#clan leader mando

[out-of-dnd-space]

Nico my beloved

#I’ve discovered making minis in hero forge is very soothing #so I made one for Nico #she’s a cathar mando jedi #currently the matriarch of the Saxon clan #I like to think she finally calmed down and settled into being a leader once she had her father and his husband (who’s also her therapist)

[stealingpotatoes]

just watched mando s3 it’s great that we TOTALLY had a whole season about din coming to grips with being mand’alor & life without grogu and about dueteragonist bo-katan coming to realise she was only trying to lead mand’alor bc of her sister not bc she thought she was the best leader. and the whole season centred around the theme of accepting who you really are even if you’re certain you’re something else and was about how heroes and leaders can come from anywhere, they don’t have to come from a special bloodline (a sorta thesis against the skywalker saga) and about the uniting power of grief and oppression. isn’t it great we had that instead of a season with no plot 

isn’t it great that there were no mando cameos in tbobf and mando season 3 started with him on a bounty, cringefailing at using the darksaber and stabbing himself but he did the job and got paid in a nubian starfighter (he wanted a razor crest but he’s injured so he doesnt argue much) which he then used to find his covert on the canyon planet. then he revealed to the armorer and paz that he had the darksaber which after some time leads to paz duelling din for the saber (without telling the others bc they dont know din has it) and din wins but its revealed he took his helmet off. he’s made apostate IN FRONT OF EVERYONE (EVERYONE!!) with only one IMPOSSIBLE chance of redemption (nobody can go to mandalore anymore!!) and has to leave and now has nothing — no child, no clan. so he does the only thing he can think to and goes to a green planet we’ve never seen before. he lands safely but still injured from his fight with Paz and not fully healed from the original injury he passes out. and the episode ends with a kid running over and telling another kid to call master skywalker

and sure episode 2 was the fanservice episode but its disney! we have to expect a marketable plushie cameo episode — except of course that didn’t mean it wasn’t plot relevant! din wakes up and we realise he’s at luke’s jedi academy and this is great n stuff we finally get to see luke in his prime teaching a whole bunch of students! and we get to see grogu happy and having fun with his kind (which makes din happy but miss his own covert). luke notices din has a saber himself (despite it being well-hidden — luke can sense it) and din admits he can’t use it and that he doesnt think it even belongs to him while luke shows him saber forms (but pretends its for his own training and not din’s bc din refuses to learn). they have a discussion and din reveals he came here bc he got kicked out and has no way to redeem himself bc there are no mines left and even then the planet’s poisonous. luke spouts some jedi stuff asking din if he’s certain and says blind certainty is the enemies of hope and progress or whatever (setting up the larger theme of identity certainty in the season). luke also points out that if they imps r there then they have to have some way of getting around the environment they caused. inspired and knowing grogu is safe here, din is ready to go redeem himself on mandalore. he says he’ll come to see grogu again and luke makes it clear that while attachments can’t get in front of duty, din is always welcome here <3 

episode 3 of course had din go to the ruins of mandalore to redeem himself, inspired by luke’s words about certainty he goes to the ruins of sundari, where he knows there was once living waters (the other option is the one surviving and imperial-controlled city, but he’s not that dumb). also bc the imps only hang around the cities so that must be where it's survivable. there’s some imperials about the edge of the city (not many) and he does have to subtly fight them but he gets spotted. he wins but he’s panicking bc during the fight his breathing system got hit but then he notices a plant growing. and he realises he’s not dying — the air isn’t poisonous anymore or whatever! so he turns off his failing life support and goes to the city. he explores the city and finds many remnants of mandalorian culture there in the small parts that survived. ash-covered murals, mostly-burnt toys, something that could have once been a palace. he finds a memorial to a duchess satine kryze and thinks huh like bo katan? (because of course the show wouldn’t ignore bo’s motivations) anyway after some slow but meaningful exploring (its quietness eerie, unlike the quietness of the previous stealth section) he manages to make his way below the city. he finds the mines, reads the inscription and then goes in. except of course its no longer shallow and he falls and he falls and he realises well fuck he’s gonna die. his life support got hit earlier and he doesnt have his jetpack he’s going to sink. but then in the darkness, a great looming eye opens and before din knows it, SOMETHING is throwing him out that sinking water. it had to have been a freak current right? he was hallucinating. surely a MYTHOSAUR didn’t just save him… those are all dead, only to return with a new age of mandalore! he shakes his head, ignores it, and collects the water with something new to bring to his people

episode 4 reintroduced us to old fan favourite bo katan in her depression girl era bc din shows up to her empty palace ready to help her take back mandalore… only to find her in a depression pit and— oh my god is she drunk??! she drops that her ppl left her bc she didn’t have the darksaber and din’s looking at the depression pit like. right. bc of the darksaber. he briefly tries to convince her to fight him for it but she’s like no you’ll throw the fight it won’t be true comba— oh no! explosion nearby bc looks like din wasn’t as careful as he thought and the imperials followed him to bo’s place so both of them have to fucking skeet outta there and bo’s home’s destroyed so din’s like hey come on let’s go to my people we can take back mandalore with them or smthn. so they head back to the covert, din reveals he’s no longer apostate and that mandalore isnt cursed it’s breathable + you can successfully walk on the surface now. this is however interrupted by a beast showing up and trying to kill some ppl. it almost kills paz’s son but din kills the beast first in his starfighter. anyway back to the conversation (now within the cave) and din’s trying to convince his clan that they can take back mandalore (with bo as leader) but none of them want to follow her or risk what few numbers they have left. dejected, din and bo make to leave again, but paz follows them out and is like ?? din you literally have the darksaber why didn’t you use it to get at least SOME of them to follow you and din’s like i don’t want people to follow me bc of a legend, if they follow me it has to be bc they want to and paz and bo r internally like wow damn. anyway paz then says he’ll always fight w din if needed bc he saved his son but if he wants the people to follow him they should try get some of the other clans to help so it looks less dangerous. so bo and din leave on their quest. also throughout this episode, we’re introduced to some random civilian in the reintegration program. its implied they worked with gideon and that they’re preparing for something, but we don’t get much more than that. 

episode 5 is the bo episode, this is where we explore her character, have her arc, and ya know really cover her motivations (bc disney would NEVER make it so her motivation is invisible unless you’d seen two other tv shows). din and bo head to where her clan is. they just want to see the clan but they end up being dragged into a b-plot about helping the local pacifist duchess (& duke). din tries to say no but bo-katan says smthn abt diplomacy. this quest initially doesn’t seem plot relevant but throughout bo opens up about her own pacifist duchess sister and she comes to realise how much of this quest has been about trying to live up to satine and not bc she thinks herself the best mand’alor. the thing she said abt diplomacy earlier, she reveals, is just a quote from her sister. anyway they’re finally able to go to bo’s old clan and she, now reinvigorated in accepting and knowing who she is and what she wants (no longer depression girl) challenges axe for leadership of the clan. she wins and in a speech is like we’re gonna retake unpoisonous mandalore by uniting the clans!! most agree but theyre like HOW are we supposed to convince the other clans? and it descends into insane yelling UNTIL a low hum and a black-white light falls over the group. silence falls. everyone looks on. high above his head, din is holding the darksaber (proudly!!) and he’s like we’ll unite them with this. but axe has to constantly be chatting shit and getting up from the floor where he got his ass whipped he’s like really???? you wanna follow him???? he doesn’t even have any mandalorian blood in him!!! and bo makes a great speech about blood doesn’t make a good leader what makes a good leader is knowing when to use your power. and then she’s like he is my mand’alor amen and kneels before him. everyone else follows and din awkwardly stands there still not fully accepting his role 

episode 6 was the great prep episode. we start with din and bo helping and getting a new tribe on their side and heading back to Concordia we realise they’ve got this HUGEEEE war camp of mandalorians!! there are so many clans with them now (except one, which din is really missing)!!!!! this episode mostly focuses on mandalorian culture and them training/ planning and din and bo trying to keep the clans from biting each other’s heads off. but this is interrupted when a small group of imperials try to pre-attack them (like they did w bo’s palace) but the mandos all manage to fight back and take them down, which then leads to a whole speech from din and bo about how mandalorians are all fighting but theyre united now in their grief and with this they can fight the empire. the b-plot of the episode comes back to that random civilian from episode 4 and whoomp turns out their plan was to BREAK MOFF GIDEON OUT OF JAIL!! shitttt!!!! oh no!! he’s back now, that’s gonna make their very decent plan to take back mandalore harder but they dont knowww (irony!)

episodes 7 and 8 were the battle of mandalore, woo! it had to be two episodes because it’s a taking whole occupied planet and not a single base, a pretty damn difficult task that definitely can’t be done by two single clans in like 40 minutes! there’s all those mini tiny bases scattered throughout the planet on the ruins (like din encountered in episode 3) AND more importantly there’s the one domed city that the imperials kept alive as their main base — which means they have to be careful, bc they can’t do any sort of aerial assault or great deal of damage to the imperials without also destroying the one surviving place for them to live. so the plan is smaller strike teams to go the bases plopped around the planet as a distraction and to stop reinforcements to the city while the main force surround the city and take it. the first city team (with din and bo) has to open up all the ports and stuff to allow the HUGE armies to get in. unfortunately this is in the main imp base in the centre of the city so they have to get there. (they’d prefer 2 strike teams but they can only spare 1) MOST of the mini-bases r meanwhile being successfully captured. the strike team gets to the centre to de-activate the port shielding n stuff and GASP! IT’S GIDEON!! FROM JAIL!! and he’s surrounded by fucking MANDO STORMTROOPERS and IN BESKAR ARMOUR oh no!! ambush!! he knew they’d have to go here to allow a full-scale assault! the small strike team at sundari also gets captured bc there were some mandotroopers there (they increased security post episode 3). episode 7 ends on a cliffhanger bc all seems lost and the strike team’s surrounded 

episode 8 starts straight off the cliffhanger and oh no they’re all gonna die gasp WHEN BAM fighting noises elsewhere, everyone’s confused, when paz’s voice crackles over din’s comm like hey bro! BC DIN’S CLAN FINALLY SHOWED UP TO HELP AND THEY WERE ABLE TO MAKE THAT SECOND STRIKE TEAM and in the confusion din & bo’s team take out the mandotroopers, gideon gets away. din and paz and the armorer come face to face and paz calls him mand’alor or smthn bc he’s also accepted it and they’re like woo let’s go now we can fight fr!! din heads to help lead the battle ig but bo’s like nah i have to end gideon for what he did to our planet. and din’s like well he’s wearing beskar armour so you’ll need this and gives her his beskar spear WHICH IS SYMBOLIC BC he’s finally giving up his other weapon and is going to solely use the darksaber!! he’s accepted who he is and is going to lead their ppl!! so yeah instead of having din fight gideon, who he already beat once, bo fights him and its incredibly cathartic. at sundari that strike team who got captured is also not looking great but MYTHOSAUR EX MACHINA COMES AND FUCKS UP THE IMPERIALS THERE (its returned!!). so big battle and gideon’s down and the darksaber DOESN’T get destroyed yay! afterwards they all vibe and they go to the forge and the armorer relights it and they proclaim din mand’alor fr and he accepts it and throne. sure he's still a BIT uneasy (mand'alor the reluctant anyone?) but he's not saying NOO now loll. yayyy!! AND THEN final scene is din returns to the jedi academy like hii thanks for ur advice u were right being blindly certain abt stuff is meh and leaves no room for hope. uh could i show grogu mandalore i promise i’ll bring him right back and it ends on din showing grogu the planet finally bc thats cute and fanservice

anyway isn’t it great this is exactly what happened, it’s all canon and definitely not the stealingpotatoes sequels canon continuity rewrite! 

#hot girls finally watch a show and then immediately sit down and make 2.5k words of a rewrite LOL #while having a fever! #mand'alor din djarin #potes wrotes #(ish) #the mandalorian s3 #mandalorian season 3 #IM NOT SAYING I COULD DO BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL WRITERS like i get they have very different circumstances to me n stuff w execs etc #but i did try to write this while considering what would make good/marketable tv not just what would make a solely good plot #im not gonna be one of those ppl who's never made a tv show but thinks she could do better than seasoned writers/directors lollll #this is lichrally me trying to make my accidental redo continuity work with s3 LMAO #its also messy as hell bc i wrote it in one sitting and its not a proper piece of writing. there r plot holes but i think less than og #actually if there r any problems im blaming my fever <3 #mandalorian s3 rewrite #the sswscc

[phoenixyfriend]

Thinking about Kryze titles... juggling thoughts... multiple duchies across the system, and civilian/administrative rulers are generally elected from among them (something something those leaders have a proven track record of leadership so they have an easier time showing qualifications and/or gathering allies and support; privileged as heck, but not impossible to surpass in polls).

But since even a single county can be half a planet (e.g. Krownest has a Countess), heirs and heiresses to the duchies are still referred to as prince/princess since their role is equivalent in terms of population and area of rule to the monarchs of other, independent planets.

They still get called duchies, though, because they aren't the actual head of state, just head of This Large Section; the Mando equivalent of the actual monarch is, of course, Mand'alor. Tradition then states that nobility that ascends to the civilian head of state position keep their previous title (Duchess, Countess, etc) as a reminder that their ascension by vote to civilian head of state is a temporary one, and that they will eventually have to go back to their inherited position.

The child of the Mand'alor isn't technically a prince or princess since that ISN'T an inherited title, but they get called one around outsiders anyway since it's not great optics to have it look like the child of the monarch-by-combat (or monarch by clan consensus) is of lesser rank than the children of the dukes and duchesses.

Not sure how the internal politics of the various duchies and counties go yet... might vary by planet. Pre was a governor, so maybe the individual planets have their own form of "one inherited-and-trained, one voted" or something? Or the dukes and duchesses are TECHNICALLY only responsible for their own Houses and lands, but those make up a large enough portion of the populations that their functionally a cabinet member of their own planet's administration... and the Dukes and Duchesses ARE voted in, unless there's an emergency with a backup, but it's a lifetime appointment and the voting pool is just among different branches of that clan?

I'm working on it.

#Mandalore #Mandalorian politics #star wars #the clone wars #Phoenix Talks

[dyns33]

Mando’a

A sweet Mandalorian story, with a sweet idiot Din and his son

The Mandalorian, Din Djarin, was a man of honour.

No, more than that, he was a good man.

Y/N had known it almost immediately, seeing him with the child. He held him like a father held his son, and at first she thought they were related by blood, and that the bounty hunter was green under his helmet.

In the end, Grogu was indeed his son, but adopted, and the Mandalorian was ready to sacrifice everything for him. Except maybe his job, because he needed money to buy food for the kid.

So he had to keep hunting down dangerous individuals, and he didn't like the idea of ​​leaving the child alone, nor the idea of ​​taking him with him.

So that was how he hired Y/N, after saving her from a drunken man in a cantina, and seeing that she and Grogu seemed to be getting along well.

           "I will pay you, of course." he promised.

           "If I can sleep and eat, and you're not hurting me, then taking care of this adorable baby is enough for me. You helped me after all, it's normal that I'm doing you a favour."

           "I insist."

Din didn't insist long, perhaps not to offend her, seeing that she wouldn't change her mind. Y/N really didn't mind just following him and staying with Grogu. She had always dreamed of adventures.

Despite everything, the Mandalorian seemed to find it necessary to show her his gratitude as often as possible, offering her several gifts, such as new clothes, a weapon to defend herself when he was not around, then a chainmail in Beskar, like the one his son was wearing.

