#dinluke au

[swedenis-h]

ITS DINLUKE WEEK!!1!

This an old au idea I had with my friend keylime about Luke and Leia going to ✨political parties✨ to gain allies for the New Republic! Of course dinluke shenanigans occur, we can’t have politics and daddy issues the WHOLE time 🙄✋

June 11th prompt: The Senate Deals with DinLuke Shenanigans (@dinlukeweek)

[pridoo]

@dinlukeweek and Western AU. Real cowboys ride cowboys 😘 also made a song to this one.

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Din/Luke Pacific Rim AU pt.5

Even tho this is a continuation of an AU it was also my gift for the @stardads DinLuke Secret Santa! I was so hype to get Pacific rim AU for a prompt!! Hope yall had a good holiday season and enjoy this update!

Little excerpt from the wip under the cut.

Din stepped out of the helicopter to sheets of rain pouring down on him. He raised a hand to try and block the water from his eyes to little success. He watched as Ahsoka jogged down the landing pad towards two figures and thought it was best to follow suit. 

Before he could get a good look at anyone an umbrella was shoved into his hand, which solved the rain problem at least. That found him face to face with two figures, one he recognized and one he didn’t. 

“This is Marshal Skywalker, though I’m sure you already know that,” Ahsoka said. Din took the Marshal’s proffered hand and shook it quickly. 

“Hello sir, it’s been a while,” Din stumbled out. Skywalker was just as intimidating as he remembered. Tall, burn scars on his neck, and intense eyes that spoke of years of experience in the k-war. 

“Glad you could join us. You’re a hard man to find Djarin.” 

“That was the point,” Din blurted out before he could think better. The only thing that seemed to save him was Ahsoka’s small chuckle at the comment.

“Mr. Djarin, this is Luke, he’s in charge of the Mark Three restoration program.” The other figure stepped forward from his place behind the Marshal. Din recognized him from the news coverage Grogu made him watch, but he was much different in person. On TV he was easy, almost cocky smiles and casual postures. Here, he was stern, with a military stiffness to his shoulders. He stared up at Din with bright blue eyes, not unlike the color of Kaiju Blue. 

Din found himself intrigued by the pilot, the difference between him on the TV and now. It wasn't just his demeanor either, sure he looked charming in interviews, but even with his hard stare, and his blonde hair matted down by the humidity, he was striking. He looked almost too soft to be a pilot, the only thing betraying his profession was the small scar on his upper lip. He was also young, couldn't be much older than 21 if Din had to guess. He certainly hadn't been a pilot back when Din had been, which also betrayed his age beyond his looks. 

“He personally handpicked the list of your potential co-pilots,” Marshal Skywalker continued. 

“Wait, I thought you were a pilot. Why are you doing restoration?” Din asked. The glare that earned him from Luke was chilling. He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by the Marshal. 

“With Red Five destroyed and his co-pilot out of commission, Ranger Skywalker has been reassigned.” At that, Luke’s glare shifted towards the Marshal but it was carefully ignored. 

“How about we go inside before we discuss anything further,” Ahsoka suggested. No one could really argue with that, so they all headed through the thick metal doors into the Shatterdome. 

As they entered, Luke grabbed Din’s umbrella and placed it in a bucket near the door. With a lurch the large elevator they had stepped into began its descent. 

“Ranger Skywalker?” Din said, gaining Luke’s attention. “You’re related to the Marshal?” 

“He’s my father,” Luke answered. His voice was tight, a slight furrow to his brow left over from whatever had slighted him before. Din wasn’t too surprised, most pilots were proud. If Luke had been grounded due to his Jaeger being out of commission he probably took that as a slight against his abilities. 

“I heard Red Five was out of commission last month,” Grogu had been inconsolable after hearing about the destruction of his favorite Jaeger. “I didn’t know it was piloted by the Marshal’s son.”

“We try to keep it out of the media,” Luke explained. “Not really a secret, but there’s no reason to advertise it either. Makes both our jobs easier.” Din caught the pained expression on the Marshal’s face from the corner of his eye. But as soon as it was there it was gone and the Marshal spoke up again. 

“First we’ll give you a tour of the facility and then Ranger Skywalker will show you to your Jaeger. First thing in the morning we’ll find you your co-pilot.” 

“Marshal, you’re aware that I’m not drift compatible with most pilots, right?” Din inquired. It had been something nagging at the back of his head since he’d agreed to this mess. He wanted to keep Grogu safe, no matter how much he dreaded getting back into a Jaeger, but if he couldn’t even find a co-pilot this would all be for nothing. 

