I've always wanted to write a DinBo story after season 3, and I pretty much ate almost all the fics of DinBos (though I didn't like the shameless smuts), but I didn't know what to write about.
And then I came across Gal Gadot's Instagram, and I thought, 'Hey, didn't Wonder Woman have that one adorable scene with Steve?'
And voila, here it is. I'm trying to make it as canon as possible in my own way, especially since we don't know what season 4 will be about since they took Mandalore already. So it's like…' now what?'
Get married of course!
So, I'm going to write what I can first and see where it goes. Note that this is a slow burn.
Takes place after the final battle.
The once war-torn streets of Mandalore were now adorned with vibrant colours and echoes of celebration.
The Mandalorians, be it the Children of the Watch and the Nite Owls, having reclaimed their planet from the clutches of tyranny, revelled in their hard-won victory as one. Even her closest comrades Axe and Koska were dancing like there is no tomorrow as they drank their share of alcohol.
Bo-Katan Kryze sat on fallen rubbles alone amidst the joyous chaos in the centre of the city of Sundari, her helmet placed beside her, sitting on the rubbles. Her armour bore the scars of battle, but her heart filled with a sense of fulfilment as she watched her people gathering together and celebrating their victories.
This is what she had fought for for so long. What her sister fought for so long after being divided for decades. Mandalore is finally one.
We've done it, Satine, she said to her sister in her heart, We finally won back our planet.
She was lost in thought that she didn't realize the footsteps and the low hum of a familiar pod coming towards her. She looked up to see the shiny silver beskar armour of Din Djarin, in his hands are two mugs, most likely filled with the alcohol she saw Axe and Koska downed, and his son floating on his pod while munching whatever food was cooking in that bonfire.
"You know, you never told me that some of our people are party animals," Din said with a chuckle as he handed her a mug. "Took me forever just for a drink."
She laughed, it reminds her how she tried to get him a drink when he found out more about their kinds when they first met. "Can you blame them? Our people had suffered so long to fight for a home," but as she tried to unclasp her hand to receive the mug, she winced at the pain of her hand, pulling it away from Din's offer.
The pain of her right hand being crushed by the tyrant Gideon has not recovered yet. She hadn't moved with that hand to realize how serious it is.
Din was immediately alert, setting the mugs beside her on a half-broken brick bench, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," she tried to shrug it off.
"It can't be nothing if you can't even pick up a drink," he carefully holds her injured hand and inspects it. For a deadly warrior, he sure has gentle hands that remind her of her father. "It's broken," he concluded his findings, "Why didn't you see the medic?"
"They are tending to the injured first," since the Death Watch, she had always prioritized the ones who seek a lot more attention than she does. It was also how her father taught her to lead, to put others' needs before hers.
Din sighed, "I suppose it can't be helped," he then turned to his son while still holding her injured hand, "Hey buddy, care for a 'hand' here?"
She scoffed at the words he used, "Very funny, Din."
He shrugged, "What more can I say," he knelt to his son's eye level, "Grogu, we need your help here."
Even before Din asked for his help, the child seems to understand what he needs to do. Grogu leapt out of his pod and landed on Bo's lap, he has been so comfortable with her in their journeys together that he had no problem doing this aside from his father.
Din carefully moved her hand in front of the child, "You know what to do, kid."
Grogu babbled something incoherently but distinctively nodded before lifting his tiny hands and placing them on hers. The child closed his eyes, his little brows furrowed, concentrating on his powers. Bo had seen Jedis like Ahsoka did this to channel their Force powers, but to see it up close and from a tiny child feels surreal.
Suddenly, the sound of pop came from her hand, she felt her bones mending themselves and the muscle strains began to relax. Little by little, the pain began to lift and soon enough, her hand felt a lot more flexible.
She pulled her hand away from them both, clenching and unclenching it. The pain is gone! Completely gone!
Grogu, with his big black eyes, looked at her to see some kind of confirmation, whining for some reply.
Bo smiled at him, "You surprised me more than I thought today, don't you little one," she strokes his head gently. Today, she had witnessed so many miracles from the child. First his way of stopping the fight between Mandalores, the evasion of the flaming fire, and now this. Perhaps having a Jedi child with them isn't so bad, especially an adorable one that always made her heart joyful at the sight of him. "Thank you, Grogu."