           "I thought only Mandalorians were allowed to wear Beskar !" she said, wondering if this was a test.

           "The Mandalorians and their clansmen. I... You... You are my cya... my burc'ya. You deserve to wear dignified armour, which will protect you."

           "It's a real honour, Mando ! I'm happy to be part of your clan !"

           "Din. My name is Din."

After that, there were fewer gifts, but lots of lovely attentions. No doubt in Mandalorian custom, the leader had to make sure the other members of the clan were happy, healthy and safe.

As with Grogu, Din always made sure Y/N was okay. He always seemed nervous when he had to leave the ship, and he only relaxed when he came back and found them where he had left them, playing or sleeping.

Adoring his father as much as the Mandalorian adored him, Grogu threw himself into his arms every time he saw him.

           "I'm glad to see you too, ad'ika. You were good ? You didn't do too much mischief ? You will always be nice to your buire, uh ?"

           "Pato !"

           "Yes, that's good. I'll keep him, rest cyare."

           "But you just arrived, you..."

           "No." Din said, putting a finger to her mouth. "I know the little one. My mission certainly wasn't as exhausting as him, get some sleep."

At first Y/N slept alone, or with Grogu. The Mandalorian had made a bed for her in a corner of the ship, her own space, so she could have some privacy.

Then she had had a nightmare and to reassure her, the three of them had slept together. Then there had been a problem with the temperature controller, and they had huddled together so they wouldn't freeze to death until they got to a planet to fix it. Of course, Y/N still got sick and Din took care of her until she was better.

After that, without them talking about it, they ended up always sharing the same bed.

Y/N had been travelling with him for several months when Din gave her the necklace that indicated they were from the same clan, before removing his helmet to show her his face.

She was pretty sure he had no right to do this, even with his clansmen.

           "You are my cyare, and Grogu is my ad'ika. It is permitted."

           "Really ?"

           "Of course. Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde."

Y/N smiled tenderly, nodding, which seemed to please him, and smiling as well, he leaned his forehead against hers.

That was the only small problem with Din.

He often spoke Mando'a, obviously without realizing it, and forgetting that Y/N didn't understand at all what he was saying. But she always tried to guess.

He was certainly polite. Kind. As always.

But nothing more.

His arms around her when he slept, his hand caressing her cheek when he had to leave, his smile when he looked at her, his forehead against hers, it meant nothing. Not what she would hope for, anyway.

When he was talking about her, Din was using a lot of words. At first it had been 'burc'ya', but soon it changed to 'cyare' or 'mesh'la'.

With Grogu, she became 'buire'.

When they met someone, she was 'riduur'.

Y/N dared not ask what that meant. Clan member, babysitter ?

She sometimes talked about it with the little one, who didn't really seem to be listening, or understanding, even if sometimes he would turn his little head towards her, and with his big eyes he seemed to say to her 'you are ridiculous, really ridiculous'.

It was Din who had explained that expression to him. Grogu often looked at him like that, with good reason. The child looked at his father like that when he was giving Y/N a nickname, and when he was offering her something, and when he was stammering, asking if he could hold her hand to not lose her in the crowd.

Grogu was still making that face when they arrived at the Armourer's. Din had found some Beskar and she was the only one who could make something useful out of it, for him or for other Mandalorians.

It was much harder than with Din to know what she was thinking behind her helmet, but she seemed happy to see the child, and surprised to see Y/N.

           "Your clan has grown ?"

           "Yes."

           "Did you take your helmet off ?"

           "Only in front of my ad'ika and my riduur."

           "Married ? Congratulations. Come see me if she gets pregnant, I'll prepare presents for your children."

           "We're not there yet, but thank you. I don't know if Grogu will be happy to have vodes or if he will try to eat them."

The little one then turned to Y/N, who had frozen and he stared at her, as if he wanted to say 'Finally. Finally my stupid father has put words to his behaviour and my oblivious mother will be able to understand that they are married. I'm tired and hungry now, feed me '.

           "Uh..." she stammered as she approached the Mandalorians. "Married ?"

           "You didn't respect the custom ? You didn't exchange your vows ?"

           "I did !" Din replied, before sounded less sure. "Well, I said my vows. After courting her, showing her that I would be a good partner. She accepted them."

           "Obviously she doesn't know what she accepted."

           "I... Cyare, you...  Haar'chak !"

He kicked a crate before leaving the forge, leaving the Armourer, Y/N and Grogu, who ran towards her, asking to be hug.

As if everything was perfectly normal, the other Mandalorian resumed her work in silence, finishing melting the Beskar, but as Y/N went to follow Din, she called out to her without looking.

           "Leave him alone for a moment. He needs to understand his mistake, then he'll come back. He's not a coward or he wouldn't be a Mandalorian."

           "He really thought we were married ?"

           "Obviously. But if he wasn't clear, it's his fault. He won't blame you for not understanding, and for not wanting him."

           "... I didn't say I didn't want him."

           "Ah. Then maybe you two should talk. Leave the child with me, I'll watch him."

Y/N didn't dare tell her that Grogu was very good at evading people if he felt like it, but she left him near the Armourer before going to find Din, who was sulking near a cliff. His helmet was at his feet and yet it was hard to know if he was happy to see her.

           "...Trikayc, cyare. Sorry." he whispered. "I'm not good with words, I thought my intentions were clear. You seemed to appreciate my attentions. I shouldn't have assumed…You were just kind and polite. I'm sorry."

           "Actually... I also thought you were just nice and polite. If you had translated some of the words... Or if you had kissed me."

           "Mesh'la... You mean..."

           "Why didn't you ever kiss me, if we're married ?"

           "What ? But I kiss you all the time !"

Approaching her to prove it to her before she could tell him that she would remember if he had ever kissed her, and if he had done it when she was sleeping it didn't count and would be very weird, Din leaned his forehead against hers, looking her straight in the eyes.

Then he didn't move, looking very serious.

           "…Yes ? I'm waiting ?" decided to say Y/N after a long minute.

           "It's a Mandalorian kiss."

           "...Oh. Din, you're adorable. An adorable idiot."

Y/N kissed him then, not like a Mandalorian, and obviously it was the first time someone kissed the poor man, who jumped a little, before relaxing, melting a little when she put her hands on his cheek and neck.

           "Kriff, if I had known, I would have done this a long time ago."

           "In addition to the rest." Y/N sneered. "Even if it's a little hard in bed with..."

           "Pato !"

Unsurprisingly, they looked down to find Grogu standing between them, clutching his father's leg, demanding to be lifted.

Either he had escaped the Armourer's watch or she had let him go.

Despite his sigh, Y/N knew that Din was happy as he took the child in his arms. Grogu squealed with delight as she fiddled with his ear. He was smart, he knew they had finally stopped acting like idiots.

           "So I'm his bure ?"

           "Buire. His mother. Or relative."

           "Riduur ?"

           "My wife. Partner."

           "Cyare ? Mesh'la ?"

           "It's time to go."

           "Din !"

           "I'll teach you Mando'a, later."

After greeting the Armourer, who seemed relieved that they were indeed married, otherwise Din would have become an apostate, they flew to a new destination. During the trip, when Grogu was sleeping, Din explained his culture a little better to Y/N, teaching her a few words, when she wasn't teaching him new non-verbal ways to show that he loved her in the cockpit.

While they were embracing, he translated to her the vows he had pronounced during their 'wedding'.

           “We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.”

           "That's terribly romantic... Wait. Raise warriors ?"

           "Yes. We already have a child of course, but one day he could have vodes and..."

           "Vodes ?"

           "... Brothers and sisters ?" Din said shyly, placing his hand on her belly. "If you want, of course !"

Yes, the Mandalorian was a man of honour. A good man, a wonderful father, an exceptional husband, and an adorably awkward lover, and Y/N had known it as soon as she had met him.

#the mandalorian #the mandolorian x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin imagine

[wonderlandsakura]

Hi.

So I just started watching Mando season 3 and I was reading up on Mando lore stuff in the break and now my brain is highlighting all that fun symbolism stuff, so I thought I would chat about it cause ranting to my friends was clearly not enough

(btw this is about the 3 factions of the Mando Civil War)

Anyway:

The fact that Din knows, and is sort of respected by, arguably, the last remaining members (and thus heads) of the clans that headed the 3 factions, the Vizslas (Paz), the Kryzes (Bo-Katan) and the Fetts of House Mereel (Boba), which were the leaders of the Death Watch, New Mandalorians and Haat Mandalorians respectively, is greatly amusing, especially since he's being set up to be the very unwilling and accidental Mand'alor, cause it means he's also technically gained the trust and respect of all 3 factions.

(AND technically also united them, since they've all protected Grogu, which doesn't have to count, but it would mean, symbolically, that he has already united Mandalore, from when the 3 factions were separated. Not that he couldn't actually get them all to work together, since he could totally call all these dudes (since he's had his dip) and they would very likely come help him, no questions asked)

And so, not only has our soft, silly little Mand'alor accidentally earned his title via conquest, he has also earned it by technically uniting the 3 factions, also accidentally, of course, so he's accidentally become even more qualified for his unwanted position. (+ a certain spoilery occurance, that honestly just makes him even more overqualified)

It's really the sword that chooses it's master isn't it.

Din definitely didn't choose the Mand'alor life, but boy, is it screaming crying throwing up choosing him.

#we love our accidentally overqualified Mand'alor the Reluctant #mand'alor din djarin #the mandalorian #din dijarn #Mandalorian Civil War #haat mandalorians #haat #new mandalorians #death watch #tor vizsla #pre vizsla #paz viszla #the children of the watch #jaster mereel #jango fett #boba fett #adonai kryze #satine kryze #duchess satine #bo katan kryze #i think im going to do another post but of symbolism of season 3 so spoilers #i'll probably do a bunch over the next few weeks while i watch #i watch it on tues/thurs/sat i think but idk

[titikawai]

My DinBo headcanons for the rest of the series

•Din is impressed by her fighting and how much of a good leader she is

•He loves her hair

•One day he burges in on a cute talk between Grogu and Bo and can’t help but appreciate how motherly she is to him

•he sees her training Grogu / the foundlings

•Din reacts to her beskar pauldron

•they train together / she teaches him how to wield the darksaber

•Bo saying sth flirty mid fight to catch him off guard and win

•she teaches him how to make Pog soup

•they eat together while sitting back to back not to see each other’s face (I stole this one from: @pieshot56)

•stargazing at night while they have a deep convo

•« I never know if you’re staring at me or just zoned out »

•talk about family or in their case the lack there off and their wish to create their own (foundlings or true Mando community)

•him placing a hand on hero’s when she mentions Satine

•Bo confessing what she did while in Death Watch and Din taking a burden off her shoulder because she was « just an influential kid who wanted to do good »

•she rests her head on his shoulder and Din has a silent mental breakdown

•he also tells her about how he didn’t like just being a bounty hunter and wished he « was good at something else than violence » before he met Grogu and everything changed

•she reacts to his words and remembers she did say something similar once and how when she met him and grogu she did feel a switch (but doesn’t tell him)

•she tells him about the mythosaur and how she thought she had gone mad and « you’re gonna think I’m crazy » and he answer : « there is nothing that you will ever say to me that will make you sound crazy » (quoting Stiles Stilinski ik)

•him saying he will help her tame it and bring it back

•both saying they trust each other

•Korkie survived and is allowed as a guest on the moon

•He meets Din : « Auntie, your new boyfriend is so badass »

• Bo : « he’s not my … » Din: « we’re not… »

•Korkie’s knowing look

•They finally go back to Mandalore and she gives him a tout of the ruins and tells him her childhood memories

•They tame the mythosaur together but Bo is the one actually giving him the last hit to make it pass out

•Bo trying to hide her injuries from Din but ends up fainting in front of him

•he saves her for once and catches her before she hits the floor

•she wakes up and he’s taking care off her, lying her down : « Let me take care of you for once, please just let me »

•washing off the blood from her body and noticing a broken rib

•Bandages her saying « I should have been more careful, I didn’t want you to get hurt »

• noticing an old scar and staring at it till Bo eventually tells him the story behind it

•Din stays up all night by the fire to make sure she is safe

•they go back to mandalore: her on the mythosaure and him with the light saber in hand. All the children of the watch and Korkie kneel in front of them

•One night around the fire, Din confessed how he was scared she would die and how much he cares about her

•Din: « I know we have our differences and you might still want to kill me after I took the darksaber from you but… I like you… you really don’t have to like me back but … »

•Bo slowly but surely goes for a Keldabe kiss. They stand helmet to helmet while also holding each other’s hands

•Grogu is not far… smiling cause his mom and dad are finally a sailing ship

•Same with the armourer who the next day suggests a mandalorian political wedding to unite all clans

•Bo wants to think about it alone and leaves for Mandalore again and finds herself in the mines all over again. She’s scared of her feelings

•Din is scared he did something wrong and texts her asking if everything is alright but she doesn’t answer for days

• she eventually does, sharing her location

•he rushes there and finds her by the water in which he bathed back in episode 2

•she tells him about her feelings and how scary all of this is to her

•Din confesses he feels the same way but doesn’t want to lose her because he is too afraid

• they are alone in the mines, he takes off his helmet

•she’s like « Why are you doing this? You don’t have to! »

•and he answers : « I want you to see the truth in my eyes when I say I will never leave your side »

•she tears up and eventually takes off her helmet and tell him the same applies to her

•they both smile, he washes off her tears and they slowly kiss

•Then R-rated scene involving scar and forehead kissing, hair caressing…

•They eventually come back to the children of the watch and accept the « political marriage » that actually isn’t one

•they have the cutest intimate wedding (kind of like Anakin and Padmé in Episode II)

Season 4 :

•They both start rebuilding Mandalore

•Mandalorian from every clan meet and do feasts together, a real sense of community emerges

•Paz Vizla and Din become BFF and the same thing happens with Grogu and Ragnar

•Bo and Sabine reunite

•Ahsoka and Luke often visit Mandalore to see Bo, Din and Grogu

•Din and Bo still parent Grogu

•Din is the sword of Mandalore and Bo does the ruling and the administrative work = Dream team work

•maybe they find a new foundling they name Satine

•post wedding : DinBo isn’t scared to take off their helmets when they are just the two of them. Often, when Din goes and look for injuries on his wife’s face, he’d notice how pretty her eyes are, causing him to blush

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

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Clan of Three - Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen: The Apostate

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers and a heavy role to bear. Now reunited their journeys across the galaxy are just beginning to complete their final mission.

Word Count: 5.5K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: some wholesome moments, light violence, semi-angst, slight ptsd

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A covert hidden in the shadows now out in the light though still hidden on a planet. The waters before the cave lap at the shore as a boy stands in the waters other Mandalorians surround him as their leader steps forward a helmet resting in her hands.

“I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors…” She starts and the boy recites, “I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors…”

“That I shall walk the Way of the Mand’alor…” 

“That I shall walk the Way of the Mand’alor…”

The clans look over the signets glimmer in the sunlight, banners of the smaller clans representing the covert.

“And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.

“And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.”

The Armorer looks down at the boy who stands in the water as he recites the creed, “This is the Way.” She says

“This is the Way.” The boy responds and the whole covert repeats those words. The Armorer raises the helmet placing it on the boy’s head as it covers his face.

