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#at least din doesnt have to feed them
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The Mand'alor's Palace becomes traditionally haunted, with shit getting moved, things flicking on and off, droids and animals interacting with unseen presences. It scares the crap out of visitors, and most of the younger guards are perpetually terrified.
In reality it's just Anakin's force ghost messing with the state of the art display system Din had installed for Luke.
"Kiddo, look at the graphics on this thing! I don't even think the wrinkly old bag had something so nice! Your husband has great taste."
"Thanks Dad, but could you stop playing with the tech in front of guests? You're freaking people out."
"You didn't say anything about Obi-Wan redecorating the welcome hall!"
"I did actually, but it's not my fault his interior design is on point. Also, could you stop harassing the droids and garden animals?"
"Hey, that's not even me, the green troll chases 'em around and threatens to hit them with his stick. Don't know why he still has the damn thing."
"Could still whoop you, I could, young Skywalker, hm."
(Din: You know, when I realized all my in laws were dead, I didn't think this was going to be a problem
Luke: *gazing fondly at his father and Uncle Obi Wan playing with Grogu. In the distance a cat can be seen running from a glowing blue stick* I don't know what to tell you, Sweetie. You married into space wizards.
Anakin: Fucking sucker.
Obi Wan: Anakin! Don't listen to him, dear, your husband is lovely.
Din: ...Be honest with me, can they use their ghost magic to curse me? You're my husband, you have to tell me.)
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