But maybe he sees that 1) Bo-Katan is better at using the weapon, 2) she's a better diplomat and leader in general, 3) she knows much more about the planet of Mandalore and the culture, and 4) more people are likely to follow her because of her lineage. And so that is when he makes the choice to give her the saber, sacrificing his own desires and ambitions for the good of the Mandalorian people (again, a want to be the leader, and a need to step back and let the more qualified person do it).

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #din djarin #bo-katan kryze #no need to justify their bad writing choices guys #and no there's not time for this to all work out #like maybe the next two eps will be really good #but the whole structure and emotional flow of this season is off #and we passed the point of no return with it #grogu

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kalevalakryze · 7 months

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The Living Waters

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV) Pairings: Bo-Katan Kryze & Sabine Wren, Sabine Wren/Shin Hati, Bo-Katan Kryze/The Armorer Characters: Sabine Wren, Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer, Shin Hati, Mythosaur Warnings: Hypothermia, Drowning, Attempted Suicide Mention (non-graphic/explicit) Notes: For @whumptober 2023 Day 4. Established Mandalore Recovery & @sabineweek Bingo Prompt Fill "The Living Waters" Prompt: Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?” & The Living Waters Word Count: 1,349 AO3 Link: Here!

The water was freezing as it wrapped icy tendrils around her body, seeping past her armor and soaking her flight suit, seeping past her flesh until it was piercing her bones, shattering marrow under the weight of it’s demands. The light in her rangefinder flickered out the deeper she sank, blue tinged fingertips reaching for the surface with the last of her strength.

The water stung at her open eyes as it seeped into her helmet, suffocating her as it bled into her heaving lungs; Sabine Wren was dying, yet she felt more alive than ever.

“It’s not your time, ad’ika.”

The Mandalorian flailed in the water, darkness surrounding her as she looked for the voice. The ice was numbing into a calming warmth, but the voice ignited fear like an inferno to battle the chill. Strong arms wrapped around her abdomen, prompting her to fight back, kicking and struggling, even as another light in the darkness caught the metallic gold of eyes as large as her head.

“Cin Vhetin, Mand’ika.”

Someone was pulling her back, the surface was closer, and the rumbling of the darkness’s voice eased her fight against the stranger.

Metal smacked into the ground with a loud clang, a weight settling on top of her as her savior fell on top of her, water dripping from both of their armor as the larger Mandalorian pushed off of her.

Sabine’s body wracked with sputtering coughs as her helmet was pulled from her head, light from the torches chasing away darkness as her head turned, coughing up mouthfuls of water as she was turned onto her side.

As water was expelled and oxygen slowly found its way back into her lungs, her Mandalorian savior finally moved off of her, removing their own helmet as Bo-Katan knelt close to the younger woman. “You in there, verd’ika?” Bo-Katan finally spoke, reaching to rest two fingers against Sabine’s spazzing pulse point.

Golden eyes finally opened to the low light of the living waters. Kneeling beside her, Bo-Katan was brushing soaked purple hair from her face, as The Armorer stood closest to the entrance, arm extended to keep Shin back, both goran’alor and dar’jetti watching with neutral expressions, body language primed to spring forward the moment they were cleared.

“I’m okay,” Sabine rasped, flexing her fingers together to try and chase some warmth back into the numb tips of her fingers. “I’m okay,” It sounded less convincing than she meant, as her body started to tremble. Bo-Katan looked to The Armorer for aid at last, allowing the two women further into the cavern.

Only parts of her felt cold, the rest of her body had long since gone numb to the cold that had wrecked her nervous system. Two pairs of hands worked to pull her armor away, as The Armorer unwound the fur from her armor. Shin and Bo-Katan worked on pulling away her flight suit, exposing herself to the warmer air beyond.

Once she was bare, a dark, thick, woolen cloak was wrapped around her shoulders, falling at the tops of her thighs as the blonde settled at her back tucked her into it. The Armorer’s fur was wrapped around her hands, bringing the aching warmth back into her fingers enough for her to feel the effect the water had on her again.

A conversation was happening between the two Mandalorian’s and the Gray Jedi around her, though she couldn’t hear past the blood rushing in her ears. Shin’s chest against her back was enough to hear the soothing rumble of her voice as she conversed on the Artist’s behalf.

The Armorer was the one to lift her from the floor, arms settled under her thighs and allowing the sopping wet Mandalorian to tuck into her neck, arms trapped between their chests, still wrapped in the warm thick fur. Shin stood to fix her cloak, allowing Sabine the coverage and the warmth as she fixed the way dark cloth fell.

Raspy breaths were hidden in The Armorer’s neck, chasing the warmth that seeped through the fabric of her neck seal as the woman led the concerned parade out of the caves. Shin and Bo-Katan shared the burden of Sabine’s armor and frigid clothes, bundled up haphazardly between them as they followed the quick pace set towards the med-tents on the planet’s surface.

The next time Sabine found consciousness, it was in the shock of a heated blanket as it was settled across her body; She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, except now, she was laid out on a cot, with the scratchy feeling of fresh clothes on her skin and the tingle of medicine in her blood, dulling the pain at her shot nerves. “What…?” She tried to sit up, being stopped by a pale hand that guided ehr back down.

“Easy, verd’ika. You need to get warm,” Bo-Katan’s voice was strained with worry as she stood at Sabine’s side, unarmored and equally wrapped in new, warm clothes.

“What happened?” Her voice was scratchy from throwing up excessive amounts of water, vision still spotty as she shifted under the blankets. Her knees knocked together, skin cold where it slid together as she curled into a tight ball beneath the warmed blankets. “Shin..?

“Your Kurs’kaded went with the Goran’alor to secure your gear,” The Mand’alor lowered herself back into her post at Sabine’s bedside, sinking into the chair as she brushed her fingers through her hair. “You almost drowned, you know.”

Sabine’s brows pulled together, lips pulling into a frown as she turned to the unarmored woman. “There’s no way,” She denied vehemently, shaking her head even as the memories bubbled to the surface. “There might be… some way… Bo, was there something else down there?”

She remembered golden eyes, like her own, and the calming rumble of a voice that shook the ice from her bones, the promises of a new beginning, the feeling of the water washing away the grime of her doubts and troubles.

Looking to Bo-Katan, she saw the knowing smile and the twinkle of recognition in her eyes. “The Mythosaur…” Sabine realized, and while the woman beside her was not in her armor, she could still picture the new silver pauldron that had adorned her shoulder, protected by the Mandalorian beast of legend.

“The bombs opened the Living Waters to a deeper network of caverns below, I met them when I first came here with Din Djarin, saving him as he atoned for the sins against his covert. I was promised another chance; and with it-” Her hand gestured to the room around them, though Sabine knew it was for Mandalore as a whole. “We got to come home.”

The air shifted in the room as Bo-Katan leaned forward, elbows on her knees as the smile slipped from her lips, watching Sabine with an understanding that the artist didn’t want to offer any power to. “What were you trying to accomplish, going out that far, Sabine? The drop was marked,”

“I don’t know,” She shot back quickly, staring at her hands beneath the blankets. Bo-Katan didn’t accept it as an answer and Sabine could feel the way her eyebrow rose in response. “I’ve been so…” Frustration had her gritting her teeth; this wasn’t something she thought she’d have to talk about, Ahsoka had so finely skirted the issue, and Shin had needed her to be there, but now that things were mellowing out again, that old, oppressive sinking feeling had settled back in.

“Kyrunyc…” It was the closest word she had to the feeling, to the hopelessness that had plagued her since the night of a thousand tears.

“I understand,” Bo’s hand reached out to settle on her thigh, a frown pulling at her lips as green eyes finally pulled away, staring at the unique threading in the blanket. “Did you find what you were looking for, then?”

