#Leias waiting for Din to be her brother in law.

[eglerieth]

All these posts going around saying that by Din’s logic, the Darksaber belongs to Sidious, here’s my take

the Mandalorians are all gathered together in some cave somewhere. Someone realizes that ownership of the Darksaber was decided on the second Death Star. Din summons Luke because someone mentioned that he was the last person to see Sheev alive.

Luke: yes?

Din: Emperor Palpatine was the last person to own an heirloom that makes a person the leader of my people.

Luke: Um… I don’t know much about your people, but… given that you live in this galaxy, I’m assuming the Empire hurt you in some major way. I’m guessing you are averse to his possessing this heirloom.

Mandalorians: *nodding

Luke: also, he was a Sith Lord, so, again, not an ideal king

those scattered Mandalorians that actually know what a dar’jettii is: 😳🤯😳🤯- no wait that makes sense

some random Mandalorian: also, he’s dead, right?

Luke: yup, definitely dead. I watched him get thrown a reactor shaft myself.

Armorer: by whom? The darksaber is won in combat, so whoever killed him gets it

Luke: Darth Vader

Mandalorians: yeah, that’s not much better. And he’s ALSO dead, right? Who killed HIM?

Luke: …The Emperor

Mandalorians:

Din: if the Emperor killed him, how did he manage to kill the Emperor?

Luke: the Emperor electrocuted him, and then he threw the Emperor down the reactor shaft, and meanwhile the electricity from a few seconds ago was shorting out his life support suit, and then he died in my arms. It was actually very emotional.

Everyone, who thought Luke had managed to walk out of the throne room because he somehow killed the two most powerful people in the galaxy:

Luke: yeah, no, I basically just stood there and got provoked and then electrocuted. I’d be dead if Vader hadn’t died to save me.

Paz: why would he do that?

Luke: because he’s my father.

Mandalorians: 😲

Luke: I don’t let on about it because people might have some things to say about the hero of the Rebellion being the son of the Empire’s worst enforcer.

Armorer: It does not matter who your father is, only what kind of father you will be. This is the Way.

Mandalorians: This is the Way.

Luke: Thanks. I like that.

Paz, who is a Viszla, the House that held the Darksaber for centuries: The Darksaber can also be inherited. Wait- does this make you Mand’alor?!

Luke, with even more horror than Din had in that position: no no no no no. I’m not even Mandalorian, and even if I was, I have enough to do with rebuilding the Jedi order, which isn’t going so great, thanks for asking. The last thing I want is to get involved in any kind of political stuff. That’s my sister’s job.

Mandalorians: you have a sister?

Luke: yeah, Leia Organa

Mandalorians: the Hutt Slayer?!

Luke: I- yeah, the Hutt slayer. Not how she’s usually introduced…

Mandalorians: *agreeing that the renowned Hutt Slayer would be a much better Mand’alor than this jetii twink*

Bo-Katan, who actually knows something about the New Republic: But isn’t Senator Organa a leading member of the New Republic? We don’t want Mandalore to be part of the New Republic.

Luke: Leia is one hundred percent Alderaanian. Her allegiance may be to the New Republic, but her culture and beliefs are her own.

some random Mando: if you’re her brother, are you from Alderaan too?

Luke: no, doofus. I’m from Tatooine.

Din, trying to improve his small talk: I have a friend on Tatooine. Boba Fett? He’s the leader now.

Luke, choking: BOBA FETT’S ALIVE?!

Din: you know him?

Luke: he captured my brother-in-law, froze him in carbonite, and sold him to Jabba. We had to spend a year away from the war effort to rescue him!

Din: *awkward*

Armorer, trying to steer the focus back to the Darksaber: Are you the firstborn, or your sister? The Darksaber passes to the oldest child.

Luke: I don’t actually know. We’re twins, and have no idea who was at our birth who can tell us. Maybe my father would know? I’ll ask him now.

Mandalorians: isn’t he dead?

Luke: yeah, but I can talk to his ghost.

Mandalorians:

Luke summons Anakin. Grogu whimpers and hides behind Din. To everyone else, Luke is talking to thin air.

Luke: hello father, do you know if me or Leia is older?

Anakin: of course not, idiot. I didn’t even know either of you existed until a few years ago!

Luke: oh, right.

Anakin: Obi-Wan would know. He was the one who stole you from me.

Luke: really, father, we’ve gotta work on your tact.

Anakin: why? Obi-Wan was the kriffing Negotiator, not me.

Luke: he was called the Negotiator?

Bo-Katan, wincing at a million memories and knowing exactly who they’re talking about despite only hearing one side of the conversation: I could never get my sister to shut up about Kenobi. Insufferable jetii, always hanging off her arm.

Luke: Ben was a Mandalorian’s escort?!

Armorer: Ben is a Mandalorian name. Was he Mandalorian?

Luke: 😲

Luke: I don’t think so…?

Bo-Katan, reminiscing: I’m pretty sure my sister gave him that name.

Luke: My nephew was named after him. I can’t believe my nephew has a Mandalorian name.

Mandalorians: nephew?

Luke: yeah, he’s adorable. Here, I have pictures. *starts showing pictures of baby Ben Solo*

The Mandalorians, being Mandalorians, are utterly won over by the smallest Skywalker. The idea of Leia is a leader is growing more popular. Luke summons Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan: hello there, Luke. What the hell are you doing in a cave with a gajillion Mandalorians?

Luke: Hi, Ben, we just wanted to know, was I or Leia born first?

Obi-Wan: You. I’ll never forget it. You were both such beautiful babies.

Luke: …right…

Paz, staring at the wall where he thinks Obi-Wan is but is actually Anakin’s elbow: What did he say?

Luke: I’m older -

Luke: Oh.

Luke: Kriff

Din: Dank Farrik

Everyone else: *thinking the same thing but to polite to say it*

Bo-Katan: although…it could still be won in combat.

Luke, ringing up Leia on his comm: Good evening, dear sister. Would you mind flying out to the location on my transponder and kicking my ^*s?

