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Clan of Warriors

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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.

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, Paz Vizsla, Owen Lars, Beru Whitesun, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Wedge Antilles, The Armorer.

Rating: Explicit (+18)

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence. Explicit Smut.

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, Gai Bal Manda, Blindfolds, Sub Din Undertones, Fantasies, Jealous Luke, Keldabe Kiss, Smut, Jealous Din, Dirty Talk, Face Reveal, Luke Skywalker in Mandalorian Armour.

Chapters: 40/?

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Din sighed closing his eyes slowly, lips parted, and Luke couldn't stop thinking that this man belonged to him, the most beautiful person in the galaxy was melting under his touch and he couldn't believe his luck.

What's the catch? The Jedi thought and his stomach clenched. He rubbed Din's scalp with the tips of his fingers, lovingly "Mine." He muttered under his breath. Fortunately, it seemed that Din couldn't hear him. "I should go now, love." Luke said pressing their foreheads together. The Mand'alor hummed tilting his head.

"Don't be such a good boy." Din said under his breath.

Chapter 40: Purpose

Luke was lying on the floor in Grogu's room staring up at the ceiling, legs crossed at the ankles and hands on his stomach, Grogu kept sending him memories of Din through the force.

"I missed this." The Jedi breathed in caressing Grogu's arm, thinking back to the days the child started to share anecdotes about his mandalorian guardian with him, he smiled realizing that he has been falling for Din since the beginning and his heart gave an extra beat.

"Grogu, I'm so proud of you." He said quietly finally moving his head to look at baby. The child tilted his head, eyes bright as usual, full of life and spirit, he babbled and Luke smiled "Yes, very proud, ad'ika."

Baby was sitting right beside him, he reached out his hand to caress Luke's cheek, making him sigh "That feels nice. Thank you, little one." He closed his eyes and suddenly, the vision of Din boring into his eyes filled his mind. He froze, then he swallowed hard when he understood that it was actually one of Grogu's memories, the kid was thinking about the moment he saw Din's face for the very first time, he could sense through the force that Grogu was feeling the same while caressing Luke, the same love and gratitude he felt when his little hand touched Din's cheek while they were saying goodbye. Luke remembered that moment very well — his stomach clenched, still regretting taking Grogu from Din without asking him to join them.

The Jedi's chest was rising and falling rapidly as he felt tears prickling at the corner of his eyes, he curled his fingers around Grogu's hand "Grogu? Is that true?" He sat up slowly, not breaking eye contact with the child "Do you feel that way about me?"

Grogu nodded and Luke crossed his legs ducking his head "You're important to me as well, kid." He smiled brushing his fingers across baby's forehead "I would be lying if I said you're my Padawan." He sighed hunching his shoulders "You're more than that, ad'ika... You're my clan-" A knock on the door cut him off, they looked at each other for a while "Who could that be? Do you think it's dad?" Luke asked and Grogu nodded babbling before heading to the living room.

The Jedi rose to his feet putting the helmet back on, understanding that if Din took the time to knock the door instead of walking in, he wasn't alone.

Grogu stood on his tiptoes pointing at the door command and Luke chuckled pressing the button, he bit his lower lip blinking, he was so ready to see Din, his heart had been aching for him since that gentle touch when the mandalorian teased him by stealthily brushing his knuckles with his own. Oh, the way it awakened something in Luke, it felt forbidden and even special, it felt like a promise. For the first time since they started their relationship, Luke found himself fantasizing about furtive encounters, and sparks shot up his spine at the mere thought of Din appearing out of the blue to shove him against a wall and taking whatever he wanted from him, maybe Din would cover his mouth with his hand while pleasuring him with the other one, shushing him by brushing his lips against his ear, whispering "Keep your mouth shut, baby, they would hear you. Now, be a good boy and keep quiet while I fuck you the way you deserve."

Luke sucked in a breath when the door slid open and the blue familiar helmet appeared in front of him. Grogu let out a deflated exhale that made him huff out a laugh.

While the kid started toddling — visible crestfallen — towards his bedroom, Paz' visor roamed all over the Jedi's form "Where's the Mand'alor?" He asked entering the chamber followed by Luke's younger version. He nodded at Miko and the guard closed the door behind them. "Damn, Jetii, you look even more irresistible now." He added elbowing Miko, the boy shook his head frowning.

Luke gaped behind his helmet "You can tell it's me?" If Paz was able to recognize him, maybe other people could as well.

Paz sat down on the couch unceremoniously, legs spread and elbows propped on his massive thighs "Hell no! Joako told me you were here with the little one." He said and Luke nodded closing his eyes, sighing relieved. "But wait, turn around."

"No, Vizsla."

"Oh, c'mon kih Jetii, even the spirit of Mandalore The First knows I would recognize your perfect tiny bottom in pitch-dark." Paz chuckled slapping his own knee.

Choosing to ignore Paz' cheekiness, Luke moved his visor to Miko's face, the boy smiled handing him a bag "Thank you Jedi Master, sir, here, your robes and cloak." Luke outstretched his arm taking the bag from the guard.

"No, Miko, thank you." He nodded at him "I'm so relieved now that you're back."

"Safe and sound, sir." The boy replied eliciting a chuckle from Luke.

The main door slid open and the three of them snapped their heads towards the entrance, Din stormed in and then he slowed down the pace.

"Vod!" Paz exclaimed standing up and spreading his arms wide, he closed the distance between them and hugged Din, tightening the grip around him.

"Good to see you, Vizsla." He said pulling away "Miko." He added nodding at the guard. "Now that you're here, we need to, uh, discuss the plan. Meet me in an hour."

"Sure." Paz said taking a few steps back, then he wrapped an arm around Luke's shoulders "See you later, then." He said as he started to walk but Luke remained in his place, the Jedi ducked his head to get rid of him.

"What are you doing, Paz?" Din asked swaying on his feet, a hint of annoyance in the tone of his voice.

The big mandalorian tossed his head back sighing deeply "We talked about this." He said pointing at Luke "I don't trust you around the kih jetii, he won't be in the same room as you. You agreed to stay away from him." He walked towards Din and jabbed his forefinger in his chest plate "You won't ruin our plan." Paz grunted bumping Din's pauldron with his own as he walked past him "Don't blame you for trying tho, but the jetii is coming with us." He stated, reaching the door command.

Din lowered his head sighing, resting his hands on his hips "I'll see you later." He said as his visor found Luke's.

"I count on it." Luke whispered as he brushed past him, his fingers tickling, eager to feel Din's beskar, still he didn't act on his emotions, he remained composed. Years of training and meditation allowed Luke to remain level-headed and practical even when the world seemed to fall down around him.

Another little victory. Luke smiled behind his helmet as he left the chamber, certain that he could experience strong feelings without compromising his own balance.

He was still immersed in his thoughts when he followed Paz into his bedroom, accidentally bumping his only pauldron against the doorframe, the tall mandalorian turned around when he heard the screeching sound of the beskar against the metal structure.

"Poor kih jetii." He chuckled sitting down on his bed "Don't worry, you'll get used to your new bulkiness."

Luke narrowed his eyes fixing them on Paz "I've been doing just fine till now. Thank you anyway." Granted, wearing mandalorian armour was a bit of a challenge, especially when it came to the helmet, Luke found himself using the force to be conscious about his surroundings since the size of the visor didn't allow him to use his peripheral vision. Indeed, he collided with doorframes and furniture a few times that day, but it only happened because he got distracted.

"Now, jetii, we need to talk about the wedding day." He said as Luke took his helmet off, running a hand through his hair and sighing deeply, squeezing his eyes shut. Paz went silent, his hands resting on the mattress at the sides of his thighs.

"What?" Luke asked once he opened his eyes and realized the mandalorian was staring. Even when the helmet was covering his face, it was pretty obvious that Paz was gawking at him.

Vizsla shrugged and tilted his head "Nothing." He cleared his throat "It's just... You look gorgeous like that."

Luke blinked and pressed his lips together, leaving his helmet on the mattress avoiding Paz' visor.

"Never mind, let's work." Vizsla added disregarding his previous statement. The Jedi nodded sitting on a chair in front of him.

"Alright, Paz. I'm listening."

Luke came back to the royal chamber that night to take care of Grogu, he woke up to Din's gentle touch "Good morning, cyar'ika." He whispered, his lovely face close to his helmet, fingers finding the skin of his neck "You can take this off." He added, running his hand up and down the back of Luke's helmet. "Have breakfast with us."

Luke adjusted his eyes, lips curling up when he found Din's brown eyes, he reached out a hand to cup his cheek, running his thumb over his mustache "I should't." He said quietly.

"They won't know." Din told him, leaning in, pressing a kiss on his visor "Stay with us." He leaned back stroking Luke's waist.

The blonde Jedi was basking in the sight of Din kneeling on the floor by the bed, so close, so warm, caressing him and staring at him with such loving eyes, making something warm settle in his belly as his heartbeat went impossible faster.

He propped himself up on his elbows, frowning "Wait, you spent the whole night working with the council?"

"Yes." Din nodded, his voice sounded a little rough, now Luke could notice the dark circles under his eyes.

"You look tired... you even sound tired, Din." He sighed, stroking his patchy beard "Besides, the Armorer must be waiting for me as we speak."

Din moved his head slightly in order to kiss Luke's thumb earning him a chuckle from the Jedi "Are you trying to convince me to stay with you?"

"Is it working?" Din asked playfully, looking at him through lowered lashes.

"Fuck, yes." Luke groaned reaching his hand up behind Din to cradle the back of his head with his palm.

"Don't be such a good boy." Din said under his breath and Luke's brain short-circuited, maybe — that same afternoon — he was daydreaming about the moment Din would call him a good boy, but hearing him saying it, really saying it, even when the context was completely different, was something else entirely.

"Stars!" Luke rubbed the cheek of his helmet against Din's face "Say it again." He pleaded, closing his eyes.

"Don't be such a good boy?" Din asked arching his brows.

Fuck!

"Just the last part..." Luke said moving to kneel on the mattress and sitting on his heels, Din rested his hands flat on his thigh plates looking up at him while Luke held the back of his head with both hands "Say it, Din."

"Good boy." Din said in a low-pitched voice, a knowing smile appearing on his face as he stared at Luke with half lidded eyes.

The Jedi nodded drawing in a long breath, he blinked behind his helmet realizing he wanted to hear Din saying those words forever, and all of a sudden a thought popped up into his mind unbidden. What if he couldn't hear Din calling him his cyare, his cyar'ika, his good boy forever? He grimaced as intrusive thoughts started taking him over, images of a badly injured Din lying on the floor trying to protect Grogu with his last ounce of strength. He swallowed hard knowing quite well that it wasn't actually a vision, however he started to feel uneasy.

"Good. Good." He said stretching out one leg to leave the bed "Uh, now, I should-" He stood beside Din who was getting on his feet "Should get on with my day now, huh?" He added looking at Grogu over his shoulder, baby was still snoring snuggled up in the big bed.

"Are you alright?" Din asked trying to grab his hand.

"Yes, it's just, well, you know. Grogu's here and I'm feeling a little-" Luke looked down at his boots, mouth pressed into a thin line behind his helmet. That wasn't the first time he lied to Din, but there and then, it felt utterly wrong.

Realization seemed to hit Din "Oh." He whispered raising his eyebrows "Fine." He shrugged and shook his head "Don't worry, I'm feeling the same." He grinned and Luke's chest tightened. Of course Din wasn't feeling the same, essentially because he wasn't being honest with him, Luke wasn't aroused at all, he was actually distressed.

"See you later." The Jedi sputtered, he spun on his heels and walked away. He barely heard Din saying something, the sound of his own pulse pounding in his ears was deafening him.

When he stepped out of the chamber Miko flinched slightly, staring at him. Luke kept walking until he turned the corner of the hallway and he rested his hand on the wall, lowering his head, he frowned balling his hands into fists. He cursed himself under his breath, that idea again, maybe he was fooling himself thinking that he got it under control, maybe he could walk away from Din the day before without touching him, even when he was dying to do so, only because he knew that it was temporary. Since he embraced his feelings for Din he had this false belief that he overcame that initial concern — and the reason why he had been stubbornly holding back his love for Din for so long — the possibility of becoming so vulnerable that his emotions could cloud his thoughts, spiraling him into darkness.

He shook his head unclenching his fits. You're not your father. He said to himself, thinking back to Leia's words.

That evening the Jedi was wandering aimlessly down a corridor after a long day when someone shoved him out of the way grabbing him by his arm. Luke looked over his shoulder meeting Din's visor and he dropped his guard immediately. The Mand'alor opened a door dragging Luke into the room, pressing a hand on Luke's chest plate pinning him against the nearest wall. The Jedi chuckled, he'd been missing Din the entire day.

"You know how lucky you are Mand'alor? I was a second away from annihilating you right on the spot." He joked, running his forefinger down the edge of Din's helmet. "Ah, you should stop fulfilling my fantasies, you're spoiling me rotten." He whispered smirking.

"What?" Din asked and he sounded amused.

The Jedi shook his head slowly "Nothing." He looked around, his brows drew together "Where are we?"

"I don't know." Din said glancing over his shoulder "I was looking for an empty room and I found this one." His visor on Luke's again "How was your day?"

"Good." Luke answered slipping his fingers between Din's chest plate's straps and his flight suit "Spent hours walking around Mandalore with the Armorer, she identified all of them, Din." He smiled even when Din couldn't see it.

"That's great, cyar'ika." He cupped the back of Luke's helmet in his gloved hand "It's weird."

"What's weird?" Luke shrugged.

"Meeting you in secret... Shouldn't be this way." He sighed.

The Jedi huffed out a laugh "I kinda like it though." Luke said, brazenly pressing the inner side of his knee against Din's calf. Then he stopped in his tracks "Where's Grogu?" He asked concerned.

"He's with Vizsla and Reeves, don't worry."

"And... You're planning on-" His lips twitched, it was unlikely of him, Din would never leave the child under his friends' care in order to have a romantic encounter with Luke.

"Vizsla told me you're bumping into everything, I didn't consider that. You need to get familiar with the beskar armour. I'm gonna help you."

The Jedi sighed tossing his head back, rolling his eyes "It only happened a couple of times-"

Din cut him off "I think it's adorable." Luke's heart leapt in his chest, now he couldn't bring himself to burst his bubble, if Din wanted to believe that Luke, a force-user above all things, needed his help, he would play along.

"Meet me in the training room." The Mand'alor said hitting the door command. "Go now."

"What?"

"Please." Din nodded and pointed at the corridor, Luke walked out of the room casting a glance at him over his shoulder "Wait for me there." The mandalorian added. Luke shook his head smiling, it was a little funny, but he was finding Din adorable as well, as a matter of fact, he was specifically finding Din's protectiveness adorable.

At the age of nineteen a lonely farm boy left Tatooine behind him, mourning his uncle and his aunt. Everything was new and exciting, he met people that eventually became his family — even Leia became family to him way before he discovered she was his twin sister. Luke hasn't spent a single day of his life ignoring how receiving the love of someone close to his heart felt like, still, romantic love was a foreign concept to him. It remained that way until Din Djarin entered his life.

While being a part of the rebel alliance, a whole new world opened up for him. Luke had many casual partners until he went to Dagobah to train in the ways of the force. Eventually, he became more and more introverted after the redemption and death of his biological father, Anakin Skywalker. Luke devoted his life to rebuild the Jedi order, convinced that he wasn't the only force-sensitive living being in such a vast galaxy.

