*narrator Voice* Unfortunately, None Of Them Knew That The Dark Side Skips A Generation.

Your headcanon of The Armored having already adopted Boba and Fennec sight unseen is DEEPLY making me look forward to when they all do meet.

I have written them meeting a few times, but haven't yet found a version I'm super happy with. I'll get there eventually.

In the meantime, have this bit of Paz and Din being told off in front of Luke, Boba, and Fennec. In this little bit, Paz has been refusing to train with Luke and Din's youngest sister started a rumor that he and Luke were an item.

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Buir turned around and identified Luke immediately. She left Din and Paz to go stand in front of him (still ignoring Fett and Fennec somehow) and held out a hand. Luke was enraptured by her helmet. It took him a moment to notice the hand. When he did, he dropped Fennec, and, to Din’s utter shock, took it, dipped his head and brought buir’s knuckles to his bare forehead.

Paz’s hand came up behind Din’s neck to squeeze at it in equal anxiety.

Buir watched this in complete silence. Luke released her hand and lifted his eyes.

Buir held his gaze for a long moment before wrenching her body around to practically glow with fury at Din and Paz.

This time, Paz and Din executed a long-practiced maneuver called ‘huddle and pray.’

“He does not need to be asked for respect,” buir said with perfect consonants.

Scary. So scary. There was nothing to say to her now.

“Why must I ask this from my own son and comrade, and yet the ancestral enemy gives it without hesitation or stumble, hm?” buir asked.

There was literally nothing to say. Buir knew this. She held the silence before rounding on Luke again and gently taking his hand in hers.

“You are a very sweet boy, I see this,” she said. “Forgive my children, they are under-socialized and we lost the smaller one down a mine when he was young. He has never fully recovered.”

Um? Din had, actually?

It took about fifteen years and was not helped by Paz telling him that bats would nest in his ears at night if he didn’t turn over often enough, but he’d gotten there in the end, hadn’t he?

Fett lifted his eyes to the sky and pressed a fist into his nose and mouth next to Luke. He appeared to be blinking back tears.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” Luke said in the meantime. “And it’s alright. I fell into a cistern when I was three and now have a petrifying fear of drowning. Din has been nothing but kind to me. And I’m sure that Paz is a nice person deep down. Somewhere.”

“You poor thing,” buir crooned. “Your optimism hurts my eyes, but I will accept this kindness on behalf of our covert. Thank you for your efforts in attempting to teach Paz through non-violence, although I have some recommendations for you. Namely, a motivator.”

Paz whimpered into a palm. Din cringed.

“His name is Ban,” buir said. “He is useless to us all, and unfortunately our founding elder’s grandchild. But he has done much reading on you, my dear, and he is enthused to provide you with the means you need to keep Paz focused on lessons.”

Luke frowned and cocked his head.

“I’m not sure I understand, Ms.—uh—”

“You may call me ‘Goran,’” buir said benevolently. “It means ‘Armorer’ in our language. And perhaps I was being too delicate. What I mean is that Paz learns best when complex maneuvers have absorbed his anxious energy. Ban is his assigned provider, since Din has helpfully evicted himself from the position, and I am pleased to say that he is the most exhausting of the current line-up. I will set him to assignments in and around this moon so that Paz will have things to do in the space between your lessons. This should alleviate some of the pressure on you in the meantime.”

Luke forgot to blink for a good ten seconds.

“You’re giving me another Mandalorian?” he asked.

“A worse one, yes,” buir said.

Fett wiped at his streaming eyes.

Din couldn’t stand by in silence any more.

“Buir,” he said, shoving Paz away from him so that he could come and brush the tips of his gloves against her elbow. “Luke already has—”

“So familiar,” buir scolded immediately.

Luke’s eyebrows shot up. Din didn’t bother, he backtracked.

“Jedi Skywalker already has more Mandalorians than he can deal with,” he said. “He’ll be uncomfortable with Ban’s energy, even in short bursts. I’ll volunteer to do the work. Paz and I can hunt together. It will be sufficient; we can keep each other in line.”

The silence that followed was not comforting. It spoke of a scowl and a whole lot of skepticism.

“Did I say ‘Din?’” she asked.

No.

“When did I say ‘Din?’”

She hadn’t.

“Funny. That’s what I thought, too.”

Fett covered his whole face and shook.

“You are busy, ad’ika. Stressed, I’m sure,” buir said sympathetically, “You stand here before me in a shocking state. We will handle that momentarily, whoever touched your helmet last deserves to be boiled.”

Fennec stood up on her own power abruptly and dragged Luke off-balance.

“Goran,” she said with the utmost respect, “Perhaps you would do us the honor of overseeing Vizsla’s training? See, Luke is scared of him, aren’t you, Luke?”

Luke tried to pull out of Fennec’s grip with no success.

“I’m fine, actually,” he said.

“He’s miserable,” Fennec said over him. “He messages me in tears every night.”

“I do?” Luke asked.

Fennec crammed the side of her boot into his as a threat. Buir chose not to read into any of that. Her bullshit threshold was too high after Din and Paz within three feet of each other for more than five minutes now.

“I’m afraid that my responsibilities do not allow me to maintain this kind of surveillance over an individual member,” she said with perfect diplomacy. “Ban will report back to me, as will Paz should Ban make more than his share of nuisances. Is this satisfactory to you, Jedi Skywalker?”