Leia, all blue and wavy on the comm: I never mind kicking your %#s, Luke, but why?

Luke: if you do that, you can be king of Mandalore!

Luke: 😀

Leia:

Leia: Are you kriffing kidding me?! Do you know how hard it is to keep the New Republic from collapsing? And raise a force sensitive baby with shady idols? And save my husband’s skin from every criminal he runs afoul of every other day? I most certainly will not become the monarch of some random nation I’ve never been apart of!

Mandalorians: 🙁

Han, over Leia’s shoulder: so we’re not fighting the kid? I was looking forward to that!

Chewbacca, towering over Leia’s head: *wookie noises of agreement *

Armorer: Actually only the challenger would be fight- *comm cuts out*

*a few minutes later

The Falcon is heard overhead. Han, on comms: We came anyway, kid. I was bored today.

Chewie leaps out and tackles Luke with a bear hug, almost breaking his ribs.

Luke: can’t- breathe- chewie-

Chewie releasing him and patting him on the head: *hello in wookie noises*

Mandalorians:

Chewie, in Shriwook: *what?*

Mandalorians:

Din silently unclips the Darksaber from his belt and hands it to Chewie.

And that’s the story of how Chewbacca became Mand’alor.

#Star Wars #the Mandalorian #Din Djarin #Luke Skywalker #the Armorer #Bo-Katan #force ghost Anakin #force ghost Obi-Wan #Leia Organa #Han Solo #Ben Solo #Chewbacca #This is the longest post I’ve ever made #Star Wars is awesome #The darksaber #space idiots are space idiots #Palpatine #vader #chewbacca for Mand’alor #star wars #Eglerieth

[that-squishy-robot]

Din already knowing Leia would be the best.

Leia slamming open the doors to Boba’s palace: Where the fuck is he?

-Han and Luke in a panic thinking it’s one of them.-

-Din not so subtlety trying to jump out the window, because he knows it’s him she’s after.-

Leia: Don’t you dare Djarin.

Luke: Wait, how do you two even know each other?

Leia: The counsel wanted to have a word with the current king of Mandalore, but he decided it would be best to jump out of the window.

Din: In my defense…. It was boring, and they kept trying to touch my armor. I also broke my ankle then, so that should be punishment enough.

Leia: It would have been, if you hadn’t of decided to go on a field trip with my brother instead of coming back.

Din: In my defense, I didn’t know he was your brother. You’re terrifying and he’s…. That.

Luke: Excuse me!

Han just thankful he’s not on the murder list: He’s got a point, Kid.

Din: If you kill me, you’ll be responsible for Mandalore… and my son.

Leia:… you have a kid?

#fanfic #dinluke #skydalorian #din x luke #Din and Luke have something going on in the back ground #everyone knows it #Leias waiting for Din to be her brother in law.

[deniigi]

So @petrichordiam and I are menaces and giggled over our ideal dinluke flower shop AU for like 4 hrs and then I wrote this.

Title: murderer next door

Summary: Din works as a florist and Luke works as a bookseller and they’re both assassins trying to keep the other off their turf.

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Two times now, Luke had crashed past that flower shop, and two times now, the fucker inside had taken out his mark. Now all Luke had to say about the whole thing was that it was too bad that he was going to have to kill the guy.

Han told him not to turn back. The mark was dead; the mark was gone. They weren’t fast enough this time, but there would be others.

Luke just couldn’t let it go, though. He had rent to pay, and McFloristApron over there was smashing through all his targets and making that nigh impossible—regardless of how many marks there were in the area.

Luke waited until Han had closed up shop for the night and remained there in the dark with his arm slung over the back of the chair in the backroom, surrounded by books. He rolled his shot of whiskey in its tumbler. The sound against the old wood table offered no comfort.

He stood up and left the glass to get his laptop.

He wasn’t losing to some florist, Han, sorry. Only one family could take innocuous cover on this street, and it was them.

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McFlorist’s name wasn’t listed on the florist’s staff page, but then again, none of the people on that page had names. In fact, the website’s whole vibe was all wedding-chic until you clicked on the ‘staff and contacts’ tab. Then, it may as well have been a line of mugshots.

Luke squinted along the row of increasingly involved headgear until he got to someone with a reasonably-sized neck with no tats. The ladies on either side of him appeared to have sapped all the ink out of McFloristApron. He wore a mask over the lower half of his face and gave a stoic thumbs up to the camera.

Under his picture was the number fifteen.

Damn.

Luke was only making eight per pop. Who the hell was this guy eating up all the feeder fish, huh? Them lower division folks had to eat too, you know.

Well.

‘Lower division’ in a sense of the word. Being two times undercover wasn’t super glamorous, Luke had to say. But when your dad fucked it up for the first family, sometimes you had to take what you could get.

Luke pointed at Fifteen on the screen.

“You and me, pal,” he said. “You and me.”

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 Step one was to get paid first.

Luke chased down three marks on the other side of town to pay the rent and the medical bills for now. His hand’s new sleeve felt like a dream. It didn’t overheat like the nylon black one did, and the hand was far less shiny now as a bonus. That had certainly reduced the number of people catching something move out of the corner of their eye.

Was it worth fifty grand?

No.

Was it worth the last nine that Luke had left to pay on it?

Yeah. It was definitely worth the nine.

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 Step two was to go make it clear to Fifteen McFlorist that he and his folks needed to back down in the face of the established guard.

Luke put on his biggest sweater and the thickest glasses he could find. He stole Chewie’s messenger bag with all the pins on it. He slung it over his shoulder and rolled the hems of his jeans up just a smidge too much, then scurried over to the florist’s across the way.

Fifteen was off to the side of the register, fucking around with something in the refrigerator. Luke busily and noisily looked through the wall of foliage on the side of the shop nearest the window. He hummed. He hawed. He made anxious nerd-sounds until a voice asked, “Hi, can I help you?”

