#AQ VETINA. GUYS

[dindjarindiaries]

NEW STAR WARS GALAXY MAP JUST DROPPED AND IT HAS:

Aq Vetina (DIN’S HOMEWORLD!!!)

Sorgan

Morak

Corvus

Alzoc III

Maldo Kreis

Adelphi

Arvala-7

THE MANDALORIAN FANS WON TODAY!

(via hearthomesinnoh)

#AQ VETINA. GUYS #IM SHAKING #THIS IS MAJOR #din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars

[corellianhounds]

top 5 headcanons? Your own or just faves!

GREAT question so these are just the ones off the top of my head:

1. This headcanon for Mando teaching the kid sign language, and the kid communicating back

2. Not something I came up with, but I like the idea of Luke having permanent Force-lightning scars as a result of Palpatine using it on him in RotJ

3. Personal headcanon: I think Han Solo would have taken Leia’s last name when they got married: Han (at least in the movies) had no family ties to the name ‘Solo,’ it was the name the Imperial officer gave him when he enlisted in the military to escape Corellia. It’s the perfect description for a smuggler on his own who only thinks of himself and his ship (though eventually Chewie becomes a part of The Only Things Han Solo Cares About).

The most important thing about Han Solo’s character that I think many audiences and even official creators (INCLUDING GEORGE LUCAS SOMEHOW) seem to forget is that Han’s whole character arc is that he was NOT a good guy— He BECOMES a good guy. All of the tension surrounding him in the original trilogy is based on the fact Han Solo looks out for himself. His return at the end of A New Hope is predicated on the audience being surprised that he came back.

Each movie, there was no guarantee that he would stay or stick around when the going got tough. By the end of the trilogy, Han’s character arc has ended with him choosing to be a part of something bigger and caring for people beyond himself and beyond his circle of friends. Choosing to marry Leia means choosing to remain relatively sedentary and present for her (and by extension their family, friends, and the New Republic), and besides, what better way to throw people off the scent and protect yourself from your criminal past than by marrying into the royal and political-leading family?

TLDR: Han takes Leia’s last name after they’re married because he finally has a family he chooses to tie himself to.

4. Personal headcanon: Leia does not forgive Vader for what he became, regardless of whether Luke says he redeemed himself in the end.

Leia not only saw the war he led and the atrocities he committed her entire life, he enabled/directed the destruction of her entire home planet before her very eyes. Leia loves her brother, but she cannot reconcile what Luke says about Vader being a good person with the war criminal she knew him to be.

Bonus headcanon: I think in the sequel trilogy Leia should have been the one to see a vision of her son’s future and she should have been either the catalyst for Ben Solo leaving, or she should have been the one who said she saw too much of Vader in him as an adult and he had to be killed in order to be defeated, while Luke and Han should have been the ones trying to bring him back. Luke’s character in the original trilogy was defined by compassion and mercy even towards one of the worst people the galaxy had to offer, and Han’s character was defined by the people who didn’t give up on him and whose encouragement and support and willingness to see the good in him were the reasons he was able to become a good person.

5. Personal headcanon: I’ve had the idea since 2020 that Mando’s family on Aq Vetina were part of the Disciples of the Whills. I’ve liked the idea of Mando being connected in a non-Force-sensitive way to other lore surrounding the Force, and I’ve based it on the similarities in costume design and because I think thematically, the idea of exploring the Force through a different lens than the Jedi would have made a much more interesting and compelling story in what was originally a relatively independent TV show with new characters on a much smaller scale, exploring different parts of the galaxy.

How I understand the doctrine of the Whills is that it’s more trying to understand the direction of the Force as it tries to find balance in the world, and the result of those teachings means seeing how the Force working in others is what benefits people— In Rogue One Chirrut says “May the Force of others be with you,” which I’ve interpreted as “Yes the Force exists and has an impact on life and death, but because it is the connection binding every living thing together, it’s our choices and the actions we take and the connections we form that exhibit the Force, which are what will ultimately save us in the end.” Chirrut says “The Force protected me,” and Baze Malbus says “I protected you,” and they are both right.

In the context of The Mandalorian, I wanted to see what could have happened if the show diverged from the Jedi, who to be clear were a specific order of Force sensitive followers whose primary purpose was as protectors of the galaxy— The Jedi teachings weren’t just a belief system, they were combined with a martial art and specific learned abilities that were intended to be used to protect people. That doesn’t mean their way was the only way Force-sensitives interacted with the Force.

Long story short, I wanted Mando’s potential ties to a different part of Star Wars lore to be the gateway to exploring more of the galaxy that these stories were set in. I think it would have been a lot more interesting and would have freed up the story to go whatever direction it needed without being confined to the Jedi and prior source material

#The latter three points are important to how I interpret and write those characters #and will be relevant to stories I intend to post down the road #long post #my writing #headcanons #ask games #THANK YOU I love getting to ramble #Luke Skywalker #Han Solo #Leia Organa #Kylo Ren #Din Djarin #Baby yoda #the mandalorian #original trilogy #Baze Malbus #Chirrut Îmwe #hounds speaks #The Disciples of the Whills #Aq Vetina

[rainbowsprinkledpirate]

To The Sound of Beskar

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Older!Male!Reader

Summary: When dropping off your latest bounty, you have the vague feeling that you will see the Mythrol, Mirialan, and Zygerrian again someday. Until you end up with more pressing matters to worry about. Like how Greef Karga immediately sends you after a new bounty when you step foot in the bounty hunter guild's cantina.

AN: If you can't tell, I suck at writing fight scenes, and The Mandalorian series contains a lot. So, here's to a long ride and lots of research on my end on how to write it! 😃👍

Chapter II: Strengthen Those Beside You

It was easy to get lost in thought when traveling through space.

The swirl of color drew you into a sense of peace unlike anything else you've ever experienced, allowing you to let go for a moment. You got lost in thought more often than you'd like to admit when flying.

Currently, you were thinking about the training Din had gone through.

Was he able to learn everything you had?

When Concordia was attacked, you were both still very young. From what you recall, you were still going through training even then. And you were able to be on your own a few weeks after the tribe had settled on Nevarro.

The younger kids, like Din and Paz, had their training pushed back. Yet you doubt the older Mandalorians let them skip for long.

Din had to have finished his training, or the other Mandalorians wouldn't let him keep sneaking away to join you on dangerous bounty-hunting missions without speaking with you about it.

Right?

"...ey. Hey, are you alright?" A hand shaking your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts. Din doesn't let go even when you crane your neck to look up at him.

You examine him, feeling a stupid smile crawl across your lips before noticing the beep from the navigator in front of you two. Damn, you had to start doing something to avoid wasting fuel by zoning out between jumps.

Pressing the right buttons to exit hyperspeed, you manually take over to fly back to Nevarro.

"Yeah, I was just lost in thought." You mutter before tightening your grip on the Crest's steering wheel. Din's fingers squeeze your shoulder before he lets go.

"You should just let me fly. I don't think you've been getting enough sleep lately."

He was one to talk.

Wait.

Was it just you, or did Din sound oddly grown up suddenly?

Ting.

Din chuckles after the bolt bounces off the top of your helmet. You turn to glare silently after him as he exits the cockpit.

He lazily tosses over his shoulder before completely disappearing from sight, "I think I'm a better flyer anyways."

No, he hasn't grown up at all. That womp rat.

