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Essay : DinBo is another Star Wars take on courtly love!
The Accolade by Edmund Blair Leighton (1901)
The concept of courtly love has long been a recurring theme in literature and storytelling, and it finds its way into the vast galaxy of Star Wars. While Leia and Han, as well as Padme and Anakin, have been prominent examples of such romances, the relationship between Din Djarin and Bo-Katan Kryze introduces another Star Wars take on courtly love. It is often compared to other notable courtly love couples like Jonerys from Game of Thrones.
According to Francis Newman in The Meaning of Courtly Love, vii: Courtly love “an experience between erotic desire and spiritual attainment, a love at one illicit and morally elevating, passionate and disciplined, humiliating and exalting, human and transcendent.”
Din and Bo’s relationship can be seen as a representation of courtly love, a concept that originated in medieval literature and poetry. It typically portrayed a noble knight who fell in love with a high-ranking, unattainable lady, and their relationship was often characterized by chivalry and devotion. While Bo and Din’s relationship might not mirror all aspects of it, its core elements are very well present :
1/ Unattainability: Courtly love often featured a love interest who was unattainable, typically due to social status, marriage, or some other obstacle. In the case of Din and Bo-Katan, she is the leader of Mandalore and carries the responsibility of reclaiming her homeworld, Mandalore. She is seen as a hero and has a noble lineage, making her an influential figure in Mandalorian society. Her elevated social status, leadership role, and reputation contribute to her unattainability. Meanwhile, Din is a foundling and a bounty hunter, which creates a social divide between them, reinforcing the notion that they come from different worlds.
2/ Adoration and Service: Din and Bo both display their attraction through non-sexual deeds with a big emphasis on the eyes and the glances they give each other, especially since it is the only thing we can notice when they are wearing their helmets:
In many scenes, Din is shown admiring her from afar, for instance when in awe of her skills as a warrior :
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He respects her leadership and goes to great lengths to assist and protect her, offering his services and support in her mission to reclaim Mandalore. His actions demonstrate his devotion and desire to serve her, just like a knight in shining beskar would serve his lady. He does heroic deeds of valour which win her heart: he saves Ragnar, fights in the sky with her, gifts her the Darksaber and fights Gideon by her side.
3/ Chivalric Code: Courtly love was closely associated with chivalry and the knightly code of conduct. Knights were expected to demonstrate virtues such as bravery, loyalty, and honour (does that right a bell?). Similarly, Din embodies many of these chivalric qualities. He is courageous in battle, displays unwavering loyalty to his allies and Bo, and adheres to his personal code of honour, following The Way. Just like a Middle Age knight, his own religious beliefs are challenged when meeting her: he finds out about the existence of the several ways of being a Mandalorian with some removing their helmets and others not. We know that he feels this want of showing his face to those he loves because he showed it to Grogu in hope to finally attain real intimacy with him (a state a security of which he was robbed as an orphan) and maybe later with Bo while also wishing not to break the creed?
4/ Declaration of passionate devotion :
In his pledge, Din emphasizes that his love for Bo-Katan surpasses superficial aspects such as the Darksaber, station, or bloodline. Instead, he places honor, loyalty, and character as the true measures of his devotion. By declaring that her song is not yet written, Din pledges to serve Bo-Katan until her destiny is fulfilled, showcasing his unwavering commitment and willingness to sacrifice for her. There was no need for Din to be all poetic like that if he didn’t courtly love her <3.
5/ Secret love that is not so secret : When Bo-Katan asked for volunteers to retake Mandalore, Din stood up for her in front of everyone, showcasing his unwavering support and loyalty to his lady :
Additionally, their physical proximity at the bonfire, sitting extremely close to each other, suggests an intimacy and closeness that goes beyond mere friendship or camaraderie :
The way people refer to them as a pair further emphasizes the perception of their relationship by others. Whether it is the way they interact, the unspoken understanding between them, or the chemistry that is palpable to those around them, their connection is evident and acknowledged by those who observe them.
