#lee!din djarin

[gingerlee-holds]

Even Mandalorians Have Weaknesses

Squealing Santa ding ding ding!!! this is a Star Wars fic for Dchubbz!anon! They requested lee!Din Djarin, so I did my best to make it happen! keep in mind that its really wonky, canonwise- the Razor Crest was destroyed and Bo-Katan doesn't really seem like the playful type but cut me some slack im in college lmao

also it's very difficult to find characters in this show who would be able to tword Mando and also want to so its Ler!Bo-Katan i guess

also LOOK AT THE GIF BELOW THIS DO YOU SEE HIS SIDES DO YOU SEE HOW POKABLE THEY ARE I REALLY REALLY WANNA POKE THE HIRED GUNMAN'S SIDES-

Words: 3017 Characters: Lee!Din, Ler!Bo-Katan

The Razor Crest hummed softly, the familiar vibrations of hyperspace travel filling the cockpit. Din Djarin, helmet securely in place, leaned back in the pilot's seat, his hands resting on the armrests. Across from him, Bo-Katan Kryze sat with her feet propped on the console, arms crossed in mock relaxation as she eyed him with a teasing glint.

"You're always so serious," she mused, tilting her head to study him. Her voice carried an edge of mischief, clearly intended to provoke. "Like a droid that never powers down."

Din gave a low huff, his modulator turning it into a faint growl. "I'm not a droid."

Bo-Katan smirked, tapping a finger against her chin in exaggerated contemplation. "Could've fooled me. Do you even know how to relax? Or laugh?"

"I'm capable of both," Din replied evenly, his voice calm and measured. "But I don't see why that's relevant."

Bo-Katan's grin widened. "You're like a myth, you know. The Mandalorian who never cracks a smile. Never lets his guard down."

Din leaned forward slightly, the reflective T-visor of his helmet turning to her with deliberate precision. "I can be playful."

Bo-Katan raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of amusement and skepticism. "Oh really? I'll believe it when I see it."

"You won't," he retorted with a note of finality. The silence that followed felt like a small victory on Din's end. Bo-Katan's smirk only widened, her eyes glinting with an unspoken challenge.

For a few moments, the hum of the ship filled the air, but Bo-Katan's curiosity was clearly piqued. "So, what, that's it? Just endless stoicism and no fun? You're wasting a perfectly good hyperspace jump, Mando."

Din's shoulders shifted slightly, a subtle movement Bo-Katan had learned to recognize as either annoyance or amusement. "You're wasting your time."

Her smirk turned into a full grin. "Oh, I don't think so. I've got plenty of time to figure out what makes you crack." She leaned back again, propping her arms behind her head. "Might even make it a personal mission."

The lights in the cockpit cast a dim glow over the pair, with hyperspace streaking past the viewport in mesmerizing patterns. Bo-Katan stretched her legs, her boots brushing against the edge of the console. She made a show of yawning dramatically. "You know, some people might find it relaxing to have a conversation. Share a joke. Maybe even… laugh?"

Din's helmet tilted slightly, suggesting he was either ignoring her or considering her words. "This isn't a cantina."

"No, it's not," she agreed. "But that doesn't mean we have to sit here like statues. Even statues crack eventually."

"I don't crack," Din replied firmly. "And I'm not a statue."

Bo-Katan chuckled softly. "You keep saying that, but you're not helping your case."

Din sighed, leaning back further into his chair. The weight of the mission and her relentless teasing settled on him. "Do you always talk this much?"

"Only when I'm entertained," she shot back. "And you, Mando, are surprisingly entertaining."

"Glad to be of service," he deadpanned, though the slight shift of his helmet hinted at a sliver of amusement.

Bo-Katan tapped her fingers against the armrest of her chair, a mischievous glint still in her eyes. "We'll see how long that stoicism holds up. Everyone has a breaking point, even you."

Din said nothing, allowing the Razor Crest's hum to fill the silence once more. But the slightest shake of his head told Bo-Katan all she wanted to know as he turned back to the controls. Knowing this would not mark the end of her efforts to crack the myth of the uncrackable Mandalorian, Bo-Katan grinned to herself. 

-

Bo-Katan's chance presented itself some hours later as they readied the Razor Crest for dropping out of hyperspace. Din checked the cargo hold to be sure their recent shipment was safe. His motions were deliberate; every object was painstakingly arranged and double-checked as though he were handling explosives rather than standard merchandise. Bo-Katan wandered in, feigning nonchalance, though her sharp eyes were already calculating.

"You're always so focused," she said casually, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. Her tone was light, but a familiar teasing edge was beneath it. "Don't you ever get tired of being a statue?"

