#cowboy dinluke fiveever

[maered613]

Camie's getting married. Estranged from Owen & Beru, Luke goes home for the first time in 10 years. He's not looking forward to meeting their farmhand, the man who’s been living his old life ever since he left. Din isn’t particularly excited to meet Luke either; not when he already hates him for abandoning people who are like family to him now.

They both try to be civil. Fireworks ensue instead.

--

Grogu asks to be excused from the dinner table to watch his show, and Din hears the clatter of Grogu’s plates in the dishwasher and the TV turn on before Luke exhales and looks up from his empty plate.

Din clenches his fist.

Here we go.

“Leia’s coming to visit.” Luke says, looking up, but not at anything in particular. “-she was wondering if they could stay here or if she’d get a motel room.”

Din blinks.

What?

His eyes dart over to Owen and Beru, who are having their own silent conversation.

“Of course we’ll have her!” Beru says, using her trying-very-hard-to-be-friendly voice, which Din has never heard her use inside the house, “-means you’ll have to bunk with Mando and Grogu, they are guests, afterall.”

“Oh that’s fine with me.” Luke says, sounding relieved yet slightly hysterical, “-as long as it’s fine with D-Mando."

Din has never been more confused in his entire life.

“Of course.” Din says, slowly.

“When are we expecting them?” Owen asks, sounding tired.

“-in a week.” Luke says, “-she’s being forced into taking this vacation.”

“I see.” Owen says.

Silence descends on the table once again.

“I, uh, better go tell her.” Luke says, standing abruptly and sprinting up to his room.

“If you boys’ll excuse me.” Beru says, the second they hear Luke’s door slam.

She sounds teary, and Din watches her go into the study and close the door.

Din looks at Owen, who sighs and drags a hand down his face.

“Do you want a beer, son?”

“Sure.” Din says, slowly, “-don’t worry, Owen, I got it.” He says, waving Owen back down and heads to the kitchen, pulling two bottles out of the fridge and opening them.

He hands Owen his as soon as he gets back, and Owen chugs half of it in one go.

Din sits down carefully with his own.

Owen doesn’t say a single thing, just stares at the bottle.

Din purses his lips. He has no fucking clue what just happened.

“Who’s Leia?”

---

Originally for @stardads @dinlukeweek but now also for all of you gorgeous people 😭😭😭🤠🤠🤠

--

[maered613]

Camie's getting married. Estranged from Owen & Beru, Luke goes home for the first time in 10 years. He's not looking forward to meeting their farmhand, the man who’s been living his old life ever since he left. Din isn’t particularly excited to meet Luke either; not when he already hates him for abandoning people who are like family to him now.

They both try to be civil. Fireworks ensue instead.

--

Din hangs his Stetson up at the end of the day, walking into the house, and his first thought is that he’s walked into an active war zone.

"- still doesn’t change the fact that is the stupidest song I have ever heard in my entire life!” Leia says, throwing her hands up.

“What does it matter?!” Luke says back, “-it’s just a song, Leia-”

“I am not going to be indoctrinated into being a person that thinks a song called “She Thinks My Tractor is Sexy” is a normal piece of music!”

“You’re just in time for the fireworks.” Solo says, beside him, “-Luke’s tryna teach Leia to square dance before the big shindig on Saturday.”

Din's gotta hand it to him, he’s still trying to play nice even after Din’s earlier dig.

Din doesn’t say anything, though, just listens to Leia and Luke argue back and forth about ‘insidious hick indoctrination’ until Luke agrees to change the song.

“They don’t play stuff like that in the country bars in New York!”

“Of course not, they only play entry level country music there. You’re gonna have to get used to the real ones!!” Luke says, skipping a track on his CD player, “-does this one pass muster?”

Leia listens for a bit and rolls her eyes.

“Still ridiculous. But fine.”

“That’s not square dancing.” Din says, after a moment of watching Luke guide Leia around the living room; she's picked it up quickly. “-it’s line dancing.”

“What’s the bloody difference?” Solo says, incredulously.

Din looks at him, blankly.

“-in square dancing, your dance pattern is a square.” Din says, slowly, as he mimes a square outline with his index finger. “- in line dancing, you dance on a straight line.” Din also punctuates that with drawing a line in the air.

“Well, how was I supposed to know?” Solo asks, indignant. “-I’m a Yankee.��

“So am I.” Din says, “-Detroit.”

“Motor City!”

“Yeah.” Din says, raising a brow. “-anyway, don’t worry about it. Grogu watched a lot of Sesame Street when he was a baby. I know my shapes.”

Din feels his moustache twitch as he catches sight of Luke’s shoulders hunching together, like he only does when he’s trying not to laugh.

“No wonder the two of you get along.” Solo says, flatly, “-you’re both fucking smartasses.”

--

you all are entirely too nice. I hope you enjoy the ending as much as i enjoyed writing it and interacting with you all. Xoxoxo

@dinlukeweek @stardads