Sighing heavily, you fly the Crest to an open space close to the city. You maneuver it between a freighter and a quadjumper. Checking that there was enough space for Greef's guys to get the quarries out.

Stepping out of the cockpit after powering down the Crest, you head down the ladder leading into the belly of the ship.

Din waits for you by the open ramp. From your place by the ladder, you watch how his lazy demeanor shifts back to that of the cold Mandalorian. Shoulders squared and back straight.

You can't stop the ache stinging your heart as you stride past him.

If you could choose for him to have a different life, you would. One where he was still on Aq Vetina learning whatever from his parents. One where he didn't have to put up a shield between himself and everyone else.

"Hey! Watch it, Mando." The words are spat at you like poison when you accidentally bump into a rough-looking Trandoshan. You say nothing and stare him down from behind your helmet until he sidesteps you with a sneer and continues on his way.

This was the life Din was born into. One where he had to learn from the world around him. One where he was safe behind the mask because it protected him from those who wished him harm.

This wasn't a life you would willingly choose for anyone. But it gave some a second chance.

You make your way through the bustle of the city, and the crowd parts around you. Din follows behind silently as you head to the bounty hunter's guild.

When your shadow darkens the guild's entrance, Greef Karga rises from his table further in the cantina.

"Mando! Glad to see you back. Good job on those last bounties." Karga tilts his glass at you with a smile. "Come, come! I believe I have something that will help secure your spot in the guild." He beckons you over.

You ignore the glares and whispers rising from the other bounty hunters as you and Din move to sit in front of Karga. Said man completely ignores them and focuses solely on you.

He jovially states with a flourish of a bounty puck, "This bounty is one of the most important ones I have gotten as of late. But I trust you can handle it, Mando."

He slides the puck your way, humming, "You're headed to Gamorr. This particular bounty is a slaver wanted in many parsecs. Goes by the name Bhoa Myoduza. She should be easy to find, considering she's likely the only Rodian on Gamorr."

You snag the puck before standing up.

Staring down at Karga, you question him with vauge curiosity, "Any idea which part of the planet she's on?"

"That planet is ravaged by war. Surely there is one quiet place that would stand out." Din speaks up after Karga shakes his head at your question. For a moment, his looks as if he's about to shake his head again when his face lights up.

"Now that you mention it, I believe there is one place you could check first. Ah, but it requires one of the locals to take you there."

Din sighs beside you before standing to follow you.

That wasn't going to be easy.

The Gamorreans were too focused on fighting each other to worry about helping a Mandalorian looking for a bounty. But it wasn't like you needed their help. You would figure it out yourself. With Din, things would be easier. Strengthen those beside you. That's what Din was good at. And you were glad he was born into this life with you.

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#teen din #teen din is a dick and you can't tell me otherwise #din djarin #mando x you #mando x male reader #x male reader #din x you #din djarin x you #din djarin/reader #the mandalorian x male reader #male reader #x reader #the mandalorian #mando fanfiction #star wars #star wars fanfiction #criticism welcome #tw violence

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Nick Gindraux for The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 6, The Prisoner. The Mandalorian is depicted firing down a corridor as battle droids approach. Cells are visible along the corridor.

Din Djarin sighed. He had hoped this would be a quick job and that he and the child would be able to gather some intel from Ran and find someplace safe to hunker down. It became clear that nothing like that was going to happen. Dank Farrik.

First, he thought he was just going to take Ran’s team somewhere and  just drop them off. He had done that often enough when they originally worked together. To find that he wasn’t even going to pilot the Razor Crest was not welcome information. It hadn’t been easy to acquire and it would be even more trouble to replace if anything happened to it. 

Second, he didn’t find out that they were extracting a prisoner from a New Republic prison vessel until it was too late to refuse. Picking someone up from a rival group was as different from springing a guy from a New Republic prison ship as the Razor Crest was different from an Old Imperial Dreadnaught. This job just went from bad to awful.

Finally, the crew. Uff. The Mandalorian was surprised that any of them had managed to avoid being held in a New Republic prison transport themselves. They were a hot mess. One was violent, one was just a mass of muscle, another was trigger happy, and the worst one was a reprogrammed protocol droid. What had he signed himself up for when he contacted Ran and asked if they could work something out that was mutually beneficial?  This was not what he had hoped to be doing and he certainly hadn’t expected to expose the child to such a motley crew. 

At least he could control for that. He’d left the little one in his cabin and locked the door. He wasn’t going to open it and let any of them see his small companion. Based on what Ran said to him about getting crosswise with the guild made him worry that his old ‘friend’ knew all about what happened on Nevarro and that meant he couldn’t be trusted to know about the kid or anything else. Just like old times.

Old times had been one nightmare after another with all of the old crew doing one dangerous, often stupid thing, after another. Sure, Ran had made credits and Din Djarin had as well, since even his old armor had protected him from the worse of their misadventures, including Xian’s persistent testing of his reflexes with her knives. But, there were a number of good reasons they had parted ways. 

Ran had shorted his cut of the take on more than one job. Xian had cut up so many members of their team that Din Djarin spent as much of his time patching people back together as he did planning missions and providing cover fire. And Xian’s brother, Qin was just as much a problem. He was just slightly more cheerful while he picked locks and subdued guards than any of the rest of them. A Mandalorian bounty hunter was expected to display more discipline. More consideration. More sense. A lot more sense. 

Dank Farrik. 

Then Burg, the big muscle for their team decided to be nosey. Well, Din Djarin had shut that down as quickly as he could. But not before the door to his cabin was opened and there was the child. Standing up and carefully observing each one of them. He could only imagine what the child might think seeing them all. When he was that age, well, he hadn’t actually reached the child’s reported age yet, but when he was a youngling, he hadn’t met anyone who carried weapons with so little concern. At least, not until he’d been saved by the Mandalorians on Aq Vetina. 

That brought back memories he didn’t want to think about. Including his general concerns about the child he’d decided to protect. Had he known his parents? Had he any idea where he came from? Was he an orphan or abandoned or did he have a family who was frantically trying to locate him? The Mandalorian had no idea but he certainly didn’t want this group of people to think about the child in any way at all. 

“What is it? Like a pet, or something?”

Mayfeld asked the question to see if he could push the Mandalorian’s buttons.

“Sure. Something like that.”

Easier to pretend the child was a pet then have them think he was anything else. Although as soon as he said that, the Mandalorian was certain that the child had made a face or a sound that indicated his disapproval of that whole notion. It wasn’t the first time that the bounty hunter was happy that he wore a helmet that shielded his face. The notion that small being was scolding him about a necessary cover story was just too funny. He couldn’t imagine the grief he’d take from Xian or Mayfeld if they had seen his grin or his eyes crinkle at their corners or saw how red he got in the face from trying not to laugh. It wasn’t worth it and it wouldn’t protect the child.

After that moment of levity that no one knew about except for him, the Razor Crest dropped out of hyperspace and he and the child and everyone else went bouncing around the storage bay. That wretched droid didn’t give a circuit relay about what was happening to the actual living members of their party. Which reminded him that he didn’t want that thing to know anything about the child. Nothing. After what happened with the IG unit on Arvala-7, the Mandalorian didn’t trust the protocol droid as far as the child could… no, as far as he could throw him. 

