#mandadlorian

[frenchublog]

🎆

[grogudjarinn]

gonna scream and cry over din being father of the year again for the next week he is SO DONE. why is his son the biggest menace in the universe. they are my everything

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

"I found this child, and now he's my son." 🤝

[hellouniversehowareyou]

proud dad stanceTM

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

They really had Din be the kind of dad that lets his kid, who is a tiny toddler, fight someone else's kid twice his size and go "He'll be alright" whenever someone questions it in this episode.

Which is true, Grogu did well, but it's just funny seeing the height difference, and Din not be worried about it since he KNOWS what his son is capable of and is patiently waiting for him to win with the smugest, shit-eating grin underneath his helmet.

[captainkappa]

No thoughts just Grogu chasing after fireflies and Din watching on from his spot in the grass

[ricketyjukeboxer]

Just dads helping kids with dippin' butter.

[cassiecasyl]

I'll Keep You Safe

Hi everyone!! Totally different fandom today, but there's some fluff!!!

Happy late birthday to my bestie @feafin!!!! You requested @whumptober prompt 20 "Found Family" with anxious/overthinking Mando and I saw the sister prompt "Blanket" and got an idea asdkjskf 👀

Fandom: The Mandalorian Relationship: Grogu & Din Djarin Notes: I'm using mostly Djarin as Mando's name in this fic based on the assumption that since Grogu was officially named "Din Grogu" during the adoption, Din is actually their family name which makes Djarin Mando's first name. Also, as this is set pre-name reveal, Grogu is referred to by "kid", "child", and it/its pronouns

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Just as the last trooper dropped to the ground, the child cooed happily behind him. Djarin suppressed a sigh and turned around, quickly surveying that the kid was, indeed, unharmed. It peered out at him through the slit the damaged doors its pod left open. One shot hitting the pod in just the right place, and it had jammed. A second well-aimed shot, and the kid could’ve died. Considering the Stormtroopers’ track records, them damaging the pod had been more luck than anything, but that didn’t change their current situation. The kid could’ve died. The kid could’ve died. Djarin fastened his hand into a fist, and breathed out. The leather of his gauntlets creaked slightly under the pressure. 

Motioning the pod to follow him, they disappeared into a nearby alley. 

They would’ve walked further—the trek back to the ship was a long one, and now they’d have to stop to get spare parts for the pod, too. They should’ve walked further, the Mandalorian knew. Staying close to the site of the attack only spelled trouble. But, alas, he couldn’t get his muscles to relax. He couldn’t get his hand to stop shaking— It was only the tiniest tremor. In their world, the tiniest tremor could very well mean death. The kid could’ve died. What was he thinking, getting a child into all of this? When Djarin closed his eyes, medical stats flickered before his eyes, all red. Red, red, red. The child was dying. The kid could’ve died. He took a steadying breath, feeling his rifle dig hard into his back. Right. This was the reason they were on this path in the first place. 

A soft, inquiring coo from the child wound its way through his spiraling thoughts. Djarin opened his eyes—he hadn’t even realized they were still closed, stupid—and looked at his foundling. With the pod doors open, it almost looked like nothing had happened. The child looked up at him with those deep, black eyes that could hold the stars. Its ears wide open, it tilted its big head in a way that could melt planets. Djarin breathed and pushed himself away from the wall he had, at one point, slumped against. 

The Mandalorian scanned the area. There was the unsteady whirring of the pod following him, and the occasional sound from the kid. His heart was pounding into his throat, filling his ears with rushing blood. Farther away, life went on as usual—conversations and laughter and gravel underneath boots. Somebody ran by on the adjacent street, shouting something in a language Djarin couldn’t make out. It sent a tremor through him as he instinctively prepared for battle, only to realize a second later that he was, indeed, not in danger. 

“Bluib?” the child inquired, and Djarin looked to where it was staring up at him with those big, black, trusting eyes. They were always filled with so much glee and wonder, and mischief. With trust—misplaced, perhaps. The kid had trusted him from moment one. When he was still just tasked to kidnap it for some empire scrooge. When it was still just another dubious job to be completed. Even then, the child had still saved his life. It had still looked at him, confused and trusting eyes fixed on the Mandalorian when they carted the child away, into the next room. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” he promised as he leaned down to pick it up. The child immediately raised its arms up, emitting happy coos and chuckles. Djarin decided to not read too much into it. 