Sabine blinked, head turning to stare at the older woman, even as she refused to meet her eyes. “I don’t know what I was looking for…”

“But you found something?”

“I did,”

“Cin Vhetin, Ad’ika.”

Translations: Ad'ika - little one Cin Vhetin - Clean Slate Mand'ika - young Mandalorian Verd'ika - Little warrior Kyrunyc - Dead Soul / lack of spirit

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soloorganaas · 1 year

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hey tasha I’m not caught up w this season yet so I’m going purely off your reblogs but does the armorer fuck with her helmet on

ty zo for asking the important questions as always 🙏🏻

in line with its importance I did a lot of reflection and research on the Way of the Mand’alor to find an answer. also bc the religious law aspects of it fascinate me. there aren’t many clear and specific details on this tenet beyond “don’t take your helmet off” so to answer this q I’m going to extrapolate from both the law itself and my interpretation of its purpose, as is ✨the way✨ of my Jewish ancestors

to me this tenet is about being the pure and uncompromising embodiment of a Mandalorian. armour is both a representation of identity and serves a practical purpose, both of which are tied together - it shows that you are a warrior and allows you to be a warrior. whenever we see Mandalorians in any context, they almost always have their full armour on, with or without the helmet. when wearing their armour they are always ready for battle and their duties as Mandalorians, but then their appearance as Mandalorians also carries with it the expectation of an honour code

obviously the notable exception to this is the politicians and citizens we see in Duchess Satine’s New Mandalore before it falls deeply into civil war. but it’s this turning away from the traditions of Mandalore that drives so many Mandalorian resistance and terrorist groups to battle against Satine’s government which ultimately spirals into the wars that break Mandalore apart

the most extreme devotees to armour and the traditions of the Mandalorians are Children of the Watch, of which the Armorer and the Tribe are part of. for them, not removing your helmet stems from adherence to the Way, the ancient practice of the Mandalorians that had fallen largely out of style by the time of the Empire. given the importance all Mandalorians still place on wearing their armour in some form in the modern era, I imagine adherence to the Way gradually evolved over the centuries to become less strict and more in tune with the practicalities of life, meaning Mandalorians could take their helmets off for example

this is pretty comparable to how Judaism evolved over time. Bo Katan is very much a “secular” Mandalorian in that she took the Creed but didn’t place much religious meaning in it, but she’s still devoted to her people and being a Mandalorian above all. similarly, Children of the Watch are something akin to Haredi Jews, whose extreme adherence to Jewish law evolved as a reaction to Jews falling away from religious practice in the late 19th/early 20th centuries. Children of the Watch was established some time during the reign of the Empire, after 19 BBY but before the Great Purge in 2/1 BBY, as a reaction to how other Mandalorians had abandoned the Way

so what I take this all to mean is that the ideology of the Tribe and the law of the Way which dictates never removing your helmet is about the absolutely permanent representation of being a Mandalorian and existence as a warrior, so that your enemies can simply never see you as otherwise. with your face covered they can never see your vulnerability or your emotions, they can only strength, power and tradition. in practical terms you are literally always ready for battle. so to be without any part of their armour would leave them vulnerable both in terms of the monopoly they have over their identity and others’ pereception of them, but also physically as people who are always “both hunter and prey”. it’s not actually about not removing the helmet specifically, it’s about not removing any of the armour. it’s just that not removing their helmets is what distinguishes them from less orthodox Mandalorians

the law is just an expression of the broader purpose and history of Mandalorian armour. the law isn’t inherently the reason itself - although like all orthodox religions that nuance tends to get lost amongst the strict adherence to the law. Din, for example, won’t remove his helmet even if he’s mortally injured and needs medical assistance. the Armourer is just as a devout but also incredibly intelligent and with a rich understanding of the Way and its purpose in Mandalorian life, so I have to wonder what her own interpretations and boundaries are

despite the law, we know orthodox Mandalorians do actually take their helmets off for practicalities: they take them off at least daily if they’re alone (Din mentions this to a non-Mandalorian in season 1 ep 4); we know they take them off to eat; they presumably take their armour off to wash and sleep. from this we can assume that when wearing the armour isn’t practical and/or doesn’t align with the inherent purpose, it’s acceptable to remove. and we know the Tribe have kids and families so they definitely do fuck

so my thought is essentially that if you’re in a situation of vulnerability and intimacy where there’s no purpose in having your armour on and taking it off wouldn’t make you less of a Mandalorian then yeah, you do remove it. if you’re married to someone, bound to that person through all the joys and hardships central to Mandalorian life, then that’s a closeness where the need for the identity and protection of armour can sometimes be relinquished. and on a practical level, you need to take at least some of your armour off to have kids, so I think adherents to the Way would have found a justification for it, as all orthodox religions do. both hijabis and married Jewish women can take their hair coverings off at home around their husbands/kids/siblings/parents because, essentially, the protection hair coverings offer against immodesty isn’t necessary, and there’s no loss of identity around your close family (painting with a broad interpretive brush here)

given the extreme to which the Tribe take their adherence to the Way I’m going to imagine this bar is very high. like you and your life partner alone in bed is the only time allowed, you know. no lounging in swimming pools together or going down on your gf in a public bathroom

so, essentially: I don’t think it’s a matter of the Armorer fucking with her helmet on and taking the rest of her armour off (or even part of it) bc it just doesn’t make sense. but I think if she and Bo made some life long commitment to each other (like lighting the Great Forge together at the reclamation of Mandalore idk I’m just spitballing here) then it would be ✨acceptable✨ to take their armour off for each other when they’re alone

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Well I'm pretty sure I know what will happen next episode.

Din will need to be saved for the 20th time by Bo-Katan (since that is his only purpose it seems this season). Gideon will remove his helmet to mock him before she does.

Bo-Katan will get all kinds of mother moments with Grogu because they have been shoving that at us all season (Instead of Din teaching him). She and Grogu will go to the mines and use his animal calming powers to get the Mythosaur. She will then ride it to save Din (even though he has escaped on his own before just fine but nope, he needs to be saved by Bo-Katan constantly this season).

There will be some awkward romance moment where she sees his face or something. Probably with an out of nowhere kiss.

Bo-Katan then fights Gideon with the dark Saber and is allowed to kill him. (Since Din wasn't despite having reason and they therefore made her have an even bigger reason so she is allowed).

Also probably some moment with Bo and Ragnar.

#I hate that this is probably true #Just thrown Din into the garbage #He is just her princess in distress this season #His only character arch #Is to deal with his new nerfed fighting ability #And removal of his patience for droids #The mandalorian #Mandalorian spoilers #Star wars #Disney #Grogu #Din djarin

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Clan of Three (Book 3) Chapter Twelve

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Twelve: The Scouting

Summary: The Mandalorians arrive on Mandalore and prepare to retake their homeworld.

Mouse Note: One last chapter before shit goes wild. How's everyone feel?

“I hope these two groups get along,” murmured Bo-Katan. “They’ve never met, and what little they know of each other, they hate.”

Her fleet had arrived above Nevarro’s Mandalorian covert. Mando, (Y/N), and Bo-Katan had successfully convinced her people to join them, and the Armorer had pledged the covert’s allegiance to working with fellow Mandalorians to retake Mandalore. However, the two groups’ differences would cause friction, and (Y/N) and their group needed to ensure that they could keep the peace enough to allow Mandalore to grow to glory again.

I’ll do my best to help them avoid their past mistakes, swore (Y/N) to Mandalore the Great.

“They will if they wanna survive,” said Mando. Grogu cooed in agreement from Bo-Katan’s lap.

“That would be the reasonable thing,” said (Y/N). But let’s see if people are reasonable.

