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The IG-12 scene was a great metaphor for how Disney hollowed out the corpse of something weâd gotten attached to and thought sticking Grogu in it would make it work again.
Summary: In the wake of Moff Gideonâs defeat, (Y/N) and Din officially adopt Grogu as their son and the family bids farewell to Bo-Katan before seeking out an old friend.
Pairing: Din Djarin X Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings/Disclaimers: None
A/N: This chapterâs a little shorter than the last few, but thatâs only because Iâm saving even more fluff for the last chapter! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter Forty-Three
The Adoption
(Previous Chapter)
The week after the Mandaloriansâ defeat of Moff Gideon and the reclamation of their homeworld from the Empire was marked by a ceremony at the bank of the Living Waters; the Mandalorians â the covert, the former mercenaries and the survivors of the Siege â gathered to allow the Armorer to baptize them in the sacred water and to speak the Mandalorian Creed as a way of reaffirming their vows. Due to (Y/N)âs partially-healed leg wound, Clan Mudhorn was the last to arrive at the Living Waters, much to her embarrassment despite Dinâs kind and reasonable assurances.
âYou were wounded in battle against one of our peopleâs greatest enemies, alorâad,â Din reminded her as he held her steady with an arm looped around her waist and helped her limp down the uneven tunnel to the Living Waters. âIâm sure that the others wonât mind us being a little late.â
âWell, my mother used to say âearly is on-time, and on-time is late;â the Naboo pride themselves on their punctuality, after all.â Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Grogu â who was nestled comfortably in the crook of Dinâs left elbow â lift one of his clawed hands and aim it towards her bandaged leg, and she gave him a pointed look. âNo, Grogu. Itâs sweet that you wanna use your Force-healing on me but trust me, Iâve dealt with worse blaster wounds than this one; besides, you still need to regain your strength after what you did last week.â
Grogu cooed in reluctant agreement and lowered his hand while the side of Dinâs helmet gently tapped against the side of her head. The sound of drums filled the air as the clan of three stepped into the cavernous chamber that housed the Living Waters of Mandalore, which was now illuminated by several lanterns and adorned with tribal banners; Mandalorians stood at attention on either side of the chamber, and all were wearing their helmets as a sign of respect. The Armorer stood knee-high in the dark water and held a small stone basin in her gloved hands, turning around to watch Ragnar, the foundling of their fallen ally and friend, kneel on the steps before her. (Y/N)âs heart clenched in sympathy for the child and while they waited by the entrance of the chamber, Dinâs hand subtly flexed against her waist; everyone here owes their life to Paz Vizsla, she thought to herself as she recalled the Mandalorianâs noble sacrifice, and everyone will repay that debt by ensuring Ragnar grows up safe and protected.
âI swear on my name and the names of the AncestorsâŚâ
âI swear on my name and the names of the AncestorsâŚâ Ragnar recited.
âThat I shall walk the Way of the MandâalorâŚâ
âThat I shall walk the Way of the MandâalorâŚâ
âAnd the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.â
âAnd the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.â
When he finished, he bowed his head and the Armorer poured the basin of water onto his beskar helmet. âThis is the Way.â
âThis is the Way,â The assembled Mandalorians echoed.
Sharing a reassuring look, (Y/N) and Din waited for Ragnar to join the others before starting forward towards the steps. Bo-Katan, whose helmet was already decorated with droplets of water, gave them a nod of respect when they passed her and (Y/N) flashed her friend a nervous smile. They descended the steps together and her husband made sure she was stable before letting go of her waist and bending down to set Grogu down on the damp steps.
âGrogu is my apprentice. He is no longer a foundling.â Dinâs modulated voice was filled with self-assurance as he continued. âAdd him to the Song.â
The Armorer shook her head. âHe is too young to speak, so he is too young to take the Creed. He must remain a foundling.â
Grogu cooed and lowered his head in disappointment and (Y/N) struggled to resist the overwhelming urge to scoop him up into her arms, but Din was seemingly unperturbed by the Armorerâs words. âIf his parent gave permission, couldnât he then become a Mandalorian apprentice?â
âYes, but his parents are far from here, if they are even alive.â
In that instant, realization dawned on (Y/N) and her head whipped around to meet the visor of her husbandâs helmet; although she couldnât see his face, she knew the Mandalorian well enough to determine exactly what he was thinking and after a moment, a bright smile spread across her face. âThen we will adopt him as our own,â She replied, her eyes remaining fixed on Dinâs covered gaze as she reached over to slip her hand into his.
In her peripheral vision, she watched the Armorer give them both a deep nod. âThis is the Way.â
âThis is the Way,â Din and (Y/N) replied in unison and when she glanced down, Grogu was beaming up at them both.