“From this moment on, I shall never remove my helmet.” She says and the boy nods, “From this moment on, I shall never…”

The words are interrupted by a dinosaur turtle that storms the beach attacking the Mandalorian covert. The water sprays over them all as the adults rush to kill the creature with their weapons, others getting the children back to the caves.

“Go! Go! Go!”

“Young ones, to the cave!”

It swings its arms and head snapping at them causing the water to pull some other as they fight against the creature and protect their own.

“I got you! I got you!”

The creature eats a few Mandalorians their screams filling the air and the others attempt to plant explosives on the monster but are unable to pierce its thick hide. Grappling cables pierce it trying to subdue the creature. But it’s sheer vast and strength as it rolls flinging Mandalorians attached into the air and some pulled underwater. The Armorer rushes forward saving one of their own only to be thrown back by the creature. The boy rushes forward to try to save the Mandalorian on the ground but the creature charges toward him. Paz Vizsla reaches the child pushing him aside, “Get down!” Firing at the creature as it charges toward him.

Two torpedoes strike the creature at its side distracting it as it turns towards the ship heading off to attack the Mandalorians look spotting a starship heading back towards the creature. Another attack comes from an X-Wing firing straight at its face right as the N-1 fires its final torpedoes killing the creature a large explosion of water and guts comes flying down from the air as the creature screeches before collapsing. The Mandalorians watch as the starfighter and the X-wing land beside the creature, as they draw closer to see who their saviors are. The canopies of both open revealing from the N-1 starfighter the exiled Mandalorian with his child and from the X-wing a mix of both Mandalorian and Jedi.

You both exit your respective ships as Din with Grogu leads towards where the Armorer had walked off to. You’ve never seen this many Mandalorian since Nevarro when they first rescued you and Grogu but it seemed like they have only grown more. Din creates a path as they look at the three of you as they pass by. You could feel their gazes follow you as they take in your appearance. Probably for the fact you wear no helmet and the weapons that rest on your hip that have them whispering.

“Bic cuyir a jetiise..Witch…te adiik cuyir nayc Mando…” (It’s a jedi. The child is no Mandalorian) You ignore most of their whispers and insults are mainly thrown at you. Until you catch the gaze of Paz Vizsla his hands holding the large blaster and you feel the heated glare coming from the man. Turning your gaze forward at Din’s back as you enter the cave. You see the forge created just like the one on Nevarro and Glavis Ringworld. She stands with her back towards you both before she speaks up her voice echoing throughout the large room.

“You have removed your helmet. What’s worse, you did so of your own free will. You are no longer Mandalorian.”

Din steps forward placing Grogu down on the ground then looks at the Armorer, “The Creed teaches us of redemption.”

“Redemption is no longer possible since the destruction of our homeworld.” The Armorer retorts.

“But what if the mines of Mandalore still exist?” Din says as he seats himself a the table on the floor with her join. You and the child sit on the sides as Din looks at the female Mandalorian who shakes her head, “All was destroyed in the Purge.”

Din pulls out a piece of green glass inscribed in it Mando’a and places it on the table, “Is this inscription, not Mandalorian?” The Armorer grabs the crystal looking over the fragmented writing,

“Where did you come upon this?” She asks, “Jawas. They came upon it by trade from a traveler who claimed to have visited the surface of Mandalore.” Din explains. During your travels following the Pykes, you had encountered Jawas that had this crystal that spurred Din to look for the covert hidden somewhere in the Outer Rim.

“Then this relic only proves that Mandalore’s entire surface has been crystalized by fusion rays.” The Armorer says returning the crystal back to Din.

“But a traveler was able to retrieve this, so perhaps, it is not poisoned. If I visit the planet and I can bring you proof that I have bathed in the Living Waters beneath the mines of Mandalore, then by Creed, the decree of exile will be lifted and I would be redeemed.” He explains his plan and the Armorer is silent before nodding and accepting his quest,

“This is the Way.”

Din stands and you follow as you pull the child into your arms. He looks at the Armorer giving her a sharp nod, “Then I will see you again.”

Leaving the cave to see some Mandalorians cleaning up others waiting to see what is to happen with their visitors seeing you three exit. Din heads towards the ship taking the child as you trail behind still feeling the gazes of the few Mandalorian. A hand shoots out grabbing your arm and stopping you in your tracks. Your skin crawls from the contact as your hand reaches for your saber. The hand is tight around your bicep and you could tell a bruise was going to form.

“Gar kelir ratiin cuyir eyn aruetii..” (You will always be an outsider) Paz Vizsla leans to growl the insult for only you to hear, his grip on your arm harsh. You are silent as you keep your gaze forward your hand grasps the saber on your belt but doesn’t pull it off your belt, “Partaylir tion'ad gar cuyir olar” (Remember who you are here) He releases your arm with a shove and you stay still your hand shaking just to turn around and beat the crap out of him for touching you. You look down releasing your grasp on the saber seeing your hold on the Darksaber not your own. Steeling your face and moving past the Mandalorians watching the interaction climbing into your X-Wing and starting it up.

R4 gives some concerned beeps as you sigh putting in the coordinates that Din sent you seeing Nevarro show up on your navigator, “All good R4…let’s just get off this planet.”

The N-1 and the X-wing enter the Nervarro airspace as a transmission comes through that you accept, “Welcome to Nevarro, independent trade anchor and Outer Rim Hyperlane port. Please state the purpose of your visit.” A woman’s voice comes through.

“Here to visit a friend.” You respond and you’re granted clearance and given a spot on the tarmac, climbing out as R4 exits its spot. Joined up with Din and Grogu you move towards the city it is even more lively and different from when you first visited since… A droid greets you both as you enter the city gates, “Greetings. Welcome to the port of Nevarro, gem of the Outer Rim. Our esteemed High Magistrate welcomes you and hopes that your stay will be a prosperous one,” You see trade going on, children running through the streets but not in fear but in play in a game of chase, “We invite you to visit our shops and markets, enjoy local delicacies, marvel at the black lava canyons, or soak in the geothermal springs.”

You look around at the streets of Nevarro City and the cleanliness and safety that is a part of it. Droids and different species of people roam the streets and none move away from you and the Mandalorian in fear greeting you as you pass by.

“A lot has changed around here.” You say seeing the people playing music as children dance and play in the large center, before you is a statue of IG-11 in his honor. Without the droid’s sacrifice, none of you would have made it off Nevarro alive.

“Do you remember your old friend?” Din says to Gorgu who looks at the droid in curiosity.

“Mando!” Turning seeing Greef looking great in crimson robes truly shows his status as Magistrate. Walking down steps followed by a protocol droid he greets the Mandalorian with a firm shake and he sees you with a large grin on his face. “I heard you were back, but I didn’t believe it. Ah and Y/n it is good to see you too. You’ve gotten much older since the last time.”

You bow your head slightly in greeting, “It’s good to see you Karga.”

“Magistrate Karga.” Din greets him and the protocol droid steps forward, “That’s High Magistrate Karga to you.” Greef waves the droid offer gesturing towards the large building you assume to be the town hall,

“Come. Let’s catch up on old times.” Entering his office everything looked so modern and just better compared to old Nevarro.

“It’s so good to see you both. Welcome back.” Greef says as you lean against his desk Din standing behind you, the child in Greef’s chair using the force to spin himself around.

“Doesn’t even look like the same place.” Din comments and Greef smiles proud of the hard work put in, “I know, we’ve done a lot with it. The citizens have been so instrumental in making this all work, and look at this. We are an official trade spur of the Hydian Way.”

“Congratulations.” You say and Din nods, “We’ve got a construction boom going on in the city. The belters are mining the asteroid fields at the edge of the system. There’s a lot of money to be made on Nevarro.”

“I can see.” Din says, “I can set you up with a prime tract right over by the hot springs. You, the kid, and the little one, you can settle down, you can hang up your blaster. Live off the fat of the land.” Greef creates the picture-perfect lifestyle.

“Grogu.” Din says and Greef looks at him confused, “Come again?”

“His name is Grogu.” The small infant stops spinning perking up when his name is called and you smile at him making him giggle slightly, “Oh. If you say so. Come, I wanna show you something,” Greef leads you both to the large balcony showing the city landscape pointing off in directions. He points over to a large area far off in the outskirts of the city, somewhere private away from all of this “Now, as I was saying, there’s a beautiful parcel available right down here by the flats.”

Din nods stepping away from the balcony and standing by the desk where Grogu still sits in the large chair, “I appreciate the offer, but I have some matters to look after.”

“Oh, I’m confused,” Greef frowns as the two of you re-enter the room, “I thought you had completed your mission, but you’re still running around here with them.”

“It’s complicated.” You explain leaning against the door frame to the balcony as Greef stands between you two,

“I completed my quest. He returned to me. I removed my helmet, and now I’m an apostate.” Din explains.

“Which is all the more reason for you to stay here with us,” Greef offers to step closer to the man, “Where you are from, you may be an apostate, but here, you’d be landed gentry.”

“Magistrate.” The protocol droid halts your conversation and you all turn to see it waiting by the doorway,

“High Magistrate.” “Yes, High Magistrate. Apologies.”

Greef sighs letting the droid enter, “Your timing couldn’t be any worse.”

“But it’s just that, there’s someone here to see you.” The droid explains and the man waves him off wanting to get back to your conversation, “It can wait.”

“But it’s pirates!” The droid yells and you all look back now more concerned, “Pirates in the courtyard.”

Following behind the two older men and before exiting out to the streets Din helps pull the mask of your cloak to hide your face. Reaching the streets you can hear shouting from what you assume to be the pirates, “Get out of my way or I’ll split your circuits.”

“Oh, my stars.” “Stand aside, droid, don’t you know who we are?” The pirate shouts at the droid blocking the school.

“Come on, Vane. That’ll be enough of that.” Greef calls out as the lead pirate steps forward you and Din trailing behind letting the High Magistrate deal with this.

“Greef Karga, my old friend. I knew you wouldn’t insult us. Come, join us for a drink.” The Nikto holds his hands out a wide grin across his face seeing an old friend.

“Let’s continue this conversation back at my office,” Greef says before pointing to the building, “This, this is a school.”

“Well, that explains why she wouldn’t let me inside.” Vane says as the other pirates laugh before pointing to the school, “I forgot, it was your cut of my boss’s treasure that built this saloon. Pirate King Gorian Shard’s name is familiar to all in this sector.”

“Come, join me for a drink back at my office. We’ll toast to your captain.” Greef repeats he’d rather have rowdy pirates drunk in his office than where children are nearby.

“We drink here,” Vane says and the other pirates make sounds of agreement.

“That is a school now,” Greef says tired of the back and froth.

“I say it’s still a bar. Now, bring us a drink.” His hand rests on his blaster and Din speaks up leaning against the tree beside him.

“Is there a problem here, Magistrate?” He says his arms crossed his chest as he watches the pirates that take in the Mandalorian and also the hooded figure next to him.

“Is there a problem here?” Greef says before looking back at Vane, “What do you think?”

“Not if you serve me a drink.” Vane repeats himself and Greef steps forward. “Not in my school.”

Vane chuckles looking back at his crew, “You hear that, boys? His school. You paid us for murder and mayhem inside these doors. Sounds like you went soft.” He taunts the man as Greef tilts his head his hand pushing back his cloak slightly revealing the blaster on his side, “You think so? Try me.”

Vane pulls out his blaster but before he can use it it’s shot out of his hand and Vane groans in pain from the blaster heat, “Tell Captain Gorian Shard that Nevarro is no longer friendly to pirates. Now get outta here.” Vane glares and the others pull out their blasters, but you and Din shoot them down quickly each backing the High Magistrate as Vane laughs nervously now completely alone and defenseless.

“Get out of here, Vane. Now.” Greef warns him and you watch the pirate quickly flee down the street as you move closer to the man, “Sure you wanna let him go?” You ask watching him disappear around the corner.

“He’ll let it be known that Nevarro is respectable now and not to be trifled with.” Greef says before looking at some service droids, “Have the service droids scrub up out there.”

“Yes, sir, right away.” The droid says as others quickly come in and start cleaning up the mess the four of you moving down the street. Greef sighs looking at Din, “I gotta level with you, Mando. I need a Marshal.”

“What about Marshal Dune?” You ask, since arriving you haven’t seen the woman at all in Nevarro.

“After she brought in Moff Gideon, she was recruited by Special Forces,” Greef says and Din quickly notices the sudden silence that came from you hearing that name. “And what came of Gideon?” Din asks watching you from the corner of your eye as you trail back.

“Ugh. He was sent off to a New Republic War Tribunal,” Greef says producing a scoff from Din, “So… What do you say? You ready to put on the stripes and collect a healthy stipend? You’d make a very fine lawman.” He offers and Din is reluctant of that kind of job.

“Why not request one from the New Republic?” He asks and Greef shakes his head,

“The last thing we intend is to bow down to yet another far-off bureaucracy. No. Under my watch, Nevarro will become the first truly independent trade anchor in this entire sector.” He explains he had worked hard to make this a respectable place not to have it fall under the rule of another damned empire or republic.

Din sighs shaking his head, “I can’t serve as your marshal. I have something pressing to attend to.”

“Apologies. I didn’t know you were here on business,” Greef chuckles before waving his hands around the town square to show off everything there is to offer, “What can we provide?”

“I need him back.” Din says as you look up at the statue of IG11 and Greef laughs, “IG11 was destroyed on the lava river. This is just a statue.”

“These are his parts, are they not?” Din asks and Greef nods, “I mean, what’s left of ’em. We were lucky to recover any of his parts after he self-destructed.”

“I need a droid I can trust to help me explore Mandalore, and he’s that droid.” Din points at the statue that is just remnants.

“Hey, what about R4?” You ask as the droid beside you beeps ready for duty and Din shakes his head. “Don’t trust that droid.” He says and you scoff crossing your arms as R4 gives sad beeps.

“Hey he didn’t mean it…he’s just a picky.” You whisper to the droid trying to cheer him up as it gives a depressing beep accepting your failed attempt to lift its spirits.

“Mando, we’ve got plenty of droids around here, we’ll find you one. I guarantee it.” Greef says and Din shakes his head and points at IG. “Let me give it a shot.”

Returning to Greef’s office in a workshop the remnants of the droid lie across a table as Din tries reviving the droid plugging it into some power while fixing some circuits and boards, “There. He’s hooked up to power. Let’s see if we can wake him up.” Din steps back looking at the droid before turning on the power button on the droid. A low hum fills the room as it powers up a beeping sound showing its turning on. “There you go.”

“Subparagraph sixteen-teen-teen of the Bondsman Guild protocol waiver…” IG’s voice is all distorted as it glitches and stutters, “Immediately produce said…The bounties are mine. Assets to be terminated.” The legless droid lunges at you and the child in your arms and you stumble back as it crawls toward you.

“Terminate assets. Terminate assets.” It repeats as Din shoots at it but it keeps charging at you and the child, “Greef!” You yell before tossing the child over to the man that catches him as IG grabs your leg and you’re pulled to the ground. 

“Terminate asset.” It repeats as its hands try wrapping around your throat but you fight against the strong droid.

“Mando, shoot it! Shoot it!” Greef yells as you keep fighting the droid above you. “Don’t you kriffing shoot me!” You yell.

“Terminate.” Using your full body weight you fling the heavy droid off you it landing before a bust of Greef. Waving your hand as it falls off the pedestal and crushes the droid’s head. Din pulls you to your feet as you look at the destroyed droid,

“Now that’s using your head.” Din says and Greef still holding the child looks at the droid, “I think he defaulted to his old programming.”

