#dincobb hurt/comfort bingo

[ful-crum]

Baaray bal Mirjahaal (Hurt and Comfort) (DinCobb; Hurt/Comfort)

rated T || No Archive Warnings Apply || 19k

A ruthless bombing by their enemies leaves Cobb in the medcenter and Din out of his mind with worry. Cobb speaks the truth while they're sedated. Din doesn't know how to deal with it.

An in-universe AU featuring Mando!Cobb. For the squares: Touch Starved, Miscommunication, Hiding an Injury, Bandaging the Other, and free Space (Amnesia). Featuring an ungoldy amount of pining, and a dash of idiots in love.

[kaijuscientists]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth Characters: Din Djarin, Cobb Vanth, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand Additional Tags: Bleeding Out, Crying, Sharp Objects, separated, Blood, Blood and Injury, Alternate Universe - Hockey, Near Fatal Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Angst, Hurt Din Djarin, Vomiting, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary:

A freak accident during a game between the Twin Suns and the Mythosaurs.

[meraki-viajera]

Soulmate Scar AU.  I’m excited about this one. I had extreme clarity for the first chapter months ago, then no other plot until recently. Excited to finally share it and hope you all will kudo/review.  https://archiveofourown.org/works/32154070/chapters/79667362

[captainkappa]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth, Din Djarin & Grogu | Baby Yoda & Cobb Vanth Characters: Din Djarin, Cobb Vanth, Grogu | Baby Yoda Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Western, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Period Typical Violence, Haunted Mandalorian Darksaber (Star Wars), Animal Death, Possession, Hanging for western style Law Enforcement Summary:

Din opened his door to find a grey-haired man passed out on his front step, which was surprising for a couple of reasons. First of all, because he lived on the very edge of the town of Nevarro, just out of the way enough to not be on the main road in or out. Second of all, the man got his gun talking.

 When a man shows up on Din's doorstep half-dead and with a mind full of revenge, Din thinks it's the perfect opportunity to rid himself of the cursed gun he owns. When their journey comes to an end, will Din be able to pass of the gun to its next owner?

My first fic for the h/c bingo! And it’s for casual cowboy Friday! And they’re haunted cowboys! What more could you ask for?

[intricatecakes]

DINCOBB HURT/COMFORT BINGO Hosted by the Take It Off Or I Will: DinCobb Discord Server

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• Fanworks can be fic, art, comics, etc. • Fanworks must primarily feature the Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth ship • One fanwork can cover multiple squares on the card. • Fanworks can be any rating you would like, but must be appropriately rated when posted to AO3. • Please tag for the usual archive warnings (Violence, MCD, Non-Con, Underage). • Fanfics need to be a minimum of 500 words each, but can be as long as you would like. • Works must be posted to AO3 in the event collection to count towards the Bingo card, but can be cross-posted on any of your own social media sites. • Posting works will start June 24, 2021 and run through June 30, 2021. Please be aware that the collection will not open until June 24th. • Works need to be posted by June 30th to count. • cap for hurt: you break it, you fix it <3

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[staranon95]

fanfic q's: 1, 10, 22, 25

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

OOF. it's gonna be a mix of On His Shoulders and In His Sorrow. Sorrow was haunting me for a few months and i love the direction it took

10. shortest wip of the year

i've got like this one DinCobb fic where Cobb usurps Bib Fortuna as the crime lord of Tatooine (to end slavery mind you) and Din is captured on Tatooine by the Red Key and is presented to Cobb as a gift. i only got like 200 words into it. it's more of a self indulgence fic than anything

22. events you participated in this year

the DinCobb Hurt/Comfort Bingo

DinCobb Week

DinCobb Big Bang

and then i'm also working on some sort of DinCobb holiday exchange thing. more than i've ever done lol

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

im gonna have more than one lol

Stack the Deck by @sof-gigante (the fic that got me into this fandom bless)

Just Business, Nothing Personal by @chamomileteainabuttercup (this is the fic that made me ship Boba/Cobb as my rarepair)

there's a place for you here by @captainkappa (mand'alor Din. this fic hits all my favourite buttons)

those are my current fixations. but i really should just start bookmarking fics on my ao3 lol

[asexualdindjarin]

hello here is my first attempt at the dincobb hurt comfort bingo featuring

Cobb's old man knees, honey, jizz music, a rude sandstorm, dins on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days.

read on ao3

[chamomileteainabuttercup]

Direct link to Chapter 8 - in which Cobb finally become a level 4 friend.

