Y'all, I should be doing other things, but man oh man does a good Ice Skating AU distract me. Did a figure study for Ice Skater Luke and Hockey Din today after seeing @shanediomorrissey's Hockey-Din AU illustrations - awesome art and artist!
I'm a fan of any ship permutations involving Din, Luke, Cobb, and Boba, but I'm so soft for DinLuke, so of course I had to scratch out a scene where Grogu is learning to Ice Skate with Luke, haha-
Also, if you like ice skating AUs and DinLuke, check out "It was always you" by @subtlehysteria! Good fic, it made me all giddy and, as an amateur skater, super hype about skating again!
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Uploading all the dragons-as-ships I've done all together for reference! Mostly for my own, haha, but feel free to use for your own purposes! (Just link/credit me and let me know via message/ask!)
A little story I wrote for an AU based off the art below the cut. (Din meeting the Razor Crest for the first time!)
Meeting the Razor Crest
Din stopped walking the moment he heard the cry. It was a loud cry, more a bellow of pain than a sob of grief.
It sounded old. And it sounded resigned.
"Move along, Mando," The Rhodian grumbled behind him, bumping Din's arm as he passed. "Don't pay any mind to that old girl. She's got just as much temper in her as she's got years. Let me show you a less temperamental ride."
While the Rhodian kept walking towards the edge of the dock, Din paused. He turned his head slightly, listening quietly for the cry to occur again. It sounded again not long after, a pained roar that struck his chest in one sharp sting. A third cry, and Din turned his head just enough to catch the dragon in the fringes of his visor.
Gray, weathered skin, heavyset. Adorned with one large, white horn. A Razor Crest.
"Mando!"
Din let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, shifting his attention carefully back toward the sound of the Rhodian's voice.
"Over here! I got a good one for you. Young, a good set of wings, strong enough for cargo but still speedy--- Wait, where're you going?" The Rhodian yelled, his arms that had been energetically waving lowering abruptly. "Mando?"
The Rhodian's voice ebbed as Din turned his back and walked away, towards the sound of the Razor Crest's cries. At her height, she towered over the shipping containers scattered around the dock, each cry punctuated by her massive jaw straining against the caged muzzle lashed onto her head. Chains and ropes stretched and slid around her scarred body as the dock hands all shuffled about, frantically trying to subdue the writhing dragon by throwing their weight onto the creaking restraints.
"Steady, oy!" said one. "Can't go down easy, can you?"
"Grab that bit! She bit through it before, make sure it's tied down nice and tight so the wings don't get loose again," said another.
"Who are you?" asked a Quarren, hands busy struggling to hold a chain still. "Unauthorized personnel aren't allowed past-- Hey, get back! Mando!"
Eyes all turned curiously towards the target of the Quarren's words, at the Mandalorian who calmly and purposefully stepped towards the giant dragon. Further warnings from other workers fell on deaf ears as Din continued past them, visor fixed steadily towards the head of the dragon.
So too, did the eyes of the Razor Crest follow the Mandalorian's approach. Upon seeing the armored man, the old dragon had ceased her flailing, opting to rear her head back as best she could with the restraints that kept her low to the ground. Tired eyes stared down at Din, as she exposed her teeth and spread her talons, growling a deep chord from her leathery throat.
Din paused when he heard the growl, and slowly, while still keeping his eyes locked on the dragon, kneeled down onto one knee. With extreme care, he untethered his rifle and set it on the ground beside him. Next came the pistol, then the knives. Before long, an impressive array of weapons lay spread before the Mandalorian.
With each slow, deliberate move the Mandalorian took, the softer the growl became. When each weapon laid down in full sight before the man, the Razor Crest lowered her head, growl turning into a low, soft rumble.
The dock workers present had grown quiet, watching with varying degrees of surprise at this new development. None had taken their hands off the restraints, however, even if all could feel the tension in the chains and ropes lessen in response to each move the Mandalorian made.
After waiting a beat or so, Din then stood back up, holding out his right arm. With a quick flick, he ignited the flame thrower off his forearm gauntlet for a brief moment, and motioned his arm in an arc that spread the flames towards the dragon.
The Razor Crest startled slightly at the appearance of the flames, but her reaction was tempered quickly by a series of low chirps that caused her throat to undulate and her head to bob. Much to the dock workers' terror, she unleashed a short breath of fire in the direction of Din, flames that licked past the Mandalorian to lap at the legs of the dock workers. As the dock hands all yelped in surprise, the Razor Crest resumed her low rumble, laying her head down on the dock as close as she could get to Din.
Underneath the helmet, the corners of Din's mouth turned up in a gentle smile.
"Hello," He said quietly. The Razor Crest's eyes kept a steady stare at him, nostrils flaring as if trying to pick up the Mandalorian's scent.
As if realizing her intent, Din raised his right arm again, this time reaching out with an open hand. Slowly, and deliberately, Din settled his gloved hand onto the lowest part of the Razor Crest's horn, all the while watching the dragon carefully. The dragon nudged his hand softly as he made contact, the rumbling rising in pitch just a little.
"Thank you," Din whispered. The Razor Crest blinked slowly at him.
Outside the quiet moment Din and the Razor Crest were having, several dock hands had grown increasingly frantic about the remnant flames still milling about. What ultimately snapped the Mandalorian's attention away from the Razor Crest, however, was that of the voice of the Rhodian dragon dealer.
"Well, carbon-freeze me and paint me pink," The Rhodian called out from behind the Mandalorian and the dock workers. He was staying well away from the dragon. "Never seen the old girl do that before."
Without turning his head, Din didn't take long to consider his next words.
"How much for the Razor Crest?"
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Uploading these together for personal reference! Mostly for my own, haha, but feel free to use for your own purposes! (Just link/credit me and let me know via message/ask!)
Also tried my hand at writing a little story to accompany these pics. (Below the cut!) What do y'all think... Should I write more of it?
"Don't worry, Red doesn't bite," Luke said with a smile, one hand pushing against the nose of his dragon.
Even so, Din made sure he had a stable hold on Grogu, who was doing his best to wriggle closer to the white X-wing. Grabby little claws and gentle coos were matched only in curiosity by the persistent nudging of the X-wing against Luke's hand as Red tried to blatantly sneak towards Grogu.
"Why is a white dragon called Red?" Din asked.
"His previous owner named him that, and I didn't have the heart to change it," Luke responded. There was a fleeting glimpse of sadness in the Jedi's eyes despite the smile on his face, but Din blinked, and the feeling passed.
"Bu," Grogu chirped at Red, before turning his head towards Din. "Mmm," the baby mumbled, frustration tinting his tone as his little hands still stretched towards the dragon.
As if sensing Grogu's desires, Red pushed harder against Luke's hand, nudging the Jedi against his hair in retaliation. Luke gave out a surprised gasp, before letting out a few exasperated chuckles.
Din's gaze lingered across Grogu's pleading eyes, Red's excited antics, Luke's laughing smile.... and sighed.
"Alright. You can fly with Luke on Red, Grogu."
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