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  • harrylee94
    27.10.2021 - 6 hours ago

    In Calm Or Stormy Weather - Chapter 6

    You can also find this on AO3!

    Summary: By the time they finally reached the castle doors, the doors were already open for them, his guard awaiting their return and his servants scurrying around to stand at attention. He hated that he had given them next to no warning, but it had been so important that Mando and the child felt comfortable in this new environment, and he had purposefully dulled down his appearance for the past week or more specifically for them, that he'd held onto that image of himself longer than he perhaps should have.

    Notes: Shorter chapter than usual, but hey look! A Cobb POV chapter!

    Chapter 5


    You've returned!

    Coming home after a long journey was one of Cobb’s favourite pastimes. The city of Mos Pelgo was always vibrant and bright, the wellspring the castle itself had been built upon used to irrigate the surrounding land into an artificial paradise, and the markets were always loud and full of spices and items for sale from across the country under great overhanging strips of canvas that shaded the streets. It was the jewel in the crown of achievements his family had crafted through the generations, and a haven for all.

    There had been times in the past when people had tried to steal it, to take it and his birth right from him. They had plotted and kidnapped and even raised armies, and those years had been the hardest in his life. He had lost so much and suffered through great hardships, but seeing the smiling faces of his subjects, knowing that it was him who brought them the safety and peace they needed to thrive, was all the reward he needed.

    He greeted each of the fae folk who reached and called out to him in turn, even as he led the party through the crowd and deeper into the city. He wanted them to know that he appreciated and loved each and every one of them, no matter their heritage.

    Walking through the marketplace, with the air heavy with magic from various street performers, crafters and even just the occasional food vendor, Cobb ensured that his glamour was fully locked in place. His people knew this shape, with his great wings and rainbow hair, and though he did occasionally change a detail here and there, he wanted to keep himself consistent for them.

    By the time they finally reached the castle doors, the doors were already open for them, his guard awaiting their return and his servants scurrying around to stand at attention. He hated that he had given them next to no warning, but it had been so important that Mando and the child felt comfortable in this new environment, and he had purposefully dulled down his appearance for the past week or more specifically for them, that he'd held onto that image of himself longer than he perhaps should have.

    Werlo, a tree nymph whose skin was as wrinkled as the bark on his tree and could have been easily mistaken for one himself, stepped forwards to greet him with a ready smile.

    "You've returned!"

    "I have, thank you for noticing," Cobb teased, grasping the nymph's arm briefly before stepping back. "I apologise for the short notice."

    "It's not often you surprise us like this," Werlo agreed, and looked over Cobb's shoulder, no doubt noticing their guest.

    "I had a good reason," he argued, and turned to wave at Mando. He was about to make his introductions, but the words shrivelled up and died in his mouth.

    Mando was holding the child tight to his chest, which wasn't all that surprising considering how many strangers were in the vicinity, but there was a tension in his shoulders that made Cobb feel queasy. It was the same sort of tension he'd seen the night they'd met, a bone deep fear that had taken almost the entire time they had been together to calm, but now it was back, and Cobb didn't understand why.

    He turned back to Werlo with an apologetic smile. "Introductions will have to wait. Could you gather us up some grub and send it to my rooms for now? A feast can wait for this evening. And have a crib set up in one of the guest suites. The ones nearest to mine."

    "Sure thing, boss," Werlo said with a knowing smirk and quickly turned to the gathered servants to pass on instructions.

    Cobb gave the gathered Fae a nod and headed back to his travelling companions.

    Jo and Malakili had stepped up to flank Mando, to give him a barrier against the throng of strangers, and they were sending him subtle glances every so often, even as Jo kept the child entertained by changing her hair and making faces. Mando, however, remained as still as stone, only shifting to straighten his back when Cobb approached. It was unnerving, especially with how his mask kept his face entirely hidden.

    "They're just setting up your room," he said, hoping to ease some of the tension from Mando's shoulders, but his words only seemed to have the opposite effect.

    "I see."

    Cobb cringed. Even his voice had become difficult to read. He should have explained things before, given him a chance to prepare for the crowds and time to process Cobb’s rank.

