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captainfinnsboat · 7 months
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Just a little something I'm working on...
Luke first met the mandalorian the day after his 18th birthday. Din was on Tattooine chasing a bounty when his speeder broke down. He was lucky enough to break down in the place where Luke often took practice shots at wombats.
"What's your name, stranger?" Luke asked as he screwed in a bolt with his wrench.
When the mandalorian didn't respond Luke sighed and sat up to look at him, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But we get all sorts here on Tattooine. I won’t judge you."
"My name is Din," The mandalorian confessed, much to his own surprise. He usually refrained from sharing his name, especially on planets like Tattooine, but something about Luke was reassuring. And the strange knowing look in the blond's bright blue eyes told him that Luke would keep his name a secret.
Din couldn't put his finger on it, but Luke was shrouded in a cloud of other-ness. Like something about him was different, or more than meets the eye. Whatever it was, it intrigued him.
"I like it," Luke replied with a smile before he laid down and got back to work, "It’s different."
"So is yours," Din said before he could stop himself.
Luke chuckled, "Yeah, I know. Most people on Tattooine have slave culture names, but mine is distinctly Coruscant."
Din considered the young man with a hidden intrigued look, "I like it," he whispered, mimicking Luke’s response to his own name.
Luke smiled, brighter than the twin suns that shone down on them. Somehow, he knew Din smiled back.
Uncle Owen asked many questions when Luke came back late with a dopey smile stretching his tanned cheeks. Aunt Beru just giggled and smiled knowingly.
I'm finally writing fanfiction again! Of course, it's from a different fandom than the first fics I posted, but I don't write for the sake of making content for people to consume. I write because it makes me happy, and sharing my writing also makes me happy. I don't know when this will be finished and posted on Ao3, but I decided to post about it on Tumblr to see if it's even something people want.
Anyway, I'm super excited about this fic! The plan is to write from before A New Hope all the way to Ahsoka: Season one (maybe, might stop at The Mandalorian: Season three). We'll see how that goes.
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are you normal or do dinluke hurt/comfort fics make your chest physically hurt and long for love
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lothcatthree · 5 months
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“Your thoughts. I can feel them. Force, Din, you don’t even know,” Luke huffs a humorless laugh, “Our bond, it’s… it’s weaker than it’d be with another Force user, but I can still see your thoughts when they’re that strong. I can… feel what you’re feeling,” Luke explains, unsure if he’s making any sense. Din’s hands freeze on his face and Luke feels a wave of both slight embarrassment and undeniable arousal through the Force. “You could… you mean you could see what I was thinking? Just then?” Din asks, his words slow as he puts the pieces together. Luke reaches his gloved hand to wrap around one of Din’s wrists and he holds his gaze. “Yes. All of it,” Luke breathes.
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Din gets bored during a meeting and doesn't realize that Luke can feel his thoughts.
Yes, all of them.
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maered613 · 7 months
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Love Me Like Music (And I'll Be Your Song)
NRC Archives, May 25 1983, the Tonight Show Starring Orson Krennic, Guests; Carson Teva, Luke Skywalker
[Krennic]: You were in the biggest band in the world. Aren’t you worried you’re gonna flop by yourself? Would be pretty embarrassing.
[Skywalker]: Oh, well I am now.
[Audience Laughter]
[Krennic]: Look, I’ve gotta ask-
[Skywalker]: I’m sure you do.
[Krennic]: the Rebellion announces a tv special with footage of you recording what will be your last album, Millenium, followed by a concert special. But then next thing we know, the specials’ taken off tv listings, you play a random untelevised rooftop concert, album doesn’t even surface for a few more months and then you announce you’re broken up! Everyone’s dying to know- what the heck happened? None of you have said anything since!
[Skywalker]: None of the stories that people tell about us can change what really happened.
[Krennic]: So then.. what?
[Silence as the Camera focuses on Skywalker]
[Skywalker]: (Sighs) Do you really want to know?
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3 Grammys, multi-multi platinum records, sold-out world tours, multiple #1s. The Rebellion was the biggest band in the world; until it wasn't.
Ft art from @lovey-dovey-and-sad @maroonedcoconut
For @stardads @dinlukebigbang
https://archiveofourown.org/works/49898965/chapters/125971573
Playlist: https://spotify.link/GZqfbhT7GDb
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jspookywolf · 3 months
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🩸 BBB Vampire Luke 🩸
I’m alive ✨
Little birthday gift I did for the most wonderful and talented human being I’ve ever met on this site @veradragonjedi ✨
If you haven’t read Blood, Blindfolds and Butterflies — THE HECK YOU DOING?? GO AND READ IT!! AND DON’T FORGET TO CHECK VEE’S OTHER FICS ‼️
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foggysirens · 2 months
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“Eager to get rid of me?”