He spoke to the child quickly and quietly and gave him a rations pack to eat, while the others were preparing to board the vessel they had landed on. He hoped he wouldn’t find it used as a paint pallet again with assorted symbols decorating the walls of the cabin like the last time he’d had to leave the little one alone for a few hours. The walls cleaned up pretty easily, but getting the little one out of that coverall to bathe him and then trying to get him back into the thing had been a true trial of Mandalorian perseverance. 

He had hoped he wouldn’t have to survive that trial again for a couple of days instead of a mere twenty hours. Maybe he should get them a pet. Then it could clean the little one up when food was used as paint. It was worth a try, right?

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin

[grogusmum]

Hi Hazel!

How would Din and Grogu celebrate May the 4th? (Bonus points if Grogu answers 😘)

A-corse I am going to answer!!

It is a question about me and my dad and the things we do...

Anyways, this May the 4th was not like any other! Because we were not on the Razor Crest! We were not in the n-1 flying all around! We were at our house on Navarro.

And Granpa Karga, he wants me to call him this, we are not related, and he is not my dad's father ssssooooo... butbits very nice he likes to hold me up high so I can see over his shoulder, and he chats away about Dad and if he isn't taking proper care of me, which he is. Some people say way does Din take Grogu here or there and put him in Situations that are NOT for babies. And I would like to say I am older than them!! But I am also just a little guy, but I have FORCE POWERS! So it all evens out. But the safety place is with my Mandadalorian Dinjamin Djarin. He is like a wall of beskar steel and he will just jump right in front of people. He is very protection.

Anyways, we had May the 4th on Nevarro, the market was very full of food that I needed to try! And at night there was fireworks in the sky. And because I am just a little guy, dad put me on his shoulder to see them. I knocked on his helmet face to make sure he was watching when it was extra good!

When it was over, well, I wasn't tired... but Dad was, and we needed to get him home to bed!

I was so excited by all the food and the dancing stars that it was hard to settle down for kriff sake. After Dad put me back in my bed for the "millionth time" see the quotes there? That is because I think my dad was exaggerating!

Finally, he let me get in his bed, and he told me stories about fireworks back on his home on Aq Vetina. He does not remember a lot but he does remember sitting on his dad's shoulders and watching, pointing to them and holding his mama's hand.

And maybe I fell just a little asleep because Dad's voice is so quiet and rumbling. It is a tricky trick he does, but I don't mind when I get to cuddle with him.

Thank you for asking about our celebration!!

💚🐸

#ask grogu #may the fourth be with you

[merrysithmas]

bo katan & din's past link prediction

okay but just reiterating my predication that bo katan was def part of the slaughter of Aq Vetina and subsequent death of Din's biofam. she was part of the Death Watch and that's a tactic the Death Watch used - bomb places (or even Mandalore itself, in TCW) and then "rescue" civilians.

that is definitely what this is building all up to and also another reason she "hates" Din and his possession of the darksaber - bc she hates herself for what she did and looking at him makes her both angry and guilty.

among other things she tries to hate him to give herself amnesty for what she did (essentially what she did to him, ironically she is WHY the Mandos took him as a Foundling, she is WHY he follows "The Way" so ardently).

but she can't. she sees he is a good earnest person and she can't help but see he's a good guy - and this eats at her even more. calling it!

#bo katan kyrze #din djarin #the mandalorian #obvi

[sinnah8]

Silver lining Chapter one

Mafia! Din Djarin x f!reader

A/n: sorry this was late just got a bit side track but enjoy this fanfic, lmk what I should do or add! Enjoy!!

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You slightly remember the name " Mandolorian". Your parents would constantly talk about the gang and how dangerous they were. Till Aq Vetina got wiped by violence and terror and became too much to manage. But you couldn't put your finger on why this guy would name himself after them.

You looked at him and just slightly smiled "So I'm guessing you're all big and bad?". he lightly chuckles "No.. can a man just have a drink once in a while " he winks at you. You ignored it and tended to the other customers, he soon left and he left his card you didn't think much of it. So you left it behind the counter and clocked out.

you got home and took a shower, then went to bed. Mostly preparing to get ready for the morning shift you had the next day.

You soon woke up and got ready for your opening shift at the bar. You walked in and the whole bar was vandalized and half destroyed. You see graffiti all over the place with the logo of the bar crossed off.

you signed and closed the bar up for the day and left a sign outside the door. Before calling your father about the damages you still see the card behind the counter. You looked in the back of it and called the number. He picks up the phone and you hear a light groan

You: Hey its the bar tender from yesterday..

Din: Oh, Why'd you call?

You: I need to do business, my bar got vandalized and I don't know who did it. It was perfectly fine til you stepped foot in it

Din: listen here Meshla I didn't do anything, I just simply got a drink, but since you have a very pretty face I would offer my protection.

You: Oh great you sighed in relief

Din: But.. there's a catch shit

Din: you can't let people know I'm doing this for you it would put yourself at risk.

You: Ok, cool don't tell nobody.. can I call you mando? For short

Din: don't get used to it he hangs up

You soon let your father know about the damage and started cleaning the bar. You continue to work till you hear a faint knock outside the door it was Mando you opened the door to show him the damage.

"You it's pretty bad" you stare at him, "well it's not doing to happen again". To start conversation you just started asking him questions " So.. what do you exactly do?" You let the curiosity consume you. "Don't ask questions you don't the answer to princess". But you did want to know, you wanted to know why people went quite when they saw him.

You besides just to change the subject and question how was he going to protect the bar from getting vandalized again. "So how are you going to exactly help me out here" you questioned. He blankly stares at you " I have my own people that will be more than happy to help."

#fan fic #stars wars x reader #starwars fic #starwars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin fanfiction #din djain #mando #helmetless mando #mando x reader #mando x you #the mandolorian x reader #din djarin x reader

[direwolfrules]

3 Mandos and a Baby AU: The One Where Fenn Purposefully Adopts A Child

So, while nonsense is happening on Aq Vetina Fenn and a squadron of Protectors are dispatched to Corellia on an escort mission of great importance. Mandalmotors executive Jaor Ordo and senior member of the Ministry of Defense Korast Eldar are to meet with a Corellian ship company to negotiate a joint project.

Korkie decided that just Kom’rks and Fang-class fighters aren’t enough for the Mandalorian fleet. He wants something like the old Kandosii-class Dreadnoughts, just without the obvious weakness to the hyperdrive. Also, he wants a dedicated transport network to move civilians around Mandalorian space, especially now that the young Mand’alor’s Meshgeroya league is finally getting off the ground. Beer and circuses.

The initial meeting goes well, and as they’re heading back to the hotel Fenn hears noises from a nearby alley. He sends the squad on ahead while he checks it out.

Fenn sneaks up quietly to assess the situation and finds a bunch of scrumrats beating up a younger kid. Before he can make his presence known and come to the ad’ika’s aid some feral kid comes barreling in to try and help and just winds up being beaten by the gang instead. At this point Fenn does intervene, shouting “HEY” with his helmet’s vocoder turned all the way up. All the kids scatter, including the brave little one who jumped in to help the other.

A few days later negotiations are wrapping up really nicely. As they’re leaving the Corellian company’s office building a kid manages to slip through their guard perimeter and steal Eldar’s datapad. A datapad that contains so many state secrets, why the hell was it out, by the Ka’ra Korast!