    "I'm having lunch sent to my rooms if you wanna join me," he said, hoping that perhaps the privacy would be appealing, especially with how things had been between them.

    "I'd rather just go to my room, thank you."

    Cobb's heart sank, and he struggled to keep his disappointment from showing, though with his wings on display that was a little more difficult than it had been before.

    "Yes. Yes, of course, you must be tired," he said instead with a forced smile. "I'll make sure a bath is drawn for you." He wanted so badly to reach out and touch him, but Mando's body language screamed at his discomfort, and so he left him be. "I'll be sure to call on you for the feast."

    He lingered, hoping that Mando would reach out for him, would break from his fear and weariness and realise that Cobb was there to help him, but when nothing happened he sighed and stepped away.

    "Jo, can you make sure Mando and the kid here get to their room safely?" he asked.

    "Sure thing," Jo said with a nod, her own concern flashing in her eyes but she stepped around him, waving to the masked man. "Follow me; won't be far."

    Mando grunted and trailed after her, never once looking back as he was led into the castle. He hated that he couldn't be the one to do it himself, but he didn't want to scare Mando any further.

    Perhaps after a day of rest things would be better.


    Patience is a virtue, but in this case...

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  • harrylee94
    26.10.2021 - 1 day ago

    In Calm Or Stormy Weather - Chapter 5

    You can also find this on AO3!

    Summary: “Sometimes I wonder why I put up with her,” he mumbled.

    “Because she’s your friend,” Din said, “and you love her.”

    Cobb huffed. “Yeah, you’re right.” He stepped forwards a few paces, then turned back to him with a soft smile, holding out his hand. “You coming?”

    Notes: This chapter skips a lot of time, but I hope I managed the transition well? *shrugs*

    Chapter 4


    But especially you

    It had taken almost an hour to get moving again once the troll had been sent away, Malakili dragging the deer the last few hundred yards to properly prepare it for later cooking and consumption, making sure nothing would go to waste, and the rest of the camp reconvened to gather as many of their supplies as they could. Jo had helped take care of any wounds that the others had sustained as well, revealing that fae had yet more magic that Din hadn’t been aware of, while he sat to the side with a lap full of a sleeping fae and a small toddler who needed some physical attention.

    Cobb had slept through the entire hour, and then some, Din having to carry him on his back with the child strapped to his front because the man would start panicking in his sleep otherwise. It wasn’t exactly difficult or uncomfortable, even if he did seem to be made entirely of lanky limbs, he just felt like he was putting more of a burden on the others when they had to carry more. They, of course, just waved him off.

    “He doesn’t trust people like this,” Jo had told him as they’d been getting ready to leave. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him relax so completely in another person’s presence.”

    It had been humbling to hear, and it also made Din feel a little guilty for still feeling unable to give them more than what he already had. They weren’t asking for more, but the fact that they were giving him so much made him feel like he should.

    He couldn’t push himself to take that final step though, not yet, and so he simply followed behind everyone in relative silence, Cobb’s soft hair brushing against his exposed neck as his head rested against Din’s shoulder.

    He’d awoken when they’d stopped for their midday meal, stirring only slightly at first, then gently blinking awake until he was sitting up and rubbing a hand over his face. He was incredibly embarrassed when he’d realised what had happened, and Jo and the rest of his friends teased him about how he’d ‘held Mando like a dragon hoards its gold’. He’d apologised profusely, his cheeks ruddy and warm, but Din had surprised himself and told him he would do it again in a heartbeat.

    What was even more surprising was the fact that it was true.

    Cobb’s display was never brought up in conversation after his awakening; it was simply pushed aside to focus instead on their journey and keeping each other safe. The child had become more clingy since then as well, and if he wasn’t holding onto Din in some way, he was trailing after Cobb and hugging his legs, if he hadn’t already been scooped up by the silver-haired man that was.

    The look Cobb would send his way, requesting permission before even touching the kid each time this happened, made Din all the more willing to give it, and it made his own fondness for him swell.

