i see both sides like chanel

miriam || 29 || bisexual marvel | star wars | f1

[stealingpotatoes]

luke's absolutely got a habit of leaving out details that literally anyone else would think are really important

(commission info // kofi support!)

[stealingpotatoes]

@dinlukeweek day 6: Hiding Injuries / Luke and Din on a Tatooine mission

slightly different reception on tatooine missions than in the rest of the galaxy

(commission info // tip jar!)

[samecolo]

[farmboychicluke]

Stuntman-turned-actor Din Djarin thinks he's prepared for whatever The Mandalorian Season 3 has to offer. So when he's informed he's going to be performing his first on-screen romance with award-winning actor Luke Skywalker, he may start to panic just a little. Especially because his character, who, until now, has worn his helmet 24/7, is going to be coming out of his beskar-shell so to speak and go helmetless for multiple scenes. Worried he doesn't have what it takes to give the performance required of him, Din turns to his new co-star for advice. Luke is sweet, an excellent teacher and turns out to be an even more amazing friend. So what happens when on-screen romance starts bleeding into their real-life relationship?

the armour you wear by subtlehysteria

[ahhrenata]

LukeSkywalker is no longer available.

[naiad-r]

"Plo, tell me you just meant grandpadawan."

@dinlukeweek Day 1: No Order 66 AU | Rebellion Era

[daughter-of-winterfell]

all the blue in the world

Din x Luke Words: 3,866 AO3: Here

The ponds are the heart of the gardens, running clear and deep, and that’s where he curls up, on a seat teetering near the edge, his knees to his chest, tucked beneath his borrowed padawan robes. He had been in the city for days and still, he could not sleep. ~ While assisting with the new flock of younglings at the Temple and the New Republic's jubilee celebrations, Luke meets a gentle Mandalorian and his force-bright son, and it all clicks into place.

Disclaimer: I am NOT an expert in anything Star Wars - I have seen all of the films and some of the shows and that is it. This fic is an exercise in self-indulgence and relies entirely on vague vibes. It is also my first fic in almost a year, so is being posted in the spirit of 'done is better than perfect.'

There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.

Walt Whitman

~

Coruscant is never dark and it is never quiet - not to Luke. Not like the still dusk on Naboo, while training with his father, or the desert plains of Tatooine he’d escape to when escorting Uncle Owen and Beru back to their old home for a spell. The flickering lights and lifeforms swelling in the force buzz against his scalp, insistent behind his eyes, and he cannot sleep. 

He has been in the city for days and still, he cannot sleep.

Hours ago, after helping put the squirming younglings to bed, Obi-wan had plucked the edge of his robe and evenly said, “Perhaps, Luke, you may find some respite in your mother’s gardens.” 

A breath of warmth, like a candle flame, had blown through the force, accompanying his words. Luke couldn’t resist it and nodded, despite the niggling feeling such coddling usually provoked. With anyone else, Luke may have huffed or muttered, shoving at their shoulder or deploying his planet-famous pout - but not with his Uncle, who had been right, of course.

His mother’s gardens, built during her time as Supreme Chancellor and still reverently maintained by attendants hailing from her home world, unfurl ahead of him, as he takes even but unsteady steps down one of its stoned paths. The burning lights of Coruscant mean that the way is clear, but lanterns still hang above visitors’ heads and pots with flowers that glow pink and blue in the night, flanking the path.

It’s a work of art only his mother could nurture, so far from the streets below. He is grateful for it, beyond reason. Luke’s pulse eases to a smooth trickle and his hands no longer shake as he draws a finger across petals and stalks, tracing their gentle presence in his core.

The ponds are the heart of the gardens, running clear and deep, and that’s where he curls up on a seat, teetering near the edge, his knees to his chest, tucked beneath his borrowed padawan robes.

The surface is still, with no ripples to disturb it, and the sight is a heavy-handed metaphor Luke knows Obi-wan, and so his father too, had intended him to mediate upon. The ever-present restlessness pricking at his skin wouldn’t be released into the force and it was no surprise that his mentors had noticed. 

If he were a member of the Order, as Obi-wan is, their rigid structure would forcefully overcome such a feeling. But the purpose and direction inherent to Temple life was not one best suited to his family, and Luke did not begrudge his parent’s decision to nurture his and Leia’s connection to the force in their own way. But his father’s gentle training and Uncle’s sage written advice could only do so much.

And so the feeling clung to his chest, scaling his ribs, and he couldn’t scrape it away.

The peace and harmony they had found - in the Order, in the sweetness of Luke’s mother and her home - eluded Luke and he lay awake, bristling with a nameless, useless feeling. And when he did dream, it was all out of reach.

Luke stares into the cool blue of the pond, through the motionless surface, to the crystal-lined edges that sink into depths he can’t parse. What can he do? He has no purpose and so no peace, Obi-wan wrote months ago, but how can he find it? Leia always knew she was to follow in their mother’s blazing footsteps. He had never had that certainty, just the force that threatened to engulf him at times.

His connection to it had always been intrinsic, like threads running between his fingers ready to be strung. At the Temple, when he visited at Obi-wan’s side, it had thrummed to such an extent that his head had ached for days after his first guided meditation, trembling and confused and alone. The other younglings were only bored, not overwhelmed. His father had centred his energy, gentled it by the waters of Naboo and honed it to a fine tune, as he had his own power.

But his father had Padme at his side, as well. She steadied him and was his endless, guiding star. Leia’s connection to the force was a tumultuous rush that took on an easier current when Han stood by her side.

And Luke was left with his hands and the bound threads there that almost ached with their vibrancy. He had to keep holding his breath.

But the younglings were a help to him. Guiding their soaring emotions and kissing their bruises tempered his restlessness for a spell, and he could withstand their battering brightness of their untrained force-presence’s better than some of the less-attuned padawans assigned to crèche duty.

Leia had denied any meddling on this occasion. As had his father. But Luke could sense the fingerprints of their concern in the abrupt request from the Council that had come through the previous week - that they urgently needed assistance to provide a sense of normalcy for the younglings through the Republic’s Jubilee celebrations, as many of the Masters and other padawans would be needed elsewhere.

His heart curdles with a mix of desperate gratitude and embarrassment. How he’d whined to his mother that they were coddling him and she only fixed him with an open expression of mild sympathy and said how she looked forward to seeing him, as she’d joined Leia on Coruscant months before.