The fleet touched down with the Gauntlet at the front. Covert Mandalorians stepped out to warily regard the strange group of Mandalorians arriving. Each group stared at each other, all still wearing their helmets, ready for a fight, tense and expectant.

“Take the children inside,” said Paz to Ragnar, who nodded and guided the kids of the Covert inside.

The rest of the Covert remaining outside and watched the approaching group with stiff posture. Even the older trainees were among them, old enough to fight if it came to it. (Y/N) recognized Miyan in his red helmet at the front, standing carefully still. Bo-Katan and her Mandalorians in blue (“Blues” to (Y/N)) stopped in front of the Covert. Grogu, (Y/N), and Mando stood beside the woman herself. The meeting was upon them.

Axe Woves removed his helmet, and the other Blues followed suit, including Bo-Katan. The Covert shifted, unused to Mandalorians removing their helmets. The tension increased between them.

A loud clanking grabbed all their attention. The Armorer calmly slammed her hammer and tongs together. She lowered her tools as everyone turned to her.

“Welcome, fellow Mandalorians,” she said, voice smooth and calm as ever, betraying no doubts in the success of this meeting, if she even had any. She was inscrutable with her even tone and helmeted head. “We invite you to make camp. Let us prepare a feast for our guests.”

The Covert dispersed from their group to assist in preparations as their Armorer asked, and the Blues backed away to talk amongst themselves. Neither group interacted with each other. Bo-Katan hit Axe and dragged him away.

“Mando!” greeted Karga, appearing on the scene. “(Y/N)! And the little guy!” He laughed jovially upon seeing them. “Welcome back, my friends. Welcome back. That’s quite a fleet you’ve assembled.” He held out a glass bottle. “Little welcome gift to celebrate our new neighbors.”

At least someone feels good about this whole meeting, thought (Y/N).

“That’s all the way from Coruscant, so you might wanna wait for a smaller gathering before you open it,” advised Karga.

“Thank you,” said Mando.

“Thanks,” said (Y/N).

“That’s not the only gift I have,” sad Karga. “Come back to me office, and I’ll show you.”

“Anything to get away from the tension here,” muttered (Y/N).

The doors to Karga’s office slid open as they waited within. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as IG-11 walked towards them. Except, it wasn’t IG as much as an Anzellan sit in the chest cavity piloting the droid. Grogu perked up in excited wonder.

“What did you do to IG-11?” asked Mando.

“No, that’s IG-12 now. Do you like him?” said Karga excitedly.

“Do I like him?” questioned Mando. Last time they turned IG on, it tried to kill his adike.

“Don’t worry. He’s safe,” assured Karga.

“You sure?” asked (Y/N). They had seen some droid troubles recently.

“Well, the Anzellans stripped IG down to his base motor functions. They removed his memory circuit. The pilot provides cognition,” said Karga.

The Anzellan pressed a button, and IG voiced a mechanical “Yes.”

Grogu cooed wondrously. (Y/N) glanced at him and snorted. They sensed he wanted to try piloting. That and he wanted to squeeze the Anzellan. Sure enough, Grogu got up and walked towards the Anzellan as it got out of the seat and jumped to the table. The poor Anzellan had to skirt around Grogu watchfully.

“Think of it this way. It’s more like a vehicle, hmm?” explained Karga. “It’s safer than way.”

“Well, Grogu’s too little to operate this thing,” said Mando, watching as Grogu walked up to the IG.

“Let’s see if he fits,” said (Y/N) excitedly.

Mando sighed and watched as (Y/N) picked Grogu up and set him in the seat.

Karga laughed. “So what do you think?”

“They do nice work, I’ll give them that,” said Mando, though a little amused.

(Y/N) grinned. “I love it. What do you think, Grogu?”

Grogu babbled and grinned.

“It’s good, but he’s still too young to operate heavy machinery. Maybe when he’s older,” said Mando.

“No.”

(Y/N), Mando, and Karga turned to face Grogu. He looked back at Mando, his hand still over the button to say no.

“What do you mean ‘no?’ ” asked Mando.

“No,” repeated Grogu with a smack of the button.

“I think he thinks he’s old enough,” said (Y/N). They shrugged. “I mean, he is over fifty.”

“Yes,” said IG-12.

“Mm-mm,” negated Mando protectively. “Get him out o fthere.”

“No,” said IG-12.

“At least let him try it out in my office,” said Karga, as eager as an uncle getting his nephew into trouble.

“Yes,” said IG-12.

“No, this is not a good idea. Come on,” said Mando. He reached out for Grogu, but Grogu pushed Mando aside with IG’s limbs. “Hey.”

Grogu eagerly piloted IG around the room, jerking this way and that and knocking a few items over. Slowly, Grogu got a hang of it. He was always smarter than he seemed. (Y/N) grinned as they watched. He was having a great time.

“Will you look at that?” chuckled Karga.

“Yes,” said IG-12.

“Yes, what?” asked Karga.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,” repeated IG-12 over and over.

“I think Grogu likes it,” said (Y/N).

Mando sighed. “We’re not getting him out of there, are we?”

“Nope,” said (Y/N).

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Grogu kept hitting the button over and over as their clan walked back through Nevarro to the Mandalorian encampment. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

When it stopped, (Y/N) immediately paused and looked back, causing Mando to do the same. They groaned. Grogu had stolen food from a vendor and was devouring it.

“What are you doing?” scolded Mando. “Stop, Grogu. No. You have to pay for those.” He took away the food, but the vendor was already upset. Mando handed over some credits, but at the same moment, Grogu grabbed a piece of fruit. “No. Hey, Grogu, give it,” said Mando, reaching for it.

“No,” said IG-12, and Grogu directed the arm to hold it out of Mando’s reach. It squeezed and crushed the fruit, sending a sprinkle of juice down on the group. Mando sighed in resignation and handed over more credits to the disgruntled vendor.”

“He’s not gonna let you keep using that if you act like that,” said (Y/N) to Grogu.

“Yes,” said IG-12.

“No, he won’t,” said (Y/N).

Grogu babbled as if saying he wouldn’t get out.

Mando sighed. “We should go before there’s more trouble.”

“Not like there’ll be any less trouble at the camp,” said (Y/N).

The encampment remained divided between Blue and Covert Mandalorians, even as the food cooked and the sun set. They all just spoke quietly to one another and glanced warily at the other Mandalorian group.

“Mandalorians,” said Bo-Katan, stepping forward between the two. The time had arrived to discuss the reality of their situation. “It is time to retake our home world. Even though the planet is not cursed, there are still dangers. Dormant species have been awakened by the bombings. The remaining magnetic interference has made it impossible to scan the surface from above atmosphere.”

And there’s a darkness coming for us, thought (Y/N), acutely aware of Mandalore the Great’s warning.

“Which is why I’m proposing that we leave Nevarro and move the fleet into orbit above Mandalore,” continued Bo-Katan. “We send down a small recon party. We’ll scout the surface, find out what remains of the Great Forge, and establish a safe perimeter. Only then will we bring down the others.” She glanced at (Y/N), and they nodded encouragingly. Bo-Katan was doing the right thing, even if it was risky. She cleared her throat. “I need volunteers from both tribes.”

Silence. No movement.

(Y/N) sighed and stood. They shrugged as if it was obvious. “You know I’m with you.”

Mando stood beside his ad’ika. “I will go. Grogu as well.” The kid in question got to his feet, though that didn’t make him any taller. Their Clan would fight for Mandalore.

Bo-Katan nodded to them in thanks.

Koska was next, picking her helmet up as she stepped out. “I will go.”

“I will go,” said Axe.

“I will go,” said Paz.

“I will go.”

One by one, members of both tribes stepped forward to pledge their help to retaking Mandalore.

“I will go as well,” said the Armorer. Bo-Katan blinked for a moment in surprised before bowing her head at the honor.