And he was right.

Grogu, the most unique little creature, found him and to Luke's satisfaction, the little replica of Master Yoda gave him something new to put his effort towards — becoming a Jedi Master once and for all. Little did he know that meeting the little one would also lead him to the love of his life, a mandalorian that seemed rough around the edges at first sight but once Luke saw him through Grogu's eyes, he began to grow on him. Luke found himself thinking about the mysterious mandalorian more often than not. When he thought back to those days, it felt like a previous life. Din and Grogu changed everything for good, and now, Luke couldn't imagine his life without his little clan in it.

And there he was, as Din requested, sitting on the floor of the training room, legs crossed and gloved hands resting on his knees, waiting for him. He closed his eyes behind the helmet, breathing in, it felt good, soothing. He slowly opened his eyes when he heard a sound coming from the entrance. Din was standing by the door, holding Grogu close to his chest with one arm, baby tilted his head making a lovely sound, his big brown eyes fixed on Luke.

Din turned around, Miko and Joako were standing behind him, still in the corridor "No one gets inside, understood?" He said to his guards, the two young men nodded before Din closed the door behind him.

Luke took a deep breath, a feeling of extreme gladness washing over him as he saw Din crouching down to put Grogu on the floor and his heart skipped a beat when baby started walking towards him with grabby hands, he held his arms out to the baby finally holding him tight, the child giggled rubbing his little face against his chest plate. Luke looked up, meeting Din's visor.

"Are you ready, cyare?" Din asked, gesturing with a hand around the training room.

"Always, love." Luke answered choked with emotion, cradling his baby in his arms.

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thewriterowl · 2 years

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Hey owl, I don't know if this is something you see or think about, (you don't have to answer if you don't want to) but have I thought about a very angsty idea, this probably would sound ooc or a weird universe, but I read an idea of Luke dating Han, but Han cheated on him(with Leia, but Leia didn't know they were dating or Han told her they broke up) and Luke catches them he is distraught, he flees and just gets away from that, he doesn't even want to see Leia even if she feels sorry, he doesn't get with the republic for that an other reasons, when he meets Din he is just to scared and distrustful of falling in love again that he keeps his distance or tries to stay friends.

But Din after hearing what happened to him and with his strong feelings, he slowly help Luke to heal and be able to love again, and eventually get together, if he were to meet solo again he would be pissed or show Solo what he missed(Han feels bad and quite sad of what he lost and sees with longing)

It would be OOC...but the ANGST potential is amazing!

Luke just heartbroken after what happened and just urges them to be together because they clearly love each other. But he is just so sad and feels so unlovable that someone he cared for would do something like this.

Luke is still super friendly and kind and helps Din out but when he notices he is having feelings for Din he starts to pull back a little. And Din is falling hard for Luke as well and asks for permission to court him and Luke just panics.

Din would pull back if he knew Luke rejected him out of not having the same feelings...but he knew Luke returned the feelings...and he was scared...it didn't make sense so he urges to at least learn the reason.

Then Luke tells the truth that he was brutally rejected in such a horrible way (cheating) and he just doesn't think he is a good person to be in a relationship with--he clearly did something wrong and he just doesn't want to be hurt like that again.

Now Din is not about to have Luke banish himself from love when he deserved to be happy and taken care of. He pleads for Luke to give him a chance, to softly court Luke.

Luke agrees and they slowly become a pair but he is very timid about it. Din is happy to have him in any way.

Then he meets Han (or whoever really does this to Luke) and is just ready to punch him and break his nose and show his beloved Luke off.

He will do whatever he can to love his Luke for the rest of their lives and make him so happy.

Luke is still timid but warms up and opens up to Din and their relationship.

#owl inbox

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authortobenamedlater · 10 months

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3, 7, 8, and 16 for whichever AU you want to talk about most.

(Grr argh starting all over after Tumblr ate my post.)

This got LONG and took most of the day to write. Splitting between MRR and MWAS because I can’t choose 😂 and they are my only active AUs right now.

AU fanfic asks

3. Did anything inspire this au?

MRR: I made a comment like “LOL Mando and Bo-Katan are gonna have to get political married next season” and Mr said “You should write that.”

MWAS: Mr would say our home life 🤣 which is true to an extent. But the whole AU itself? I can’t point to anything besides a general “Oh please can ONE PERSON in this messed-up universe find some happiness?”

7. What ships are canon in this au?

MRR: DinBo, Luke/Mara, Karga/unnamed OC wife, Han/Leia. Han/Leia won’t make any huge appearances, I don’t think. There is room for expansion down the line.

MWAS: Tom/Chyler is it for now. However, there will at some point be mention of Chyler’s brother/his wife and the ops officer who has a thing for Sarah Palmer 😜 I haven’t put too much thought into those yet.

I guess Audrey/Jim counts? Even though Jim (Tom’s dad) is dead, he gets talked about enough I’ll include this as a ship. Same for Chyler’s parents.

Oh! Edward Buck/Veronica Dare, since I mentioned them once. Maybe they’ll be back?

8. What platonic relationships are important in this au?

MRR: Luke and Mara + Din and Bo-Katan. At some point Din and Luke look at each other and sigh “redheads.”

Grogu and everyone.

Cara + Din and Bo-Katan. Cara convinces Bo to give Din a shot, not knowing it’s going to turn into a royal marriage.

Bo-Katan and Satine. Satine is dead but Bo-Katan thinks about her a lot, and feels tremendous guilt for the rift in their relationship.

Din and his parents. Have not done anything here but want to explore this in the future. I have many headcanons about the elder Djarins.

I’m sure there are others, but those are the big ones I can think of.

MWAS: Palmer + Tom and Chyler. Palmer spends most of her time making sure Chyler still has a husband at the end of the day.

Roland and everyone. The little orange bastard (affectionate or derogatory, depends on the day) sees all and hears all.

Audrey + Tom and Chyler. Chyler REALLY pushes Tom to mend his relationship with Audrey.

Grayson and family + Tom and Chyler. Chyler’s brother has a wife and kids, no names as of now.

All the Circinius survivors: Don’t know how or when but they all get together sometime.

Master Chief + Tom and Chyler: It’s not exactly a “relationship” cause, well, it’s Chief. But Chief knows about Tom and Chyler (he finds out in a fic I’ll write eventually) and knowing two of the kids he rescued on his first major deployment found some measure of peace with each other kinda blows his mind a little. It means a lot to him, and they mean a lot to him, but, as I said, it’s Chief 😂 relationships aren’t his thing unless you’re a fellow S-II or Cortana.

16. Are there any ocs in this fic?

MRR: Thus far baby Satine is the only one I’ve introduced. However, there will be others as opportunities arise.

MWAS: The only one I’ve used so far is Jim Lasky, and as we’ve established he’s dead. I’m going to have to make A LOT of OCs because we don’t meet any of the Infinity command/senior staff besides Lasky and Palmer. This is something of a daunting task if I’m being real.

#halo #the mandalorian #married with a supercarrier au #mandalore’s reluctant royals #au fanfiction #fanfic asks #au asks #ask me anything #ask meme #ask box open

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Redirection

There was a bright light beyond my eyelids when I woke up. I blinked, squinting as I looked around.

I was in the too-comfortable bed in the apartment, tucked fiercely under a mass of blankets.

When I shot up a hand rested on my shoulder.

“You’re safe, Larkin. We’re back on Cloud City now.”

It was Luke. He must have been sitting there, waiting for me to get up. My head was spinning.

“Where is he?”

——

He, Din, was in the med bay. Luke assured me as we walked over that he gave explicit instructions for them to not lift his helmet without his consent. I stopped and hugged him right then and there in the middle of the hallway, people bustling around us.

I guess we were friends now.

The med way wasn’t terribly crowded. When a nurse saw me her eyes lit up in recognition and she led me to one of the last rooms. Through a small window in the door I saw him sitting up on the edge of a sterile looking mattress.

“He’s a fighter, that one. Expected to make a full recovery. You should go to him. He hasn’t been terribly talkative,” the nurse told me, patting my shoulder before walking away.

I laughed to myself. What a privilege to know that when Din was quiet he was going to be perfectly fine.

Tentatively, I walked in the door, hit by an unexpected wave of nerves. He had that effect on me still, like I’d retained some girlish crush complete with the butterflies.

Of his armor, he only wore his helmet. I saw the rest stacked up in the corner unceremoniously. He was wearing a med bay clothing set and looked unbelievably uncomfortable exposed like that. I think he was so preoccupied with not losing his mind, he didn’t hear me come in.

His head shot over in my direction when I sat next to him. Neither of us said a word, only taking each other in.

He was alive and he was going to be okay. The realization of that finally set in, chills spreading over my arms as we leaned into each other. Slowly we laced out fingers together. He gently rubbed his thumb over mine.

We stayed there like that for a long time, never saying a thing. We didn’t need to.

——

The facility, as it turns out, wasn’t on any previous New Republic maps. The seizing of it wasn’t a great military maneuver, but it did indicate to the New Republic that the remnants of the Empire were more widespread than they’d previously believed.

General Virs’ ego had stabbed her in the back. I learned in a later debriefing that she wasn’t even there when we got Din. That confused me.

“Why would she want me to come to the location where Mando was, but she wasn’t? That doesn’t make sense to me,” I told Leia. “Our theory is that this location was essentially a middleman. Her plan was to use the Mandalorian as bait and then take you to a secondary location when they caught you. She didn’t foresee it going as spectacularly wrong as it did,” she responded, giving me a sharp grin.

“Do we know what the secondary location would’ve been?”

“Not yet. But, since seizing that facility we’ve been combing through the data left on the computers. If it was truly a facility under Virs’ jurisdiction that information may just be the breakthrough we need to get ahead of her operations. It might be a great help to you.” She gave me a pointed look then. I knew she was referring to the job offer that still hung in the air.

Virs was still out there. I could do something about it.

“Yeah, it would be.”

——

Din was discharged. He looked way more at home as we made our way back to the apartment, back in his armor. His walk was slightly more dramatic than usual, cape swooshing through the hallways. I laughed softly, watching him return to his element.

We ate dinner with all the window shades closed and the door locked. It was silly, but we still sat back-to-back, a hybrid of habit and tradition with a dash of refusing to acknowledge that we didn’t need to do it anymore.

I hadn’t seen his face since and I hadn’t asked to. It was unclear if he wanted to show it, and to me that indicated that we were going back to normal. A small fraction of myself that I tried to ignore was disappointed about that.

“You said you wanted to talk about the job offer?” he asked in between bites.

Right. “I know what the jobs are now. Luke, the one who went with me to get you, told me. They’re not to find bounties. They’re to find people...like me.”

“Kare’tigaanyc?” I could hear curiosity in his voice.

“Yeah. Luke he’s...he’s a Jedi. The last of his kind. He wants to reestablish the Jedi Order and take down the Empire. He thinks we’re the ones to do it because I’m kare-kare’tigaanyc.

“We’re already good hunters, but I’d be able to feel them. The general that set the bounty on me, the one that took you, it’s her operation to take these people, but we’d be saving them.”

We continued eating as he sat there, considering that.

“Do you want to do this?” he asked.

I paused, picking at my food. “Yeah, I think I do.” “Well, then it’s settled.”

I smiled, nudging my back into his.

“But we really need to work on your Mando’a pronunciation. That was...bad.”

“Hey!”

——

The next morning I told Leia we were in. She was thrilled, but I could also tell, unsurprised.

“Well, I think you’ll be able to get started in a week. We’ll get in touch then.”

“Mando got discharged, we’re available now.”

She gave me an exasperated look. “Larkin, you two deserve some time off. Go. That’s an order.”

I smiled at her, offering a sloppy salute. “Yes, General Organa.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes and waving me off as she walking away.

Yeah, I still liked her.

——

It was ridiculously comforting to be back in the Crest. It was cold and smelled like metal but it was home. It was home and it was with him.

We shot into hyperspace, getting ready to tuck in and get some rest for the night, and I was tuning up one more thing in the cockpit. With a zap and the turn of a wrench it was done. Maker, it felt good to do something with my own hands in my own space. I yawned and slid down the ladder, looking around to find Din.

He was standing over by the beds, back to me. His helmet was off. I stopped in my tracks.

As much as I wanted to I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the dark curls. The curve of his back against the material of his shirt. “Hey Din, I’m...I’m down here now.”

“Come here, I want to show you something.”

“You do know your helmet is off, right?”

He sighed. “Yes. Now come here.”

I slowly walked over, snapping my eyes on the beds, and I realized what he was talking about. The mattresses were level now, turning into one big bed.

“Did you know these could do this the whole time?” I asked, cheeks flushing.

“Yes.”

“Oh, you fucking dickhead.”

He laughed and I smiled, looking over at him before I could stop myself.

It was never going to get old, I realized, seeing his face with those big dark eyes and shadow of stubble. His hair fell in devastating curls on his forehead and the gentle smile on his lips was lopsided.

“Is this ok?” I whispered.

“Yeah.”

He looked nervous. I wondered how often he betrayed how he really felt underneath that helmet. Thus far I’d learned to read him pretty well through the beskar. This was all new. I couldn’t wait to decipher everything about every new expression he had to offer, to richen the deep perception I already had of him and his every quirk.

“I like your mustache.”

He chuckled. “Thanks.”

“Wait, how do you upkeep that thing? It’s just for your own enjoyment, right?”

“In the latrine. I use a knife.”

“A knife? Holy Maker, Din, I am buying you the first razor I come across.”

There was still a cut on his lip, not taken care of by the med bay under the helmet. The talking opened it up again and it began to bleed.

“Oh, hey,” I said motioning to my own lip. He lifted up and touched it, pulling away blood.

“Sit on the bed, I’ll be right there.”

“It’s just a cut, Larkin.”

“Your face is still very new to me, it can’t get all banged up now. Sit.”

He sat down, amusement in his eyes as he watched me bring over the med kit. I took out some gauze and brought it up to his face, steadying his jaw with my other hand as I blotted the cut. Never once did his eyes leave my face.

His skin was rough and his jaw was sturdy. The ghost of a smile hung over his lips as I cleaned them.

Slowly reaching out, he grabbed my waist and gently pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around my middle and laying his forehead on my chest. Wordlessly I put down the gauze and cradled his head, digging my face into his hair, taking in his scent. It was intoxicating and perfect and his. Slowly, I ran my fingers through his hair, marveling at it, comfortable in the warmth.

“I love you,” he murmured into me. We both pulled in as tight as we could, as if no space between us was too far.

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thewayofthemandalorian · 2 years

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better with you - chapter seven

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Series rating: M

Chapter rating: M

Word count: 4,362

Notes: The general consensus for the last chapter was “Luke, wtf dude.” Which, to be fair, I also was thinking as I was writing it. This chapter is probably the most emotionally heavy of the chapters, and we finally find out what’s really going on with Talia and Silais and why they’ve been acting so suspect!

Reblogs/comments appreciated.

Chapter warnings: Discussion of pregnancy, medical appointment, blood mention, illness mention, blackmail, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, panic attack, kissing

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You can only describe your reaction as being delayed. “T-the baby?” you manage to stutter out. “What baby?” you ask, almost stupidly. You know that he’s talking about your baby. Your baby with Din, currently growing inside you. It certainly explains a lot of things that have been happening recently.