The gardens are more splendid for her on-world presence - his father says everything always is. Luke rests his chin on his knees and shuts his eyes, allowing all he feels to encompass the full length of the gardens and their potential, from wilted heads to full bloom in the engineered Spring his mother favours. It raises the hairs on his arms, lifting the slight sweat from his neck. A fizzing sensation sparks along his spine, bubbling up to the crown of his head before flowing out of him entirely, returning circular to the garden and himself again.

The feeling is the closest he’s come to any meaningful mediation, that coveted harmony in the force. It’s like when he tinkers and fixes the droids back on Tatooine. His hands rise and fall with it, dipping down in the flowing water.

Even within the even flow of life within the garden and his own steady breathing, Luke feels a tugging at the base of his neck, an impatience at the end of his fingertips. Like he’s waiting for something - like there’s something for him to run towards, though the garden is empty of souls except his.

It’s curiously the same tugging from that morning, when he had been with the newest younglings and the visiting children. They’d swarmed him, as he was delightedly accustomed to, chattering and plucking at his robes and the winding threads of his force-presence, desperate to please. Kneeling among them, Luke tried to spread his attentions evenly, touching their heads, smiling into each of their eyes, nodding along to the garbled accounts of their dreams.

One of the children had dug their claws into his knee quite ferociously to make him look down at them, and Luke knew his round of praises had stuttered to see a smaller, decidedly cuter, form of Grand Master Yoda in front of him, shining so brightly Luke gasped.

The other children had been called away by another and their attention was easily snagged by the suggestion of snacks, but the one at his knee stayed put, leaning closer and sharing, with a clumsy push, an image of Luke’s own sister and a question.

“That is Leia, my sister.”

That must have been answer enough because the child then flopped forwards, his ears perking up, and in his mind, a memory of Luke’s name rang out, again and again. Luke had the impression it was like a puzzle piece for the child, like something clicking into place.

“Did my sister mention me?” Luke murmured, before groaning to himself. As if the child could respond anymore than he was. He had brushed a gentle hand down the child’s back and send waves of calm and contentment to the child, lifting him up to rest properly on his thigh.

In a passing thought, Luke concluded that the child must be a guest of his sister, so perhaps the son of one of the many dignitaries taking up residence on Coruscant for the length of the jubilee at her invitation. 

Brushing it aside, Luke reasoned that whatever his status, it was still always his duty to look after him while in the Temple, and he began to hum and rock the child, in an easy breathing meditative state they could share together. His heart didn’t begin to burn with any fervour at the babbling joy the child insisted on sharing with him, swallowing whole his attention.

Luke hadn’t heard Master Tano sternly saying his full name for several minutes.

When he’d almost stepped through the doors of the crèche to leave by her side, Luke had paused as he knew he was being watched, the buzzing on his skin more of a focused caress than the pinpricks he experienced in more hostile territories. He hadn’t felt caught, not exactly, but pinned all the same.

Held in some way by it.

The feeling had dissipated as swiftly as it came when he’d round the corner, putting some distance between himself and the crèche’s entryway, and the restlessness had taken its place.

It tugs at him again, as he runs his fingers through the pool’s water, rippling the surface.

Looking out onto the gardens, they remain tranquil, the soft glow undisturbed, when a force signature so sparkling with excitement shoves itself into his presence, like a sharp blow to the head, and Luke swivels his head round, shifting onto his knees and its disorientating like it is falling upon him at all sides and he tips sideways, hand scrabbling towards the ledge.

A hand grasps the back of his robes and holds him steady.

“Alright?”

He can’t say anything, no words come to him at all, as Luke stares up at the Mandalorian leaning over him, bearing practically his full weight. The gruff voice, with its softened edges, skitters down his bowed spine in a heated caress and Luke takes balances himself fully and comes face to face with -

“Oh, hello you!”

The child doesn’t hesitate to lurch forwards, closing the small gap between Luke and the Mandalorian, who bent forwards stiffly, with a frisson of nerves, Luke thinks, which is unexpected for a Mandalorian in such a well-crafted set of armour. The child presses that familiar happiness into Luke’s skin, his claws catching onto his cheek. Breathless, Luke returns it as he had earlier, kneeling higher upon the ledge to be more on a level with the child. It’s just as wonderful, seeing the child here as it was in Temple. It is - simple. Effortless.

“I saw you earlier,” the Mandalorian says, as if it is compelled from him in a rushing confession, “Jedi.” His gloved hand releases Luke, leaving him momentarily and foolishly breathless and unsteady.

There’s a question in the word, but Luke cannot sense any malice or grudges so clarifies, “I’m not quite that. I am similar though.”

Rubbing a finger over the child’s ear to elicit a sweet coo, Luke continues, “I help with the children. When I am here.”

The Mandalorian inclines his head, accepting Luke’s explanation and widens his stance, supporting the child in his arms as the baby swings their small arms round in vivid exclamations. He’s tall , Luke notes with warming cheeks, because even while kneeling, he cannot see directly into the other man’s visor. Though he wouldn’t be able to meet his eyes, obscured as they are. 

He doesn’t need to, necessarily, to read the other man; ruffled edges of discomfort linger round him in the force and there’s a warmth underneath, rising from his core like a hearth. Like Luke could rub his forehead against his breastplate and draw it out, into himself like the first breath of a sunrise on Naboo…

Coughing, Luke shakes himself, sweeping a hand down the edge of the stone bench they are leaning over, falling into one another despite the Mandalorian’s uncertainty. 

“Please, join me. It is a nice evening.”

He winces - nice evening? It’s hardly a tempting invitation for a man who is already uncomfortable. The feeling intensifies for a moment, before settling into a steady bout of - shyness, perhaps. It is gently endearing, bringing a smile to Luke’s face as he shuffles up to make room for them both as they round the bench to settle beside him. 

Who would have thought a Mandalorian to be shy? Who’d have thought an-almost Jedi to be so clumsy?

Holding in his sigh, Luke turns once again to the child, who is wriggling and reaching for him, whining and put-out.

“May I?” The strength of the familial bond between the two, a father and son, is undeniable and Luke doesn’t want to unsettle the Mandalorian now he has finally leaned back against the seat and lowered the tense line of his shoulders. The child passes between them and Luke resumes the position they’d taken that morning, the child’s comfortably seated and securely held.

Another impatient prod and Luke can tell the child’s name - Grogu. Luke passes his own back to Grogu’s burst of glee, which soon eases to a sleepier level of contentment, no longer rippling the force with his tangible brightness but a settled hum.