âLet it be written in Song that Din Djarin and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) are accepting this foundling as their son.â With a hint of pride in her modulated voice, the Armorer looked out at the gathered Mandalorians and addressed the child. âYou are now Din Grogu, Mandalorian apprentice.â
âThis is the Way.â
Grogu happily nodded and the Armorer turned to face Din. âYou must leave Mandalore and take your apprentice on his journeys, just as your teacher did for you.â
Din nodded. âThis is the Way.â Bending down, he scooped Grogu up and (Y/N) smiled when his clawed hand rested against the beskar covering Dinâs cheek. âGrogu. Ni kyrâtayl gai saâad.â When he noticed (Y/N)âs confused expression, he softly explained, âItâs a Mandalorian adoption vow; it means âI know your name as my child.â Itâs somethingâŚsomething I shouldâve spoken a long, long time ago.â
(Y/N)âs eyes prickled with unshed tears as she smoothed a hand over the childâs wrinkled head and met his gaze. âNi kyrâtayl gai saâad, Grogu.â Beside her, Din released a shuddering breath and she nervously bit her lip. âDid I say that right? Mandoâaâs pretty difficult to pronounce-â
âIt was perfect, alorâad.â While the Mandalorians began to file out of the chamber, Din pressed his forehead against hers in a Keldabe Kiss and gently squeezed her hand. âNi karâtayl gar darasumm, ner cyarâika riduur.â
She brushed her lips against the beskar covering his mouth as her free hand cradled the side of his helmet. âAnd I love you too, my honorable Mandalorian.â
âSo, I guess this is it.â They looked over to see Bo-Katan standing at the top of the steps, her helmet resting against her hip as a smile played on her lips. âWhatâre you guys gonna do now?â
(Y/N) tilted her head to the side and considered the Nite Owlâs question. âWe havenât really decided yet, but I suppose weâll have plenty of time to figure it out on our way to Adelphi.â
âA lot of rumors are gonna start spreading about what happened here, and itâll be good for Mandalore if Captain Teva and the New Republic hears the truth before the stories,â Din added before helping (Y/N) ascend the damp steps to where Bo-Katan stood. âThanks to the leadership of Bo-Katan Kryze, Mandalore once again belongs to the Mandalorians and the galaxy is free of Moff Gideonâs influence once and for all.â
Bo-Katanâs cheeks flushed pink as she scoffed at Dinâs words. âWell, donât sell yourselves too short on my account. All of this? It just wouldnât be possible without you three landing on Kalevala and showing me that I still had a purpose. I donât know if I can ever repay you for that.â
Taking a step forward, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug and smiled to herself when she immediately returned her embrace. âThereâs nothing to repay, Bo. You were meant to lead your people, just as we were meant to help you reclaim Mandalore.â
When (Y/N) pulled away, Din offered the Nite Owl his hand and nodded as she tightly clasped it. âTake care of yourself, Bo. If you need anything, weâre only a holo-call away.â
Grogu cooed and gave Bo-Katan a small wave, and she chuckled as she blinked away her tears. âIâll miss you too, kid. May the Force be with you.â
With one final smile, Bo-Katan turned and strode out of the chamber after the rest of the Mandalorians, radiating self-assurance with each step she took and looking every bit the leader that Mandalore deserved.
After their long week on Mandalore, the sunshine and warm air of Adelphi was a treat and as (Y/N) piloted the N-1 starfighter down onto the New Republicâs landing pad, she admired the waves gently lapping at the sandy beaches and the lush green foliage framing the rocky hills in the distance. Itâs not hard to see why the New Republic established an outpost on this planet, she thought to herself as Din helped her descend from the starfighter.
