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5, 12, and 13 for the mandalorian?

thank you for the ask, lovely anon! here you go:

5) Name one character you headcanon as aroace

din. i could see him as a lot of different aro-spec identities, but i've been headcanoning him as aroace since like ten minutes into episode 1. somehow he embodies both the "no emotions" and "extra room for platonic love" stereotypes at the same time. his entire existence is a big aroace mood.

honestly though, the entire cast of characters is free aro headcanon real estate. none of them express any interest in romance except for the frogs.

12) Which relationship dynamics do you prefer to see? Romantic, platonic, sexual, familial, queerplatonic?

i love platonic (and adoptive) familial relationships. platonic din & literally anyone always warms my genficcer heart. and of course there's the parent-child dynamic between din & grogu, or din & the mandalorian who rescued him as a child. i sometimes read romantic din/omera, but i'd prefer queerplatonic if those fics existed. sexual... no. never. in any fandom.

13) Name two or more characters you think are in a queerplatonic relationship

oh, din & omera for sure. i think omera is straight and attracted to din, but aware on some level that he's not into anyone and is okay that a relationship with him will be a little different. i doubt they label it (or even have the terminology to do so) but to me fics where they're strictly platonic or romantic just feel... off.

the debtor

rating: g (word count 598)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32755144

The Mandalorian watches her do the dishes sometimes. Omera isn’t sure why; she wonders for a while if he’s just lonely, but he never speaks or announces his presence. She figures it out when he joins her at the washbasin one day and picks up a bowl.

“Have you been trying to learn how to wash dishes this whole time?” she asks with a smile, handing him a soapy rag.

He tenses.

“I’m not making fun of you,” she clarifies. “It’s—” Sweet. “Appreciated.”

“I don’t have dishes on the Razor Crest,” the Mandalorian says after a moment. “Mostly I eat ration bars.”

“You must be sick of them by now.” Ration bars have all of the nutrients and none of the taste of real food; Omera can’t imagine eating them on a regular basis.

“They suit my purposes.”

He really doesn’t like empathy, does he. She hands him a wet plate and starts scrubbing at the next one. They work in silence for a while, scrubbing the dishes with soap and then setting them aside to rinse later. Eventually, the stack of dirty dishes she’s already run water over dries up, so they rinse off the soapy dishes and set them aside to dry in the sun before getting the dirty ones wet again. Omera picks up her scrub brush and starts on a cup.

“You’ve been very kind to me,” the Mandalorian says, breaking the silence.

She inclines her head. It’s hard to keep a smile from her face, hearing the way this hardened warrior shyly shapes politeness. “You’re my guest.”

“I know my presence is—hard for you. I take up space. And I frighten the children.”

“You don’t,” Omera says, though she’s not sure which part she’s responding to, taking up space or frightening the children. He doesn’t really do either. Only Winta was ever afraid of him, and that faded quickly. The Mandalorian is stiff around children, like he’s afraid he’ll break them if he makes the slightest move, but he is always gentle. No one in the village fears him anymore. And he takes up little space, so little that sometimes she wishes he’d take up more.

“I owe you.”

Is that why you learned how to wash dishes? “You don’t,” she repeats. “Besides, this is your payment for helping us with the raiders, remember? You asked for lodging.”

The Mandalorian’s head tilts toward her before turning back to the washbasin. “You’ve given me more than lodging.”

Not much, she thinks. Just extra bedding and warm food and an ear to listen on occasion. She wonders what his life has been like, that such basic kindness is a luxury. “Hasn’t anyone ever done something for you just to be nice? Without expecting anything in return?”

The Mandalorian’s head scythes towards her, his chest rising and falling sharply. Omera meets his gaze. The question hangs between them: too forward, probably, but she can’t take it back now. She doesn’t bother disguising the mingled nervousness and curiosity on her face, though she does hide the sympathy. She knows he wouldn’t appreciate it.

“Once,” he says.

She hesitates, wondering if he wants her to ask further questions. He doesn’t seem like the sort of person who likes to talk about his past, but sometimes—

“It’s why I swore the Creed,” he says before she can work out a response. His head slants away from her, staring at the last plate in his hands. “I will never be able to repay that debt.”

The Mandalorian sets the plate out to dry and ducks out of the hut.

[ID: Venn Diagram with one circle titled “Tried to kill Din at least once” and the other titled “Will babysit his child”. Under “Tried to kill him at least once” are pictures of Moff Gideon and Xi’an, while Frog Lady, Omera, and Peli are under “Will babysit his child”. The “both” category has the most people, with Mayfeld, Fennec, Boba Fett, Greef Karga, Cara, and Ahsoka. End ID.]

i would love to see a din/omera qpr. just imagine:

omera's allo, but she was never that into romance and sex. she thought she'd stay single forever until she fell in love with her husband, and after he died she didn't feel the need to remarry.

din's an oriented aroace who never thought he'd find someone who was interested in the sort of relationship he wanted. he's alone, and he's fine with that.

and then they meet each other.

din leaves sorgan after the bounty hunter tracks down grogu, and they think that's it. but after grogu's completed a year of training, din returns. for good, this time. they become - something. two people who relate to each other more than they ever have to anyone else. life partners who raise their kids together, grow old together, know each other so well they can have an entire conversation without speaking - and never kiss or have sex. they hold hands and hug and it makes them happier than anything.

neither of them feel incomplete when they're single. there's none of that "i'd die without you!" they'd move on.

they don't need each other, but they want each other. they're happy alone, but they decide to be happy together.

i am firmly convinced that din djarin is aro-spec and asexual.

(quick disclaimer: i speak for myself. not all aros and aces share my experiences with aromanticism and asexuality.)

one thing that’s always struck me about din is how much he values platonic relationships. cara and kuill aren’t any less important to him than omera. that’s not necessarily an a-spec thing, but it’s rare for straight characters on tv. it’s even rarer for the focus of the show to be a platonic, father-son relationship rather than a romantic one. aro-coding? definitely.

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