Rocking forwards, Luke lays his palm to the calm surface of the pool, hardly dipping his fingers into the water at all. The Mandalorian is watching him do so. His gaze is a line of pressure along Luke’s knuckles and his knee is touching Luke’s own. It is such a small thing - Luke can’t think of anything else as the buzzing of Coruscant’s constant presence in the force pools around the three of them, slow and soothing.

The lifting of that feeling is a heady dizziness and Luke’s tongue loosens, as the Mandalorian’s hand hovers over the water - ungloved, and calloused and pale. The Mandalorian speaks before he can put it, this , into words.

“I think he misses such places.”

It is melancholy that dims the Mandalorian’s presence then, in a worn shade of blue. He does not face Luke or move from the position he has taken, as still as any predator. That is not the right word for the shape of his forearm, the bend of his neck. As still as a parent, instead, not wishing to wake their child. For Grogu has nestled into Luke’s robes and begun to sleep, puffs of air moving the fabric, his ears laying flat.

“Does Mandalore not have gardens such as these?” Luke asks, unspooling the Mandalorian’s hesitancy, struck by a strange longing for his measured words, metered out like tokens. Coveted as such.

“Not like this.” His hand lowers into the blue yielding surface. “And before…”

After a pause, the Mandalorian murmurs, “It is rare to find such things on ships.”

Eagerly and easily, like an open palm, Luke says, “You are welcome here - these are my mother’s gardens, and as beautiful as the ones on Naboo.”

“Your home?” He must have heard some longing in the name. Luke starts to shake his head, even though, perhaps he should be nodding. Was shaking his head a betrayal of some kind? Both felt as if his skin were stretched too tight over his bones, like his feet weren’t flat upon the ground.

“My mother and father’s home, they live together there as much as possible,” he settles, awkwardly shrugging. “My sister’s home is here, with her husband.”

Unsettled, Luke shifts again, and finds himself still talking, repeating himself, so the silence can’t speak for itself. “I am here for now to supervise the younglings.”

“You must have your hands full.”

“Yes,” Luke laughs softly and helplessly, honestly murmurs, “Yes, I - enjoy them. And miss them, on Naboo.”

The Mandalorian shifts his helmet in an understanding nod, reaching his dry hand across to cup Grogu’s half-buried head, his shoulder nudging Luke’s and staying there.

The breath Luke releases is from the depths of his body and it hardly stirs the air around the three of them, or the pond in front of them. There’s harmony there, unbelievably. Between him, a lost half-Jedi, a gentle Mandalorian, and his child.

Luke rocks Grogu and doesn’t clutch him, or the Mandalorian’s richly thick cloak. Must as he is gripped by the desperation to do just that. The threads of his force do it for him, twining round the pair of them - Obi-wan would raise his eyebrows if he ever saw - and an image of them both fills his mind, by a window above city that is too full of colour to be Coruscant.

“He’s dreaming of Mandalore, and you,” Luke shares, as the Mandalorian rubs the child’s ears, his still-bare hand tracing when Luke’s had touched too.

The Mandalorian’s held breath is loud between them.

“You can know that?”

Luke hums. “He loves you very much.” The depth of affection Grogu so easily parts with wraps around Luke’s throat, gently overcoming him. The Mandalorian sniffs ever-so quietly, brushes his hand on Luke’s knee. Mesmerised, Luke rocks Grogu again, leaning a hairsbreadth closer.

The Mandalorian’s armour is cool, despite the fabric between them, and the man rubs his chest, over his heart. Like he can feel…

He can’t put the spell into words.

The silence unwinds into hours and then the Mandalorian’s hands hesitate and reach out to scoop Grogu into his arms, leaving Luke colder for it.

“We should return to our quarters.”

Swallowing, Luke stands as the Mandalorian does, static in his head and all the words he could say clashing against his teeth. One comes out, a last bid for another minute of their time, not wanting them alone, out of his sight. Grogu is so small, and his father, gentle under the cover of this darkness.

“Who told you? About the gardens.”

“A Jedi from the Temple recommended it,” the Mandalorian says, still speaking low until he started to walk away. “To seek peace.”

In his lonely rooms, Luke had slept soundly after that and woke feeling well rested - a rarity on Coruscant. Yet, when the younglings are gathering for their first session of the day and his comm link chirps, Luke fumbles with it, his hands unexpectedly shaking. It is a short message from Leia and scalds him as he reads it.

One of my guests mentioned the gardens last night and a jedi. I thought I’d felt you there, dreaming then.

It feels like it could have been a dream but the same tugging feeling pulls at that moment, from the corridor outside. Luke can’t catch his breath as he asks to be excused, and steps through the doors.

Grogu waves at the sight of Luke and he smiles in return, stopping at a safe distance from the child and his father. A respectful distance. To be a guest of Leia’s means he must be a dignitary of some sort - one from the Mand’alor’s party. Straightening up, Luke brushes his eyes over them both, as he would for injuries, over their neatened clothes. And so he sees when the Mandalorian’s shoulders lower, just when his own breath comes freely and he smiles.

Is the Mandalorian smiling too?

Maybe not the same grin Luke is sporting like a fool, but a smaller one, with the edges of his lips turning up. He imagines their colour, the shade of them. Blushes at himself, running a hand through his embarrassing curls.

“Grogu was asking for you.”

It is the Mandalorian who comes closer, assured in his posture, ensuring Grogu’s cooing delight.

“You could understand that?” Bold with the empty corridor and the slanting shade of the Mandalorian’s helmet, Luke lets himself take one of Grogu’s curling hands, his finger immediately being gripped with impressive strength.

“I knew what he meant,” the Mandalorian answers, heavy with the shadow of something like fondness.

With Grogu’s squirming, they each end up cradling him in their arms, wrapped up in one another, like it’s unbearably normal, and Luke feels brave enough to say, “I never asked what you would like me to call you.”

It is quite the question, for a Mandalorian. But Luke needs something to hold onto, when the jubilee is finished.

“Din,” he replies simply, as if he would offer up his own neck if Luke asked.

“My name is Luke.” It is not so plain, when he says it between them. Like that alone is enough.

Rolling the other man’s name on his tongue, Luke freezes, leaning back to stare into the other’s man’s visor. His stomach clenches and his flush isn’t so sweet as it sours with embarrassment.

“Oh - Mand’alor, I -”

Already shaking his head, Din takes a hold of one of his elbow’s in a - woefully - gloved hand.

“Don’t do that. You have my name.”

