#dinluke fluff

A surprise (not really) to be sure, but a welcome one

There is a saucy precursor to this one (the night before, after Grogu had gone to sleep, and before he clambered into their bed the next morning to beg for eggs), just don't know how evil Tvmb1r will be about my posting it

Din: No, those are all Grogu’s

So..I downloaded sketchbook to my phone (thankfully I already own an art stylus, No more finger art unless it's in Google notes and I'm feeling silly goofy)

Luke: Let me go, there's something we need

Din: Will you come back?

Luke: Yes

Din: For sure?

Luke: I will

Din: *kisses Luke's neck and eases his grip barely enough for Luke to sneak out*

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Luke: *Force-heals Din*

Din (longingly): I though you’d make me soup and tea and build me a blanket fort and stroke my head until I fall asleep

Luke: I can do that any time if you like

Din: No. I can only receive that kind of care when I’m sick. This is the Way.

Din: Three times

The Armorer: Why?

Din: To save the Foundling, to say goodbye to the Foundling, and to kiss the Foundling’s teacher

The Armorer: And how many times do you still want to remove it?

Din (counts in his head): [I could still live about 60 years, and I want to kiss Luke on average 10 times per day, except 20 times on Sundays, which makes 60*365*10 + 60*52*10 = 250 200, which rounds up to 300 000, plus a few face-to-face cuddles with him and Grogu every day, but those can be grouped together with the kisses and don't need a separate helmet removal]

Din: 300 000 times

Din: *sweeps Grogu into his arms* Can you heal him with the magic hand thing?

Luke: I could, but that’s no fun

Luke: *opens a first aid kit full of bacta patches in all the colours of the rainbow and with pictures of all the galaxy’s most popular cartoon characters*

Luke: Which one do you want, kid?

“We still celebrated your birthdays, and sometimes we’d make guesses about where in the galaxy you’d be, what you’d be doing and if you’d be happy. What’s happened to you, little womp rat?”

He cleared his throat and did his best to find somewhere to start without choking on his words. “Well, Mandalorian life is… Let's say it’s not the easiest. But I’m happy now. I have a family. Husband and a 55-year-old kid.”

“55 years?”

“It’s a bit complicated. But he’s wonderful. They both are. I’d like you to meet them. Actually, they’re here, at the playground.”

“I can believe that. I remember the time when we could barely get you out of that playground.” She smiled and looked younger again, almost like Din remembered her, even after forgetting many of her exact features over the years.

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