Fenn and most of the other Protectors pursue the kid right down to the Den of the White Worms. Lady Proxima is yelling at the kid who brought the datapad down because he was supposed to steal a piece of beskar from the Mandalorians, not a datapad. Moloch goes to hit the boy when another kid steps between them and takes the blow. Fenn recognizes him as the kid from before – the one who jumped into a street fight he had no chance of winning to help out another kid – and his Mandalorian adoption instincts activate.

It’s bit of a fight, the Protectors take down Proxima’s enforcers and call the Corellian authorities to arrest them, and then they turn their attention to the kids. The feral child who keeps putting himself in danger to save others is standing between the Protectors and the younger kids.

Fenn manages to convince the boy, whose name is Han, that he’s not a threat and they take all the kids back to the hotel to sort things out. Fenn pays for like ten more hotel rooms on Korkie’s dime.

After a few days of the Protectors feeding and sheltering them without asking for anything in return some of the kids put down their guard. Han asks Fenn once, when they’re all eating dinner together, why they’re doing this. Fenn just replies that no Mandalorian worth the name would ever leave a kid to starve on the streets, it’s not honorable.

The kids start getting adopted, because over twenty Mando’ade were left alone with orphans. Garr and Ashara Peskod, seven year old twins whose parents died in an outbreak by the spaceport a year ago, get adopted by Vengo Reeves. Treka, a little Rhodian girl, gets adopted by Jaor Ordo. The human girl Han likes to hang out with, Qi’ra, gets adopted by Kaden Beviin, though she still seems fairly suspicious of the rest of the Mandos.

Han doesn’t trust Fenn that much. He can’t fathom a world in which a guy like the Protector just...cares. It’s not how things are done. Still, Han winds up talking to him more than he intends to. He tries to ignore the Mando, honest, but he always talks about such cool stuff. He even showed Han around the cockpit of his Kom’rk when he heard Han wants to be a pilot.

What really, finally gets Han to trust that Fenn is really just that nice happens on their second to last day on Corellia. Han’s suspicious of where Fenn disappears to everyday for an hour, and he manages to convince Qi’ra to cover for him while he sneaks to find out. Han watches from the air vent in Fenn’s room as the Protector holo-calls some lady named Bo.

This Bo lady moves the holocomm so a little kid lying in bed is visible and Fenn gets all extra soft and happy. The kid calls him buir and Han’s spent enough time around Mandos the past week to recognize that this kid must be Fenn’s son. Fenn sings the kid to sleep and Han’s not sure how to handle how soft and sweet and sappy the normally tough soldier gets.

Once the kid, whose name is Din, apparently, falls asleep Fenn and this Bo lady discuss what’s going on with Aq Vetina, which Han kinda remembers from the big holonews casts on some of the screens throughout the city. Apparently the Mand’alor is ready to go down to Coruscant and personally rip the Chancellor a new asshole, and when she says how proud she is of her nephew Han realizes that Bo must be Lady Bo-Katan Kryze, who he didn’t recognize without her armor. He gets kinda shocked and almost gives away his position because “holy shit Fenn’s on a nickname basis with his king’s aunt and may or may not share a child with her”.

Han refocuses on the conversation only to realize they’ve switched topics. Fenn’s now talking about some kid he kinda wants to adopt. He doesn’t want to push the kid into it but “by the Ka’ra Bo he wants to be a pilot and you should have seen him when he jumped in to save that other kid” and Han realizes with a start that the kid Fenn’s talking about is him. And Han’s…not sure how to feel about that.

He sneaks back and when Qi’ra asks him what he found out Han just tells her the truth. That Fenn wants to adopt him.

Their last day on Corellia Han just goes up to Fenn and asks “So are you going to adopt me or what?” and Fenn looks like he might cry. Han doesn’t know why he asked that, but maybe it had to do with how genuine Fenn had seemed when singing to his son, or while taking about Han.

Anyway, Fenn and company stroll back up to Mandalore with thirty two more passengers than they left with and absolutely no one is surprised. When Fenn introduces 12 year old Han to the Kryzes he’s like “this is my son, Han Rau”, and little Din runs headfirst into Han’s legs and screams “ori’vod”.

Listen, it’s my wish fulfillment stream of consciousness time travel AU and I’ll do what I want.

#star wars #korkie kryze #bo katan kryze #korkie kenobi #star wars rebels #3 mandos and a baby au #satine kryze #star wars the clone wars #han solo #qi’ra #solo: a star wars story #fenn rau #bofenn #din djarin #duchess satine #star wars au #han gets adopted by mandos #that’s it that’s the post #mandalorian Han Solo

[darlin-djarin]

Not gonna lie it's driving me wild that everyone is freaking out over whether or not Din is Din's first or last name. Din Grogu is one of my favourite things to come out of this season, I love how it sounds, I love the meaning it holds, and it's being completely over shadowed by western fans not understanding that names can be passed on in different ways by different cultures. I sincerely hope that people stop soon and take a moment to consider that they're maybe interpreting this wrong

YES. THIS. EXACTLY.

the fandom is being SO annoying over this- like have you guys considered that more than like 2 naming conventions exist in the world? SERIOUSLY. not everything is based off of western culture. i am really bothered by how the fandom is making this a big deal, like it’s REALLY not that deep.

i’m kind of neutral on “din grogu”. it sounds nice and it’s really cute, i just wasn’t expecting it. perfectly valid if someone does or doesn’t like it. i’m not in charge of telling people what they can and can’t like.

what i DON’T like is how particularly western/white fans are overshadowing all others to try to make a big deal over this. in MANY cultures around the world, being named with your fathers name incorporated with your given name is COMMON. in my culture (arab/middle eastern), incorporating your fathers name is something we do OFTEN. i have my dad’s name included with mine, and so do all my siblings. the way mostly western fans make this a big deal is frustrating. i understand the general confusion but NO ONE is listening when people try to explain.

din djarin’s first name is probably still din. it’s probably just part of mandalorians culture, or din’s own personal culture (since he’s from aq vetina), or just the children of the watch’s own culture, or literally ANY other reason. and frankly we don’t even need to justify it. it sincerely is NOT a big deal. the largest complaint i see is people saying “what are we calling him in fics now?!?!?” like guys. call him whatever you want. keep calling him din. it’s not the end of the world. it’s literally star wars.

din being his clan name is totally fine as well, and grogu having a part of his fathers name is really cool actually. that’s not to say i agree with favroni or anything, it’s just not as big of a deal as american/western fans make it.

when i was watching the show with my family, when the armorer said “din grogu”, my dad didn’t even blink. my family didn’t give a shit. we totally accepted that. it’s normal. it’s common.

i’ve tried to tell people so many times that there are different types of naming conventions, but i feel like my voice has been stomped on and is being overshadowed by the whole fandom who’s freaking out over the stupidest things. and it’s not like i can control the fact that most of the fandom is part of western culture, but i just wish people would listen to me. listen to ALL of us who are trying to make people understand. it’s frustrating, it really is.

thank you so much for putting this in my inbox, i’m so glad at least SOMEONE gets it. sorry that’s so frustrating for you, i totally understand.

#star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #the armorer #the mandalorian s3 #din grogu #oil.

[nikxation]

Putting this theory out into the world because it's been sitting in the back of my head for a while now.

I don't think Din being "saved" as a child was as innocent and heroic as we were initially led to believe.