Luke examines your face, panics when he sees the confusion and realization dawning on your features. “Oh. Oh no,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I thought you knew.”

“The baby,” you repeat. Given how much time you and Din have spent together, it was inevitable.

“It’s okay,” you hear yourself saying. “You didn’t know I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?” asks a new voice. It’s a voice you vaguely recognize. You turn in tandem with Luke to see his twin sister, Leia Organa-Solo standing at the door. “You found another Jedi?” she asks.

Now you’re having a delayed reaction for a different reason.

Leia Organa-Solo is standing right in front of you. “No, Leia. This is our mother’s cousin. Wife to the Mandalorian.”

Leia’s eyes widen. “And you didn’t think to tell me she was coming to visit?” she asks.

“I-I just arrived today, just a half hour ago,” you interject, not wanting your arrival to cause friction between the siblings. You introduce yourself, extending a hand to shake; Leia surprises you by giving you a hug.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she says before turning back to her twin brother. “What didn’t she know?” she asks. “Who our father was?”

“N-no, I’ve known that for a very long time,” you say. At Luke and Leia’s look of confusion, you add, “They weren’t exactly discreet. No, what Luke means is that… I didn’t know I was pregnant until he sensed it just now.”

Leia’s eyes widen, flicker back and forth between you and Luke as though putting the pieces together. “Maker, Luke!” she groans, clearly annoyed with her brother. “I don’t care if you're the Maker himself, you don’t tell people things like that!” she groans. Luke looks sheepish.

“It’s okay, really,” you reassure her. “I was starting to put the pieces together.” You need to figure out a way to tell Din. Need to make sure you actually are carrying his child. When it will arrive. Will he be nervous? Upset? Excited? Does he even want children with you?

“Where is the Mand’alor now?” asks Leia.

Gesturing outside, you say, “He’s with Grogu.”

At the mention of Grogu, Leia smiles. “He’s a sweet boy,” she says. You nod.

“Din’s really missed him,” you say, hazarding a glance at Luke, who still holds the bundled beskar chainmail.

“Patu.” The three of you turn. Din is standing at the door, holding Grogu and taking in the scene before him. His eyes dart from Luke to you to Leia.

“Hutt-slayer,” he breathes reverently, placing his free hand on his chest in a fist in honour of Leia.

“My friends call me Leia,” she says, flushing a little at the name. “It’s an honour to meet you as well, Lord Mand’alor. I am glad to see that you are reunited with Grogu at last. He’s missed you greatly this past year.”

Grogu chirps.

“I’ve missed him as well,” Din says, turning his attention back to you. “Are you all right, cyare? You’re shaking.”

So you are. “I’m fine,” you say, drawing an arm around his middle and giving Grogu a gentle pat on the head. “Just… learning a lot today,” you decide on saying.

“Grogu,” says Luke suddenly. The child coos in response. “I owe you — you and your father — an apology. An apology and a choice.” Din looks confused. “I have protected you and trained you in the ways of the Force. But I have kept a choice from you, something that my father did not have. Something that I had. The Mandalorian had this —” he holds up the beskar chain mail. “—made for you. But I also have something for you as well.” He unclips something from his belt. A small lightsaber. “This is a lightsaber. This one belonged to my master, Yoda. And now I am offering it to you.” Luke sets both the chainmail and the lightsaber on the ground. Din lowers Grogu down so that he can better see. You can tell from his expression that he’s upset that Luke withheld the chainmail from Grogu, but doesn’t say anything.

“And the choice?” asks Din. “You said he has a choice that Vader didn’t have.”

Luke nods serenely. “My father was not given the choice between being a Jedi and being with my mother and having attachments. It was… forbidden,” he explains. “A Jedi’s mind cannot be split, as my father’s was. A Jedi needs focus. That’s not to say that a Jedi cannot love and have connection.” At this he looks at his twin sister, who’s removed herself from the conversation and is now discussing something with Ahsoka just outside the temple. “But Grogu’s mind is not focused on being a Jedi. Make no mistake, he is well-trained in the Force, thanks in small part to me.”

Grogu is looking between the beskar chainmail and the small green lightsaber with great contemplation.

“I want to allow Grogu to make the choice. He can either choose the lightsaber and become my first official student in the temple,” Luke continues.

“Or?” you say.

“Or he can choose the chainmail and return home with you.” Grogu looks up at the three of you before looking back down at his options. You can feel Din’s breath catch. “What’ll it be Grogu?” asks Luke.

Grogu takes a final look at his two options before looking back up at Din, his big eyes bright with affection for his father. He shuffles towards the beskar chainmail and plants himself in front of it. “Patu,” he says decisively, looking up at Din with a smile.

Din’s stunned. “W-what?” he breathes. “You really want to come back with me? With us?” he says. Grogu coos, waddling towards you and Din, solidifying his choice. You disentangle yourself from Din, allowing him to stoop down and pick him and the beskar chainmail up.

There are tears in your eyes at the sight. Father and son reunited at last.

- - - -

There are no hard feelings with Luke. He graciously accepts Grogu’s decision. As Din and Grogu are making their way to the ship, you hang back to speak with him.

“I am sorry I told you that way,” he says sheepishly.

“It’s fine,” you say genuinely. “Truth be told, I was kind of putting the pieces together myself.”

Luke smiles. “Will I see you again? Leia and I?” he asks.

“Do you want to?” you ask.

“We’re family,” he says simply. “Just because I am a Jedi, doesn’t mean I turn my back on family.”

You contemplate for a moment. “Din and I are throwing a Life Day-slash-marriage celebration gala. I’m not sure if you or your sister and her husband have plans for Life Day, but it would be nice if you guys could come. Even bring Han Solo and their son. Ben, is it?” Luke nods. “You don’t have to make a decision right now, but it would be nice to have you there if you can make it.”

Din calls your name from the ship. “Are you coming, mesh’la?”

You give Luke a hug. “It was really nice to meet you. Even if it wasn’t the most conventional first way to meet long-lost family,” you joke.

Luke chuckles. “Likewise,” he agrees. “I wish you all the best. And thank you. For allowing me to see my mother.” You nod and turn to Leia.

“It was nice meeting you,” you say, “however briefly it was.”

She nods, hugging you. “Good luck with everything,” she murmurs. “Let me know if there’s any advice you need about anything. Anything at all,” she says, giving you a meaningful look. You nod. “And don’t be a stranger. The Skywalker-Solo-Organa family needs more women in it.”

You catch up with Din, Grogu chattering away in his arms. “Ready?” he asks.

“Yep, just saying goodbye,” you say.

“I can’t believe Grogu’s coming with us,” Din muses as you make your way up the ramp of the ship.

“I can. It’s so clear that he’s missed you this past year.” You strap yourself into the seat beside Din’s as he sets Grogu in the passenger’s seat behind the two of you.

You’re quiet on the trip back to Mandalore. Grogu falls asleep halfway there. He’s happy to be back with Din. And he seems to like you, too. You’re thinking of what Luke told you. About the baby. About how you need to make a visit to the medic’s office as soon as you can. And if they confirm what Luke said, you need to tell Din and start getting prepared.

You weren’t expecting to be expecting so soon. But like the Force, life moves in mysterious ways. “You’re awfully quiet, cyare. Is something wrong?” asks Din, pulling you away from your thoughts.

You shake your head. “No,” you say. “Just thinking. And I’m tired from the past couple of days.”

Instinctively, you place your hand over your stomach, which gives no indication one way or the other. “I can’t believe you knew who Leia Organa-Solo was at first sight and not Luke Skywalker,” you tease.

“Luke Skywalker didn’t choke out the biggest, most ferocious crime boss with nothing but chains,” Din points out. You have to agree with him on that. Everyone knew who was responsible for the death of Jabba the Hutt six years ago. “I was thinking,” he continues in a low whisper. “Once we get back to Mandalore, I might take Grogu for a spin in the N1 starfighter. I want to see his face when it goes into hyper-jump.”

Perfect. “Yeah, that sounds great,” you say, “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“I think so,” says Din, squeezing your hand. “I’m so happy that my family is finally all together.”

You can’t explain the tears in your eyes at that statement.

A few hours later, you’re back at Mandalore Hall. Grogu woke up just as you were entering the stratosphere.

“Welcome home, buddy,” says Din. Grogu squeals.

After giving Grogu a tour of the manor, Din and Grogu take off. Din kisses you slowly and sweetly. “Thank you for coming with me. We should do more delegation trips together.” You loop your arms around his neck. “I love you,” he says quietly, kissing you again.

“I love you,” you say. “Have a lot of fun with Grogu.” You give the child a kiss on his wrinkled forehead and he gurgles at you with affection.

Once Din and Grogu are gone, you find Hestia. “I’m just going on a few errands,” you say, “while Din and Grogu are out.”

Hestia frowns. “By yourself?” she asks.

“I should be fine. I just have a few stops. It shouldn’t be too, too long. And when I get back we should have a chat about Silais and Talia.”

The housekeeper’s face morphs into an expression you can’t quite read. “Oh, yes,” she says cryptically.

The temptation to stay and listen to what Hestia has to report is too overwhelming. Instead of heading to the medic’s, you pull up a chair. “I can delay my trip by a little bit.”

Hestia is relieved, clearly bursting to tell you. “So you were only gone for a full cycle. Maybe a cycle and a half, right?” You nod. “I thought, nothing could happen in that short amount of time. But I was making my rounds before going to bed last night as I do, especially when the house is empty apart from staff.”

Hestia pauses, takes a sip of tea, before proceeding. “So I was just finishing up when I found them in the same room you found them in the other day. And they were in the midst of a holovid call.”

“Another one?” you ask, though technically, they didn’t make the holovid call that you had walked in on the other day, at least not to your knowledge. “Who was it to?”

“That’s the thing my lady. It was to your mother. Your mother and Lady Kryze.”

- - - -

Thankfully, Mandalore at this time of day isn’t bustling with people, so you’re able to get to the medic’s office rather quickly and with little attention. People greet you as you pass them and you give them returning smiles and “hellos”.

Your mind is whirling the entire walk to the medic’s office. How are you going to handle this? How are you going to tell Din? Is he going to think that you’re involved? You have no idea what Talia or Silais would have to do with not only your mother, but Bo-Katan. It seems like such an odd combination of people to be on a holovid call. All of this on top of possibly being pregnant. This wasn’t how you wanted things to go.

“Lady Djarin?” calls the medic. You startle from your thoughts. “We’re ready for you now.”

You follow the medic, a young woman maybe a few years older than you into the examining room.

“So, what brings you here today?” she asks, shutting the door.

“I think I might be pregnant,” you say, “and I need to make sure I am before I tell my husband.”

The medic nods, her face remaining neutral. “You think you may be pregnant?” she echoes.

“It’s so early, we’ve only been married for two months. But all of the symptoms I’ve been experiencing the past week or so make me think that I am.” You omit Luke’s involvement in your being here today. The Force may work in mysterious ways, but you need solid, concrete proof.

“Of course,” says the medic. “I can run a test that will tell us if you are and how far along you are.”

It’s not a long test. The medic takes some of your blood and puts it in a machine to test it. “You won’t…” you hesitate. “This is all confidential, right? We haven’t even announced our celebration gala yet.”

The medic nods. “Of course. What happens and is said in here, stays in here.” The machine beeps, indicating that the test is finished. “All right,” she says, looking at the results on the screen. “According to this test, you are pregnant. About six weeks along,” she confirms.

You burst into tears. You’re having a baby. With the love of your life.

“Are these happy tears or sad tears?” she asks, handing you a tissue to wipe your eyes.

Mopping your eyes, you sniffle with a giggle. “Definitely happy,” you manage to choke out.

Once you manage to calm down, you make your way back to the manor. You need to talk to Talia; while you’re suspicious of her, you trust her more than you trust Silais. Not to mention, you’ve known her for five years.

But you need to talk to Din first about what Hestia has told you. You’ll save the happy news for later.

You’re not waiting long for Din. He and Grogu return shortly after you do, Grogu groggy and sleepy in his arms. “I’m going to put him down for a nap,” Din says after you kiss his cheek in greeting.

“Sounds good. And then I have to tell you something that Hestia told me.” Din’s eyebrow raises in curiosity as he carries Grogu to the room that has been designated as his — your former room.

Twenty minutes later, you’re seated with him in the sitting room on the divan together. Your fingers twist together in the fabric of your jumpsuit. “You know I asked Hestia to keep an eye on Talia and Silais.” Din nods. “Well she told me while you were out that she found them making a holovid call last night.”

“To whom?” Din asks calmly.

You take a fortifying inhale. “To my mother. And Bo-Katan Kryze.”

Din isn’t angry. Just curious. Trying as you are to figure it out. “Why?” he asks simply.

“I don’t know,” you say on a shaky breath. “They didn’t see her and she didn’t really hear what was being said.”

“It’s okay, cyare,” Din says, picking up on your anxiety over the matter, “we’re going to figure this out.”

“I think we need to talk to them. Talia at least. I know her better than Silais,” you say. Din nods in agreement. Standing up, you make your way over to the intercom. “Hestia? Can you send Talia to the sitting room, please?”

“Right away, Lady Djarin,” Hestia’s voice crackles over the intercom.

“We’re doing this now?” asks Din.

You shrug. “Might as well. I want to get to the bottom of this, don’t you?” Din nods.

There’s a knock on the door before it opens. Hestia and Talia stand there. “Talia,” you say, “have a seat.” Talia’s as pale as a ghost; she’s trembling like a leaf. “Hestia, can you make us some tea, please? And perhaps something to eat to go with it.” The housekeeper nods and bustles out.

Talia sits down across from you and Din. You’re holding his hand. “So, Talia,” you say as Hestia returns with tea and some food, setting it down on the table. “Thank you,” you say to her.

You can tell that Hestia wants to stay and listen to whatever it is that Talia has to say, but you dismiss her politely.

“What’s this about Lady Djarin?” Talia asks.

“I think you know, Talia,” you say, not unkindly. “Don’t you?”

Talia sniffles, not meeting your eye contact. She nods. “Yeah,” she says quietly.

“What is going on?” you ask, your voice gentling.

“You’re going to be really mad at me, Lady Djarin. I didn’t want to do it, but —” She gives a shuddering breath. “—I didn’t really have a choice.”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” you ask.

Talia contemplates for a moment. “Okay. Okay.” She takes a breath before continuing. “I’ve been… spying on you. For your mother and for Bo-Katan Kryze.”

You and Din exchange a glance. “Go on,” Din says carefully.

“This whole marriage between you has been a ruse. They wanted you to get married so that Bo-Katan could take the throne. There are some people who think that Lady Kryze is the rightful ruler, that Lord Djarin is a pretender. No offense, sir,” she says to Din.

“None taken,” drawls Din.

You frown. “How can that be? They didn’t think it was a good match.” Externally, you’re calm, collected. But internally, you’re about ready to scream, to cry, to be sick. You have a pit in your chest. How could you be so blind? How could you have not known? You’re not usually one to be taken for a fool, and now you feel particularly foolish.

Talia’s breath shudders. “T-they wanted i-it to look that way s-so that it would look like your choice. B-but they knew you weren’t going to spy on your h-husband.”

“So they asked you,” you surmise. “And what of your mother?” you ask

“Sh-she really is ill my lady. That-that’s how they got me to go along with it. Your mother’s paying for the treatment. B-but I-I didn’t want to spy on you. I haven’t wanted to this entire time.”