“You think?” You say as Din’s plan of finding a droid adds a whole new step.

“That’s too big a job for you to do by yourself. Fortunately, Nevarro has attracted the best droid smiths of the Outer Rim,” Greef explains returning the child to Din with the help of a service droid to carry the parts of IG as the man leads you through the streets of Nevarro, “They’ll have IG back to his old self in no time.”

“Are you sure they’re up for it?” Din asks as you turn down a street, “I don’t think I can handle him with all his limbs if things go scud.”

“Why don’t you ask ’em for yourself?” Greef offers while knocking on a small window about your hip height, “Who?”

“The Anzellans.” Greefs points to the now small window and you see a small creature you assume the Anzellans as he looks at you four,

“What do you want?”

The three of you sat in a very small room, barely fighting all three of you, Greef opting to stay outside though hunched over listening. Grogu watches the creatures even smaller than him work on the droid as they speak louder in their language before cursing as the main one turns to Din.

“No. Can’t fix. No. No, no. The broken.” It says and you two look confused at it. “Uh… Okay.” Din says as it speaks Anzellan as he waves his hands pointing at the droid before back at the two of you see you didn’t understand.

“The broken. It broke.” He repeats and Din shakes his head, “I don’t understand. Do you speak Huttese?”

“Mando, he said he can’t fix it,” Greef calls from the doorway translating from his distance spot and Din shakes his head pointing at IG, “That’s no good, I need this one. This one is my friend.”

“It not friend anymore. Memory circuit broken.” He says spitting on the droid in shame as Din sighs, “He says the memory circuit is shot.” Greef calls out and the two of you look at the man understanding what the Anzellan was saying but he continues to translate.

“No more.” The small droidsmith says, “Well, put in a new one.” Din says and he shakes his head,

“No, no, no, no. Not work. Don’t make new one. Very hard to find.” One of them says and the other shakes his head, “No.”

“He said they don’t make ’em anymore. They’re very hard to find.” Greef calls out and you both look at the man,

“We got it,” Din calls out.

“Buy new droid. This one poodoo.” The Anzellan says, “He says you should get a new one.” The two of you ignore Greef’s not needed translation.

“Can you fix it without the memory circuit?” Din asks and the droidsmith thinks before nodding, “Yes, but IG no think.”

“What if I find you the part?” Din offers and the creature nods, “Okay, now. Then no problem. We fix.”

“If you can get a new part, he says he can fix it.” Greef says and you turn to the man, “We understand him pretty well Greef,”

“No! No! No! No! No! No, down, down!” You whip your head seeing Grogu holding one of the Anzellan hugging it as the other tries freeing him,

“No, Grogu. He’s not a pet.” Din says reaching over and trying to free the droidsmith,

“No squeezie. Not squeeze. Not squeeze. Bad baby!” The trapped Anzellan yells before getting free and looking at the child, “Oh, he’s a bad baby.”

“Sorry about that. He’s young.” Din apologizes as droidsmith looks at the child, “Yeah, bad baby. Oh!” He screams but again as Grogu tries reaching over to grab him. You and Din struggle in the compact space to get Gorgu away from him.

“No, Grogu.” “Come kid!”

Returning to the port reaching your ships as R4 gets settled into the droid port as you head over to Din who stands beside Greef,

“We hope to see you soon.” Greef says as he shakes hands with Din and you nod goodbye, “Keep IG-11 safe until I get back with that part.” Din says.

“If the Anzellans can’t find it, I don’t know who can. Safe travels.” Greef says stepping back as you both board your ships starting them up and quickly exiting the atmosphere.

“Being a Mandalorian’s not just learning about how to fight, you also have to know how to navigate the galaxy, because you never know where you might be headed next,” You hear Din speaking to Grogu teaching him about the ship as you follow beside him listen at the softness of his voice, “This here is your hyperspace map. You determine your range by looking at your fuel gauge. And this…”

A beep fills both your and Din’s ships and you see your enemy proximity warning indicator going off, “…is your enemy proximity warning indicator.” He says as you see the starfighters appear. “Hang on, kid, we got pirates.”

“Avast, Mandalorian. You can’t just sneak away after cuttin’ down four of my brothers in cold blood,” You hear Vane’s voice through your comms, “We’re Pirate King Gorian Shard’s men, now you’ll answer to him.”

“Gorian Shard should stick to hijacking and ransoming,” Din says before quickly banking left while you go right the starships splitting up following after you both.

“After them!” Your fast maneuvers through the asteroid field as you have four starships after you firing at you. Quickly accelerating through two asteroids that are colliding barely making it through hearing one of the ships explode behind you.

“All good R4?” You yell spinning the ship around and firing at one of the ships hitting an engine before dodging the other two ships as they are on your tail. You dodge and weave space rock and blaster fire and you see Din heading towards you as you flip your ship flying right above him upside down you hear R4 squeal as Din takes down the two following you as you fire at his three only taking down two as the last one avoids the fire. Spinning the ship around as you chase after the last one Din following right behind you. The ship you assume with Vane in it speeds around a large asteroid the two of you quickly following behind revealing a large warship. You let Vane head towards the safety of the ship as you see their weapons appear aiming at you both.

“Dank farrik.” Din sighs and you curse seeing the target lock, “They have a kriffing target lock on us.”

“Stop where you are. You’re outgunned.” You hear what you assume is Gorian Shard through your comms, “I have no quarrel with you, Gorian Shard.” Din answers and you hear a laugh through the transmission,

“What a kind sentiment from a man who just destroyed eight of my fighters. Surrender your ships and I will spare your lives.” Shard says and you sigh looking at your fifth turbo engine locked and loaded.

“You trust me Din?” You ask as you lock in your coordinates with Din letting R4 take control of the ship. “Yeah, kid?” He asks confused as you crack your knuckles.

“Hey Grogu, never trust a pirate.” You say before thrusting your hand out and Din watches the warship spin as you used a large amount of the Force, “Hit it R4!” You yell, as they fire at the two of you but Din quickly flips the red button jolting forward beside you before you both jump to lightspeed leaving behind a furious pirate king.

Reaching the Mandalore system and exiting hyperspace as you follow Din toward a planet seeing on your navigation that it’s Kalevala.

“This is Kalevala,” Din says through your comms as you begin your descent into the atmosphere, “It’s another planet in the Mandalorian system.” You look over the lush fields and rocky mountains and right along the seaside, you see a castle.

“Is that?” You ask, “Yeah, that is a Mandalorian castle.” Din says as you depart to land on the platform the rain creates a rhythmic beat on the canopy as it opens climbing it and throwing your hood over your head to avoid getting completely wet as the four of you venture into the castle. Reaching the entrance of the imposing castle you remove your hood and are greeted by a blue footman droid who speaks to you, “Din Djarin, Mand’alor Y/n Kenobi-Kryze.” The droid bows its head slightly at your presence and you shoot Din a look at the title you were given. You hated the title given because of the weapon on your hip, was this how people were to address you? Following the droid down a long hall as the rain poured violently outside the castle, banners of a house crest..your house crest, and the Night Owl as well. At the end of the long hall was a throne and sat was Bo-Katan the droid stands by her side as she looks over at your four.

“Bo-Katan. It is Din Djarin and your grand-niece Y/n Kenobi-Kryze.” The droid announces your presence as she looks over at you two. She looked tired as her head rests in her hand.

“I am here to join you.” Din says and Bo-Katan shakes her head sadness in her eyes, “There’s nothing left to join.”

“What of your plans to retake Mandalore?” You ask and she looks down at her feet before reaching your gaze a forlorn expression on her face. “When I returned without the Darksaber, my forces melted away.” She says.

“Where is the stolen fleet?” Din asks and Bo-Katan waves her hand as if they were leaving, “Making their way through the galaxy as mercenaries.” She says before sitting up having lounged on the wide throne.

“Do you still have the saber?” She asks already knowing the answer to that question and you nod, “I do.”

“Then you lead them. Wave that thing around and they’ll do whatever you say.” She points at the weapon at your belt and you frown. You didn’t want this either you didn’t want to rule.

“So you’re giving up your designs to retake Mandalore?” You ask, it had been her goal to rebuild the home she had lost. She had already lost so much in her life, her home planet, her sister, her nephew, and she had almost lost you. If keeping Mandalore inhabited was the only way to keep the last remnants of her family safe then so be it.

“Your cult gave up on Mandalore long before the Purge. Where were you then? The Children of the Watch and all the factions that came before fractured and shattered our people. Go home. There’s nothing left.” Bo-Katan says her venom-laced words aimed at Din.

“I am going to Mandalore so that I may bathe in the Living Waters and be forgiven for my transgressions.” Din states and the princess laughs shaking her head thinking him to be crazy.

“You are a fool. There’s nothing magic about the mines of Mandalore. They supplied beskar ore to our ancestors and the rest is superstition. That planet has been ravaged, plundered, and poisoned.” She explains.

“You said that the curse was a lie. Make up your mind.” Din retorts and Bo-Katan leans forward staring at the Mandalorian, “If you want to go to the mines, be my guest. They’re beneath the civic center in the city of Sundari.” She leans back on her throne. She had really given up on her promise of restoring Mandalore,

“Bo-Katan…” You whisper but Din speaks up. “Thank you. And I will find out if the planet is really poisoned.” He says before he takes your hand and starts leading you out of the great hall you glance back at your grand-aunt as she rests on the throne watching. Your plan of traveling to Mandalore would only be a journey for you three to discover. To determine whether that planet really was cursed or was legend keeping the chance of rebirth at bay.

“Goodbye, Din Djarin.”

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[vvitchering]

Everyone talking about their opinions re: Din's possession of the darksaber and his development (or lack therefore) and I wanna talk to so

Ever since he got the darksaber at the end of s2 I've been firmly in on the side of "Din should be Mand'alor", which was a topic the fandom seemed pretty evenly split over. A lot of people got hung up on his personal distaste for leadership and while I understand and see that I STILL think he was the best possible choice to be the new leader. And imo the show spent a ton of time reinforcing that!

Din IS a great leader, whether he likes it or not. He's calm under pressure, he's a fantastic negotiator, he's well versed in the ways of many different ways of life and cultures, and he's honorable yet flexible, I could go on and on. I also think narratively, at least as far as we got in mando s1-2 and tbobf, he was being set up as someone who could be the bridge between the more traditional mandalorians he was raised with and the rest of the scattered clans.

Din's personal journey was so fascinating. At least until S3 dropped the ball, it seemed like we were heading into a really interesting exploration of Din as a symbol of growth and change. His growth from a relatively sheltered personal existence to one that was shaped by all of his new experiences in protecting and raising Grogu and meeting all kinds of new people was one that I thought foreshadowed his becoming a great leader for his people.

There was so much room at the end of S2 to explore Din's changing relationship with his faith and Creed. Even the developments within tbobf added some really potentially amazing facets to that with the possibility of redemption existing within an old Mandalorian legend.

His journey to Mandalore should have been the bulk of S3, continuing with the adventure-of-the-week format, but peppering in more Mandalorian culture as Din learns more about himself and begins teaching Grogu about his adoptive culture. I've never been in favor of Din giving up his devotion to his Creed, but I have been thinking a lot about him altering his relationship with it and I think a tight focus on his struggle with figuring out this new perspective in light of everything that has happened to him so far would have been really emotionally rewarding.

And to wrap that all up with his eventual arrival on Mandalore could have been beautiful and epic. Finding the planet ravaged but not inhospitable to life, wandering the ruins of the city, and then finding his way into the mines to the Living Waters. Finding not a dark dank cavern with a museum plaque, but a sanctuary protected and preserved from the bombing of the surface by the sacred metal in its very foundation.

He walks into this beautiful place at the end of his journey, redemption for his sins right there within reach, and he reflects on what it means to be Mandalorian. Not the definition he was always taught, but what is means to HIM. What it will mean for his son. What it will mean for his scattered people.

And he does go through with the ritual bathing. He recites the Creed just as he did as a child, he walks into the water, and he doesn't feel much different for it. There's no big a-ha moment, no bright light shining down on him, no mythosaurs dragging him down, it's all a little underwhelming after all he's been through.

But as he's floating there, much more dressed down than he ended up being in the show, letting his vision adjust to being without the helmet, he notices there's murals all along the walls. The history of his people all laid out in brilliant color. Stories he's never heard, victories and defeats, heroes and villains, war and peace. His people were once mighty. They could be again.

And maybe he's STILL on the fence about it all, even after this experience. And it's not until he's drying off and watching Grogu splash in the shallow water that he realizes it's not about whether he wants to do it or not. Just as it wasn't really a choice to save Grogu from his fate, it's not really a choice to save his people. To revive their culture and their planet and bring everyone home again.

JUST imagine his speech that he gives to his covert but in the context of bringing their children home to live and play under their own system's sun.

The thing about Din is, from the get-go, he's a protector. He's a guardian, he's a caretaker, he can't help but want to help. A season devoted to further exploring his relationship with being Mandalorian and how that translates to his eventual decision to lead his people would have been sooooo so so good. I am literally always thinking about this and all the lost potential. He wouldn't even have had to STAY Mand'alor for this to work. He could have accomplished what he set out to do and then quietly stepped down and left the politics to someone else (NOT Bo-Katan, I still don't see any reason why she should be allowed anywhere near the throne after how much of her own fault it was the planet was lost in the first place, especially since she's clearly not interested in confronting or even admitting her guilt)

Like. Literally every fan theory I've seen about what S3 could have been is 100x better than what we've gotten. I have to believe its intentional sabotage at this point because no other explanation makes sense. This could have been an absolutely AMAZING season if it had followed up on any of the plot points it spent two and a half seasons establishing.

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anyway id love to hear your theories and what you would have done with this season given the chance! Tell me your thoughts!!!!

#anyway this got out of hand real quick lmao #I just have spent so much time thinking about how off the rails this season went #and how easily it could have been amazing #SIIIIIIGHS #if I were more ambitious maybe I'd try to do an actual full season rewrite #I can just envision of some these scenes so clearly #I wish I could beam my thoughts onto paper #the mandalorian #thinky thoughts #mine

[awholelottayeehaw]

Din vs Bo as a Leader

I've seen people say that Bo is the rightful ruler of Mandalore and owner of the darksaber and deserves to lead and I'm genuinely curious to hear from others as to why that is because I'm having a very hard time seeing that point of view. Semi-spoilerish for people who aren't up to date but I kept it vague enough to not be a problem I don't think.

