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First they gifted Luke a cape. Deep royal blue, a softer interior and thick enough to double as a blanket if needed. The collar was made of white wampa fur - (which had been promptly removed when Luke told them with tears in his eyes how horrible he felt for hurting the wampa) for his victory against the beast. It had seemed like an excellent choice at the time, for the two Mandalorians stumbling their way through courtship.
Even with the tears in his eyes, Luke tried to thank the men. But they had already snatched the cape from him and promised to have their error fixed. They left Luke so confused that Han called Boba the next day to complain about them leaving the Jedi in a state.
A week later the white trim was replaced with a soft, black wool that had been sourced ethically; sheared off Naboonian sheep. Instead of a tribute to the success of battle, it became a tribute to heritage and peace.
The thanks this time came in the form of a hug for each of them that picked them up off the ground and spun them, armor and all. Boba looked less surprised than Din did at the ease the Jedi was able to pick them up. They ended the night with ice cream and a soft promise of another date. Both Mandalorians looked shocked that the night had counted as a date to begin with.
Which only encouraged them even further, counting the first gift as a victory, even after the initial blunder.
Their second gift came a few months later, after some battles fought together and a lot of learning both ways. They had watched Luke take on common criminals and Sith alike, and had saved his life once when a date to one of the core worlds became a race against the clock when a Sith had managed to destroy Luke’s saber and chase him through the streets.
After that, the second gift had been obvious. A beskar wrap for Luke’s lightsaber, carefully crafted by masters to fit precisely without cutting airflow or limiting Force connection. It would prevent any others from cutting his lightsaber in half.
After Luke rambled for hours about how amazing of a gift it was, after sparring matches with both of them to test the new size and weight, Luke thanked them a thousand times over. Boba took off his helmet and received a kiss; Din was stripped of his armor and received much more than that.
Boba and Din returned to Mandalore grinning ear to ear, and cancelled all their meetings the next day to enjoy time together as a sign of success. Somewhere along the way, Din and Boba muttered their intents and promises between panting breaths and sticky messes.
They talked and fantasized about life with the three of them together, taking on the galaxy one battle at a time. Luke fit in with them perfectly, they were sure of it by now.
Then, weeks later, Luke made a trip to Mandalore unannounced.
At first they spent the free time curled up together, holding one another as best they could. Luke got his time with each of them, and time all together. Dates, sparring, time in bed - they all knew they fit together. Especially with Luke wearing his cape, perched next to one of them - which one depended on the day - on the thrones, a perfect picture of power.
It wasn’t until the court armorer asked Luke if he wished to have any courtship gifts crafted that he had to ask Din the significance. Din, sheepishly, explained the gifts they had given Luke. Along with the cape and saber wrap, all of the small gifts as well.
Smile wider than the whole system, Luke immediately was filled with ideas. He enlisted Din’s help to get measurements of Boba’s leg prosthetic, which needed to be replaced badly. He had been given a rough prosthetic after the Tuskens had taken him in post-sarlacc, and only modified it once to meet his needs of the time. But Mandalore was a much different world than Tatooine had been. Besides, Luke wasn’t exactly hurting for credits and the beskar mining had been plentiful. Boba deserved a prosthetic worthy of a king.
Later, he enlisted Boba’s help to secretly replace their bed with a larger one. They had said two fit fine, but adding Luke, even though he was much smaller than them, had made it a tight fit. Now they would be able to stretch out. The gift didn’t stop at the bed, becoming a whole new setup for the room that Luke and Boba worked on together. Painting, furnishing, outfitting it to serve them all comfortably.
It was almost painfully obvious that Luke would be moving in with them more permanently. The thought made a smile bubble to Boba’s face and get stuck there for the remainder of the day, or at least until Luke kissed it off of him and they broke in the new bed together.
A few days later, Din returned from his political trip to the newly redone room, and the same night Luke gifted Boba his new beskar prosthetic. The next gift became a new bed frame, courtesy of Boba, who had severely underestimated what the Force could do when Luke was denied an orgasm for far too long. They all spent an extra day laying around after the long night.
*
The first proposal was on a battlefield on an outer core planet, where Luke had asked them to help with some New Republic business. Turns out they were taking down a rather large holdout of Imps. Luke spent half the day cursing about them and their insistence, the other half thanking Din and Boba for coming on such short notice. Truthfully, the whole infiltration had been going pretty normal until Boba got hit hard enough to be knocked off his feet.
Din swooped in with the Darksaber in one hand and whistling birds in the other, intent to defend Boba with even his last breath if it came down to it. Across the battlefield, dizzy from blood loss and head clouding with a concussion, Boba loudly asked for Din’s hand in marriage.
