#din dijarin/luke skywalker

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Hi friends! I'm getting my feet wet in the fandom today both with a new fic and a new blog! I'd love if you guys checked out my first dinluke fic & let me know what you think! I'm really excited to start my journey & make new pals in a new fandom. This one's 18+, so minors DNi! Click over to AO3 to read And It's All Alright!

They start with harmless staffs that clank and groan under the pressure of two brilliantly gifted fighters. Mando is quick on his feet and efficient with the armor that covers most of his body. His recklessness is a testament to always having his most fleshy and important bits covered. Luke tucks that knowledge away for when their sabers join the party and the true fun really begins.

For a while, Luke inevitably beats up on the Mandalorian until one day, the staff is knocked out of Luke’s hands and Mando is finally, triumphantly hovering over him.

With his chest still heaving, Luke grins up from his place on the floor. A bubble of laughter escapes when a soft sigh leaves the Mandalorian’s lips – even through the vocoder, Luke hears real pride in the gesture.

“That was amazing. I didn’t even see you coming,” Luke gushes, still heaving out laughs and trying to catch his breath. The next moment, Mando holds out a hand that Luke eagerly accepts. Being lifted to shaky feet is too much for the euphoric feeling Luke’s floating around in and his legs give out. As Mando pulls him up, Luke loses his balance and goes tumbling into an armored chest.

Strong arms wrap around him, holding him tightly against bright beskar. Luke tries not to breath but it’s no use. The desperate desire to look up is too much. Despite knowing eyes won’t be there to catch his own, Luke tilts his head up to stare at the dark line of Mando’s visor. He’s a second away from speaking when that very same helmet comes down to rest against Luke’s forehead, sharp armor against smooth skin.

Luke later finds out that Mando kissed him that day. It takes a few more fumbles into strong arms for the two of them to take the next step. In a post-orgasmic stupor, Luke learns what a keldabe kiss is and its importance amongst the Mandalorian’s.

“Until we’re clan, the gesture is all I’m able to give,” Mando says, a wistfulness to his modulated voice. As if to drive that longing Luke recognizes home, familiar hands come up to frame his face. Luke doesn’t hesitate to tilt his head up; he’s slowly growing used to the cool metal against his skin. The tenderness of it soothes an ache Luke never knew he had. While their carnality is lovely, Luke appreciates the affection more.

Though, that idea is severely tested the day the Mandalorian finally tells him his name. “Call me Din,” he says, sounding both shy and desperately determined. Luke is certain arousal isn’t the reaction his lover is looking for but there’s no time to argue. Moving with the force, Luke is in Din’s lap before their next breath. “Hi, Din,” Luke eventually says, a wide smile on his face.

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sw boys x reader (ft. luke skywalker, han solo, anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, poe dameron, din djarin) backtrack: “rewrite the stars”, zac efron + zendaya inspiration: this is part three of my little series (pjo version here and hp version here)

luke skywalker

giving: words of affirmation / acts of service

the problem with luke is that he changes, see. in a new hope he’s bright eyed and bushy tailed. by return of the jedi the poor dude has seen some stuff. in a new hope though, his giving love language is totally words of affirmation. he called leia beautiful, and while it’s kind of weird to think about because they’re, uh, brother and sister, it was still sweet. another love language for luke--in both a new hope and return of the jedi--is definitely acts of service. in episodes four and five, it’d be in a naive, following you around like a lost puppy kind of way. he’d jump at the opportunity to do anything for you, you’re literally his goddess, say the word “water” and he’ll be sprinting to get a glass of it for you. in return of the jedi though, he likes to do things for his partner in a more mature, protective way. he’d place more importance on making sure you’re safe, and he deems himself your protector until his dying breath. a runner up for return of the jedi luke would be quality time. he and his friends have been through war, and he knows how dangerous jedi life is. so he treasures every quiet moment he can have with his loved ones.

receiving: physical touch

LOOK HOW FLUSTERED MY BOY WAS WHEN LEIA KISSED HIM (never mind that it was mildly concerning given they’re siblings!). luke absolutely melts for physical touch, moreso in episodes four and five but in six as well. his face will get bright red, he’ll start stuttering, my man does not hide it well. his friends, especially han, will tease the f-- out of him. he’ll deny it vehemently, but he’d get on his knees for you if you so much as touch his shoulder. he likes every sort of physical touch, it doesn’t have to be kisses. he’ll be bursting with joy even when you’re just linking pinkies during meetings; he’ll be constantly bouncing in his seat and will absolutely not be able to pay attention. also he definitely clings onto you while you’re sleeping like you’re a stuffed animal.

han solo

giving: gift giving

legitimately, I think sometimes when han smuggles physical materials, he’ll pick the best thing and steal it from the cargo and just give it to his partner. han’s not rich, but he wants his partner to have the best things in life, especially since he doesn’t think he can offer much else (except for his dashing good looks, of course). does it sometimes get him in trouble when his bosses notice that the biggest diamond is missing from the cargo? yeah. does he care? nope.

receiving: quality time

han’s constantly on the move with his job. he doesn’t have time to relax, since he’s often looking over his shoulder for bounty hunters. when he has free time, he’d love to play a relaxed game on the falcon with his partner. his favorite is the one with the holograms that c3po and r2d2 play versus chewbacca. he usually doesn’t go all out because he’s usually playing against chewbacca, and they’re good buddies but han doesn’t really want to find out what would happen if he won against the wookiee. but against his partner? oh he’s going all out. he’s not a gentleman. he’ll absolutely obliterate you and laugh about it. it’s kind of charming though.

anakin skywalker

giving: words of affirmation

okay, mister “are you an angel?”. mister “you are so beautiful”. mister “I’m haunted by the kiss you never should have given me”, even though that line was kind of awkward coming from nineteen year old anakin. I don’t know how he can be so terribly unarticulate, but at the same time the most romantic smooth talker in the whole star wars universe. I just know he’ll be showering his partner with all sorts of lovely, poetic compliments. he’s a charmer, he’ll swipe you right off your feet with his words.