Since CW and Rebels, Bo has continually made choices that negatively impact the people around her. She's a morally gray character who has a list of war crimes on her rep sheet that honestly makes some real life bad guys look green and it baffles me that people want her redemption to be easy. I'm not saying she should never be redeemed, I genuinely believe people should have the chance to turn over a new leaf cause being human is hard, but how she's acting and being treated in Mando feels like a middle finger to those her actions caused harm to. Like she can be sad about her sister all she wants but she willingly joined a terrorist group who spelt it out for her that they planned on publicly executing Satine and followed the orders of two Sith lords, and she didn't see that as a deal breaker. Being sad over that is like being upset that you got shot in the foot when you fired the gun yourself when you continue to make choices that negatively impact others. And this season alone Bo hasn't tried to be a leader to her people, she cared more about the title and the weapon it comes with than actual democracy. She wields it well, yes, but so did Sabine who taught her how and gave her the weapon despite not knowing how badly Bo has fucked up with it in the past. The moment the darksaber was in Din's hands and she lost her crew, she didn't try to scout Mandalore and find other Mandalorians to help her with her decades long failed plan. She didn't try to put any plans together with outside help to achieve her goal or even try to establish a new territory for her people to be safe on until they can find a way to make Mandalore a livable again. She was never an active leader, just someone who craved leadership and believed was owed it because of her birth right and that reflects in the selfish choices she's made while in a leadership position, which include harming Din and Paz. She didn't lead her people into the siege and trap that awaited them, Din did. He shouldered and strong armed his way through and was willingly going to sacrifice himself if it meant a safe planet for his people and foundling. And she wasn't the last out, Paz was, and for that his clan suffered major losses. She had focused more on weapons and supplies for her fleet and siege than the actual people who would help her achieve her goal, and not once has she discussed what she planned on doing once Mandalore was safe for all Mandalorians again. Reuniting and rebuilding isn't the same as establishing a political system that benefits the well being of her people with the promise of a stable economy, fair societal roles, establishing an intergalactic democracy to avoid what Nevarro went through, and combining the differing traditions/beliefs the remaining Mandalorians have to not favor one over the other and unintentionally cause a civil war. Each time she's gained leadership it's always met with mixed support, often not universally, and has led to her downfall three times now for a reason.

Just the same, I've seen people argue that Din doesn't want to lead/rule and isn't the kind of man who'd be a good leader and I strongly disagree. Since the first episode, Din established himself as a selfless character even if it irritated him to be accommodating. He still tried to compromise with the Jawas, didn't turn his back to Frog Lady needing a ride, was willingly going to sacrifice himself to a Krayt Dragon for people he had just met and entrusted with Grogu, went head first into every battle even for people who didn't deserve it (Ran's Crew), was everyone's Ride or Die at least once, became multilingual which was used more to keep the peace than to gain information on his quarries, and has united and mediated more unlikely foes to friends than anyone else in the SW universe. Even if his actions originated with a selfish need (gaining Boba's armor back for Mandalorians, exchanging his services for info on where Mandalorians/Jedi are for Grogu, etc) he still went above and beyond because it's the honorable and right thing to do and his compassion has earned him friendships across the galaxy and allyship on every planet he's visited whereas Bo can't get even her own people behind her without a legendary sword in her hand. You can't tell me all the people Din met on his journey WOULDN'T lay down their lives for him if he asked?? Paz already did despite Din's choice to rescue Grogu despite unintentionally causing a massacre because Paz recognized the selflessness behind Din's choice that carried over to Paz's own foundling and that is what gained his respect and allyship. Din hadn't asked for anything in return, and his own motive for moving the covert was so that their children could play in the sun and the future generations can flourish. I'm fairly certain even Sorgon would join forces whether it's to take care of Din if he had a bad head cold or taking back a whole planet for him. Same with Peli and her droids, Tusken Raider survivors, Freetown, Boba and his syndicates, Frog Lady and her hoard of warrior toddlers, Karga and the grateful people of Nevarro, Ahsoka, and Miggs Mayfield. We've made jokes about Din accidentally making friends all over the galaxy for a reason. He's so selfless that he never saw himself worthy of his Creed, of being Grogu's father, of being a leader when everyone else has told him otherwise. Din's view on leadership reflects his own self esteem wrecked by his cult and it would take everyone he's ever helped to make him see that he is the leader that the galaxy needs to reunite not just The Mandalorians, but all the people and their planets I mentioned. Leadership comes with a burden for Bo, but for Din, it comes with the strength and camaraderie Bo has only ever dreamed of having and that The Armorer overlooked because of her narrow, traditional views. And this is a side comment, but Din mastered riding the stubborn Blurgg after Kuill made fun of him for not being able to conquer it when Mandalorians rode Mythosaurs into battle. Din riding a Mythosaur would be a great call back to that and would gain more respect as a leader than just having the darksaber. In my opinion.

I genuinely hope Bo comes to these conclusions herself and recognizes that Din is more deserving of the role than anyone else and passes the darksaber back to him and helps him see his potential than just saving the day yet again from the very gun she shot everyone with. Redemption for her starts with letting go of the very thing that's plagued her her whole life and leadership is recognizing when you need more time before you can be the example people need to be the best versions of themselves. This isn't a Bo hate post or any stan post, this is a fan post who wants a fair redemption arc for Bo and a chance for Din to rise up to the best version of himself he's capable of being. So yes, I want to hear everyone's thoughts whether you agree or disagree that doesn't involve Bo being the rightful heir or wanting her redemption cause you like her as a character. I want to hear deeper reasons than surface level motives, cause as I said, your favorite hurting over the consequences of her decades long actions she never learns from isn't a good enough reason for her to lead or have the darksaber but I'm down for any other explanations people have regardless if you're a casual fan of the show or lifelong SW fans like myself.

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[swinging-through-the-stars]

Okay, Sith!Luke au sounds incredible!!! I haz questions

What's Din's whole perspective on things? Is he (like canon) blissfully unaware of who and what Luke is? Does he know and just not care? Is he just doing anything to protect Grogu, only to realize that the 'teacher' is very dangerous but has also imprinted on Din just as much as Din has fallen for him?

What about Grogu? Does he understand the darkness in Luke? Is he averse to it? Or does he go all in on the dark side to protect his dad?

OOOOHHH YES YES YES I'd LOVE to get into Din and Grogu stuff! (I'm realizing this will be another long one so there's your warning lol)

As for Din --

In my AU, after the Death Star blows up in 0 ABY, Luke begins to take personal undercover missions to continue undermining the Empire. To stay anonymous, he hires an untraceable mercenary that doesn't ask questions and is also not fond of the Empire - this is where Din Djarin comes in. (Din doesn't have a lot developed pre-Mando season 1 other than he's been bounty-hunting - and before that - taking mercenary jobs for a while, so why not utilize that for a story I want?) While working with Luke in this time period, Din has absolutely no idea who Luke is other than he carries a "red laser-sword" and doesn't show his face. He knows Luke as The Stranger, and for a few years takes jobs from Luke since he pays very well (that Empire money eh). Din is vaguely aware that his jobs have small impacts on the war against the Empire, so he is fine with complying, especially since they are relatively low-risk.

Things take a turn in 4 ABY when Luke hires Din to rescue Han Solo from Jabba's Palace. (one of the few pieces of fic I finished -- FREE SOLO) In this mission, Din sees Luke's face, learns his name (however doesn't recognize it from anywhere), and learns that he KNOWS specific people that a key to the rebellion (Lando, Han Solo, Leia, Chewbacca). The whole ordeal puts Din in more trouble than he bargains for. Luke declares an end to their business relationship because of this and cuts Din off, but it doesn't kill Din's festering curiosity as to who Luke is. He doesn't pursue further, but that curiosity lingers until they meet again.

Luke and Din meet again in a way that mirrors the end of Season 2 of Mando (because I thought it was a fun idea, and YES I have managed to write that out too -- SHADOW ON THE BRIDGE). This is where Din learns that Luke is not only a Sith, but the EMPEROR of the Neo Empire. I've been (ever so slowly) updating the fic of the aftermath of that, where Din meets with Luke again and where they begin to have those conversations of what will happen to Grogu.

In this next fic - First Steps into Darkness - I do want to explore how Din takes up the mantle of Mand'alor and how he uses his previous relationship with Luke to rebuild his world and also create an alliance to further push the Imperial Remnant threat out of the galaxy. Din deals with opinions about this from all sides, from Bo-Katan who has a difficult time trusting Luke, to Din's Clan that are between against and neutral on the matter. (Also keep in mind that I've been planning this part of the story before Mando S3 -- I do use some aspects of S3 but also very much divert from it).

What keeps Din coming back to Luke is ultimately his curiosity, both in Luke's abilities as a leader/negotiator and in him being this mysterious entity. Luke's fervor for his religion, his quest for familial answers, his internal battle of identity -- these are all things that Din relates to. (Luke's a bit more of a hot mess than Din is but -- you know, they have commonalities that they can lean on).

I also really like the concept of the Darksaber having its own sort of Force sentience to the point where Din has to work with it (it's a little like Haunted!Din but instead of outright possession it's more like -- Venom, or something like that, where they work together). Having Luke as a resource to navigate that territory further connects the two.

Needless to say, despite what rumors and warnings Din has been given, he doesn't understand why the "Dark Side" of the Force is considered the "bad" Force and why the "Light Side" is considered the "good". Perhaps it's because he's only really interacted with Luke, and perhaps it's because Mandalorians have a checkered history with getting along with "Light Side" Jedi users as well. His perspective could be biased or he probably just believes that Luke is not what others want to make him seem. Either way, the fact that Luke is a Sith doesn't necessarily make Din distrust him outright, especially since he's the only one that will agree to help hone Grogu's powers.

OKAY, ONTO GROGU -- YEAH THERE'S MORE --

Since's Luke's appearance in rescuing them from Gideon's Cruiser, Grogu is INTRIGUED with Luke and the pull to the Dark Side. In his little mind, Luke is powerful, really cool, and can make Gideon pee his pants -- of course he sees that and goes "ooh I wanna be like that guy".

First Steps into Darkness, while I mentioned will go into some of Din's story, will ultimately be a focus on Grogu (when I eventually finish it lol). I think child characters (especially cute bait like Grogu) often get the short end of the stick in terms of development, and it's SUCH a missed opportunity in my eyes. Children have very simple and blunt observations, and they SOAK up the world around them -- putting the mess of Sith Luke and through GROGU'S perspective is so fun to me.

Luke is not afraid of teaching Grogu, but he's afraid of Grogu idolizing him like HE did Vader. Despite Luke's attachment to his father, Vader was -- NOT really the best father, and deep down Luke knows that and is afraid. He keeps a distance from Grogu that Grogu is always trying to close. Grogu knows that Luke is just a teacher and that he's often not very personable with him. But Grogu sees how Luke's power has the ability to protect, he sees something in him like did with Din (who was also not very warm at first). Grogu believes that if he learns what Luke knows, he can too can become that protector that can stop wars and help those he cares about.

Grogu also continues to learn from Din about Mandalorian culture, so he isn't completely split between one or the other -- in fact, Luke encourages Din to keep sharing his roots with his son. The teachings of both Mandalorians and Sith are eventually the teachings that shape Grogu's perspective on loyalty, emotions, power, and so on. He's observant as hell, so he soaks everything up like a SPONGE.

And let's be honest, the Grogu realizing he could learn some tricks that maybe the Jedi forbade sounds a bit fun to him. He is still a kid after all.

Sorrynotsorry that was long -- I love talking about these concepts, and honestly answering these questions is helping me type out my thoughts to use as reference later. It's getting me fired up to keep writing and editing too.

Thank you again for the questions @just-prime -- I hope you found this interesting!!

#sithlukeau #sith luke skywalker #dinluke #din djarin #grogu #thank you for the ask

[sgt-morgan]

Making a home 🖤

Summary: The Mandalorians are rebuilding their home world, and you and Din are an integral part of the efforts. Now it’s time to move your relationship to the next level

Warnings: AFAB and Female identifying reader. Mostly just fluff tho, nothing to crazy here.

A/N: So, this was a labor of love from my obsession with Sci-fi. Mostly the leadership structure and world building came from sources such as Ender’s Game and its subsequent sequels. I love the idea that when it comes to rebuilding something important, like creating a society. Leaders who aren’t afraid to throw themselves into every aspect of the process are the ones most likely to succeed, and I think that Din is the perfect choice for this. He’s seen Mandalorian society at its most vulnerable, and still upheld and believed in its creed, and now he’s the one who gets to put it back together. idk, I just think he’s neat. 🥺

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You were laying in the Mandalorian’s bunk next to Grogu. Was it weird that you were sleeping in his bunk? No. You were always in his space. You were in his opinion, an overly affectionate person. When you first started traveling with him, he noticed with your friends, you were constantly hugging, constantly holding hands, constantly fussing with clothing. It was just within your nature. You would fuss at the baby, stroking his petal ears, snuggling him close to you any time the option was available, fussing with his tan robe and making sure it wasn’t too long, resting your forehead against his while he babbled at you, staring into his big brown eyes. It was cute. You were also affectionate with the big scary Beskar covered heathen right from the beginning. You held his hand, arm, pinky, elbow, whatever, with no trace of fear or hesitation. You were constantly attached to him. At first, this made him very uncomfortable,then your relentless need for contact became a necessity. The calm your presence brought, the soft feel of your hand in his, the way you practically glued yourself to his hip when your arms weren’t free. In the days before Din got so used to you touching him constantly, you would lean against his side almost aggressively until one of his arms rested on your hip, or lower back, or around your shoulders. He didn’t get it, but who was he to complain. If in exchange for your cooperation, care, and that bright smile that lit up the darkest of rooms, you only asked for him to be near to you, why would he ever deny you? It’s the easiest trade he’s ever made if he’s entirely honest, he’s just glad that it was that simple.

Now though, he was asking a lot of you. He was Mand’alor. King of a desolate kingdom of warriors, that had finally gathered ability and the strength to rebuild, and they were a tough crowd. He was going to have to rebuild them, and he wasn’t so sure he was the best of choices to be the builder, but the has the dark saber he supposed, so it was him or death, and he didn’t plan on going anywhere.

He was currently working on the Mandalore restoration project with you, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Cara Dune, Paz Vizla, and Greef Karga. Their motto? ‘No Kriffing Civil Wars.’ At current, rebuilding meant taking his new found Clan, and traveling the planet settling different clans and establishments into their own homesteads. It meant building settlements, establishing governments, planting crops. With the now desert climate of the planet, a lot of this was centered around taking old settlements and making them habitable again, making the once grand domed cities habitable or at the very least finding creative ways to redistribute usable resources, water being the main problem. You were instrumental in this cause, you would scout resources, build homesteads, help negotiate treaties, plant crops, watch children, do whatever you could, and the people of this world were quickly starting to realize that their king found an excellent queen, even if she wasn’t a Mando herself. They respected their leaders to be certain, Din could be found just as easily establishing leadership with Paz and Boba, as he could be found keeping the peace with Fennec and Karga, as he could be found alongside the men and women who would inhabit these cities, building homes or repairing ships. You were just as willing to get down in the muck with them, you were most often found with Grogu strapped to your back, helping wherever needed. It was a deeply satisfying sight for Din, as much as it was a reassuring one for his people, and slowly but surely in your travels, his people fell in love with your willingness to embrace struggle.