“Din, I feel I should bow, ” Luke stammers, half twisting away despite Grogu’s protests. He can’t believe himself; what will Leia say, or his mother? Worse, Obi-wan? After all he’d been thinking…

“No,” Din states, unyielding, his head dipping to - press against Luke’s forehead, warmer than beskar should be. “It does not matter. And you are a prince too, in a way.”

Luke sputters at the wry words, the teasing chuckle he can sense, and Din moves, trapping Grogu between their chests, blocking out all the Temple’s prickling noise.

“Only on a technicality!”

“So as much as I am then,” Din says stubbornly, and Luke’s a star in his orbit, captured.

“You wear it far better than I could.” He doesn’t disguise the awe in his words, and Din huffs in good-humour, as he’d half-hoped.

Quiet falls upon them - Gorgu still chatters, and Din murmurs to him in Mando’a, but the force is quiet, and when Din asks, “Will you come with me?”, Luke replies, “Yes.”

Yes, to anywhere, to their suite or the far outer-rim.

Only - “Yes, when the younglings are looked after.”

Din’s presence spikes with a heat that makes Luke shiver, and he says, with a low-roughness, “Is that something you enjoy?”

Glancing down at Grogu, who is taking his time plucking at the weave of Luke’s disheveled robes, Luke shields him from the rushing feeling that cascades over him.

“It is a rare privilege, to care for them. But - it’s only for the length of the jubilee.”

Din presses his helmet harder against Luke’s forehead and he wishes it would bruise, somehow, brand him in some way. Instead, nothing so violent happens.

Steadily, achingly softly, Din pulls Luke’s hand away from where Grogu is held between them, and rubs his thumb over the back of his hand.

As Din says under his breath, as if he weren’t wearing the helmet at all, “Mhi ba'juri verde,” the threads of the force settle around them, and there’s harmony, in Luke’s hands. Binding the three of them as one.

[alexaprilgarden]

Stuck with me now

Din Djarin x Luke Skywalker, E, 10k

Din blinks his eyes open, but there’s nobody in the room – until a dark-blonde man emerges from the ground next to his bed, the lost metal cup in hand. A bright smile, deep blue eyes. Fucking dimples on his cheeks.

‘Skywalker,’ Din thinks and blinks in surprise. ‘The Jetii.’ And with that, panic sears through his exhaustion. ‘Where’s the Kid? Where is he?’

Din Djarin is fatally injured on his quest to find Grogu and the Jedi. But someone saves him and nurses him back to life.

I went on a Star Wars / The Mandalorian marathon this summer and subsequently dipped my toes in this fandom. I refuse the accept the life canon has mapped out for Luke Skywalker, and Din Djarin certainly deserves some rest, touch and happiness. Enjoy reading. ♥️

@ennisnovember thank you for everything!

@electricthursday here’s what we’re talking about.

[plum-is-writing6]

A place for three | Dinluke - Parenting AU

one short | words: 5.8k

synopsis: Din Djarin is trying to be the best father he can be, but in doing so, he has let many other parts of his life fall behind as he devotes himself entirely to raising his son, Grogu. Despite having gone on a few dates, Din has never come anywhere close to marriage, even at his age. It takes a great deal of courage for him to finally ask his son’s kindergarten teacher out on a date. (Din Djarin x Luke Skywalker)

— tags: Din falls in love with Luke. Fluff romance. Luke is Grogu’s kindergarten teacher. Din is inexperienced when it comes to romance. Kinda slow burn. Din and Grogu family routine. Din being a dad figure.

Being a parent isn’t easy, especially when you’re a single father, but Din has made great progress in this role over the past year.

He doesn’t know when he first wanted to have a child. The signs started to show subtly when children seemed to be fond of him even though he was a stranger, or more specifically, when his friends of the same age started bringing up the subject of parenthood. Din is not old, but if he doesn’t do it now, then when? Because of that kind of doubt, after a long time of thinking and asking for advice, he discovered his own desire to become a father.

Before taking the first step toward adopting a child, Din prepared himself by studying everything he could through books and lectures about child development. He even started attending therapy twice a week to prepare himself mentally. He was dedicated to making it work, but being a parent isn’t just about the theoretical part.

It had been a long process to adopt his son. Grogu hadn’t even reached one year of age when he joined Din’s family. At first, none of the things Din had learned seemed useful in this new life, but eventually, things started to fall into place. His life changed dramatically. His nights of sleep became scarce, and the dark circles under his eyes were impossible to ignore.

He built a support network, relying on a few close friends, only the ones he trusted the most, and even enrolled Grogu in a small school, where the child spent the afternoons until the end of the day, when Din returned from work.

Everything was under control. Din wakes up at six o’clock, prepares his lunch, packs Grogu’s backpack for the day, gets himself ready for work, and then comes the final step: waking Grogu. They have breakfast together. Din gets him ready for school, checks his backpack to make sure nothing is missing, and takes him there before heading to work himself.

For the past year, his life has revolved entirely around his son. Din tried taking up hobbies like reading and exercising, but the only one that ever stuck was crocheting scarves and winter hats for Grogu, though he has already given that up.

And if you asked Din about romance, he would say he simply hasn’t had time for that sort of thing. He hesitates to develop a strong connection with anyone because he’s afraid of losing focus on his life and responsibilities. Deep down, though, he knows it’s just a cheap excuse to hide the painful truth that he can’t imagine anyone loving him the way he is. It’s not that he has low self-esteem or believes there’s nothing good about him. It’s a hesitation tied more to romance itself, considering Din has never come close to a serious relationship, much less marriage. Still, he can’t help feeling inferior whenever someone his age, or younger, mentions having a partner. It makes him feel like that’s something he should be doing too.

And then his thoughts turn to his son. Would it be better for Grogu to have some kind of mother figure?

Din doesn’t think it would affect him much, especially since Din himself had basically grown up on his own. That is one of the reasons he wants to become the best version of himself, the best father he can possibly be. The father he never had. It’s one of the topics that has come up in therapy more than once, though Din still can’t fully settle it in his mind, even if it does make some sense.

He had already tried going out with a few people before, but for some reason, the moment he mentioned being a single father, the connection always seemed to fade. He doesn’t know when that started sounding like a problem to other people, but he had noticed the pattern repeatedly.

Still, there was something specific that had begun appearing in his thoughts more often than he would like.

Grogu had been attending school for about half a year, and every two months the teachers met with the parents to discuss the students, offer feedback, advice, and make general announcements. Din had never missed a meeting, but he rarely participated actively in the discussions because he was always distracted, trying to focus on two things at once: the announcements, and the person making them.

