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I think I have an obsession at this point
My girls. My loves. My wives. My badass Mandalorian babes. How I love you both 🥺
MiniFemSlashFeb2025 Day 23: Please… Fight Me (by @astrobookwormsinger)
Mandalorian Women in (proper) armour are just soooooo. I've been shipping these two since the "take off your helmet" scene skfjsls I'm glad I got to (shittily) draw them for this month! They're practising their fighting skills <3 Side note is there a rule that armourers of a coven should not have any weapons or Beskar for themselves cause I've been wondering that for a while… she fights with her hammer and tongs… please give her a weapon. I love these morally grey queens
Bo’s admiration
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Bo walked around camp after having a heated meeting about trade routes with the new republic and finally agreed on something. She needed a breather after being stuck in her makeshift tent office all week and decided to head to the area around the great forge where most of the living area and shops are established.
Walking around, Bo sees Mandalorians going about their days and stopped to greet her as they spot their Mand'alor. It still amazes her, after all, she broke the darksaber and yet people still follow her. It's thanks to a certain golden helmet Mandalorian that her worries were settled.
Speaking of the Mandalorian, her feeling for the armorer has grown from a simple admiration for station and purpose in the tribe to her now love for the person who put her full trust in taking back their home. Bo is filled with courage after establishing the trade route and thinks it's a good idea to finally show her appreciation to the Armorer, who has helped her all this time when everyone just gave up on her.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV)/Bo-Katan Kryze Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV), Din Djarin, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Fluff, Feelings Realization, Lesbian Bo-Katan Kryze, Bo-Katan Kryze Needs a Hug, Bo-Katan Kryze actually GETS a hug, no beta we die like stormtroopers, Girls in Love Summary:
It's only been a few days since Bo Katan had accidentally joined The Tribe.
And don't get her wrong, it's not that she doesn't want to be there. Quite the opposite, she has been yearning for a home since her people abandoned her. But she's not sure if she's ready yet. More accurately, she's not sure if she's been accepted yet. But a certain blacksmith with a heart and helmet of gold is making Bo realize that maybe she has been, all along.
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Armorer x Bo-Katan sharing a smooch 😘
More of my fave ship ❤️
Armorer put a pauldron on her girl 😏❤️❤️❤️
Din Djarin: “Did you fuck my mom?” Bo-Katan: “Why don’t you take a seat, son.”