Din didn't look up. "What do you want, Kryze?" he asked, his voice flat as he continued working.

She pushed off the wall and stepped closer, letting her boots echo against the metal floor. "I want to see if the myth is true," she replied with a smirk, poking Djarin through a crack in his armor lightly in the side.

The reaction was immediate. Din gasped and jerked away, almost dropping the tablet in his hand. His helmet snapped toward her, the surprise in his body language unmistakable despite the impassive visor. For a moment, he froze as though debating whether to acknowledge what had just happened.

"What was that?" Bo-Katan asked, her tone dripping with mock innocence. She stepped closer, her grin widening.

"Nothing," he said quickly, straightening his posture to reassert control. But when Bo reached out again, his entire torso flinched before she even touched him. It was a subtle movement, but it might as well have been a bright neon sign to her trained eye.

Bo-Katan's eyes lit up like a child discovering treasure. She stepped back, crossing her arms again with a triumphant smile. "Oh, this is too good. You're ticklish."

"No, I'm not," Din said firmly, stepping back as if distance alone could deflect her discovery.

"Sure, and I'm a moisture farmer," she shot back, her grin widening as she advanced slightly. "You flinched like I'd threatened you with a vibroblade."

"Drop it, Kryze," he warned, though a faint edge to his tone betrayed his unease.

Bo-Katan tilted her head, studying him with newfound amusement. "What are you so afraid of, Mando? That someone might discover the great Din Djarin has a weakness?"

He shook his head, turning his attention back to the cargo. "I'm not afraid of anything," he muttered. His hands worked quickly, almost as if trying to distract himself (and her) from the moment.

"Oh, but you are," she countered, leaning against a nearby crate. "I think you're afraid I'll tell everyone that you're… what's the word? Human."

Din's helmet turned toward her briefly, but he said nothing. That silence only encouraged her.

"You know, I was starting to think you were unshakable," she circled slowly. "But now I see it. The legendary Mandalorian has a crack. And it's ticklish."

"I don't have time for this," he said, his voice clipped as he moved to another section of the cargo hold.

"Sure you do," she replied smoothly, following him. "Hyperspace jumps last forever, and we're stuck together. Might as well make the most of it."

Din sighed audibly, the sound distorted through his modulator. "I should throw you from the airlock."

"You're avoiding the truth," she shot back. "Just admit it. You flinched."

He stopped for a split second, then went on working. Bo-Katan's smile never wavered. Instead, she crouched beside him and leaned close enough to cause him to squirm uneasily. 

"Tell me," she said, her voice dropping into a mock-serious tone. "Is this some kind of ancient Mandalorian secret? A hidden vulnerability? Should I add 'tickling' to my arsenal of combat techniques?"

Din finally turned to her, his helmet mere inches from her face. "You're not funny."

"Oh, I'm hilarious," she retorted, standing back up. "And you know it."

As she backed away, still smirking, Din straightened, visibly tense. Though he returned to his task, Bo-Katan didn't miss how his shoulders stayed rigid as if bracing for another poke. It was enough to make her chuckle quietly to herself.

"Don't worry," she said over her shoulder as she left the cargo hold. "I'll save my newfound intel for when it really counts."

Din watched her go, shook his head slightly, then went back to work. But the tension in his motions never really disappeared. Grogu cooed somewhere in the Razor Crest as though he sensed the change in the air. And Bo-Katan's laughter rang softly down the hallways as a promise she wasn't done with him yet.

-

The next opportunity came later that evening. Din was crouched in the engine bay, trying to fix a faulty panel. His armor was partially removed for mobility, so he worked in his cloth tunic. The dim light of the bay cast shadows over his focused expression, and the soft hum of the ship provided a backdrop to his work. He was so absorbed in the work that he didn't hear the approaching footsteps until it was too late.

"Don't even think about it," he warned, his voice low and steady, not looking up.

"Think about what?" Bo-Katan asked innocently, the mockery in her tone unmistakable. She moved closer, her boots clinking lightly against the metal floor. Nearby, Grogu perched on a crate, his big eyes darting between the two adults with growing curiosity. His little green fingers reached out, sensing the tension, and he cooed softly. His eyes flicked to a pair of handcuffs on a nearby crate, and an idea visibly formed.

Din muttered something under his breath, clearly bracing himself for trouble. But before he could move, Grogu raised a tiny hand. With a playful Force burst, one of Din's wrists was cuffed to the ship's support beam. The click of the cuffs echoed in the bay, and Din froze, staring at the child in disbelief.