At first, Din thought there might be something odd about Grogu’s kindergarten teacher that he couldn’t quite place, and that was why the man always caught his attention.

‘I might have seen him somewhere before.’ He had thought that often enough, only to eventually realize that wasn’t the case.

He started questioning his own feelings when, every morning he dropped Grogu off at school, he found himself hoping to catch a glimpse of that teacher. He had even tried starting conversations, simple questions about Grogu’s schedule or school matters, anything at all, just to hear the kindergarten teacher’s voice a little longer.

The teacher’s name is Luke. He says it at the start of every meeting, though Din had long since committed it to memory. He also knows Luke’s surname is Skywalker, maybe because he had searched for it online out of curiosity one night. But the surname was all Din could find. Luke Skywalker seemed to be an extremely private person.

At every meeting Luke organized, Din convinced himself he would speak to him afterward, even if only to ask some silly question Luke had already answered while Din was too distracted to pay attention. And every single time, by the end of the meeting, he had already talked himself out of it. As he drove home, Din spent the entire ride blaming himself for being afraid to speak to his own son’s teacher. A man his age shouldn’t act this way. At least, that’s what he thinks.

He had grown tired of feeling ashamed of himself month after month, and now that the next meeting was already scheduled, Din promised himself he would not go home disappointed again.

His anxiety was something he had been working on in therapy, yet it persisted even when he tried the advice and techniques his therapist had shared. Taking ten deep breaths didn’t help when it came to the thought of asking his son’s teacher out on a date.

The previous month, Din had actually been asked out by a stranger who had apparently seen something worth approaching in the lonely, exhausted-looking man buying his morning coffee before work.

Bo-Katan, a very old friend of his, had even volunteered to take care of Grogu for the evening, since no one else had been available. But the date hadn’t gone well, at least not from Din’s side. His mind had been far too busy with intrusive thoughts, wondering what it would be like if he were on a date with Luke instead.

Situations like that made him feel strange, as if his mind belonged to someone much younger and more inexperienced than he actually was. He felt like a teenager, except he had never experienced the kind of “teenage love” people always talked about. Either that feeling had simply arrived too late for him, or perhaps he had just never recognized it before.

When the day of the meeting finally arrived, Din left home after waiting for Peli, another old friend who was very fond of Grogu, to arrive and watch over his son while he was out.

Grogu was not one of his worries at the moment. He trusted Peli completely. His only real concern was what would happen after the meeting.

He arrived a few minutes late. Some of the parents were already gathered inside the colorful classroom.

His eyes were immediately drawn to Luke, who was already speaking. The other man gave him a brief nod and a quick “Welcome” as Din stepped into the room.

Din stood near the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, suddenly feeling out of place. His thoughts immediately turned inward, painfully aware of the way he was standing, afraid he looked too unapproachable. Because of that, he awkwardly uncrossed his arms. Since when had he become so self-conscious? He tried to pay attention to what Luke was saying, but he had heard all of this before.

“It would be appreciated if you avoid bringing sick children to school, as they might pass illnesses to the others.” And: “If you have any questions or need to share something important, feel free to write it in the children’s school diary.”

The other parents frequently asked questions about their children’s schedules and behavior during school hours. The same repetitive concerns came up every time, but Luke never sounded impatient when answering.His serene tone and naturally calm demeanor made him seem incredibly approachable.

Still, it wasn’t enough to convince Din to stay afterward. He would rather leave and spend the next two months regretting it than risk being rejected. And with that thought, he gave up on his plan entirely.

His mind was already drowning in accusations of cowardice when he turned toward the door.

“Excuse me… Mr. Djarin?”

Oh. He recognized Luke’s voice instantly.

His entire body froze. A sudden shiver ran down his spine, and before he could stop himself, he turned to face the other man approaching him. They were the only ones inside the classroom.

“I was wondering if we might have a conversation, if you have the time, of course.”

Din took a few awkward seconds before replying.

“It’s alright. I’m not in any hurry.”

“Perfect,” Luke said with that polite smile he seemed to offer so effortlessly. “It won’t take much of your time, I promise. I couldn’t help but notice that you rarely ask questions about Grogu during the meetings. Would you perhaps feel more comfortable discussing things privately rather than during these group sessions?”

Luke did his best to sound delicate and natural, but Din felt a pang of guilt. His quietness during the meetings might have made it seem as though he didn’t care about his son’s development. Nothing could have been further from the truth.

“I would feel more comfortable talking in private, yes,” Din admitted, immediately struck by a new insecurity: the fear that he might appear inattentive as a father. “But I trust you, and the way you connect with the children. Grogu is an easygoing kid, and he seems to enjoy coming to school.”

Luke’s smile widened.

“That’s kind of you to say. Grogu does seem very comfortable here, and he has no trouble socializing or following the school routine. But there is something you should know… Grogu is very attached to you. After he realizes you’ve left, it takes him some time to calm down. Though he has been improving slowly.”

Din forced himself to set aside the emotions that immediately threatened to surface. Otherwise, he might embarrass himself by becoming emotional right there in front of Luke.

“I’ve heard that’s common for children his age,” he said carefully. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Perhaps you could send him with a comfort object. Something familiar that helps him feel safe during the transition.”

Din nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll try that. Thank you for the advice.”

“Of course. And if there’s ever anything else, we can always arrange another time to talk privately.”

Luke’s usual warmth somehow gave Din a flicker of courage.

“I actually… have another question. It’s not about Grogu. It’s… something else.” Din swallowed hard under Luke’s attentive gaze. “I wanted to know if you’d be interested in… maybe going out for dinner sometime. Or… anything else you’d like.”

He regretted those last words immediately. He had meant to say a date, but the word had died on his tongue.

Luke let out a soft laugh, sounding surprised, but pleased. It was the exact opposite of the rejection Din had braced himself for.

“Of course,” Luke said, smiling. “Dinner sounds lovely.”

“Great…”

Din offered a weak smile in return, trying for casualness. His lips felt strangely dry. He hadn’t smiled once since entering the room.

“Any place in mind?” Luke asked.

“Actually… no. I haven’t thought that far ahead.”

He felt ridiculous saying it aloud, as if he’d asked on impulse.

“We could exchange numbers and arrange it later.”

And that was exactly what they did.

After getting Luke’s number, Din left the now-empty classroom with a brief goodbye, instantly blaming himself for not saying something more.

Outside, he noticed how badly his hands were trembling. He wondered if Luke had noticed.