receiving: physical touch

like father, like son, I guess. without a doubt, anakin’s also a physical touch guy (partly because I want him to be, but also because I genuinely think so). the poor dude’s had a rough childhood, so he’s starved of love. and most importantly, he’s touch starved. show him some love, please. hugs, kisses, cuddles, holding hands, anything of the sort. he’ll constantly whine if he can’t be physically affectionate with you, even though you both know it’s because you’re trying to keep your relationship a secret. he’s also a big cuddler and would 100% be a hidden little spoon, although he’ll be kind of embarrassed about it. when you put a hand on his cheek, he’ll immediately lean into your touch. also, I just have this thought that he’d love it when you ruffle or play with his hair. please do it. he’ll even bend down so you can reach his hair if there’s a big height difference between you two. but also, I feel like I can’t gloss over the fact that anakin is in serious need of some words of affirmation. he never gets it, even though he’s done so much for the jedi order. please tell him you love him and he’s awesome. he’ll melt.

obi-wan kenobi

giving: acts of service

I mean, do I really have to explain? obi-wan would be the perfect boyfriend. he’s an absolute gentleman. he’d be the best at princess treatment, always making sure you never have to lift a finger. however, some people are not into being babied or taken care of to that extent, and obi-wan knows that. he’d completely respect his partner’s independence and competence to do things for themselves, but he’d love to just take care of his partner as well. mostly, he wants to make sure his partner is protected and safe at all times, similar to return of the jedi luke.

receiving: quality time

obi-wan’s literally dedicated his life to the jedi order. not much is known about his childhood, but it’s safe to assume he started training really young (much younger than nine, at least, since anakin was deemed to be too old at that age, which is ridiculous) and for a really long period of time. he’s been so busy with training anakin and trying to keep up with him that he doesn’t have a lot of time to rest. so when he does have downtime, he’d want to spend it with his partner trying to form a deeper emotional bond. because really, obi-wan would definitely prioritize an emotional connection with his partner, and you can’t really make that happen when you’re fighting for your lives every day. I think he’d want to either change the jedi’s practices or leave the order because he’d want to spend time with his partner and be like an actual family (ahem ahem “had you asked, I would have left the order for you”). although I also think he’s touch starved and would get easily flustered by physical touches.

poe dameron

giving: words of affirmation

poe’s a charismatic guy, kind of a charmer. he’s brash and abrasive when he’s mad, but he’s generally quite the relaxed (as relaxed as you can be when you’re fighting for your life every day, I guess), cheeky guy. you know he has a few good pickup lines in his back pocket. he pulls them out any time he wants to charm someone. half of the time it’s because he’s doing it as a joke, but other times he genuinely tries to be slick with it (heads up, he’s not). something also tells me he’d like giving gifts to his partner too, to spoil them rotten (even though I can’t imagine he has that much money, sorry poe).

receiving: physical touch

why was I kind of at a loss for this one? I guess poe is just pretty touch starved too, it’s not like he has a partner in the movies and he’s under a lot of stress every day with the resistance. I feel like he’d lowkey get migraines or muscle pain pretty often, and he’d literally melt if you gave him a massage. he just likes being close to his partner, although he’d probably let slip a dirty joke every now and then. he’ll definitely tease you if you get flustered about it, but a little slap from you and he’ll shut up.

din djarin

giving: acts of service

acts of service is basically the thing that defines din’s life, lol. he’s catching bounties for people, he’s helping npcs with their side quests (what? who said that?), and just look at how much he cared for grogu and how dedicated he was to the cutie. he literally gave up the dream life with omera for grogu. for his partner, he’d go to the ends of the galaxy. he would risk his life. he’d sacrifice his life. it takes him a while to warm up to people--he’s a slow burn romance trope, don’t even mess with me on that--but once he’s found his soulmate, he’ll give his heart, mind, body, and soul to you. he’s at your service, completely.

receiving: quality time

din’s life is constantly changing. people come and go as he floats through space, taking jobs and completing them. he really appreciates those quiet nights on his ship with his partner. it’s just the two of you floating through space, and he can almost forget his busy life and just focus on you. I think he wishes he could have a slower, peaceful life. look how happy he was with omera on that one planet that I forget the name of. he was literally so tempted to stay, and I think he definitely would have if it weren’t for grogu. similar to obi-wan, though, he’s touch starved, so he’d appreciate a little physical touch every now and then as well. nothing huge, especially in the beginning, but just simple hugs and holding hands in private.

for this post I added in han because I can’t believe I forgot him in my last sw post. this is also unedited because I'm tired and I spent like two hours writing this

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l need Luke Skywalker x Jedi!reader x Din djarin imagine Please

Hello dear love,

I'm so sorry it took so long to have this written for you. But I hope I did it justice.

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CHOICE

SUMMARY: Your past and your future collide, what decision will you make?

A/N: Hello lovelies,

It's been a while since I have posted. Life has been one blow after another. Good news is that my mother is doing very well. I had COVID for two weeks almost, thankfully it wasn't too bad, but it did drain me quite a bit.

I don't write poly-ships, but I hope I did this request justice; also it's not necessarily a Jedi reader, but a reader who is force sensitive.

Thank you to the lovely @firstofficerwiggles for beta reading.

This will be a 7-parter. Updated weekly.

Love oo

Italics - flashback

WARNINGS: Angst, anger, sacrifice, force use

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Luke wiped the sweat from his face as he ran through his drills, he couldn’t help but think back to his time on Dagobah, running through that humid and dense forest with Yoda on his back. The jokes his old master would share with him, the conversations they would have, and the wisdom he could impart.

Now, he was alone. 

Sure he had his twin sister, Han, Chewie, and R2 but it wasn’t the same. They didn’t understand the responsibility of becoming a Jedi, and Leia all but decided she didn’t want this life. She wanted to raise a family with Han. 

A family.

His eyes focused on the stars overhead as he lay down on the grassy field, the breeze cooling his body, as he wondered what would happen if he did have a family. 

Someone to love. 

Who was he kidding, it would be a pipe dream. Who would he even have a family with? 

It’s not like he couldn’t find some random person to start a family with, but he didn’t want just someone he could pick up at a bar. He wanted to have a deeper connection. Someone who would understand the responsibility of being with a Jedi, and the issues a long distance relationship could have. 

Family.

That one word kept him up unsettled. Not because of the responsibility but because of you.

He tried to push you out of his mind, clearing his thoughts so he could focus on his meditation, however now whenever he mediated and that word kept popping up, there was one face he saw. It was yours, and all the firsts you two had shared. 