"Patu," the child babbled happily before he sat on her lap, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Ahh, too many magic tricks today, didn't you," Din chuckled through his visor as he picked the sleepy child up and placed him carefully into his pod. Grogu immediately lay down, out within seconds, "He tends to wear himself off if he used his powers too much." Din then picked up the mugs and handed one to her. "He's got a lot of exercising to do if he's going to master his abilities."
"One step at a time," she replied as she accepted the mug, catching a whiff of the sweet alcohol, "Thank you."
He nodded, clinked his mug with hers and looked back to the crowd in front of them, watching their people enjoying each others' company instead of feeling awkward amongst themselves. She took a sip of her drink, letting the alcohol soothe all the stresses she faced earlier today. It is starting to take effect, but not too quickly.
Several torches lit up the area, making it look like a festival that she used to attend all those years ago. The sound of sizzling somewhere, the joyous chorus, children running around playfully, the sloppy dancing and the howling laughter of joy…..it's everything she had dreamed to see again.
"You did this," Din said as he drank, breaking the silence. She turned to him, "You finally accomplished what you fought for for so long."
Bo smiled at him, "We did." That fateful day, if it weren't for him coming to her castle whilst, in her depressed state, she would never have continued the journey she gave up on upon losing the Darksaber. It was because of him that she started her journey. Well….both Din and Grogu.
She turned back to the scene before them, feeling satisfied and joyful that all her hard work had bore fruit. And perhaps even more, "Against all odds, we've got our planet back," she told him, "We fought for our people, for our home. This victory belongs to all Mandalorians."
He nodded, "Your father would be proud."
Bo looked down, suddenly feeling shy from his compliment. She had only mentioned her father once, and yet this man knows how much her Buir meant to her, "We make a good team." She remembered their battle together to take down Gideon. They were in sync as they anticipate his next move, covering each other, back to back as all Mandalores should. They are truly stronger together.
"Yea, we did," he simply replied before they all stayed silent again. Listening to the chorus of joy whilst listening to Grogu's peaceful snore.
"So, is this what Mandalore dancing looks like before the war?" Din asked.
She laughed, "I think so," she vaguely remembered all the celebrations when she was young. The war happened before she could have the luxury to remember anything to do with entertainment. "But these people are drunk."
She spotted Axe wildly flailing his hands, one holding a mug of alcohol, and singing their traditional song.
A kurshi redalur bal waterfalls Gev
tion'tuur she sings, she sings "come home"
a kurshi redalur bal waterfalls Gev
tion'tuur she sings, she sings "come home"
tion'tuur she sings, she sings "come home"
(But trees dance and waterfalls stop
When she sings, she sings "Come home"
But trees dance and waterfalls stop
When she sings, she sings "Come home"
When she sings, she sings "come home")
"There he goes again," she shook her head, watching how her comrade drunkenly sang. She can see Koska frowning as she had to occasionally hold his arm, keeping him from falling down as he continued clapping and spinning to meet everyone's gaze around him. But even so, she's grateful that this side of his is finally released after such a long time, "I haven't heard him sing in years."
"Is this his habit?"
"Yea, when we won small victories, that is. Or when duty doesn't call," she begrudgingly remembered how the three of them celebrated when they stole an imperial ship. How they celebrated? Well, the scene before them is the exact carbon copy.
But those moments are rare, considering that they had to find a way to take back Mandalore in those days. So celebrating like this is already counted as a luxury. Even the serious Armorour the Wise joined in, clapping with encouragement.
"You don't wanna join them, Bo?" Din asked innocently, he must've spotted his matriarch too.
Bo laughed, "The last thing I want to do is to carry his behind back to the ship," she crossed her arms.
"Well, that'll be a night for him to remember," he chuckled, "the warrior Axe Woves had his backside dragged by the Duchess of Mandalore."
"Don't even go there," Bo frowned at him, she's still getting used to the idea that her title is now Duchess. Truthfully, it really sounds odd to her. But it's a reality that she must face now that she's the leader of the whole Mandalore.
"What a sight to see," Din replied.
"And honestly, I can't dance," She admitted.
Din quickly turned to her, "Not even once?" Sounding so shocked under his vocoder.
"When I was young," she answered, "Now, I only know how to dance with a blaster."
Suddenly, Axe shushed them all, and the area became somewhat silent. Only the sound of crackling fire could be heard. The warrior began to sing gently whilst a soft string of a violin accompanied.