The entire drive home was spent taking deep breaths, though even a hundred of them would not have been enough to calm the frantic pounding of his heart.

“Welcome back,” Peli said the moment he stepped inside.

She had never once refused to play the role of babysitter when it came to Grogu.

Din had met her under unusual circumstances, when his car had broken down in the middle of the road and he had realized he had absolutely no idea how to change a tire. Peli had happened to be driving by in her van. She had stopped, helped him without hesitation, and afterward requested what she called “a very humble fee.” Din had paid it and somehow, a friendship had formed.

He closed the front door behind him, pulling off his scarf.

“Hey. Thanks for watching him.”

“No problem. This little one is easy to take care of. He’s already asleep. Besides, I’m off work today.”

Din reached into his jacket pocket and handed her a bill.

“That’s what we agreed on. I added a little extra since it’s your day off.”

“Thank you kindly,” she said, tucking it into her fanny pack. “You can always call me if you need me.”

“Thanks again, Peli.”

He walked her to the door, then hesitated.

“Hey… do you know any good restaurants nearby?”

Peli turned back, eyebrows frowned slightly as she wondered silently.

“Good restaurants? Hm. I know a few, but I don’t eat out much. Any preferences?”

“Not really. I just need a reliable recommendation.”

She gave a thoughtful hum. “I’ll look some up and send them to you later.”

“Sounds good. Goodnight.”

“Night.” She waved and disappeared into the dark.

Din checked on Grogu, who was indeed fast asleep.

His biggest concern now was choosing the right place for his date. He had gone on dates before, but he had always been the one invited.

He knew it was late, but he texted Bo-Katan for recommendations. Her suggestions all seemed too fancy. Peli’s recommendations arrived the next morning, and after some consideration, Din made his choice.

A place nice enough to matter, but casual enough not to feel intimidating.

During his lunch break, he texted Luke with the details.

Ten minutes later, Luke replied: “I’ll be there. See you tomorrow.”

Din stared at the wink emoji Luke sent far longer than necessary. Did that mean anything? He couldn’t stop wondering.

When tomorrow finally arrived, Din woke with equal parts excitement and dread. He had no idea what to expect.

The first thing Din did that morning was text Peli: “I know it’s short notice, but are you free to watch Grogu tonight?”

He hadn’t been nearly as anxious as he had expected while typing it, but his calm disappeared the moment her reply came through. She apologized, explaining that she couldn’t help that evening.

Din immediately moved on to his second option and texted Bo-Katan, though he already knew the answer before she replied. She was an incredibly busy person, and a Saturday night was hardly the best time to ask for a favor. Just as expected, she already had dinner plans and apologized.

Din exhaled slowly and tried to think of another solution.

Before he could come up with one, Grogu started crying from his room, his usual signal that he was awake and ready to start the day. Din pushed his worries aside and fell into his routine, hoping inspiration would strike at some point.

Grogu showered, got dressed, and sat in his high chair for breakfast with his father. He was independent enough to feed himself now, and Din couldn’t even remember when that change had happened. It had all happened too quickly.

Grogu was independent, yes, but also terribly selective with food. Din always tried to offer healthy options to ease the transition from mashed food to solids, but it was common for him to suddenly get hit by a flying piece of food during dinner.

Watching his son pick suspiciously at his breakfast, Din found himself wondering if simply bringing Grogu along might be the best option.

By the time evening approached and the sun had already disappeared, Din still hadn’t thought of any better solution. Bringing Grogu with him hadn’t been the plan, but he trusted no one else enough to leave his son with them, and he couldn’t exactly leave him home alone.

Canceling with only a few hours’ notice felt worse. So this was his only choice.

Din hadn’t expected getting ready to take so long, and before he realized it, he was nearly late to pick Luke up. He still didn’t understand why he had offered to drive. At the time, it had sounded reasonable. Now it just felt a little foolish.

He secured Grogu in his car seat while the child played with the little green winter cap Din had once crocheted for him. Grogu mumbled nonsense to himself, something that vaguely resembled a song he’d made up. He looked perfectly calm. Din tried to absorb some of that same peace as he slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

Din focused on Grogu’s little sounds from the back seat instead of his own racing thoughts.

The drive to Luke’s apartment was short. Luke lived only a few streets away, even closer to the school than Din did. When Din pulled up to the apartment complex, he was already waiting outside.

Din checked on Grogu one last time through the rearview mirror before forcing what he hoped was a natural smile as Luke opened the passenger door.

“Hello,” Luke said as he fastened his seatbelt. “Thanks for picking me up. That was very kind of you.”

“No problem,” Din replied, trying to sound casual. “I live just a few streets away. I’m often in this area.” He hesitated before adding, “And… thank you for accepting the invitation.”

Luke smiled easily. “Oh, of course. How could I say no?”

That smile again. Din wondered, for the hundredth time, if it meant anything. He shook the thought away and started driving.

A small noise from the back seat caught Luke’s attention. He turned slightly, and his smile immediately widened.

“Oh. You brought Grogu.” He shifted in his seat to see the child better. “Hello there, little one. I didn’t realize you were here.”

Din kept his eyes on the road, though he glanced briefly into the rearview mirror to catch sight of Luke smiling at Grogu. A quiet breath escaped him. ‘At least having a son doesn’t seem to bother him.’

“Sorry I didn’t mention it sooner,” Din said. “His babysitter couldn’t make it tonight.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” Luke said warmly, settling back into his seat. “Grogu and I are already friends. If you ever need help watching him, you can count on me.”

“Thanks. Though I imagine you need a break from children once you’re home.”

Luke laughed softly. “That’s fair. It does get exhausting sometimes. But I’m used to it. I’ve been teaching early childhood education for about four years now.”

“Wow.” Din shook his head slightly. “You must really love your job not to have gone insane by now. Looking after kids can drive anyone crazy.”

Luke laughed again, brighter this time. “I won’t deny there are difficult days.” Then, after a pause, he asked, “Is Grogu your only child?”

Din nodded.

“Yeah. It’s been just over a year since we became a family… He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Luke hummed thoughtfully and gave a small nod. The implication settled quickly in his mind. Din had never explicitly said that he had adopted Grogu, but Luke understood. And somehow, that knowledge only made him admire the man more.

“The bond you two have is beautiful,” Luke said. “I noticed that a long time ago.” He glanced back toward Grogu. “Oh, by the way… did you make his hat? It’s adorable.”

A quiet laugh escaped Din. “Yeah. I used to crochet.”