I don’t have any juice in me to do the Dincobb H/C Bingo this week, but this chapter does feature Din comforting a hurt Cobb platonically, if that’s any good to anyone?

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Boba Fett/Cobb Vanth, Din Djarin & Boba Fett, Din Djarin & Cobb Vanth Characters: Boba Fett, Cobb Vanth, Din Djarin, Jo (The Mandalorian TV) Additional Tags: Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, to be quite clear, we're talking WILLING consent but not ENTHUSIASTIC consent, freely agreed to not forced or coerced, but with some really mixed feelings, Aggression, enemies to fuckbuddies?, Masturbation, Power Play, Verbal Humiliation, Angry Sex, Canon-Typical Violence, Negotiations, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Butt Plugs, Under-negotiated Kink, Rough Sex, The Helmet Stays On, Prostate Massage, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Anal Beads, Storytelling, Fistfight, (not fisting), Blood and Injury, Angst, Mutual Pining, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, more plot than i intended, Blindfolds, Zip Ties, cable ties, Restraints, both people being jerks tbh, Kissing, Rough Kissing, A Whole Mess, multi-purpose red scarf of sex, Outdoor Sex, Scars Summary:

Cobb Vanth really, really doesn't want to be in Boba Fett's debt, but he has pressing concerns and no better options. What Fett wants from him in exchange is pretty sleazy, but as he says, it's just business, nothing personal.

This story grew out of this Tumblr post. Thanks djarining!

[hexedmaiden]

You Left My Heart An Open Wound

Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth

Words: 1,876 Rating: General Status: Complete

Summary: DinCobb Hurt/Comfort Bingo 2021: Miscommunication

He thought there was something more between them. But it doesn’t matter what he thought now. Cobb was a free man to do what he pleased. If it meant he wanted another man’s company, then who was Din to deny him?

─── ･ ��ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───   

link in the reblog and source

[wreathedinscales]

For the DinCobb Hurt/Comfort Bingo, Prompt: Exhaustion :D I thought that fit nicely with Cthulu

()

A knock on the door. Quiet, with a light scratching on each tap. As Cobb gets closer, his eyes drift lower on the door. That's where it's coming from.

He opens the door. Halfway to his knees is a creature wrapped in a robe made of old ship sails. Its green skin is still wet and smelling of salt.

Cobb lets out a short, shuddering breath. He crouches down and whispers, "How'd you get up here, huh?" The creature hums and babbles in a child's voice. "Really? Well, better getcha inside."

He carries the creature into his apartment. It's small, made smaller by the mountains of manuscripts and books clogging the walls from the kitchenette counters to the bathroom. His bed looks like it has paper for sheets. He clears some away to set the creature by the pillow.

"Bet you're tired," he murmurs to it, "Get some sleep." There's a hopefulness in his voice that phrases it like a question.

The creature tilts its head, big eyes blinking. If Cobb stares long enough, he can hear waves on a shore.

"Here. I got somethin' for yah." Cobb goes to the living room, where a desk has been smushed under one of the only windows. He brings back a statuette.

"I haven't...dreamt of anything in a while," he says, shifting a bit on his feet, "but I remember."

He holds it out: another creature, stranger than the one in front of him, carved expertly and horribly. An octopus-like head, great wings and claws. On its pedestal is a strange language, messier than the rest of the piece: "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."

The green creature makes a happy noise, holding out its claws. Cobb hands it over, watching with a smile as the creature pets and hugs the stone. It makes the bags under his eyes a little less pronounced.

At length, Cobb pulls the old hoodie tighter around him and says, "I've got some work to do. You enjoy that, okay?"

He heads back to his smothered desk. Adjusts the lonely, half-buried lamp. He grabs the book he'd been rereading and turns the page. Language like the statuette covers it. After ten years, he can read it well.