Bringing the child up to his chest, it nested happily into the crook of his neck. The Mandalorian breathed. There were signs of life still all around them, and no signs of further attacks. His heart settled into a rhythm that was much less frantic, until the rushing in his ears was no longer blood but the child breathing, electrical wiring close by—including the blasted pod, which was still staring at them menacingly—and laughter sounding from the next street. A tiny, clawed hand made its way to the underside of his helmet. Djarin sucked in a panicked breath as it toyed, instinctively hugging the kid closer. Said child voiced its complaint, its concern, its something— 

“Sorry, kid,” he breathed out. The child stilled, as if waiting for something. Then, it leaned against his shoulder, humming contently. Djarin almost swallowed a sob. He hadn’t known that any sound could be so soothing. It was like the humming in the fabric of the universe, that held everything together. No, it was the fabric of the universe— Glancing down, he could just about see the kid’s starry eyes as it blinked. 

There were words stuck in his throat. Words like I’m glad you’re here. I’ll keep you safe, whatever it takes. I love you. Instead of revealing any of them to the world, though, he allowed themselves just a moment to stand there. Then, against the kid’s protests, he set it down. 

Immediately, Djarin missed the weight against his shoulder. It had grounded him in a way he didn’t quite understand, and even more so than the sound, he’d never known a simple presence, a simple weight could be so soothing. Even as the kid settled in his bag, he could feel the empty anxiety flooding back to where it had laid. Even as small, green fingers grabbed his hand like a lifeline, like a tether; it pulled Djarin to his center of gravity, but it somehow wasn’t enough. 

“I’m here, kid,” he whispered, more to assure himself. “I’m here.” 

With a heavy sigh, the Mandalorian made a decision. He grabbed the blanket from the baby’s pod, organized it so its middle was facing Djarin’s midriff, and began wrapping it around himself. Carefully, as to not hinder his movements too much, and as too not block any important weapons, he folded the blanket in an x shape over his body. The child watched him curiously, and only cried out as he disentangled the bag and set it down. A tremor worked itself through his arms at the sound, and Djarin paused. Then, he gathered the child in his arms and wrapped the remainder of the blanket around it, fully settling it in the makeshift baby sling he had created. The kid was sitting on the harness that wrapped from his belt over his shoulder, providing an additional layer of safety. It cooed happily. 

“You like that?” Djarin asked, a small, hidden smile on his lips. The kid chuckled, examining the sling. The Mandalorian picked up the bag, only to discard it in the damaged pod. As they started to move, it trailed behind them, defeated. The kid nestled deeper into the blanket, one ear peeking out. It leaned closer against his chest, yawned, and closed its eyes. Din Djarin breathed. 

!pls consider leaving me some kudos or a comment!

[rawyld]

By Bosslogic, 3yrs ago The Mandadlorian came into our lives the greatest Dad in the Galaxy to look after Grogu.

[lauramkaye]

Newest art!

This is an illustration of Chapter 18 of Mand'alor Cabur by Nautilicious.

If you aren't reading it, you should! It's so good!

I'll post this to Ao3 as well as soon as I can figure out why the image link is giving me trouble. :)

[onlymollygibson]

so, is the mandalorian penchant to adopt everything that moves, like, canon canon?

or is it is one of those lovely organically fan grown treats like tattooine slave culture?

[dancerintherainonao3]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Din Djarin & Grogu | Baby Yoda Characters: Din Djarin, Grogu | Baby Yoda, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV) Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Cute, Slice of Life, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Good Parent Din Djarin, Awkward Din Djarin, Din Djarin Is Trying His Best, Din Djarin Needs a Hug, Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars), Character Study, Platonic Relationships, Father-Son Relationship, Headcanon, Canon Compliant, canon AND fanon Mandalorian armor color meanings!, this takes place sometimes between chapter three and four, Din calls Grogu ‘kid’ because he doesn’t know his name yet!, I wrote this instead of working on the other projects I still need to finish, cough cough, One Shot Summary:

During a rare moment of peace on the Razor Crest, Din takes time to clean his armor and thinks about why he hasn’t painted it.

[grogudjarinn]

one, did not expect to go to mandalore immediately. TWO, OH MY GOD???? THERE'S A FUCKING BEAST IN THE WATER???? BO-KATAN QUESTIONING HER CREED INSTEAD OF IT BEING DIN LIKE I FEARED???? GROGU LEARNING FROM DIN AND BABBLING??? BO AND DIN BESTIES ARC???? THAT EPISODE WENT SO HARD

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

After seeing RDJ and Pedro Pascal shake hands ... I've started drawing the Mandadlorian meets Iron Dad and they are both like...

'i found this kid and now he's my son.'

It's here!

[robyn-runestone]

Grogu’s first words better be dada or buir or something along those lines or else I’m suing.

[katzs-current-obsession]

“Get back here!”