Luke glanced out of the corner of his eye and found that Fifteen was standing facing his way now. His mask was gray this time. His apron was orange. His boots were too heavy-looking for florist work.

“I’d love that,” Luke gushed breathlessly. “See, my mom just got engaged and I’m on the way to her house.”

Fifteen lifted his chin slightly.

“What’re her favorites?” he asked tonelessly.

Terrible customer service skills, dude.

“Roses,” Luke said.

“Ours are shit today,” Fifteen said. “How about dahlias?”

Luke didn’t know what those were but sure.

“That sounds great,” he said. “You have any in pink?”

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 He watched Fifteen brutalize some pink, orange, and white flowers into a bouquet wrapped with a silver bow and was sure to smile every time the guy looked up.

“That’ll be $37.59.”

Sir, these are dead flowers. There is no need for that price.

“Can I put it on card?” Luke asked. “How long have you worked here, if you don’t mind me asking? I work just across the way is all.”

Fifteen’s dark gaze flicked up. His hair was covered by a gray beanie two shades darker than the mask.

“At the club?” he asked.

“The bookshop,” Luke corrected him with a shy, but widening smile.

Please be gay. Please be gay. Please be gay. Leia wasn’t going to want to cooperate. She thought it was beneath her to establish boundaries like this.

“Blue paint,” Fifteen said. “Yeah, that place. How long have you been there?”

“My brother-in-law’s place, actually,” Luke said. “I started there last year after I finished college.”

Or, you know, maybe even eight years ago when he’d finished college. No one had to know. Baby faces don’t kiss and tell after all.

“Huh. You must like it there,” Fifteen said.

“It’s fine,” Luke hummed. “You like it here?”

“The kid does.”

“Oh, you’re a father?” Luke asked. “How old?”

“He’s three,” Fifteen said. “Godson. His folks were in an accident; didn’t make it.”

“That’s terrible, I’m so sorry to hear that,” Luke said. “He’s lucky to have you.”

Fifteen handed him his card back. Luke’s hand didn’t close in time to catch it and it fell onto to the wooden counter.

“Sorry about that,” Luke said, reaching for it with the other hand. His knuckles bumped into Fifteen’s when he went for the card at the same time. They both paused and went for the card again with the same result. Luke laughed.

“Slippery, am I right?” he asked, flattening his fingers on top of the piece of plastic and snatching it away.

“Very,” Fifteen said. “I hope your mom likes them.”

“Me too,” Luke smiled. “I’ll see you around—What was your name?”

“You can call me Armando,” Fifteen said.

“Armando,” Luke sounded out. “It suits you.”

It was a falsie.

“And yours?”

“James.”

“It suits you.”

It didn’t.

“Bye now,” Luke said. “Thanks for your help.”

He let the door fall closed behind him with the tinkle of the bell.

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 He informed Han that “Armando” had a toddler and received only a warning look and a scolding for all his effort. Han told him not to get jealous. If there was a kid in the balance, then Fifteen, for better or worse, was going to have to see each day after the next until there was no longer a kid in the balance.

Luke offered to call CPS and report “Armando” as an assassin.

“You do that and those folks across the street are gonna call the VA and tell them I’m an assassin,” Han said. “Lay low, Luke. Lay low.”

Never.

“Christ. At least until that thing’s yours then.”

Luke glared at his right hand.

“Gimme a double,” he told Han without looking away from it.

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 It was never easy to hunt in the daylight, but Luke wasn’t here to do easy things. He needed to get Mark No. 1 alone. The man took the train once a week to a gentleman’s club on his lunch break. Luke needed a change of clothes.

He had a rainbow windbreaker, white boots, and fishnets all ready to go.

He got on the same train as the mark and dropped his phone nearby. It clattered loudly and the case came off. Luke swore and squatted to drop it at the same time that two girls next to him decided to become good Samaritans. They crouched with him and one of them caught the phone first. They handed it back with a smile.

“I like your jacket,” she said.

Luke let his face struggle to find a smile at her kindness to him, a sweet little twink trying to find the pride parade that happened two weeks ago.

“Thanks,” he said. “I like your bracelet.”

He stood up. The girls were pleased with themselves. Luke glanced back to find Mark No. 1 turn his head abruptly away.

Come here, Markie.

Do you like what you see?

  Mark No. 1 didn’t make it out of his hotel room. A pity. Luke took the elevator down and huffed and puffed about a cheap date when he passed the front desk. He stopped abruptly and went back to ask the receptionist what the cross street was. She judged his go-go boots.

He told her she wasn’t his type. Her manager gave him the cross street.

Mark No. 2 had different parameters.

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 Mark No. 2’s parameters involved chasing him through a maze of boiler rooms and dumpsters. He was chump change towards a hand that Luke hadn’t wanted in the first place, but alas. The anger still roared.

Luke cornered him, still in go-go boots—no need to sacrifice style for speed—and watched those pale eyes look every which way as Mark No. 2 realized that there was no getting out of this.

“You got options, friend,” Luke said. “I can bring you in hot or I can bring you in—”

“—cold.”

His head snapped up and he lurched out of the way just as the crack of a bullet exploded in the alley. A car backfired around the corner in a sympathetic cough. Luke stared at the body then twisted around just in time for a thick glove to latch onto the back of his neck.

“Well, look who it is,” Fifteen drawled.

Luke glared out of the corner of his eye.

“Hands off, Armando,” he warned.

“I like your boots.”

“You’re gonna love ‘em when they’re on your dick,” Luke warned.

“Back off, Nayberry.”

Fucking hell, Han. This is why they should have set up boundaries weeks ago.

“I prefer ‘James,’” Luke said sweetly.

The glock levelled at his face didn’t care.

“You took my mark,” Fifteen said.

“Aw, poor baby,” Luke pouted. “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you took mine.”

Fifteen’s orange apron was gone. He’d swapped it for an old leather jacket—something he could more easily wipe clean. He should’ve gone for patent leather. The brown really wasn’t working with his grey mask-beanie situation.