His heart began to ache when he thought of the last time he saw you. 

The music from the Ewok’s impromptu party still filled the night air, he looked around to find you, he hadn’t seen you since he told Leia he was turning himself in to the Empire, only to walk right into you waiting on the next catwalk. 

You tried to stop him, told him you’d overheard his conversation with Leia, that he was crazy and out of his mind for going to face Vader. He did his best to reassure you, but you weren’t hearing it. He did the only thing he could think of, he leaned in and gently kissed your cheek lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary. It was the sure fire way of making sure you stopped talking, he’d used once or twice to win an argument between the two of you. As you stood there, tears in your eyes, he wished you the best and left you standing as tears streamed down your face. 

He spent a good portion of the night trying to find you, and now that he had found you standing away from the party, looking out into the forest of Endor, all the words in that moment flew out of his mind as he remember the first time you two kissed. 

Turned out it was both your first kiss, you were both clumsy and awkward, however, it was special. A special moment that started the both of you through a journey of friendship and love that neither of you had expected. 

You looked beautiful, standing there with a drink in your hand, your eyes shined even though they seemed lost and sad. He was glad he made it back. He didn’t want to have any regrets about leaving things the way they had before he went to meet Vader, but he also knew things might never be the same between the two of you. 

He took a deep breath, calming down his racing heart, taking one step towards you, “I’m surprised you’re here” Luke’s voice called over, he could see how you flinched at hearing his voice, “I thought you would’ve been having a drinking contest with Chewie by now.”

You simply hummed an acknowledgement not bothering to turn to look at him. 

He ran his hand through his hair, letting out a sigh, he could sense your annoyance at having him stand beside you. He leaned on the balcony doing his best to keep his distance without looking like he was keeping his distance, he just needed to appear casual “Still mad at me?”

Your hand clenched around the mug that contained some obscure liquor the Ewok’s made, it wasn’t the tastiest thing but it certainly had a kick, you took a sip trying to calm the annoyance in your heart. Taking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes and exhaled doing your best to let your frustration go. “Let me ask you, what would you do if it had been me?”

“But it wasn’t you”

You squeezed the mug, “So because it wasn’t me, I have no right to feel anything?”

“That’s not what I said”

“Then what did you mean? I’m asking you to put yourself in my shoes, my friend … my partner or someone I thought loved me, goes to sacrifice himself, and the last thing you said to me was ‘I’m glad you’re my friend.’ Then you walked away. You didn’t turn back, you didn’t falter, you just left. If it had been me, wouldn’t you still be mad at me?”

Luke rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, I probably would be” he felt bad for leaving you standing there, “If there had been another way to save Vader, if it was possible for me to do it any other way, don’t you think I would’ve tried?” He looked over to you, hoping you’d understand his predicament.

A defeated sigh left you, you knew how much saving Vader meant to Luke. It was his father after all, what would you do for your family? 

“I’m sorry. I know, I shouldn’t hold it against you. I know what you went through with Vader, and how much it meant for you to save him, it’s just …” You ran your hand down your face, “It just … you scared me. I thought I’d never see you again.” Tears began to well-up, “Do you know how much I love you?” 

Luke stepped closer to you, resting his hand on your elbow, turning you to face him, “I know how much you care for me; it’s because I had your support I was able to do what I needed” his hand cupped your cheek, “I appreciate you more than you can possibly imagine.”

“Appreciate?” You clarified, as you stepped away from him, “You appreciate me?” You felt a nervousness rising, as your stomach fluttered, you could feel your heart breaking, “You don’t love me, do you?”

Maker how he wished he didn’t have to have this conversation, how he wished thing didn’t have to be this way. 

“I … I'm the last Jedi, and with that comes a responsibility. If things were different, if I wasn’t my father’s child, if …” Luke took in a shaky breath, as he stepped closer to you again, “If I had the freedom to say what is pressing on my heart to say, what you are wanting to hear …” his hand caressed your cheek, “However, I can’t tell you what you want to hear. It’d be unfair and cruel, especially since I’m not able to give you the life you want. It’s my responsibility to train the future generations, to pass on the knowledge I have gained.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, “What are you trying to say?”

His hand dropped to his side, as he took a minute to steady his nerves, he closed his eyes using the force to give him the strength of what he needed to do. He took in a deep breath before looking into your eyes, as resolve settled within his heart. 

“We need to be honest about our future”

“Our future?”

“We’re heading in different directions, love. I can’t …” he cleared his throat, forcing the words to come out, “I'm not able to dedicate myself you. I am a Jedi Knight, like my father before me, my will is the will of the force, and you deserve someone who will focus on you completely”

“I don’t care what you think I deserve, I want you.” He could see how your mind was racing a million miles a minute to keep this from happening, “I can … I can help with training. I can provide support. I … I can’t …” your bottom lip started to tremble, as your eyes welled up, “I can’t walk away from you. I can’t …”

Luke wiped the tears that had slipped down your cheek, “I’m sorry. I wished things were different, but I can’t turn my back on the legacy that has been placed before me.”

You took another step back, you closed your eyes steading your nerves as much as possible, “I understand.” You did your best to fight back the tears, you were sure he could hear your heart breaking, “I know you’ll do an amazing job. I wish you all the best.” 

His eyes opened as the rocks floating around him plummeted to the floor, maker how he regretted walking away from you. The next day you had left without so much as a goodbye, he didn’t blame you, after all it was his fault for making you leave. 

Now, however, all he really wanted, was to see you again, to tell you he did love you. He never stopped loving you. Walking away, was the hardest and most painful thing he had to do. 

He realized his mistake, especially after Grogu decided to go back to his Mandalorian, to have his family.

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A Kenobi

You had spent a while traveling with the Mandolorian and his adopted son. He’d picked you up after a job on Dantooine. He’d stayed with a few days when it was time to leave Grogu made it clear you had to come with. Din was skeptical until he watched you with a blaster. You were lethal yet kind-hearted. If he knew why you were that gifted with a blaster, you weren’t sure if he’d stay around. 

You tried not to think too much about the war, and the part you had played. The friends you let down. The friends who didn’t even try to find you. How he’d never tried to find you. But the past was the past. You couldn’t hold onto it forever, but you also knew it would catch up with you eventually. You just didn’t think it would catch up with you this quickly though. 

