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#Bo-Katan x The Armorer
manofbeskar · 1 year
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lesbian bo-katan strikes again
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itberice · 1 year
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"Lady Kryze, your reinforcements have arrived." Bo-Katan Kryze + The Armorer in The Mandalorian Season 3
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hedonistbyheart · 1 year
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The blindfold stays on.
I’m too in love with the idea of the Armorer being a Zabrak to let it go, but I cannot settle on what kind, so now she’s got nightsister colorings and nightbrother horns🤷‍♀️
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ahhhsami · 1 year
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Just friends rebuilding an entire nation.
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yuristarwars · 1 year
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“Din’s the soft dad!” “No, Luke’s the soft dad!” Fools. Both of them would put Grogu in a fighting pit for a single credit. His two lesbian aunts are the only ones that are “soft” with him.
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hotpinkrathian · 28 days
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Tortured Poets Department do your thing and inspire the fanfic writers 😌
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mommymothma · 5 months
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Women of star wars after reading their AO3 tags
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kalevalakryze · 9 months
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martianbugsbunny · 1 year
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Bo-Katan and the Armorer are adopting a little girl and failing to successfully braid her hair together
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kalak · 1 year
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Bo x armorer is such an enlightened ship tbh. Two armored space lesbians. They're both tsunderes. It'd make din so confused. It's perfect
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khaoticdax · 1 year
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I Will Ferry Them
So! My finished NiteArmor fic is here!
If you guys like this, please let me know and I’d be happy to write more fics with this pairing. 
Read it down below, or here is the AO3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/46734988
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“These here are too weak to continue.
We must return to the Gauntlet and I will ferry them back to the fleet in the morning.”
That was one of the last things that The Armorer said to Bo-Katan before she boarded The Gauntlet with the wounded to take them back to the capital ship.
“This is the way.”
Were the actual last words, and they weren’t directed towards her.
As she watched The Gauntlet leave the atmosphere of Mandalore, the only thing on Bo-Katan’s mind was the interactions between the two of them. The oh-so-tense tension between them.
From the Armorer immediately accepting her into the Convert without question. To asking - if that’s what someone could even call it - Bo to remove her helmet in front of her at the forge after saving the foundling . The Armorer supporting her in bringing together all the clans of Mandalore under one roof. Volunteering to help take back their home planet. It had sparked something in her that she wasn't quite sure she appreciated.
It was only mere hours before the rest of the Mandalorians had been lured into an Imperial base just off the Great Forge.
Trapped.
Trapped is what they were. Din on the other side of the door. Moff Gideon alive, wearing beskar no less. Din was dragged away by Gideon's troops. As Bo-Katan opened a path in the door behind them with the Darksaber, Paz held his ground.
"This is the Way."
Running.
They had to run and hide. There was nothing they could do for Din now. Or Paz. Bo-Katan was almost convinced this attempt to retake Mandalore had failed.
“Lady Kryze, your reinforcements have arrived.”
There was that voice again. The voice that had led Bo-Katan through. The voice that had been able to calm her nerves when she needed it the most - and no one else could calm her down. The Armorer. A small smile crept up upon Bo-Katan’s lips and she replaced her helmet, getting ready to take back her homeworld.
Once outside, the site was not as pretty as one had would hope. The Imperials had launched TIE’s and a few of the ships had taken fire, crashing down to the barren ground in a big ball of flames.
One ship. Two ship. Maybe more?
That couldn’t be Kryze’s concern now. They all knew that danger that this mission would bring to them, but they all also understood how important it was. Following the remaining ships back to the Imperial base. With the reinforcements it seemed more likely that it would be a success. That Mandalore would finally be back in the hands of the Mandalorians once again. The pride of this idea swelled within Bo-Katan’s chest, and at the idea of being able to show the Armorer the Great Forge. Hope. It was something Bo had not allowed herself to feel in a very long time and she was very weary of feeling it now.
Ablaze.