“Stay in your lane,” Fifteen warned.

“Only if you stay in yours,” Luke beamed.

Fifteen huffed.

“Bookstore,” he scoffed. “Who’d you give the flowers to?”

Luke tsked.

“Myself, jackass,” he said.

“Do you even have a mom?”

“What the fuck business is that of yours? You even got a kid?”

Fifteen’s stare was deadly—the cooling body before them notwithstanding.

“Take one step near him and we won’t be talkin’ so friendly, yeah?”

Mm. Yeah.

“You owe me four grand,” Luke informed Fifteen as the glock went down and Fifteen left him to go take a pulse.

The man’s back stiffened.

“Four?” he asked. “You took this job for four?”

Luke rolled his eyes.

“I got bills, Armando,” he drawled.

“How do you keep that shed open? Have you sold even one book?”

Rude. Luke was a great sales associate. If he actually cared to put his mind to it, he’d be worthy of a promotion to manager.

He pulled the rising legs of his shorts down and adjusted the weapon in his windbreaker. He couldn’t leave the alley the way he’d gone into it. Someone might have seen. He was going to have to take a side street. Hmmm, which one? Choices, choices.

“I’ll give you a Dad’s discount. Gimme two grand, and you can have him,” Luke negotiated as he thought.

“Two.”

Hey, no need for that tone. This was a great deal.

“What’re you gonna do with two?” Fifteen asked, already knelling down to heft the body over his shoulder as proof for payment.

“Buy some more tights,” Luke deadpanned. “Two, final offer.”

Fifteen stood up all the way and gave him a weird look. A long look. His beanie was pulled down low, but Luke got the impression that he was frowning at him.

“Take the four,” he said out of nowhere. “I’ll bring it tomorrow.”

Luke recoiled a step at first, then recoiled another when the reality of the situation hit him full in the chest.

“Forget it,” he snapped.

He spun around and started to leave.

“Wh—hey. HEY. Where are you goin’?”

“I don’t need your fuckin’ pity,” Luke called ahead of him as he set to climbing the chainlink fence separating him from the adjacent dead-end alley.

“You what?”

“You heard me,” Luke said.

He jumped down. His left hand found his right wrist and squeezed as he walked.

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 The phantom pains kept him up all night, and it was definitely that and not the humiliation that made him call in sick. Han told him to answer his therapist’s emails. Luke told him to go do something useful and hung up. He rolled onto his back on his bed and focused on letting his body relax, his jaw unclench, his joints go limp.

There was sunlight finally streaming through his apartment windows again. It had been months.

Spring was almost here. He just had to hold out a little longer.

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 He came in to work the next day and found an envelope on his chair in the backroom. It was thick.

“McFlorist dropped it off,” he said between aggravated sounds at his spreadsheets.

“Is it tax season already?” Luke asked him as he tried to burn a whole in the center of the envelope with his mind.

“Sure fuckin’ is.”

He stepped forward and snatched up the envelope, then deposited it squarely in Han’s lap. He made an unattractive noise of confusion and alarm.

“For the taxes,” Luke called as he went out to grab his lanyard and name tag. “Gotta keep this place open for another six months at least.”

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 There were new books in. A new shipment to shelve. Two kids’ displays to set up. And Luke was actually good at this stuff, thanks; he started stacking.

He got peace until he nearly got to the end of the second display, and then what he had was a heart attack. Two liquid brown eyes surrounded by an ocean of ringlets stared up at him from between his knees. The child curled a hand in and out in hello.

Luke jerked himself up to locate the thing’s parents immediately, and promptly found himself in deadly eye-contact with Fifteen.

Armando.

“You were gone yesterday,” Fifteen said flatly.

Luke looked between him and the kid. He was pinned between two enemy parties. How to escape, how to escape.

“Are you sick?”

How to escape. How to escape. How to escape.

“Are you hurt?”

H—what?

“I’m fine, stalker,” Luke snapped with more heat than this present cover allowed. He caught himself and pulled it back. “I’m fine,” he repeated. “Thank you for asking. Is this…?”

Fifteen blinked once. The child blinked once as well. It was creepy.

“He’s mine,” Fifteen said. “And apparently the only thing that will get us through the next two hours is a book.”

Dude.

“Kids are kids,” Fifteen said. “You got any books?”

Luke stared at him, then checked the shelves to make sure he hadn’t teleported into another dimension.

You always had to check.

“We’re in a bookstore,” he said.

“He can’t read,” Fifteen said, pointing.

The kid grinned. His teeth were gapped in that toddler sort of way. He was kind of cute.

“You can’t read?” Luke asked him.

“Hi,” Baby said.

Oh no.

Luke loved him.

“How much?” he asked Fifteen.

“Touch him and you’ll be permanently comatose,” Fifteen said.

“Not if I died out of spite,” Luke said.

There was a long pause. Then Fifteen started laughing? Kind of hard?

“Oh my god, that was so unprofessional. I am so sorry,” Luke blurted out.

Fifteen collected himself and shook his head. His little one giggled and reached for Luke’s fingers.

“Boo,” he said.

Luke couldn’t feel the hand, but he could feel all the heart.

“Book?” he asked, crouching down. “Do you want a story?”

“Mmmm.”

“I have the perfect one,” Luke told him. “It’s about a caterpillar. Do you know what a caterpillar is?”

He got a slow, exaggerated head shake back and forth, back and forth. He stood up straight.

“I’m conducting a temporary kidnapping,” he informed Fifteen. “Do I have consent?”

Fifteen looked from him towards the front entrance and mulled over the merits of leaving his kid with his rival assassin. Then he shrugged.

“Consent granted,” he said. “Luke.”

Luke’s heart stopped.

“James,” he said.

“Your name tag says ‘Luke.’”

Well, fuck.

“Luke Nayberry. It suits you.”

Hhhhhhh. This was karma, wasn’t it.

“Thanks,” he gritted out. “And yourself, Armando?”