"Grogu, not now," he said firmly, his voice heavy with exasperation. The little one gurgled in delight, entirely unbothered by the scolding.

Bo-Katan burst out laughing. She declared, "Oh, this is perfect," her grin spreading wide. She stepped closer, and the malevolent glint in her eye gleamed. "Remind me to thank you, lil guy."

"Kryze, don't," Din warned, his tone notably powerless. He squirmed uneasily, trying to tug his hand from restraint, but the cuffs held firm. Bo-Katan wiggled her fingers menacingly as she closed the distance between them.

"You've been asking for this, Mandalorian." Her voice dripped with mock menace. Without hesitation, she tested the waters by poking his ribs lightly.

Din's body betrayed him right away. He almost dropped the wrench in his free hand as he jerked away from her touch. The reaction only fueled her resolve. He used his free arm to swat at her invading fingers, but she was quick, and his limited mobility gave her the advantage.

"S-Stohop," he managed, his voice strained, his body twisting as much as the cuffs allowed.

"Make me," she shot back, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she dug her fingers into his sides more determinedly. The wrench fell from Din's hand. Her confidence was bolstered by the sound that escaped his lips, which resembled a grunt with a hint of choked laughter.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "You're a human after all!"

Close by, Grogu laughed and clapped his tiny hands as if cheering on Bo-Katan. The child's happiness just set her off more. Din squirmed under her relentless assault, his composure cracking with each passing second. He tried desperately to hold onto his stoic demeanor, but his body had other plans.

"Qu-Quihihit ihihit!" he sputtered, his modulated voice warping with each involuntary sound. His free arm flailed uselessly, trying to block her, but she dodged easily, her fingers dancing along his ribs and sides.

"Giggling already? I'm going to cherish this," Bo-Katan declared, her grin turning downright evil. She shifted her tactics, finding a particularly sensitive spot near his hip, and Din's reaction was immediate.

"Bohoho! Nohohoho!" he burst out, the laughter spilling from him despite his efforts to suppress it. His head tilted back slightly, and his torso twisted as he tried to escape her touch.

"Oh, I'm not stopping now," she said gleefully, her voice nearly drowned out by Din's increasingly loud laughter. "You're making this too much fun, Mando."

"Bo-Kahahatahan! Plehehease!" he managed between gasps, his voice hitching with each word. His laughter was rich and deep, sounding almost foreign from someone so perpetually serious.

Grogu let out a delighted squeal, his tiny hands clapping even faster. He leaned forward on his crate as if trying to get a better view of the chaos unfolding before him. Din's struggles grew more frantic, but the cuffs and Bo-Katan's persistence kept him firmly at her mercy.

Bo-Katan grinned triumphantly, her hands slowing down as Din's laughter softened into residual chuckles. "You're lucky I'm merciful," she teased, stepping back with a flourish. "For now."

Din leaned heavily against the support beam, his cuffed wrist still secured. He panted, trying to regain his composure. "You call that merciful?" he muttered, his tone dripping with exasperation.

Grogu gurgled with delight, waddling nearer to examine his obviously flustered guardian. The young child pulled at his shirt, his bright eyes glimmering with playful intent. Din looked down at him, his helmet shifting slightly. "You're not helping, kid."

Bo-Katan watched the scene with a smirk, her arms crossed confidently. "I think he's enjoying himself. You should take notes on how to loosen up."

Din scoffed, once more testing the cuffs on his wrist. "I promise you, Kryze, if you don't unlock this-"

Before he could finish, Bo-Katan darted forward again, her fingers poised menacingly. Din flinched instinctively, his free hand shooting up to block her. "Don't you dare!"

She laughed, stepping back with mock innocence. "Relax, Mando. I'm just keeping you on your toes."

Grogu cooed in agreement, clearly enjoying the dynamic. Din let out a low groan, his helmet tilting back as he muttered something under his breath. Probably 'dank farrik.' 

"This is ridiculous."

"Ridiculous but fun," Bo-Katan corrected, her grin widening. "Admit it. You haven't laughed like that in years."

Din didn't respond, but the slight tilt of his head betrayed his reluctant agreement. He finally sighed, his tone softening. "Just get me out of this."

"Don't try to get all stoic again! We were having fun!" Bo-Katan got an idea. "Okay, Mando. Tell me your worst joke, or this continues."

"I don't know any jokes," he ground out, his voice still shaky from the residual laughter.

She shook her head, her grin widening. "Wrong answer."

Her fingers resumed their assault, this time targeting the particularly sensitive spot under his arm. Din's reaction was immediate and explosive. A deep, unrestrained laugh burst from him, rich and resonant, surprising even himself. He squirmed futilely against the cuffs, his free arm flailing in an attempt to block her relentless attack.