Why would Death Watch (which then branched into the Children of the Watch) swoop into the middle of a Separatist attack and start saving people? Makes no sense, that's never been their MO, especially not during the Clone Wars. The only thing I can figure is it's a recruitment tactic to replenish their dwindling and dying numbers, which is why they'd come upon a kid all alone (Din) and just grab him without seeming to look for his parents first. Which leads me to three possibilities:

They swooped in like vultures at the end of a Separatist attack just to grab kids and vulnerable people that they could recruit. They had no real intention of stopping the fighting early enough to help. They sat back and watched it happen and just went through and picked through the rubble for anyone left.

It wasn't really a Separatist attack (why were the Separatists straight-up attacking Aq Vetina anyways? Aq Vetina doesn't seem like a world that would fight back hard enough to require a full-blown attack like that, unless there was a military presence there we're just not aware of yet). It was a fake attack by Death Watch using Separatist droids to, again, create a chance to recruit vulnerable people. They seem to come in and take down the droids almost... easily? Like, I don't think we see a single Mando fall during that entire little sequence in Din's flashback... Just seems... weird...

Again, it wasn't a Separatist attack, but instead was just completely Death Watch attacking a village and grabbing kids/people. And the insertion of the Separatist droids was more Din's brain protecting itself from trauma when it was, in reality, all Death Watch. Or, at least, Death Watch fighting against some other "good guys", like clones whose armor Din's young brain might easily mix up with droids. Mainly, we've seen Grogu suppress memories and then have them restored by Ahsoka/Luke using the Force, we could probably see the same happen with Din using Grogu's help (which would be a hell of a revelation for Din). Grogu slowly healing his own memory seems kinda Chekov's Gun-ish considering how little of Din's past we've gotten... Which is the basis of this theory.

Anyways, I think there's more there, which is why we really haven't gotten a lot of Din's past. I think some of that is Children of the Watch cult "brainwashing" (denial and suppression of members' "non-Mandalorian" times), but I think there's also an amount of it that... might be enlightening later in the story... Hence we just haven't seen it yet, and maybe Din isn't even aware of it.

#but that's just a theory... a GAME theory #like... it's never made sense to me... why death watch... was saving people... #and we KNOW it was death watch that saved him... that fact is ABUNDANTLY clear... #and din shows no indication that he... like... left DW to join the Children of the Watch????? #(though again... Children of the Watch are just a DW splinter group so I mean...) #just doesn't make sense.... #and I am WAITING for that revelation to happen so Din can realize the people who took him are actually bad guys... #i am WAITING #Din Djarin Escape The Cult That Kidnapped You 2k23 #the mandalorian #din djarin #death watch #children of the watch #clone wars

[dindjarindiaries]

Dincember - December 20: Celebration

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Celebration

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The sound of the N-1's engine got closer and closer, making your entire body experience a rush of excitement as you ran around the cabin turning off all the lights. Grogu cooed with his own delight, and you gently shushed him. The child giggled, giddy in anticipation as you did the same with him.

You remained in close reach of the nearest light's activator and waited for the cue. As soon as the door to the cabin slid open, you activated the light, allowing Din to see what you and Grogu had been up to in his absence.

"Surprise!" You beamed at Din as Grogu tried to babble the same word.

Din was frozen in shock, his travel knapsack haphazardly falling at his side as his visor admired all the directions. The feast on the table was fresh, thanks to Din's update about his time of arrival, and hopefully it smelled as good to Din as it did to you.

Din still didn't speak, nor did he move - aside from the small movements of his visor. You bit your cheek in anticipation. "Do you like it?" A flicker of fear chilled your chest. "Or is it too much?"

Din finally took a step forward, his armored chest inflating with a breath. He was only able to speak one word, a question that somehow said a thousand more. "How?"

You shrugged and patted Grogu's head. "Well, this little guy was a big help." Grogu cooed and you smiled at him. "I just remembered you talking about this holiday from Aq Vetina a long time ago and I realized it was coming up. We have a place to celebrate it now, so..." you gestured to your surroundings, "I figured we would do that."

Din shook his helmet, stopping just a few feet in front of you. His visor was unable to look away from the setup. "It looks just like home." His modulated voice is strained, now, though his joy is palpable. "It smells just like home."

You grinned wider at that. "Oh, good. I'm glad." You and Grogu shared a look. "We just really wanted you to feel like you were at home again." Grogu nodded to affirm your words.

Din's visor found the two of you, his helmet tilting before his hands held the sides of it. He removed it and set it aside, his brown gaze sparkling with joyful tears that the lights caught. You were surprised when he came close enough to draw you into his arms, the movements slow enough to allow you to stop him if you wanted to. You held him in return, grinning into his cowl as he took a deep, steadying breath. "Thank you." Din fought to keep his voice strong.

You held his cape and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You're welcome."

He ran a gloved hand over your back and stepped away, his forefinger and thumb holding your chin to make you face him. "No matter what this cabin looks like," Din smiled, "it will always be my home, now." He gestured to the setup. "The past is the past." Din nodded at you. "You two are my future."

You joined him in his joyful tears, holding his face to press his forehead against your own. There would be a hell of a celebration after that moment, but you wanted to remain in it for a couple minutes longer - as did Din.

#oh to see din with happy tears #dincember 2023 #din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin fic #prompts #dindjarindiaries

[theewokingdead]

Chaab

Chapter 16.5 of “Another Way” - A Mandalorian x Fem!Reader story

{Chapter List}

Chaab – [chahb] - fear Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader Summary: Din comes to find the meaning of life, but wonders if he discovered it too late as he says goodbye to you. Rating: Teen. Blog is 18+ ONLY. Words: 2.2k Warnings: Blink and you miss it mention of pregnancy. A/N: As always, sorry this took so long. This was originally supposed to be the intro to Chapter 17, but since part of this is basically the end of Chapter 16 from Din’s POV, I decided to make this Chapter 16.5. You won’t complain about an extra chapter, right? Something to hold you over until the next one is done (currently in progress so won’t be a long wait!). I’ll be making very slight adjustments to the end of the last chapter to make it go with this one.

Mandalorian Vocab:  Ad’ika – little one, son of any age, but also used informally to adults to mean “lads” or “guys.” Ad - son Buir – father Dar’manda – a state of not being Mandalorian. One who has lost his heritage, and so his identity and his soul. Regarded with absolute dread by traditionally-minded Mando’ade. Di’kut - idiot Ner ad – my son

When one chooses to walk the Way of the Mandalore, you choose to strictly adhere to a code of behavior and traditions that honors Mandalorian heritage. Though the customs may seem strange and fanatical to outsiders, Din didn’t question the beliefs of the Tribe. Not when they told him to never seek out the cursed planet Mandalore, not when they told him he’d be trained in the ancient art of war and was sent to the Fighting Corps, not even when he was gifted his own set of beskar and told not to remove the helmet in front of a living being.

This is the way.

Ironically, the one belief he avoided accepting was the most fundamental of them all - their attitude toward life.

Life is a gift that everyone cherishes, but eventually has to return.

The words stem from an ancient proverb, passed down to generations of Mandalorians from before the Old Republic-era, long before the cataclysm scorched their homeworld, from a time when Mythosaurs roamed the planet. The meaning was simple, but not always recognized.

Whenever Din overheard an elder recite the proverb, he would thank his helmet for hiding the grimace that would reflexively grow on his face.