However, despite the undeniable bond between Din and Bo-Katan, their romance remains unfulfilled due to their differing priorities and the challenges they face. Their respective paths and responsibilities may require them to focus on their individual missions : her leading Mandalore again and him teaching Grogu. However, it is worth noting that while their love story may be unfulfilled at present, the potential for its development and resolution remains.
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Come Back To Me (Jack Russell x Reader) [Part 3]
You and Jack catch up.
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Warnings: mention of blood
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You gaped at him, too surprised to speak. Jack folded you into a hug, careful of your stomach, and drew back to peer into your face.
“I didn’t know if you would make it,” he said, herding you into the apartment. “I didn’t know which hospital they took you to, so I couldn’t check.”
The apartment was sparsely furnished, the furniture probably purchased at a Goodwill or some other discount store. Despite this, it was slightly messy, as though a storm had strewn things about or a dog had bounded through, massive tail sweeping everything into scattered piles in its wake.
Jack picked up a few newspapers and magazines from a chair and deposited you onto it, pulling the opposite chair close. The man’s understanding of personal space seemed lacking, but then again, he had gotten your blood on his hands and had probably glimpsed a bit of your insides. How much more personal could he get?
“Hi,” you managed to say, your brain on a five-minute delay.
“Hi,” he answered back, smiling wide enough to see the delightfully uneven curve of his teeth. “I’m so glad to see you’re better.”
“Yeah, me, too.” You shifted on the seat and winced.
He frowned. “Are you okay?”
“I’m not one-hundred-percent yet.”
“But you are getting better?”
You nodded, unsure how to handle the earnestness in his tone. The sincerity with which he spoke sent shivers through you, as though such genuine honesty was anathema to your being.
“I’m glad to hear that.” A look clouded the bright sunshine of his face. “Oh, where are my manners? Would you like something to drink? To eat?”
You almost laughed. “Uh, no, thanks.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” Leaning back in his seat, he merely looked at you, his lips stretching into a wide smile. “I can’t believe you’re here! I was thinking about you.”
You frowned, something strange constricting your chest. “You were?”
“Yes, of course.”
He offered no other explanation, merely looked at you some more, the smile so heartbreakingly sincere you had to look away.
“Um…thank you. For getting me out of that hole.”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
“No, really. You could have left me there.”
He frowned. “Never.”
You opened your mouth to protest but decided against it when you saw the expression on his handsome features. Nodding instead, you glanced around the living room and the kitchenette off to your left. There was, you noticed, a methodology to the mild chaos around you, a system of disorder that made sense once you looked at it.
“I don’t remember much of that night,” you heard yourself say, then frowned, wondering why you had spoken.
“Trauma does that.”
You almost laughed at the seriousness of his tone. “Yeah, I’ve heard that. First time I’ve experienced it, though.”
Jack shifted his attention to his hands, plucked at some lint on his pants. “What do you remember?”
“You, mostly.” The admission burned the back of your neck. Clearing your throat, you continued, “And the other guy. He had a radio.”
“Is that all?”
You tried your best to recall that night. After Jack had helped you out of the hole, your memory turned to patchwork. You remembered the crack of bullets, the warmth of Jack’s hands on your face, the other man radioing for help. Words were garbled, the only permanent thing etched into your recollections the pain and the darkness.
“More or less,” you answered, mouth twisting with displeasure. “The doctor said it’s not likely all of the memories will come back. I was in a lot of pain.”
Jack’s face tightened with anguish. “I’m sorry I dropped you.”
“You didn’t drop me. I dove.”
“I should have held on tighter.”
Shaking your head, you leaned forward, ignoring the twinge of pain that lanced through you. “I reacted out of instinct. That’s all. That wasn’t your fault.”
He nodded, though his expression told you he didn’t quite believe it. Perturbed by the man’s reaction, you tried to remember why you were at his apartment in the first place.
The massacre.
Frowning, you scrutinized Jack’s face. Green eyes with hazel centers stared back in an open expression. His eyebrows knitted together slightly the longer you looked at him, but his lips curled into a faint smile, as though he enjoyed the scrutiny.
