#mando!au

[bon-sides-sw]

My piece done for the Dinluke Secret Santa held on @stardads

This one was a gift for @ladylaran I had the most fun drawing this! Mando! Luke is my Favorite and most precious Au :'3

So here these two idiots who fell in love. Original text on the Ao3 post:

Totally NOT a crush!!

Mando Luke does NOT have a crush on Din Djarin!! Din is so hopelessly in love tho...

Obi-Wan took Luke after being born, but didn't arrive on Tatooine, instead he hid on Concordia and was accepted into the Children of the Watch Covert. There Luke was raised as a Mandalorian warrior along Din (and Paz). Luke of course fell in love with this one Mando who is so oblivious to everything and his Dad keeps teasing him about it. Din falls in love after Luke beats his ass on a friendly sparr.

[doodle-list]

 Did I come back to this like a year later? Yes.

Anyways I will be adding more because I’ve for some reason decided to finally complete this but for now I give you teacher!Luke and boba shop!Boba (I also gave Din and Cobb glow ups because I lowkey hated the old ones lol) 

[dawnsing]

knight of the flowers, knight of the child. stay in my garden, safe and sound.

(inspired by the knight of the flowers, 1894)

[eggdrawsthings]

one year apart blacked out and redrew these old drawings I made based on The Mand’alor and the Jedi series I edited the old posts to have these new drawings, you can find them here -> 1 2 3 4

[pomegranateruin]

cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other

[themadknightuniverse]

Some more Cowboy!Lacho 🐍

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[peachyhoolagan]

May or may not be procrastinating my 17 assignments with a new AU :)))

This one’s fun. 10 points to whoever can guess how kanan got the Darksaber and both him and Ezra are Mandos now. Also the dogs name is goose. She’s a charhound and her pee lights things on fire. Not beskar, but she can melt a paint job.

[noramsblog]

MANDO LUKE!!

[mando-din-lorian]

AU where Din and Boba are turned into kids and they become bestest friends

[pinkiemme]

We’re slowly going up the Cowboy Mando

Belt here 👀

Fancy boots here

And the Space cowboy enamel pin Kickstarter

[bon-sides-sw]

I've been so obsessed with my Mando Au, that I had to draw Rey.

Her Dads love her so much and Din is such a pushover and would give her anything she asks for.

[pilot-boi]

Sometimes the kiddo has nightmares. Luckily his family is there to help out

Commission for @freshmiraclecheesecake! They wanted more Mando AU, so here we are :]

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[angelcqre]

Mando!141 AU HCs Before I Start Writing

> crossposted from @charliemwrites ‘ lovely server

Soap is your typical mando. Fully customized kit, wanton usage of explosives, constantly cursing up a storm. Frequently on fire. His kit has been modified to allow for more motion with a flex breastplate and braces on the vambraces to allow for him to elbow a bitch. Armor colors are orange and green - a lust for life and duty. His beskar is inherited from a long line of ancestors, and he takes exceptionally good care of it. Concord Dawn prior to glassing.

Gaz is a bit more 'passing' as non-mando. Wears the breastplate, gauntlets, boots, typically tends to have his bucket off but whether that's because he can win more people over with his smile than his blaster is his own little secret. Coruscanti accent, quick with his blaster but can also wield vibroblades pretty adequately. BIG on the jetpacks. blue and green armor - reliability and duty. Got his kit from his great uncle when he retired and Gaz was, like, 14.

Ghost doesn't take his bucket off. Ever. At some point manages to get the darksaber - does not hold on to it. Dry, pops jokes every so often but otherwise kind of looms, speaks almost entirely in mando'a to his vod and it sounds real intimidating but if u understand what he's saying it's just like. the fucking tank joke. black and white armor - justice and fresh starts to commemorate his new life serving as a bounty hunter maybe? Full kit akin to ARC troopers in the clone wars with a big dark cloak thrown over top because he's dramatic. Has cobbled together the beskar over the years, didn't start out with a full kit but quickly earned it beating the shit out of scumbag mandos.

Price tends to have his bucket off about as much as he has it on - 50/50 split, mostly because it's easier to pretend he's not exasperated when he has his bucket on and his vocoder going. Green, light green and brown - duty, a desire for peace, and valor. Earned his beskar piece by piece. Directs his vod in mando'a because not a lot of people speak it which gives them a tactical advantage, but won't do it when they're not in the field like Soap or Ghost will because he considers it kind of rude.

[beskarandblasters]

Din’s First Christmas

Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Author’s note: From my (simpleton) understanding, Life Day is typically for Wookies only so I just decided to make this an AU where Christmas is in Star Wars!