“Din.”

Woah, look out. Mr. One-Syllable-Cool-Man had entered the building.

“Din, what?” Luke asked as his arm registered tension. Din’s kid had latched onto his fingers and started pulling incessantly with a chubby hand gesturing in the direction of the wall of children’s books.

“Don’t you worry about it,” Din said.

“Fine, go trip then,” Luke said.

He swore that there was a smile under that mask.

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#dinluke #luke skywalker #ficlet #fic #I can't take any trope seriously it turns out #perhaps I am simply too old now to appreciate them #the mandalorian

[vanishedangels]

Clan of Warriors

Click here for First chapter

Summary: While rebuilding Mandalore, Mand'alor Din Djarin is questioned by his people because of his beliefs and origins. In the dawn of a civil war, the council resolves that The Mand'alor must join in marriage with someone close to Bo-Katan Kryze. He's forced to marry Koska Reeves and accept a loveless union. In the meantime, Din is having a secret relationship with his son's Master, Jedi Luke Skywalker, his dream of having his own clan of warriors is about to fade away.

I wrote this fic a year ago, that's why the TBOBF events are not considered.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Leia Organa, Cara Dune, Koska Reeves, Bo-Katan Kryze, Axe Woves. OC. Peli Motto. Fennec Shand. Boba Fett.

Rating: Mature (Rating will change)

Warnings: None.

Tags: Canon compliant, Post Season 2 Finale, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Demisexual Din Djarin, Top Luke Skywalker, Bottom Din Djarin, Top Din Djarin, Bottom Luke Skywalker, Protective Din Djarin, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Adorable Baby Yoda, Sassy Leia Organa, Sub Din Undertones.

Chapters: 8/?

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Chapter 8: Patience

When Din and Grogu said goodbye to the twins and left the Senator's apartment, Leia put a hand on Luke's shoulder and gently pulled him close to her chest. "Baby brother, I like this man, make him my brother-in-law."

Luke's face was on fire. "What are you doing, Leia?" He was staring at his boots, he looked so ashamed that Leia was kissing his hair as she held his face with both hands.

"Your face is so hot right now, Luke. Don't you ever doubt a blushed face. This is the man. And you know it." Leia kissed him again, this time on his right cheek and walked away from him.

Din felt at home the minute he broke Tatooine's atmosphere. He has been visiting this planet since he was a teenager. It was weird, but this dusty dumpster held a special place in his heart.

He landed on Peli's ground. She was expecting him with a wide smile, both hands on her hips, this woman was always hilarious. "Mando! You own a new ship?! What happened to the piece of junk?"

"It blew up."

She wasn't smiling anymore. "The kriff?? Wait! Where's the kid?" And now Din could see she was terrified.

"No, it's not like that, the kid's fine, he's with... With someone I trust." That wasn't a lie, he didn't know the Jedi but he trusted him enough to give Grogu to him. Must be something that the magic force do, he thought, that was why he was so persuasive, and bright. And beautiful and captivating. It's because of the force.

Peli looked at him with a strange grimace "Mando, are you still here?" Snapping her fingers up at Din's visor. "So the kid's fine, huh?"

"Yes." He was embarrassed but he didn't show that. "Peli, I need a speeder."

"It'll coast you, you know." She held her hand palm up.

Din took a full satchel and gave it to her "And you'll check my mudhorn."

"You adopted a mudhorn?" She was shaking hear head "You're crazy Mando, that's why I like you."

"My ship, Peli. Her name is mudhorn." He told her with both hands resting on his hips.

"Alright, alright. What are you doing here anyway? Is that because of the other like you I saw yesterday?"

"What? Other like me? You mean a Mandalorian?" He was so excited, but of course, he didn't show that either.

"A Mando, yes." She nodded slowly at Din.

Then he realized that he was there to pay Fett a visit, and that the Mando she was talking about must be him, Boba Fett. Great! For a moment Din thought that his luck was changing.

He spent a day on the speeder Peli provided him with. He was astonished at the fact that he wasn't intercepted by any tusken raider or a bounty hunter, not even a massiff.

And there he was, at Jabba's palace. He announced himself, waiting for the doors to open.

A familiar face, Fennec Shand.

"Mando, Boba's waiting for you. Come."

"Good to see you too, Shand." Din said ironically.

A party was going on at the palace, music and spotchka, a lot of people, different species. Din was holding his blaster, ready to wreck the place.

"Don't Mando man." Boba yelled at him "Come with me, my friend."

They were in the palace's master room, Boba sat across from Din at a big desk. "Spotchka, man?" Din gently rejected it. "Right. Are you missing the kid?"

Din nodded.

"That damn Luke Skywalker." Oh, this was the first time Din heard his name since he left Gideon's cruiser. Boba and Cara told him that the Jedi was famous, to be honest, the Jedi's name didn't ring a bell with Din.

"Right, you hate the Jedi..."

Boba shook his head "No, listen, I know he's a good man, the kid's safe with him." He poured some spotchka into a glass. "Truth is I had it coming, ending into the sarlacc pit I mean. It was me or them, they fought back. I don't hold that against them, I would have done the same in their place. To me, it was just a job I was being paid for." He sighed.

Din was thinking of the Jedi now, again, for the second time since he landed on Tatooine.

"So, how's Mandalore? Should I call you Mand'alor?" Boba asked him while sipping spotchka.

"We're working on it, me and the council. And that depends, are you coming to Mandalore with me and become a member of my royal guard?" Din was narrowing his eyes under the helmet.

"Is Bo-Katan there?"

"She's part of the council."

"Then no." Boba laughed.

"Then you call me Mando." Din say with a muffled chuckle.

"Why are you here?"

"I need your help. I'm tracking Mandalorians across the Galaxy to take them to Mandalore. I didn't find any." Din was telling him.

"You might be lucky, man. There are Mandalorians hiding on Tatooine."

Din was surprised and excited at the same time "What? Tell me everything you know about it, Fett."