()

Mos Pelgo was a land-locked town, once. Outsiders can't tell, but it was. A hot, tiny town.

Then, for three days, a handful of people across the world had the same nightmare.

()

The whispers start at three in the morning.

At first, Cobb thinks it's raining. He spares an idle glance at the window, because he likes the rain. He stops altogether when he realizes it's not.

He keeps himself very, very still. He can hear his own heartbeat. The slightest creak in his bones. And the whispers of invisible rain.

Slowly, slowly, he turns off the lamp.

The creature does not make a sound. Perhaps it is sleeping. Oh, Cobb hopes it's sleeping. If it's sleeping, its father will know.

The whispers form hacking, growling syllables. Cobb's brain throbs. He breathes through it. Tears fall as loudly as they dare. He is so tired. Tired of not dreaming.

He doesn't realize he's fallen asleep until he opens his eyes to a twisted city.

()

Mos Pelgo isn't a group of buildings. It is its people. And its people follow their dreams.

()

Chanting, so familiar Cobb wants to weep. He's so tired.

Human voices can't hope to match the stirring monster, nestled in the middle of the city. Soon, all Cobb can hear is hideous grunts and gargled speech. Great eyes of red nebulae open like the doors of the world. They see him.

Cobb's suddenly very aware of how disgusting he must be. He hasn't changed in days, much less shaved. He must be pale and sallow from insomnia and frustration. He hopes the monster will understand. He hopes the monster knows it's all for him.

The monster pushes onto his paws. With a heave of stone and sea, he crawls forward until he looms directly over Cobb's reverence.

Cobb blinks.

A man is there. The monster seems frozen in place behind him. He is soaked in the sea, dark eyes bright. Cobb tries to breathe, because if he doesn't, he'll start sobbing like a child.

The man traces the circles under Cobb's eyes with rough thumbs. He leans forward until his salty lips touch Cobb's ear.

"Found you."

()

Mos Pelgo's leader is the only one who keeps dreaming. He tosses and turns, screams and moans. He wakes refreshed and determined. He knows where to take his people. He knows what awaits them.

He teaches them the words, writes and draws all he can. He hadn't been much for art before, but now his hands can't stop tracing every contour, every sharp curve of the City and its King. His people are enraptured.

Mos Pelgo now resides by the sea. Waiting, just as its master waits. Dreaming as its master dreams.

The leader knows the sacrifice he must make. He also knows that one day, one day, if he is loyal, if he is faithful, he will be rewarded.

()

Tentacles constrict Cobb's throat. Cobb keeps himself relaxed. He is not afraid of dying, not since the nightmares first came. The longer he can't breathe, the more fond the man looks.

They release him. Cobb doesn't want them to, until the man pulls his coughing mouth to his.

This time, a voice constricts Cobb's mind. It promises so many things. Violent things, gentle things, things Cobb has never heard of and things he'd always know. Cobb dives into the hissing tsunami and finally feels at peace.

The man pulls back, gripping Cobb's chin. "Come," it rasps, "sleep beside me."

He tears Cobb's throat open. Cobb wakes with a joyous shout.

He sprints to the mirror, now uncaring of the books he knocks over. He shoves the door open, flicks on the light—and there, on his throat: the monster's words.

In his bedroom, the creature coos.

()

Mos Pelgo descends. Its leader stays behind to maintain the bridge.

The chanting is swallowed by the water, until only he is left, singing an ancient, hoarse song.

()

Cobb lifts the creature. He lets it have the statuette. The words on his throat have become raised scars with jellyfish stinging. He follows the pain.

He leaves his apartment unlocked. He brings nothing but the clothes on his back and the creature still petting the statuette. Nothing else matters.

He is so, so tired.

The night is darker than any he's ever seen. He finds his way, step by step, sting by sting, until he hears the sea. He clutches the creature tighter and picks up the pace.

He can see it. The bridge. The City. The Monster. And the man, waiting at the edge with all his promises.

Cobb can finally, finally rest.