Luke stumbled, his face growing as bright as the twin suns he’d been raised against. He was grinning from ear to ear as soon as he heard Boba ask, because it was a step forward for all of them. They had spent over a year getting to this point.
Evidently, all it took for a proposal was a semi-serious concussion.
One which Din had laughed off on the battlefield, waiting until Boba was healed to ask him if he had been serious about. He was. Din finally accepted, which sent them all into a flurry of preparation for a true Mandalorian wedding.
A grand feast, sparring, a night of celebration and fun - all done the Mandalorian way. Luke found himself enthralled by the festivities, and crying on Han’s shoulder about how sweet it all was after he’d had a few more drinks than he should have. Han and Leia just laughed before whisking him away to sleep the night off in a spare room.
Though Din and Boba had asked, Luke had insisted they have their time together alone after the wedding. They had been disgruntled at the thought, but eventually conceded and agreed.
Luke’s wedding gift to them was officially moving into their home while they were off for a short honeymoon.
**
The second proposal came on the eve of their second year anniversary as a trio.
Boba had been rather spontaneous with his own, but Din was careful and planned. He first went to a Senate meeting, himself, in order to stop and catch up with Leia. At the same time he asked for her blessing. She had nearly laughed him out of the cantina they were in before exclaiming that she would be a fool not to give them her blessing. They parted with a tight hug and dramatic plans.
When Din explained the plan to Boba later on, he was met with approval, but the - affectionate - call of being a romantic sap. They had been working on the new Jedi temple and school on Mandalore for a few months, and the unveiling was coming soon. And, while the plan was certainly cheesy, it fit him and Luke.
During the unveiling, while they gave speeches about the Mandalorian-Jedi peace and coalition, Din spoke about how much of an inspiration Luke was. How much he cared for him, and how he was the reason that the Mandalorians and Jedi are able to forge a future peace. At the end of the speech, Luke’s cheeks were pink and his smile so large that Din was glad there were pictures being taken.
Finally, he ended it by stating that Luke’s passion and drive were the main reasons he wanted to ask for his hand in marriage. Which, at first, the mention went right over Luke’s head. It was Boba who had to lean over and whisper something to Luke, make his face turn every possible shade of red, before he looked at Din and managed a sound of question.
In response, from under the podium, Din produced a custom made half-vambrace with a mudhorn signet on it. He asked if Luke would be willing to make the coalition permanent. And Luke, ever the equal romantic, said yes with tears in his eyes.
Their ceremony was more subdued, held just a short few weeks later in the new temple itself. They combined elements of Jedi and Mandalorian weddings, having a private ceremony with only those close to them in attendance, so that Din could be unarmored the whole time.
Boba followed the same suit as Luke had, and ended up spending the next week catching up on events on Tatooine with Fennec and Vanth, letting Din and Luke enjoy a few nights alone together. When he returned, they went off world to mix a diplomatic mission with true honeymoon plans. In their absence, Boba prepared his wedding gift for them.
A throne that matched the other two for the second Crown Prince of Mandalore.
***
The time between the first and second proposal had been long. But the third came rather quickly. The third and final was orchestrated by Luke, who often made big plans just as Din did, but also fell to spontaneity like Boba.
Their relationship had, by far, been the most relaxed over their time together. They did not spend as much time alone, but neither minded. After getting over their common past, learning to laugh with each other, and eventually falling into love, they didn’t need it solidified in any other way. They didn’t need to be on each other’s arms for galas or fighting back to back.
All Boba and Luke needed was each other. The teasing, the sparring, the careful consideration and non-verbal declarations of love. They were not as much strangers to touch as Din had been, and conquered cuddling like a sport. Among other things.
Luke had tried to plan plenty of times to ask Boba to marry him, but none of them ended up quite right. It had only been two months since he and Din got married that he finally sat down and had the gesture planned. Something cheesy, like the holomovies he and Boba loved watching so much. A pleasant evening together, then asking for his hand over candlelit dinner.
But they got caught up in the moment and each other somewhere along the way. A quick shower turned into a long soak in the tub. Changing into dress clothes turned into working a massage through Boba’s scarred muscles. Dinner reservations turned into soft, lazy kisses under the covers. There, in the warmth of the bed they shared, Luke asked Boba to marry him.
And there, in the warmth of each other’s arms, they said the Mandalorian wedding vows together.
Two weeks later, after all had gone public and Din had presented his Crowned Princes to Mandalore and the galaxy at large, a final gift was given to them. From the Mandalorians and Jedi, a set of three crowns.
Three beskar crowns adorned with kyber.