Star Wars Oneshots

Cookies in the dead of night (MD)

TW: vomiting and binge-eating (sort of)

Din was bored, so with new ingredients he'd bought on Nevarro, he decided to recreate the same cookies that Grogu had barfed up after his eventful day at school.

Maybe it was a bad idea, considering Grogu's inexperienced stomach. But Din got to work anyways, whipping up the batter which was an alarming shade of blue and piping it onto baking sheets. He popped them in the oven and sat back in the pilot's chair, watching the blue swirling tunnel of hyperspace. Din felt himself lulled into sleepiness, and he forced himself to stay awake until the oven timer beeped and he took the sheet out of the oven, leaving the perfectly puffed teal cookies on the counter to cool.

It was late enough on Din's biological clock that he decided he'd pipe the filling into the cookies in the morning. He yawned, stretched, and took Grogu into the cockpit to get him to fall asleep.

Unfortunately, the beautiful swirling of hyperspace put Din to sleep before Grogu did.

All was dark inside the Razor Crest. Grogu, in the copilot's chair next to Din, checked to make sure his dad was asleep, then slid to the floor and toddled into the small dining area.

Fresh cookies, the turquoise kind that Grogu loved, were spread out onto the counter. Grogu was hungry, so it probably wasn't a big deal if he ate some, right?

Grogu closed his eyes and felt through the air, using the Force to lift some cookies off the counter and onto the floor.

He must have been more tired than he'd thought, because a huge cascade of cookies drifted down towards them. Nervous, as that was a lot of cookies and it would be very obvious who'd eaten them, Grogu tried to put them back on the counter. But, as it turned out, it was much harder to put cookies back than it was to take them. 

Grogu was faced then with a tough decision. Leave all the cookies and pretend they'd fallen in turbulence; eat some of them, and be caught; or eat all of them, and possibly throw up but hopefully not get caught.

Grogu chose the latter.

He tried to savor the delicious, chewy softness of the cookies, but they were too good. He soon found himself shoveling cookies into his mouth as fast as his knobbly little fingers could pick them up.

The cookies were so good, but they were crumbly and got all over Grogu's toga. It was quickly turning teal, which was a color Grogu liked but that clashed horribly with his green skin.

Grogu's stomach grumbled uncomfortably, protesting at how full it was. The toga was tight against his stomach, and Grogu knew in the back of his mind that he should stop soon.

Unfortunately, Grogu had learned to be stubborn from Master Yoda, and so he continued eating.

Eventually, he began losing consciousness, his mind filled with visions of supernovas, nebulas, and teal cookies.

When Din woke up to find Grogu's chair empty, he ran into the kitchen to find the little green child turned almost all turquoise, passed out in a pile of teal cookies and snoring gently.

Din, horrified and nervous as to the state of his son's health, picked Grogu up and bounced his still-sleeping body on his hip.

This, as it turned out, was a very bad idea.

All the jostling woke Grogu up and also upset his stomach enough that the instant his eyes opened, his mouth opened as well and he projectile-vomited against the walls of the kitchen and all over Din's armor.

"You," Din said, rubbing Grogu's brow affectionately, "are a clever little rascal."