O'r buyacir ne'tra cerar, Ni kemir solus
jaon te glacier Ni gotal'ur ner ara
o'r te kurs, a mesh'la dala sings, " tion'tuur Kelir gar olaror yaim?"
(In storm black mountain, I walk alone
Over the glacier, I make my way
In the forest, a beautiful woman sings, "When will you come home?")
"Well," Din suddenly stood up after placing his mug aside, "If you are going to lead Mandalore, there are bound to be a lot of political parties. And seeing that you can't dance, I may as well teach you how to dance, you poor thing," he lightly poked her forehead playfully, catching her full attention to him. She doesn't know when Din had this much courage to do such a thing to her, yet she didn't find any of those things to upset her. It was like the time when he just called her 'Bo' when only her family and friends could call her that. Yet here he is, somehow able to earn that right from her, and she doesn't know how and when, "And preferably without blasters."
Bo let out an insulted grunt, "In my defence, I did not have the time to learn those amid war."
"Yea, yea, I heard that before," he shrugged her words off again, only Din could say such things like this to her. "Now, Lady Kryze," he offered his hand to her, "May I have this dance?"
Bo-Katan's lips curled into a tender smile, a mix of surprise and warmth lighting up her expression. She placed her mug down, ready to take up this man's offer, "You're telling me you know how to dance?" Din Djarin, the mighty warrior, knows such thing as dancing.
"I had a couple to get some information during my time working," he answered casually.
Without thinking, Bo took his hand and lightly pulled her up, "What a sight to see," she mirrored his answer to him. "And if I'm going to Plazir-15 again, dancing with droids, I'll need to know how to dance."
"You're not going to Plazir-15," He lowly grumbled. She liked how Din gets annoyed with the droids on that planet. It made him look adorable.
"Of course, I am," she slyly replied, "Why wouldn't I? Even Grogu enjoyed his stay there."
"Well for one, you don't know how to dance," he walked her a little further from where they sat but not too far from Grogu's pod. Din probably still wants to keep an eye on his sleeping boy. "So, I'm going to teach you the basics."
"And I suppose you can teach me," she asked, looking straight at his visor.
He chuckled, "All right, so give me your hand," she obliged, feeling the warmth of his hand, "And I'm going to put my arm around you," she shuddered at how his arm snaked around her waist, her chest pressed right at his armour, "And we just….sway."
She lightly laughed at how simple his teaching is, "This is how you accept contracts?"
"Amazing, isn't it?" he chuckled. "To get connections and new friends, you all need some entertainment. That's what it's all about."
"I see," she looked down, suddenly feeling shy about how close they are. But come to think of it, they have grown closer. Their friendship, and now, literally close together. This simple thing they did…..it feels so….she can't describe or find the word. But it must be something so normal if Din does it, he didn't fight in the Clone Wars.
As the crowd around them swayed to the rhythm of the music, Din and Bo found their tempo. They moved with a grace that mirrored the synchrony of their spirits, their steps weaving through the space with delicate elegance.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still. The cheers and laughter around them faded into a distant hum, leaving only the gentle touch of their hands and the unspoken connection between them. Their eyes locked, conveying more than words ever could.
"Is this what people do when there are no wars to fight?" she softly asked, curious about a world without war now that the empire had fallen and they have defeated Gideon. If Din was able to dance during his works, then he must've known what it's like a world without wars. The Clone Wars ended when he was young, unlike her. He had battles, but they are not wars.
"Yea," he answered, squeezing her hand gently, "this and other things."
"Like?" she asked again, she wanted to know…no. She wanted to remember a time when there were no wars. With each step, their armoured bodies moved in unison, "Go on."
He looked up for a second, obviously thinking hard. His hand felt a little lighter than usual, "Well….They have breakfast."
She laughed, "It's not like we never have one."
"Like a proper one," he answered, "Warm food on the table, no rations or anything instant," that does sound wonderful, she had developed a stale taste of them since her Death Watch era, "And emm," he continued, his hand tangled in hers began to fidget, "…they love to wake up, read some holo news before going to work."
Bo licked her lips, suddenly realizing that they are scorched while absorbing what he said. Her heart ached, envious of how simple others were able to have that kind of life. Not on the run, no war, and just being with the people they love, "Must be a simple life."
"Yea," he agreed, "But our lives are meant for so much more it seems."
She hummed in agreement, remembering the duties they both have for their planet and themselves. But they can think about that later, "What else do they do?" she asked again, feeling curious about what domestic life is like. Away from responsibilities and duties.