(Y/N) smiled to themself. We’re making progress.

The following morning, the fleet was in the air. The many ships dotted the sky above Nevarro as they flew out of the atmosphere towards Mandalore. Every Mandalorian remained on edge as they jumped out of hyperspace above Mandalore, but at the same time, they couldn’t help but feel a jump of exhilaration as they saw their home world, the place of their ancestors.

“Scouting party descend to surface,” said Bo-Katan to the rest of the fleet from the Gauntlet where she, Mando, Grogu, the Armorer, and (Y/N) were awaiting their descent (Grogu was even in IG-12 to move with the others quickly). She led the flight downwards. She glanced back. “We’ll lose comms shortly.”

(Y/N) nodded and watched as the thunderclouds enveloped them again as they broke through Mandalore’s atmosphere. Lightning and rain raged around them, but the Mandalorians remained calm and collected as they awaited their arrival on the surface. The hatch of the Gauntlet opened, the scouting party gazed down at the planet below.

“They’re ready,” said Mando after checking on the droppers ((Y/N) had been forbidden from even approaching the drop hatch due to the incident with the pirates).

“Secure infil zone,” said Bo-Katan. She flipped a switch, and the Mandalorians dropped and activated their jetpacks.

They soared to the ground below, instantly drawing their weapons in case enemies made an appearance.

“Gauntlet, landing zone secure,” reported Koska after they scanned the surrounding land.

The Gauntlet swooped low and landed. The remaining members of the scouting party exited the ship and joined their compatriots.

“Somewhere below is where our ancient capital once stood,” said Bo-Katan as she stood before them. “We’ll survey the surface until we find the Forge and create a safety zone. Only then will we begin to bring down settlers. We start scouting in that direction. Follow me.” She put on her helmet and strode out across the planet surface confidently.

The Mandalorians followed. Everyone was in pairs of two to watch each other’s backs. No enemies had attacked so far, but as they continued walking, they remained watchful. (Y/N) paused and narrowed their eyes.

“Buir,” they said, and Mando glanced at them. “Can your helmet see that, in the distance?” They gestured to the horizon, and with his clear visor focus, Mando nodded.

“Something’s moving this way,” he warned.

“Nite Owls,” ordered Bo-Katan.

“Flanking left,” responded Axe.

The Mandalorians tensed with weapons out as a ship-speeder hybrid approached. Mando stepped in front of (Y/N) and Grogu protectively.

A man’s head popped up. “Do you have food?”

“We do.” Bo-Katan responded simply. If there was a way to resolve this without an altercation, they would take it.

“You wear the crest of the Nite Owls?” commented a second man in surprise.

“I should hope so,” said Bo-Katan.

“They’re Mandalorians,” said the Armorer, making the connection quickly.

“Is that the voice of Lady Bo-Katan Kryze?” asked one of the men in hopeful surprise.

“It is,” admitted Bo-Katan.

The three men, Mandalorians, jumped into the air with jetpacks and landed before Bo-Katan. The Mandalorian scouts raised their weapons, but Bo-Katan stayed them with a raise of her hand. The three Mandalorians strangers removed their helmets. They put their hands to their chest and bowed to Bo-Katan.

“We knew you would not forsake us, Lady Bo-Katan,” said the first, the leader of the three.

“We have failed you, but our blasters remain in your service,” said the second.

Huh, thought (Y/N).

The Mandalorians had loaded onto the trio’s land-speeder, and they ate quickly as a moon hung over Mandalore in the dark clouds.

“They intercepted any ships they saw leaving,” explained the leader of the survivors. “They took no prisoners. They bombed every surface twice over. They punished us as a warning to the whole galaxy because we refused to surrender.”

Bo-Katan swallowed, and the Force quivered around her, catching (Y/N)’s attention even before she spoke. “That’s not true,” she admitted quietly. All heads turned to her. “I did surrender.” The words were filled with shame. Whispers erupted among the group. Bo-Katan took a deep breath and continued. She wouldn’t hide her mistakes from her people as she tried to lead them. She was honorable.

“After our forces were annihilated in the Night of a Thousand Tears and defeat was imminent, I met with Moff Gideon,” she said. “The ISB had reached out to me to negotiate a ceasefire. In exchange for submitting to the Empire and disarming, all remaining cities and Mandalorian lives were to be spared. That is how Moff Gideon came to possess the Darksaber.” Silence, and she continued. “I didn’t trust him, but it was the only chance I had to save our people. And then he betrayed me, and we were helpless to resist the Purge of Mandalore.” The final words were shakier than the rest of her speech, the admission that she had failed to protect her people weighing on her.

Still, (Y/N) admired her bravery. Bo-Katan had admitted her vast mistake, and for that she had (Y/N)’s respect as a leader still.

“How did these others survive?” questioned one of the surface survivors. He jerked his head towards the Covert Mandalorians.

“We were hidden on the moon of Concordia,” said the Armorer.

“Are you Death Watch?” questioned another survivor.

“Death Watch exists no longer,” said the Armorer simply. “It shattered into many warring factions.”

“Our people have suffered time and time again,” said Bo-Katan, and all attention turned to her once again. “From division and squabbling factions. Mandalore has always been too powerful for any enemy to defeat. It is always our own division that destroys us, and we must not repeat the mistakes of the past.”

She looked knowingly at (Y/N), and they nodded shortly as uncomfortable attention turned to them, the Nite Owls and Covert Mandalorians alike knowing what (Y/N) had heard from Mandalore the Great. (Y/N) didn’t speak. They had already said enough, and Bo-Katan and Mandalore the Great were right—Mandalore’s infighting broke it. Only by coming together and putting aside their differences would they rise once more.

Bo-Katan stood at the front of the speeder, gazing out over Mandalore’s scarred surface. She couldn’t fight the knowledge that this was her fault. She had failed her people, and now they all knew. Mando and (Y/N) walked up beside her, one on each side. Bo-Katan didn’t react.

“We had no idea,” said (Y/N).

Mando nodded. “My Covert was taught that everyone but us had forsaken the Way. That you were selfish and uncaring. Now we understand.”

Bo-Katan shook her head with solemn melancholy. “You were right. I was selfish. And this is what it wrought.”

“We’ll rebuild it,” said (Y/N). “Isn’t that what Mandalorians do? They fight whenever pushed into a corner? You’ll overcome this. You’ll survive.”

“I don’t know if I can keep everyone together,” admitted Bo-Katan. “There’s too much animosity. And this blade is all I have to unify our people.” She held the Darksaber before her.

A single weapon holding Mandalore together while tearing it apart in a bid for power, thought (Y/N). They spoke up. “That weapon only means what you’ve taught me. It means nothing really to me or Buir’s Covert.” Mando nodded in confirmation. “Station, bloodline, I don’t think that matters to them. It’s honor.”

Mando glanced at (Y/N). He was unsure when they had become so knowledgeable in Mandalorian ways, whether it was their own observations, Mandalore the Great’s teaching, or a combination, but he was proud. The Armorer was right. They had the makings of a great Mandalorian.

“You have loyalty, character, honor,” said (Y/N).

“That’s why we serve you, Lady Kryze,” said Mando. “Your song is not yet written. I will serve you until it is.”

(Y/N) nodded. “As will I. You are loyal to Mandalorians, and we’re loyal to you.” This is the Way.

Bo-Katan gazed at the two of them and felt a strength blossom within her she hadn’t felt in years. Mandalore could be saved.

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hinderr · 1 year

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it bothers me when people are like "so din went through all that trouble to redeem himself just so the armorer can decide that bo-katan is allowed to remove her helmet" like??? trouble that HE accepted, no one was forcing him to go to through all of that to be accepted back, but he did because his devotion to the creed is that strong. devotion that inspired bo to accept conversion in the first place. they have to learn from eachother, it can't just be a one-way street.