Boba was grinning "Sure, Mando".

~

Chapter 7 Missing escene

Coruscant

Leia urged Din to come over to her apartment that night before they went off Coruscant.

"They're considering it, Mand'alor." She was smiling. "I don't know how you did it, but they are. They said they found your words very convincing. You're special, Your Highness. Mandalore and The New Republic had a rocky past, and you made them think you're trustworthy."

Din looked away from Leia and at Luke who was holding Grogu, sitting on a chair across the living room. Luke was grinning at Din, Din could tell Luke was proud of him. "Thank you Senator, this is very important to my people. I really appreciate what you did for us, this wouldn't be possible without your intervention."

"This is the right thing to do." Leia gave him a gesture with her hand. Then she put both hands on her lap and she moved her head to a side to gaze at Luke who was behind her. "You take care of yourself, brother. If Mandalore asked you, you're there because of me."

"We won't need to say that, I don't want to get Luke involved in this. I promise I will secure his stay on Mandalore. He's my guest. This is the way." Din said to a now dumbfounded Leia.

"Alright then, Mand'alor. I will comm you in a couple of weeks to proceed further with our alliance." She said now with a composed face.

When Din and Grogu said goodbye to the twins and left the Senator's apartment, Leia put a hand on Luke's shoulder and gently pulled him in close to her chest. "Baby brother, I like this man, make him my brother-in-law."

Luke's face was on fire. "What are you doing, Leia?" He was staring at his boots, he looked so ashamed that Leia was kissing his hair as she held his face with both hands.

"Your face is so hot right now, Luke. Don't you ever doubt a blushed face. This is the man. And you know it." Leia kissed him again, this time on his right cheek and walked away from him.

Luke came back from his thoughts as he yelled at his sister "You're wrong..." She stopped and turned around to face him with an inquisitive expression. "About one thing. I'm not your baby brother, I can feel that I was born first." He smiled and Leia chuckled.

"Oh, so I'm right about the other thing." Leia said arching an eyebrow.

Luke didn't argue about that.

#dinluke #dinluke fanfiction #din djarin #luke skywalker #clan of warriors fanfic #skydalorian

[sushiburritonoms]

Hello There

I’m a bipoc fan with anxiety that mainly identifies as old and tired. I write really long things sometimes.

Fics

Escape the Night (Season 3 currently)

Don't Let Me Down (explicit for sexual violence, attempted non con, Matt/Manny, Matt/Joey, Matt/Manny/Joey and Matt/Lucy (non con))

AU of Season 3, episode 9. What if Matt was the one put into the Collar of Control instead of Nikita? What if Lucy turned all her sexual frustration on her male captive instead of Mortimer? How would Manny and Joey, who are attracted to the poor Detective, react?

And finally, what if there was a way for all four of the final survivors to survive?

Status: Complete!

STAR WARS (OT, Mandalorian)

DIN/LUKE

The Father the Son and the Exile (Mature for violence only, slow burn Din/Luke, canon Han/Leia)

It is my reimagining of the some of the themes and plots from the Sequel trilogy as if they happened to a young post ROTJ Luke Skywalker.  The premise is what if Luke received Force visions of Ben turning to the Dark Side when he was just a baby and what if the First Order/Empire was just a little more competent and forced Luke to isolate himself several decades sooner than in canon. 

Status: Complete! 

Last to Know, First to Judge (Gen, Din/Luke, Han/Leia)

A comedy fic about Han’s reaction to being the last to find out about his brother-in-law’s relationship with a damn Mandalorian.  Totally not canon to anything else I write.

Status: Complete!

Sacred Texts (Modern AU, Mature, Din/Luke, minor Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan)

Luke Skywalker is the beloved Children’s Librarian at Jedha Public. He is overworked, underpaid, underestimated, and utterly adrift in the post military life he’s created in Arizona. The work is important and the children he works with are well meaning chaotic demons, but at night the stars and the empty desert landscape remind him of the former life he misses and the parts of himself he’s still waiting to discover.

But maybe that will change now that there’s a new family in town.

Status: WIP/ probably dead sorry

BOBA/DIN/LUKE

A Thousand Prayers for the Dead (Explicit for threesome sex, Boba/Din/Luke)

It is Boba and Din’s first Night of the Three Winds, a Tatooine festival meant for honoring one’s dead ancestors, and it’s another day of Luke avoiding Boba and the strange magnetism that exists between them. When Din is around, the three of them are able to exist in some sort of equilibrium, but the moment he’s gone Boba and Luke find themselves caught in a powerful push and pull of desire and abstinence. But maybe on the night when the spirits are said to visit the living, they can come to some sort of agreement.

Status: Complete

Short Tumblr Fics and Drabbles

Are typically posted under #SBFiclets

Responses to an AU Fic List

28. Knocking on the wrong door (Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan)

38.cop/person getting a speeding ticket au (Din/Luke)

30: tourist/knowledgeable local au (Din/Luke)

19. parents meeting when they take their kids to class au (Din/Luke)

15: meeting in the E.R/A&E au (Din/Luke/Boba)

40: Soul destroying exes meeting again after not speaking for years au (Din/Luke)

25: Library/Avid Reader AU Part I (Din/Luke)

Library AU part II (Din/Luke, Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon)

Misc 

Permission to Illustrate, Translate or Podfic Works?: YES! Please let me know if you do and I'll promote you!

Ask Box Status: Open! 

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[dexters-bluemilkshakes]

i’ve made The Disaster Lineage Goes Apple Picking, The 501st do a Haunted House, TCW Squad™️ go trick-or-treatint, Din and Grogu swing on a swing, abd now i give you:

The OT gang goes on a fall walk (ft. leaf pile shenanigans) 

3po: whenever he sees a leaf that is particularly interesting, 3po will begin to talk about the type of tree and any interesting facts about it. Wedge politely listens for a bit, before jogging up to the front of the group to chime in on something Han was saying. R2 is rolling next to 3po the whole time, and will on occasion point out very pretty leaves for 3po to tell him about. 3po also does checks every ten minutes or so to make sure everyone has adequate gear for the chilly air to  ensure no one catches a cold. He is absolutely delighted when Luke tells him his golden colored plating matches a gorgeous tree with yellow leaves. 