Summary: In an alternate universe where Christmas exists in Star Wars, you and Din crash land on a snowy planet. While you’re there, you take a walk into a local village and find out that it’s Christmas, but it’s also Din’s first Christmas. So you decide to show him all of the traditions and give him his first Christmas present ever.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, established relationship, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), AU (Christmas in Star Wars), takes place when Grogu is with Luke and when Din is an apostate, discussions of holidays traditions/religious customs, references to intimacy issues, angst to fluff to smut, Din wears a chain 👀, oral sex (F receiving), Din is a MUNCH, super loving and romantic sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, use of Mando'a words/phrases (Cyar'ika = sweetheart, Mesh’la = beautiful, Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum = I love you), no use of y/n

Snow falls on top of your head as you’re shivering all while Din’s trying to fix the Razor Crest. To put it lightly, it’s not going well. You basically crash-landed on this random planet that you really can't remember the name of. As soon as you breached the atmosphere something went wrong with the Crest and Din’s still trying to figure out what happened exactly. And it’s taking him a while. 

“Din?” you ask, resting your hand on his back while he grumbles in frustration. He’s getting nowhere. 

“Yes?” he sighs. 

“Do you think you should take a break?”

“We have to get off this planet.”

“You’re making yourself so angry over this. Why don’t we walk to the village nearby?”

He sighs again. You can almost see the stress leaving his body as his shoulders slump. “Okay, let’s go.”

You walk to the village that you spotted earlier amid your crash landing. It’s so brightly lit and as you get closer you realize that it’s not just any lights; the village is decorated with Christmas lights. 

“Din… I think it’s Christmas here,” you say, turning and looking at him as you enter the village. 

“I don’t know much about Christmas.”

“Really?”

“Mandalorians don’t celebrate Christmas,” he says sadly. 

He looks up at the multicolored Christmas lights, strung from building to building. The light reflects beautifully off his armor, drenching him in shades you’ve never seen on him before. Christmas suits him, you decide. 

“Well, we can celebrate now,” you smile, “Might as well while you’re an apostate,” you joke. 

He doesn’t say anything and you fear you’ve overstepped. 

“I’m sorry. That was insensitive. I shouldn’t-”

“No, you’re right. I just don’t know where to start.”

“Let’s see. People do all sorts of things for Christmas! Like looking at all the lights and decorations, making cookies, going Christmas caroling, and exchanging presents. Whatever you want to start with.”

And speaking of presents, you have one for him. He doesn’t know about it of course, nor do you expect anything back. You’ll give it to him back at the Crest.

“Let’s start with the lights,” he says. 

You nod and lead the way through the village. It’s crowded but that’s to be expected on a holiday. Din’s not one for public displays of affection but as you weave through the bustling streets of the village, he presses himself closer to you and keeps a hand on the small of your back, as if you’re going to slip away from him. It makes your heart skip a beat. Affection and intimacy have been a little scarce ever since Grogu left. And then add the stress of becoming an apostate on top of that. You understand, though. It’s a lot for one person to go through in a short amount of time. Lack of intimacy aside, it’s nice to see him enjoying himself for once, even if only for a fleeting moment everything feels normal again. 

The lights are beautiful, strung from building to building in brilliant shades of red, blue, green, yellow, and pink. Snow is piled high on the rooftops and flurries cascade down from the sky. It’s something out of a postcard. 

“What do you think?” you ask. 

“It’s nice,” he says. 

“Looking at all of the lights was always my favorite thing about Christmas as a kid.”

“I can see why.”

“What do you want to do next?”

“You said something about cookies?”

“Mhm. I know we can’t make them ourselves but I’m sure there’s a bakery here.”

He nods and you continue walking the streets, still looking at all of the lights but also keeping an eye out for a bakery. And then you spot one as you turn a corner, tapping Din on the arm and pointing at it. 

“Let’s go!”

You open the door and you’re hit with the scent of freshly baked cookies. It’s so comforting but you can only assume Din can’t smell much of anything underneath his helmet. That fills you with sorrow and a sense of longing for him. 

You try to bury your feelings down and look at the cookies with Din. It’s rather funny seeing this big, strong man made of metal in this quaint little bakery looking at cookies. It’s an odd sight for the villagers, too, judging by their stares. Not that Din cares. He used to this.

Regardless, you look at the cookies on the display, cut out into cute little shapes. Stuff like snowflakes and stars, but also things like Wookies and Ewoks. You purchase a half dozen from the owner, choosing a few different shapes before leaving and stepping back out into the showy street.  