“Really?” Luke sounded genuinely delighted. “Well, that’s a shame if you stopped. You should pick it up again. Did you make the scarves he wears to school too?”

“Them too.”

He was surprised by how easy it was to talk to Luke. He had already known Luke was kind, but this was something beyond that. Din couldn’t remember the last time someone had made him smile this naturally.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Din parked and shut off the engine. For a brief, absurd moment, he wondered if he should hurry around to open Luke’s door for him. The thought was so painfully formal and awkward that he abandoned it immediately and climbed out of the car.

The first thing he did was lift Grogu from his car seat. With his son on one arm, he approached Luke.

Luke was smiling and Din’s thoughts immediately spiraled. ‘Should I compliment him?’

“You… look good,” he managed. He tried to smile naturally, though he was fairly certain his anxiety made it look strained. The truth was, Luke looked beautiful.

“Thank you,” Luke said, his smile softening. “You do too.”

Din felt heat rush to his face. Luke either didn’t notice or graciously chose not to mention it.

Instead, Luke laughed as Grogu suddenly reached up and grabbed a fistful of Din’s hair. Din nearly died of embarrassment. His heart was pounding so hard he thought it might actually kill him. He had no idea whether he was doing well or ruining everything before the date had even properly begun.

Still, when they sat across from one another inside the restaurant, with Grogu secured beside them in his high chair, quietly chewing on his little green hat while observing the room, Din allowed himself a tiny bit of hope. Maybe this was going better than he thought. Who knows?

For a while, Grogu remained suspiciously quiet, absentmindedly chewing on the edge of his hat while glancing around the restaurant. Din was beginning to think they might actually get through dinner without incident.

“You mentioned you’ve worked in childcare for four years now,” Din said, trying to keep the conversation flowing. “Was there any particular reason you chose that field?”

Luke rested one finger against the rim of his glass, idly tracing its edge as he thought.

“I’m not sure how to explain it,” he started “I like the feeling that I’m helping, that I’m teaching something meaningful. Working with children is different from working with adults. With kids, you’re helping shape the way they understand the world while they’re still learning how to make sense of it.”

Din considered that for a moment. “That’s… very admirable.” His eyes drifted briefly toward Grogu, who seemed oddly attentive to their voices. Then he looked back at Luke. “I think I understand what you mean. I feel something similar. That’s one of the reasons I decided to adopt him.”

Luke met his gaze. The smile that spread across his face was warm and sincere, followed by a breath of quiet laughter as he lowered his eyes to his glass again.

“You’re a good dad,” he said softly. “I noticed that a long time ago. The way you’re devoted to him.”

The words struck Din harder than he expected. He couldn’t remember anyone ever saying that to him before and somehow, hearing it from Luke made it more meaningful.

“Thanks,” he said after a moment. “I’m doing my best.” He hesitated, then admitted, “I want to give him the kind of family I never had.”

Luke’s expression shifted slightly to something softer. “I can relate to that. I never knew my parents either,” Luke said. “My aunt and uncle raised me for a while. Later, I went to live with my sister.”

“You live with your sister?”

Luke smiled faintly. “Oh, no. Not anymore. Leia got married years ago and moved in with her husband.”

“It gets lonely, living by yourself.”

The words slipped out before he could stop them, and with them came the memory of his own apartment before Grogu had filled it with life. It felt like remembering another lifetime.

Luke gave a small shrug. “Sometimes. Though after spending all day with children, the quiet can be nice.”

Din laughed softly. “I imagine headaches are a daily issue.”

“You’re not entirely wrong.” Luke laughed too.

Then Din asked, almost before he could think better of it: “Have you ever thought about having a family of your own?”

Luke didn’t quite expect this question. Then his expression turned thoughtful. “I don’t think I ever seriously stopped to consider it,” he admitted. “But now that you mention it…” His eyes shifted to Grogu, then slowly back to Din. His gaze lingered long enough for Din’s pulse to jump. “…maybe someday, yes.”

Before Din could reply, their food arrived. He thanked the waiter and placed Grogu’s plate in front of him, carefully arranged in small pieces. The child immediately grabbed a handful of vegetables with intense concentration.

Luke smiled. “He doesn’t seem to have any trouble with vegetables. Most kids reject broccoli for some reason.”

Din snorted softly.

“I’ve worked hard to get him used to variety. Though don’t let this fool you. There are nights when he throws food across the room like he’s trying to start a war.”

Luke laughed. “He’s never done that at school, at least not in front of me. Maybe he just saves the performance for you.”

“When Grogu is with me, he always ends up rejecting some kind of food. Maybe you’re the miracle here.” Din smiled despite himself. Then, before thinking too hard about it, he added teasingly: “Are you free every evening around seven? I might need your help.”

“I’ll have to check my schedule.” Luke plays along and pretends to think. “But I think I could make an exception for you.”

Then Luke asked, “You mentioned you only live a few streets away. What do you do for work?”

Din shrugged. “Nothing particularly exciting. I’ve been with the same company for a few years. Operations Manager.”

Luke raised his brows. “You say that like it isn’t impressive.”

Din smiled awkwardly. “I studied Business Administration. It pays the bills.”

“That’s still respectable,” Luke said. “You should give yourself more credit.”

Din looked down, suddenly embarrassed by the sincerity in Luke’s tone. “Thanks.” He took a slow breath. “I’m grateful for the job. But working with people can be exhausting.”

Luke’s smile softened. “No one said it was easy. He then added, more gently: “If you ever need someone to talk to, you can always come to me. I’m not a therapist, but sometimes it helps just to have someone willing to listen.”

Din was quiet for a moment. The offer felt somehow intimate. He had friends, yes, but he rarely opened up to anyone besides his therapist, and even then he often held things back. Something about Luke made honesty feel less frightening.

“Thank you.” Then, before he could stop himself, he added: “You’re kinder than I expected.”

Luke lifted a brow, amused. “Oh? So you expected me to be unkind?”

Din froze and felt a heat immediately climbing his face. He just hopes it is not noticeable.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Luke was smiling, clearly entertained rather than offended. Din let out an awkward laugh and tried to play it cool.

“I mean… I already knew you were kind. I’ve seen that plenty of times.” He swallowed dryly. “But getting to know you properly made me realize you’ve exceeded my expectations.” He then quickly added: “Which were already good.”

Luke laughed softly. “That’s very nice to hear… And I’m glad you invited me out. I’ve discovered a new side of you too.” A short pause. “One I happen to like quite a lot.”