You stood behind Din as the dark troopers tried to get to you all. Everyone in the Room aimed their blaster at the doors. Then you saw it. An X-Wing. 

“One X-Wing? Great we’re saved,” said Kara. 

“Incoming craft identify yourself,” said Bo. 

Then you felt it. Felt him. While the bond between you had dimmed over the years, you knew it was him. Grogu seemed to also feel his presence. Then it all made sense Grogu had called him here. You felt goosebumps cast their way down your arm. You gasped softly. Din noticed. The dark troopers paused their assault outside. 

“Why’d they stop?” asked Cara. 

Din looked at you and the kid. He knew you knew something. On the screen, a cloaked figure began to attack the dark troopers with a lightsaber. 

“A Jedi?” gasped Bo Katan. 

Din looked over. Moff Gideon took the distraction as an opportunity to shoot at Bo Katan he then aimed his blaster at Grogu. Din leaped in front of him shielding him with his beskar. 

“Drop it,” threatened Fennec. 

All weapons were trained on Gideon. You reached Grogu brushing your hand over his head. Cara knocked out Gideon with her blaster. Grogu walked over to the screen placed his tiny hand on the screen he glanced briefly at you. Din’s eyes were on both of you. You moved closer to Grogu.

“You called him here––didn’t you?” you said. 

He cooed in response. You sighed grabbing his other little hand. As the cloaked figure took out the last of the dark troopers Grogu looked directly at Din and whined trying to communicate with him. Din seemed to understand as he lifted him up Grogu’s hand slipping out of yours. 

“Open the doors,” said Din. 

“Are you crazy?” asked Fennec

“Do it,” you said. You didn’t miss the slight shake in it. 

Din looked back at you. He wanted to ask what was wrong but this was not the time. He placed Grogu in a chair and hit the button for the doors. You moved closer to Din and sighed out of anxiety. Time to confront your past. 

He walked in through the doors. Hood up with a green lightsaber in his grip. You dreaded him taking that hood off. The glow of his saber reflected off Din’s beskar.  He deactivated his lightsaber and placed it back on his belt. He reached up and tossed the hood back. There he was in all his glory. Luke Skywalker. Grogu peeked out behind the chair. 

“Are you a Jedi?” asked Din. 

“I am,” Luke said. 

His gaze met yours. A frown took over his features. He had changed. The all-black was not a bad look for him, but it was different from how you remembered him. Din glanced between the two of you. You tried to mask your emotions, but they were festering beneath. 

“I didn’t think our paths would ever cross again,” he said. 

“You thought or you hoped,” you said.

“Y/n,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry for what exactly Luke? You left me to die.” 

“I thought you’d come back, Y/n you have to believe that.” 

“I’m sorry,” interrupted Cara, “You two know each other? Wow Y/n, I didn’t think you knew any Jedi.” 

“They don’t know do they?” asked Luke.

“Luke––” you warned.

“Know what? Mesh’la what is he talking about?” asked Din. 

Luke kept his gaze trained on you. You glared in return. Everything was about to come out in the open. 

“You don’t know who she is do you?” 

“She’s Y/n L/n,” said Fennec, “What else do you wanna know?” 

“No. Not L/n––” 

“Luke––stop.” 

“Kenobi. Her name is Y/n Kenobi.” 

Bo Katan gasped. Everyone’s eyes were trained on you. 

“And she’s a Jedi like her father before her.” 

Silence enveloped the room. The only stare you worried about was Din. Your Din. You knew without being able to see his face that the trust that you’d built was now obliterated. Luke looked away from you glancing at Grogu. He held his hand out to him. 

“Come little one,” said Luke. 

Grogu gazed at you and Din. He was asking for permission to leave. 

“He doesn’t want to go with you,” said Din.

“He’s asking for your permission,” said Luke, “he is strong with the force, a talent without training is nothing. I will give my life to protect the child.” 

Luke looked at you at that part a hint of regret passed through his blue eyes. 

“ But he will not be safe til masters his abilities.” 

Din picked Grogu up holding him tenderly, 

“Go on,” he said. Voice soft like velvet. “That’s who you belong with. He’s one of your kind.” 

Din looked at you holding silently communicating to come here. You brushed against cold beskar and grabbed onto one of Grogu’s hands. 

“We’ll see you again,” Din spoke.

“We promise,” you finished. 

Grogu slipped his hand out of yours and brushed it against the bottom of your chin. He reached out again this time to Din. He swept his little hand against the helmet. Din carefully reached up to the helmet––you gasped and turned around refusing to look at him. 

“Alright pal,” his voice unmodulated, “it’s time to go. Don’t be afraid.” 

You turned slightly glancing at the back of Din’s head. A head you had only seen or felt in the dark of the Razor Crest. He set Grogu down and it was clear the kid was sad to go. You then heard familiar beeping––R2. Grogu seemed to recognize him. R2 beeped at the sight of you. You smiled. 

“Hello R2,” you said.

“You could come with us, Y/n. You could come home.” 

You sighed. You knew he’d say that. Knew he’d ask you to go home. Back with him. Back to Han and Leia. And while a part of you missed them you couldn’t forget what he’d done. 

“I am home Luke,” you said stepping back towards Din. 

He sighed. Luke pulled something off of his belt. Your lightsaber. He stepped towards you placing it in your hand. His touch lingered for a moment. 

“I’ll see you again Y/n. I feel it in the force.” 

You said nothing just taking your saber. Luke reached down and lifted Grogu in his arms. He looked at you and Din who now stood right beside you a tear trailing down his cheek.

“May the force be with you.” 

And just like that he and the child were gone. You felt eyes on you. You looked down at the ground. Now to deal with the present. Din interlocked your hands. 

“Mesh’la,” he said. Voice laced with sorrow, “Why––”

“Not here Din. Not here.” 

“Yes, here,” said Bo Katan, “you’re a Kenobi. Your Obi-Wan’s daughter.” 

You turned you gazed at the redhead. Before you met Din you did some digging into your past. Your mother was Satine Kyrze which made Bo your aunt. 

“Who–who is your mother?” Bo asked. 

“I never knew my mother,” you said “but I think you know who she was.”