    Ever since Cobb had protected the child, Din had spent more and more time in his company, preferring it most over any others’ in the camp. The courage he’d shown when facing that great beast had stuck with him, and still he was so gentle and kind to the kid. He wanted to know this man, wanted to understand him and, though he would never admit it aloud, perhaps hold him again.

    It was nearly a week after Din had first escaped his home when they finally reached the edge of the forest, the trees thinning and becoming younger in appearance, until they were nothing more than saplings, revealing a great stretch of land before a great wall of mountains, snow tipped and smothered in thick, white clouds.

    "There's a path through," Cobb had told him when he'd asked where they were supposed to go. "Only those who live here could find it. Don't want prying eyes to find it, after all."

    After that Din had expected to be blindfolded, but instead the troupe went out of their way to point out the signs. He noted the thickness of the grass, the shape and colour of the boulders, and the scattering of particular flora. He noted the winding pathways that led nowhere and were to be avoided, and how the way forward involved hopping between stepping stones. By the time they finally reached the entrance of the path, Din had been shown so many things that he knew he'd have trouble remembering them all.

    The path was more of a tunnel than anything else, though it was wide enough to bring two wagons side by side once you got past the entrance. The walls curved like the walls of a burrow, and they were lined with roots and even a few carved supports. There was also an eerie glow throughout, provided by a mixture of fungi and stones growing or placed at regular intervals.

    It was there, at the entrance, that Cobb took Din aside with a serious frown.

    "Mando," he said. "Before we go any further, I need you to know; whatever you decide here and now, you can always change your mind, and none of us would stop you."

    Din swallowed around a lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. "Decide?"

    "If… if you want to come with us to Mos Pelgo," Cobb clarified. He looked so nervous, and yet so hopeful when he looked at Din, his shoulders hunched and his hands fiddling nervously at his side's. "If you want to leave, then I can get Jo or Malakili to guide you, but if you want to stay with us then-"


    Cobb's mouth moved wordlessly, and the child giggled from where he was gripping Din's hair.

    "Uh, yes?" the silver haired man said after a few moments.

    "Yes," Din repeated, his smile hidden but he knew Cobb could hear it in his voice. "I would like to go to Mos Pelgo, and the castle, with you."

    "Wi-with me?" Cobb stuttered, his cheeks burning cherry red.

    Din smirked. "Yes. You and Jo and Malakili and everyone else."

    Cobb's shoulders fell, looking away. "Oh."

    Din looked at him, at how disappointed he appeared, and he touched the man's chin, bringing his head up again. "But especially you."

    "O-oh," Cobb said, and Din couldn’t help but be enchanted by the look of awe Cobb gave him.

    The child cooed as Din leaned his head forwards and pressed his brow to Cobb’s. He felt Cobb still at the touch, but he relaxed against him with a sigh, and Din felt Cobb’s hand come to rest on the back of his neck. It was incredibly intimate, more than anything Din had ever offered anyone before, and yet it felt so right.

    Unfortunately, a cough drew them apart, and they found Jo smirking at them with her hands on her hips.

    “If you two lovebirds are quite finished,” she said with a smirk, “we’re ready to keep going. I take it you’ll be joining us, Mando?”

    “I will be,” Din agreed.

    “Good!” she said with a bright smile. “I’d hate to have to deal with Cobb sulking the rest of the way.”


    The colourful woman cackled and headed down into the tunnel, ignoring the look of ire Cobb sent her way.

    “Sometimes I wonder why I put up with her,” he mumbled.

    “Because she’s your friend,” Din said, “and you love her.”

    Cobb huffed. “Yeah, you’re right.” He stepped forwards a few paces, then turned back to him with a soft smile, holding out his hand. “You coming?”

    Din looked at the hand for several seconds before slowly, carefully, slipping his gloved fingers through Cobb’s and stepping next to him. “Yeah.”

    They walked through the tunnel hand in hand, Cobb’s friends occasionally making comments on it, but most of them seemed to have taken part in a wager, as coin was exchanged over the next few minutes. It was strange, to have something like his life used as a source of gambling, but Din knew it was all in good spirit, and he did enjoy the way Cobb whined and complained at them.

