i nearly spat out my tea
At some point I’ll draw something other than Modern Mando AUs - but that’s a challenge for another day. This started off as just tired Din (+ Grogu of course) but ended up turning into a Dinluke AU in my head somehow.
What I’ve got so far is:
Grogu’s approaching kindy/school age so Din’s currently working multiple jobs in a desperate push to save up as much as possible to get him into the best school he can.
That’s to say - the poor guy is in a more or less constant state of exhaustion at the moment.
He and Grogu live at the end of the train line so his transit routine at the moment is walk an extra couple of blocks from the office he’s temping at to get on at the start of the line and claim a seat, set up a nature video for the kiddo, and try to get at least an hour of nap-time on the train so he’s sort of awake for his night gig (bouncer for Boba and Fennec’s Palace or pick-up Mechanic for Peli, depending on the day).
Luke’s also heading way out Din’s way because he’s staying with Han and Chewie for the moment (1 part ‘living up like the old days’ 1 part ‘trying to smooth things over between Han and Leia again after the latest tiff’.)
I’m gonna say that he’s a teacher, because that seems to be the trend (and I love it!)
He’s not a massive fan of the trip time but the cute guy and his adorable little kid that he keeps finding himself running into definitely makes the situation a bit more bearable.
He’s been practicing his sign language skills with the kiddo - who’s very chatty the second he realises Luke understands him.
Queue Grogu being the best little wingman there ever was, in spite of sleeping beauty snuffling away back there not helping in the slightest.
Queue Luke sort of falling very hard for Grogu’s dad in spite of never having actually met the guy when he’s, you know, awake.
Because this is what I think of every time I see this vine. Fight me.
Let me take the first step. ↳ RAYA AND THE LAST DRAGON (2021) dir. Don Hall, Carlos López Estrada
Commissioned by @safire19
She asked me to draw an upcoming scene for her Dinluke Fic, so here's a moment from shortly after Vader tortured Din to incentivize Luke to use the Force.
The wonderful discord I’m in was being a bunch a memes tonight which reminded me that I made a bunch of Toy Story as vines back in March. Hope you like ‘em!
(Seventh one is very loud!!)
Yes, he said happy Christmas.
A little silly thing I did a while back.
Billy looks like shit. Like, he really looks like he’s been fucking through it. Steve watches him breathe, holds his hand until he cracks his eyes open.
‘You look like shit.’
It’s the first thing Billy says. Steve laughs, a little hysterical. Grips his hand.
‘So do you, asshole.’
Billy smiles, just a little, then winces. ‘Yeah. Been a rough week.’
‘I got held captive by Russians,’ Steve offers, and Billy rubs his thumb over the back of his hand.
‘Sounds like fun.’
‘Yeah, super fun. They’ve got good drugs, Billy. Real good drugs. Oh? And I won a fight?’
Billy laughs, a little chuckle that soothes all the hurt in Steve’s exhausted, battered body. ‘That’s real good, baby. Wish I coulda seen it.’
‘Yeah,’ Steve says, squeezes Billy’s hand, wraps the fingers of his free hand around his wrist just to feel his heart beat. It was real touch and go, for a while. Real touch and go. ‘Nothing compared to you, but I’m pretty proud of myself.’
‘I didn’t do anything,’ Billy says, quiet.
‘Bullshit. Bullshit. Max told me everything. El. El told me everything. I saw it.’
‘Steve-’
‘Shut up,’ Steve says, ‘just shut the fuck up. You did it. You did. And i’m gonna sit right here and keep saying it until you believe me, asshole.’
Billy tugs on his hand, tries to shift over on the bed a little. Steve’s so fucking scared, still, the feeling still cutting through him. Can’t stop seeing Billy on that that floor. Can’t stop seeing him hold the monster off, all on his own.
‘C’mere,’ Billy says, ‘come up here.’
Steve gets up and tucks himself next to Billy, gentle as he can, careful of the tubes and wires. ‘Scared the hell out of me, Billy.’
‘Sorry,’ Billy says, ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Quit that shit. Don’t apologize to me. You’re here. We made it. You did it.’
‘Had help,’ Billy says, tucking his face into Steve’s hair. ‘I’m. I’m glad I’m here. I didn’t think I would be. I’m. I’m glad.’
Steve lets out a shaky breath, gently lays his arm over Billy’s belly, careful of the bandages. ‘Me too, Billy. Me fucking too.’
YOSH!