"K-Kryhyhyhyze! Plehehease!" he managed between gasps, his modulated voice barely recognizable through the laughter.

Bo-Katan laughed along with him, her own amusement genuine. "I've never heard anything so satisfying," she teased, her voice light with delight. Grogu giggled from the sideline.

"Al-Alrihihihight! AHAHA! Alrihihihihihihight!" Din gasped desperately. "I'll tell you! Just stohohohohop!"

Bo-Katan finally relented, stepping back with a triumphant grin. Din slumped against the support beam, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Grogu cooed in approval, his ears wiggling with anticipation.

"This better be good," Bo-Katan said, crossing her arms and raising an expectant eyebrow.

Din took another moment to compose himself, his voice still uneven. "Okay. Two stormtroopers are scouting in the jungle. One gets bitten by a snake in a weak spot in his armor and collapses. The other calls into command and says, 'Come in, come in! My partner has collapsed, I think he's dead!' Command replies, 'Stay calm. First, I need you to make sure your partner is actually dead.' The comm goes quiet for a bit, followed by a series of blaster shots. 'Alright,' the scout finally responds, 'I made sure. Now what?'"

There was a brief pause before Bo-Katan burst into laughter, doubling over as the terrible joke sank in. Even Grogu let out an amused squeal, waving his tiny hands in the air. Din groaned, shaking his head as he muttered, "I warned you."

"That was… awful!" Bo-Katan managed between fits of laughter, wiping a tear from her eye. "Absolutely terrible."

"You asked for my worst," Din said dryly, though the faintest hint of a chuckle slipped through.

Bo-Katan straightened, her grin wide and satisfied. "I'll give you points for effort, Mando. But you're not off the hook yet."

Din tensed immediately, his helmet tilting toward her. "What do you mean?"

Without answering, Bo-Katan lunged back toward him, her fingers diving into his ribcage. Din let out a startled bark of laughter, his body twisting in a futile attempt to escape.

"Kryze! I already told you!" he protested, his voice breaking into helpless laughter as she found another sensitive spot.

"That joke was so bad. You deserve this," Bo-Katan teased, her fingers mercilessly skimming along his ribs and sides. Din's laughter echoed through the engine bay, rich and unguarded, a sound that seemed to surprise even Grogu. "This is punishment for that brazen assault on my intelligence you call a joke."

"Bohoho! ThiHiHiS iHIhIIsn't FAhahHAhair! YouHuHu Ahahahaasked FohohOOr a bAHahahd- ACK-!" Din gasped, his voice hitching with every breath. His struggles grew more frantic, but the cuffs and Bo-Katan's persistence kept him firmly at her mercy.

"You're too much fun, Mando," Bo-Katan said, her tone light and teasing. She finally pulled back after a few more moments, letting him slump against the support beam again. His free hand came up to rest on his chest as he panted, his whole body visibly relaxing now that the torment had ceased.

Din sat back, rubbing his wrist once Grogu released the cuff. His helmet turned toward Bo-Katan, and though his face was hidden, she could feel his glare. "You’re insufferable," he muttered.

"And you’re human," she countered, her tone softening. "It’s good to see that side of you."

Grogu waddled over, climbing into Din’s lap with a happy gurgle. Din sighed, placing a hand on the child’s head. "Never again," he said, his voice resolute. But as Din turned away, Bo-Katan couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t need to be Force-sensitive to know he was smiling too, hidden behind the beskar.

[blackstar30]

Star Wars dads and their kids. Gotta be my fav trope

[trashyswitch]

Day 12: Mischief

The Mandalorian is exhausted from trying to wander everywhere and protect Grogu from enemies. When he sits down to catch a break, Grogu's curiousity turns to mischief rather quickly.

A few days late...But, The Mandalorian's back! I missed these two...I hope you all enjoy!

The Mandalorian slowly walked himself into the ship, drained of all energy. As much as he’s used to fighting enemies, it’s exhausting trying to look after a child while also fulfilling business of his own. But god, he loved him. He’s a good kid, and he’s really glad he has him. 

Mando looked down towards Grogu to make sure he was still keeping up with him. Sure enough, the child was standing next to him, looking up to him and making his usual cooing sounds. 

“God, I need to sit…” He admitted, sitting down in his usual pilot’s chair. Desperate for some sort of solitude, he laid his chin onto his palms and leaned against the control desk. 

Grogu walked himself up to the pilot’s chair, and snuck himself into Mando’s lap. He made a cooing sound, almost to show how proud he was of the Mandalorian.  