The battle didn’t last very long. Axe Woves, and his quick thinking, had led to the defeat of Moff Gideon and the rest of the Imp’s on Mandalore. Even if it had meant the destruction of the Darksaber, and even Bo’s right hand. Luckily, the foundling Grogu was able to save her and Din from the blaze. They survived, scars and scratches to prove it. Once they finally reunited with the rest of the Mandalorians on the surface, Bo noticed someone missing. She assumed the Armorer was just tending to the wounded somewhere out of view. Walking up to Koska, Bo-Katan knew it was time to address their losses. She could take care of herself later when everything else was taken care of.
“How many ships did we lose to the Imps?” Her voice calm and collected, expecting it to be an impact but not a major one.
Koska turned, fear spread across her eyes as she looked at the red head. It was very rare for any Mandalorian to express fear, especially to a commanding officer. Bo had never seen Koska with this expression on her face.
“What?” Lady Kryze asked, hoping to pull the information out of her friend.
“Your ship…” Koska started, her voice quiet and her eyes trying their best to not make contact with the lady in front of her. “Was one of the ones to fall..”
Bo-Katan’s eyes widened, but if that was the cost of retaking her homeworld, it was only a small price to pay. “Such fear over a ship?” She joked towards the smaller women. Koska shook her head.
“No… It was who was flying your ship.” Koska stated plainly and stared directly into Bo-Katan’s eyes - hoping it would get the point across without having to say the words. A shocked gasp left the red head's lips and her eyes widened. No.
“Where?”
Koska pointed in a direction and before she could say something else, Bo had her helmet on and was sprinting to take off. The Mandalorian sighed and turned back to her work. There was no use in going after their leader, there was no stopping her.
Too far.
It seemed too far to the wreckage of her own ship. Her ship crashed in a blazing fury. Her people dying in her ship. Her Armorer?
Landing and continuing in a sprint, only stopping a few meters from the crash. The atmosphere had killed most of the flames by now, but it was still smoldering. The corpses smoking - the only thing left of them was their beskar. She took in the sight before her, steeling herself for what she had to do next.
Frantically, Bo-Katan searched the wreckage - hoping she wouldn’t find what Koska implied she would find. Tossing wreckage over her shoulders, trying her best to not injure her right hand anymore but there were more important things right now. It wasn’t until she reached what had once been the cockpit that she saw it. It stopped her right in her tracks.
There it was. The golden horned helmet. Bo could almost feel her heart crack under her beskar chestplate, as a quiet sob left her throat. Slowly, as if to hope she would wake up from this nightmare, the Mandalorian approached the helmet and gently picked it up in her hands.
Spark.
A spark from the smoldering electronics lit ablaze again causing Kryze to rush away from the wreckage, cradling the helmet close to her chest.
Away. Away. Away.
As far away as her legs would carry her, she ran away from her dreams where they laid on fire. Dropping to her legs as they gave out, she placed the golden helmet down on the ground. Ripping off her own helmet, she tossed it aside - not caring for anything reminding her right now. Tears had already been falling from her eyes but the helmet had kept them from falling to the ground - now they did. Her eyes blurry, Bo-Katan slowly cradled the golden symbol in her hands.
“Why?..” A oh-so quiet question to the person who had once worn this - who was now buried due to Bo’s dream. Her right hand carefully caressed the right side of the helmet. Her broken hand and her broken heart touching.
“I thought I would get to tell you in person.” She chuckled, her voice hurt, “She did it. The Great Forge and all of Mandalore is ours again.”
Shaking where she kneel, Bo could feel her hope she was so weary to feel again finally leave her. Her pride was not far behind it either. All the times she could have said something to a living person had passed and now she was faced with the situation before her - holding it in her hands.
“I thought I would get to tell you how I felt in person…” She whispered, “How you made me feel and how you made me stronger.” Subconsciously, Kryze had started rocking back and forth, sobs leaving her chest without her even knowing it. There were so many more words that could be said, but they didn’t matter now did they? They would only fall on non-existent ears anymore.
“Maybe you already knew?...” Maybe. It was all she could think. Hope? No, she wouldn’t hope anymore. Hope had always led her to more pain.