    The path itself was a winding one, going deeper and deeper into the mountain’s roots and the light of the day was swallowed entirely within moments. It was only the light from the fungi and light stones that kept them from losing their way, and even then Din could see forks in the road as they walked. Cobb and their party walked with ready familiarity though, not even hesitating where Din would surely have faltered.

    “The way out is easy,” Malakili explained when Din had been caught looking between paths. “It’s only the paths inwards that branch out; you only have to go forwards on the way to the border.”

    Now that it had been pointed out, Din could see now that the branching paths only ever went in one direction, and never back, and he wondered who could have designed them. Whoever it had been, they were surely a maze designed to disorientate, no doubt deadly if one turn was taken wrong, as there seemed to be no discernible way to distinguish the right direction from the wrong. The others tried to point out the differences, but with the light and his mask making things ever so slightly obscured, he couldn’t quite keep up this time.

    They made camp for what Din hoped was the night in an alcove that was designed for this situation in particular, eating cold meats and vegetables before turning in for the night, but they were off again once everyone had rested. It was disorientating, to wake to the same light as he had fallen asleep to, but with the child on his back and Cobb’s hand once again entwined with his own, Din was able to push the discomfort aside and head every onwards.

    The sun was dazzling when they finally stepped out of the tunnel, this entrance just as well hidden and guarded as the first, and Din took care to pay attention again as they showed him the way. It was as they stepped off this route and onto what seemed to be a road that Din took in his new surroundings.

    Whereas on one side of the mountain there was verdant forests, fresh green foliage and the threat of rain ever in the air, here it was dry, the sky almost cloudless over an arid land. There were dunes of sand as far as the eye could see, with the occasional rocky outcrop. It was almost completely barren, and Din couldn’t see signs of anything living.

    He had never seen so much sand in his entire life.

    “Mos Pelgo’s about twenty miles, that way,” Cobb said, pointing out into the desert. “It’ll take the best part of two nights to get there.”


    Cobb nodded. “The heat is too much during the day. We’ll rest here until sundown.”

    They did as he’d instructed, Din letting the child down so he could play in the sand, though he did complain when it got in his clothes, but soon enough the sun was setting and their journey continued.

    With the sky now open to them, Cobb started to tell stories of the constellations, pointing them out to Din with their joined hands and whispering their tales as the kid slept against Din’s chest. Din, in turn, exchanged these tales with his own, the constellations in many cases being very similar, but bearing sometimes drastically different stories. Cobb’s stories involved more travelling and magic, of quests that involved finding oases in the desert, or great treasures of untold value and using wits to solve great puzzles and escape difficult situations, while Din’s were more of conquest and battles, fights against great beasts and champions of old using strength and clever tactics.

    The exchange really showed Din how different their cultures were, how one held life and knowledge high, and the other, physical prowess and leadership. He couldn’t help but wish that there had been more stories of wit over strength in his home, but it wasn’t meant to be.

    On the second night, after a day of hiding from the sun in their tents next to a well hidden well, the city finally came into view. It was barely visible at first, just barely a slightly larger shadow on the horizon that steadily grew bigger and bigger. The domed roofs of the castle began to take shape, and then the high walls that surrounded it, and as they came ever closer, the sun announcing their closeness to dawn, Din realised that the walls were dozens of feet high and many hundreds of feet in diameter.

    They were the same shade of yellow as the sand, bleached out from the sun, but he was led around the walls towards what must have been the main gate. The sun had risen significantly by the time they reached it, by which time Din had seen many humanoids of varying shapes and sizes, all of whom had something slightly magical about them, be it something like what Cobb’s friends were displaying, or even so far as being half animal.

    He wanted to stare at these creatures, but restrained himself, squeezing Cobb’s hand to keep himself tethered in the moment, but the child, who had been moved to his back once they’d broken their fast, was looking at each new face with wide eyes. There were beings with goats horns curling around their similarly animalistic ears, hooves and furred legs, some even with their entire lower halves as a horse’s body, or arms replaced with feathered wings. Some had vines and leaves for hair, their skin varying shades of green, or pink like cherry and apple blossoms. There were a few who were exceedingly small -- elves, Din recalled -- or very tall or large, and as they came upon the gates a crowd of new beings assaulted his eyes.