“You okay?” Mando asked. 

Grogu let out a little happy yelp in response. 

“Good.” He responded, going back to leaning forward. 

Grogu looked down at the pilot desk, and observed all the many buttons. He knew not to touch them, though it was fun sometimes. But he did know what button would turn off the ship. So, he leaned down and pressed it. 

The button made a little beep, and in a few seconds, the ship began to power down. 

“Mm…” Mando looked up right as the ship’s engine slowed to a stop. “Good thinking, kid.” He said. “It’ll save us fuel.” Mando told him. 

The kid laid back and cuddled into the Mandalorians chest. 

They stayed like this for about 20 minutes. Grogu held the Mandalorian close, and Mando got a little nap in as well. It felt peaceful for once in their lives. The universe felt like it was slowing down…And for just a moment…Everything felt right. 

Soon though, Grogu opened his eyes and looked up at the Mandalorian. Though he had his helmet on, Grogu could easily tell he was still sleeping. How? Well, he could hear his soft snoring through the helmet. 

Grogu sat himself up and looked up to the little bit of skin visible under his chin. Seeing that little bit of skin was…surprising at first. He remembered the time the Mandalorian took off his helmet for him as he was about to separate from him for a while. Grogu got to feel the prickly skin on his caretaker for just a moment…before being handed off to Luke Skywalker. And that was…an emotional experience for him…

But that didn’t matter now…cause his neck was visible! Just a small part of it, but it was enough for Grogu to touch. Grogu lifted his hand up and placed it onto his upper neck to feel it. Was it going to be prickly like the skin on his face? 

Just a few seconds after he made contact, Mando’s snoring stopped for a moment. Sensing he accidentally woke him up, Grogu pulled his hand back and waited. 

“Mmm?...Mm…” Was the only thing that came out of Mando’s mouth, before falling back asleep. 

Grogu waited a couple more seconds, just to make sure he was 100% asleep…Then, Grogu lifted his hand up again, and gently placed his claw-like fingers against his neck. 

“Mm…” Mando hummed, scratching his neck in the very area that Grogu touched. It could be safe to assume that Mando fell asleep again…because when Grogu resumed fluttering his fingers on his neck, Mando didn’t really react. 

Grogu looked at his hand for a moment, before raising it up to touch his neck again. Something about exploring his Mandalorian friend, felt…comforting somehow…

And he wanted to keep going! 

Grogu’s hand fluttered against Mando’s neck once again, watching as the Mandalorian twitched a little bit. 

“Mmmhmhmm…” He mumbled. 

Grogu’s beady black eyes widened. What was that?? 

Did…Did he just…laugh?! 

Again, again! 

Grogu fluttered his fingers on the man’s neck, specifically right under his chin this time. And to his shock, he did it again! 

“Hehe- Huh?” The Mandalorian lifted his head up, and looked down at Grogu. “What-” He gently felt little Grogu’s hand. “Oh…It’s just you.” He said, calming down. 

Grogu tilted his head with a confused coo.

“What?” Mando asked. 

Grogu reached his hand up to his neck again, and dragged the claws gently down his neck, to his scarf. 

“oOhkay…” Mando’s hand shot up and took Grogu’s hand. “Let’s not do that.” Mando told him. 

Grogu tilted his head and made another confused coo sound. 

“Now’s not the time to explain.” Mando told him. “Now if you excuse me, I need to rest-” Mando tried to lift his hand, but couldn’t. “Huh?” Mando looked at his hand, tried to raise it up again. But for some reason, it sayed completely still. “What the-” Mando pulled on his hand, almost like he was being restrained. But it was still unable to move. 

“Grogu, can you help me-” Mando looked at Grogu, and widened his eyes the moment he saw him: 

Grogu’s hand was up…And the kid was looking at him with a mischievous look on his face…

“Uh oh…” Mando let out. He pulled on his hands. “G-Grogu?” He asked. 

With the Mandalorian subdued, Grogu brought his little one up to his neck. 

“Oh no, no no no.” He tried to hide his neck with his shoulder. But again to his shock, his shoulders were frozen in place too. “Dammit…” He blurted out. 

And it was only then…that Mando felt a curious little hand fluttering against his upper neck. “Oh noHO! Kid, dohon’t!” He jumped and chuckled. 

That little laugh…told Grogu everything he needed to know. Because in a matter of seconds, Grogu’s playful fingers sped up rather quickly. 

“Kihihid Wahait-! Hahaha! Unfahair!” He argued. 

It was almost like the kid understood what the word ‘unfair’ meant…because in only a second…Grogu’s main pointing finger dug a little deeper into his right jawline. 