What’s funny is, your touchy nature really did well with the often stuffy and formal Mandalorians as well. This race of live fast, die young, warriors had been forced into a more sedentary society since they had been scattered amongst the stars. All were invited, and in some places they were ridged, Beskar clad, societies like the children of the Watch, where there was no casual helmet removal. Others were of Bo Katan’s nature, removal not being seen as such a sin, the way of the Mandalorian practiced just as diligently, but without as much insistence on armory removal protocols. Din and his ramshackle group of world builders were learning that if this planet was to survive, these people survive, a more fluid look at the creed would need to be adopted. It was at your suggestion he took Boba Fett as a second in command. There was a man who kept the code, but was not your typical Mandalorian. He was casual with his armor and his assets, and with his years of leadership under his belt, he was well suited to the work, and it was apparent in his every move. This partnership seemed to work, people accepted that for their way of life to survive, the creed would need to be upheld in a way that suited the progress made in their society. As these cities and clans filled in the gaps of the planet, the true nature of what Mandalorian society had become, became clearer. There were younglings, and foundlings, and Mandalorians with Mandalorian spouses and non Mandalorian spouses, and Natural born mandalorians and mandalorians who had adopted the creed, and Din saw that your being a perceived outsider worked wonders in places such as these. You were courting a Mandalorian who strictly adhered to the code, and you were not a Mandalorian yourself. You spoke Mando’a, you were a buir, you were for all intents and purposes a follower of he creed, and surprisingly Mandalorians of all kinds took to you easily. He could often find you bumping shoulders with older Mandalorians, battle hardened warriors who weren’t the playful type, easily laughing with you about something or another, as often as he could find you with newer and more relaxed Mandalorians whose lives lived in hiding had made them a more accepting bunch. It stunned him that no matter who you were around, a gentle embrace, a pat on the shoulder, a hand shake, all your simple physical gestures resonated with people.

He suspected your easy acceptance mostly had to do with the way you treated the children. They adored you, constantly gathering around your feet and following you place to place. You always drew a crowd of the little ade, wether they wanted to play with Grogu, or wether they liked the way you so easily gathered them into your arms, he couldn’t say. However, if he were to guess, the way you so easily kissed wounds, wiped tears, gave hugs, gave snacks, acted as a natural magnet. You loved children as well as any Mandalorian did. You could be found with children more often than adults most days, multiple ad’ika dangling from your arms or clutching to your back. You would playfully groan and huff, carrying them along with you as you went about your buissness. You sang songs, played games, broke up scuffles. You would share your food, breaking off pieces for any small child who expressed interest. Just yesterday, you were eating some fried thing one of the people gave you, a little girl eyes it and you brake off a bit of it, blowing on it softly to ensure it wasn’t too hot and popped it into her mouth with a smile, feeding her as if she were your own. She squealed in delight, and Grogu huffed, indignant that his mother would share with another child. You rolled your eyes playfully, broke the food in two halves, and blew them carefully. Once cooled you handed one half to Grogu, still carefully strapped to your back, and gave the other to the girl. Then you sat and talked to them both until they were finished, you wiped both their mouths with your skirts. The girl rubbed her nose with yours, and then with Grogu, and gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek before running off with your son to play. It was precious. That was the day he connected the dots. People watched you more diligently when you were with the children, as if testing to see what you would do when presented with a random child, and you always passed. It was heartwarming, and your easy going nature always seemed to win them over.

In all this rebuilding, it was now coming upon time where Mandalore needed to reestablish itself as its own kingdom. It was time to present his clan as the new rulers of this planet. In essence, he was building a royal family, and to do this, it was pertinent that you become his wife. It was well past time now he supposed, the elders on every place they visited always asked him when he would “gotal’ur gar riddur.” Make you a wife. He knew you’d be willing, but what about this whole royalty thing? He had yet to ask wether it was something you wanted. You were clearly well suited to the task, but would you be willing to make that sacrifice? He knew this was coming, the moment he would have to ask you to jump off this cliff with him. It was a steep ask. So, what would your price be? Would it be peace? Space? Freedom? Would your price be to be free of him and his foundling? His son? Would your price for him being a leader, be your separation? Merciful heavens he hopes not. You were headed now to your new home, but if you were to ask it, once you arrived, you would leave in this little ship you’d diligently built into a home, and he would… rebuild. Maker he hopes you stay. He peeks into the bed, and sees you there with his ad, his son. His child you so diligently cared for as your own, even in sleep. You were doing it now, Grogu must have gotten cold, because there he was curled into your side, wrapped in your blanket as well as his own. You had pulled on one of Din’s shirts now as well, but he could see by the way you curled in on the little green bundle of energy, you were seeking the warmth the kid provided without much regard for your own comfort. He huffed a laugh, and pulled a spare blanket from your bunk. You probably forgot it was even there, it having been months since last you needed it, because now when you slept, you were usually tangled up in his blankets, sharing his warmth. He smiled under his helmet at this revelation, and turned back to his little aliit, his family. You breathed softly and one of your hands rested under the ad’ik, his cheek nestled into your palm, his tiny hands were fisted in your sleeve to keep you close as possible. He watched as the child nuzzled down further into you in sleep, his face a momentary grimace, until he scented your perfume and his worries melted. The baby huffed a sigh lightly, and his small snores resumed. How fond he was of you, how much he depended on your presence, kriff, they both do. Why must this be so difficult? It’s not as if he’s actually asking you to jump off a cliff, he was asking you to help run a planet… Nope, still nerve wracking.

“Din?” Kriff it all, he didn’t mean to wake you. You rubbed a hand over

Your tired eyes and squinted at him from the light outside the bunk that was still on.

“Sorry to wake you cyar’ika.” He sighed, pulling your blanket up around your neck. You caught his hand as he went to pull away and began to pull him into the bunk with you. He was thankful he had removed all but his helmet before coming to settle.

“No apologies nessecary my love, I was wondering when you’d come to bed.” You yawned, fondly stroking a finger over his knuckles while he reached to shut the lights off. Once off, he slips out of his shoes, then removed his helmet. The hiss of the seal being broken is always such a terrifying sound, he often found himself spooked even when nobody was around. It’s silly, he knows. Especially because you and the child are the only two people in the world who are technically allowed to look at him, or you will be once he asks you one terrifying question.

“Sorry cyar'ika, I’m here now.” He mutters, nuzzling into your chest with a grunt. You huff a laugh through your nose and smile. He feels the way you tangle your fingers in his hair, relishes in the soft and sweet contact. He turns his face into your palm and he feels how your curious fingers carefully mark out each of his features. He grins, he finds it funny how well your hands know what your eyes have never seen, he can’t wait for you to see him, he can’t wait to gaze into your eyes that always held so much love without the barrier of his visor in the way. To return that loving gaze with his own. He remembers the first time he officially removed his helmet in your presence. It was your birthday. The second one he’d spent with you, the first he’d spent courting you. He remembered tying a blindfold over your eyes and you giggling.

“What are you doing big guy? You gonna take off that helmet and kiss me?” He almost tripped over thin air, because yeah, that’s exactly what this was. You heard the hiss of his helmet seal and gasped, taking that perfect opportunity, he sealed his mouth to yours with ferocity. When you separated, he was amused by the way your hands flapped around excitedly before finally resting on his cheeks. Then the appendages fluttered about excitedly over his features before coming to rest again on his face. You sucked in a deep breath as if to calm yourself and he shook his head with a grin.

“What is it Cyar’ika?” He chuckled, twisting his head to kiss your fingertips.

“I’m just so excited.” You squealed quietly, then timidly your fingers began to dance over his features. Small delicate hands tracing the definition of his eyes, his nose. Giggling at the faint tickle of hair on his upper lip. Your hands were most fascinated by his mouth, your grin growing wider every time his kiss would catch your wrists, or palms, or fingers. “Best gift ever. Oh I can just tell you’re so handsome!” You sighed contentedly, finally letting his face rest in your palm while your other hand softly stroked his cheek. You could feel his muscles flex under your hands as he smiled. It was a perfect moment, now he’s hoping this one will be too.

“What are you thinking about my love?”’you sigh, turning to fully wrap your arms around his neck.

“Come with me a minute. Leave the kid, he’ll be fine.” You sighed and carefully detangled yourself from Grogu’s grasp, and rolled into Din’s awaiting arms. He’s already put his helmet back on, and you smile, bumping your head against his Beskar helmet with a smile as he lifts you out of the bunk. He tried to set you back down and you grumble, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist.

“No!” You whine, “The floors are too cold.” Din chuckled and shook his head, rewrapping his arms under your legs.

“All that farming, that peace keeping, and work, and you’re still a Princess.” He chuckles.

“I’m no princess.” You scoff, biting the patch of uncovered skin at his shoulder.

“No, I suppose not, but would you want to be a queen?” You tensed up in his arms, then grasping his shoulders, you dropped down to one foot, then the other. Then your piercing gaze met his, and he swore you could see straight through his armor to his very soul. It was uncanny.

“What are you saying metal man?” Your voice was barely a whisper, but it echoed in his helmet, startling around his ribs causing him to shiver.

“What I’m saying, is I want you to marry me.” He whispers back, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist. There was a long pause then, and it was as if all the time you spent together flashed be fore his eyes.

Memories of you, caring so fondly for his foundling, holding him like his mother used to hold him. Watching fondly as you held the little green child close to your chest with all the care in the world, he never asked you to love him so deeply, it just seemed to pour from your every action. There were memories of you working so diligently on whatever task you set your mind to, solving problems he didn’t even know he had without batting an eye. He pictures you under the dash on the Razor crest, stripping and reworking the controls to be smoother so landings wouldn’t be so bumpy. Reworking the lighting in the hull to be a bit brighter so he wasn’t constantly straining his eyes to see through his dark visor. Polishing his Beskar and tweaking his vambraces to make sure everything ran smoothly. Even more memories flood to mind. Memories of nights holding you as he woke from nightmares of home, of the terrible things he’d done, of loosing this little family he’d come to love so dearly. Memories of the day you met, two bounty hunters against AT-STs, you dropping the bounty on his son immediately when you saw he was just a tiny green boy. You so easily forwent your life, and fit yourself like a puzzle piece into his. All he had done since meeting you, was ask you to make sacrifices, you’d sacrificed your peace on Naboo, your lucrative career as a bounty hunter (very lucrative as you often remind him), your reputation with the guild. Effectively, you sacrificed your safety for his Foundling. You didn’t have to do it, but you did. If the positions were reversed would he have done the same? He didn’t know, but that’s why he needed you. Every time he thought to give up, there you were pushing him to be a better man. A better Mandalorian. Who better to be queen than you?

“Of course I’ll marry you.” He drops to his knees and clutches at your middle, burying his head in your stomach.

“Thank you cyar’ika.” He sighs and all the tension drips away from his body like the leftover pools of a bad dream. “Thank you.”

“Of course! We’ll do it as soon as we get-“ you stop at his giggle and you give one of your own as he stands and presses his helmet to your head. “What is it?”

“We can get married right now.” He chuckles.

“What!?” You gasp, pulling your head back with both hands pressed to the sides of his helmet.

“Yeah, right now. We’re Mandalorians remember? Gotta go fast or you might die.” he chuckles.

“Ok!” You’re positively giddy, “what do we do?” Your eyes look at him with all the love a gaze could hold and he’s so happy.

“Repeats after me.” Vows spoken in a blur, your cheeks hurt from smiling.

"Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde."—translating as

"We are one when together, we are one when parted, we share all, we will raise warriors."

Once the Vows were spoken, you stood there, arm in arm, foreheads pressed together, basking in each others happiness.

“Really? That’s it?” You giggle excitedly, hands covering your mouth as if you’ve told him some sort of fantastic secret.

“Yeah! We’re as married as Mandalorians can get! Now that that’s done, here’s the best part.” You gasped as his hands swiftly removed his helmet, while yours flew to cover your eyes with a smack!

“Dank Farik Djarin, what are you-“ you started but he slowly pulled your hands from your eyes.

“Mesh’la were married, you can look now! It’s okay!” He chuckled and you opened your eyes.

“Oh Maker!” You sighed dreamily and he beamed. “Those big brown eyes, the hair, that smile? I’m literally the luckiest woman alive.” Then, you smashed your lips together unceremoniously. It was the best kiss of his life. You were even more beautiful without the barrier in the way, and now he could hold you, and kiss you, and be with you, no Beskar required. It was the happiest day of his life.

“Just wait till we tell the others.” You squealed and he laughed.

“Can’t wait Mesh’la , can’t wait till they find out you’re all mine.”

The next day his rag-tag group of advisors all gathered in the new capitol. They were all sitting around, drinking (those who removed their helmets or didn’t wear them that is) and telling stories.

“So I’ve decided that that grumpy little girl? Her face isn’t just like that. She’s a little Bantha that one.” You chuckled, telling them about a child you’d recently taken a liking to at the Covert. “This group of older kids who just got their helms right, they teased her that morning at Breakfast, and I told them to stop. They went swimming, and that little girl is as stubborn as a Mudhorn, and twice as crafty. While they were swimming, she and her little gang of kids not old enough to start training gathered all their helmets, and carried them off.” You chuckled and leaned further into the group, making sure that most of your body was still pressed against his. He loved when you were like this, so care free and happy, at peace with the little clan you had cobbled together. So comfortable with this little family you’d created. They all hang onto your every word, fondness was evident in their every feature. “I let them go to watch and see what happens, cause that little womp rat has spirit I tell yah! So, she takes all these helmets and plants flowers in every single one. Fills em up with dirt and plants, and leaves them all in a row outside the covert for the boys to find.” He laughs along with the rest at the tale, each of them surely thinking as he is, that perhaps his little family might have just found another addition in this little trouble maker. “So eventually, the older kids all get out and they go to find their shiny new helms all filled with dirt and flowers. So, someone naturally comes and gets Paz, and the Armorer and I. So we all stand there, trying not to laugh, and the armorer says; ‘What is the meaning of this, Twyla?’ And she just says; ‘Sorry ma’am, but I mistook these helmets for buckets, because who would ever give these empty headed Nerf Herders helmets anyway!’ Oh god, I thought I had busted a lung!” All around the room his little family spluttered and laughed and he’d never felt more content.

“Wow, I love that kid.” Bobba Fett chuckled. “So anything else new with you?” He asked casually, and you shot Din a side eyed glance. Welp, no time like the present.

“Nah, mostly just peace keeping and introductions.” He sighed, pulling you close. You nodded and curled into him, hiding your grin in his shoulder so as not to give it away. The others nodded and settled again, but before anyone moved on in the conversation, Din put his handto his Beskar covered chin, and snapped his fingers. “Oh, that’s a lie! There was something else about this trip, we got married!” There was a moment of silence about the room, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the look on all their faces was comical.

“No WAY!” Paz was the first to break and once the damn had broken, the joy in the room was palpable. There was celebrating to be done by all, and he was glad that it was you they were celebrating. You were officially his, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

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[kedsandtubesocks]

happy may the 4th be with you day ✨ this is a small but it is mighty treat for today and for my big brain babe @willowser because yes we had our 👀 moment seeing Mando Bkg out of his armor but are you ready for the first time he sees us out of our jedi robes? 🩶

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He’s pissed off. Bakugou needs a map from one of your archive records and it’s late. He should be in bed and he’s pissed off.

So he stomps over to your little homestead at the edge of village and bangs his hand hard on the wall. He bangs, bangs, and bangs until he hears you scream through the door-

“Stars, what the hell do you want this late Bakugou?!”

He’s about to yell at you because how the hell did you know it was him?

But then the door slides open and there you are. All of his thoughts quickly burst from his mind as if one of his explosives went off.

Your face is scrunched up like a furious beast, but he can’t even focus on that. In the dim evening light a sheen glistens across your entire face as if you’ve put something on it like a cream or some other shit.

And…you’re in a sleeping tunic.

The tunic is simple and leaves your forearms bare. You’re not in your sacred robes and his mind can’t process it for a moment. You seem so normal, as if you’re not a revered peace keeper.

“What do you want?” You ask again through gritted teeth and it reminds him that yeah, you’re still the same annoying shitty Jedi. You just…don’t look like it.

“The archive map.” Bakugou answers back an angered bark because now he’s twice as pissed off and can’t stop staring at you.