Bo had removed her helmet. She reached a shaky hand up to her mouth. She maneuvered over to you and hugged you tightly. She let you go glancing at Din, 

“Let’s get out of here.” 

Everyone loaded up on the ship. Bo gave your shoulder a squeeze looking over at Din who had not yet put his helmet back on. You sighed. This wasn’t how you wanted him to find out. Bo walked out of the bay and headed to the flight deck leaving you and Din alone. You sat down on a nearby bench not daring to look at him. Din kneeled in front of you placing a hand on your thigh. 

“Cyar’ka, look at me,” he said. 

You always loved the sound of his voice without the helmet now you feared it. Din sighed placing his gloved hand on your chin guiding you to look at him. This was the first time you’d ever seen his face. And Maker he was beautiful. Deep brown eyes searched your own. They held a warmth to them. His hair was short but slightly wavy. His nose was cute. His mouth held a slight frown to it. He was studying you. 

“Cyar, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked glancing down at your saber. 

“I–I was just afraid.” 

“Afraid of what Cyar?” 

“Afraid you’d hate me.” 

Gloved hands cupped both of your cheeks holding you in  place so you had no other choice but to look at him. His eyes were so sad. 

“Mesh’la I could never hate you. You’re all I have left.” 

Tears streaked down your face. You knew what the next question would be. “Could you have trained him?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why didn’t you?” 

“I haven’t used the force for a few years now.” 

“Because of what happened?” 

You nodded as more alligator tears leaked out. 

“What did happen?”

“It happened on Bespin in Clou–Cloud,” you hiccuped, “City.” 

Din ran a hand through your hair while the other rested on your thigh again. He urged you to continue.

“I–it was Vader,” you shuddered, “he knew our relationship and who I was. He set a trap for Luke and me. He used our friends as bait. Luke fell out of the bottom of the tower. He escaped. But I couldn’t. I was stuck with Vader. I thought he was going to kill me. He took my saber. And placed me under arrest. I spent a few months in prison. I was supposed to be terminated. But an old friend saved me.” 

“Ashoka,” Din said. “Yeah, Ashoka. She hid me somewhere safe. I wanted to go back to the rebellion but Ashoka told me they believed I was a lost cause. Even Luke. So I ran. I ran from my past. I changed my name and never looked back.” 

“Cyar’ka, my sweet girl, I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay it’s not entirely Luke’s fault but it still hurt.” 

Din pulled you into his lap. He kept you as close as possible. His face pressed into your neck inhaling your scent. 

“Cyare, I love you. “I love you more.” 

“We should get married.” 

You looked at him as he gazed right at you. You stroked his face. His beautiful face. “Okay,” you whispered. A smile graced your lips.

“I want to be your Riduur, Mesh’la.” 

“You’ll always have me Din.” 

You curled into his arms. The events of the day catching up with you. You placed your head in the crook of his shoulder slowly nodding off. He was yours. He would always be your home. Even if one member was no longer with you.

[zialltops]

Sunshine

Word count: 80.3K

Chapters: 25/25

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: DinxReader

Soft din djarin | hurt comfort | force sensitive reader | teacher reader | virgin din djarin | din djarin removes the helmet | extremely taylor swift coded

Description: The story of how Din got the girl and the life he's always longed for. (A quiet one)

Or, the cute little teacher AU that spiraled out of control and taught us all about self love.

✨Welcome to Din’s Lover era✨

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[secretyoungartist]

More of Dinluke but as cats!

"Will I see you again?" Luke asked the Mandalorian with sadness in his eyes

"We will." Din said to the short blonde

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I don't know how to draw humans and don't care about teaching or trying to at least know how to draw humans. Animals for life ‼️

[ravenwolfyre]

No, don't waste your time with mandalorian season 3. It's not worth it.

Congrats on being my first anon and thank you!🎉🎊🎂

I haven’t heard much about this season it’s starting to make me wonder why?

Is it because of slow pacing? Too much politics? I’m curious to know what you think. 🤔

[bmodiwrites]

Hi friends! I'm getting my feet wet in the fandom today both with a new fic and a new blog (bmodiwritesdinluke (it's still new so it's not showing up in the tags...)! I'd love if you guys checked out my first dinluke fic & let me know what you think! I'm really excited to start my journey & make new pals in a new fandom. This one's 18+, so minors DNi! Click over to AO3 to read And It's All Alright!

They start with harmless staffs that clank and groan under the pressure of two brilliantly gifted fighters. Mando is quick on his feet and efficient with the armor that covers most of his body. His recklessness is a testament to always having his most fleshy and important bits covered. Luke tucks that knowledge away for when their sabers join the party and the true fun really begins.

For a while, Luke inevitably beats up on the Mandalorian until one day, the staff is knocked out of Luke’s hands and Mando is finally, triumphantly hovering over him.

With his chest still heaving, Luke grins up from his place on the floor. A bubble of laughter escapes when a soft sigh leaves the Mandalorian’s lips – even through the vocoder, Luke hears real pride in the gesture.

“That was amazing. I didn’t even see you coming,” Luke gushes, still heaving out laughs and trying to catch his breath. The next moment, Mando holds out a hand that Luke eagerly accepts. Being lifted to shaky feet is too much for the euphoric feeling Luke’s floating around in and his legs give out. As Mando pulls him up, Luke loses his balance and goes tumbling into an armored chest.

Strong arms wrap around him, holding him tightly against bright beskar. Luke tries not to breath but it’s no use. The desperate desire to look up is too much. Despite knowing eyes won’t be there to catch his own, Luke tilts his head up to stare at the dark line of Mando’s visor. He’s a second away from speaking when that very same helmet comes down to rest against Luke’s forehead, sharp armor against smooth skin.

Luke later finds out that Mando kissed him that day. It takes a few more fumbles into strong arms for the two of them to take the next step. In a post-orgasmic stupor, Luke learns what a keldabe kiss is and its importance amongst the Mandalorian’s.

“Until we’re clan, the gesture is all I’m able to give,” Mando says, a wistfulness to his modulated voice. As if to drive that longing Luke recognizes home, familiar hands come up to frame his face. Luke doesn’t hesitate to tilt his head up; he’s slowly growing used to the cool metal against his skin. The tenderness of it soothes an ache Luke never knew he had. While their carnality is lovely, Luke appreciates the affection more.