“I believe you, Talia. But explain to me why Kryze came the other day. What she said to you to make you so skittish,” you say, keeping yourself calm.

Talia pauses for a moment, catching her breath. Twin tears streak down her face. “She came to see if you would be sympathetic to her cause. I was t-telling her I didn’t w-want to be a part of it anymore.” And Bo-Katan didn’t like that, you assume, made threats. “I was going to tell you, my lady. I really was,” she sobs.

“I believe you, Talia. Is there anything else?” you ask.

She racks her brains. “Silais is the other spy. He’s the one that put Kryze on the council in the first place.” Talia takes a sip of her tea to calm herself. “I don’t want to do it anymore. But my mother needs the m-medicine and I-I didn’t know what else t-to do!” she says.

“You could have come to me. You could have told me, and Din and I would have helped,” you say, not angrily. It’s clear from the look on her face that that idea hadn’t even crossed her mind.

“I’m sorry, Lady Djarin. I don’t know what to do. They’re planning something for the Life Day celebration, but I don’t know what,” Talia says.

The three of you sit in silence for a long moment, Talia trying to get her breathing under control, to stop the flow of tears. Finally, you say, “Thank you for telling us, Talia.”

“Are you going to fire me?” she asks in a small voice.

You sigh, sharing a look with Din. “No; not yet, anyway.”

“I’m not going to tell her anything else, I promise,” says Talia.

That gives Din an idea. “No. You are.” Both you and Talia look at Din. “I have an idea. You’re going to be a double agent. Pretending to work for Kryze, but really working for us. Do you think you can do that?” he asks Talia.

“How are you not angry with me?” she asks instead.

“Answer the question, Talia,” you say, becoming more and more on board with the idea the more you think about it.

She nods. “Yes. I can do it. What about Silais?” she asks.

“Keep him in the dark. He’s slippery but surprisingly charismatic,” says Din. He’d have to call Fett and Shand and Vanth. Hell, maybe even Karga. You and Din share another look and he nods.

“That’s all Talia. Thank you for telling us,” you say. Talia wipes her eyes again, sniffles, and picks herself up off the couch.

“I really am sorry, Lady Djarin,” she says.

“I know.”

The door clicks behind you and you’re left alone with your husband.

- - - - -

The second you’re alone with Din, your resolve breaks. You’re honestly surprised you managed to maintain your calm demeanour for as long as you did. You burst into tears.

“I’m sorry,” you manage to get out in between sobs. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea. I promise.” You’re babbling, repeating yourself. This entire time, thinking that the marriage between you and Din had been your choice, had really been a lie.

“Why are you sorry?” Din murmurs gently. “You didn’t know. You’re trusting and caring and you wear your heart on your sleeve. I know that you didn’t know. You would have told me. And that’s —” he presses a kiss to your knuckles, “—one of the many, many things I love about you.”

This makes you cry even more. “I didn’t know but I should have known. I should have known that they were planning something,” you sob. “And our entire marriage has been built on a lie. I thought we were—” Whatever was left of that sentence is cut off by another sob. “I p-promise, I didn’t know.”

Before you can process what’s happening, you’re being wrapped in Din’s arms as he holds you close. “Cyare,” he murmurs, his chin resting on the crown of your head. “Breathe.”

“And I haven’t even told you,” your voice wobbles. “I should have known from the beginning, Din.”

“Haven’t told me what?” he says, still in that soothing voice.

“This wasn’t how I wanted to tell you,” you mumble into his chest. “And now everything is ruined.”

Din forces you to look at him. “My love. Look at me.” When you don’t meet his eye, he repeats himself. “Look at me, cyare.” You lock eyes with his. “I know our marriage may have originally been planned on a ruse that neither of us were privy to. But that doesn’t mean that it is a ruse now. Being married to you is one of the best things I’ve ever done. I didn’t marry you because of an alliance or because of a plot for Kryze to take the throne from me.”

You sniffle. “Y-you didn’t?” you ask.

“From the very start, I knew that I was a better man because of you. I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I first saw you. Of course you didn’t know what was going on. I could never doubt that for a second.”

This makes you break down into tears again. “I love you,” you manage to get out. “I love you, Din Djarin. And b-being your wife has been the best thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Din kisses your forehead gently, holding you as softly as possible in his beskar. “What haven’t you told me?” he asks after a moment when your shuddering sobs have calmed down.

Now seems as good a time as ever to tell him, you suppose. “I… I’m pregnant,” you manage to get out. Din freezes. “We’re having a baby, Din,” you continue, your heart in your throat.

For a moment you think he’s not happy about this piece of information. But then — “Really?” he gasps, his face splitting into a grin and you’re sure you can see tears in his eyes. You nod and he hugs you against him.

“You’ve made me very happy, cyare,” he murmurs wetly. “I love you so much.” He pulls back, presses a hand to your stomach, “And you, too, adi’ka.” He presses his forehead against yours.

You’re already feeling wrung out from all the crying that you’ve done, but happy tears slip down your cheeks.

“What are we going to do about everything?” you ask after a while of just being held by Din. “About Talia and Silais and Kryze and my mother?”

Din sighs. “We’re not going to worry about that at the moment. We’re going to figure it out. But for right now, let’s just be here, together.”

You’re perfectly content with that, being held by your husband and the love of your life.

“We’re having a baby, cyare,” he says, kissing the side of your head. “I’m the luckiest man in the galaxy.”

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positivityjediprince · 2 years

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What is the daily life of our precious Luke?

I think he gets up quiet early and gives Din a little forehead kiss before getting out of bed. He goes out to enjoy that moment of peace before everyone wakes up (he's on Mandalore ofc) and do meditation while everything comes to life around him.

Hes normally then found by Grogu and Din who drag him to breakfast because 'food is very important Cyar'ika please".

Then Din has to go off Mand'alor-ing. And Luke spends the morning teaching Grogu and more force sensitive foundlings, he often has a crowd of love sick mandos standing around and watching him. At first he was embarrassed but he's used to it now.

Him and Grogu will have lunch (normally joined by Cara and Paz, cause Din told them to make sure Luke has lunch) and Grogu has nap time.

He then has some alone time in a little corner of the Palace that's his garden area. Here he experiments with the Force, trying to learn the peaceful abilities the Force can have, like growing plants, healing and so forth. But he does it on his own he doesn't like people watching him fail and get frustrated, cause he's a dumb baby who thinks he's not allowed to feel bad about things.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening is either rebuilding effort or Paz, Cara and Luke causing chaos having fun and being sensible and upstanding citizens.

Then in the evening it's clan/family eating (unless ofc there's a communal event) which ofc includes Cara and Paz (who are both officially Clan Mudhorn- Paz rejected the Viszla's after they tried to hurt Luke). Every few days he has a holo call with Leia, where he often has to ban Paz and Cara (normally pushing them out gently with the Force) because they won't stop flirting with his sister which is 'super embarrassing you guys!!' 'Leia doesn't mind.' 'BUT I DO! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR SEX JOKES ABOUT MY SISTER!!'

And, well at night...👀after Grogu has been put to bed...👀 more often than not Luke and Din will make love. Its a mix of sweet and rough depending on what they need or feel like.

Then they cuddle close and sometimes have a late night cup of tea (they have a kettle in their room) and cuddle and watch something like Loth Cat videos on a holo pad till they're sleepy. Then they snuggle together and drift off with a smile, as they deserve.

#this is so fluffy omg #i mean sometimes theres angst...but im cold so fluff it is!!!#luke skywalker #din djarin #paz viszla #cara dune #leia organa #leiara #pazleia #dinluke #grogu #asks

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vagrantblvrd · 2 years

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Din doing whatever a Din does and suddenly there’s a Thing in which a rescue situation crops up?

Only when he gets there there’s an bonus prisoner who is like *SIGH* and “Okay, yeah,” when Din opens his cell and Din is like ??? because why so glum, chum?

(But it’s really just a raised eyebrow and indifferent shrug and “...” because not his business?)

But then there’s this other Thing in which Din notices bonus prisoner shows up more often than expected.

(Meaning at all, because big galaxy out there and the odds of one idiot human having the terrible luck to get caught by such a wide array of baddies are pretty low, really? But anyway.)

He keeps rescuing bonus prisoner along with whoever Din was going to rescue anyway, and the guy is always like *SIGH* like it’s just such an inconvenience to leave such luxurious lodgings and spectacular treatment. (Also the torture, but you know, not always.)

And then!

There’s a moment after one of these weird little rescues where they’re sitting in the Razor Crest’s cockpit, Grogu asleep in Din’s arms and making the most adorable little grumbling noises as he gnaws on Din’s cape or whatever, and there’s an actual conversation?

Because by Din’s count he’s rescued bonus prisoner - “Luke, my name’s Luke, we’ve been over this, I think?” with this crooked little smile, and anyway - at least a dozen times by then, and anyway.

It’s usually to do with Imperial remnants or criminal types suspected to be working with Imperial remnants or a warlord or some such, which is, like.

Why, though?

And Luke is like “Easiest way to get inside.”

Which, what.

So that’s when Din finds out Luke is actually just waltzing up to some Imperial remnant base or gang hideout or warlord fortress and knocking on their front door with this :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD face waiting to be thrown into a cell or dank little dungeon awaiting torture or death or other fun things as part of a plan to take them down from the inside?

“It almost always works,” Luke says, this little smile on his face Din would categorize as nostalgic if he didn’t know better?

And Din is just sitting there like oh no, he’s a complete idiot and also oh no, for reasons that usually go hand-in-hand with oh no, he’s hot, but he’s still stuck on the complete idiot part, so.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So Din’s just sitting there listening to Luke ramble on on past exploits - he thinks he hears something about Jabba and something about Palpatine, but mostly it’s just white noise because what is wrong with this man???

And then!

Some incident in which Din gets caught and Luke’s the one to rescue him - Din’s progress in rescuing himself is about a quarter of the way in, and Luke is like huh.

Also.

“Oh. Sorry. Do you want me to wait outside or would you rather I get you out of there now? I only ask because there are so many flammable materials around the place and Artoo’s an arsonist at heart, don’t ask how I know.”

Din looks at whatever makeshift tool/device he’s cobbled together to get out of his cell and weighing the odds of getting out before the place goes up in flames and is like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ because either/or is good for him, and Luke is like.

Trying not to smile because look, okay, he’s well aware of the levels of ridiculousness between the two of them and all the shenanigans, and so he gets Din out of his cell and they gallivant about the base wreaking havoc and such before making a Daring Escape as things go boom in the background.

And just, idk, the continuing adventures of these two morons who occasionally rescue one another from ~the clutches of some baddie or another and Leia is like “Luke, why,” like she’s not as bad, and also is the one who’s there to give Luke information about this or that thing to do with Jedi ruins/relics or New Rebellion stuff only Luke can deal with, and yes.

Also, also.

Cara and Greef giving Din little bits of info with Din about experiments aimed at his kid and so on, if it’s not some task or other the Armorer sets for him and so on, and it’s like, idk, just.

Din being “...” with this little idiot who is “Fine, okay, might as well get rescued I guess,” where anyone else would be thrilled to be rescued and it’s just. So odd?

Meanwhile Grogu is like >:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD because the whole Luke being a Jedi and just wait until Din figures that one out, it’ll be hilarious?

(Because Luke either forgot to mention that bit - didn’t think he had to because it seems everyone the galaxy knows exactly who Luke Skywalker is - or he’s ~in disguise, even if it’s an incredibly half-assed disguise, and anyway. Yes.)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#star wars nonsense #mandalorian nonsense #dinluke #technically not a fic #vagrant fic

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Mirdal’ika (Din Djarin x f!Reader)

Summary: Reader takes care of the Razor Crest and the child while Mando is out hunting. When Mando doesn’t return when he’s supposed to, the book-smart reader has to learn some street smarts and help her Mandalorian.

WC: 4.6k

Warnings: violence, cussing, mentions of blood

A/N: Okay, I’m a nerd, a certified nerd as if that wasn’t clear. This is my love letter to the nerds out there, to the ones who had their first kiss a little late, who stayed in and read books rather than partying. I love you, you’re cool. Italics are for emphasis and internal dialogue, but in some places also to show that another language is being spoken. Hopefully that’s clear! Oh, also: mirdal’ika is a word of my own creation. No Mando’a word exists for “nerd” that I could find, so this is my interpretation of the language using my best etymological skills!

mirdala= intelligent, clever -’ika = suffix meaning small or little mirdal’ika = intelligent little one; Mando’a slang meaning nerd.

Growing up, you were the kid who had her nose buried in a book at all times. You rarely interacted with the outside world. While the other children on Tatooine made sandcastles or played games, drawing in the sand, you read encyclopedias and fact books, learning about the other planets in your systems and other cultures. Your fixation at age 12 had been on Mandalorian culture, fascinated by the warriors that were like faraway, mythical knights to your young self. As a child enraptured by fairy tales and stories of intergalactic heroes like Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa, you’d somehow always been enchanted by the bad-boy type, the dark and mysterious man who reluctantly saves the day, more along the lines of Han Solo. Naturally, the fact that Mandalorians never showed their face was mysterious, and you’d admit that you dreamed of being swept away by the Mand’alor and having the privilege of being the sole person to see their face, of being a queen and finding true love. You later moved on to research other cultures, even teaching yourself various galactic languages should you ever get the chance to travel. That didn’t seem likely, growing up on a planet where the only claim to fame was Luke Skywalker’s brief residence a few towns over. Your knowledge of Mandalorian culture was part of what made you so special to Mando, your employer-friend-coworker-roommate-co-parent whose name you had yet to learn. You never asked questions of him. Never asked him to take off his helmet, never asked him what was under it, never asked anything too personal, understood that the helmet could only come off in front of members of his clan. You’d cut him off and finish a sentence when he’d explain something of his customs to you, stunning him with your knowledge. He liked it, and by association he liked you. You had bore much of your life story to him, and he gladly would’ve given you some of his. He had come to like you, to trust you even, but you never asked. For fear you wouldn’t want to hear it, he held back. You even spoke Mando’a, though he didn’t know that. It always brought a smirk to your face as he’d turn his back after calling you some sweet words in his native tongue, thinking you’d be oblivious. It shocked you at first; you didn’t expect such a stoic and silent man to be so openly flirtatious, but after a while it most certainly grew on you. You would tease him equally in another tongue, calling him handsome or dashing in Pak Pak or Bothese. It was fun, the way he’d try to guess what you were saying, usually assuming it meant something negative.