“Everything okay?” he asked, his tone light.
“I…don’t know.”
He nodded. “That happens to me, too, sometimes. We can’t know everything, not even about ourselves.”
Confusion roiled within you. “Who are you?”
He laughed, the sound both nervous and amused. “I don’t know. Tomorrow I’m not the same as today or the same as yesterday.”
A philosopher on top of a psychiatrist, you quipped. “Okay.”
He tracked your eyes. “That wasn’t the answer you wanted.”
“No.”
A frown pulled on his smile. “How did you find me?”
Swiping a hand over your brow, you glanced back toward the front door. If you left now, you could escape the awkward tension building inside you, your skin crawling with it. The scar on your abdomen pinched as you sucked in a breath through your nose.
“Why are you here?” he asked, caution coloring his voice.
“Well…I came looking for a Jack Russell, and it turns out he’s you.”
“Why are you looking for me?”
“I was…I’m looking for survivors of the Bloodstone massacre.”
Silence lay thick over the room. You forced yourself to glance back at his face, wondering why you felt so uncomfortable admitting the truth. It hadn’t even occurred to you to try and track Jack down to thank him, to let him know he helped save you. The guilt constricted your chest as the silence stretched.
Jack rose from his seat, walked away from you. “Why are you doing that?”
You wondered how much you should say. The bounty had to be lucrative for Jaeger to be sending you so soon after your injury. Telling others about it would jeopardize things.
Then again, Jack had witnessed the massacre.
“There’s a bounty out on the thing that killed everyone,” you answered. “I’m gathering information.”
“A bounty?”
“Yes, by the Hunters’ Guild. They don’t like that so many primo hunters were killed.”
“They were warned,” Jack muttered.
“What?”
Clearing his throat, he wandered into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door. “We were told that we would probably die in the hunt.”
“I doubt being slaughtered in a closed room was in the plans.”
“No,” he murmured. “No, it wasn’t.”
“How did a werewolf get into the mansion?”
“I suppose he walked through the front door.”
You snorted. Jack glanced over his shoulder, the gloom on his face lightening as he heard your snicker. Closing the fridge, he returned to his seat but didn’t sit, his hand braced on the back of the chair.
“So, you are going after the bounty?”
You nodded curtly.
“But you don’t like hunting.”
Sighing, you passed a hand over your face. “Yeah, I know.”
“Then why?”
“I’m…being sent.” You stood, winced. Jack reached out for you, grabbing your elbow to help you straighten, his hands burning through your jacket. “Thanks.”
Nodding, he let his touch linger before dropping his hands. “Have you talked to Elsa Bloodstone?”
“Not if I can help it,” you snorted.
“She was there when it happened,” he said, each word carefully enunciated. “You should talk to her.”
You frowned. “Where were you?”
“Hmm?”
“Where were you when the massacre happened?”
“Oh, I wasn’t there.”
“So where were you?”
“The, uh, monster we were sent after broke out. I went after him.”
“You didn’t catch him?”
“No.”
Drumming your fingers against your thigh, you nodded slowly, suddenly exhausted as your mind tried to untangle the knots of the case. It must have showed, because concern tightened Jack’s face.
“I’m fine,” you assured him, anticipating his question. “I get tired easier, that’s all. And the thought of talking to Elsa is exhausting.”
“She’s not so bad.”
You snorted. “Wanna help me talk to her?”
“Sure!”
The snicker died in your throat. “You’re serious?”
He nodded. “I want to help.”
Suspicion coiled in your guts. “Why?”
“I like to help.”
You scrutinized the open expression on his face. “You really do, huh?”
He nodded again.
You weighed your options. You didn’t have the energy or the desire to face Elsa Bloodstone alone—or at all. Having someone there she knew who apparently didn’t mind her would certainly help.
A small part of you didn’t want to leave Jack’s presence, either. One of the few things you remembered from that night was his warmth, the feeling of utter safety and protection.
You didn’t want to give that up.
“Okay,” you agreed. “We’ll go to Elsa Bloodstone.”