Though, that idea is severely tested the day the Mandalorian finally tells him his name. “Call me Din,” he says, sounding both shy and desperately determined. Luke is certain arousal isn’t the reaction his lover is looking for but there’s no time to argue. Moving with the force, Luke is in Din’s lap before their next breath. “Hi, Din,” Luke eventually says, a wide smile on his face

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[secretyoungartist]

HOPY SHIT

Voices of the Dark Ch. 7

Summary: With the Darksaber gone, what could possibly be left for Din, Boba and the people of Mandalore? (sorry I forgot to post the full chapter for months)

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[thisfeelslike-iykyk]

the first snow ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

sw boys x reader (ft. luke skywalker, anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, poe dameron, din djarin) backtrack: “the first snow”, exo inspiration: this song, and the fact that it finally snowed!

luke skywalker

coming from a desert planet, the first time he sees snow is when the rebel alliance goes to hoth to make their base after the battle of yavin 4. (actually, he probably went a bit before officially making echo base, since he was a leader of the alliance and probably had to scout the territory and stuff.) of course, he’s not used to snow, and he’s pretty startled at how cold it makes everything. he grows to appreciate it though; it’s fun to play with and looks pretty. he mostly appreciates hoth because it keeps the rebellion safe from the empire. (for a while at least, lmfao.) his favorite snow activity with you? snow angels, without a question. just so peaceful and intimate. it kind of makes him feel like everything will be okay.

anakin skywalker

same as his son; he’s never seen snow before becoming a padawan. the first time he sees snow, it’s because he goes to a planet for a mission. when he sees that it’s snowing, and it’s cold, he’s actually really excited. he hates everything and anything that reminds him of tatooine, and snow is literally the opposite of sand. so he loves it! after his first encounter, snow becomes like his favorite thing. I don’t believe there’s snow on coruscant, though, so he really treasures his missions to snowy planets. and while his jedi duties have to come first, he loves to spend time outside in the snow with his partner. he will make the biggest snowball you’ve ever seen and lob it at you. snowball fights are fun with him--he’s competitive, but he also loves you. so he either completely demolishes you, or he lets you win.

obi-wan kenobi

he sees snow as a natural phenomenon. not much is known about his home planet, but he spends most of his time as a young adult on corsucant, training. so I’d imagine he’s not that accustomed to snow. when he first sees it, he’s obviously very intrigued, and he’ll probably capture some snowflakes in a jar and try to bring them back to coruscant to study. unfortunately, all the snowflakes have melted by the time he gets back, but he sees it as a win for his research anyway: snow melts! after that initial curiosity, though, he’d grow to see snow as kind of an annoyance. it’s hard to see when it’s snowing heavily, and it’s hard to move around, even if he is a jedi with superhuman agility. on a snowy day, he’d go about his duties like usual, although he’d try to avoid very snowy places. he’d prefer to just stay inside with you, sharing a blanket and some hot chocolate for a nice cozy day in.

poe dameron

bro was like a year old when the alliance went to (and left lol) hoth. he doesn’t mind snow. it’s cool. it does make it harder to fly when it’s snowy, but he isn’t usually flying on a snowy planet anyway. he’s a snow fort kind of guy, although he unfortunately doesn’t have much time to be having fun. after the events of rise of skywalker though, he’s not fighting for his life every day, so that’s when he starts to appreciate snow. he’s the type to stick out his tongue and try to catch a snowflake in his mouth, even though he’s done it before and they literally have no taste. he might even catch a few snowflakes in his hand and try to sprinkle them in your hair before they melt, since you look so ethereal with snowflakes in your hair.

din djarin

kind of similar to obi-wan. I don’t know much about his home planet, but unless I’m wrong, the first scene in the mandalorian is him capturing a bounty on a snowy planet? so he’s definitely seen snow before and knows how to work with it. I feel like he wouldn’t mind it. it definitely makes his silver armor stand out and makes it hard to move and see, but at the same time he can use it to his advantage. he doesn’t play with it though; he’s an efficient guy and doesn’t have time to make snowballs or snowmen. on a snowy day, he’d just go about his business as usual, capturing bounties and flying across the galaxy. however, he does think it’s pretty peaceful and can appreciate the quietness of it. snow’s kind of like him; cold but comforting once you get used to it, stubborn, and pretty darn beautiful.

my first sw fic! it does feel kind of weird calling them “boys” since they’re literally not (calling obi-wan a “boy” is foul honestly), but I’ve done that for percy jackson and harry potter so I might as well be consistent. also just a heads up, but I’ve only watched the nine movies and the first season of the mandalorian, and it was kind of a while ago, so my bad if I got something wrong or missed a detail

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Anakin Skywalker:

Headcannon!

Obi-wan Kenobi:

Nothing yet!

Luke Skywalker:

Nothing yet!

Din Dijarin:

Nothing yet!

Padmé Amadala:

Nothing yet!

Ashoka Tano:

Nothing yet!

Leia Organa:

Nothing yet!

Cara Dune:

Nothing yet!

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Choice - Chapter 3

Summary: Luke has a force vision, causing him to take a step he hadn't expected.

A/N: Hello lovelies,

So funny thing happened as I was editing, wouldn't you know that 7 parter, turned into an 8 parter. LOL.

Anyway, I hope you do enjoy this lovely third chapter.

Love oo

Italics - Force vision

Warnings: Force vision, force use, canon-typical violence, explosions, mentions of death, concern, anxiety, angst, I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.

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Choice - Part 3

“Get out of there!” The smoke and blaster fire surrounding the Mandalorian made it difficult to see him, glimpses of his shiny armour were able to be seen through the fog that had been created. He ducked behind a pillar as he took down several storm troopers.

Someone hid on the other side of the compound, behind a stack of cargo crates. They were ruthless as their blaster bolts found their targets, time and time again. 

As they continued returning fire, the Mandalorian fought hard to gain any ground in order to get to their side, shouting instructions to them over the unending cacophony of noise surrounding the pair. The fighting was becoming relentless, intense, and brutal. 

“You need to move! Get out of there!” The smoke cleared long enough to see the Mandalorian had been shouting at a pregnant woman wielding two blasters. A sight not often seen in a battlefield. 