âWeâll be back in a few, R5!â (Y/N) called out to the astromech droid and gave him a small wave before accepting her husbandâs gloved hand and gesturing for Grogu to follow them as they walked towards the Quonset hut that housed a lounge bar for the New Republic pilots. âCaptain Tevaâs X-Wing is here, so thatâs good. Do you think heâs expecting us?â
âIâd be surprised if he wasnât.â Din matched her slower pace and glanced down at the child toddling happily beside them. âThe kidâs gonna get a real surprise when we land on Nevarro and donât immediately leave.â
(Y/N) chuckled. âThe little guyâs definitely spent more time in space than on any one planet, but I think heâll be okay. Heâs our son, after all.â
Her husbandâs fingers threaded around her own and gave her hand a loving squeeze as the Quonset doors slid open to reveal the lounge bar. New Republic X-Wing pilots were drinking and chatting amongst themselves at the tables, playing table games and changing the music on the jukebox in the back, and Captain Carson Teva was nursing a glass of spotchka as he leaned against the bar and gave them a jaunty smile. âLet me buy you a drink.â
(Y/N) shook her head and allowed Din to help her slide onto one of the nearby barstools. âThanks, but weâre here on business.â
âWe really appreciate what you two did.â Captain Teva watched in amusement as Grogu jumped up onto the bar and began snacking on a bowl of nuts. âYou made our jobs a lot easier.â
Din merely shrugged his armored shoulders. âWeâve all been chasing Moff Gideon. You wouldâve gotten him eventually; my wife and I just got there first.â
A string of excited babbles drew their attention towards Grogu, who was pointing at the helmets and severed droid heads suspended above the bar, and (Y/N) realized why he was so enthusiastic when she spotted the old IG-11 head resting beside a slashed Stormtrooper helmet. âYour kid sure likes the trophies.â
âItâs not him, kid.â Din turned back to face the officer and explained, âOne of them reminds him of someone he knew.â Captain Teva nodded in understanding and after seeing the encouraging smile on (Y/N)âs face, the Mandalorian continued. âWe have a business proposition.â
The officerâs brow arched. âShoot.â
âThis youngling is my apprentice.â
âWhat does that have to do with me?â
âIâm a bounty hunter by trade; now that heâs with us, Iâll be more selective in my assignments.â One of Dinâs hands rested on the small of (Y/N)âs back as he leaned against the bar beside her. âWe were offered a tract of land on Nevarro by High Magistrate Karga, and weâve decided to accept it.â
âGo on.â
âYou donât have the resources to protect the Outer Rim, let alone hunt down Imperial remnants.â (Y/N)âs smile widened when the officer reluctantly nodded in agreement. âAnd we need work.â
Captain Teva smirked at that. âLet me get this straight: you two want to work for the New Republic?â
âOn a case-by-case basis,â Din corrected. âIndependent contractors.â
(Y/N) nodded. âIâm a seamstress by trade and now that weâre settling down on Nevarro, I was considering taking commissions. That way, I can split my time between my sewing and our assignments.â
âYou and I both know this is against regulation, Captain (Y/L/N). Itâll never get approved.â
There was amusement in Dinâs modulated voice as he replied, âWhich is why you wonât tell them.â
The officer sighed and finished off the rest of his spotchka. âLet me think about it.â
âYou already did,â Din chuckled. âItâs a good deal and you know it.â
âIs that so?â
âMy husband is the most skilled bounty hunter on this side of the galaxy, and I couldnât have saved as many civilians as I did during the Rebellion without being one hell of a smuggler.â Leaning back in her seat, (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest and didnât bother masking her confident grin with a more modest expression. âIn the meantime, all we require is a small advance.â
Din, catching onto what (Y/N) was planning, nodded in agreement and pointed to the severed IG-11 head. âWhat we want in return is that.â
With a small head-shake, the officer slid off his barstool and after a quick word with the bartender, he retrieved the severed IG-11 head for them and they bid their friend goodbye, all three of them comprehending the unspoken arrangement that had just taken place: (Y/N) and Din would selectively accept assignments secretly sent to them by Captain Teva, and their apprehension of rogue Imperial commanders and destruction of any remnants of the Empire would help bring security to the fledgling New Republic. A peaceful life on Nevarro sprinkled with adventure and a little bit of danger, she thought as she cradled the droidâs head against her chest and walked alongside her husband and son towards the starfighter, sounds like a perfect work-life balance to me.
ââŚSo, you really think Iâm the most skilled bounty hunter on this side of the galaxy?â
(Y/N) rolled her eyes and heaved an exasperated sigh even as her lips curved into a reluctant smile. âI doâŚbut that doesnât mean I suddenly think that bounty hunters are better than smugglers. I guess all those rumors about bounty hunters needing their skills validated all the time must be true.â
âAnd I canât believe that smugglersâ egos are so easily threatened by some competition.â
Grogu giggled and jumped up into the cockpit as (Y/N) shot Din a playful glare. âMirâsheb.â
âI love you too, alorâad.â With a chuckle, Dinâs gloved hand caressed her cheek before moving to rest on the small of her back to help her climb into the cockpit. âNow, letâs go homeâŚâ
Alorâad-Captain
Ni kyrâtayl gai saâad-I know your name as my child (adoption vow)
Ni kyrâtayl gar darasuum, ner cyarâika riduur-I love you, my darling wife
Mirâsheb-Smart-ass
A/N: And now weâve only got one more chapter to go! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! Oh, and Iâve created a Spotify playlist of all my favorite music from the world of Star Wars, so if youâre interested in checking it out the link is down below!
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