ANON YOURE RIGHT FOR THIS. Like theyre sooo pressed with baby-fying their baby girl its apalling. Your babygirl is a grown man who can make his own decisions. He was allowed to leave whenever. But he loves his culture he loves his creed he's a devout. Thats a constant in his character it always has been

Youre so right abt that devotion being something that inspired bo-katan too. Like if din werent so faithful reuniting the mandalorians arent a thing theyd even try to do. Its because bo-katan has now walked both ways AND theyve finally settled in a place thats safe enough to grow and live freely and without fear, FOR ONCE in what must be decades, that allows them to make room for both walks

Its not 'trouble' that din went through. These people have never had a faith in their lives and it just shows. If it were so much trouble, Din wouldve left. Simple as that. He's a grown man, and they didnt stop him. Din Djarin is the way that he is, and hes a wonderful character, and I really wish theyd stop overlooking that just to stand on their 'moral high ground' and go 'ooh look at the dumb covert troubling poor poor din awe baby' like. Are you even hearing yourself rn

#shiny dad (tag)#hinderr asks #anon asks #please god can these people have an OUNCE of media literacy i begg #the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 3

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I Will Ferry Them

So! My finished NiteArmor fic is here!

If you guys like this, please let me know and I’d be happy to write more fics with this pairing.

Read it down below, or here is the AO3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/46734988

“These here are too weak to continue.

We must return to the Gauntlet and I will ferry them back to the fleet in the morning.”

That was one of the last things that The Armorer said to Bo-Katan before she boarded The Gauntlet with the wounded to take them back to the capital ship.

“This is the way.”

Were the actual last words, and they weren’t directed towards her.

As she watched The Gauntlet leave the atmosphere of Mandalore, the only thing on Bo-Katan’s mind was the interactions between the two of them. The oh-so-tense tension between them.

From the Armorer immediately accepting her into the Convert without question. To asking - if that’s what someone could even call it - Bo to remove her helmet in front of her at the forge after saving the foundling . The Armorer supporting her in bringing together all the clans of Mandalore under one roof. Volunteering to help take back their home planet. It had sparked something in her that she wasn't quite sure she appreciated.

It was only mere hours before the rest of the Mandalorians had been lured into an Imperial base just off the Great Forge.

Trapped.

Trapped is what they were. Din on the other side of the door. Moff Gideon alive, wearing beskar no less. Din was dragged away by Gideon's troops. As Bo-Katan opened a path in the door behind them with the Darksaber, Paz held his ground.

"This is the Way."

Running.

They had to run and hide. There was nothing they could do for Din now. Or Paz. Bo-Katan was almost convinced this attempt to retake Mandalore had failed.

“Lady Kryze, your reinforcements have arrived.”

There was that voice again. The voice that had led Bo-Katan through. The voice that had been able to calm her nerves when she needed it the most - and no one else could calm her down. The Armorer. A small smile crept up upon Bo-Katan’s lips and she replaced her helmet, getting ready to take back her homeworld.

Once outside, the site was not as pretty as one had would hope. The Imperials had launched TIE’s and a few of the ships had taken fire, crashing down to the barren ground in a big ball of flames.

One ship. Two ship. Maybe more?

That couldn’t be Kryze’s concern now. They all knew that danger that this mission would bring to them, but they all also understood how important it was. Following the remaining ships back to the Imperial base. With the reinforcements it seemed more likely that it would be a success. That Mandalore would finally be back in the hands of the Mandalorians once again. The pride of this idea swelled within Bo-Katan’s chest, and at the idea of being able to show the Armorer the Great Forge. Hope. It was something Bo had not allowed herself to feel in a very long time and she was very weary of feeling it now.

Ablaze.

The battle didn’t last very long. Axe Woves, and his quick thinking, had led to the defeat of Moff Gideon and the rest of the Imp’s on Mandalore. Even if it had meant the destruction of the Darksaber, and even Bo’s right hand. Luckily, the foundling Grogu was able to save her and Din from the blaze. They survived, scars and scratches to prove it. Once they finally reunited with the rest of the Mandalorians on the surface, Bo noticed someone missing. She assumed the Armorer was just tending to the wounded somewhere out of view. Walking up to Koska, Bo-Katan knew it was time to address their losses. She could take care of herself later when everything else was taken care of.

“How many ships did we lose to the Imps?” Her voice calm and collected, expecting it to be an impact but not a major one.

Koska turned, fear spread across her eyes as she looked at the red head. It was very rare for any Mandalorian to express fear, especially to a commanding officer. Bo had never seen Koska with this expression on her face.

“What?” Lady Kryze asked, hoping to pull the information out of her friend.

“Your ship…” Koska started, her voice quiet and her eyes trying their best to not make contact with the lady in front of her. “Was one of the ones to fall..”

Bo-Katan’s eyes widened, but if that was the cost of retaking her homeworld, it was only a small price to pay. “Such fear over a ship?” She joked towards the smaller women. Koska shook her head.

“No… It was who was flying your ship.” Koska stated plainly and stared directly into Bo-Katan’s eyes - hoping it would get the point across without having to say the words. A shocked gasp left the red head's lips and her eyes widened. No.

“Where?”

Koska pointed in a direction and before she could say something else, Bo had her helmet on and was sprinting to take off. The Mandalorian sighed and turned back to her work. There was no use in going after their leader, there was no stopping her.

Too far.

It seemed too far to the wreckage of her own ship. Her ship crashed in a blazing fury. Her people dying in her ship. Her Armorer?

Landing and continuing in a sprint, only stopping a few meters from the crash. The atmosphere had killed most of the flames by now, but it was still smoldering. The corpses smoking - the only thing left of them was their beskar. She took in the sight before her, steeling herself for what she had to do next.

Frantically, Bo-Katan searched the wreckage - hoping she wouldn’t find what Koska implied she would find. Tossing wreckage over her shoulders, trying her best to not injure her right hand anymore but there were more important things right now. It wasn’t until she reached what had once been the cockpit that she saw it. It stopped her right in her tracks.

There it was. The golden horned helmet. Bo could almost feel her heart crack under her beskar chestplate, as a quiet sob left her throat. Slowly, as if to hope she would wake up from this nightmare, the Mandalorian approached the helmet and gently picked it up in her hands.

Spark.

A spark from the smoldering electronics lit ablaze again causing Kryze to rush away from the wreckage, cradling the helmet close to her chest.

Away. Away. Away.

As far away as her legs would carry her, she ran away from her dreams where they laid on fire. Dropping to her legs as they gave out, she placed the golden helmet down on the ground. Ripping off her own helmet, she tossed it aside - not caring for anything reminding her right now. Tears had already been falling from her eyes but the helmet had kept them from falling to the ground - now they did. Her eyes blurry, Bo-Katan slowly cradled the golden symbol in her hands.

“Why?..” A oh-so quiet question to the person who had once worn this - who was now buried due to Bo’s dream. Her right hand carefully caressed the right side of the helmet. Her broken hand and her broken heart touching.

“I thought I would get to tell you in person.” She chuckled, her voice hurt, “She did it. The Great Forge and all of Mandalore is ours again.”

Shaking where she kneel, Bo could feel her hope she was so weary to feel again finally leave her. Her pride was not far behind it either. All the times she could have said something to a living person had passed and now she was faced with the situation before her - holding it in her hands.

“I thought I would get to tell you how I felt in person…” She whispered, “How you made me feel and how you made me stronger.” Subconsciously, Kryze had started rocking back and forth, sobs leaving her chest without her even knowing it. There were so many more words that could be said, but they didn’t matter now did they? They would only fall on non-existent ears anymore.