“Are you serious? Right now?! This couldn’t wait?” You sigh exasperated.

“No it can’t wait, shitty Jedi!” Bakugou snaps back and you make an indignant noise he almost laughs at. But you whip around fast and storm back into the living quarters.

“Come on.” You seethe at him from over your shoulder.

A small piece of him freezes. Hesitation clutches at him to stay still, to be respectful and wait outside. He doesn’t. He instead follows you inside.

All the living quarters for single warriors are the same. He’s thankful being clan leader allows him a larger space cause shit the regular ones are small as hell. The bed, compact kitchen area, and even small lounge couch are all in the same space. The only other room is the fresher door off to the side.

They all look the damn same.

Except yours doesn’t. Of course it fucking doesn’t.

The elders had given you this homestead as a sign of good faith and trust instead of letting you sleep in the crappy makeshift tent you brought.

And now that he’s here, Bakugou realizes he’s never seen inside of it. He’s never been inside of this makeshift apartment of yours.

He greedily drinks in every sight he can, flat out stares without any shame behind the safety of the helmet.

Mountains of scrolls and text clutter the small table you sit in front of now. A small mug rests besides the clutter with a drink inside already cooled. In the compact kitchen a couple of candles illuminate the space with their soft flames. Even a small incense stick releases gentle smoke floating into the air. When the hell did you even get this crap? Did you bring it with you?

Shit, even the lighting of this room looks so different. He has the same lamps you do that are carved into the walls and produce a soft amber light. Except your space seems to glow a different shade. Bakugou can’t describe it. He wonders if maybe he’s slipped into a new dimension. Or, maybe he is now just existing stuck between a dream and something else.

“You can sit down.” Your dull voice snaps him out of his tumbling thoughts as his helmet towards you. You stare at him bored, holopad in hand.

“No.” He flat out tells you and just as quickly turns his face away because he can’t. He will stare at you again if he lets his gaze linger anymore on you.

So he goes back to staring at your room.

He tries not to focus at your messy bed because quickly he begins to imagine you in the sheets, wonders if they smell like you-

Bakugou violently squishes those thoughts away and instead examines your night stand. Then his crimson eyes go wide fast.

“You kept a damn rock from that glow cave we got stuck in?”

The memory is so clear to him.

In that damn cave illuminated by all the weird glow worms was the first time you and him were stuck alone together. That’s why Bakugou recognizes the rock cause of course those worms are still glowing here and he doesn’t even know how. But that cave…that was the first time he truly trusted you, knew he couldn’t see you as an enemy anymore.

Now here a rock from that damn cave rests on your nightstand almost grinning at him.

“Yeah.” You suddenly snicker a low thing as you answer him. “I couldn’t help myself. The rocks were just too pretty. Plus…wanted to just remember that day.”

Your voice is so soft and Bakugou thinks it clutches his heart like a shriek hawk. He whips his helmet back to you. Very quickly he catches your eyes on him for just a second before you rapidly return your attention to the pad.

With your focus there he goes back to again flat out staring at you. This is most of your skin he’s seen. He noticed you bare arms first earlier when the door slid opened. But now, he finds you’re even bare foot. You are here cozy, warm, and relaxed, so openly making this space a home. You here are not a sacred jedi - just you.

It makes Bakugou want to storm out. He wants to leave so badly because he wants, more than anything, to carve out a spot for himself here. He wants to sit on the couch and give you shit for whatever meal you make for dinner. He wants to know what type of tea you favor more. What does your incense smell like? Which of those scrolls do you read the most?

It’s all too much. Especially now as his gloved fingers dangerously itch and beg to run a soft path against any bare skin you’ll let him get close to.

He can’t take this.

So Bakugou yanks his gaze away to scanning the room yet again. And he can’t help it. His attention returns to your bed. This time though his entire body feels as if he’s been suddenly drop kicked into an icy lake on the frozen planet Hoth.

Because there on your nightstand sitting by the dang rock is your lightsaber.

Damn, he’s more upset with himself that he didn’t notice it first.

Quietly unassuming, Bakugou once even joked the weapon looked like a piece of discarded metal found in a junk yard. He now thinks it radiates some freaky as hell sensation and that the saber might be alive, breathing, silently judging him. Because he swears the piece of junk is staring straight at him, a sharp reminder of the the consecrated truth. Bakugou has been trying to believe that here, in this room, your reality is blurred and you aren’t the ancient enemy his ancestors warned him about. But that lightsaber is proof.

It is the literal manifestation of the deep chasm between you and him.

He is a mandalorian. You are a Jedi.

As he continues to stare at the damn freaky light stick he can’t even hate it, especially after you told him you made it yourself.

Bakugou learned from you that Jedi hand make their lightsabers. From picking the metal, to the color of the actual saber which apparently you even had to go and find the crystal used to power it, the process was extensive, intimate. Crafting a lightsaber by hand is meant to forge a bond and solidify a Jedi to the saber that would be with them for life. It is a union between weapon and warrior that, as a mandalorian, Bakugou appreciates. He realizes now he’s never taken the time to truly look at yours.

He finds you in every inch of that dumb metal stick. From the coloring, to the groves of steel, to the actual length of it, it all screams you.

But Bakugou is disgusted that everything now simply screams you. It’s like he can’t escape you. But he’s a mandalorian, a damn good one. So he won’t be defeated by a dumb Jedi, especially by you.

“Alright,” your voice breaks his thoughts. “All done here.”

You stand up to hand him the map now transferred to a small pocket projector he can take with him.

Bakugou swipes it from your hand quickly because he now fears touching any part of you might cause him to combust. Not saying another word Bakugou stomps off to the door.

“You’re welcome.” You joking tease and it freezes him.

Bakugou takes a deep inhale.

“Yeah whatever you did your job shitty Jedi. Get some sleep.” It’s the closest thank you he’ll say to you.

The door slides open and Bakugou almost used bud jet pack to get away as fast as he can from you.

Later when he’s back in his room trying not to think about your homestead or your bare skin or how soft you looked, a thought fires into him.

Jedi weren’t suppose to have attachments.

He knew that.

He supposes forms of attachment meant more of the emotional type. Because all the shit in your room, that small glowing rock, they all seem like attachments. Yeah they were physical ones and small compared to something that could be considered corruptible.

But they are attachments all the same.

And for some reason, Bakugou goes to sleep pleased at the thought of you having them.

He doesn’t like that he’s happy at the thought of you being a bit selfish. Rationally, he argues that it’s because he’s a mandalorian. Seeing possible cracks in a Jedi has to count as some sort of victory. But the more he lingers on these thoughts, the reality sinks it’s teeth into him harder and draws blood. It makes him feel selfish and shitty.

Because if he wasn’t mandalorian, Bakugou knows he would have felt the same way. He was just glad he got to see this side of you - of you not being so Jedi, just being normal, bare, and open. This version of you Bakugou saw tonight, along with the thoughts he can’t quiet down, all keep him up for the rest of the night.

And what ends up pissing him off the most?

This encounter should have solidified that he is pure mandalorian at any moment just like how you are pure Jedi at any moment. But instead it has Bakugou feeling as if his beskar has been stripped and he now stands simply a man consumed by the thoughts of another, of you, of simple pure you.

#referencing another snippet I wrote in this snippet who am I??? #anyway HAPPY MAY THEE FOURTH!!!!! #across the stars: mandalorian bakugou #a galaxy far far away: a sw bnha universe #mandalorian bakugo or aka erika stop talking about Star Wars #in a galaxy far far away: a sw bnha universe

[jessepinwheel]

What is the end of para? Or like how do you see the galaxy changing after the Empire collapses? Multiple dif regimes across the galaxy? What's Alderaan up to? Or Naboo since Padme is trusted enough to be a handler for a Mando-Jedi. Also love that Maul got the chance to be a Jedi <3

well, fundamentally the number of mandalorians is extremely overwhelmed by the number of worlds they've taken, and their main way of enforcing their rule was to send suppression forces when worlds were starting to do things they didn't like or weren't paying their tithes. without an efficient surveillance system, or with multiple worlds rebelling at once, they're really easily overwhelmed by sheer numbers

which is to say, after the coup the mandalorians communications systems are completely trashed, almost all of their leaders have been assassinated, their emperor is dead, and the darksaber has been destroyed. there's a huge power vacuum and a bunch of mandalorian clans break out into fighting for the throne. the mandalorian empire has also historically instituted limits on ship production and highly policed hyperlane traffic to stop people from occupied planets from leaving, which is really biting them in the ass and ends up stranding a lot of mandalorians due to not having a ride out or a way to call for one. basically this ends with a lot of fighting over resources because mandalore receives most of its food and other essential resources from tithes, which colonized worlds are no longer supplying. so they're basically killing each other and also starving to death because a society that's all warriors is, uh, not sustainable

a lot of worlds claimed by mandalore are able to regain full independence, including alderaan. bail and breha end up accepting a lot of refugees from mandalorian worlds, many of whom are non-mandalorians who were living in service to mandalorian clans and others who are mandalorians who agree to disarm. a little keldabe community ends up forming on alderaan, which is fine as long as none of the mandalorian refugees, y'know, kill people

naboo, which is also a highly established mandalorian world, is not doing great for similar reasons to mandalore itself, though it does have the benefit of being more self-sufficient with regards to food. it probably ends up as one of a handful of sanctuary worlds for empire mandalorians after the empire broke apart. for padme specifically, she presumably tries to launch an attack on a previously occupied world and ends up being arrested along with many other belligerent mandalorians who refuse to give up on the empire. she refuses to disarm and take the community service way out, sticking to her principles and the mandalorian empire

yeah, dathomir is outside the reach of the mandalorian empire, which is how maul and his brothers ended up with the jedi. (the nightsisters give force sensitive children every so often to the mandalorian empire effectively as a tithe to leave the rest of the planet alone, which is how ventress ended up there.) maul mostly stays in dagobah because his legs were injured in his fight vs qui-gon, and he runs the jedi's amateur theatre troupe (which he inherited from mace) as well as works with jocasta nu with archival work. he and obi-wan have pretty much had a weird rivalry all their lives, and maul was absolutely devastated when obi-wan got captured (and presumably killed).

ask me questions about parasitic extraction, the role reversal mandalorian empire au that I have

#ask jesse #fic: parasitic extraction

[mrfandomwars]

The Hardships Of Being A Mandalorian Jedi: Part One - Resol'nare

Hello, it's me.

With another post about Mandalorians (and Jedi).

Sorry, couldn't help it XD

Anywho, back to what needs to be said about this post: I'm breaking down how Jedi, if they wanted to be Mando'ade or are mando'ade that were adopted into the Jedi Order (of which then consider something to think about when making ocs like that), would have a hard time with the rules that were put on the concept of 'mandalorian', both in the Six Actions (Resol'nare) from Legends and with the Way Of The Mandalore from (Disney) Canon.

This meta will be divided into 2 parts, the first part is this one and will focus on the Resol'nare (fair warning though, I Will use most of the Legends version of Mandalorian when talking about the Resol'nare, so no fanon) while the second part, found Here, will focus on Canon, specifically on The Way Of The Mandalore.

This part was a lot more certain - in terms of what the jedi would be able to do and what they can't do - than the second part, but only for a bit, honestly.

That said, let's start, shall we?

Resol'nare - Six Actions

What constituted the Six Actions, you may ask? Well, following "The Mandalorians: People and Culture" from Star Wars Insider 86, it's the following six rules:

This is the 'rules' to be a mandalorian that are followed by most mando fans, especially the older ones.

The Resol'nare was - outside of universe - created by Karen Traviss for her version of Mandalorians - of which are still very popular in the fandom, even though a good proportion of the said fans ignore a good part (for valid reason) of what she created.

Wearing Armour

Speaking Mando'a

Raising their child(ren) as Mandalorians

Defending themselves and their families

Contributing to the clan's welfare

Following a Mand'alor and rallying behind said leader if they call for arms

Sounds easy enough, right? Ehn, not so much if you are also a Jedi.

Why, you may ask? Let me break it down for you:

1. Wearing Armour -

This is one of the easy parts, anyone can wear armour - and, although I wasn't able to find a confirmation, it is said that a helmet issue in Chapter 20: The Foundling might have been simply how the mandalorains adapted to someone needs, just like we do in the real world. Meaning that armour could be adapted for Everyone

2. Speaking Mando'a -

Also super easy! And I'm sure there are variants or certain rules for Ithorians, who can't speak basic and have to use a translator

3. Raising their child(ren) as Mandalorians -

Oh boy! Now we get to the hard ones! Why, you may ask?

Because a Mando Jedi Would have Two Cultures that they would raise their kid by!

And while I'm sure it maybe wouldn't be an issue, the fact is: Mandalorians are known to forcefully change the name of kids they adopt (Kal Skirata, for an example of a victim even though his situation was portrayed positively because Karen Traviss Would Never show her mandos in anything that Wasn't a positive view), we don't get a lot mandos that show other cultures Beyond Mandalorian culture - which is bad btw (and before anyone comes at me, I'm just going to say that it could have been done during the Rebels or The Mandalorian) - and also since they view Jedi as enemies it wouldn't surprise me that they wouldn't be too kind on a kid who was mixed cultures, let alone if the kid preferred the Jedi culture more than Mandalorian.

This is not even talking about the fact that raising children is hard and that the Jedi might have to leave their job in the Order to raise the kid(s) if they weren't force sensitives - thus no longer being a Jedi job (which is what most people want when they say they want a mando jedi), and if they were force sensitive it would mean that they would probably be raised in the Order - And I want you to look at me in the eye and tell me if you truly believe that the majority of mandalorians wouldn't say that the Jedi wasn't "a true mandalorian" for taking that decision.

4. Defending themselves and their families -

Again, they will 100% do that UNLESS it means a greater harm for a good amount of people - and can you tell me that most mandalorian clans would accept that fact? That they wouldn't be the priority if something much bigger happened? Most people in real life wouldn't like that! Would fake accept and then get mad when it did happen because they were hoping that the person would change their minds!

But being a Jedi means following a philosophy of Harm Reduction and that means choosing the option that would save more lives/harm less lives, that fact doesn't change just because one of the people you won't be able to safe is your family. Or your whole family will be people you won't be able to safe, but a million more will survive, and there's No changing that.

5. Contributing to the clan's welfare -

This one seems easy but we don't know how much the Jedi are paid - if they are paid at all, honestly. For all we know they could get paid anything that could help anyone and all their things are made by the Jedi themselves or are donated or given by the Senate for missions, like they give them communicators, but it's mostly with the intent of using them during missions and not every day life - even if that becomes a side effect.

Or maybe the Jedi are given a budget, and they pay their workers, buy stuff they need (food, for example, even if I believe a good majority of vegetables and fruits are grown in the Temple) and pay the bills and then pay the Jedi/give the all the Jedi money depending on their age and rank. and maybe Jedi Shadows win money while undercover that they can use afterwards or normal Jedi have side hustles to earn money, but none of this we know for sure.

We don't Know how much the Jedi get if they get anything at all, so they won't be able to provide financially.

Okay but not with money what else could they do? They can't help around with the kids or daily tasks regularly when they have always the chance to be called away for a mission that could take months to years at the time. They can't help moving because they might get on call and drop that agreement. They can't move around or leave the Republic space because they might be needed for emergencies.

There's nothing that the Jedi can promise to do to help the Clan because of their job, and like.