“KKHAHAHA!” Mando tittered loudly. “WhatareyouDOHOIHING?!” He felt as those crazy claws dragged itself towards its chin. “GAHAHahaha! How are yohohohou-” He squeaked as the finger dragged down his neck. “Geeheez nohohoho!” Mando reacted. 

Grogu let out a happy sound as he moved his fingers up his neck faster this time. 

“Grohohogu!” Knowing what was coming, Mando squeezed his eyes shut and decided to just take the tickles. 

And it was a good thing he did…because Grogu’s 3 fingers quickly fluttered against his jawline all over again.

And GOOD LORD, WAS IT TICKLISH! So ticklish, that his laughter came out as an uncontrollable wheeze! 

Grogu widened his eyes. “Eh?” He cooed in his baby voice as he moved his hand away. 

The Mandalorian’s laughter seemed to calm down almost right away…Only a few giggles seemed to remain. “Ahaha…Haha…Ahare you done?” Mando finally asked him. 

Grogu looked at the Mandalorian with curiosity, before lowering his hand down slightly. The hold on his body ceased, confirming to him that Grogu had stopped the grabby force thing he did on him. 

With the force stasis gone, Mando wrapped his arms around his belly. “Whahat was…” 

“Ah?” 

Mando looked to Grogu, right as the little womp rat tickled his neck with all 6 of his little fingers. “Oh- YOHOHOU LIHIHITTLE-!” Mando squeezed his eyes shut as more laughter erupted from his lungs. “Kihihid WHYHYHY?!” Mando asked him. 

But the only answer he got from the kid…was a happy little giggle. And Mando knew that giggle well…That was the ‘I’m gonna get in trouble for this…But boy, is it worth it!’ kinda giggle. And considering the tickle attack Grogu had put on him before, that was NOT a good giggle to hear…

Thankfully, though…the tickling did stop for a moment…

“Ohokahahay, yohou had your fun.” The Mandalorian told him. “Buhut can we-” Mando’s words paused when he felt mischievous little Grogu plop himself onto his shoulder. “Uh…” He muttered. “Now hold on, little guy…” He pointed a finger at him. “What are you planning?” 

Grogu stared at The Mandalorian for just a second…as he reached his hand over to his neck. 

“Noooooo…” He warned. “Dooon’t you do it…” He added. 

Grogu’s hand got closer and closer…

“Grogu-” 

Suddenly, Grogu swung his other hand towards his left, untouched side! “OhgodNOHOHOHO!” He tried to cover his neck, but found the other side was being attacked too! “KIHID-STAHP!” He yelled. 

And before he could stop it, Grogu was now tickling BOTH sides of his neck! If this kid wanted laughter, then this kid was doing all he could to get it from him. “HAHAhahaha! Yohohou ehehevil lihihittle wohomp rahahat!” He yelled, trying to grab at Grogu. “Ihihihi’ll gehehet you bahahack!” 

The only response he got was Grogu’s happy little laughter. It was hard to tell if Grogu was laughing because of Mando’s laughter…or if he was laughing because he had successfully beat Mando at his own game. 

But either way, the little mischievous kid was determined to make him laugh…And as much as he hated to admit it, the kid was unbelievably successful. 

Looks like two can play that game! 

[manhandlememando]

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one-shot

cregan stark x f!mormont!reader

excerpt: The growl that escaped the beast reverberated throughout the small pit, being felt within the chests of all the men spectating. However, fear eluded her as she looked into the animals eyes, accepting her fate with a fury. The cry that left her as she charged the creature could have caused even the most barbarous of warriors to quell in fear. Dodging the swipe of its large paws, she lunges forward with the small blade that was provided to her. If she is to die here, it will be a death of integrity knowing she was more like the beast in front of her than anything as meek as the men watching from above. They will not take my strength, she thought as the claws of the grizzly descended upon her.

- or -

Lady Stark is abducted in the night from the walls of Winterfell by a vassal house of the Starks. Thinking that by placing his wife into the jaws of a grizzly, the Warden of the North would bend to their will. They do not know how mistaken they are.

[rhiannon-girl]

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Pedro Pascal

Mads Mikkelsen

Lee Pace

Lana Del Rey

Bella Ramsey

[nkp1981]

Elia Kane (Katy M. O'Brian), Carson Teva (Paul Sun-Hyung Lee) and Colonel Tuttle (Tim Meadows)

[frogs-and-oscar-brainrot]

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[cinemgc]

The Mandalorian (2ª Temp.)