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A Little Bit of Solace (DinCobb; Hurt/Comfort)

rated E || No Archive Warnings Apply || 4.8k

Cobb has a nightmare. Din is there for comfort, and then something else.

Part of the DinCobb Hurt/Comfort Bingo 2021. Features Din and Cobb fucking for comfort after Cobb has a nightmare.

[kaijuscientists]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth, Din Djarin & Cobb Vanth Characters: Cobb Vanth, Din Djarin Additional Tags: Hiding an injury, Hypothermia, Blood, Blood and Injury, Blood Loss, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Head Injury, Concussions, Fainting, Exhaustion, Broken Bones, Probably bad first aid, Angst, Vomiting Summary:

Din takes Cobb along on a what is supposed to be a routine job.

A crash landing changes everything.

[dincobb-ao3feed]

by retrojupiter

(the start of) A comic for the Dincobb Hurt/Comfort Bingo! A minor accident and some good first aid.

Words: 0, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Din Djarin, Cobb Vanth

Relationships: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth

Additional Tags: Fanart, Hurt/Comfort, again VERY mild hurt, theyre married your honour

[captainkappa]

Fanfic:: Bad Habits

Cobb, never one for knowing when to keep his mouth shut, asked, “Do you do that often? Cauterizing yourself?”

Mando paused. “I used to.”

My second bingo fic is up! It’s really pulling its weight in terms of getting me a bingo and is actually the first fic I thought of for the event!

Huge shout out to @staranon95 for betaing and helping out with the ending!

AO3 Link

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When Cobb got called out of Mos Pelgo by Boba Fett of all people, he could handle it. He’d been prepared for a fight, but what he’d gotten was a job of all things. A couple of Zygerrians had set up shop outside of Mos Espa with the intent of revitalizing their corner of the slave market and Fett wanted them taken care of. Cobb had accepted, after the promise of payment and that Fett wasn’t doing this to “knock off competition in the market.”

When he walked out of the palace, coordinates in hand and he saw Mando – his Mando – standing stiff as a board beside his speeder, Cobb could handle it. He could handle it better if Mando gave any indication of remembering him, but he brushed it off. Mos Pelgo was a tiny town and Mando probably had way more important journeys in the months since he landed in Cobb’s neck of the woods.

When their speeders got blown up, Cobb could handle it. They both saw the gunman pop up before he fired, leaping off their speeders into the warm sand, ducking behind dunes as twinned explosions went off. They hadn’t known the Zygerrians were anticipating them, but they jumped into the fight all the same.

Leaning up against the heavy desk of the slavers, taking inventory of his injuries, Cobb was getting real tired of everything the day was throwing at him. He was just glad Din had stepped out to comm Fett with their situation; mission complete with all the slavers dead, but their speeders were unsalvageable and the slavers seemed to not own their own transport.

Cobb’s knee was going to complain for a couple of days, he’d gotten singed in a couple of places, scraped elsewhere, but there was really only one place that needed immediate attention; his shoulder, assumedly when he tackled that man right when he had busted in through the building. The armor, more ill-fitting than the Mandalorian armor, but still functional, had protected his vitals, but the vibroblade had skimmed off to clip his shoulder. It wasn’t so deep as he needed to panic, but it was deeper than he would've liked.

He was applying pressure when Mando walked in. Except for the tiredness weighing him down and scorching on the armor, the armored man looked the same as he did when they rolled up to the place.

He rolled his shoulders before leaning against the wall. “Shand says pick up in four hours.”

Cobb’s hand slipped from his shoulder. “What? What’s the karking hold up?” The outpost wasn’t that far away from the Palace.

“Minor sand gusts. Nothing terrible, but they can’t fly through it. And with it being the middle of the day…” He trailed off, not needing to explain to a local how everything shut down until at least one of the suns was leaving its apex.

A flair of pain pulsed from Cobb’s shoulder. He hissed, eyes snapping shut until the pain faded. He readjusted his grip, blood slipping through his fingers.

“Great. Do you have a medpack?”

“On the speeder.”

Cobb snorted, but the movement bit into his shoulder wound. “Dank farrik.”