Din looked down immediately, incapable of holding eye contact. He had never thought of himself as shy before tonight. Yet here he was, unable to look into Luke’s eyes for more than a few seconds without feeling his face burn.

“I doubt I make a very good first impression,” he admitted, trying for humor.

“You’ve never gone unnoticed by me.” Luke replied. “It was a surprise realizing you’d noticed me too. Enough to ask me out.”

“Honestly? I’ve been trying to work up the courage for months.” He laughed weakly at his own stupidity. “I thought you’d reject me the second you found out I have a child. People usually get hesitant after that.”

Luke’s expression softened immediately. “That sounds rough. “But it’s not a problem for me.” He continued after a short pause, “Actually… it’s very far from being one. Nothing that would stop me from…”

He faltered, suddenly aware of what he was about to admit but it was too late to take it back.

“…getting involved.”

Din’s breath caught and not just because Luke sounded sympathetic. But because he sounded interested and that realization sent Din’s thoughts into complete disarray.

He had spent this entire evening quietly measuring every glance, every smile, every word, trying to calculate whether this was going well. And now, somehow, impossibly, it seemed like it actually was. If Luke liked him even half as much as Din liked him, then maybe this was real. Maybe this wasn’t just wishful thinking.

They were interrupted by Grogu’s sudden disapproval mumble. Looks like he just tasted something he didn’t like. The child have been behaving too well to be true and Din haven’t been worried about him, since Grogu was calmy eating on his own. Din already knows what’s the issue: it’s getting late and his son is getting tired and it’s expected for him to make a fuss at any moment.

“What’s wrong, Grogu?” asked Din as he grabbed his son’s hat, which he had dropped on the floor on purpose during his act. He put it inside his jacket pocket. “You’re getting sleepy, is that it?”

“Didn’t he take any naps today?” Luke took a napkin and started cleaning the child’s mouth.

“He did, but not for long enough…” Din stood up from his seat and took Grogu in his arms as he started crying. He tried to calm him down, but with no success. The child’s cries were loud enough to draw attention. “Sorry about this, but do you mind taking him outside to calm him down? I’ll pay the bill and join you both soon.”

“Of course, I don’t mind at all,” said the other man as he took Grogu from Din’s arms. “But I would rather pay my part. There’s no need for you to pay for me.”

“We can settle that later, don’t worry.”

With a smile and a nod, Luke took the still-crying child outside, back to the parking lot. Din joined them not long after and was surprised to see how quickly Luke had managed to calm Grogu down.

“That was faster than I expected.”

“Once you’re back home, just put him to sleep and everything will be solved,” Luke replied with a small smile.

“Thanks for your help, really.”

Din had thanked him too many times today. He didn’t want to make Luke feel obligated to help him with his son, but somehow Luke had ended up helping more than he even should. Din couldn’t help feeling a little guilty, though he couldn’t quite figure out why.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind helping at all.” Luke’s reply made it sound like he had somehow read Din’s thoughts. He then added: “Oh, and about the bill…”

“Don’t worry about it. I paid your part. It’s only fair, especially since I’m the one who accepted your invitation.”

“That’s not exactly a rule. Well… thank you, Din.”

“I can take you back home. It’s getting late.”

And that’s what he did.

“Oh, so you don’t drive?”

“No, not at all.” Luke was watching the dark street ahead as Din drove him back home. “I don’t really know why I never tried getting my license. Now I feel like I’m too old to start.”

“That’s not true. If you want to give it a chance, then you should.” Din paused before adding, “I could help you, if you’d like. I could teach you a few things.”

“Really?” Luke turned to him with clear surprise. “That would be great. I might just take some lessons with you, then.”

Din let out a weak laugh. “Then it’s settled. In return, maybe you could teach me your trick for getting Grogu to fall asleep so peacefully and so quickly.”

“I don’t usually share my secret techniques, but I could reconsider.” The other man played along. “Oh, crochet lessons would also be nice, if you’re willing. That could be our next date.”

Next date? Din had to stop his smile from growing too obvious.

It was almost funny, the similarities between them. He was glad Luke also seemed to prefer calm and casual dates over parties or nightclubs. Din hated those.

“I would love that.”

It was a shame how short the drive was before they arrived back in front of Luke’s apartment. The date had come to an end, but of course Din would spend the rest of the week thinking about it, replaying every moment in his mind and building expectations for the next one.

“It was all very pleasant. I hope to see you again soon, not only at school meetings. I’ll be looking forward to going out with you again,” Luke said as the car stopped.

“Of course… let’s arrange another day to meet up. Have a good night…”

Din ran out of words. What exactly was he supposed to say in a moment like this? But he didn’t need to say anything at all.

“You too.” Luke leaned in just enough to place a quick but gentle kiss on his cheek. “See you.”

Then he opened the door and stepped out without saying anything else.

Din felt like an idiot for becoming so emotional over a gesture that most people would probably consider small. A kiss on the cheek shouldn’t be that significant. He assumed people his age shouldn’t get embarrassed over something so little, but for him, it was still new.

It felt like experiencing the kind of teenage love he had never gotten to have. It almost seemed silly, but to him, it was already more than enough to make him realize that he was truly in love. He couldn’t wait to see him again.

If you’ve read this far, thank you soo much! One little reminder for those who haven’t visited my account yet: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

If you enjoy this ship as much as I do, I invite you to come check my account. I’ve been writing a DinLuke fanfiction called “Whenever you go”, so if you’re interested, feel free to pass by! :)

— I found all the pictures I used for the banner on Pinterest. The coffe picture belongs to @ ordinary_busan on instagram. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find the owner of the drawing one. The man in the banner picture is Pedro Pascal, cuz when I think of Din without his helmet, his face always comes to mind (for obvious reasons)

I still haven’t found who was the user who originally came up with the idea of this AU. If you find out, please tell me. Thanks!

[ezzuhme]

cold mornings with the boys

inspired by georgiasworlddd

[stealingpotatoes]

tfw you find out your peaceful jedi boyfriend uses slurs

(commission info // tip jar!)

[ezzuhme]

dinluke doodles

[stealingpotatoes]

it'd been wayyy too long since i last drew dinluke so here's a dinluke

(commission info // tip jar!)

[catchymemes]

[fairycosmos]

lonely people are like nooooo i love the silence i love being by myself and then you ask them how their day has been and they tear up a bit

[bettyrightnow]

anxiety is so weird like why is my mental illness in my stomach

[selfcare-journey]

Remember you are a human first. Before you’re an employee, a student, a cook, an artist, you’re a human being who deserves love, compassion, and understanding.