"Well," suddenly he sound nervous but continued to sway with her, he turned away from her for a moment, he was looking elsewhere but at her. Thinking hard again. "They emm…..get married. Start a family," he finally said. Her heart felt content at that answer. "Make some babies and grow old together. I guess."
Bo stared at him, feeling drawn to his little stories, finding solace in his words and his arms. A life where she can finally live without war, something that they both fought together. To see that kind of activity he described happening at Mandalore. "What is it like?" she asked under her breath.
Din looked back at her, really looking at her. If only she could see his face….She wanted to see what lies underneath that helmet when he told her all this. "I have no idea."
Suddenly, the weight of the realization that he will have to leave Mandalore tomorrow came piling up on her. Her heart clenched tightly, sinking at the looming inevitable.
He's going to leave her.
The man whom she had walked through hells to take back their planet won't be with her for who knows how long. He had known her struggles, her hardship, her joy and sadness, all the things she usually doesn't share with Axe or Koska.
She had grown attached to Din Djarin that it felt foreign to be alone. He and his little son had somehow filled the gap in her heart that she couldn't mend. The connection and spark they developed together is impossible to break now after what they've both been through. Too bright to kill the lights.
Din is the very reason that she could get this far. He is the one who helped her to be better, to get out of her shell, and finally, with a small push from the Armourer, to be the person she was meant to be. What Satine would've wanted her to be.
And now, he's leaving her to train his son. And there's nothing she could do. Grogu needs his training.
Feeling her head becoming heavy with this thought, she slowly laid her head onto his shoulder, finding a comfortable spot as her cheek is pressed onto his beskar armour, "You're leaving tomorrow."
He took a while to answer, "Yes," yet he sounded so sad just like her.
She nodded, "I understand."
"We'll stop by from time to time," he told her, reassuring her, "This isn't goodbye forever. I still serve you, Lady Kryze."
"Yea," she whispered, "But I got used to having you and the kid around. It'll be lonely without you, I don't think my heart can handle it." Funny how times changed so fast. For a long time, she had been alone, yet after travelling with Din and Grogu, going solo feels so far away now. She doesn't know how to deal with it in the coming days after this.
She felt him nodding, "I feel the same way."
Bo looked up at him, trying to search his eyes through that Buckethead of a helmet, "You promise to visit?"
"Would stop by for some of your pog soup," he teased, "Grogu would miss your cooking."
She can't help but pull her lips to a grin, "Only if you keep your promise."
Amid their swaying, Din suddenly pressed his helmet forehead on hers, staying like that for a long time. It took her a second to realize what he is doing.
The Keldabe Kiss. She gasps at the contact, feeling the cold metal on her forehead. Her eyes began to turn glassy, and her breath had created a fog on his helmet. They are so close, yet it felt so far.
"My heart belongs to you," he simply answered under his breath. Gentle as the breeze of Mandalore, the hand that clasped hers found its way around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "It always has."
That declaration is enough to know that her feelings aren't one-sided. If it weren't for that helmet, she'd kiss him right there and then.
But with people around them, there's no way she could do that. She'll have to make do with what they can have for now. "So do I."
As the music began to fade, Din and Bo halted, their bodies still but their gazes ablaze with shared determination. And as the night sky sparkled with the glow of a thousand stars, Din and Bo embraced. Savouring what little time they had left, feeling each other's warmth, company and dare she say, love. Din's side of his helmet pressed at the side of her head, and Bo's tucked hers between his neck and shoulder. They fit so perfectly.
"I'll miss you so much," she let out a small sob.
"Me too," he whispered.
"You'll send me a holo?" she needs to make sure.
"Every day," he answered.
"Good," her heart felt lighter now, knowing that even across the galaxy, they'll still find a way to be together. To remain together. No matter how far apart they are, no matter how stretched the galaxy is, the stars in their hearts would guide them to each other. Always.
And unbeknownst to the couple, Grogu watched his parents hugging. The youngest member of the Mudhorn clan could feel their emotions at the idea of going their different ways. He sputtered, also determined not to let his father's mind slip on the idea of visiting her during their travels.
Yeah, I slipped Loki's song. It somehow fits their moments haha!
And I don't believe he didn't say goodbye to his lovebird after that Forge scene. No way. Not after he had pledged himself to her.
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Claire.