Someone please write me a Mandalorian fic where Din assumes the duties of the manda’lor, but having absolutely no idea how to lead a nation, the best he can do is default to his standard operating procedure: be begrudgingly helpful to everyone he meets and apply all 12 of his B+ parenting skills at once. (Will Bo-Katan learn anything from a long timeout? Stay tuned!)
Din, with misplaced optimism, fully believes that his incompetent leadership will inspire someone to challenge him for the Darksaber quickly, freeing him up to go chase after Grogu to the ends of the galaxy…
Exceptthat (to Din’s utter dismay), it turns out “grumpy dad who can and will fight god because there was nothing better to do on Tuesday” is the exact definition of the ideal manda’lor, and every Mandalorian who meets him ends up swearing fealty in about ten minutes flat.
Mandalore is thriving, the clans are flocking back to their home world, trade is booming, the New Republic is begging for an alliance, beskar is being repatriated left and right, hell, someone swears they just saw a living mythosaur…
And Din Djarin cannot stop space-googling “Ways to ghost an entire planet.”
(If he fakes his own death enough times, maybe they’ll stop sending Boba Fett after him??)
Cody: Okay so like. Intelligence, but an absolute lack of common sense, you get me? Also pretty and probably a slut.
Rex: *bodily turning him so they can watch Obi-Wan jump out the window* I think I’ve found your dream man, hon. Also if you look at my general, who also fits that description perfectly, I’ll stuff you out the airlock.
Cody, crying a little: He’s so pretty and stupid, did you know one time I found him asking a medic what he should expect if he stays awake for more than five days in a row. He’s so. Self destructive.
Rex: Mine recently asked for a list of spiders that will poison him if he eats them. You’re lucky.
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