He gritted his teeth against the pain and looked around the room again. It was a cushy office space, not a well-stocked med-station. Even so, they had been prepared enough to have blasters on hand. Surely assholes of this caliber would have something-

There.

He hobbled over to the cabinet, shoving aside a dead slaver in his way. He picked up the bottle and uncorked it with his teeth as he walked back to his seat, half falling into it.

“Spotcka?” Mando asked.

“Multi-purpose. Great for bar fights.”

Cobb tore off his scarf one handed, half choking himself in the quick movement. He took a swallow for himself – Maker knew he deserved it – then poured enough onto his scarf for the majority of it to turn a dark maroon.

He slapped it on the wound, hissing as the alcohol burned. With his elbow, he nudged the bottle to Mando.

“Go on, clean yourself up. Alcohol does great at carbon scoring.”

He took the bottle and stepped away from Cobb, into a corner of the room untouched by the bloodshed, setting it on a small table. Cobb shrugged to himself. If the man wanted to treat himself in peace, he wouldn’t judge. Maybe he wanted to remove the helmet for a drink. He wouldn’t pursue the matter.

There were larger issues at hand, either way. He slowly lifted the scarf and folded it to a point to better clean at the edges of the injury. The angle wasn’t great, but he had enough faith in himself to clean out most of the grit.

He brought the sweat drenched shirt cuff to his mouth and bit down as he pressed deeper in, not wanting to disturb the silence between the two of them with his cries as he got more dirt and sand out.

His arm dropped and he let in a big gulp of air, the rank smell of sweat getting to him. As he breathed in the dry air, he realized it wasn’t the smell of sweat that was tingling his nostrils.

It smelled like burning.

He turned and saw Mando hunched in the corner, running a sparking instrument over his bicep. It didn’t look like any medical instrument Cobb had seen and even if it was, he suspected that wasn’t the type of thing a person used on themselves, especially with the bit-back groan that escaped the Mandalorian.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Cobb exclaimed

Mando’s head snapped up, tool skittering off in the wrong direction across his skin, leaving an angry red trail. He cursed, turning it off before answering.

“You said to clean myself up!” he said, defensiveness thick in his voice.

Cobb pulled himself up, his knee screaming at all of the movement, but he’s not about to let Mando get off easy with this. He drags a side table over, the lamp falling off with the sharp movement. He sits unceremoniously down beside Mando.

“Not if it meant making your arm a damn fricassee. Lemme see.”

That bucket of Mando’s didn’t move, but with a sharp movement, he pulled back the torn sleeve of his shirt to reveal the half-cauterized wound. The bleeding was sluggish, staining the fabric an even darker brown. It definitely looked deep, so why hadn’t he said anything?

Cobb bit back his scowl. “Gimme that,” he said, nodding his head at the tool in his hand.

“It’s deep.”

“So? Burns can get infected too. You’re just coming at it from a different angle. Same sarlacc, different pit. Now gimme.”

Din handed over the offending piece, which Cobb put out of arm’s reach on the counter.

“Now, hand me the spotchka.”

He did so and after his speeder getting blown up, the fight going south quicker than expected, the long extraction time, and his shoulder smarting like nothing else, Cobb wasn’t particularly nice. He let a splash of it run down Mando’s arm, causing him to jump back and hiss.

“What was that for?”

“To clean it!”

He knew he should be more worried that Din hadn’t considered a safer, less painful method of taking care of himself, but right now he was angry, so he splashed more spotchka on the wound. Mando’s hiss was quieter this time.

Cobb moved to press his own scarf on the wound, but paused when he saw how much of his own blood he had already got on it. None of this was sanitary, but he had to draw a line in the sand at some point. He looked around for something else to scavenge. There was a thin blanket thrown over a couch that would have to do. Cobb leaned back, ripping a strip from the blanket. He ripped it in two, soaking one in alcohol and setting the other aside.

He glanced up and saw Mando continue to stare at him. Even in the armor, the way he held his arm close to him made him look like a skittish anooba.

“I gotta… make sure it’s clean,” he said, holding up the soaked cloth. “It’s deep,” he added lamely.