With your vast knowledge of languages, you’d both expected that you would be able to interpret the words of Mando’s adopted son, that his babbling would be easily deciphered into some species’ tongue. Eventually you realized that he wasn’t speaking a language yet, simply regurgitating syllables like any child would. He was a baby, after all. You set out to make it your mission to teach the child languages when Mando was away, and he had begun to identify the meaning of words, even if he couldn’t say them himself. He could identify body parts on himself, you by your name, and Mando by his; well, the name you called him, which you knew wasn’t his real name. Mando had taken you on as a crewmate for the Razor Crest a few months ago now, and you still knew next to nothing about the beskar-clad warrior. He was a forward man, so you assumed he would tell you things when he was ready. That’s about all you knew: he was a man, and he was a Mandalorian. He wanted to tell you everything, especially the fact that he had been enchanted by your intelligence and wit since the first time he met you, stopping on Tatooine for a bounty and encountering you when he asked a fellow villager who the most knowledgeable person around was. The tiny green thing he held was a menace, and you cared for him while the Mandalorian man went and hunted his bounty. The child was hesitant to leave you, getting attached after a quick few days of staying in your hut, and the man had decided you could be valuable. Just before he walked through the door, he turned and offered you a job. You were shy when you accepted, and had nursed a crush the whole time you two had traveled together. You couldn’t believe the situation, just like in those trashy novels you’d read when you were interested in his culture. Now that you lived with him and the tiny green thing, you stayed aboard his ship while he hunted and cared for the kid, cleaned, fixed up the piece of junk, and generally ran the almost-household. It was enjoyable; you liked the man, especially once you came to find his sense of humor similar to your own, and you absolutely adored the child in your care. Your little ragtag crew fell into a rhythm after the first month or so: Mando would leave on a hunt for a few days. While he was gone, you’d play with the baby, feed him and care for him. You washed the blood and dirt from the man’s clothing and the child’s bile from the clothing belonging to you and the baby, taught the child new words, and generally… well, raised him. The baby felt like your child when you two were alone, but when the Mandalorian came home, he was the only thing visible in that child’s round black eyes. It was all about him, sitting in his lap, babbling incoherent words to him, playing with him. Luckily for you, the Mandalorian is on a hunt. You and the child sit in the bed compartment; you lie on the mattress and the child rests in his mesh hammock above the entry. At the last port, you picked up as many books as possible to entertain both you and the child. He loved listening to your voice, and so you happily read aloud to him as you rest together. The Mandalorian should be home tonight, you figured, since he told you that this was a rather easy bounty and that it should take him no more than 3 days. It’s now a couple hours after the third day, but you’re sure it’s fine. The child’s eyes droop closed as you read to him, flawlessly translating the book from the Pak Pak it was written in. The Basic words pour from your mouth, and the little thing gives a gentle yawn before curling up with his favorite blanket and silver ball and passing out. Looking up, you laugh at the sight softly and transition to reading in your head. Not long after the kid falls asleep, you follow. It was unintentional, but reading soothes you, and the perfectly cozy bed that smells like Mando draws you in further and further until sleep washes over your body. You hug one pillow to your chest as you sleep, imagining it was the man’s body you cuddled up against. - Mando is 24 hours late. You’ve been pacing in the ship since you realized it’s officially a day later than he said he’d be back. Dammit, you’re going to find that man. You’re not unaccustomed to violence, having been in scuffles as a child and teen, fighting off Jawas or unsavory men in Tatooine cantinas. You need to track him down and find him. First, you go up to the cockpit and look at the comm watch he gave you. It has a two-way tracking device; one for him to find you, and one for you to find him. Mando has the technology to see where you are built into his vambrace. You, however, have nothing. After searching the cockpit, you find and crack open a tracking fob he used in the past. You open the back of the comm watch, finding the bit with the tracker and wire it to the fob. As you connect two wires, the fob suddenly blinks with light. Laughing at the fact that you made it work, you relax a little. Now you can track the Mandalorian man down. After slipping the fob into a pocket of your pants, you scoot back down the ladder and to the cargo hold’s back wall: Mando’s arsenal. You can do this, you tell yourself, and dare to open Mando’s personal armory built into the wall. You strap a holster to your thigh, adding a vibroblade there. A belt with two guns rests on your hips. An ammo belt drapes across your chest, settling between your breasts and pulling your black tank top tight, the back of the leather sash holding Mando’s backup pulse rifle. You take a look in the mirror of the refresher, and you have to admit that you look badass. Weapons and homemade tracker at the ready, you set out to find him. You leave the baby with a trustworthy woman at the hangar, one who has babysat him before for Mando, then enter the bustling city. - Following the blinking and beeping of the fob, you find your way to the opposite end of the city, to a building located near the outskirts. It’s run down and looks abandoned. It makes perfect sense that someone would hide here. As you approach, the beeping of the fob encourages you; the Mandalorian is definitely here. You disable the sound on the fob and slip it in your pocket, grabbing one of the blasters from your hip. As you approach, the building is silent. The roar of the city is quiet but present, and you slip through an open doorway quietly. You scan the rooms, blaster held in front of you and ready to shoot. You take inventory of the first floor and find nothing. The staircase looks terribly old, and you wince as you take your first step onto it and it makes a noise. Now or never, you tell yourself and quickly run up the steps, knowing the noise can’t be avoided, so you’d better make it quick. You reach the top of the steps, pulling out your other blaster, and find a male Twi’lek standing over a pile of silver and black on the floor. Mando. He’s most definitely unconscious, maybe even- no, he can’t be dead, you can see his slow breathing and the way it makes his body rise and fall. “Fuck,” you say out loud, and the Twi’lek turns towards you. The man is large, much larger than you. He’s overweight and dressed in combat clothes, his face battered and bloody. Your heart sinks as you realize this man is the bounty Mando was going for. You need to start thinking on your feet, and quickly. The man starts to move toward you and you hold out both blasters. “Easy there, nerra,” you tell him in Twi’leki, calling him ‘brother’ to attempt to put him at ease. It doesn’t have the effect that you hoped. “Why are you here?” he asks back, also in Twi’leki, reaching for his weapon. “Don’t draw,” you threaten and inch closer. He was a bail jumper, Mando had informed you before he left, but not for a petty charge; he had escaped in order to avoid several charges of murder. He was a former bounty hunter, who Mando had encountered once. The idea strikes you. “I’m here for him,” you say and nod to the lump of beskar behind the man on the ground. “There’s a bounty on his head. I… heard whoever turns him in gets to keep the beskar too,” you say, raising an eyebrow as you look at him. “You going for him too?” The Twi’lek man shakes his head. “No. He was coming for me. Thought he could beat me.” You seize this opportunity. “From what you look like, I don’t think anyone could. This one is worth a lot of credits. Enough to run away to a pleasure planet… twice over,” you say, inching closer. Mando makes a soft groan and it breaks your heart as he gains consciousness. He must notice you; he starts to moan out words, but you know he can’t speak or he’ll expose you both. “Silence, Mandalorian,” you say again in Basic, words holding acid. “Twice over… let’s bring him in together. Find some wonderful planet to share that bounty on…” you offer, raising an eyebrow and slowly creeping closer to the man. “What’s your name?” You ask. He tells you his and you tell him yours, then give him a seductive smile. The man’s face falls into a smirk. You put both blasters in your belt once more and his posture relaxes fully. “Sounds wonderful to me, beautiful.” “Wow. For a jaded bounty hunter, you’re more foolish than one could ever believe.” Before the man can process your words, you’ve slung the pulse rifle over your shoulder and pull it into position. You shoot a pulse and it finds its target in his chest. He groans in agony and falls backwards, directly on top of Mando. Wincing for the man beneath the hulking Twi’lek, you grab a blaster, shooting the man in each leg. “Mando, hey, it’s me,” you tell him as you roll the behemoth from on top of him. “I’m here,” you murmur. He starts mumbling back, but it’s in Mando’a. That makes sense, you suppose, that he’s reverting in such a moment of crisis. “How hurt are you?” you ask, beginning to speak Mando’a to him in hopes he’ll understand you better. Mando’s brain works through the fog, hearing your words and recognizing that it’s you. “Real bad,” he groans out, speaking his native tongue. You touch his elbow, unprotected by beskar, and he whines. “No, no,” he whimpers, sounding almost like a child. You sigh. This was going to be harder than you expected. “Fuck, how am I going to get you out of here?” The brain function that the Mandalorian has left is your saving grace. “Speeder bike. Hidden down there. We can get on.” “Yes, but how are we going to get you downstairs?” He doesn’t respond, simply groans in pain. If this was going to work without immense pain on his part, some kind of miracle was going to need to happen. “I’m going to drag you down the stairs as carefully as I can, okay? We’ll let gravity do the work. Do you have a good arm?” “The left one… so clever, so smart, pretty girl,” he breathes out, words rasping. You blush at the words but chuckle. He’s in so much pain there’s no way he can think straight now. “I’ll go get the bike, then we’ll get you down there.” This is the hard part, you think to yourself. First, you run down the steps and search for the speeder bike Mando mentioned. You find it and sigh in relief. It’s a piece of junk, but it should do. You position it at the bottom of the stairs and then run up them again. “Okay, this is going to hurt. Can you roll yourself?” “No, shoulder’s all fucked up,” he mumbles and you groan. “Well, I’ll have to drag you on the good one. Get ready.” Taking his good arm, you begin dragging him towards the steps. He groans and you wince. “I’m so sorry, you’re doing so well,” you tell him as you move him. “Here we go.” Once he’s at the top of the steps, you hold him under his armpits, blushing at how close you are. He’s so strong, even injured, and you smile softly to yourself. You lower the two of you down the stairs with careful movements and manage to hold him long enough to get him seated on the speeder bike. He leans forward onto the handles. “One moment,” you tell him. Running up the stairs once more, you shoot another pulse into the bounty. He gives a dazed nod, clearly not understanding anything through the pain he’s in. You can’t let Mando leave this man behind. You’re sure he’s unconscious, so you repeat the same movements as before but with next to no gentleness. You toss him on the back of the speeder bike, where the gunner would sit, and tie him down with ropes before covering him with a blanket. “Alright, back to the ship as quick as we possibly can,” you inform Mando and get the speeder to a door wide enough to fit it through. Once it works, you hop on between Mando and the handlebar and start it up, moving as quickly as you possibly can. Soon enough, you’re back at the hangar that holds the Razor Crest. You enter the back way, using the speeder bike entrance. You hop off quickly and park it by the Crest. “Stay right there, I’m going to get this asshole into the carbonite,” you tell Mando. His consciousness hasn’t been clear for at least a day. He didn’t even process the fact that you had grabbed the bounty. “What? You got him?” “One of us had to,” you tease, enjoying the fact that the two of you are finally conversing in his native tongue. You’ve always loved Mando’a, the way the words sound rolling off your tongue. You untie the man, still unconscious, and haul him up the ramp of the Crest. You’ve seen Mando work the carbonite freezer once or twice, and you hope you press the right buttons as you force the man onto the slab. “Come on, baby,” you murmur to the machine, hoping it’ll work. With one final button, there’s a hiss and cold air blows from it, freezing him. You sigh in relief. You return to the main hold and pop out a cot for him to lie on. Running back down the ramp, you find the dazed Mandalorian in the exact spot you left him in. “I’m going to carry you into the ship,” you tell him, grunting with effort as you lift his practically deadweight body off of the side and into a standing position. You drag him up and immediately shove him onto the cot. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” you cringe as he moans in pain at the contact with the cot. “One more thing and we’ll get some bacta in you.” The owner of the hangar is waiting for you outside the ship, holding the kid, both confused by the commotion. You very quickly and hurriedly explain to her that everything is fine now, thank her and pay her a generous amount of credits, and rush back onto the ship with the baby. “Keep the speeder!” You shout behind you as you close the ramp. - A full day and a half later, the Mandalorian awakens from a deep slumber with a pounding headache. He sits with a jolt, which only makes the headache worse. He looks around to find that he’s in the Razor Crest, the familiar hum indicating that he’s in hyperspace. The events of the past few days begin to manifest in his memory and he groans, lying back down on the cot. You climb down from the cockpit as you hear him stirring and find him on his side. “Good morning,” you say softly as you sit on the edge of his cot, the kid in your arm. You set the child down and he toddles off elsewhere. “You were out for a good day and a half,” you tell him and stroke his side softly. “How do you feel?” “Like shit,” he groans, rolling to his back again. He’s hyper aware of your touch, the way your fingers drag down his- oh shit, he’s shirtless, armorless- skin, avoiding the bruises. “You… thank you,” he says, gravelly voice soft. It sinks in that he’s wearing just a pair of shorts and his helmet. You must’ve undressed him, cleaned and bandaged his wounds. His breath catches in his throat. You nod and stroke his good arm. “Of course. That’s why you brought me on, isn’t it?” you tease. He chuckles, but it’s clear that takes effort. “Really, thank you. And you got the bounty too! Shit, mesh’la, I-” he says as he starts to sit, but you push him back down with a hand to his chest, caressing the side of his beskar helmet. “Nayc, stay down,” you tell him, chuckling softly. “Rest. I’ll bring you some water and go back up to the cockpit so you can take off the helmet,” you say with a soft smile, standing and going to where you keep the food and water bottles. As you move, he mulls over the events that led him here. He got knocked down and beat by the man that was supposed to be his bounty. That never happened. You came to rescue him and- wait. You just told him no, nayc, in Mando’a. In fact, you were speaking Mando’a to him the whole time you rescued him, reassuring him and directing him in his native tongue, which he had no idea you spoke until just now. You return with a nutrient bar and water bottle, setting them next to his side on the cot. “I’ll head back up-” you start to say, but he stops you by grabbing his wrist. “You speak Mando’a,” he says simply, looking up at you with wonder behind his mask. “Yeah,” you chuckle and admit, face flushing with warmth. His is equally heating beneath the beskar. He sits up slightly but instead you come to his level, sitting on the edge of the cot and pushing him down with a firm palm to his chest. He chuckles softly. “So you’ve understood me every time I’ve called you beautiful,” he says, a tinge of shyness in his modulated voice. Nodding, you tuck a stray hair back from your face. “I… yes, I have,” you nod, giving him an awkward smile. “I hear you talk in Mando'a in your sleep too, sometimes.” Even his chest is flushing with warmth now. You look away, at a corner of the ship “You talk about your life. People from your past.” The silence hangs between the two of you, your hand still resting in the center of his chest. You slowly drag it to his good shoulder, and down his arm. He clasps your hand in his when it reaches his fingertips. “Have you heard the name Din?” He asks in his native tongue, and you shake your head softly, truthfully. It never came out. “That’s… my name. Din, Din Djarin,” he admits to you, hand squeezing yours softly. You gasp softly, not expecting that information from him. A smile settles on your face after a moment. “Well then. Hello, Din.” You lean down and press your forehead to where his lies beneath the metal. A keldabe kiss, you know, the most intimate gesture a Mandalorian can do. It truly melts his heart, the organ pumping frantically in his chest. “Hello to you too, gorgeous. Wait,” he stops and pushes your face from his, gently. He returns to speaking Basic with a chuckle. “How many languages do you speak?” You look upwards, mentally counting. “Uh. 8 and a half. I’m still not finished with Ubese,” you say and turn back to face him, a shy smile gracing your face. “Wow. You’re a mirdal’ika,” he tells you, the smile evident in his voice even though you can’t see it through the mask. Separately, the syllables make sense. You understand the direct translation, but it’s odd, and you cock your head to the side as you look down at the Mandalorian- no, Din. “Little clever one?” You ask, unsure if you heard him correctly. “Yes, well, that’s the direct translation. It’s really more of a slang term.” “For?” “In Basic… I believe the equivalent would be… nerd.” “Din!” You squeal and laugh, smacking his good shoulder lightly with a backhand. “Excuse me, that’s rude,” you chuckle, the smile growing even wider on your face as you look down at him. He doesn’t respond for a moment and you give a soft sigh. “Well, you need to drink that water. I’ll head back up to the cockpit,” you tell him, really meaning to leave this time, the smile falling. Once again, as you stand and try to move, he grabs your arm. “I… I think I’m going to need help with that,” he admits, almost ashamed. “Please. Stay.” You nod, but then realize what it implicates. “No, Din,” you sigh, shaking your head. “I can’t do that to you, you and that helmet, it’s… it’s your everything, I couldn’t possibly-” “Please, cyare,” he asks in his native tongue again, and your heart melts. “I want you to see me. I need you to see me.” Heart pounding, you take a beat before you respond with a nod. You sit down once more, hands slowly tracing up his sides, then his chest and up to the base of his helmet. “You’re sure. Positive,” you ask. “Of course I am.” With a nod, you allow him to bring his hand to the side to unlatch the lock. Once it releases, he lifts his head just above the pillow and you slide off his helmet, catching the back of his head with one hand and easing it back down to the pillow. You make sure the helmet rests on the floor before you finally look at him. He’s gorgeous, truly. His tanned skin, which you saw when cleaning his wounds, is covered with dark stubble and a mustache on the lower half of his face, broken by two plush lips. Your fingertips trace his jawline as you take in his softly hooked nose, his dark eyebrows, his dark and messy hair, but most importantly, his eyes. His eyes are a beautiful chocolate brown, set gently into his face and looking at you like you’re a shimmering supernova, no, something even more beautiful. For a moment, you get caught up staring at him. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Din,” you mumble in Mando’a. He just gives a soft smile and murmurs his thanks. After you finish staring, you shake your head quickly. “Sorry, the water,” you chuckle nervously, turning to grab it from your other side. Din’s hand catches the side of your face. “The water is a secondary need,” he says softly in Mando’a, turning your face back to his. “I took this off for something else.” His eyes hold a question as he looks up at you. You bite your lip for a moment before breaking into a smile and nodding. The Mandalorian pulls your face down to his, and, ever so gently, your lips finally meet, real and warm and absolutely delicious. You sigh softly, putting a hand on the side of his face too. His lips are softer than you’d expected, while yours are just as beautiful as he dreamed about at night. You both continue for a moment, his hand drifting to your neck, completely lost in each other. A moment later, you pull back and giggle. “I have to admit something, Din,” you tell him and lovingly stroke the side of his face. “It better not be that you’re secretly engaged,” he asks teasingly, a soft smile on his face and raising an eyebrow at you. “No,” you laugh and run your hand through his curls, carding your fingers between the surprisingly soft locks. “That…” you gulp and look away before looking back at him. “Was my first kiss,” you admit and bite down on your bottom lip. He laughs softly but there’s love in his eyes. “A girl as beautiful as you never dated when you were younger? Never went out and flirted with her classmates?” You shake your head. “I was generally too busy at home, reading or teaching myself the language of the man who’d eventually be my first kiss.” You both laugh at that and you grin. His hand rests on the side of your face, gently sweeping his thumb across the skin beneath his fingers. “Of course you were. My little mirdal’ika,” he laughs, bringing your face to his to kiss you once more.