Bo-Katan slowly lifted the golden heart up to her forehead and closed her eyes. It was the closest she would ever get to being able to show her affection for the Armorer.
She stayed that way for a good while before finally remembering she had people to take care of. If she was gone too long they would have to send someone to find her and the last thing she needed right now was for someone to see her in this state.
“I will do my best to make you proud… To lead our people as you would have.”
Slowly, the Mand’alor stood up straight, the golden sun still in her hands, and walked to pick up her own helmet - quickly placing it back on her head. No one would ever see her like this. She refused.
As she turned back in the direction of the camp, she muttered one last thing - she couldn’t talk to a human-less helmet when she was around anyone, “You’ll love the Great Forge. I’ll be sure to show you, at least once…”
As the fire of her own ship died down behind her, Bo-Katan of House Kryze walked back to her people - her only strength resting in her hands in that golden horned helmet.
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patchodraws · 8 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV)/Bo-Katan Kryze Characters: The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV), Bo-Katan Kryze Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Metaphors, in which bo-katan likens herself to beskar, oh how will her armourer shape her?, Mand'alor Bo-Katan Kryze, Post-The Mandalorian (TV) Season/Series 03, The Mandalorian (TV) Spoilers Series: Part 10 of sapphic smut cinematic universe Summary:
A wayward hand rises to take the Armourer’s wrist, a gentle grip guiding it back up slightly to meet the curve of her breast. Even through the metal, the touch is enough to send her heart racing.
“Oh, but you see,” Bo-Katan purrs, her voice sultry and coaxing, “there’s something that it can’t protect me from. No matter what I do, there’s this heat that I keep feeling, and when I’m around you, this armour doesn’t stop it one bit.”
Bo-Katan’s cheeks burn at her own words, prickling with what must be a rich blush. She’s never had the opportunity to speak like this, to arm herself with desire for a willing target. It’s intoxicating, a power that surpasses what the throne could ever give her, and it only serves to enkindle her more when she hears the faint echo of the Armourer’s breaths growing deeper.
“Curious,” the Armourer notes quietly; her hand remains fixed on the curve of her armour, but her thumb gently traces the outline of an old scratch in the grey paint. “I’ve faced similar afflictions.”
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Bo-Katan has a sweltering affliction. The Armourer has the tools to mend it.
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itberice · 1 year
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hedonistbyheart · 1 year
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I think it’s interesting that the Bo-Katan/Armorer dynamic I see in fanworks a lot, when the Armorer is the one being bossy, is Bo-Katan protesting or “fighting back” against her taking the lead, being feisty in their dynamic.That is a large part of her personality in general, for sure, but  NOT with the Armorer. She generally lets the Armorer take the lead in the show, she’s respectful, even shy, certainly more vulnerable and honest than we ever see her with anyone else.
When the Armorer says “take off your helmet” Bo-Katan protests, but it’s a small, hesitant “but-”, she worries about what the request means because it matters to her what the Armorer thinks, it matters whether or not this is a test of her resolve to follow the creed or even a dismissal of her belonging with the covert altogether. Then the Armorer essentially goes “do you trust me?” and Bo-Katan decides that, yes, she does. She respects the Armorer’s station and she wants to meet her expectations, so she obeys without a fuss.
She also trusts her with the secret of the mythosaur, opening herself up to everything from ridicule to angry dismissal, but trusting the Armorer enough to at least try to offer an unlikely truth.
A large part of what I love about their relationship is that trust. Bo-Katan trusts Din to have her back in a bind and that’s what he reaffirms in his chivalrous declaration to her, a lovely culmination of their adversarial beginnings, but she trusts the Armorer with her personal vulnerabilities; her spiritual uncertainty, and I love that BECAUSE they’re both so powerful. 
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cyborgamazon · 1 year
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Mandalorian season 3 really did just grab me by the throat and force me to start shipping them
spoilers for Mando S3, heck off.
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queens
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lunarlathe · 1 year
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Chapter 2 anyone?
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