But that seemed to be enough, as Mando relaxed his arm, holding it out. Cobb gently took his elbow, pulling it even closer. He stilled underneath him as he ran the cloth over his arm.

If the silence before felt comfortable, now it was oppressive, or maybe it was because both of their breathing felt too loud.

Cobb, never one for knowing when to keep his mouth shut, asked, “Do you do that often? Cauterizing yourself?”

Mando paused. “I used to.”

His free hand flexed at his side before rucking up his sleeve further. There was more burnt flesh, jagged, blackened raised lines of various sizes. He felt his stomach dip out from underneath him.

“Stars.” Cobb ran a finger around the edge of one fully healed absentmindedly. He pulled away as he felt the shiver run up Mando’s arm.

“Shit, sorry.”

“No, I’m fine,” Mando said, a rasp to his voice that argued otherwise.

Cobb wasn’t a stranger to folks who jumped at sudden touches. There were deep buried memories of a time when he jumped at the slightest friendly touch. Took years to teach that out of a person; most people in Mos Pelgo had experience with it or helping someone through it.

Cobb straightened up, putting a little distance between him and Mando.

“Do you want me to… keep cleaning it?”

He shrugged with his one good arm. “Can’t tie a knot with one hand.”

Pragmatic, the bastard.

But if Mando could be stubborn, so could he.

“I can tie the bandage, but you could clean it. Whatever you’re comfortable with Mando.”

Mando’s voice filled the room with an unexpected gruffness. “I said it’s fine.”

“Alrighty then.”

Cobb quickly went back to cleaning the wound, much more aware of Din’s reactions than he was before, but Mando didn’t say anything else. Cobb made sure to clean beyond just the initial cut, making sure the burn l when he startled Mando didn’t get infected as well.

When he finished, he tossed the dirty scrap into a corner of the room. He picked up the clean scrap and tied it tightly around the cut.

“Probably need stitches on that, but it’ll hold.” Cobb glanced down at his chronometer. They still had an awful long time till Boba’s buddies made it out to them. “You hurt anywhere else?”

For what felt like an awfully long time, Mando stayed silent, before saying, “Might have broke my finger.”

“Let me see.”

Din held up his hand on the same arm, stripping it of the glove in awkward, jerky movements. A visual check revealed nothing looking out of place, no obvious bulging or bruising, but Cobb knew from experience that sometimes broken bones could be tricky.

“I’m gonna have to… try and feel it out.”

He goes rigid, barely moving.

Cobb holds up his hands placatingly. “We don’t have’ta! You can probably… do it yourself?”

“No, no, you do it.”

“Alright, partner.”

Cobb wasn’t a medic by any stretch of the term, but years of enslavement meant that he could tell a fracture from a break from a healed bone. Poke at something long enough and he’d find the break. He started with Mando’s hand, taking each finger in hand and feeling them up. The tendons in Mando’s hand stuck out prominently, the tension evident.

“How’d you come to meet a man like Boba Fett?”

“They followed me for the armor. Nearly shot me for it and then he helped me with another matter.”

“That involve the kid?” Cobb winced internally at the question. He was trying to relax the man, get him to open up more, but he had noticed the absence of the little green guy, and if Mando brought the kid to a krayt dragon fight, then he brought him everywhere.

Mando stilled, but the tension in his hand faded. If there was something he knew about Mando, one of the few things was that he thought more than he spoke. That didn’t mean he thought before he spoke. Cobb remembered how he volunteered Mos Pelgo without asking, but there was still intention behind his words. As Cobb moved on from Din’s fingers to his palm, he imagined that this was what was going on in Mando’s brain.

“The kid is safe.”

If that’s all Mando was offering, he’ll take it. “That’s good to hear.”

No reaction with the bones of his palm, and with his hand more relaxed, Cobb moved down to his wrist and immediately, Mando hissed.

“Ah, there it is. Don’t move.”

Mando’s wrist stayed in the air as Cobb ripped up more strips of blanket. The room was starting to smell now with scents that Cobb didn’t want to be familiar with but he was. He hoped it wouldn't sink into his clothes.