“I won’t make it!” The woman’s voice carried over the sound of blasters and explosions. She looked behind as something drew her attention, only to see a trooper sneak up on her, she shoved out her hands to push the trooper away, only to see the white armour fly clear across the compound. 

Silence reigned over everyone, as the action drew the attention of every single person there, everyone stopped and stared at the downed trooper. One by one everyone’s eyes focused back on the woman, as everyone drew the same conclusion.

The brief respite ended just as quickly as it began, only to have the fighting intensified, as all the storm troopers focused all of their might on the woman standing in front of them. As much as the Mandalorian tried to reach over to her, he couldn’t, they were cut off from each other as a garrison of storm troopers and mercenaries stood between them. 

The Mandalorian focused on his partner, anxiety and panic rising within him as her exit was cut off for him. No matter how he moved or what action he took, he was unable to provide her the help she needed. “No!” Despite all his desire and motivation to run to her side, he couldn’t get his feet to move. He wanted to be by her side, yet he also knew he needed to protect his son, but that would mean leaving her behind.

She turned to look at him with panic in her eyes, not for herself but rather for her partner, as she focused on the Mandalorian, “Take Grogu and get out of here!”

“I can’t! I can’t leave you!”

“Protect your son!”

“Find me!”

“I always do!”

He issued a threat to the woman, that gave no room for doubt, if she didn’t make it out alive, he would find her and kill her again. The makeshift fog cleared for a brief second, allowing her face to be seen clearer as a smile spread across the pregnant woman’s lips followed by a wink.

Luke’s eyes opened wide as soon as he saw clearly her face, it was you. His heart began to flutter with panic, was this a future premonition or something that had already happened to you? When had you learned to use the force? Had you always been able to? Did you not trust him enough to tell him? There were so many questions, so many things he needed to know.

He didn’t have a moment to lose, he wasn’t going to fail you. Not again. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - 

Luke walked down the street, slowly and carefully, as images from his premonition flashed in his mind. Although, time was of the essence, the last thing he wanted to do was to cause further issues for you. He followed the path you and the Mandalorian had taken during his vision. 

His heart thumped against his rib cage, screaming to jump out. His nerves were getting the best of him, it had been so long since he’d seen you, all he really hoped for, was the opportunity to see your face once again. 

However, it wouldn’t hurt to find out, if you were just travelling with the Mandalorian or if there was something more going on between you? Although, he didn’t really have a right to find out what was happening in your life, he gave up that right the moment he walked away from you. But he did have a right to know, when you started to feel the force? Why hadn’t you told him about it? Was that why you offered to stay and be his assistant? How different would both of your lives have been if he had just agreed to let you stay by his side? Did you want to learn more about the force? Was this something you even were considering? Either way, there was a small glint of hope that began to bloom, a hope that you would stay by his side as he trained you. 

But, even if he did see you, he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d say. Sure, he’d practiced a few things here and there if he ever ran into you again, but this was different. This wouldn’t be an accidental meeting, he was purposefully seeking you out. The pain he caused you all those years ago, was and still is the biggest mistake he ever made, and just because he showed up now, didn’t mean or changed anything. 

As he walked through the street, he heard rumours about a firefight that had gone done. Apparently, the so-called warlord’s compound that once overshadowed the village with terror had now become a memory. 

This whole thing had you written all over it, he couldn’t help smile as he could see you were still doing what you could to help everyone in the galaxy be free of the Empire in any way shape or form. Even if it meant taking on a warlord.

Without even realizing it, his steps had slowed down until he stopped in front of the door you exited hours before. He quickly glanced around to make sure the area was deserted, before he subtly moved his hand, watching as the door slid open in front of him. The room was dark, full of anxiety, yet he could sense a familiar presence within the darkness. A presence that would be all too ready to act, his hand hovered close to his lightsaber as he took a step forward, when a blaster bolt shot out from the darkness towards him.

In a flash, his lightsaber extended, the green light illuminating the area around him, as he directed the bolt away, shifting it to disintegrate in the corner wall far away from any sentient. 

“Luke?” The modulated disembodied voice called out to him.

He stepped forward, the door shutting closed behind him, with a wave of his finger the lights turned on, revealing the Mandalorian standing with the blaster in hand still smoking. 

“Djarin?”

“Luke?”

“Patu” 

Luke’s eyes drifted toward his previous student emerging from behind a potted plant of sort, a smile emerged on his face as he felt the joy Grogu was relishing being in the presence of his guardian and now his former teacher. 

“What are you doing here Luke?” 

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A Kenobi Part 2

It had been a little over two years since Grogu had left with Luke. Two years since Din and the others found out your true identity. Y/n Kenobi. The daughter of a famous Jedi and a Mandolorian dutchess. You never knew your mother, just the stories your father told you growing up before he’d turn away with a defeated look. 

You remember one time, you had to have been about six or seven, you riffled through a box under your father’s bed. You discovered many things a few spare parts, a necklace, and a holopad. Your curiosity grew and you opened it. An image of a woman appeared. She was beautiful. She had short hair that resembled calm ocean waves. She looked regal in a gorgeous gown. She smiled and it met her eyes. You realized you had some of her features–could she be–your mother–

“Little Star, I’ve told you not to go through my things,” said your father. 

He reached the side of the bed you sat by and froze. He gazed sadly at the hologram. Your father approached you lightly hitting the button to turn it off. You placed it back where you found it. Your father wrapped his arms around you lifting you up in the air and plopping you on his bed. Kneeling in front of you he made direct eye contact. 

“Daddy, who was that?” 

“That was an old transmission from your mother.” 

“Oh,” your little voice said, “She’s pretty.” 

Your father chuckled softly, 

“Yes, she was.” 

“Daddy, did the empire take Mommy away?” 

“No, a bad man took her away.” 

That was all you knew of her. He didn’t even tell you her name. You found out who she was a few months prior to meeting Din. Satine Kyrze Dutchess of Mandalore. She ruled with peace and pacifism. And she was murdered by a sith named Darth Maul. 

You sighed pushing the thoughts of the mother you never knew to the back of your mind. Then you felt it. Felt the brush of the force. Something had been calling to you for a couple of weeks now. In that time Din had been gone for a solid week. He’d taken a few odd jobs to get some credits. He’d been more sentimental lately when he left you. You knew he worried about when he was gone. Since Grogu left he’d been more protective. Of course, he had to be, he promised to marry you. 