R2: everything 3po says about each leaf gets cataloged and filed away in his database. It seems like random knowledge, but that random knowledge could be a lifesaver. After all, it has been before. Besides, r2 is a sucker for pretty leaves. Usually, he would love to spread chaos on outings, but he was enjoying the beautiful forest scenery, and also his friends were causing enough chaos by themselves. (however, when han is standing near a puddle, r2 couldn’t resist speeding through it and splashing him. Cue: distressed 3po noises because han could catch a cold when wet and in chilly air. Leia barely concealed her laughter).  

Luke: loves running around in the leaves. He also loves levitating them with the force (it always makes him laugh). He’s fascinated by all the colors, especially leaves that have ombres on them. He and leia use the time to talk to each other a mile a minute about anything and everything. He and han debate piloting techniques, and wedge joins in, much to luke’s delight. 

r2 pushes luke into leaf pile. So then luke force-pushes r2 into a leaf pile. And then leia pushes han into a leaf pile. And then han pops up and grabs leia and pulls her into the leaf pile. Lando jumps in the leaf pile and takes a video while doing it. Wedge jumps in, and 3po gets dragged in by r2’s cables. 

Everyone is in the leaf piles. 

Then luke and leia start a leaf fight. (cue: pure chaos). 

Luke chatters away, loving every moment of the time he has with his family in the patches of sunlight that make it through what is left of the forest leaves and warms his face. (yes, he did position han next to the puddle, and yes, made sure r2 could see han just waiting to be splashed. What of it?) 

Han: leia and luke are chaotic, but they’re his family, so he fondly watched them play around in the leaves while chuckling to himself. After all, they have over two decades of sibling shenanigans to make up for. He joined in their leaf fight eventually, which included him picking up leia and tickling her, while luke cackled off to the side. During the times when his wife and brother-in-law stopped throwing things, and actually walked calmly, he took leia’s hand and gently swung it back and forth between them. Everytime she looked beautiful he would kiss her forehead (so he was basically giving her little pecks every few seconds), until she kissed him back and made him all flustered, and then she ran off to jump on luke’s back while he was taking a holo-picture of a tree. 

Han WAS having a good time, and then r2 splashed him with water, so he spent the rest of the walk shivering and plotting revenge on the little droid.  

Chewie: purrs softly pretty much the entire time. The walk was just so… peaceful. it reminded him of life before the war. It reminded him of the forests of his home. 

Chewie and r2 absolutely played tag that ended with both of them in a river. 

Then Chewie walked up to Han, looked him dead in the eye, and shook of the water. It sprayed everywhere, drenching han for the second time that day. (cue: even more distressed 3po noises). 

He and Han continue walking after everyone else goes home. They’ve been friends for a while so they didn’t have the need to say anything, they were content to just be. 

Chewie and Han walked in comfortable silence until they found their way back to the clearing the Falcon was parked in. 

Chewie patted his best friend on the head, content with the day. It was nice to watch the leaves turn and fall. It may be sad for some, but not Chewie. He knew that some things never change. 

Lando: takes pictures of every single cool thing, and also insists on getting a group selfie. 3PO offers to take a picture of the group, but lando says unless they are all in the picture, he doesn’t want it. He does, however, have 3PO take artsy photos of him holding pretty leaves in the sunlight.

(the pictures all came out really nicely, don’t worry).

He and wedge actually bonded a bit. Lando gave wedge HORRIBLE dating advice (even HAN knew it was bad advice. Han later pulled wedge aside and told him to disregard what lando said and gave him slightly-better-but-still-not great advice. Leia heard this and then pulled wedge even more aside and was like listen dude ask out my brother or im gonna send you both on errands at the candle store and sneak a gift card to a fancy restaurant in your pocket and force this and neither of us want that. Poor wedge.) 

Lando also talked to r2 about various pranks they have pulled in their chaos-filled lives, but lando exclusively called r2 “my silver friend” and luke literally fell over from laughing.

Wedge: enjoyed listening to fun facts on leaves and trees from 3po. At one point Han and luke were talking about piloting techniques, so he abandoned 3PO’s info session to join that conversation (and also have an excuse to stand next to luke). Whenever the wind blew, leaves would flutter around wedge and the rest of the group, and luke would laugh. He said he never would have even imagined seeing a forest of falling leaves on tatooine. Some leaves caught in luke’s hair and his blonde curls caught the light of the sun. Wedge couldn’t get the imagine of luke looking like a prince of autumn for the next...forever. 

Luckily, leia elbowed wedge in the side before he could make a fool of himself. Then again, she was smirking at him, so maybe that ship has sailed. 

Leia: won the leaf fight. While there weren’t any official winners, it was pretty obvious that she was the victor. 

Leia had never realized how much she missed her brother until he was in her life. She enjoyed playing around in the leaves with him. After only a few minutes, she found that she and her twin were soaked with the moisture trapped in the space between the underside of the leaves and the frosted dirt, the cold drops clinging to their skin. 

After the leaf fight, everyone was damp, and the droids had little droplets of dew rolling off of their polished chrome surfaces. 

She also enjoyed walking hand-in-hand with her husband. Han kept kissing her head so frequently, that Leia decided to reciprocate by dipping him bridal style and giving him big ol’ kiss. 

He literally would not stop blushing, and she found herself falling for him more.

Leia got to watch her husband and brother bond, and got to be entertained by Luke blushing everytime Wedge even looked his general direction. He was going to be so fun to tease when they got back to the house. 