He came back to Din’s wrist and began binding it as well as he could with the limited supplies. Mando remained still, not ramrod straight like he had been, but still as not to interrupt Cobb’s work trying to make sure his wrist didn’t move in the bindings.

When he was halfway done with the scrap, trying to calculate whether he needed to tie another scrap to make it longer, his shoulder twinged in pain, making its annoyance at being forgotten known. He bit back a hiss.

“Hold that there- good,” he said, letting Mando hold the bandage in place while Cobb reached for the spotchka with one hand, pressing the hole with another.

He took another drink, pain already numbing.

“Probably shouldn’t have all this alcohol”

“Probably not, but it’s great before and after a fight. Best damn drink I had of my life was after the krayt dragon. Shame you weren’t there. Should’ve invited you.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Cobb paused, bottle halfway to his lips for another drink.

“You were dead set on leaving. And if I may be so selfish, I couldn’t bear to look at that armor off my body any longer.”

Din nodded slowly. “I’m… sorry I left you with nothing.”

He finished taking a drink, a wry smile on his lips. “Yeah, you left us with no krayt dragon.”

“I mean no protection.”

“The krayt dragon was most of our problems anyway. And this-” he tapped the center of his chest plate “-has served me well. Well, mostly.” He tipped a little spotchka into his shoulder, hissing as he did so. Had the bleeding started slowing down?

Mando held out his unbandaged hand. “Here, let me.”

“I can handle it, Mando.”

“Din.”

Cobb stopped, brain trying to process what he had said as Mando continued.

“My name is Din. You patched me up, so I’m patching you up.”

Cobb was about to shrink back, to go back to drinking, but then he looked at the slope of Mando- Din’s shoulders, the tilt of his head, the steadiness of his hand. And then his shoulder twinged again.

“Alright, partner, but I gotta get that wrist set first. Not gonna have you mess up my good work tryin’a dote on me.”

Din nodded and Cobb got right back to work on his wrist. No sooner had he finished wrapping up Din’s wrist was Din reaching for the now torn up blanket, slicing at it with a knife he pulled from his boot.

“Should be clean.”

A snort – an actual snort – came out of Din’s helmet. “Should be, dropped half the damn bottle on it.”

“Hey, I’m drinking for two.”

Din just shook his head before leaning over, wrapping make-shift bandages over his shoulder. This close, Cobb thought he would be able to feel Din’s breath if it wasn’t for the helmet. They had never gotten this far in each other’s spaces that first time he met, and suddenly he felt himself freezing in place.

After a few seconds of silence, with Din pulling the bandages into place, Din spoke up, “You asked if I cauterized myself often. I did, until I met Grogu. Stopped doing a lot of stuff once I got him. I think losing him… made it easier to pick up those habits.”

“I get it.” Din’s helmet tilted up, and Cobb shrugged with his good shoulder. “I do, I have lifetimes of bad habits I’ve lost and picked back up. It takes a lot to get out of those habits.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say hi earlier.”

Cobb let out a sharp laugh. “I’m just glad I saw you again. Wasn’t expecting to ever again in my lifetime.”

Din started wrapping the bandages tighter. “Really?”

“Yeah, you were made for spaces bigger than Mos Pelgo, than Tatooine.”

“Hold this for me?” Cobb took the end of the bandage from him. Din took the other end and started twining them together, Cobb trying to help as he realized he was trying to tie a knot.

Cobb was about to think his comment would go unnoticed, when Din said, “A Mandalorian keeps their word.”

Cobb’s gaze snapped up and he tried to find Din’s eyes in that black visor. Was he misreading the intent in his voice? 

The moment was broken by Din sharply tugging on the knot. Cobb bit back a curse as Din leaned back.

“Well, we’re not gonna bleed out at this rate,” Cobb said, testing out how much movement he had.

“Boba should have better medical facilities.”

“Oh, is the high and mighty Fett gonna share with the people?”

Din tilted his helmet. “Do you… know why he came back?”

Cobb shook his head. “I was too busy making sure he paid me fairly.”

So, Din explained Shand’s and Fett’s plans for Tatooine, talk of abolition and ridding the planet of corruption. It wasn’t talk that Cobb had heard before, especially not someone who better had the manpower to put weight behind the words. It was enough that Cobb didn’t outright laugh in Din’s face at the idea. And if it meant he got hired to take out a few slavers in the meantime, it might be worth it.