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Come Back To Me (Jack Russell x Reader) [Epilogue]
The end.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue
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Warnings: mention of blood
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Talking with Ted did little to ease Jack’s anxiety. His turning over the full moon had been harrowing. Though his systems had remained in place and he hadn’t escaped to hurt anyone, he had woken all three mornings to bruises and slashes along his own skin. The walls were riddled with gouges, the beast desperate to be free.
Reports of ear-splitting howls circulated over all three nights in the area he hid himself.
It wasn’t the lingering smell of blood in his apartment or the fact a death had occurred there a few days before that had triggered such a bad change. It had been the anguish at seeing you attacked, hurt, and worst of all broken in the encounter. The look of cold horror, followed by intense detachment, on your face had chilled Jack to the bone.
Now a week from the incident, he still hadn’t heard from you. Your last words to him repeated endlessly in his ears.
“No more helping.”
Ted offered little in the way of comfort. There was nothing he could say or do to alleviate Jack’s guilt and shame and grief over the incident. Just recounting it had brought tears to Jack’s eyes, followed by a few moments of grappling with his emotions to finish telling the story.
“I’m not worried she’s going to kill me,” he told Ted, answering the creature’s question. “She saved me! She could have killed me. For the bounty, for that guy, for any reason, but she didn’t. I don’t think she will change her mind now.”
Ted growled.
“I have to believe it means something, Ted.” Jack swallowed thickly, fighting the tightening in his throat. “She could have killed me. I wouldn’t have been able to stop her. I wouldn’t have tried. But she didn’t. That has to mean something!”
His friend shrugged, countering.
“She wouldn’t do that, I’m sure of it. In fact, she quit hunting, so she definitely wouldn’t do that.” Ignoring the crack in his voice, Jack paced around the small campfire, following his anxious tracks from a week before. It felt like an eternity ago he had been worrying about what to feed you for dinner. Possibly breakfast, if he dared admit it.
“I’m afraid I won’t see her again,” he admitted, his voice a mournful whisper.
Ted grunted in sympathy.
The thought haunted Jack more than the histories of his past. He didn’t need to explain himself or even talk to you at all, not if you didn’t want him to. He only wanted to see you again, to be seen by you again. Even if it was to say good-bye.
Jack froze, stricken. “What if she goes to my home looking for me?” He spun on his heel, frantic. “I shouldn’t be here. Not that I don’t enjoy your company, my friend, but she won’t know where to find me.”
Ted grunted again, waving him away with a large hand.
~~
Appetite lost, Jack refused to leave his apartment. The chance of missing you, if ever you came to see him, was too great for him to fathom being one moment outside the apartment.
A fire alarm went off two days after he spoke with Ted. He remained huddled in his apartment, hoping it wasn’t serious.
No one noticed his absence.
The fifth day, he forced himself to go into the bathroom and shave his stubbly face. He showered and opened windows to air out the musty smell of his prolonged presence. It smelled too much like the wolf.
It paced restlessly inside him, mourning the loss of its potential mate. It snarled things deep in Jack’s soul, insisting he tear apart the night to find you.
Jack kept a rein on it.
Barely.
Another week later, Jack had not given up hope but had resigned himself to it not happening. He ate dinner without tasting it and wondered if there was a way for him to find you. He could try to track your scent around the city, but he had nothing of yours to inhale deeply.
The seeds of despair sowed themselves in his soul.
Knuckles rapped on his door.
He froze, every nerve singing as he went taut with alertness.
The knuckles rapped again.
Leaping to his feet, heart pounding, he rushed to the door, hope swelling. It took all his restraint not to yank open the door.
You stood opposite the threshold, looking determined but worse for wear. Heart jumping into his throat, Jack could only manage, “You’re here.”
Nodding, you stared down at your feet, hands clenching and unclenching into anxious fists. Jack took a step back to let you into the apartment.
You remained in the hallway.
Fear twisted his heart.
“Do you remember where you found me?” you asked, your voice strained.
“Yes.”
“Could you find it again?”
The hair on the back of his neck prickled. “Yes.”
“Take me there.”