    “Don’t forget; you can change your mind.”

    Din tore his eyes away from the impossible mass of creatures to look at Cobb, who was looking uncomfortable and guilty.

    “I haven’t told you everything there is to know about me,” he continued, giving Din’s hand a squeeze, “and some of it… Just, don’t be mad, okay?”

    Din couldn’t answer, already overwhelmed by all the sights and sounds, but then Cobb’s form began to ripple like it had on the night with the troll, and his hair morphed into that assortment of colours and feathers, wings spreading out from his back. There was no light this time, not that Din could see anyway, but there was something about him that seemed to almost glow.


    Cobb pulled his hand away, continuing to send Din a fervent, pleading look before he turned away, stepping forwards and into the crowd. Din didn’t understand what was happening, but then the people started to gasp and point.


    “It’s the king!”

    “Your majesty!”

    “The king’s back!”

    “King Cobb!”

    The crowd parted, allowing them through to the guards who allowed them past without any fuss, and Din vaguely took note of the luscious greens of the fields that were protected beyond the gates, of the palm trees and farms, and then of the bright colours of what must have been a market, the scents and sounds of it all enough to be overwhelming on their own, but as the people about them continued to cry out to Cobb in greeting, his mind could only focus on one question:

    Had this all been a ruse?


    So close, and yet so far...

    Chapter 6

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  • correct-mando
    26.10.2021 - 1 day ago

    din: i’m kinda crushing on someone but i’m worried about telling you who it is cause you’re not gonna like it

    boba: just rip the bandage off

    din: it’s cobb vanth

    boba: put the bandage back on.

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  • firehart9
    25.10.2021 - 1 day ago

    Went down south to see my parents, just had A Lovely conversation with my father why they should bring back cobb in the mandalorian instead of cara.

    #Even my 65 yr old dad agrees cobb should come back #And hes right #Cobb vanth#ramblings#the mandolorian
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  • luz-introvertida
    25.10.2021 - 1 day ago

    what the hell is up with din djarin having tension with everyone…. omera? frog lady?? cobb vanth??? luke skywalker???? whore.

    #we love an introvert who’s unaware of his whorish ways #he <3333#text post#din djarin#the mandalorian#star wars#pedro pascal #josé pedro balmaceda pascal #omera#frog lady#cobb vanth#luke skywalker
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  • harrylee94
    25.10.2021 - 2 days ago

    In Calm Or Stormy Weather - Chapter 4

    You can also find this on AO3!

    Summary: “We’ll have to hunt for more supplies.”

    “That’s put us back a few hours,” Jo, the woman with the multicoloured hair, said, but Cobb just nodded.

    “We’ll need to restock though,” he said, tapping at his belt. “We can’t let the little one go hungry.”

    Notes: Slightly longer chapter than usual, but I'm looking forward to seeing what you think!

    TW for hunting! There's no real detail, but I thought I'd better warn you, just in case.

    Chapter 3


    I will protect him with my life

    Din insisted on helping break camp when breakfast was over, and Cobb was ready to accept, but the child needed some attention and so he ended up having to forfeit his first attempt at reconciling himself with them. Cobb may have said that he was forgiven, but he still felt like he owed them a debt for what he’d done, and for what they were doing for him.

    Cobb had brought up giving the child a name to give others once breakfast had been cleared away and Din had made sure the boy was properly tended to, but he couldn’t think of one while his mind was still processing his new situation, and he asked for more time. As he had been in every situation so far, Cobb was agreeable and accepted with patience and understanding. It continued to confound Din, but he could only feel relief at the leniency.

    Once everything had been packed and rolled away, tied to backs and in bags and such like, the small troupe started venturing further into the forest. Din had struggled to get the child to hold still for long enough to strap him to his back, but Cobb, as always, stepped in to help, holding the boy’s attention and making him giggle and laugh with many silly faces for long enough to allow Din to wrap the fabric in place before donning his cloak over the top, leaving only the child’s upper body free.

    This was a position that utterly delighted the toddler, as he made abundantly clear as Din rose to his feet, cooing and laughing in delight as he clutched at the hair that remained exposed at the back of Din’s head. He was even more delighted when Din bounced on the spot, and he himself couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the child’s joy.