A gift, he’d silently scoff. Some kriffing gift.

To Din, life was more like a curse. If he had to see it as a gift, it’s one that no one asked for; a burden he didn’t choose to bear. Life was a fever-dream - a hellish nightmare where pleasures were tainted by pain and joys sullied by sorrows, where fleeting moments of joy and ecstasy were interspersed with long days of misery, defeat, and despair.

Death, however, was different. Din understood why Mandalorians saw the Lord Death as their vod – brother. It was kind, gentle. He often fantasized of the day he’d awake to find Death had finally decided he could endure life no longer and had come to set him free, healing him of his bruised spirit and broken heart, granting him the peace he so desperately desired.

No, life was not a gift to him. But some days, death would’ve been.

“You are reckless, ad’ika,” his adoptive father had once said to him. Din was a young man, with a reputation for carelessness and a lack of discipline in his fighting style, fueled by pent-up anger and angst. “Sometimes I wonder if you even fear death.”

“Why should I? We are born to die,” Din replied bluntly, not even looking up from the blaster he was cleaning. He was unable to speak the words he was really thinking: How can you fear death when you’ve already died?

Sometimes he felt as if he died along with his parents and was just carrying around the corpse of a life. In a way, he had died – Din Djarin of Aq Vetina was no more, the first several years of his life erased when he became Mandalorian. In the eyes of his people, he was reborn – so why then did the ghosts of his past continue to haunt him?

“Indeed, death is the natural state of things,” the elder Mandalorian agreed, taking a seat across from Din. “But there is nothing wrong with a little bit of fear. It, too, is natural, and sometimes it can save your life – saved mine more than once. Too much fear, however, can stop you from living. Tell me, ner ad, what are you afraid of?”

Din ignored his father, not interested in the lesson he wanted to impart on him today.

“Alright then. I will tell you what I’m afraid of,” the man continued, seeing Din’s disinterest. “I’m afraid that my di’kut of an ad will continue down the path of self-destruction and die before he’s had the chance to live.”

Sighing, Din placed his weapon down on the table and slumped back in his chair, knowing he couldn’t ignore him any longer. “Buir, this is really-”

“Yes,” his father immediately interrupted before he could protest further. “This is of the utmost importance. Tomorrow isn’t promised, ad, and I need you to understand this before it’s too late. Now listen to me.”

The younger Mandalorian cocked his head, but looked into the T-shaped visor of his father's blue beskar, signaling that he has his attention.

“We strive above all else to be remembered, ad’ika, and it is our actions and our actions alone that will live on after we have returned to dust,” his father informs him. “Do nothing, and you suffer a fate worse than dar’manda – you risk being forgotten, to not have a single tear shed in memory of your passing. Do the wrong thing, and your misdeeds will be reluctantly remembered. To be remembered with love though…that is a rewarding end to a life. How do you wish to be remembered?”

Din didn’t have an answer and didn’t care to come up with one. Why should it be his responsibility to ensure people remember him? Truth be told, though he had many close encounters with death, he felt it wouldn’t be coming for him anytime soon.

Years later, in the aftermath of the shitshow that was Alzoc III, Din had an epiphany of sorts, finally realizing that he wasn’t exactly headed down the right path. As he replayed the horrors of the mission in his mind, he could hear the voice of his late buir asking, “How do you wish to be remembered?”

He still didn’t know the answer…but this wasn’t it.

This isn’t the way.

After leaving behind the sadistic mercenaries, Din threw himself into bounty hunting – alone - using his skills to capture criminals, quickly developing a reputation as one of the most famous and formidable hunters in an increasingly dangerous galaxy. His reputation within the Tribe grew as well, many grateful for his sacrifices, which ensured their survival and strength. For the first time in his adult life, Din had some sense of purpose, and despite the loneliness that consumed a majority of his life, he was content enough.

Until he found Grogu, and he began to wonder if something was missing, if there was more to life than violence and loneliness.

Soon after, the moment you stepped out of Peli's office with the sleeping child in your arms, eyes wide with excitement and not fear, his world turned upside down. When you spoke, uttering breathlessly the word, "Hi," there was something eerily calming and familiar about you. It felt like he had been slapped in the face by emotions that made no sense, and something in the pit of his stomach told him he found the person who could help him find what was missing.

As he grew to know you, he wanted to tear down his walls, to show you the fears, the anger, the pain, the disappointments, the love hiding underneath. He tried desperately to resist, due in part to his Creed, but the attraction was so powerful that he couldn’t stop your galaxy from colliding with his own, allowing them to merge, creating something even better, something he didn’t even know was possible.

And suddenly, everything made sense.

He began to see that life was, in fact, a gift. It took meeting you to open it up and see its true meaning. Nothing made him happier than sharing it with you, and nothing scared him more than having it taken away.

When your lips meet his, the fear that has been overwhelming him is finally calmed. It’s as if his mind goes blank. No thoughts, no worries, just this moment. Feeling the warmth of your skin and tasting the sweetness of your lips, he could live right here, just like this, forever frozen in time.

The kiss is broken, the spell with it as well, thrusting the two of you back into reality. Din rests his forehead against yours, clinging to the moment.

Din knows that, as a leader, he’s supposed to be the face of calm – how can one lead with authority and strength when one’s mind and heart are racing? He can’t let all the people who depend on him see it, but he is terrified.

You were right, buir, he thinks. I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid of dying too soon.

He wishes he hadn’t been so hardheaded when his father was alive. What he wouldn’t give to hear his words of wisdom, words he once tried to ignore, now. He can almost hear him repeat the words, “There is nothing wrong with a little bit of fear,” and he wonders if the fear he holds is too much or not enough. Will it be enough to protect him? Or will it impede his mission entirely?

“Try not to die, okay?”

There it is; the sweet melody of your voice. It washes over Din like a wave, enveloping him with a sea of love that drowns out the noise in his head.

“I’m really not interested in replacing you.”

The crack in your voice tells him you are struggling to hold it together. As he opens his eyes, he sees the tears dancing in your own, sparkling from the light of your smile. He knows you’re trying to be lighthearted, but he’s uncertain if it’s for his sake or your own. Either way, he’s grateful.

“Can’t you just admit that you like having me alive?” he questions with a chuckle.

The sly half-smile on your face fills him with warmth. “So what if I do?”

His smile widens, knowing you’re too proud to actually admit it. He runs a hand through your hair while looking down at you lovingly, finding the courage to utter the words, “Ret’urcye mhi.” He knows you promised him not to say goodbye. He also knows he can’t promise you tomorrow. So, he offers you the one thing he can, the one thing you wanted: hope. Hope that he would soon return home to you.

“That better not be you saying goodbye, Mando.”

He didn’t think it was possible, but the fact that you can playfully threaten him even under stressful circumstances, that you can somehow find a way to laugh and play along the way, makes him fall more in love with you. He also secretly loves when you call in “Mando,” feeling that you’ve only ever seen him as one person, that Din and Mando are one in the same to you. Even when you couldn't see his face, you could still see him for who he truly was: not just some apathetic monster or machine, but a man capable of emotions…but especially love.

Why couldn’t he have found you sooner?

“No,” he reassures you, knowing the words could be translated figuratively or literally. He wants to be sure you understand that he isn’t going to give up, that he’s going to fight like hell to ensure he comes back. “It’s me saying we’ll meet again.”