“Maybe you already knew?...” Maybe. It was all she could think. Hope? No, she wouldn’t hope anymore. Hope had always led her to more pain.

Bo-Katan slowly lifted the golden heart up to her forehead and closed her eyes. It was the closest she would ever get to being able to show her affection for the Armorer.

She stayed that way for a good while before finally remembering she had people to take care of. If she was gone too long they would have to send someone to find her and the last thing she needed right now was for someone to see her in this state.

“I will do my best to make you proud… To lead our people as you would have.”

Slowly, the Mand’alor stood up straight, the golden sun still in her hands, and walked to pick up her own helmet - quickly placing it back on her head. No one would ever see her like this. She refused.

As she turned back in the direction of the camp, she muttered one last thing - she couldn’t talk to a human-less helmet when she was around anyone, “You’ll love the Great Forge. I’ll be sure to show you, at least once…”

As the fire of her own ship died down behind her, Bo-Katan of House Kryze walked back to her people - her only strength resting in her hands in that golden horned helmet.

#nitearmor #armorkatan #bo-katan kryze #bo katan kryze #the armorer #bo katan x the armorer #bo-katan x the armorer #the mandolarian #fic #i will ferry them #angst

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Chapter 1 - The Vows

"Just open your eyes... please... The anticipation might kill me before we even accomplish the task at hand," he murmured with a small hint of humor mixed with a healthy dose of desperation.

"Okay, okay...", you whispered resolutely and opened your eyes - which promptly filled with wonder as you looked upon your beloved partner's face for the first time.

Summary: You and Din have problems, and a marriage of convenience could solve them all.

Notes: This first chapter sets the stage for the nature of the relationship Din and Cyar’ika (unnamed original female character) already have after working together for several years and explains why they’ve decided to marry in the first place.

Warnings: Vague sexual references.

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"So what's got you so riled up? You looked like you wanted to murder those trees you were using for target practice," Fennec asked, taking another swig of spotchka.

"Just letting off some steam. I got a holo yesterday from my sister's lawyer saying that she'll be keeping my share of our mother's inheritance. Apparently the will specified I had to be married to receive any money. Those credits would have helped us out significantly. The ship is need of a few expensive repairs."

"So you intended to share the money with Mando, then?" Fennec teased.

"Of course. We're business partners, and a broken ship is bad for business."

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You and Din had been partners going on five years. You met not long after he'd given up his foundling to the Jedi, him shipless and you running low enough on credits in the absence of legitimate guild work that you had started skimping on essentials... like food and water. While you both nursed your wounds in a seedy cantina in Tattooine, you hatched a temporary business plan. You could take bigger jobs working together and split the rewards. You'd let him stay in your ship, and he would get you back on your feet credit-wise in the meantime, having pocketed a decent share of the reward on Moff Gideon.

While you'd been nervous to go into such a partnership with a man you barely knew, especially given your single bunk situation, Din proved to be an excellent roommate. Always respectful, never overstepping.

In turn, you had made him feel at home, allowing full run of the ship, never treating him like a tenant but as a partner. And further, you fully respected his creed, always mindful to give him privacy, even making a habit of facing away from him in the bunk so that he could remove his helmet to sleep if he wanted. And eventually, he trusted you enough to do so.

You found that you greatly enjoyed each others' company, and respect eventually transformed into friendship and true affection over shared jobs and shared dinner conversations, always through the cockpit door, of course. And just like that, your temporary business arrangement became a partnership going on five standard years. As far as you both were concerned, this was now a permanent arrangement, and neither of you had any inclination to part ways.

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Din eventually joined you and Fennec at the table. "Hey, I was just talking to Karga's legal contact. Unfortunately, it sounds like you're stuck. Very little can be done with the marriage clause written into the will like that. I'm sorry."

"It's all right. Thanks for looking into it, Din." You pat his shoulder as you stood and walked off to the restrooms.

"So, Mando," Fennec cut in, "I see you still have that darksaber clipped to your belt. Bo-Katan still hasn't come for you?"

"Oh, she came for me all right..." he deadpanned, "with a marriage proposal."

Fennec nearly choked on her drink, "What???"

"Yup. Since I won't fight, she wants me to marry her so that she can rightfully rule Mandalore as my spouse."

"You're not going to take her up on it, are you?"

"No, of course not. I'm not that stupid. She'll get me close and kill me so that she can wield the darksaber herself. Besides, I'm not eager to marry someone I dislike as much I do her. And I have no desire to leave my partner. The problem is she just won't take no for an answer." He added, hilariously mocking Bo-Katan, "Unless you're already married, Mando, I don't see how this is a problem."

As you rejoined the table, Fennec looked between the two of you with a knowing smirk. "The solution to both of your problems is pretty obvious, isn't it?" she said with a chuckle. "You live and work together, enjoy each others' company, and have no intention of parting ways. You already share a bunk, so it would be believable... kriff, the entire palace already thinks you're a couple. Why don't you two just get married? Nothing would change except a piece of paper that would solve all of your problems."

"Like a marriage of convenience?" You looked at Fennec who nodded and then turned to face your partner. "Din, that could actually work. I don't really care so much about the inheritance, but you can't do what Bo-Katan is asking of you - you'd be miserable and probably wind up dead; and you know she won't ever let it go. This way we can stay together at least."

"No," he replied gruffly and got up and walked out the door without even a glance in your direction.

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You found him later in the cockpit, just where you expected him to be, sitting in the pilot's seat double and triple checking the mech's calculations. While you blew off steam with a blaster, Din preferred... math...

You approached slowly, but with heavy footsteps to announce your arrival, and placed a hand gently on his shoulder.

"Din..." you started, nudging his shoulder to encourage him to look at you. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have presumed that you'd want to marry me just to avoid marrying Bo-Katan. It was an overstep, and I apologize. Please forgive me."

He finally turned to face you fully and gestured for you to sit across from him. "No, it's not that. I never imagined I'd marry at all, but if there's anyone I wouldn't mind being chained to for life, it's definitely you. I plan to spend the rest of my life on this ship with you, anyway, if you'll let me. But what about you? I couldn't live with myself knowing you might miss out on someone who could make you happy because you were already tied to me. You deserve so much better than that."

Taking both of his hands in yours, you reassured him gently. "Din, I am happy, and I have no plans to ever kick you out of our ship. Besides, I'm in my 40s. Don't you think I'd have married the 'love of my life' by now if I was meant to find such a person? I'd much rather marry you if it will keep you here with me."

His posture shifted, and it seemed you may have managed to convince him. "And nothing would change? A platonic marriage? You're really okay with that? I need to know you're really sure."

You nodded. "I'm sure," you said with resolve.

He let out a long breath, "Okay... thank you, cyar'ika."

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"So what does marriage entail for your people?" he asked.

"A short set of vows, a single kiss to seal the union, and that's it. Quick and easy."

"Sounds simple enough. Mandalorian bonding ceremonies are usually private. We each recite the vows, and then... uhhh..." he faltered as if he'd just remembered something important and looked to the floor. You waited patiently for him to continue and lifted his chin with your finger when he didn't, giving him a small nod to finish his statement. "And then... and then I remove my helmet."

"Oh," you gasped, audibly. "Din, are you really sure about this?"

"If you are - yes, I'm sure." He sounded confident in that statement, at least.

But then a thought hit you unbidden that instilled ice in your veins. You looked away from his gaze and awkwardly asked the question that had suddenly found you frozen in fear.

"Do Mandalorian marriages..." you started a bit shakily, "require a consummation?" He didn't say anything for several moments, and you felt like your heart might beat straight out of your chest.

"... No consummation required... And in your culture?" he asked.

Your words wouldn't come to you, so you simply shook your head from side to side before releasing your breath and centering yourself once again, safe in the knowledge that this would not be expected.

"Okay, then... ready???"

