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chronic multi shipper, but in a loving [citation needed] monogamous relationship with star wars.

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currently working on a modern uni omegaverse au with ⊹ ࣪ ˖ obikin and bodecal ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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because we're all here for a respite from the cartoonish tornado of real life:

pairing: din djarin/luke skywalker

rating: E

word count: 16.2k

summary:

Din was supposed to be on this dustball of a planet to pick up a new bounty. He didn’t expect to save a desert rat from mean streets and a meaner right hook.

Luke was supposed to grab a quick drink after running errands at Tosche station, maybe even head to the Cantina to see if he could wrangle a free drink from some unsuspecting mudscuffer. He didn’t expect to become wrapped up in intergalactic drama that, truly, has nothing to do with him.

Or so he thought.

A mystery, a political intrigue, a secret lineage, and a forgotten history. Din is begrudgingly sent to investigate signs of Mandalorians on Tatooine, but little does he know that one wild porg chase would result in finding some of the last true Mandalorians.

What does this kid have to do with it? What does Din have to do with it?

And honestly… Why in sith hells is it always him?

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