Again, I can see a good majority of the Mandos (and Fans) not being able to forgive that and use it as a 'proof' that the Jedi ins't a 'True Mandalorian'

6. Following a Mand'alor and rallying behind said leader if they call for arms -

This is the one that it's a full No for the Jedi.

They are supposed to be Neutral, they can't join a side - they can't join the Mand'alor side or support them without a very good reason to.

The Jedi joined the Republic because they could help more planets and people would Listen more easily because they would have the Republic's backing. And I mean, looking at the good they did! A Thousand years of peace, ending slavery in the Republic and still working on ending it outside (Quinlan was on Tattooine, probably undercover take down a slavery ring)

Like lives are in danger and the best course of action is to ally themselves with with the Mand'alor.

Oh, and before anyone brings up the Republic and the War:

The Separatists were Enslaving worlds and literally built a weapon to eradicate all the organic life in a certain distance of the weapon, they Needed to be taken down. No matter the faults of the Republic, they were the better option in the Clone Wars as much as I hate to say it

I already said before on how the Senate is the one giving the Jedi stuff, and I will say it again! The Senate is probably the one who pays for a LOT of things of the Jedi, things they possibly need to survive. They Could Not say no to the Senate without risking the Order's entire life, ESPECIALLY because you can't tell me that Palpatine wouldn't activate Order 66 Earlier if they had said no.

Speaking of Palpatine, did you know the Senate and him drafted the Jedi? Yeah, they CANONICALLY did that.

Anywa, went off the road a bit but yeah.

The Jedi would only swear themselves to the Mand'alor If they were forced to, OR more lives would be saved that way.

And this fact? This being unable to swear themselves to the Mand'alor would be a deal breaker, since then they would be following 5 out of the 6

THE VERDICT:

Out of the Six Actions, we have:

2 that a Jedi would have no trouble following

2 that they would need clauses on - something that the majority of mandos wouldn't allow

1 that is Uncertain, but it's probably a negative since we don't know how well the Jedi would be able to help their clan and most mandos would probably want a full commitment and help for their clans

1 that the Jedi wouldn't be able to follow without a good reason that would last longer than a month

Meaning? A Jedi wouldn't be considered a Mandalorian by the majority of the Mando'ade, in fact they would most likely be considered dar'manda by a good proportion of the Mandalorian people.

Personal Thoughts: All my thoughts right now are surrounding Tarre Vizsla and how he would deal with all of this, since he would only be able to swear to two with no problems Makes me think that what @/aspiringwarriorlibrarian (sorry for the tag) theorized about Tarre becoming a Mand'alor via the non-warrior elite is a lot likely

Part 2 Here

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Rebels Rewatch: "Trials of the Darksaber"

Delicious. Finally some good kriffing Sabine backstory. :)

Really love the unique design of Atollon, the coral reef type plantlife, like the ocean floor drained of water. Love that we get lots of establishing shots this season just looking at and admiring the coral formations. <3

From this look Sabine gives as Rau heads up the ramp into the Ghost's cargo hold I think she already suspects and/or dreads why he's there.

Rau looks at the darksaber with reverence and awe and disbelief like it's Excalibur.

"Liberated" is an awfully nice way of saying y'all stole it, Rau. And oh boy the ink I could spill on that.

Long story short, the thing never should have become a cultural icon for the Mandalorians in the first place, Tarre left it with the Temple, if he wanted the Mandos to have it he would have instructed the Jedi Order to give it to them. Actually kind of sick that a Jedi lightsaber--representative of peace and diplomacy--got used instead for warfare, conquest, and dominance.

Side note though, the 2D animation sequence of the darksaber's backstory is gorgeous.

"I imagine Sabine was excited to recover it." Yeeeeeeeah you don't know her at all, Rau. Sabine has too many family trauma-shaped issues for that. She thought for one second about the implications of finding the darksaber and was like, "Nope! Not dealing with that." straight into denial and avoidance.

Which is not the last time her character journey in this episode will mirror Ezra's from all the way back in "Empire Day/Gathering Forces".

This is so cute. <3

From how Sabine has painted herself this particular wall art must have been added sometime in Season Two, probably earlier in the season. Her depiction of Ezra here is a little bit more flattering than the one she painted in Season One... but still kind of poking fun at him. XD

(Really kind of amazing to contrast this portrait with the one she did in the finale, where Ezra is centered instead of her, and finally looks serene and grown up.)

Sabine is kind of curled up, clutching her helmet a bit self-protectively.

Be honest, you thought the purr Chopper gives when Sabine pets him as she passes was cute too.

The score is already heavily reliant on clarinet and harp, a combination that makes this cue sound vaguely exotic.

Hmm, does this collective family confrontation seem familar?

It does!

Ezra points out the obvious: It's a lot harder for someone non-Force Sensitive to wield and be proficient in a lightsaber. Something that the Ahsoka show will hopefully delve into.

Maybe?

Perhaps?

Please?

Kanan agrees that Sabine "can't fight like a Jedi" (more evidence that she's not actually Force Sensitive) but she can become proficient with the blade, to which Sabine objects because "[...]that is a lightsaber." and there is this raw look of actual fear in her eyes.

This is the first time we hear her theme, by the way, faint in the background.

Sabine has such a defeatist attitude about reconciling with her family. :(

Tiya's voice acting is amazing this episode, Sabine already sounds like she's about to cry.

(Also note she curls her arms around herself self-protectively here, juuuuust like a little Season One Loth-rat we could name. :) )

Hera is being SO very gentle about the fact that she has to, as Rebellion leader, ask Sabine to try and make a strategic alliance with a prominent Mandalorian clan. Sabine feels a little bit betrayed by this, obviously, but Kanan emphasizes she can still walk away if that's her choice, which I really wish the people who trauma-coddle Sabine would remember as a thing he and Hera did.

Does Sabine relent because she feels a sense of pressure? Probably. But also she was not healing ducking and avoiding the issue.

Even though she agrees she's not really committed to her actions yet, and Ezra points out that getting her head right about that is going to be the first step. (Hera kind of gives him stinkeye for this but Hera, this is Jedi Training 101, let the padawan who's already wrestled with this have a say. He's not even that mean about it.)

Sabine gets angry, which is the opposite of what she needs to be in order to do this. (Also, "Give me the lightsaber and I'll make the connection!"/"Gimme the sword, I'm gonna learn how to kick your--") At Kanan's urging she calms herself, though, and it's only then that he lets her hold the darksaber.

AND THUS WE GET ROAD TRIP AND JEDI BOOTCAMP WITH KANAN. :D

Ezra doesn't often get the chance to poke Sabine back so you know he's enjoying this.

Sabine is actually being way pricklier at the teasing than she normally would be, and that's one of our clues of just how emotionally unbalanced and rattled she is this episode.

They start setting up camp and Sabine immediately begins questioning Kanan's training methods, to which Ezra assures her this kind of thing is normal.

Something I really like and appreciate about this episode? Ezra never once acts jealous or bratty about the fact that Kanan's training Sabine too. He's actually very eager and helpful to walk her through the forms.

The only two times he complains it's because Kanan made him unload the supplies Fenn brought instead of taking a break to rest--which isn't really about Sabine at all, more like a typical teenager griping about the chores--and when Sabine uses her new gauntlet arsenal on him. Because you know, that's cheating.

There is nooooooo particular reason I'm including this screencap, nope. None at all.

I said like a liar.

Look at him, he's so proud for her. <3

I love watching the choreography in this episode. Sabine lunges, almost off balance from the very-start, movement heavily telegraphed, and slashes with very little thought or strategy, and none of the elegance or precision she's going to need with an actual lightsaber. So obviously, Kanan easily deflects and overpowers her.

This first clash is punctuated with some lovely drum percussion in the score. Possibly some wood blocks too? That or the drums are Japanese Taiko or something.

He's so excited to teach her, look at him. <3

Fun note from the closed captions: "Hey, slow down, all right? You're not gonna learn this in one day." Ezra being encouraging when she's frustrated about her progress.

After the commercial cut we're back with Ezra and Sabine again and she's almost gotten herself perfectly synced to him.

Hera: "Were you careful with Ezra?" Ah, that would be a NO, Hera. He was not. Lol.

Both Hera and Kanan have points here. Kanan, understandably, doesn't want Sabine to get hurt (his "I'm trying things differently" line) and Hera accuses him of doubting in her abilities because she doesn't have the Force. And it's not that it's that her emotional blockage is going to completely screw up her ability to hold a lightsaber, because to use the Force properly in any fashion, even just enough to hold a lightsaber without dismembering yourself you have to be at peace.

You can't be channeling your emotions because that feedback loops through the Force and amplifies whatever you're feeling and amps it up to dangerous levels you can't always control, especially if you aren't trained.

Kanan is the Jedi, he knows this. But Hera is the mom, and she knows Sabine. By not letting her actually confront herself via the real blade, Kanan isn't helping her work through her issues.

Mostly because he doesn't know how to even begin to approach those issues because Sabine's got everything so battened down and bottled up under stubborn layers of denial and anger and hurt. (So he's going to have to throw her in the deep end like he did with Ezra, and it seems like he doesn't want to.)

Like, this episode is an almost perfect encapsulation of why the Jedi practice mindfulness and why the Jedi way can't be for everyone who shows Force potential.

Though on those lines, again, please note that the show completely supports the premise that Sabine is not Force Sensitive, even with Kanan's line about how the Force resides in all things but you have to be open to it. We'll put a bookmark on this and hopefully we won't have to come back to it for reference with the Ahsoka show. *narrow stare at Filoni*

"I'll be sending out supplies, is there anything specific that you need?" "Patience, understanding..." SUCH a #married line lol.

Back to the boot camp and Sabine is doing marginally better, her movements sharper, more controlled, kept closer to her chest. She's still pressing forward too much, too eager to just attack and overwhelm; Ezra barely expends any effort dodging and blocking her. His form is polished, casual. You can spot several of the established canon block positions. Sabine's is erratic and stiff, her strikes all over the place.

She smacks him for his chipper encouraging compliment but also--

She smiiiiiiiliiiiiiiiiing. ^_^

There's a move here Ezra does where he spins around Sabine's strike that gif-makers have noticed she uses later in her fight with Saxon.

Sabine is SO ANNOYED that Rau is adding to the chorus of critical voices lolol.

Rau spoiling Sabine like a doting uncle, aww.

The gifts provide Sabine with a temporary, artificial confidence, which leads to a bit of arrogance on her part. She's too caught up in getting one over her opponent that she forgets all respect and decorum and attacks Kanan out of turn.

Kanan gets a little pissy in return, quickly turning things around and emphasizing that her bullish attitude is going to get her killed.

Oh, something else I love? Sabine doesn't ever target Ezra with her anger, even here where she's yelling at Kanan, all her bitterness is directed squarely at him and she only mentions Ezra because she incredulous he's learned so well when he has such a "lousy" teacher.

But oof, Kanan and Ezra's expressions, ow.

There's this painful little pinch of guilt. Wonder if he's remembering Kanan's doubts about being a good teacher for him, about how when things were at their worst he was the one lashing out at Kanan and claiming he didn't need him.

Sabine goes off to be by herself and after a moment Ezra follows, attempting another of his infamous impromptu therapy sessions no doubt lol.

I love this scene so much. The soft lighting, the quiet rendition of Sabine's theme in harp. Ezra trying to be encouraging and understanding and Sabine just bursting at the seams with all the hurt and pain she's trying to hide because if she gives voice to the reason she left she has to confront it all over again.

Thematically it's all the same beats as their conversation back in "Gathering Forces" where Sabine was urging him to reconcile with and resolve the trauma in his past, reconnect with his former family, only now with the roles reversed, now he's the one urging her.

Gif-makers have not failed to notice the shot-for-shot blocking, the parallels are so strong and clearly deliberate. Ezra's trying to be there for Sabine the way she was for him, with the same results, Sabine shuts down and shuts him out. Ezra withdraws respectfully, though not before pointing out that she still has a chance, because her parents are still alive to reconcile with. (I hear a snatch of his theme right here, very nice.)

Boy fandom gave him so much unnecessary grief for that line. It made... zero sense. Then and now.

Sabine tries to call after him, a bit too late, and just stays alone with her thoughts some more.

Hi Bendu!

See what I said above, Kanan's thinking about the practicality of letting a volatile emotionally-compromised teenager swing around a Force weapon and Hera knows she's not going to get past her issues if she's given an out to avoid things. (Hera also alludes to her issues with Cham, which is probably what got Sabine to start trusting her in the first place.)

Ezra voicing some worry about how long she's been gone. <3 And complete faith in her abilities, feeling like Kanan's maybe pushing her too hard. <3

He's so happy to see her back, too. <3

Oooh this track, relying on those unique instruments again, some kind of flute and that might be an erhu but I'm not sure. This is "Sabine's Catharsis", a cue which takes her leitmotif through an emotional wringer, bending it around different percussion harmonies and giving the theme to different parts of the orchestra. (I counted at least four or five shifts, from the flute, to the erhu and violins, to a cello and some horns, to the full string section and back around again.)

Sabine looks trepidacious at finally being handed the darksaber.

Ezra with an expression of, "Oh this 'bout to get good."

And his anxious glance at Rau when he realizes Kanan isn't dialing down his saber to training mode lol.

Ho man this overhead shot.

This whole sequence. *chef's kiss* The lighting, the score, the character drama... Kanan pushing Sabine to her limit, physically and emotionally, to break past the walls that are preventing her from healing, from accessing that place of catharsis she needs.

Sabine's choreography starts fraying as the duel goes on, Kanan still easily able to knock her down or push her about. At one point the darksaber glances off her right vambrace, singing it, which is probably what Kanan was worried about when he hesitated to actually give her the sword.

(Ezra almost rushes in, because she's hurt, but Fenn holds him back. People holding Ezra back from trying to protect Sabine will almost become a running gag in this arc lol.)

Again, I would love to point out those sweet sweet parallels in the dialogue here.

"You're blocked!"/"You're not committed to this. You should quit."

"I'm not afraid of them!" "Then what?"/"You did run, didn't you?" "No!"

"Ezra, what are you afraid of?"/"Then what's the truth?"

And... it works.

"I'm... I'm afraid of knowing. I'm afraid of the truth!"/"The truth... is that... I left to save everyone!"

Frick, the emotion in Tiya's performance here, it's so raw. :(((((

And finally that juicy juicy Sabine backstory they've been sprinkling out a trickle at a time, lol.

:(((((

All of them pledging to support her as we close out on this powerful image.

Oh man I love this episode. Something that becomes apparent in Season Three is that Sabine is being moved forward into narrative prominence, to wind up ultimately as a co-protagonist to Ezra. That spot had previously been taken up by Kanan, who has been sort of stepping back, the writers very slowly shifting him out of focus and allowing Sabine to grow, and also allowing her and Ezra to grow up together. (I think at this point they already knew that Kanan's days were numbered as Ezra's mentor, and were making sure he still had someone who was always going to be in his corner.)

In the end the show is about them, the children who become adults too soon in a world at war. "A boy who was lost" and "a girl who was broken" as Hera's trailer voiceovers would say, later.

Sabine's backstory confession is heartbreaking. Slightly confusing in places, @seleneisrising has an attempt at a coherent timeline of events, but nothing that dampens the emotional resonance of the scene. So many things about Sabine make sense now, and boy I hurt for her.

Great music, great character work... This episode is on people's top fives for a reason.

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