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81 and 14 for din/boba/luke?

Hello anon! Sorry for the delay! As requested, here's a little trope mash-up for you, I hope you like it! Thanks for playing :-) Prompt: Bobadinluke 81. The Missus and the Ex 14. Bodyguard AU

Death threats start piling up for Leia, though it isn’t a surprise. Not with a senatorial campaign announced and the Organa name back in the news for the first time since “The Incident."

"The Incident" which had somehow, indelibly, publicly linked the Organa name with a Skywalker secret twin. "The Incident" which had ended with Leia’s then-boyfriend, now-husband knocking— throwing? depending on what conspiratorial corners of the internet you frequent and what angle of the cell footage you’re partial to linking to— Luke’s then-boyfriend into a thirty-foot pit.

The boyfriend had lived, but it was a near thing, or so Din had been told. Their relationship hadn’t lasted much longer after that.

“But now there’s you,” Luke said one time when the subject had come up. Crawling into Din’s lap, wrapping his arms around Din’s neck, he'd smiled. “Just don’t go around uncovered pits with Han and you should be fine.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Din rumbled between kisses as he’d splayed Luke’s lower back with one palm and pulled him in closer.

Since Din stays away from both the news and social media religiously, he'd mostly put the ex and the pit out of his mind after that. Life went on. He and Luke get serious, and then after six months of fitting their lives around each other— weekend lunches at the garage where Din eats with greased-up overalls while Luke steals his fries, morning coffees sipped together as a bleary Luke collects his spill of graded papers from the kitchen table— they get serious.

Din buys a ring and Luke cries with happiness. They pick a date— after the election, but before the new school year starts up again— and after that the biggest drama is whether the dry cleaner will find Din’s lost suit before Leia’s fundraising dinner or whether he’ll be forced to buy a new one.

That is until the day Din goes to grab the mail expecting bills and finds instead a note that's been painstakingly assembled with tiny magazine letters to read: “YouLL b DeAd B4 yOuR iN THe piT skYwLkR.”

For Din’s money, he’s betting it’s the ex. Luke doesn’t agree.

“How can you be sure?”

“For one thing, Boba knows the difference between possessive your and you-are you’re.” Luke smirks, amused, and it’s like he isn’t even worried about threatening letters being sent to their home. “I’m sure it’s the same person harassing Leia. Now that everyone knows I’m her brother, it’s probably connected.”

“Hm,” Din says, unconvinced, and Luke takes his hand between both of his and gives it a squeeze.

“But if it’ll make you feel better I can ask around. Find out what Boba’s up to these days. If I hear he’s got photos of me all over his walls with the eyes cut out or something we can start to worry.”

Which is how it happens that Din comes down the stairs in his new, sharp-edged suit, as ready as he can be for this fundraiser of Leia’s, to find a very large, scarred, bald man in their living room. A very large, scarred, bald man that is also wearing a suit, and Luke smiles over at Din, nice and sunny and says “You look amazing,” before introducing him to Boba.

They shake their greeting and Din half expects the ex to try some kind of macho, dominance move and squeeze the shit out of his hand but he doesn’t. His brown eyes take in Din with an open, frank assessment and when Boba says “Good to meet you,” they both know he’s lying.

“Boba’s got a bodyguarding business now!”

“Personal protective services. But, yeah, amounts to the same thing.” The smile he throws over his shoulder to Luke is unbearably fond and Din, who has never once had a possessive or jealous thought about a lover in his life, feels his hands curl into fists at his side. “When I heard about the death threats I offered my professional services.”

“Death threat. Singular,” Din finds himself correcting, even though up until this moment he’d been the one complaining that Luke wasn’t taking it seriously enough. “That’s kind of you but I’m sure you have more important people to—”

“More important than Sunshine? Nah,” he says and Luke beams, as devastatingly bright as his ex’s nickname for him and Din frowns. “Anyway, I thought I’d tag along at this fundraiser, see if anyone suspicious shows.”

“I’m sure all you’ll find there is dry chicken and even drier politicians, but I know Din will be glad to know there’s someone keeping an eye on me.”

“Oh, I won’t take my eyes off you all night,” Boba assures, and yet he’s looking at Din when he says it. “Especially in this suit. You look good, Sunshine.”

“And you don’t look so bad yourself.” Luke doesn’t sound like he’s flirting. He sounds exactly like he’s talking to Han or Leia or anyone else that he’d rather die than make a pass at, and yet Din can’t help but read more into that friendly, bantering tone. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a suit before.”

Boba snorts. “This suit? It’s so old it might have belonged to my father.”

“Well you wear it well,” Luke says and then turns to Din. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Din says and he lets Luke take his hand and lead him out to the car.

He’s all-too aware of Boba’s steady, dark eyes on them as they walk on ahead, and Din’s now not sure he’s the one sending death threats, but he is sure of one thing: if Boba’s not planning on killing Luke, he’s planning on fucking him.

Either way, Din’s going to have to stay vigilant since it’s becoming clear that, when it comes down to it, Luke has a blind spot the size of Boba-fucking-Fett on his radar.

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Clan of Warriors

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Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Rating: Explicit (+18)

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence. Explicit Smut.

Chapters: 41/?

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Din locked eyes with him in silence, then he nodded "All I know is I trust you, and I trust you with the life of our-" His voice trailed off, he pressed his lips together as his eyes moved to look down at Grogu, then he soothed his hand on his little back "My son." He finally said still avoiding Luke's blue eyes. The Jedi reached out a hand to caress Din's over the child's back, the mandalorian stopped his motion under his touch.

"Our son." Luke said reassuringly and he could hear the way Din's breath hitched, those brown eyes finding his own again.

41: Belonging

Luke was blinking repeatedly as his sweat dampened his eyelashes, he was panting heavily and he had to deactivate the helmet scanner when his heart rate was fifty beats per minute faster, it was overwhelming, he felt constricted but he wouldn't give up. He enjoyed sparring with Din, every single time, and this one wouldn't be any different.

He tightened his grip around the hilt of his green lightsaber and parried the blow of Din's darksaber letting out a long growl, he was leaning forward and his leg faltered a little, he gasped knowing that he was done. Next thing he knew his saber was flying into the air and rolling over the floor extinguished, as Din swiftly moved to encasing him from behind. Grogu giggled excitedly sitting by the wall, clapping his little hands, evidently delighted by the spectacle.

The Jedi huffed curling his hands around Din's vambrace as the mandalorian was hooking his arm around his neck.

"You're missing the force, Luke." The Jedi hissed a breath in through gritted teeth in response. "You're tired, now you understand what I was saying earlier, don't you?" He said close to Luke's helmet. "See, Jedi, your moves were perfectly fine but you're getting slower as the minutes pass."

Luke grimaced digging his fingers into the vambrace around his neck, Din was right, he was exhausted and his legs were draining of all energy, but he wasn't missing the force, he was actually missing the feeling of freedom — the lightness of his Jedi's robes.

Stubborn as Luke was, he drew his leg back and hooked it around Din's forcing him to sway on his feet "Don't you dare, cyare." He muttered and Luke smirked hitting Din's visor with the back of his helmet, letting himself drop backwards making them both fall on the training floor in the process. Grogu rose to his little feet as his laughter filled the room, Luke uttered a groan that rapidly became a cackle and Din shifted slightly beneath him, letting out a loud guffaw. The Jedi felt his man's arms around him as well as a tiny hand resting on his stomach, he moved his head to a side finding out that Grogu was climbing his torso to finally sit on his chest plate.

Luke brought the child closer to his chest, holding him, Din was stroking his upper arms from behind making him close his eyes relishing in the feeling of being surrounded by his little family. They laughed lying on the floor while Grogu was sending him his thoughts through the force.

"More. Fun! Hit buir. Hit buir again."

Luke was sitting on the floor, his back propped up against the wall, legs spread apart and around Din's thighs, the mandalorian was resting his back against his chest as the child was nestling peacefully on his lap. Their helmets were lying on the floor next to them, Luke smiled playing with Din's hair, planting a kiss on his temple.

"Are you sure we're not arousing suspicions by staying here?" He nuzzled his dark hair "Your personal guards have been standing by the door for Force knows how long." He added cupping Din's chin from behind.

"We're good."

The Jedi frowned leaning the back of his head on the wall "Din."

The mandalorian hummed.

"This morning... I lied to you this morning." He managed to say, not sure if he should reveal his own insecurities, but something unfathomable was possessing him, and the words came out easily.

Din lifted his shoulder in a half shrug "I know." He said under his breath brushing his fingers across Grogu's ear.

Luke widened his eyes and tilted his head trying to look at his face, he squinted staring at Din "You know?"

He nodded "I became accustomed to your mood swings... Ugh, I'm sorry, that came out too harsh."

Luke blinked lowering his gaze "No, I think you're right." He looked at him sideways "I know what you mean, and-" He breathed in "And I think I should apologize, I can see now that I can be a pain in the ass sometimes, huh?" He huffed out a laugh.

"Yes." Din answered making Luke freeze "But I love that." He added, his smile reaching his brown eyes.

Luke chuckled wrapping his neck with his arms, leaning his chin on Din's shoulder "I lied to you because I was doubting myself... again." Din nodded listening to him closely. "I realized that I want to be with you and Grogu for the rest of my life." His blue eyes fixed on the door as he explained further "And right there, this idea invaded me, what if something bad happened to you two? What if I lost my mind and grew hungry for revenge?" He pressed his cheek against Din's jaw "I was feeling fear when I left your chamber this morning, Din."

"I see." Din brought a hand up to caress Luke's face.

"And fear, fear is not a good companion for a Jedi. Fear is the path to the dark side, cause it leads to anger and anger leads to hate." He said in a dull monotone, realizing that Din was digging his fingers into his cheek "I'm scaring you." His brows drew together looking at Din pointedly.

"No. I was just remembering the first time you rejected me." He turned his head towards him to bore into his blue eyes "Is that why you tried to keep it casual?"

Boy. Luke's eyes went round. He never gave Din an explanation for his behaviour, guilt washing over him all of a sudden "Yes." He managed to say, feeling a deep sense of shame. "I'm sorry, Din. I was being mean, and stupid. But I couldn't tell you the truth from the start because I didn't know by then that I would fall in love with you. Now you're a part of me." He narrowed his eyes "You're my clan."

"And you're mine." Din's eyes were soft and Luke was lost in them.

"What I'm trying to say is that I understand that this fear will walk with me, I will carry it inside me, and it will lie low in my soul forever, waiting to take me over." He quirked one eyebrow "And I need to accept that, and I'll work every day, every day of my life to keep it at bay. Because, Din-" He said pulling his knees up, squeezing Din's sides with his thighs "There's not such a thing as light and dark side of the force, the force is what it is. It's the wielder's feelings that make the difference." He swallowed tightly "I always knew it, I faced fear and anger once, but I think I couldn't really comprehend it till now. Do you know what I mean?" He asked, inclining his head to meet Din's gaze again.

"Our son." Luke said reassuringly and he could hear the way Din's breath hitched, those brown eyes finding his own again. Luke's face lit up when he saw Din's expression, his lips parted and eyebrows raised as in awe of his statement.

"Cyar'ika, you're killing me." He whispered and closed the gap between their faces, kissing the corner of his lips. When he leaned back, his eyes were sparkling and something pleasant squirmed in Luke's belly. "You mean it?"

Luke frowned smiling "I know it might be controversial, but I can't deny my own feelings." His hand rubbing circles on Din's "When I met you, I remember I told you that I was rebuilding the Jedi order and I was looking forward to changing some old ways." He breathed in "Well, this is how. Grogu can be both, my Padawan and-" He smiled fondly "My son."

"I'm-" Din shook his head shrugging "I'm so proud of you, cyare." He moved to face his little Jedi, putting the child in his arms, Luke huffed staring down at Grogu.

"My son." He muttered and he looked absorbed in thought, he looked up to stare at Din's eyes "My husband." He said breathlessly and he felt warmth blooming in his chest. He chewed on his bottom lip holding Din's gaze through his eyelashes, expectant, desperately waiting for Din's reaction.

The Mand'alor blinked a couple of times, not saying a word and Luke grew impatient, feeling his heart jumping into his throat, already regretting his own words.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"Riduur." Din uttered and Luke was holding his breath, his heart thumping inside his chest. He finally breathed out when he felt Din's gloved hand cupping his heated cheek "Riduur." He said again, beaming with delight.

"Riduur? That's a new one." He said under his breath tilting his head, secretly expecting to find out that Din was calling him husband in mando'a.