Hired with Din as well…

He inhaled sharply as he forcibly steered his mind in another direction. He succeeded in distracting himself only when he got a lungful of the scent of death. He choked and coughed on the feeling. He was just glad that Din didn't pound his back, not sure if his body would be able to take it, but Din’s hand rested on his knee.

“’M fine, I’m fine. We should see if Boba can get us out of here sooner. That or we have to start moving bodies.”

The two looked around the room, neither wanting to move anything in their injured states. Din nodded, pulling out his commlink.

Fett’s voice piped through the speaker. “Djarin, how are you two doing?”

“Good, patched up as best we can, but a transport would really be nice.”

“Gettin’ real rank in here, Fett!” Cobb called out. “And Din said you had bacta to spare which I’d really appreciate!”

He heard the crackly laughter through the speaker. “Does this mean you two are getting on better?”

“I- yes?”

“Good, transport will be there within the hour.”

“Wait, what happened to four- Boba?!” Din shouted as the call clicked off.

Cobb couldn’t help the unexpected laugh at Din’s outburst, even as the movement pulled on his bandages.

“What was that about?” he asked when he had the air to breathe.

Din sighed, tucking his comm back into his belt. “I haven’t a clue.”

“Do you want to sit outside?” Cobb offered. “Might be some shade now.”

He watched as Din’s gaze swept the room.

“Sure, can’t smell much worse out there.”

The two less so walked out of the building than they did hobble, Cobb’s knee flaring up quicker than expected, forcing him to lean on Din, but there was a corner of shade they could sit under.

They settled, side by side, barely an inch of space between them. The desert in front of them was calm, with most critters burrowed underground until at least two suns started setting.

Cobb turned his head just enough to look at Din.

“I know it’s a late invitation,” he started, “but would you want to come back for a drink once we’re properly patched up?”

Din turned to look at him, and Cobb was struck with how much easier it was to see himself in the helmet than it was to see Din.

“Sure, just no spotchka.”

Cobb huffed out a laugh. “Alright, partner. No spotchka.”

[swfandomevents]

June Round Up

After a busy May I hope you’re also ready for a busy June! Decided to go for more of a list style this time.

Fandom Events in June

All month:  @jedijune, more info including themes here

June 1-7 @kenfetti-week​, submission deadline was May 16, reveals at this AO3 collection during the event week

June 6-12 @cloneshipweek event week, prompt announcement May 23rd

@dinlukenation’s DinLuke week, prompts here

June 14-20 @subcodyweek event week, prompts list here

June 20-26 @bobadinweek’s Mini Father’s Day Fest on June 20, more info here

@celebraterogueone’s event, more info here

@quiobi-omegaverse week, prompts here

DinCobb Hurt/Comfort Bingo event June 24-30, more info here

June 27-30 Rare character appreciation day - June 27 for Knol Ven'nari and Commander Neyo, more info here

Other Fandom Event Info

@finn-week is currently in interest check until June 1st, you can find their survey here. 

@bobfbigbang sign ups are open until June 1, you can find more info here.

@kenobi-gen-exchange is open for nominations until June 5 and signups from June 5-19. More info at their 2021 post here.

@dincobbweek will have voting on prompts June 6-July 10, check out their blog for the post when that goes up.

@clonewarspx​‘s tag nominations will open June 11, and signups will open June 19.

Also check out the SW Book Club and SW Fic Reading Club if you’re interested for what they’re reading in June.

[staranon95]

Last Line Tag

Tagged by @smilecapsules

rules: post the last line you wrote for a WIP and tag fellow writers to do the same.

exciting!! well here’s what i got for a DinCobb hurt/comfort bingo fic

Din blinks slowly—languidly. Cobb wants to move this conversation to the bedroom, so they can lay out together. But he’ll wait before he even suggests that. Din is clearly working through a lot. 

im tagging @sorcererinslytherin @shadeofazmeinya @intricatecakes and @chamomileteainabuttercup