“Anything else you want to try before we head back?”

“I’m not singing,” he says quickly.

“I didn’t think you would,” you laugh.

It’s silent for a moment and you’re left with your thoughts and the snow falling around you. The lights are bouncing off his armor and he seems so calm for the first time in a long time. And now seems like the perfect time to tell him about the present.

“I have a present for you.”

“What?” he says, sounding almost distraught.

“I have a Christmas present for you,” you say, your lips curling into a smile.

“But… I didn’t get you anything.”

“I don’t expect anything, Din. It’s your first Christmas. I just want to make it special for you.”

“Thank you,” he says softly.

“Let’s go back, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agrees.

You walk back to the Crest, carrying the box of cookies as you trudge through the snow. You’re so excited to give him his first Christmas present. But you’re also a tad nervous. He’s not exactly the easiest person to shop for so you had to get a little creative.

He lowers the exit ramp and you head inside. The Crest is only damaged in the front, thank the Maker, so the inside is a refuge from the cold weather. You set the cookies down on a shelf and head to the hiding spot you chose for your present. You live in such a small, confined place so you really had to hide it. Buried deep in a trunk underneath a pile of your clothes is a drawing you made of you, Din, and Grogu. Din’s wearing his helmet of course and you’re standing side by side with his arm around you while he holds Grogu with his other arm. You had it put into a frame while he was off chasing a bounty one day on an Outer Rim planet. Now that you’re looking at the drawing and looking back at him, who’s standing behind you and trying to get a peek at what the present is, you’re worried he’s gonna hate it. It’s not something you just picked up at a shop, it’s something you put so much thought and love into. And it involves Grogu. He’s such a sensitive topic for Din right now. All you can do is give it to him and hope he likes it.

You stand up and turn to face him, keeping the drawing behind your back.

“Merry Christmas,” you say, holding the drawing out in front of you.

He doesn’t say anything, taking it in his hands and inspecting it. Your mind is racing, convincing yourself that he hates it. And you’re pretty sure you should never do something like this again actually.

“It’s… perfect,” he says.

“Really?”

“Yeah… This is so thoughtful.”

“I hope it came out okay. I had to draw Grogu from memory. I might’ve made his ears too big.”

“No, it’s great. We look great.”

Before you can say anything else, he sets the drawing down on a crate and lifts the helmet off his head. He turns back to you and pulls you in for a kiss, holding you by your waist. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs against your lips. 

“Of course. It was morning,” you say, finishing with another kiss. 

“It was not nothing. It was sweet,” he says, kissing you again and pulling you into him closer. 

After he kisses you, he brings you in for a hug, resting your head against his breastplate.

“Thanks for giving me my first Christmas present,” he says softly. 

“You’re welcome. I’m just glad you like it.”

“I love it, cyar’ika.”

This just feels so nice, so natural again. You’ve missed his touch and affection for a while now. And while you would never pressure him and push him for something he isn’t ready for, you can’t deny that you’re enjoying this. It warms your heart to know that it was your Christmas present that made him feel comfortable enough to show you affection. You lean into his touch and wrap your arms around his waist just standing there and holding each other. 

“Do you have to go back to working on the Crest right now?” you say, pulling back to look at him, eyes pleading for more quality time with him.

“No, I guess not,” he says with a smirk. 

“Well, what do you wanna do now?”

“I have a few ideas,” he says, a hand trailing down to your ass, grabbing one cheek and squeezing it. You can’t believe your ears. 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” he says, pushing you lightly towards the cot. 

He continues kissing you and you move towards the cot, his hands roaming your body. All you can think about is how you have to get your clothes off already and feel his skin against yours; feel the warmth of his touch. As you reach the cot, you break away from the kiss, shedding layers of your clothes, and tossing them in a pile on the floor. You look at Din who’s simply overdressed and ask him, “Do you want me to take your armor off?” while passing a hand over the bugle in his flight suit. 

“Kriff, yes,” he says with a strained voice. 

And so you do, starting with his shoulder pauldrons and working downward. You remove each piece of armor, every weapon, and his cape until he’s down to just his flight suit and boots. He takes off his boots and sets them by the neat stack of armor in the corner of the room, leaving you to unzip his flight suit. You peel it off of him and his cock springs free. Now you’re completely bare in front of each other, with the exception of Din’s chain around his neck. You haven’t done anything like this in a while, and it feels natural; like everything is right in the galaxy for a fleeting moment. He’s glued to you almost immediately, marking your body with lips while his hands roam your flesh. He kisses you all over, murmuring words of love and praise into your skin. 