Episodio 5: ''Chapter 13: The Jedi''

• Dirección: Dave Filoni

• Guión: Dave Filoni

• Cinematografía: Barry Baz Idoine

• Cast: Pedro Pascal, Diana Lee Inosanto

[thasa]

May the rhyme name be with you <3 I love Lee Jung-jae and Pedro Pascal! And they both are in Star Wars :D

[can-of-pringles]

for the ask game: Corinthian, Peter Maximoff, Hux, and Mando

Thanks

The Corinthian

First impression: Scary but interesting.

Now impression: Be gay do crime, a poor little meow meow but in a different way than Dream.

Favorite moment: I'm not sure... I still think it's funny when Fiddler's Green and him see each other at the convention. I always think of that meme "'I saw the Corinthian at the serial killers' convention.' What were you doing at the serial killers' convention?"

Idea for a story: Imagining him and Lee for some reason getting stuck somewhere and having to work together to get out even though they don't get along lol.

Unpopular opinion: I absolutely hate the corintheus ship.

Favorite relationship: I don't care I'm cheating but Corinthian x Prometheus!! OC x canon is always superior.

Favorite headcanon: Um... I'm not sure I have one.

Peter Maximoff

First impression: Hey, that fast guy is very cool, too bad I'm going to forget about him until Wandavision.

Now impression: He's such an underrated x-men I love him.

Favorite moment: The school scene obviously.

Idea for a story: Can I say any of my current wips lol.

Unpopular opinion: I don't like the metal powers headcanon. He's already op as it is.

Favorite relationship: Him and my OC, Marigold haha.

Favorite headcanon: That boi is neurodivergent! Nobody can tell me otherwise.

General Hux

First impression: This guy is too loud and he kinda scares me.

Now impression: Wasted potential.

Favorite moment: It's been so long since I've watched the movies I don't have one.

Idea for a story: Anything with him and Indie (your OC that I love)

Unpopular opinion: I don't know enough about his fanbase to know what's considered an unpopular opinion... except when I was younger I used to slightly understand the Hux and Kylo Ren ship but now I don't ship it (it's still probably better than Ren and Rey though lol)

Favorite relationship: Him and Indie :)

Favorite headcanon: I guess the Millicent cat one?

Din Djarin

First impression: Oh I like this guy.

Now impression: Hasn't changed much except just thinking he's probably one of the best Star Wars characters.

Favorite moment: I think near the end of S3, when Grogu officially becomes his son.

Idea for a story: Probably a team up with him and Van (OC time :3c)

Unpopular opinion: He's not a himbo.

Favorite relationship: None?

Favorite headcanon: That he knows how to speak Mando'a.

Send Me a Character

[thecodyagenda]

din's super secret covert isnt exactly secret if everyone and their new republic agent can find it LMAO

[burnwater13]

Caution… fourth wall repairs have failed… there is a breach in the containment field… 

Grogu was very happy that the writers’ strike was over, or almost over. A tentative deal was terrific, but now the membership had to vote and the votes had to be tallied and he really hoped that a certain Sithy someone didn’t butt in; it was a ratification process, not an election.  He, for one, needed the skilled help of writers to perfectly encapsulate his life’s adventures into the story arcs that had created such a great fanbase for him and for his dad, the Mandalorian, Din Djarin. 

He knew that his dad felt the same way. No, not Jon or Pedro… he was sure they were happy about the tentative agreement. He still meant Din Djarin. Because while Grogu had been happy to be on the picket line and support the writers, as well as all the actors, his dad had not been quite as happy. And not because he didn’t think unions were necessary and appropriate. He did. He’d belonged to the Bounty Hunters Guild for years. 

Nope, it was really about the lessons that Grogu had been missing. Before the strike started, Grogu had started to take lessons in a variety of martial arts. He’d really been inspired by his fellow castmates and all the folks in the second unit who helped him with stunts and his stunt doubles. They were all so talented and he really wanted to improve his own skills and impress them. 

Sure he could use the Force to help him do flips, and kicks, and all manner of feints, sweeps, and rolls, but once he learned that the rest of them did it with just themselves… well, he’d insisted to his dad that he needed to take lessons. 

That had been more miss than hit for quite a while. The first few instructors he’d approached had looked at him and shook their heads. He was either too old, too young, too small, or too likely to accidentally knock them over with the Force when he was just trying to practice a side kick. (He had apologized nicely, but you still don’t want to dislocate your instructor’s knee.)

They had also tried group lessons, but that made his dad uncomfortable. Sure Din Djarin sat with the other parents and watched from the sidelines, trying to encourage him. But anytime Grogu had to spar with a child even slightly bigger than him, and that was really all the children, his dad would get up and pace. That made all the other parents nervous.