Din squeezed his eyes shut "I can't believe I'm allowed to call you my riduur." He hissed opening his eyes, they looked like pools of caf, brown and warm and Luke couldn't help leaning forward to kiss him softly holding Grogu between their chests "My husband, my Luke."

"Fuck, Din." Luke breathed out against his lips and then pressed their foreheads together, eyes closed and brimming with tears "Riduur." He said quietly as his heart leapt in his chest.

"I compel you to open this door!" A female voice coming from the other side of the door startled them. Din squared his shoulders immediately, lifting his chin, he stiffened beside Luke, still sitting on the floor.

"That's Bo-Katan." He grunted rolling his eyes. "We need to go now." He stated uncrossing his legs and grabbing Luke's helmet "Here, riduur, put it back on." Din said as his mouth curved into a smile, Luke chuckled taking the helmet from his hand.

When Din opened the door, Bo-Katan snapped her head towards the entrance "There you are, Mand'alor." She rested her hands on her hips "I've been looking for you for hours, Shrune needs you." She arched her eyebrows watching the mandalorian in black, green and silver armour emerging from behind Din, holding Grogu in his arms. "What are you doing here?" She moved her eyes to look at Din's visor again.

"Been showing the kid some moves." He cocked his head "Joako, Miko, escort them to my chamber, Grogu is having dinner with his childminder this evening."

"Yes, Your highness." Miko said and waited until Luke started to walk down the corridor to follow him.

Din found out that Bo-Katan was narrowing her eyes, still staring at him.

"Let's not keep Shrune waiting." He tried to avoid her gaze as he took a few steps forward when she seized his forearm, Din stopped in his tracks looking down at her hand wrapped around his vambrace, then he looked at her face again, the tension around his shoulders giving away his annoyance "Why is your hand on me, Kryze?" He said swinging his arm forcing her to let him go.

She smiled while gritting her teeth "Why was the childminder with you and your child?"

"None of your business." He answered and squeezed his eyes shut behind his visor, swaying on his feet "Shall we?" He gave a dismissed wave of his hand trying to avoid the subject.

"Not yet." Bo-Katan moved closer to him "You know, for a mandalorian that had to hide in sewers for decades, your childminder's sporting a brad spanking new armour." She quirked one eyebrow.

"I didn't notice." Din shrugged cursing her under his breath. Kriff you.

"It's him." She finally said and Din froze. "The Jedi never left Mandalore."

"No." Din answered without hesitation.

"Yes. You put Miko in his robes and under his cloak and gave Skywalker a helmet in order to deceive us." She insisted. Din swallowed hard, this woman was very clever.

"No." He said again knowing himself defeated.

She was gaping for a while until Din sighed.

"You're a genius." She said and caught Din off guard.

"What?" He flinched slightly.

Bo-Katan shook her head lowering her gaze "Amazing, Djarin." She looked at his visor again "You did good. We're going to need him, I'm glad he's still around."

"Should I believe you?" Din asked, giving away the childminder's identity.

"Listen, the protesters believe that the Jedi is off world. You earned their trust, showing that you're reliable by sending Skywalker far away, keeping the council's promise... No Jedi involved." She started walking and Din followed her, completely astonished. "Now, they won't see it coming. Tell me he's included in our plan."

"He is."

"Good." She gave him a nod. "I'm glad you're shagging that Jedi." She looked at him sideways and Din clenched his hands into fists.

"Watch your mouth, Kryze." His face twisted in anger in the secrecy of his helmet.

"Sorry, right. You're in love with him." She sneered.

When she rested her hand on the wall — coming to a halt — ready to hit the door command, Din covered her fingers with his own "He's my riduur." He tilted his head down, his visor fixed on her green eyes, she sucked in a breath and pressed her lips together.

"You didn't!" She scolded him.

"Wanna bet?" He smiled triumphantly behind his helmet.

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elionwriter · 3 years

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MY FAV STAR WARS COUPLE DYNAMICS:

(for the sake of this post let's all just pretend no one dies, ok?)

Anakin - Padme: their relationship started with pure drama and really bad, corny pick up lines and it just goes on that way. Even when they are happily exiled on Naboo with their children and everyone knows about them, whenever they talk about their love or tell the story to Luke and Leia it's always with the tones of a 'larger than life situation'. Obviously Anakin is the drama queen who really pushes it (and is still salty he had to give up his title as Jedi Master) but Padme fell for him when he did the whole whiny speech about sand and married him, she secretly supports this s***t! 😝

Han - Leia: bickering is their love language. Screaming to impose supremacy is their flirting. The thing is, they never bicker for serious stuff, because they actually agree on what matters and get along as a couple, it's the principle of things! Sometimes a friend of Ben overhears them and goes 😱 "I'm really sorry for intruding on this, pal. Will your parents be alright?" And Ben with the calmest expression will answer "They literally do this all the time". It's the silence that's worriesome. When Leia is just too tired to keep fighting after hours of doing so with politicians, when Han doesn't bother to stay to face the argument and just hops on the Falcon again, THAT'S when they realise they are falling out. So they push duty and lust for adventure aside to go back spending quality time together and patching things up. Sure enough, the bickering starts again and Ben is like "😌 aaah everything is fine again".

Din - Luke: they are the picture perfect couple. They literally never argue, at best they poke eachother when one of the two does something the other doesn't entirely agree on. They have each other's back in any instance, support every choice and are there for backup when others want a fight or have something to say either on Din's leadership or Luke's approach to the Jedi code and teachings. It took them forever to actually get together because they acted like shy teenagers on their first crush and Leia, Han and Cara had to practically push them into each other's arms, but once they got there they were solid a couple as a rock. Others look at them and think they are either disgustingly mushy or still in a 'honeymoon face', because NO ONE has such a stress-free marriage. Din and Luke truly don't get what the fuss and all the drama's about. So even though they end up practically parenting the space version of the kids from 'Cheaper by the dozen' they act like parental figures to their friends as well. Life as Manda'lor and the Reviver of the Jedi order can be hell, but together they are just balanced like that and can face everything! They even create a new co-op fighting style for Jedi/Mandalorians that becomes the terror and amazement of the Galaxy for centuries to come!😌😏💪

Kannan - Hera: very similar to Dinluke except they do at times have some small moments of tension because Hera is a fighter to the core and Kannan can't help but wonder if the battle will ever truly end. But his queen's passion and resolve is so bright and steeled that he can't help but fall in love a little more every time and follow, knowing it's the right thing to do. They have an example to set for their son, after all. Kannan will absolutely love Jacen and will introduce Ezra to his son (once Sabine and Ashoka bring him back) as his older brother. Much like when he trained Ezra or faced Sabine, Kannan will sometimes doubt himself and wonder if he's acting like a good parent to Jacen. Hera will smile and reassure him, describing to him the bright and happy smile on their son's face or how Jecen's nose scrunches and his long, greenish ears wiggle in delight whenever Kannan plays with him or cuddles him. As Hera says so, Kannan holds her and feels like he can actually see it too.

Sabine - Ezra: After Ezra is brought back to his family from wherever or whatever happened to him after facing Thrawn, both of them will just indulge in sudden hugs or touches to make sure the other is actually there. Of course, they first think of their bond as a solid friendship and camaraderie, because that's what it was when they left off. The extra touching is just the response to being apart for so long and being worried for each other. But then Sabine notices that Ezra actually looks really good with long hair and the scruffy beard he grew out. She catches herself thinking of how warm and safe if feels in his arms and mentally kicks herself because she's a Mandalorian, all she should need is a loaded blaster to feel safe. Ezra, on the other hand, starts playing with Sabine's hair when complimenting her new dye and suddenly finds himself cupping her face like it's the most natural thing in the world. Long story short, they fall for eachother hard and become the prototype of the couple "my boyfriend/girlfriend is my best friend". When they are comfortable with their new status, Ezra goes back flirting dorkishly with her like he did all those years back when they first met and Sabine will tease him by shooting his advances down.

Ashoka - Bo Katan: joke's on Bo-katan for cringing back in the day at her sister's relationship with a Jedi. She thought destiny or the force or whatever was really messing with her when she realized that her rival and pupil, Din Djarin, the new leader of Mandalorians was also falling helplessly in love with a Jedi (Obi-Wan's student nonetheless). When she hears Sabine Wren and her Jedi boy also got together she stops questioning it. The thing is that she herself has been inexplicably, undeniably charmed and hooked to a Jedi for years now. The very same Jedi she had teased didn't have enough booty, what felt like a lifetime prior. But she's Bo-Katan, she can be in angry denial about anything. Ashoka, on the other hand, has seen and has been conditioned too much on what attachment does to a Jedi, even if she doesn't consider herself one anymore. So, even if the chemistry between them and the long lingering stares are real, their love is always kept a quiet, unspoken thing. Whenever they call eachother "my old friend" they know they actually mean more, but leave it at that. Everyone around them can't help wondering 'are they a thing or...?!' but they never feed the theories and gossip. They know what they are and mean for each other when they are alone in the same room, talking about the past or what must be done in the future and Ashoka's mere presence is enough to cool down the ever-present burning rage inside of Bo. Meanwhile, the other can't help but admire how single minded and devoted to her people and culture the Mandalorian princess is, how she never gave up on them, despite everything. They smile softly at each other, then one of them breaks the spell by leaving. They go back to their own business and life untill destiny or the force or whatever brings them back into eachother's orbit.

Revan - Carth: normally they act very much like Leia and Han with the bickering and teasing bit but then Revan has one of her memories returning or is haunted by how she basically condemned her lifelong best friend Malak to a terrible death and Carth instantly does a 180° shift becoming the most caring, comforting and tender partner. She'll hide into his chest until the crisis in over. Sometimes it can go on for days and Revan is oh, so grateful of how patient and good Carth is to her. Then, at times, Carth is the one burying his head in her chest and she's the one doing the tender, hair strokes. Carth needs a lot of reassuring and might get upset and fret over even what appears to be a trivial thing. He's trying to heal and get better but the long, long years of solitude, hurt and paranoia are hard to iron down. Expecially when Carth seems to have an instinct that puts a Jedi to shame, foreseeing a crisis neither she nor Bastila had picked up. But he is making an effort to improve and she's proud of him, even as he tries very clumsily to patch things up with his son Dustil. She doesn't really step in that matter more than she has to, since Dustil is clearly not happy nor comfortable with the idea of them being together yet. Carth will sometimes open his heart to her and say something deeply meaningful on how he wants her to stay ( when she looks particularly haunted and about to leave without a work of warning) and be happy but does so with such awkward word choices that Revan just cannot refrain from laughing at his face and making puns. It's at this point that the back and forth teasing resumes. There is no denying they are still deeply wounded individuals and they are at their best when their friends are there to lighten the mood and show love to the both of them. Because they could easily go down the path of drama like Anakin and Padme but they choose the Ebon Hawk crew shenanigans instead.

Obi Wan - Satine: their love is stored in the memory of that glorious time they spent together in their youth. A moment in which no responsibility or sense of honor could keep them from giving in to that feeling of want and need for each other. It's a love that never truly went away, never left space for anyone else, but it never fully grew and bloomed either. So years down the line, that's what it is for Obi-Wan, a pleasant memory. He would never change how things went afterwards, but he wouldn't give up those memories and feelings for anything in the world. Satine feels the same, mostly. There are nights that she falls asleep wondering what could have been if only she had talked up at the decisive moment and dreams of a life spent together with Obi-Wan. But when she wakes up, she sobers up and goes back to her things. It's when she looks at her Korkie smile and notices how resembling to his secret father he is that she is truly at peace. She managed to keep a peace of Obi-Wan in her life.

Cal - Merrin: I have no idea for this one, but just stop and consider the possible 'nightsisters babies' though! Wouldn't they be the cutest things ever?! 😀

Sorry Cara Dune, you just haven't met the woman of your life yet. 😔

Also, I kinda like Zeb and Callus too but I don't really ship them enough to add them here, you know? Anyway I'm sure they make a lovely couple.

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blue-kyber · 2 years

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Some are saying that Boba is becoming a side character to his own show. I don’t think so. What I see happening is that we’re getting the slow-burn setup for a much better payoff. And it’s made out of pieces that we can’t put together yet. Which I Love, because that is how I write. You wonder how the heck something is going to make sense or fit, or why it even exists, or that it’s a pointless tangent, and then toward the end you’re like, “Oh yeah. It’s all coming together.”

We’ve had 2 very amazing episodes that have had me squealing like a toddler on a sugar high in pure excitement. This is Star Wars to me. And I love it.

What these 6 episodes gives us are a lot of strings from different directions pulling in toward the center to intertwine and become one massive space yarn ball. Or... Spaceball, if you will.

Din’s journey with the darksaber and Grogu is setting up for season 3 - we know that - and we know he came back to help Boba Fett, because when Fennec Shand tossed him credits to become muscle against the Pikes, he tossed it back saying “It’s on the house” but that he needed to go see Grogu first.

I think his new super sweet souped up Naboo starfighter (chef’s kiss to Pelli) will come in handy in the fight against the Pike syndicate.

Bringing Cobb Vanth in and having IT’S CAD BANE, MOTHER FUCKER! show up, be Cad Bane, shoot him and walk away, being Cad Bane, brings the people of Freetown (Mos Pelgo) into the fight.

If Din learns how to use the Darksaber, he can use that against them as well.

AND if the 50 year old baby Grogu decides to go back home to dad, he’ll still have hundreds of years to train. He doesn’t have to start everything right now. Luke gave him his ‘out’ when he said “A short time for you is a lifetime for someone else.” HE. WAS TALKING. ABOUT. DIN.

He’s talking in riddles just like Yoda used to, which might not be the best choice for a 50 year old child. Oh, Luke, you beautiful himbo and my very first crush in life. (The deep fake is looking a lot better on this one. I wonder if they got that guy from the video where their team made a better deepfake than Disney did. I know being Luke would make that guy’s whole life. I love the fact that he still sounds like Luke. If they can do this with Luke, they can do this with Han and Leia. I don’t want to hear sass back from any of you. GIVE ME MY ORIGINAL TWINS AND SMUGGLER BAE. Alden Ehrenreich already said he’s up for playing Han again. I mean... yes, please. More Alden as Han, please.)

Grogu has training already, and Luke began unlocking that with his memories of order 66. (Poor little guy! 3 Jedi defended him to the death and now I’m crying in this Chili’s.) He can stand to wait a little bit. He can even choose to go back to Luke when he and Mandodad are ready.

With Ahsoka coming into it, we get a setup for the Ahsoka series.

All of these threads that seem like off-track paths are really the seeds planted for a long-term (hopefully) satisfying ending. And perhaps all of these shows will be merged into one so we can follow the lives of all of these characters in different episodes.

These are all cogs in a clock we can’t see running yet. Filoni and Favreau gave us The Clone Wars, The Bad Batch, and Rebels. Of course there were some bad episodes (every series has bad episodes. It’s a fact of life you just have to accept). But their track record so far has more good than harm. I gotta trust them.

AND WHERE’S MY SPACE SON, FILONI?!?! WHERE’S EZRA?! (I’m seeing this also being tied into the Ahsoka series where we have these episodes to call back to for references.)

Oh, and if anyone noticed in these episodes, we heard the old familiar themes of the Force, Yoda’s, and Luke’s. And if anyone ever noticed, the tail ending of the theme song for TBOBF has the minor 2nd that’s prevalent in Han’s theme from “SOLO.” I love that.