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You each recited the marriage vows outlined in your respective cultures, hands clasped together, another symbol of union among your people. You had never imagined being married at all, and doing so in such an untraditional manner was surreal, though, you thought with amusement, oddly fitting. You were both silent a moment afterward, recognizing the gravity of the words you'd spoken to each other, when you noticed Din was subtly shaking.

At first you thought he might be laughing, which seemed odd given the situation, and were alarmed to realize he was actually trembling from head to toe. Oh, Din... You brought your forehead to rest against his own in a gesture of comfort. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to..."

"No, I do... I'm just nervous. I don't know why - I trust you more than anyone else."

"Nobody would ever know if we didn't complete the ritual..."

"No, we would know, and it wouldn't be honorable to shirk our customs. I'll be fine once we get past this part."

His beskar-covered forehead moved away from yours as he untangled your hands to lift his own up to each side of his helmet. He paused only a moment before he began lifting it from his head, hands visibly shaking.

First, a stubbled chin. Then, a mouth. This was what you already knew of his face, having seen him occasionally lift the helmet to eat or drink when no privacy was available. As his cheeks and nose began to appear, though, you squeezed your eyes shut. Seeing more felt wrong somehow. And that's how he found you once the helmet was lifted fully from his head.

He let out a slightly annoyed huff, "Why are your eyes closed? Seeing me is the whole point."

"I'm sorry - it's just that the helmet has been your face to me for so long that it's hard to imagine anything else. I'm afraid that you'll feel like a stranger." You paused a moment in thought. "Tell me a little about what you look like?"

A familiar but tremulous sigh filled your ears, "Uhhh.... well, my hair is brown, maybe a bit more gray than yours. My eyes are brown, too." He paused. "Does that help?"

"May I touch your face? Having something tangible to anchor in my mind might make the whole thing a bit less... shocking... for lack of a better word. I'm sorry that I'm making this so difficult - I know this is stressful enough for you already," you added quietly.

He slowly lifted your hands, which had been sitting on his chestplate, up to his neck and allowed them to rest there.

"Go ahead..."

A mental image began to form as your hands trailed softly over his face and into his hair. This was definitely helping, and you hoped the gentle touch might also serve to relax his nerves, but the trembling only worsened.

"Just open your eyes... please... The anticipation might kill me before we even accomplish the task at hand," he murmured with a small hint of humor mixed with a healthy dose of desperation.

"Okay, okay...", you whispered resolutely and opened your eyes - which promptly filled with wonder as you looked upon your beloved partner's face for the first time. He was so handsome, and to your relief, still felt like your Din and not some stranger who'd taken his place.

"Say something...". His brow furrowed with anxiety.

You cupped his cheek and said, smiling, "Hey, partner... I don't know if anyone has ever told you, but you are quite good-looking."

He let out the breath he'd been holding with an amused huff, his shaking limbs finally calming. "No, I can honestly say that nobody has ever said that to me before." And then the corners of his mouth turned upward, and a gorgeous smile graced his features, evidence that your chronically grumpy mandalorian was not unhappy with this whole situation.

But then as quickly as it appeared, that smile transformed into a grimace as his face flushed, "This is embarrassing... I've never actually... kissed anyone before - you know, because of the helmet... You'll have to take the lead on this because I have no idea what to do."

The poor man had already suffered enough while you took your sweet time adjusting to the idea of seeing his face. The least you could do was make this last part quick and painless for him. So you took advantage of his downward gaze, swiftly grabbing both sides of his head and pressing your lips to his, taking him completely by surprise. He froze, eyes wide as you pulled away, and you had to suppress a chuckle at his expense.

"There, now it's done. And you didn't die of anticipation." At last, his shoulders finally moved away from his ears, though the aftershock remained clearly written on his face. "Sorry for doing that without any warning, but I figured it would be best for your nerves to 'rip off the bandage' so to speak. Are you all right?"

He let out a long puff of air and finally relaxed fully. "Yeah, I'm okay... this was just a lot at once. So, I guess we're married now, huh?" His face changed again, a new look filled with emotion that you hadn't yet seen on him, and he took both your hands in his. "Thank you for doing this for me. I don't know how to adequately express my gratitude."

"No need for gratitude. You're helping me, too, and there's nobody I'd rather chain myself to for life than you," you added with humor, repeating his own words. "Thank you, Din." You squeezed his hands to emphasize your point and let them go. "Why don't I make us some dinner - and for once we can really share a meal together... I mean, if you want to. I don't expect you to keep the helmet off around me if that's not what you want..." you added, wincing at your own words. You hoped he would, but you had no expectations. His creed was very much a part of him, and you would never ask him to sacrifice it for you, technically married or not.

"No, it's okay. I'm looking forward to sharing a meal with you properly. I'll go set a course to Nevarro and come back down so we can eat together. I was thinking Karga might be able to help us with the paperwork to make everything official. You'll probably need documentation for that lawyer."

You nodded in agreement, relieved that he was acting like himself again. "Okay, good idea. I'll yell up when the food is ready." As you rattled about the small kitchen area making dinner, you couldn't help the anxiety that began to bubble up in your stomach. You had agreed to a platonic union, a marriage of convenience, and neither culture demanded consummation. But what if he still expected it? What would happen when you both settled into the bunk you shared tonight? He was still a man after all, albeit one who had never made a single advance in the five years you'd been working and living together. You trusted him completely not to proceed with anything without your full and enthusiastic consent, but the awkwardness of a failed pairing in your shared bed would be unbearable.

Luckily, your nerves calmed considerably as you ate together, sharing your typical, amicable conversation, no hint of proposition, and you settled comfortably again into your usual routine as if nothing had changed between you besides the knowledge of his face.

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But as you both settled into the bunk that night, he suddenly turned his body to face you, lifting himself up on one arm and positioning himself at your side. Oh, no! Your mind clouded with dread. He didn't seem to notice in the darkened room as he leaned over to rest his forehead against yours, noses touching and one hand cupping the side of your face. But then he whispered, emotion clear in his voice, "Thank you, cyar'ika. I know you said no gratitude was necessary, but I don't ever want to lose what we have together if I can help it, especially not for her sake. I'd choose you a thousand times over." You felt warm lips press lightly to your cheek, and then he moved away, settling into his usual position facing the wall, an ingrained habit meant to prevent you from seeing his face if you accidentally turned in the night.

The dread that had taken hold of your heart instantly melted away. You understood clearly now that your anxiety about this hypothetical situation had simply been a defense mechanism borne of your prior experiences. You loved and trusted this man with all of your heart and knew he felt the same. Of course, he would never impose himself on you. Your breathing evened out, and you settled comfortably into slumber next to your partner, your family, your closest friend. You had nothing to fear with him. You reached over to squeeze his shoulder as you whispered, "You're welcome, Din. I don't want to lose you, either."

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Thanks for reading!

Chapter 2

#din djarin x ofc #din djarin x original female character #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #queerplatonic relationship #a marriage of convenience #newpathwrites

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The Apostate s3 meta pt. 1

I think one of the reasons the initiation scene at the beginning of Chapter 17 feels like a flashback of Din is because, based on previous episodes, we’re assuming the show will start with Din, The Mandalorian. We’re an audience to his story and each season has begun by allowing us to get acquainted with and follow his narrative. But, instead, in Chapter 17 we take the role of an outsider, because Din is an outsider.

Din is no longer a Mandalorian, so the show finds itself in a paradox: if Din is no longer a Mandalorian, is the show still about him? If the show is still about him, must he be a Mandalorian?

Chapter 17 confirms the latter, so now we face the same question Din is now faced with: What is a Mandalorian?