“You’re not eager to go?” Luke raises an eyebrow. “Out here all alone on a stranger's farm? Someone else in your shoes might say they’re in trouble.”
Din hums, “You don’t seem like the trouble type, Mr. Skywalker.”
Luke winks, “Well, I’m glad one of us thinks so, Mr. Djarin.”
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Or, Luke is a farmer and Din has car troubles.
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chanelbootzmando · 4 months
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Good Habits
Din Djarin quit smoking cigarettes four years ago, but when the bad habit almost resurfaces a friend recommends a healthier habit.
A story in which Din begrudgingly gives yoga a try and ends up falling for his incredibly charming, dangerously handsome yoga instructor.
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hey guyss i wrote a cheesy lil dinluke yoga instructor fic called Good Habits (it is explicit so heads up on that!!) im not used to writing from din's perspective so i hope it came out okay. i hope u enjoy <3
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sitkowskiryan · 7 months
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I Want Your Love (And I Want Your Revenge)
Summary: Of all the situations he has found himself in, being accused of stealing the Mand’alor’s son and torturing him and then subsequently beaten for his treason, was not in the top ten of the strangest. Top twenty however. or Luke finds his balance between being a Jedi and Mandalorian while giving his husbands heart attacks Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker/Paz Vizsla Rating: M Word Count: 46,050 Status: Complete
i am not sure if the mandalorian fandom is still kicking still or not, but i finally finished this fic (which i have been writing for NINE MONTHS) and i wanted to share it with as many people as possible!
please give it a look!
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veradragonjedi · 3 months
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Chapter 24 of BBB is FINALLY out!
THANK YOU for your patience.
@airlocksandaviaries @positivityjediprince @surfing-on-a-soundwave @materassassino @vanishedangels @idkbishsss @jspookywolf @pebblish @thechaoticfanartist @doublechocolate @insertmeaningfulusername @funkyphonophorae @proftree @the-trail-to-oregon @justanothercatastrophe @purple-goo-writes @rhovianonsheart @babygirlbridger
(Please tell me if you'd like to be added or removed!)
(Like please please do I'm stressed out as it is!)
Tags and other shizz under the cut!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV)
Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin & Cara Dune & Boba Fett & Fennec Shand, Luke Skywalker & Han Solo, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker & Han Solo
Characters:
Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Grogu, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Cobb Vanth, Cara Dune, R2-D2, Ahsoka Tano, Ben Solo
Additional Tags:
Human/Vampire Relationship, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker Needs A Hug, Good Parent Din Djarin, Soft Din Djarin, Alternate Ending, Grogu | Baby Yoda Ships Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Luke trains Din with the Darksaber, Vampire Luke, Post-The Mandalorian (TV) Season/Series 02, R2-D2 hates Din Djarin, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Whump, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Blood and Injury, Blood Drinking, Squick, Canon-Typical Violence, violence in general, Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicide Attempt, Friends To Lovers, Hurt No Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Only like half the time though, The other half is, Sad Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker has PTSD, Luke Skywalker Has ADHD, Autistic Din Djarin, Asexual Din Djarin, Asexual Luke Skywalker, Well theyre both aspec- itll be clearer in the future i swear (Din is demi Luke is grey), Touch-Starved Luke Skywalker, WHOOOOOO, Co-parents To Lovers
Language: English
Words: 118,208 -> Chapters: 24/?
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ineffablestardust · 2 years
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Wake up besties the dinluke faves collaborated !!!!
To which @swedenis-h​ had this super sweet comic idea and I wanted to do it justice :D 
Comic sketches (courtesy of the lovely @swedenis-h​) 
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Oneshot (courtesy of me lol) 
Dusk on Tatooine had always been filled with heady purple and the last licks of sweat the day tried to cling to, the day like an overenthusiastic mastiff trying to be led away.
Two dots of red on the horizon, a flickering fire- Tatooine shed its warmth like washing slobber from skin. The day’s heat lingered, and lingered… and vapourised without warning.
A flicker of silver, a spark of gold.
The smell of hot circuitry, huddling closer to the fire. Luke tried to stay still as Din removed the wiring tool from the open wiring panel of his robot hand.
"It's beautiful work." Din complimented gently, lowly, his gloved fingertips tracing the palm lines of Luke's prosthetic hand. Almost as if he was tracing the lines of a map, learning the routes by heart. Luke imagined it would feel really nice, if there hadn't been a dull edge of metallicism to every sensation from that hand.