#star wars #the book of boba fett #The mandalorian #hot take #it's not a mess. We just don't see the full picture yet. It's all coming together.#I'M CALLING IT NOW.#You heard it here first my friends.

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superhusbands4ever · 3 years

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DinLuke (Skydalorian) Fic Rec List

Hello all! Like many of us, I have fallen into Dinluke hell since the season 2 finale of The Mandalorian, so I have compiled a list of Dinluke fics that I love for you all to read. I’ve sorted them by series, and long fics, and one-shots. Incomplete/in-progress fics are marked with **. If you are like me and you absolutely LOVE force-sensitive Din Djarin, those fics will be bolded. If you want a rec list of just force-sensitive Din fics, let me know!

Enjoy!

Series

**Seperate Ways by PepperPrints - Explicit - iconic, exquisite, 1000/10, peak art, would recommend

With Moff Gideon defeated and the Darksaber reclaimed, the rumours of newly named Mand'alor Din Djarin spread through the galaxy... along with the stories of the Child he carries with him. Determined to meet him, Luke Skywalker arrives on Mandalore -- but before he can get any closer, he has to prove himself worthy of Mandalorian standards.

**Skydalorian by Celestial_Alignment - Explicit

What if Din and Luke met pre-episode 4 and continued to run into each other through the years.

The Mandalorian ends up at Tosche Station and meets a desert youth who is apparently named "Wormie."

**The Vanishing Breed Series by @dosmit-raeh - Mature

The first thing Din noticed was the fire in the hearth. Near the hearth was a small, handmade crib, and from the crib came an excited cry. It spread through Din's chest like a bloodstain, perhaps it had in fact pierced his heart. He knew that little voice.

“Hey, you,” said Din softly. He dropped to his knees as the Kid scrambled out of the crib and scampered to him, crawling into his lap and burbling happily.

“That’s the most excited I’ve seen him in months,” said Skywalker. Din hadn’t even noticed him sitting across the room at a rough-hewn wooden table, nursing a cup of something. He wore the same carefully neutral expression he'd had on Gideon's ship, but his clothes were now desert-colored and hung loose around Skywalker's wiry frame. His hair was in disarray and it made him look much younger than he'd seemed on the ship; there, he'd seemed world-weary and ancient. Now, Din felt an insane need to protect.

Skywalker raised his cup at Din in greeting, a lopsided smile on his face. “He’s missed you," he said.

“Feeling’s mutual,” said Din gruffly.

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The Mandalorian becomes Din Djarin. Din Djarin becomes.

(Luke helps.)

**Beskar and Kyber by Insomniac_with_dreams - Not Rated

“This is going to be awkward,” Luke sighs down at the baby in his arms. R2 beeps besides him and Luke nods in agreement. “Nothing to do but go back.”

His X-Wing is almost completely dismantled, sparking where wires hang limply. There is no way he’s getting off of this cruiser until it’s repaired. There aren't even any escape pods on board all of the docking bays empty. He hadn’t anticipated this, and now he was going to have to walk back to the bridge with the baby and explain himself to a heartbroken Mandalorian.

**you and i have memories by itBlackLeader - General

“What are you doing ?” A quiet voice asks behind his back.

Luke only responds with hums of contentment and a gentle tap on the grassy ground next to him.

(Luke and Din enjoy a quiet evening.)

Long Fic (Multi-chapter & 10K+)

Smoke Signals by Thestorans - Explicit - 23.5K

"Din Djarin"

He hears his name and it scares him enough to throw up his blaster, finger hovering over the trigger that is pointed right at Luke Skywalker's heart.

(or the one where a Jedi meets a Mandalorian and things get complicated.)

More Than His Armor by twoseas - Teen - 12.6K

Din visits Grogu at Luke’s academy more than any other parent. Luke isn’t complaining.

**Fates of the Force by starkjoy - Explicit

Six months after Grogu's rescue, an unexpected encounter launches Din on a quest throughout the galaxy alongside Jedi Master Luke Skywalker—a journey that may alter their fates forever.

the warmest bed i’ve ever known by ceedawkes - Explicit - 11.5K

pre-original series, din djarin is injured on a remote planet and found by an incessantly chatty farm boy named luke skywalker || i won't ask you to wait, if you don't ask me to stay || aka "making out with hot farm boys doesn't count as breaking the creed if he's blindfolded during it". edit 12/29: now with a post-series chapter 2.

**Worlds Apart by PepperPrints - Teen - honestly an absolute favorite, it only has 3 chapters so far but I’ve already re-read each one a million times

Having safely delivered the Child, Mand'alor Din Djarin inherits the Darksaber, a ruined planet, and the burden of Moff Gideon's fate. That burden brings Din to the New Republic on Coruscant, where he's thrown into a shimmering world of galactic politics even less familiar to him than the planet meant to be his home.

Din isn't the only one on Coruscant with his hands full of a once forgotten order - the Jedi is here too, and as their paths cross, Din will be forced to navigate both what's expected of him, and what he wants.

**we could be enough by @snap-dragon-pop - Teen

Din Djarin fights a war he never wanted to be a part of, and Luke Skywalker slowly makes a place for himself in a family he never knew he needed.

**he feels like home by bilgegungorenoo - Teen

Luke is in love.

And Leia doesn’t even need her strong Force bond with her twin to know that.

Or, 5 times people try to convince Luke to ask Din out, and 1 time Din takes it upon himself to do it.

**Family is a Funny Thing by SkylaDoragono - Mature

He promised the child he would see him again; he just didn't realize how hard it would be for him to stay away, even with the responsibility that came with the Darksaber breathing down his neck.

**Kir’manir by @iamonewithyouandyouarewithme - Teen - this one is one of my top 5 favorites already and it only has 2 chapters so far lol

He lets go of everything.

He reunites with his son, sees with his own eyes that he is safe, and just as quickly loses him again.

He gives the child to the Jedi, watches them prepare to leave. He sins, removes his helmet; feels the faintest touch of his son's tiny hand against his tired skin.

And then Bo-Katan shoots the Jedi in the back.

**For All The Things My Eyes Have Seen by Strawbebbi_Daiuiri - Teen

“He missed you.” The Jedi laughed. For a moment, Din didn’t respond, too wrapped up in the moment. Not that he probably would’ve responded anyways, but his focus was on the child in his arms. The feel of the other man’s stare, however, brought him back to where he was. ---- Or, the one where Luke and Din don't realize they're in love with each other for way too long and raise children together.

**no path runs smooth series by @andillwriteyouatragedy - General

"I don't know what game you're playing, here, but you know you have to go with the Jedi. This is your destiny."

"Luke." Din looks up to the Jedi, scanning him through his visor. As if he can see his face — and Din hopes even the most powerful Jedis can't see through beskar — the Jedi smiles at him again. He clarifies, "The Jedi? Has a name. I'm Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin."

One Shots

HOT SINGLE DAD IN YOUR AREA NEEDS YOUR HELP by coldishcase - Teen - crackfest but honestly relatable and funny as hell

A bright red box appears in Luke's vision, declaring in big, bold basic lettering: "HOT SINGLE DAD IN YOUR AREA NEEDS YOUR HELP." He's seen several just like it by this point, each more insistent than the last.

Someone needs his help, apparently. They sure have an interesting way of asking him for it, though.

How (Not) to Meet Your Son’s Boyfriend by fifteenminutesoffame - Not Rated

“You’re blocking the sunlight,” Obi-Wan chides, cast in shadow from Anakin’s hovering, his eyes still closed.

“Will you pay attention?” Anakin snaps. “Luke has made me a grandfather.”

i think i’m gonna marry you by snapdragonpop007 - General

It is an ancient tradition on Mandalore, that before you can ask for someone’s hand in marriage, you first have to defeat them in battle to prove your abilities to care for and provide for the family you’ll have. If you are not a capable warrior, you are not a capable spouse.

Luke didn't realize he had already skipped that step.

Got Me Hypnotized (So Mesmerized) by wasted_wallflower - Teen

“Thanks. For what you’re doing, I mean.” The words come out stilted and slow, and not for the first time, Din curses his inability to talk to people like a normal person. Luke Skywalker smiles at him, ducking his head with an undoubtedly bashful expression on his face, while the kid (Grogu, he reminds himself) chatters between them. “You’re welcome.” He says, that smile still on his face, and oh.

Oh no.

Din Djarin does not have a crush, despite what everyone else thinks. Enter Luke Skywalker.

#the mandalorian #star wars #mandalorian #dinluke #din djarin #luke skywalker #skydalorian #fic rec

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firewins-the-fangxrl · 3 years

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Building Anew

Now that May The 4th Be With You Excange has revealed I’m crossposting my fic! so here’s some fluffy Grogu and Luke bonding! (also can be kinda dinluke if you want)

(link to the fic on ao3 in the notes cause tumblr sucks and will hide posts with links!)

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In his efforts to rebuild the Jedi order Luke finds himself learning many new things, some were expected such as old Jedi teachings and methods of finding force sensitives, others things he had not expected, such as the favourite colours of his younger students.

"Wait Master Luke, lightsabers can be purple?" a tiny Twi’lek pipes up.

"Yes there's a multitude of different colours that lightsabers can take depending on the users connec-"

"Can they be rainbow? Rainbow is my favorite colour!" comes another voice.

"My favorite is yellow!" from a Nautolan boy.

The ensuing lesson turned into a session of sharing favourite colours. Which, if Luke is being honest, is surprisingly enjoyable.

Teaching turns out to be one of Luke's favourite parts of resurrecting the order. Each of his students is different and helping them find and control their connection to the force is rewarding. The kids are also interesting to talk to, they're happy to tell him, with the honesty and excitement that comes with childhood, about a variety of things from a cool bug they found to what sensing presences in the force feels like.

Luke learns a lot about each of his students, both mundane and not.

Grogu is probably one of the most interesting to communicate with. Luke learns a number of things about Grogu, firstly that the kid has had a long life.

A really long life.

The first time Luke really gets a sense of Grogu's age is a few weeks after he was first brought to the small temple that acted as the youngling teaching quarters. He and Grogu are meditating together when he's hit with a rush of unfamiliar memories.

Huge sprawling temples filled with the bustle of people going about their day. The sound of children playing and distant lightsaber practice. The sight of adults hurrying past, lightsabers strapped to their hips, some with padawans trailing behind trying to keep up.

It takes him a few seconds to piece together that the memories are of the old Jedi order at its height. He turns to observe the small green child, struck by the fact that the people from that memory are probably all long gone.

"You're a lot older than you look, aren't you?" he murmurs quietly.

The child doesn't move, still deep in meditation, so Luke returns to meditating as well. They settle back into peaceful and companionable silence.

The second thing he learns about Grogu is that he loves his dad. Though Luke only met him briefly he can see that they have a strong bond.

Grogu is also more than willing to share stories of his and his dad's adventures with Luke. Every memory Grogu shares is laden with warmth and adoration.

The adventures are also seemingly extremely dangerous, which is how Luke quickly learns fact number three.

Grogu's father is a stone cold badass. From risky rescues snatching Grogu from the clutch of Imperials to killing a fully grown krayt dragon (something he is honestly in awe of) the man seems to be an unstoppable force powered by protective instincts.

As the stories go on Luke starts to wonder if part of the reason Grogu's father is so unstoppable is because he never stops to think anything through.

Of course Luke isn't exactly one to judge since he's nowhere near the picture of restraint himself.

But still, for force sake the man let himself be swallowed whole by a krayt dragon!

Even Luke isn't quite that dumb… well for the part he's not.

Grogu, it seems, has inherited his father's lack of regard for consequences, as he's quite willing to attempt to eat anything without waiting for Luke to check if it's poisonous or not.

However Grogu's favourite foods by far are frogs and cookies. Luke isn't quite sure what those two things have in common but he does know that cookies must be protected from the green bean (especially if they belong to another student) and that most of the frogs on Draay 2 aren't poisonous.

Except for the tiny yellow ones.

Chasing down Grogu to remove frogs from his mouth to scan for edibility becomes a daily struggle.

This is when Luke first realizes that Grogu is a menace.

The child has more chaotic energy than should feasibly fit into such a small being. Most memorably in the lightsaber incident. The less said about that the better but Luke has certainly learnt his lesson about leaving his lightsaber in a place that small green toddlers can reach.

He's glad to still have his legs.

A fact that he has not been at all prepared to learn came during one of Grogu's father's visits. Which was that Din was apparently a king.

Din lands his ship at the small landing platform adjacent to the temple. Grogu is practically vibrating with excitement by the time the loading door opens and the man walks out, beskar armour glinting in the sunlight.

Unlike his previous visits he is flanked by two other Mandalorians, both wearing blue armour.

Din turns to one of the Mandalorians and says something, too low for Luke to overhear at this distance, and the two Mandalorians turn to go back inside the ship.

As Din walks closer, Grogu wriggles free from Luke's arms and runs to his father. Din drops down and scoops the excited child up into his arms. Luke can hear Grogu making excited squeaks as Din murmurs something to the child.

“Who are your friends?” Luke asks as Din walks closer.

“Royal guard.” is Din’s only response.

“Royal guard?”

“I’m technically the Mand’alor”

“Technically?”

“It’s… complicated. I don’t suppose you’d want a second laser sword?”

“Uh, no thank you” Luke says, noticing one of the blue clad guards glaring at him from the ship. Her helmet is off and he can see short red hair and a slightly terrifying expression that reminds him of Leia when some poor soul angers her.

“Yeah that’s probably for the best,” Din says wryly.

The rest of the visit is fairly normal, except for the bodyguards hovering over Din. Luke gets the distinct impression that the guards are more interested in ensuring that Din doesn’t make a run for it than protecting him from danger.

Something he learns after a while is that Grogu has nightmares.

Grogu is more than happy to share snippets of memories and stories about his life before the fall of the old order. However he avoids the topic of the fall itself. Luke doesn’t push Grogu to share anything he’s not comfortable with.

Luke is pretty sure that's what the nightmares are about since Grogu refuses to tell him anything about them.

He’s okay with that. He doesn’t need to know the specifics to comfort the small scared child that comes to him. Luke just holds Grogu and murmurs reassurances.

Sometimes, if it’s really bad they start a holo call to Din, he always answers no matter the time. They stay up late talking about whatever they can think about until Grogu has fallen asleep, comforted by the presence and voice of his father.

Once when Din is visiting Grogu, Luke wakes to a knock on his door in the middle of the night. He finds a very tired looking Mandalorian carrying Grogu.

“He had a nightmare?” Luke asks.

Din nods clearly suppressing a yawn.

“Come on in. I’ll make some caf.” Luke says, stepping aside.

They stay up talking long after Grogu has fallen asleep, Din tells Luke about the struggles of being a king and Luke shares some stories he’s collected from being a teacher.

He tells Din about the lightsaber incident. Din finds it funny and Luke would probably be more annoyed if the man’s laugh wasn’t so pleasant.

By the time Din leaves, the sun is just starting to crest over the horizon and Luke realizes that he has to go set up for his morning class.

He decides that there are much worse ways to spend the night than with Din and Grogu.

Grogu apparently agrees with him based on the number of crayon drawings he makes of the three of them after that.

Luke is pretty sure Din gets a few of them framed.

#the mandalorian #the mandolarian #the mandalorion fanfic #Luke Skywalker #din djarin #Grogu Djarin #grogu #baby yoda #dinluke #dinluke fic #if you want #Fic #fanfic #firewins writes

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