“You’re the only Mark Three pilot left, it’s our best bet to have you in Razor Crest for this mission,” the Marshal explained. 

“Wait, you restored the Crest?” Din looked from the Marshal to Ahsoka. 

“Whoops, did I forget to mention that?” Ahsoka said with a poorly masked smile. 

Din was a bit unsure how to feel. He’d spent his best years in the Crest back in the day, but it had also been the site of his greatest failure. Before he could fall down that train of thought something else caught him up.

“Hold on, what mission? No one has told me exactly what’s happening here.” Before he could get a response the elevator doors opened and everyone was shuffling out. As they approached two heavy metal doors a worker moved to a lever to open them. With loud creaks the doors shifted to the side revealing the center of the Shatterdome.

[zambomarti]

Roman DinLuke AU is living in my mind after seeing Pedro in the Gladiator II trailer and you have no idea the person I'm becoming

[murdock-malakian]

¿Puedo arrobar a esta persona?

Ok, lo intentaré. Esta idea y estos diseños fueron hechos por @shirozora-draws. Hice este fanart de su AU "sweater weather" en AO3. ^^

Es una historia increíble. Todas sus historias son increíbles.

Todos los créditos para Shirozora.

[I hope the "@" is not too much. Idk, sorry :(]

[themarauders-alltheyoungdudes]

Dinluke Aladdin au

[businessbadger]

‘are you alright’ he asks

hah

hahahahahahaha

that is math i am unable or unwilling to do

[mrskywalkers-chanelboots]

i had an idea for a dinluke summer camp au where they’re both camp counselors at a sleep away camp (inspired vaguely by my own experiences since that’s my summer job lol) and din’s the motorsports counselor (dirt bikes and go-karts) that’s quieter, more reserved with a lot of camp experience that campers respect and luke is the first-timer counselor on either the ropes or waterfront team (i haven’t decided which yet but they just make sense,,,, or fencing idk) who is charming and well-loved by all campers, likely a boy scout (but this is not scout camp). basically in this au it’s either they’d be co-counselors for the same cabin (and they were co-counselors) or they’re like the heads of the color war teams and have a jesting enemies to lovers kind of deal. i think if i did actually write this i’d have to do a lot of planning because i’m psycho about camp stuff and i would make the camp co-ed and not a gender-exclusive one like mine is because i think it would be more fun and i can add all the female characters i want and maybe have a lesbian b-plot who knows but actually this would be so cute

[omgspacecowboys]

Dinluke fanfic prompt au:

Luke is a model and they're doing a shoot that is cowboy inspired, Din is a vaquero™ that is bringing the horses for the shoot, Luke can't get up in the horse cause he's too scared, guess who helps

[thecrimsondandelion]

Dinluke au: Luke is a busker and Din often passes by him with Grogu, who loves to stand and listen to him play

He obviously cheekily plays Brown Eyed Girl whenever Din is around

[iamscoby]

After closing the call and locking Grogu’s phone back into the box, Luke hid the key back where he found it and walked out of the tent. Except that no, he knew that he should just walk out of Master Yoda’s office tent before breaking any more rules, but his legs refused to move. Instead, he found his hands reaching for the drawer storing all the kids’ personal information folders.

Quickly, he browsed through the first few letters of the alphabet, until he reached the folder dedicated to Din Grogu. Inside it, Luke’s attention was drawn to his contact details - or more specifically, emergency contact details. Out of the two available lines, only one was filled, specifying that in case of emergency, the person to contact was Din Djarin.

Din Djarin. No one else. Din “Bedroom Voice” Djarin was Grogu’s single father. SINGLE FATHER.

--------- OR: 5 times Luke falls for Din Djarin's voice, +1 time he falls for his looks.

--------- Pairing: Din Djarin x Luke Skywalker Rating: T Words: 1.4k/5.2k

[swedenis-h]

Save a horse! Ride a cowboy! (X)

June 14th prompt: western au (@dinlukeweek)

[pridoo]

My Hot Jedi Summer is out NOW! ONE HUNDRED pages of dinlukelukeluke!! whew!!

By a strange accident in The Force, two Lukes from another universe or timeline appear to Din and Luke's home. Din is going to have his hands full for the next 24 hours. VERY K18.

Etsy Gumroad

Thank you for your support! Love you guys! ♡

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Din/Luke Pacific Rim AU pt.2

Pt.1 | Pt.3 | Pt.4

Another addition to this AU because It's been living in my head rent free for ages. I can't do a Pacific Rim AU without recreating the iconic Kwoon scene. Also, I was too lazy to draw backgrounds so I just stole them from the movie  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Under the cut is a teaser of the fic I'm trying to write. It's a first draft, so there's probably some mistakes. Also, I'm still kind of in Screen Writing mode from school, so please don't mind if there's not a lot of internal character narration.