"It doesn't..." Luke fights a frustrated noise, feelings stuck in his throat like backed up Tatooine traffic. His throat tightened.
A breath.
"It's not." Luke admits finally, gaze shifting to meet Din's. A warriors fire sparking in his eyes for the tiniest moment as he resigned himself to unravelling this particular insecurity for Din the way he had cracked the circuitry of his robotic hand wide open.
Young, immature. The harbingers that were supposed to breed wisdom and maturity… may have only just hurt the people he loved.
How could it not have? With Han’s sight affected for the rest of his life and Leia having nightmares about watching the empire take Han away…
Forces, he’d been so stupid. Too wrapped up in the thrill of getting to finally use Force for good to realize the time had been wrong.
Would the situation had resolved itself without his intervention? Had Luke lost his hand for nothing?
"This is going to sound weird…" Luke trailed with a reluctant smile, struggling with the words- embarrassment reigning them in until they crowded in his mouth. Hesitancy to lay bare; a fog he couldn’t shake. “But…”
He grimaced.
"It's not your hand?" Din asked, ripping the words right out of his mouth. Luke blinked back at him, surprised.
Luke gulped thickly, but the tight knot of emotion wouldn't unravel.
"Yeah." Luke murmured reflexively, casting his gaze down- back to his hands. They were both held aloft in front of him, palms up. In theory there wasn't much visible difference between them, but...
"Mine had calluses," Luke began, his voice cracking at the admission as his eyes darted to where the calluses used to be. "from my work at the farm."
An image of his hand before the injury conjured itself in his vision, like an overlay, as he studied the robotic one. Sticky blackness climbed his insides, his skin crawled.
A ghost he was haunted by day and night.
Din paused in his ministrations, and the silence yawned and waned in the space between them.
Luke was drawn back in.
"It had scars from working on ships," Luke explained, his left, real, hand reaching out to point to the vulnerable stretch of skin around his wrist and the skin on the other side of his hand. It was pale in a way that was uncharacteristic of Luke's tanned skin tone. The skin looked less durable than the rest of him on the robot hand, a constant chink in his armour.
A breath. Luke could see the ghost clear as day, like a sort of glitchy holo projection.
"It also matched my left hand." Luke's voice was small as he stared at the robot hand, the gaping hole where the circuitry he had been showing Din spilled out. The visible circuitry when he fixed it made it both more and less easy to see the hand as his, paradoxically.
Luke had almost lost more than his hand.
The price of his hand was nothing compared to the company of his friends. His loved ones.
He knew that.
He knew that.
But why was there such a bitterness there? A guilt and shame- the robot hand meant more than just a second chance at mobility; it meant an unspoken forgiveness from his loved ones.
And Forces, that was hard to digest.
Leia, Han and Chewie had almost died that day. It would have been his fault that their stars had blinked out, and Luke would probably never forgive himself for it.
He'd just dove in unthinkingly, all of his mind on the need to save them that he hadn't thought it through-
The robot hand was just one big scar he'd never be rid of. One big forgiveness he wasn't sure he deserved.
Why was blind, reckless, heroism worth any forgiveness?
Luke would always be haunted by his old hand- the one that had just always been a part of him- it followed him when tinkering and sparring, the loss a thing of endlessness.
A gloved hand grabbed out for the wrist of Luke's real hand, cutting Luke's absent movement short. He'd been unknowingly tracing the places his right hand used to have character and definition. Startled, Luke's thoughts fell away.
"I-I... I sound insane." Luke back-pedalled, feeling self-conscious and awash with a hot and sticky shame at the vulnerable oddity about it. Fuck, he'd opened up too much there-
A tug.
"These are my real hands," Din's warm voice followed, and Luke looked up at him with a moment of flustered confusion.
Din looked down at his own gloved hands, studying them anew. "The ones you see now."
"I know their weight. Their durability." Din flexed his hands like he was about to pick up a rifle.
"The ones underneath the gloves, I haven't seen as mine for a long time now." Din admitted softly, looking at his hands now like they were foreign to him. "They were soft, and reaching for something that doesn't exist anymore."
Oh.
And then-
Oh.
Din had lost his parents, but he was talking about the new relationship with his hands that his gloves gave him after the loss of his home. The gloves being used both to bring about vulnerability for others while protecting the vulnerability of Din's open and wanting palms from his youth.
The side of himself that never had the opportunity to mature slowly. The side that grew up too fast but there would always be a sliver of, crying out for home.
Luke blinked, looking back up at Din.
"They were hidden away with a pain I never want to feel again." Din's voice wavered, and Luke unconsciously reached out, cradling one between his cupped palms, resting it on his knee.