“You’re so beautiful, cyar’ika,” he says, lips ghosting along the curve of your waist. 

“How did I get so lucky?” he continues, falling to his knees and kissing along your groin, “Lay down for me, cyar’ika,” he says, peering up at you. His pupils are blown so wide that only a small ring of brown is left; so full of love.

You do as you’re told, lying down on the cot and your feet planted on the floor. He kneels in front of your legs, spreading them apart and immediately burying his face in your cunt. For someone who’s only taken up giving head since becoming an apostate, he’s surprisingly good at it already. His tongue swirls around your clit before moving down to your entrance. His nose grinds against your clit as he laps at your wetness, reveling in your taste and your scent. His eyes are locked on you, watching as your chest heaves up and down, admiring your lashes fanned out against your cheeks, and taking note of your perked-up nipples. He loves seeing the physical reactions you have as he pleases you. Your back arches up off the cot as you cum, stars dancing in your vision. He keeps licking your cunt through your orgasm, moaning as he tastes your release. Your back returns to the cot and he pulls away, resting his head on your inner thigh and looking up at you with the lower half of his face glistening. 

“You taste so good, cyar’ika,” he sighs, in complete bliss. 

You giggle and move to sit upright, getting ready to suck his cock. But he stops you pushing you back down on the bed lightly with his hand on your tummy.

“No, let me take care of you. You’ve been so patient with me…” he says with wide eyes as if he’s desperate to please you; desperate to seek your approval.

“Are you sure?”

“I am,” he says quickly. 

“You’re too sweet,” you say, as he stands up and gathers your wetness with his hand. He gives his cock a few strokes and you watch as pre-cum leaks from the tip and moves with the motion of his foreskin. He aligns himself with your entrance, getting ready to take you just like this, with him standing at the edge of the cut. But you stop him before he enters you. 

“Wait,” you say and he looks at you with wide eyes again. “I want you close to me,” you continue, inching up farther on the cot to make room for him. He nods and moves to hover over you. You spread your length to accommodate how broad he is and he slowly thrusts into you, sighing at the warm, inviting feeling encapsulating his cock. 

“Maker, I missed this,” he says, looking into your eyes with the same love-filled expression.

“You, feel so good, Din, ah!” you moan, your voice jumping an octave as he draws his hips back and slams into you.

He rests on his elbows on either side of your head, his face only inches away from yours. His chain dangles from his neck and makes contact with your chin. You look down at the silver metal, moving with each thrust Din makes, and take it into your mouth. His eyes widen and lets out a small gasp, followed but a guttural moan. 

“Kriff, cyar’ika, I didn’t know you were into that,” he says, mindblown by your small gesture.

“You like my chain in your mouth, huh? It’s for you and only you, mesh’la,” he continues, getting more and more turned on by the sight of his chain in between your teeth. And in that moment he decides he just has to kiss you. He takes the chain out of your mouth with his fingers and kisses you before you can protest. The kiss is ravenous and breathless, desperate even as if you’re going to slip away and he can’t get enough of you. He moans against your lips and keeps the same pace as he thrusts in and out of you. 

He pulls back and hovers over your face for a moment to look at you and say, “Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum,” always in Mando’a of course. You repeat the phrase back to him just before he crashes his lips against yours. And just as he does that you cum around his cock, walls fluttering and pulsating in rhythmic waves. Your orgasm triggers his own and he cums inside you, the head of his cock nestled against your cervix. Once he’s done and also feels the end of your orgasm, he pulls out and lies down beside you. You place yourself in the crook of his neck and rest against him, moving your hand to his chest and fiddling with his chain. 

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“For what? Having sex with you?”

“No, for being… the best. Like I said before, you’ve been so patient with me.”

“Of course, Din, You went through a lot.”

“I know but I shouldn’t have been so withdrawn…”

“It’s understandable, Din,” you say, turning and resting your chin on his chest to look at him. “I never took it personally,” you finish, twirling his chain in between your fingers.

“Thanks for my Christmas present,” he smiles.

“I’m glad you liked it. Maybe we can keep celebrating when you redeem yourself.”

“You know what? Why not?” he says, bringing a hand to the back of your head and pulling you closer for a kiss.

“Merry Christmas, Din,” you whisper against his lips.

“Merry Christmas, cyar’ika.”

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[pomegranateruin]

more cowboy din

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

doodled a baby Randy & First and then rapidly created an AU because baby Randy and dad First