“Four points to two,” Luke calls after the final candidate falls. His emotions are carefully masked on his face but Din can see how tense he is. 

“We’re wasting time, Marshal. He’s barely compatible with any of them, this isn’t going to work,” Luke says.

“What do you suggest?” The Marshal raises a brow. 

“Put me in charge, I’m drift compatible with several cadets. We don’t need him.” Luke gestures towards Din. The look on his face makes Din’s blood boil. Contempt. What did he ever do to Luke to earn this?

“What’s your problem, Skywalker?” Din stomps towards the edge of the mat. 

“I’ve already told you, I don’t think you're the right man for the job,” Luke replies. He’s now turned squarely towards Din, his face back to that eerie calm. It sends a shiver down Din’s spine. 

“No, there’s more. You’ve got a problem with me.” Din steps closer, trying to ignore the piercing blue of Luke’s eyes. 

“Enough! both of you.” Marshal Skywalker turns to them both. 

“If you think you’re so much better, then let’s go.” Din points his bō at Luke. “If you win, you can pilot the Crest. If I win, you back off.” Din holds Luke's gaze, projecting his challenge. 

“Neither of you are in the position to make that decision,” Anakin states, breaking the spell. 

“What? Think your own blood isn’t good enough to beat me?” Din didn’t know Marshal Skywalker that well, but from what he did know, the man was prideful. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest move, but it got him what he wanted. 

The Martial turned towards Luke, earning his attention. No words were exchanged between them, the Martial simply gave a nod. A brief look of satisfaction washed over Luke’s face. Din turned towards the mat to prepare for the fight before Luke’s eyes turned back to him. 

Luke stepped to the edge of the mat, shoes and outer shirt removed. He bowed at the waist before stepping forward. He was in a simple black tank top and the standard cargo pants. It was the first time Din had seen any of his skin exposed beyond his face. His arms and neck were covered in pale, lightning-like scars that looked like they extended beyond what Din could see. He wasn’t sure what to make of them. He knew almost nothing about Luke when he really thought about it. Only what he heard from the news from the past four years.

He had to admit, it made him earn a little more respect for the kid. At first he’d seemed like a petulant child who was getting his favorite toy taken away, but now, Din wasn’t as sure that was the case. He had no more time to think on it as he and Luke passed each other on the mat, walking to opposite sides, then turning to face each other. 

In the blink of an eye Luke swung his bō with the finesse of a warrior. He moved forward before stopping in the middle of the mat as he pulled his bō up in defense. Din followed suit, taking on a more aggressive starting position. He could tell Luke was analyzing him, eyes flitting around to every point of his body. Din took the opportunity to attack. In one swift moment he had his bō mimicking a strike at Luke’s skull. 

“One, Zero.” The words had barely left his mouth before Luke made a counter attack. In a flash Luke had reversed their positions with a satisfied smirk. 

Without wasting any more time the two began to fight again in an explosion of movement. The people in the kwoon reacted to them, but Din’s focus narrowed in until it was only them in the room. He watched Luke’s movements carefully, anticipating and blocking every attack that came and returning his own. He picked up on a franticness in Lukes’s movements and took advantage, landing an attack on his ribs. 

“You’re too eager, you’re projecting your moves,” Din commented as they reset. 

“I don’t need your advice.” Despite his words, Luke waited, ready for Din’s next move. 

Luke swiftly blocked everything Din threw at him and pushed back even harder. In the next moment Luke attacked with a flurry of blows, catching Din off guard. He was stronger than he looked. 

“Two, two.” Luke had once again evened the score. 

There was barely a pause before they were at it again. This bout lasted longer than the others, both having picked up on each other’s gambit. They danced around each other, the only sound in Din’s ears were the clacking of their bō staffs and their heavy breathing. Neither was holding back. 

In a blur of motion Luke darted towards Din’s legs, throwing him off balance. Din rolled out of the throw but as he lifted his head he was met with Luke’s bō to his throat. Luke's eyes were no less intense this close. 

“Two, Three.” Luke stepped back into a ready position. “Better watch out, Djarin.” There was a satisfied smirk on his face. He was winning. Din wouldn’t give up that easily. 

He pulled out every trick he had, but Luke seemed to always be a step ahead. He was too fast, almost as if he could read Din’s mind. From the outside it would almost look like this was rehearsed. In the end, it was Din’s weight advantage that won him the point. He moved in close and pinned Luke's arm before throwing him down to the mat. The blond hit the ground on his back, breath escaping his lungs from the impact. 