Currently, you were on Tatooine. The planet where you’d grown up. Where you and Luke Skywalker had met. You of course knew of him growing up. Your father worried about him constantly. Something you didn’t understand until you were older. 

Peli and her team of droids had been working on getting a new ship for Din. She’d somehow gotten her hands on a Nabooian N-1 Starfighter. You knew it was a fast ship, but you knew Din would have issues with it nonetheless, especially since it was a one-seater. You were going to have to stay behind more often. Or maybe you’d follow the force. 

All of a sudden you heard blaster shots. Peli must have been taking care of a pest again. You went out to investigate. 

“Come out come out wherever you are,” Peli said. 

She was investigating behind a box. She looked out at the droids noticing your presence. When suddenly she was dragged down to the ground.

“Oh, it’s got me! It’s chewing!” yelled Peli. 

You moved forward blaster in hand. But before you could shoot at it a blast hit directly. Your head whipped in the direction the blast had come from. Shiny armor met your vision. Din. You dropped your blaster and bolted over to Din. His arms opened wide for you. You ran straight into them. He lifted you off the ground. Leaning his forehead against yours for a kedblade kiss. 

“What an entrance,” said Peli, “ BD you good? Oh, good. Oh, boy.” 

“You alright Peli?” you asked. Breaking apart from you Mandalorian. 

“Fine, fine,” she said, “Look everyone it's Mando!” 

All the droids began leaving, knowing how Din felt about droids. A small giggle escaped you. 

“So, besides Y/n what do I owe the pleasure? I almost thought you were going to leave Y/n here.” 

“I got your message,” he said. 

“Message, what message?” asked Peli.

“You said you found me a replacement for the Razor Crest.”

Peli looked confused for a moment before answering, 

“Yeah, that’s right. That’s what I said. That’s what I do. I’ve been working my butt off. Did you bring the cash?” 

“It’s right here.” He placed them in Peli’s outstretched hand. 

After giving some orders to the droids Peli began leading the way to the ship. Din interlocked your hands squeezing tightly. She led you to shed where she’d been keeping the ship. 

“Ready to have your mind blown?” 

She pulled off the tarp. Revealing the not finished Nabooian Starfighter. 

“Where’s the Razor Crest?” 

“I never said I had a Razor Crest. I said I had a replacement for the Razor Crest.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Din said reaching for your hand again turning out to leave. 

“Hang on a second,” said Peli

“Din, just hear her out,” you whispered. 

“Do you have any idea what this is?” Peli asked. 

She continued to explain that N-1 Starfighter was made personally for the royal guard of Naboo by the Queen. After saying she’d give Din his money back she began to persuade, one of the things Peli did best. You felt that brush again. 

“At least let me put it together before you make up your mind.” 

That’s how you and Din ended up working on the ship together. It took awhile but she was finally done. Din took it for a test drive. Peli looked over at you.

“I guess the only thing I didn’t think about was you when picking out a ship for him.”

“It’s alright. I think I’ll have to go away for a little bit.”

“Why’s that?” 

“Something in the force is calling to me.” 

“The force?”

“Yeah.”

“He won’t take that well.” 

You sighed she was right. Din loved you more than anything and hated leaving you. You were all he had left. You went to pack up some of your things. You heard Peli talking to someone. You ignored it probably some customer. You heard the starfighter land. A sigh escaped you, it was now or never. You emerged from your room just as Peli said, 

“Oh, by the way, an old friend of yours dropped by, said she was looking for you.” 

“A friend of mine?” 

“ We don’t have very many friends,” you said. Your bag was slung over your shoulder. 

“Don’t worry. I told you I didn’t know where you were. Then I locked her out and engaged the hangar secruity system.” 

“She tell you her name?” asked Din.

“Fennec Shand.” 

Peli shrieked out of alarm. Scolding one of her droids she walked out of the hangar. You looked at Fennec who leaped down. 

“By any chance are you two looking for work?” she asked. 

“Could be,” said Din 

“The pay is good.” 

“What’s the bounty. We need muscle and a Jedi would be handy.” 

“Boba Fett.” 

“He would appreciate it.” 

Din looked at the credits then you and tossed them back to Fennec. 

“Tell him it’s on the house.” 

“But first we have to pay a visit to a little friend,” said Din. 

Din looked at you weaving your hands together. You pulled him away from prying ears. This wasn’t going to be easy. Once out of anyone’s earshot Din wrapped his arms around you bringing you in for another kedblade kiss. 

“Din I have to tell you something.” 

“Mesh’la it can wait when we leave.” “That’s the thing, I can’t come with you.”

“What? Cyar’ka if it’s because of Luke––”

“No, there’s something I have to take care of.” 

“What Cyare? 

“Something is calling out to me through the force.” 

“Cyare I don’t want to lose you, you’re all I have left.” 

“I’ll be alright.” 

“Where will you go?” 

“Something or someone on Chandrila.” 

“Cyar’ka I’m coming with you. “No, you help Fett. I have to do this alone. Besides,” you sigh, “I’ll take my saber with me.” 

Din looked aorund and reached his hands up to remove his helmet. Brown eyes met your eyes. Worry swirled in them. He didn’t like the idea of splitting up. He couldn’t protect you that way. He pulled something out of his utility belt. A commlink. 

“You call me if anything, and I mean anything goes wrong.” 

You wrapped your hand around the commlink threading your other hand in his hair,

“Okay.” 

He leaned his forehead against yours. Slowly he leaned forward capturing your lips with his. It was a soft, but needy kiss. You broke the kiss first looking at Din’s closed eyes. 

“I love you Din.” 

“And I, you Mesh’la.” 

“Say hit to Grogu for me.” 

“I will.” 

“Goodbye Din. I’ll come back to you I feel it in the force.” 

“Ret’urcye mhi ner kar’ta” (Goodbye my heart) 

You pulled yourself away and walked out of Peli’s shop. You didn’t turn back, you couldn’t. You’d run right back to him if you did. You found yourself on public transport. Your saber was hidden well in your bag. You looked out the window. A part of you knew where to start. Ossus. You were going to find Luke.