In the moments of silence between lando’s holo camera going off and r2’s occasional beeps, leia found herself enjoying the silence most of all. She would let her thoughts drift her into a hazy world of all the things she wants to think about, but never got the chance to. Some of it was fun, like planning gifts to get for Lando’s birthday (he was eyeing up a very fancy fedora, and she thinks that will do nicely), some of it was simple, but it’s simplicity was what makes it beautiful, like wondering if she had enough blue milk for breakfast the next morning or if she should ask Luke to pick some up since leia liked the milk brand a this grocery store better. 

Some of it was thoughts that she pushed away intentionally, like anything and everything to do with Alderaan. 

When her thoughts went there, Luke would gently put his hand on her shoulder and point out a bird or a leaf or a critter that he thinks leia would find interesting. Chewie would shift a little closer, making gentle and comforting sounds towards leia. Han would tighten his grip on her hand just a little. 

Leia enjoyed the chaos and then the quiet that was in between, and hard as it can be, she liked drifting to her own world. And always, when she came back, she was surrounded by family. 

It reminded her that while she may be far, far away, she was never alone. 

#star wars #sw #star wars original trilogy #c3po #r2d2 #luke skywalker #han solo #chewbacca #lando calrissian #wedge antilles #leia organa #star wars found family #fall walks

[glassbxttless]

Part 2/?

Matt Solo x Reader

Word Count: 1,067

Warnings: swearing, talk of sex and intimacy

The drive back to New York is long, but full of laughter. Laughter you haven’t experienced with Matt in what seems like months. He’s got one hand on your thigh, listening to you talk about everything at work that he’s missed the last few weeks. You both needed the two weeks back here, see both of your families, get a decent hot dog, and maybe score tickets to see Randy and Ben play. He hasn’t seen his family in what feels like so long, he hasn’t told them about being picked up by the Mariners— about how he’s going to leave college at the end of the year.

And he’s nervous about it, you know that. You know that they would’ve preferred Matt find his way to the Yankees or the Dodgers if he was going to play at all. “Sweetheart.” You smile over at him just a little, “are you listening?”

“Yeah, yeah, Sunny. I’m listening.” He says softly, pulling into a gas station somewhere in Ohio. “We’ll be in New York in a few hours.” He mumbles as he gets out of the car to pump gas quietly. You’re stuck on listening to stats on the Yankees game currently being played. Matt poking his head inside the open window as he leans on the car door, ears perking up each time he hears Ben or Randy’s name. “They’re killing it, huh?” He chuckles softly and you just nod.

You’ve been hoping this whole trip would just be a vacation from baseball. From everything that’s caused you two any sort of strain over the past few months. Matt watches you aimlessly scrolling through Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, while he waits for the pump to kick off. “Yeah, Matty. They’re killing it.” You mumble. And yeah they are killing it. You couldn’t have been prouder of your future brother-in-laws. But having some time to just visit your families and reconnect with your boyfriend would do your soul some good.

“What’s wrong?” Matt asks quietly. And you bite your tongue. It’s been a good drive so far and you still have hours left to go. And you don’t want to fuck that up right at this moment. “Sunny.” He chirps again, only pulling back to hang the nozzle back on the pump, sliding into the car again with you. “We aren’t going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong, Matt.” You chuckle, smiling over at him. “You’re making a big deal about nothing.” And he watches you turn the radio down, “I’d like to see my parents before we settle in at yours, if that’s okay.” You mumble to him, locking your phone as you look over at him. You know once you step foot into the Solo’s household, it’s going to be nonstop— “wanna hit the cages?” Or “I’ve got extra tickets.” And you just want a second to hug your family and let them know that you love Seattle just as much as NYC.

And after a few hours with your parents, catching up and having a nice dinner, you’re lugging your bags up the stairs of the Solo’s brownstone. You haven’t caught sight of either of his brother’s cars on the street, noting that they must not have been back in town from the game, just a few states over, yet. Leia is quick to hug you tightly, smiling as she helps you settle in. Matt immediately joins his dad in the living room, catching video recaps of the game.

You knew how this trip was going to go deep down. He’s a Solo, and these men sleep and breathe baseball. That’s how their family started after all. Leia was the prettiest and most over the top personality on the streets of LA. And a young Han Solo played third base for the Los Angeles Dodgers. It was a love story built up in stadiums and throughout long breaks from one another. And then little Randy came along… and a few years later, here comes Ben. Leia would tell you she was done after her two boys. They were her world, they were Han’s world. Han didn’t renew his contract as soon as Benji turned three. And by surprise, little Matty makes a debut, with the blondest hair this family has ever seen and running the fastest since t-ball.

You sit at the dining room table, sipping tea with Leia as you chat about life in Seattle. How are things? Are you and Matty doing okay? Any wedding plans yet? And you can’t seem to settle on answers for her, not with Matt planning yet another trip to the batting cages with his dad. “It comes with the territory, sweetheart.” Leia mumbles behind her teacup. You take a look over at her and smile as you catch a glimpse of all the family photos taken at different stadiums through the years. “It’s all these boys know, it just takes some time.” She chuckles. “But don’t mistake this as a slight of his love.”

And you really do try to keep those words in your thoughts as you both get ready for bed that evening. Matt’s old room is plain, it always has been. From the first few times you were snuck into it, to being welcomed in with open arms, it hasn’t changed. The mattress is still the same shitty one he had in high school. He’s stripped down to his underwear as one of his shirts hangs off of your shoulders. When he crawls into bed, he lays his head in your lap— smiling up at you as you scratch his scalp and play with his hair. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself, Sunshine.” He mumbles quietly, eyes closing from reveling in the simplest forms of intimacy.

After all, you haven’t touched Matt’s body other than rubbing the knots out of his back and shoulders for months now. And he hasn’t touched yours— too tired from practice, too tired from school, he has too much on his plate, Sunny. He’ll figure it out. He always does. But you just want a break from baseball. You want a break from it all. “I am.” You kiss his forehead and he just smiles.

“Got tickets for Ben and Randy’s home game.” He says softly. “This weekend. I’d really like you to go with me.” And how could you ever say no to that pretty face?

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