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leorizanzel · 3 years

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For the short fic prompt list: dinluke with 38-cop/person getting a speeding ticket au, please! Love to see who you choose for the roles, the circumstances for the speeding, and what happens so they maybe get out of it.

Thank you for the prompt! I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to change the premise of the prompt a little because I don't want to imagine either of the characters as actual police lmao - especially not Din "ACAB" Djarin. Perhaps I should've thought of that before reblogging the meme but y'know.

DinLuke, "Park Improvement Fees", (G)

"Sir, were you aware that you can't set up a campfire this far out into the woods?"

Din nearly crawls straight out of his skin in horror at the sound of a man's voice coming through the trees. He immediately snatches his son off the log they're using as a makeshift bench and holds him tightly in his arms, eyes darting around in the darkness to find the source of the voice.

A beam of light appears from a Maglite flashlight up near the trail, and a young, wide-eyed man wearing a park ranger uniform finally steps into the clearing. Din runs his eyes up and down the man's figure, trying to parse out how someone so... sunny-looking and pretty could pull off any sort of uniform and authority. He briefly wonders if the forest's chipmunk population make fun of him behind his back.

"Did you hear me, sir?" the park ranger asks as he flicks the switch off on the flashlight. "Do you have your camping permit with you, by chance?"

Din sighs as he gently sets his son back down on the log and reaches into his front shirt pocket. "Here - I filled out the paperwork with the KOA and everything. I saw the marks of an old campfire here and I figured everything was fine."

The park ranger hums as he looks over Din's paperwork in the firelight. "I suppose I can't blame you for that, but I'll have to ask you to move your campsite to an approved location."

Din can't help but feel his face contort into a frown, which deepens as he hears his son begin to cry. "Look, Ranger...?"

"Ranger Skywalker, sir."

"Right, Ranger Skywalker - we just settled in for the night, and I promised my son here that we'd start making hot dogs and s'mores in just a few minutes," Din sighs as he reaches out a hand to soothe over his son's hair. "He's tired and cranky, and he's been looking forward to this all day. Can you cut us a break tonight?"

Ranger Skywalker's soft features somehow soften even more as he takes in the sight. "I can't do that, Mister... Djarin," he says, looking back down at his permit, "it's not that I don't want to let you two rest, it's that letting you stay here any longer presents a fire danger. These trees could go up any second, and I'm sure I don't have to tell you what a horrible mess that would be for everyone."

"I understand," he says as he bends down to pick his son back up and try to soothe his cries. "We'll be out of your hair soon, then."

"I can take you and your boy to the nearest campsite, if you like," Ranger Skywalker says as he moves to hand Din his paperwork. "I have my truck parked out on the nearest trail, and I'd be happy to help you pack up and set up somewhere else. It's much too risky to let you do that on your own this time of night, especially with such a cute little guy that you're looking after."

"You'd do that? I don't want to take advantage," Din asks as he shifts his son around in his arms, struggling to keep him still as he tries to reach for the ranger's whistle on his uniform shirt. "I'm sorry; he likes shiny things."

"It's fine - happens all the time! I'm not going to give him the whistle, though, if it's all the same to you. I like my eardrums intact," the ranger says with much solemnity. "What's your name, little guy?"

"Grogu," the child says as he continues to grab for the whistle.

"Oh, that's an interesting name! I'm Luke," the ranger - Luke - says as he reaches a finger out to shake Grogu's hand. He smiles wide and the sight of such a pretty man interacting with his son in such an almost saccharine sweet way makes Din's heart clench in his chest. "It's very nice to meet you, sir."

"I'm Din, by the way - though I guess you already knew that," the older man says, a sudden blush creeping up on his cheeks. "Thank you for your help, really."

"It's no problem! But you know, the Park Ranger Service charges a fee for sudden campsite relocation assistance," Luke says with a sudden stern look.

Din raises an eyebrow. "And what's the fee?"

"A s'more generally settles the debt, but I'm also willing to accept fees in the form of smiles from cute little guys," Luke says as he runs a hand through Grogu's dark curls. "I'm going to run out to the truck and grab my fire extinguisher, alright? I'll be back in just a few minutes."

Once he's sure Luke's well down the path, Din lifts Grogu up to his chest and whispers, "Do you think he also accepts phone numbers, kid?"

#dinluke #this is pure cotton candy tooth-rotting fluff

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