For a moment, you’re silent, your eyes softening as you gaze up at him, lips slightly parted. Suddenly, the words “I love you” burst from your mouth with a passion that borders on madness. Then, taking him by surprise, you jump at him, grabbing the back of his neck to soften the blow as you lock your lips to his in an all-consuming kiss. Its immediacy and urgency overpower him as your tongue wiggles and pulsates and makes contortive sweeps of his mouth, causing him to whimper helplessly in the midst of a trance of tongue. For a moment, he forgets how to breathe.

“I love you, too,” he breathes out between kisses, before sealing his lips around yours once more.

Eventually, you break the seal and gently push against his chest plate, pushing him away.

“Go,” you urge. “You have some Imperial ass to kick, Mand’alor.”

His confusion quickly turns to understanding, knowing he must go. He nods, then puts on his helmet without hesitation. Taking one last look at you, he sees you standing tall and composed, your hands clasped together where your belly is growing, shoulders squared and chest puffed out, the perfect image of a strong, proud woman. He takes a deep breath and mirrors your posture before turning and walking away.

Strutting down the ashen field toward the Lambda shuttle, he subtly flexes his fingers before clutching them briefly into a fist. To any onlooker, he looks like a confident leader who’s in control. Truthfully, he is fighting back the tears of leaving you for what he hopes isn’t the last time. Beneath his helmet, he squeezes his eyes shut, praying his will is as strong as his beskar. Otherwise, he knows he’ll look back, see you standing there fighting back tears, and won’t be able to stop himself from running back to you.

When he opens his eyes and sees Bo-Katan waiting, however, he pushes all fears and insecurities out of his mind. He strides past her, completely absorbed in the task at hand, considering all that must be done, the things he’ll say and how to say them. He senses her presence, following beside him as they move toward the entry ramp of the ship.

“Call a briefing,” Din orders bluntly, climbing the ramp.

He doesn’t have to see her face to know there’s some sort of smug smirk across it.

“That won’t be necessary,” Bo-Katan responds. “Everyone will be eager to meet the new Mand’alor. I hope you’re prepared.”

Din nods. “I’m ready.”

{Next}

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[queenofthursday6599-blog]

Vulcan Din AU anyone?

Hey do you guys think it’s wrong of me to want to mix Star Wars and Star Trek because I want a fic where Din is a Vulcan, because the idea of Din also being a green skinned telepathic alien to match his son is just that funny to me.

Vulcans are also a warrior culture even if they don’t look like it to outsiders because they’re not war hungry in the time period most Star Trek stuff is set in. Sure they defer to logic first above all else.

But they still learn a shit ton of martial arts, have completely legal fights to the death in modern day as a way to deal with Pon Farr, and there’s also a cultural ritual in which children just go out into the desert and attempt to survive on their own for several days.

But also the idea of Din going from one niche warrior culture with restrictive rules, and a deep and extensive history to another is just really interesting to me. Yet very different due to Mandalorian being a culture completely divorced from blood-ties and biology, while Vulcan culture was deeply influenced by Vulcan biology.

I personally really love the idea of the Aq Vetina settlement that Din was born in was the only population of Vulcans in Star Wars’ part of space. Which was founded by a bunch of marooned Vulcans of an exploration/research vessel that flew through a spatial anomaly during Vulcan’s first space exploration age just when Surak’s teachings first started taking off.

So they’re a splinter culture of the early Surak period, before Surak himself even died (so they would be splitting off close to the same time as the Romulans did, but on accident and not on purpose). So while they did all of the logic following, emotional control, infinite diversity in infinite combinations stuff, they were still very much entrenched in their warrior culture roots that they were raised in.

The original marooned crew of Vulcans eventually gave up on ever making it back to Vulcan, considering their ship’s warp tech worked on a completely different fuel source, they had no knowledge how warp tech was created in this part of the universe, and they had no idea what direction Vulcan was even in or what was between there and where they’d ended up.

Along with the fact that they weren’t even sure they were even in the same dimension as the one they were born in, and had no way of recreating the anomaly that brought them there in the first place.

So they just kind of decided to settle on the first planet that had a population that was tolerant towards them, and had an ecology that they could thrive living with for the rest of their lives.

Din’s generation would have been the second generation to have descended from the original marooned Vulcans. So his own parents were born and raised on Aq Vetina like he was, and had never been to Vulcan themselves.

Honestly what made me come up with the idea was baby Din in that little robe from Aq Vetina (along with what his parents and the other Aq Vetina were wearing), and it reminding me of vaguely of Vulcan robes (but not really because Vulcan robes look more like east asian style robes, while the Aq Vetina robes are giving a lot more european middle-ages robes).

That and I also just love the idea of Din forming a parental bond with Grogu and having his own telepathic culture to share would be sweet. Considering Din would have had that with his biological parents, and would then get to share that with Grogu.

I like the idea of Din’s relationship with Grogu in inadvertently reuniting Din with his cultural roots from before he was a Mandalorian.

Also Din Djarin not being a Vulcan name can pretty easily be waved away by Din’s original Vulcan name being long and unpronounceable by the Mandalorians he was adopted by. So when they took him in he decided it would be logical to choose a Mandalorian name.

#This is random and disjointed #no one look at this this idea is bad #can you tell I've only interacted with either of the source materials of these things a handful of times #only the vaguest ideas of how either of these canons work #in all seriousness I think a Vulcan Din would be both fun and hilarious #because it also allows for Din to have a reason to be a super-mando #like Vulcans are 3 times as strong as the average human and have more efficient lungs due to evolving on a planet with lower oxygen #but also Din as a Vulcan would be great because it would be completely obscured by his armor #no one would have any idea what he is due to Vulcans not being native to that part of the universe and him being the only one around anymore #so much potential for the What Are You questions only to have the answer be Mandalorian

[dreamslikepaperlanterns]

You can never return to the past, but you can honor it.

Din makes a long overdue trip to Aq Vetina.

#the mandalorian #mando fic #din djarin #aq vetina #grogu #happy star wars day guys!! #my writing

[burnwater13]

The Mandalorian wasn’t hedging. He didn’t understand ‘Frog’. And while he’d certainly picked up a variety of languages, or at least phrases in other languages, during his career as a bounty hunter, he hadn’t learned them all. 

Greef Karga had once quizzed him on the languages he spoke because of his success as a hunter. Din Djarin knew Huttese because everyone in the Outer Rim used it as a trade language. Some Jawa. Some Twi’leki. A smattering of other languages. But not ‘Frog’. Or whatever language the Child spoke. 

Din Djarin was certain that the Child was trying to speak to him at times and not just babbling or making random sounds like some babies and toddlers did. There were exclamations. There were questions. There were statements. For example, the Child said ‘patu’. It sounded like a real word, but what did ‘patu’ mean? Din had no idea.

The bounty hunter had heard the Child exclaim ‘patu’ more than once, but he didn’t think it meant ‘yippee’ or even ‘hey there’. It was hard for him to tell from context because the little guy seemed to find so many things new and different and wondrous. And sometimes he used a soft cooing sound that didn’t really seem like a word to the bounty hunter, but given his experiences it could have meant ‘wow’ or ‘nice’ or ‘way to go’. Maybe ‘awww’?