"Yes, these hands have seen my mistakes, but they've seen my successes, too." Din reached out with his other hand, trailing it along the territory of the faux skin of Luke's robot hand with a reverence that made Luke's face hot with something. Something between tears, appreciation and gratefulness.
Perhaps all three.
"The hands I know now were a gift." Din concluded, looking Luke right in the eye. Luke could puzzle out his message now.
"A second chance." Luke finished for Din, and he nodded affirmatively.
Not a mark of forgiveness. A possibility to start again.
"They may not have the scars to prove it, but they are mine. Just as much as the hands under the gloves." Din softened, gloved fingertips lingering around the fleshy part of Luke's robot wrist, near the open wire access panel.
Luke felt himself flush, flattered by the way Din so deftly applied such a simple yet all-encompassing type of logic to find a solution.
There was earnestness to it, fresh and raw. A hopefulness.
“Hm.” Luke hummed back, letting Din’s truth wash over him and settle, clinking, next to the old one.
Perhaps Luke had been thinking about the robot hand all wrong.
He took in Din with their hands still intertwined in the space between their knees, a pang of warmth filling him.
Look not to the past, but to the future.
Luke smiled. How Jedi of him.
Din’s helmet looked back down at their joined hands, and then back up at Luke.
All of a sudden, Luke was very aware they were still holding hands.
Luke blinked, blushing a deep red, letting go at the same time Din did and pulling his hands in to his chest like they had been burned.
“Thanks for the hand-” “Yeah! Uh-”
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iamscoby · 11 months
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Grogu led him through winding streets, until they hit a tavern. It looked cosy enough - a place where Djarin might have enjoyed sitting down and letting the kid eat a bowl of chowder. But what made him flinch back was the banner hung over the door - the banner announcing the event they had going on tonight:
OUTER RIM SINGLES NIGHT
“No, no, no, no, Grogu, we’re not going in there!”
But Grogu was already over the threshold, tiny figure disappearing into the crowd.
“Dank farrik”
--------- Roughly for @dinlukeweek prompt: Fake relationship Inspired by all the fanart where Din Djarin's helmet blushes
--------- Pairing: Din Djarin x Luke Skywalkwer Rating: G Words: 1.5k
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cam-elot · 11 months
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This Must Be the Place
Chapter 1: Home is where I want to be
Author | Cam_elot Fandom | The Mandalorian, Star Wars - All Media Types Pairing | Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker Rating | Explicit Characters | Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu/Baby Yoda Tags | Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Roommates, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Good Parent Din Djarin, College Student Luke Skywalker, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Getting Together, Din Djarin Needs a Hug, Idiots in Love, Idiots being awkward messes, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Bo-Katan Kryze is a good friend
Summary | Din, a fiercely independent single dad determined to raise his son Grogu on his own, is struggling to make ends meet. Pushed by his friends to find a roommate and get some cash in, Din meets Luke, a college student with a sunny smile and guarded eyes. He reluctantly lets him enter his home, his family and his heart.
Written as part of @swbigbang 2023
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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
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lothcatthree · 6 months
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“'I was just introducing myself, sir. My name is Din,' the disgustingly attractive man speaks up and Luke feels the heat on his cheeks intensify with the sound of his husky voice. Luke suddenly feels extremely exposed in his scant clothing and he subconsciously pulls down at the hem of his shirt. Din’s eyes track the movement before returning up to his face as if nothing happened. Fuck. Luke looks up at him again, though he feels his eyes struggle as if he’s looking at the sun."
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The one where Luke and Leia are President Padme's kids. Luke has a mudhorn soulmate mark and thinks he's destined to be single forever. Cue his handsome new bodyguard that throws everything Luke thought he knew out the window.
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maered613 · 4 months
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It’s Christmas 1976, and Luke Skywalker, singer/songwriter/bassist of the Grammy winning, multi-platinum certified band, the Rebellion has a problem that has nothing to do with their label, the paparazzi, touring or even their next record. He cannot, for the life of him, think of a Christmas present for his bandmate (their drummer), Mando, who he’s spending Christmas with.
Meanwhile, the rest of the band is heading back to New York for the holidays. Leia is dragging Han along to her parents’, Wedge is meeting up with some old friends, and Cass is trying not to think about several things at once, and failing.
There’s never a dull moment for the biggest band in the world, not even during Christmas.
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Or; the Rebellion’s Very Own Christmas Special
(Spoilers for Love Me Like Music (and I’ll Be Your Song) abound)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52438942
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oysteringofclamelot · 29 days
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have you given up writing again? I like your stuff but you don't post a lot anymore
I haven't given up! I'm currently writing but I want it 75% done before I post instead of posting as I go.
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