~~
The drive was silent, you sitting behind the wheel, Jack sitting with his window rolled down so he could smell the heady scent of the woods. You parked off the scenic route and followed Jack through the trees, stepping carefully in the near darkness. Detritus crunched underfoot, at times slipping with slime beneath shoes.
Jack desperately wanted to speak, to get you to talk to him, but for once he was at a loss. Each sentence he formed in his mind felt wrong, guaranteed to widen the chasm yawning between you both.
It hurt him more than the silence itself.
After half an hour, he drew to a stop a few feet away from the hunter’s trap. “There it is.”
You stared at the open maw of the pit, refusing to step any nearer. Arms folding over your chest, you clenched your hands into fists against your biceps—whether to stave off the cold or your own emotions, Jack couldn’t be sure.
He fidgeted beside you, stealing surreptitious glances at your closed expression. The urge to ask if he could help nearly overwhelmed him, but he forced himself to remain quiet, afraid it was the wrong thing to ask.
“You could have left me there.”
Your soft voice set his heart racing.
“When you realized I was a hunter, you could have let me die here.”
Jack risked a glance at your face, found you still staring at the pit, a crease slowly forming in your forehead.
“I wouldn’t have blamed you,” you continued, your arms tightening across your chest. “I thought it was such an irony that I was gonna die that way. Having a monster leave me there to die would have been icing on the cake.”
“I couldn’t,” he blurted, stepping into your line of sight. “I could never.”
For a second, you stared through him. Then your gaze lifted and met his, scrutinizing his face with such intensity that Jack felt bare beneath it.
“You really couldn’t, could you?”
“Never,” he repeated. “The wolf—”
Your eyelids twitched.
“—it’s only a few nights of me. I’m human most of the time, and I have systems to protect everyone. What happened at Bloodstone Manor, that was…” He glanced away. “They used the stone. I tried to warn them, but they didn’t listen.”
Your attention dropped down to your feet.
“You don’t have to believe me,” he whispered, pain lining his voice. “But I could never hurt anyone intentionally.”
“You didn’t even fight Jaeger, just went to get the gun away when I gave you the chance.”
“Yes.”
The muscle in your jaw worked. Lifting your head, you looked past him at the pit again and then stepped around him, striding over to the open hole.
You dropped down inside.
Panic seizing his nervous system, Jack rushed to the lip of the trap.
You stood safely at the bottom, carefully avoiding the stakes. Skirting along the walls of the hole, you found the stump of the stake that had impaled you. A flurry of emotions clouded your face until the hard set of your shoulders banished them. You reached down and yanked on the stake, pulling hard and digging your heels into the soft earth.
The stake slid free.
You hefted it in your hands for several heartbeats, then tossed it over the edge of the lip. You glanced up at Jack.
His chest constricted as he met your gaze.
“Can you help me?” you asked.
His heart swelled. “Of course.”
Dropping down into the hole, he worked alongside you to pull out the remaining stakes, tossing them outside the pit and rooting around in the muck for the broken ones at the bottom.
Jack helped you climb out of the hole, followed you up, assisted in gathering up the stakes, hefting most of them in his arms.
You stood at the edge of the hole for a few more minutes, staring down into the darkness at the bottom.
When you faced him, Jack saw something like peace flicker over your features. Brief and fleeting, but there, capable of returning.
You started off toward the car, Jack falling into step beside you. Hope smoldered in his chest, his heart knocking against his ribs with it.
“Platanos maduros,” you said.
“What?”
“You asked me if there was anything I wanted you to cook specifically. I’ve heard platanos maduros are really sweet.” You met his gaze. “Can you make those?”
The stakes nearly tumbled out of his arms. Nodding vigorously, he answered, “Yes, most definitely. I have plantains already.”
“Good. All this work’s made me hungry.”
The bounce returning to his step, Jack beamed with burning hope, as bright in the darkness as the moon.
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“This is my chance to prove myself.” -Peter Parker (Spiderman: Homecoming)
Interesting quote.
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“Language!” -Steve Rogers (Avengers: Age of Ultron)
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