Then there were the times that the Child just chirped and babbled in a long stream of syllables and Din felt like he was supposed to do something. Maybe take the kid to the privy or put him in the hammock, or give him back the knob from the flight control stick? He knew for certain that the kid wanted food when he made a soft little ‘eh’ sound. He didn’t always make that sound before he ate something, but if the Mandalorian picked him up and offered him some rations, he always said ‘eh’. 

Which, upon reflexion actually meant the kid didn’t want rations, but he was still hungry. Din chuckled to himself at that. The kid was pretty picky about food, which the Mandalorian found funny, all things considered. Mandalorian children were not really allowed to be picky. You ate what you were given and you were glad to have it. 

If you mentioned more than once that something offered to you wasn’t to your liking, you found that it was the only thing offered to you until you no longer complained. You often heard, ‘There are foundlings that need food and they do not complain. This is the way.” 

The little one didn’t complain, he just reached into his mouth and picked the offending food out and put it neatly back on his plate. Din hated to admit it, but he was both repulsed and amused by the Child’s behavior in that regard. Funny and gross was a thing, right? 

At least it had been on Aq Vetina when he and the other kids would get up to mischief and dare and trick each other into doing things like eat a lizard egg or swap meals with the Rodian kids who lived near the market. Those had been fun times.

The Mandalorian didn’t think about those times much but now he was reminded that once he’d known a fair bit of Rodian because of those kids and their parents. They were nice folks. Happy. They made all manner of ceramics that they sold at the market. He was pretty sure they hadn’t survived the Separatist attack that killed his own parents. Uff.

That made him wonder about the Child’s parents. Had they taught him any words? Was ‘Patu’ the name of the kid’s father? Or mother? Or was the Child saying his own name out loud? The Mandalorian had no idea. 

He tried to have his comp figure it out, but to no avail. It couldn’t translate a language that wasn’t in its data stores. He’d thought of recording the kid when he was babbling, just to build up a database of content because maybe they’d find someone else who could translate it. But even Peli couldn’t tell what the little one was saying and she seemed to be quite conversant in ‘Frog’. 

The Mandalorian sighed. These were the times that he wished that people just learned Tusken sign language. It was pretty simple and covered a lot of territory and you didn’t need to make all manner of sounds and his helmet didn’t muffle those words. It was an ideal language for people who needed to communicate and be quiet.

He glanced at the Child and wondered if that’s what his language was really based on. Din Djarin could tell that the kid liked him. He could see it looking at those big brown eyes and those even bigger ears. The little frown when he was shown rations. The satisfaction when something like bone broth was in his cup and not just water. The glee when the silver knob was handed to him for play and cuddling. 

Din wondered if any of that would work with the Frog Lady and then just shrugged and thought ‘what the hell’.

The best he could do was try. This is the Way.

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Mando S3 Theory: What if Din Djarin’s parents are still alive?

After catching up on The Mandalorian then doing a Youtube crash course on Mando history, I had a thought. What if Din's parents survived the battle droid siege on Aq Vetina? Buckle in, more theorizing beneath the cut!

Why do I think Din Djarin’s are not dead? 

One of the cardinal rules of any character death is that unless it is shown on screen, it should be regarded with skepticism. Allow me to list what we do see in young Din's flashback:

Din's parents fleeing in terror as their settlement is besieged by Separatist battle droids:

Din's parents hiding him away in a bunker:

The bright flash and shudder of an off-screen explosion, which is implied to be the cause of his parents' deaths:

One may argue that the bodies weren’t shown because of the rating, but keep in mind this is The Mandalorian we’re talking about. Within minutes of the first episode, we witness a bar fight ending in multiple explicit deaths. Heck, the poor guy who tries to escape the violence gets quite graphically bisected by a door! 

Even as the Din's finder pulls him from the bunker and flies away from the war zone, we do not explicitly see the red-cloaked corpses of his parents in the ruined village. 

Perhaps they were able to get away. Perhaps they're trapped just out of view under piles of rubble. Either way, we can't know for certain that they were confirmed casualties of the war.

Why don't these Mandos return Din to his family as their creed dictates?

What's stopping them from returning to the settlement once the dust settles to check for survivors? The immediate assumption would be that of course this was done off-screen to save screen time on more important things. But keep in mind these are members of the Death Watch, infamous for their dubious and at times absent sense of morality. 

They are not above exploiting, terrorizing, and massacring non-Mandalorians , as seen in their occupation of this village on Carlac:

Leading up to their coup against the New Mandalorians in The Clone Wars series, they have a history of rubbing elbows with Darth Maul to stage terrorist attacks in Sundari, then swooping in just in time to save the day.

Who's to say they wouldn't be above baiting a Separatist army to some random, insignificant village? Spiriting away its younglings in the chaos to convert into fresh recruits would be so easy. These traumatized kids will see them as saviors and become unflinchingly loyal to their cause. 

Children are the Mandalorians’ future, but in securing their future they all but doomed the Aq Vetinans’. 

Admittedly, most of the “evidence” listed above is based purely on speculation. 

So let us now examine this theory from a more meta perspective. 

We already see some story parallels between Din and Grogu:

I. The Helpless Caretaker

The Djarins hide Din in a bunker to conceal him from a danger they can't protect him from:

 Despite his best efforts, Din is unable to protect Grogu from the Imperial forces:

II. The Unexpected Savior

The Mandalorians descend from the heavens, decimating the enemy droids:

 Luke Skywalker arrives out of nowhere, easily cutting down the Dark Troopers:

III. The Foster Caretaker’s Teachings

A Mandalorian takes Din far, far away from his homeworld. He's given training that his parents could not provide which helps him survive in this crueler galaxy:

 Luke Skywalker takes Grogu far, far away to Yavin 4, where he helps the youngling recall his training in ways that the Force-null Din cannot:

IV. Homecoming at a Price

In Book of Boba Fett, Grogu is given a choice to either return to Din or stay on the path of the Jedi:

His decision to stay with Din delays the revival of the Jedi order, but Grogu’s ready to let go of an idealized relic of his childhood. Objectively, it was a millennia-old cult whose stagnation and ignorance culminated with its downfall at the execution of Order 66:

If Din's character arc is designed to echo Grogu's, let us see what has happened thus far:

In the second season of The Mandalorian and episodes 5 and 6 of Book of Boba Fett, Din's Mandalorian identity is thrown into flux. 

He met Cobb Vanth, an outsider wearing stolen Mandalorian armor not out of malicious sacrilege but to protect his people:

He met the helmet-less Nite Owls who claimed to be Mandalorians:

He met Boba Fett, who rejects the Mandalorian identity despite proudly wearing his father's armor:

And as a final nail on this metaphorical coffin, he was excommunicated by his covert for removing his helmet to protect his foundling, exposing flaws in a creed he so unfalteringly followed until then:

He’s tasked by the Armorer to complete an impossible mission: find redemption through the Living Waters of Mandalore. Despite everything he has learned, Din feels like he has no choice but to go through with it because the Mandalorians are the only family he has...or are they?

 If he finds out his parents were alive after all this time, he will face a choice similar to Grogu's. Returning to his long-lost family on Aq Vetina means giving up his potential to become the perfect Mandalorian: rightful wielder of the legendary Darksaber, steadfast follower of the creed, the man who can rally his people to return to the soon-to-be-revived planet Mandalore. Perhaps, like Grogu, he will choose love over glory. 

Perhaps he will choose to be Din Djarin instead of the Mandalorian.

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