And that whole being as cool as a cucumber thing in season three… yeah, that was not Din Djarin. He’d been tricked by Jon into taking a walk and looking at the sets for Mandalore. Grogu was glad that Katee had been such a good sport about it all. How did other kids manage that amount of parental drama?

Fortunately, they bumped into Diana on set one day and chatted with her about martial arts instruction and the people she knew. She knew Hollywood legends! She was very kind about it all, although she kept calling Grogu’s dad Pedro, but Din Djarin got that a lot. Her advice was to find the person who saw Grogu’s potential and not his size. That was an enormous help and lessons had been going well since then. 

Now that things looked like they were headed in a good direction for the writers, Grogu was just going to be out there supporting the actors. He’d already made arrangements with his instructor and they had kept that information from his dad, just like old times. 

Grogu wanted to enjoy the learning environment without a certain brooding Mandalorian hovering along the edges of the mats, pacing and groaning whenever Grogu made a mistake. Grogu had already suggested that his dad join him in the class and learn something new for himself, but that was a no go. Something about his back already hurting enough. Whatever. 

Grogu was glad that Diana had helped him out and hoped she’d be impressed the next time he invited her to watch him train with his master. Now, if he could only find away to get that beskar spear off set, he could show his dad a thing or two.

[claudia1829things]

"THE MANDALORIAN" Season Three (2023) Episode Ranking

Below is my personal ranking of the episodes from Season Three of the Disney Plus/Lucasfilm streaming series, "THE MANDALORIAN". Created by Jon Favreau, the series stars Pedro Pascal in the title role:

"THE MANDALORIAN" SEASON THREE (2023) EPISODE RANKING

(3.08) "Chapter 24: The Return" - Din Djarin aka the Mandalorian and his allies confront Grand Moff Gideon and his forces on Mandalore.

2. (3.02) "Chapter 17: The Mines of Mandalore" - While exploring the ruins of the devastated Mandalore, Din Djarin and Grogu encounter trouble and seek the help of former Mandalorian leader, Bo-Katan Kyrze.

3. (3.05) "Chapter 21: The Pirate" - The Mandalorian, Bo-Katan and a group of Mandalorian warriors come to the aid of Greef Karga and the Nevarro citizens, when vengeful pirates from a previous episode return to invade.

4. (3.07) "Chapter 23: The Spies" - The Mandalorians set out to retake Mandalore, but their plans are discovered by Imperial spy Elia Kane and Gideon.

5. (3.03) "Chapter 19: the Convert" - On Coruscant, former Imperial scientist Dr. Penn Pershing receives a pardon by the New Republic. However, he is surprised by Kane's appearance, who pretends to be among the amnesty program's recipients.

6. (3.01) - "Chapter 17: The Apostate" - In this season opening, Din Djarin arrive on Nevarro to get the droid IG-11 to help him find the mines underneath Mandalore. While there, he and Grogu help Greef and the Nevarro citizens fight off pirates.

7. (3.04) "Chapter 20: The Foundling" - Din Djarin returns to the hidden Mandalorian covert to begin Grogu's training. However, Bo-Katan and other warriors embark upon a hunting party to save the son of Paz Vizsla, who had been snatched by a raptor. Grogu faces his memories of Order 66.

8. (3.06) "Chapter 22: Guns For Hire" - Bo-Katan, Djarin and Grogu set out for Plazir-15, where Bo-Katan's former army, now led by Axe Woves, exist as mercenaries. However, they are involuntarily diverted by the planet's rulers, Captain Bombardier and the Duchess, who ask for their help in neutralizing several repurposed but malfunctioning Imperial and Separatist droids.

[phantom-scrybe]

they need to make Paul’s pilot jacket as merch

[galatially]

𝐶𝐻𝑅𝐼𝑆 𝐸𝑉𝐴𝑁𝑆 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆

𝑆𝐸𝐵𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐴𝑁 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑁 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆

𝑃𝐸𝐷𝑅𝑂 𝑃𝐴𝑆𝐶𝐴𝐿 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆

𝑇𝑂𝑀 𝐻𝑂𝐿𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆

𝑂𝑈𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐵𝐴𝑁𝐾𝑆

𝑇𝑂𝑃 𝐺𝑈𝑁: 𝑀𝐴𝑉𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐶𝐾

𝑂𝑈𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸

𝐶𝐻𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝐷𝑉𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑈𝑅𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑆𝐴𝐵𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐴

[the-kittylorian-writes]

I present to you… Captain Carson Teva unboxing Hot Toys Mando and Grogu

This is meta. This guy is a riot 😁😁😁