Luke was trapped between a rock and a hard place, but not without hope. He gazed over buir’s shoulder to Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, who had apparently chosen to limit those who could see them for the moment. Kenobi tossed up a finger and did a fun little spin and a jog. Luke’s father glanced after him and gestured that they’d be right back.

Luke cleared his throat.

“If you would allow me to consult with my Master,” he said. “Just one moment.”

He wriggled out of Fennec’s grip and bounded off in the direction that his father stood. Together, they chased after Kenobi.

Deleted Scene: *Boba sneaking onto the Razor Crest in Chapter 14 to retrieve his armor only to fall flat on his face because he tripped over Grogu’s toys.*

Mandalorians: He is the Mand’alor

Din: No you don’t understand. I never set out to be Mand’alor. I only wanted to save my child from Moff Gideon.

Mandalorians: He took on one of most dangerous Imperials in single combat to protect his family! Praise the Mand’alor!

Din: Wait, let me explain. The child was a foundling under my care…

Mandalorians: He treats the foundling as his own flesh and blood! All praise!

Din: No! listen! He was threatening my Child with the darksaber, so I took out my pure beskar spear…

Mandalorians: *shaking* This is the most mandalorian thing we’ve ever fucking heard…

Obi-Wan Kenobi fought with three different lightsabers during his lifetime. His first two lightsabers, which he used as a Padawan and a Jedi Knight, were almost identical in design. After attaining the rank of Jedi Master, he constructed his third lightsaber and used it until he sacrificed his life on the Death Star. Each lightsaber always had a blue plasma blade.

Made a few doodles based off @keldabekush 's concept of Din adopting a Lothcat

Since apparently my messy grogu sketches are more popular than my polished pieces, here are some messy sketches of him with his dad.

“Rain comes fast on Tatooine, without a cloud in the sky, she’ll release everything she has. I dont know when the tradition started, but eventually, the people followed suit. Life is hard here, but when it rains, for those few moments, we scream to the stars and then get back to living.”

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Rain and Life on Tatooine bc I like making up Tatooine culture stuff. Another bit - you can always tell when you start thinking of Tatooine has home - cus when it rains it just clicks. 

Enjoy! Do not repost! 

To the friends who's always there for us 🤎

Digital painting webtoon (or idk how to call it even) "Tatooine sunsets" part 1. Read pt2 here

A Tusken gifting Grogu a stuffed Bantha as Cobb and Din look on.

Din sabotages his ruling as Mand’alor but it keeps back firing at him

So let’s say Bo-Katan manages to drag Din’s ass into taking on the title of Mand’alor after many escape attempts and threats. She sends Cara, Boba Fett, Fennec, anyone to drag his stubborn ass back.

None of them manage to catch him. So as last resort, Bo-Katan gets the Armorer and it takes one parental disapproving look from her and Din comes back like a resigned puppy with his tail between his legs. (Paz is laughing his ass off in the background).

Many mandalorians come to challenge him for the dark saber, and with a long suffering sigh, Din accepts. Unfortunately for him, he ends up winning.

The challengers are like: “omg, this Mand’alor is so strong, we stan 😍” even after they got their asses handed by Din.

Word spreads about the many achievement Din accomplished to the point people basically make poetry about him, and Din hates it so much that to blow off some steam he takes on more bounty jobs and ditches his responsibilities. Royalty isn’t meant to take on jobs such as bounty hunting, right? What a great opportunity to stain his image.

Din takes a bounty. Turns out, it involved some imps, and of course Din does the job, and of course mandalorians hear about it and are like “omg, our Mand’alor is so cool he took down imps on his own, we stan 😍😍”

His next move is to ditch important plans and meetings with important people to later hide at Luke’s jedi academy to be with his son. Luke doesn’t mind. He gets a call from Leia demanding to speak with Mando, but Luke, not really involved with politics so he doesn’t realize that Mando is a big deal right now, tells her he’s spending time with his son. After that, word spreads about the Mand’alor postponing his duties to take care of his foundling. The mandalorians, having a sacred creed about foundlings, are like “omg, our Mand’alor is such a dilf, we stan 😍😍😍”

Din hides at Boba’s palace. Boba won’t treat him differently, plus he gives goods drinks.

But of course, mandalorians find out and “Omg our Mand’alor is so cool he hangs out with criminals and does hot mandalorian shit 😍😍😍😍😍”

The people who’ve meet Din during his bounty hunting days begin to make stories about him.

“Mando is flawless.”

“I heard his beskar armour’s insured for 10000 credits.”

“I heard he does modelling commercials…in Nevarro.”

“One time he meet Luke Skywalker in an imperial cruiser and he ( THE Luke Skywalker ) told him he was pretty.”

“One time he punched me in the face…it was awesome.”

Din is SO pissed, because no matter what he does, people APPROVE of him. He could literally shot a random dude for no reason and everyone would worship him. He could kick someone’s ass for no reason, and the person would thank Din and ask his hand in marriage because what a fcking priviledge to be punched by the Mand’alor. He could literally start a war and the mandalorians would follow him which is really concerning and he doesn’t like the thought of having that much power. But the more he tries to avoid his responsibilities, the more people seem to like him.

So Din, reluctantly accepts his fate, and becomes a regular guest at Boba’s palace to get drunk twice a week and bitch about his life while the rest of the squad is in between pity him and laugh at him.