In the beginning, Din Djarin appears to be the epitome of a Mandalorian. Up until the end of s1, Din's name is simply Mando or The Mandalorian. Unlike others such as Boba Fett or Paz Visla, his armor is very plain. Though we understand he had a different family once, he no longer has any connections outside of the tribe. Never having taken off his helmet in front of others, he is incredibly loyal to the creed, as if its word is law and apathetic to external events. His skills are basic to survival, encompassing combat, machinery, and navigation and he appears to have minimal preferences as he serves his life as a bounty hunter.

A template for the mysterious culture, Din's entire personal identity was attached to the concept of a Mandalorian, which appears to transcend religion or race as law. As a foundling and Child of the Watch, Din has not known anything other than the orthodox Mandalorian ways since he was a child (I'm not guessing an age cause I suck at that okay) and since we are following Din, that is all we know. In following the show, I assume we utilize his definition of a Mandalorian as our own, since he is our only source of knowledge on the subject, disregarding other media, and we are subject to his views. Therefore, Mandalorians appear to be defined by a strict creed and only by abiding by these rules are you considered a Mandalorian.

Then the rules don't seem so absolute

First, Din begins to challenge the Guild Code by asking after Grogu before breaking it altogether with his rescue of the child. He starts asking about the world, like what a jedi is, which leads to asking questions about his own culture. This culminates in the s1 finale where finally he finally challenges the boundaries of these laws, in part due to IG-11. Throughout s1, IG-11 is the clearest example of his shaken worldview, which was as simple as all droids are bad. In realizing a hunter droid could become a nursing droid -- reprogrammed -- he realizes things aren't so black and white. Up until this moment, Din would rather die than betray the creed, but the absolutes dissolve and a new grey area appears where no, he can never take off his helmet in front of another person except droids aren't a person. Maybe he was too concussed, maybe he didn't want to die, maybe he wanted to see Grogu -- the fact remains that Din removed his helmet and a new addendum has been created, which in and of itself had been previously unthinkable.

In his search for other Mandalorians, Din continues to struggle with laws that don't seem so unshakable. With Cobb Vanth, he recognizes that others can don the armor, though his perspective doesn't exactly shift until meeting Boba Fett. Though it doesn't outright change (Din again insists that Boba can't wear the armor if he isn't a Mandalorian), he creates another exception: though Boba isn't a Mandalorian, the armor belonged to his father, who was one, so he has a right to wear it. His definition of a Mandalorian is complicated further with Bo-Katan and her group, who not only desecrate the creed (and remove their helmets), but simultaneously have more right to the title, coming from, essentially, royalty and having extensive knowledge on their culture. They even renounce his conception of a Mandalorian as based on a variant, warped version of the truth.

Din's absolute definition, as well as the audience's definition, begins to crack, and when confronting the Imperial base on Morak, Mayfield directly addresses this internal conflict. Din not only changes into a storm trooper helmet, but subsequently takes off his helmet to access a terminal before sitting through an entire conversation with his face completely exposed. In the s2 finale, he again removes his helmet when saying goodbye to Grogu.

The instances Din willingly removes his helmet are a decision centered on the fact that something (someone) is more important than the creed.

These matters are not of life or death, nor are they even about him; remember in s1, Din would rather die than remove break the creed. Though Din has not addressed his changing values until now, when he decides to allow the terminal to scan his face, he consciously acknowledges the shift. He has come to realize that "rules start to change when you get desperate;" he knows Grogu's presence has altered his worldview. From the start, Grogu was the reason he broke the Guild Code and during Chapter 12, Din even partially removes his himself when eating in the presence of Grogu.

Din clearly does not think the creed is absolute, shown by the changes in Din's interpretation of the helmet rule:

Can't take off his helmet in front of someone else (Chapter 4)

Can't take off his helmet in front of living things (Chapter 8)

Can't show his face to other living things (Chapter 15)

However, although he accepts this change in values, Din still appears unwilling to face the fact that his interpretation of the creed is changing as well, though we, the audience, can sense it.

Din Djarin is still the Mandalorian, but what it means to be a Mandalorian is changing

#the mandalorian season 3 #mandalorians #mandalorian and grogu #mandalorian #mandalore #mandalorian meta #the mandalorian #din and grogu #din djarin #grogu #mando #mando and grogu #mand

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I’m kind of glad that I decided to create a Star Wars Twitter lurker account because if I hadn’t, I would have completely missed this whole DinBo / Katee Sackhoff debacle.

Like… to preface, Katee says some crazy shit in interviews. She’s clearly joking around most of the time. I think it’s great, entertaining and funny. Katee is great. I mean, see the 2% comment among other crazy things that she has said in interviews. And during that particular interview (the 2% interview), she’d mentioned that “they’d” (not clarifying who, but my guess is her and Brendan Wayne) discussed a potential DinBo situation but that it wasn’t going to happen because of the whole Din-doesn’t-remove-his-helmet predicament.

So, I chuckle because 1.) Dave isn’t going to canonically pair his strong women with anyone “just because” his words, not mine and 2.) Narratively, DinBo just doesn’t make much sense as both Din and Bo are busy as shit doing their own things that are not going to be conducive to a romantic relationship… at least not now.

So… when I heard that Katee said that they’d cut out a kissing scene during that moment where Din pledged his loyalty to Bo on that ship on Mandalore, I was taken aback. Mainly because while I know there are A LOT of cishets that swear there were romantic subtexts in that scene, I just failed to see it. There could have been as there was ample opportunity. If Din had just touched Bo in that scene; a shoulder touch, a soft caress in the small of her back, I may have seen the touchdown, your het vision… but you horny hets are trying to throw a Hail Mary at a target that isn’t even there. He was, like, two feet from her the entire scene. And, we obviously could not see Din’s face or the look in his eyes as he said it. The body language, the looks, they weren’t screaming “BONE”.

But then, a day later, Katee had to clarify in a Tweet that it was all a joke. That Brendan Wayne helmet bumped her AS A JOKE and that it wasn’t planned or written anywhere that “the kiss” was supposed to happen… and Katee was completely surprised at how her words were so hopelessly twisted.

And, once again, this tells me two things that I already knew… 1.) Dave is NOT going to put his strong women in relationships canonically “just because”. The only way it will happen is if it is absolutely required to serve the story. A Din and Bo relationship would actually completely railroad the current direction of the narrative. 2.) Narratively, DinBo just doesn’t make much sense as both Din and Bo are busy as shit doing their own things that are not going to be conducive to a romantic relationship… at least not now. Bo-Katan is going to rule Mandalore. She’s going to have to stay on Mandalore primarily to do that. Her WHOLE ASS character arc has been about her calling to rule Mandalore after her sister’s death. This is the way. Din is going to train Grogu in the ways of the Mandalorians by bounty hunting for the New Republic. He didn’t even bother to set up his homestead on Mandalore for even periodic “I’m-in-the-neighborhood-so-let’s-nookie” time with Bo. He settled on Navarro with Grogu… just he and Grogu.

Side Note: I think it’s totally okay and fair for Katee to ship Din and Bo. She’s a cishet, and you guys do this. I think it should be taken with a grain of salt though. After all, Katee also said that Bo and Ahsoka would absolutely discuss that ass slap from the first time they met the next time that they got together, and I just can’t see that being a “narrative win” that Filoni would allow. Ultimately, Katee does not have any more clairvoyance into future stories than we do. I know this because when you work for a company that likes to keep secrets, they tell you absolutely nothing. She will know before we do, but she will also sign a NDA that will prohibit her from saying anything.

And, at the end of the day, you DinBo hets will probably forget all about DinBo if Din shows up in the Ahsoka series, and you’ll start shipping Din with Ahsoka then… which, also will not happen. But, I guess you can keep dreaming.

#star wars #din djarin #katee sackhoff #bo katan kryze #shippers gonna ship #anti dinbo #mandalore

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