Din almost went to help him up but Luke threw his legs backwards into a handstand before standing back up. He barely looked affected, the only sign of fatigue on him was the sweat on his forehead that matted down his blond hair. 

“Three, Three,” Din called. “And there’s no need to show off.” 

The next point would declare a winner. There was a smile on Luke’s face, different from the ones before. This one was more open, leaving Din feeling dizzy instead of insulted. 

Din tried to understand it but there was no more time to ponder as Luke set on his next attacks. He was more aggressive than he’d been the rest of the fight but Din pushed back, not without some difficulty. Luke danced around Din with a frightening agility. The only thing that kept Din in the fight for so long were his reflexes. He knew he had to end this fight soon or Luke would eventually wear him down. 

In a decisive move Din attacked at Luke’s head, trading off his defense for offense. He had Luke on the move, nearly pushing him off the mat. However, before he could land a finishing blow Luke darted to the side, slipping his leg between Din’s and toppling him to the floor. When Din processed what happened, he was pinned under Luke’s hips on his chest and his bō at his neck. 

Cheers erupted from the gathered crowd, but Din’s view had narrowed into Luke as he stood up. Din stayed on the ground, still a bit stunned from the end of the fight. He wasn’t really sure how to feel about its outcome. But one thing was for certain, he and Luke were drift compatible. Very drift compatible. 

Din was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even realize Luke was reaching down to him until his hand was in his face. He took it and allowed Luke to help him to his feet. 

“You felt it too, didn’t you?” Luke asked.

“Yeah.”

[bmodwritesdinluke]

Hi friends! I'm getting my feet wet in the fandom today both with a new fic and a new blog! I'd love if you guys checked out my first dinluke fic & let me know what you think! I'm really excited to start my journey & make new pals in a new fandom. This one's 18+, so minors DNi! Click over to AO3 to read And It's All Alright!

They start with harmless staffs that clank and groan under the pressure of two brilliantly gifted fighters. Mando is quick on his feet and efficient with the armor that covers most of his body. His recklessness is a testament to always having his most fleshy and important bits covered. Luke tucks that knowledge away for when their sabers join the party and the true fun really begins.

For a while, Luke inevitably beats up on the Mandalorian until one day, the staff is knocked out of Luke’s hands and Mando is finally, triumphantly hovering over him.

With his chest still heaving, Luke grins up from his place on the floor. A bubble of laughter escapes when a soft sigh leaves the Mandalorian’s lips – even through the vocoder, Luke hears real pride in the gesture.

“That was amazing. I didn’t even see you coming,” Luke gushes, still heaving out laughs and trying to catch his breath. The next moment, Mando holds out a hand that Luke eagerly accepts. Being lifted to shaky feet is too much for the euphoric feeling Luke’s floating around in and his legs give out. As Mando pulls him up, Luke loses his balance and goes tumbling into an armored chest.

Strong arms wrap around him, holding him tightly against bright beskar. Luke tries not to breath but it’s no use. The desperate desire to look up is too much. Despite knowing eyes won’t be there to catch his own, Luke tilts his head up to stare at the dark line of Mando’s visor. He’s a second away from speaking when that very same helmet comes down to rest against Luke’s forehead, sharp armor against smooth skin.

Luke later finds out that Mando kissed him that day. It takes a few more fumbles into strong arms for the two of them to take the next step. In a post-orgasmic stupor, Luke learns what a keldabe kiss is and its importance amongst the Mandalorian’s.

“Until we’re clan, the gesture is all I’m able to give,” Mando says, a wistfulness to his modulated voice. As if to drive that longing Luke recognizes home, familiar hands come up to frame his face. Luke doesn’t hesitate to tilt his head up; he’s slowly growing used to the cool metal against his skin. The tenderness of it soothes an ache Luke never knew he had. While their carnality is lovely, Luke appreciates the affection more.

Though, that idea is severely tested the day the Mandalorian finally tells him his name. “Call me Din,” he says, sounding both shy and desperately determined. Luke is certain arousal isn’t the reaction his lover is looking for but there’s no time to argue. Moving with the force, Luke is in Din’s lap before their next breath. “Hi, Din,” Luke eventually says, a wide smile on his face.

Read the rest on AO3!

[type2beat]

alright alright fuck it, I can't hold it in anymore. I'm brainrotting a fifth element au. I've been sitting on it for like a month without telling anyone. AND EYE- I cannot hold it in anymore.