    Cobb couldn’t seem to stop himself from watching them, and there was a warmth to his gaze that made Din feel self-conscious, and he made sure that he looked as tidy as he could with the few items of clothes he was currently wearing. There was nothing he could really do, but he did scrub off some of the mud that had dried to his boots and the bottom of his cloak.

    When they stopped for a midday meal, Din offered some of the bread and cheese that he’d been given, something that everyone appreciated, and they in turn offered him some fruits and dried meats they had kept for themselves. Watching them eat did a lot to soothe some of Din’s apprehensions, making them feel more real rather than just stories come to life, and he eventually started to ask them questions.

    He learned, over the next few days of travelling through the ancient trees and climbing over gnarled roots and overgrown bushes, of some of the dangers of their lands. They passed most clearnings by, as they held the tell-tale signs of fairy rings or deep, quiet pools where kelpies kept watch. There were certain paths that, when they came across them, they avoided, and on one occasion, when the night began to draw near and they hadn’t yet found a place to spend the night, they saw whisps of blue fire in the distance, and they stopped to make camp where they were.

    To trespass in these places was akin to courting death, but Din slowly began to learn how to avoid them.

    But then he was also shown and told of the joys in this place. He watched the dancing figures of tiny men and women -- elves he was told -- as they celebrated in the moonlight, saw the way these ancient trees almost seemed to mould to the requests of Cobb and his friends, and even to him once he was shown how, their branches curling to create a better shelter from the rain with a whispered appeal. He was told of how fairies painted the air with their dust and light, and how the great feasts in the castle were always bright and filled with music and frivolity.

    Din found himself growing ever more excited by the idea of seeing the capital, of experiencing this country to its fullest extent while he still could, and talking with those other than just Cobb became something he actually wanted to do rather than something he had to. He even started to let the child wander around a little at night, allowing him the chance to explore and play while he was within the safe circle of the firelight, a dozen sets of eyes there to watch over him.

    His trust in these strangers grew through trickles, and while he still slept lightly, it was a deeper sleep than that first night.

    It was after one of these nights that he heard a barely stifled curse from Malakili, one of the larger of Cobb’s friends with eyes as silver as the moon and a canine tail that tended to announce his emotions; it seemed he was particularly frustrated about something, as it was pointed down. Din was sure that if his ears were visible rather than hidden beneath the cowl he wore, they would have been flat against his head.

    “We must have camped near a nest,” he said, referring to the home of pixies or particularly mischievous fairies as he held up a bag of food supplies that had been full the night before, but was now completely empty. “There’s nothing left but a few loaves of bread and some jerky.”

    Cobb huffed in a rare show of annoyance. “We’ll have to hunt for more supplies.”

    “That’s put us back a few hours,” Jo, the woman with the multicoloured hair, said, but Cobb just nodded.

    “We’ll need to restock though,” he said, tapping at his belt. “We can’t let the little one go hungry.”

    There were murmurs of agreement across the camp, and Din couldn’t help but feel grateful for running into them.

    “I can hunt,” Din said, looking around the camp. “I… I don’t have a bow, but I know how to use one.”

    Cobb smiled. “You can use mine.”

    Din frowned, unable to recall ever seeing the man carry one, but then Cobb retreated into his tent and emerged a moment later with a recurve bow. It was a beautiful thing, with etchings around the grip and notches, with a vine design that curved almost naturally along the limbs. He was almost afraid to take it, his own culture screaming at him about what the gifting of a weapon meant to him, but Cobb held it out to him with such trust that he couldn’t keep himself from reaching out.

    He ran his thumb over the carved symbol of two suns on the inside of the grip, the same symbol that he’d seen on their armour or sewn into their tunics, and suddenly this felt like more than just the lending of a weapon.

    “Malakili can accompany you,” Cobb said, likely unaware of how the world around Din felt like it had suddenly narrowed to this one point. “There are still many dangers out there that you don’t know to look out for, and he can scavenge for fruit and berries.”

    Din nodded, unable to force any words from his throat as he accepted the string from Cobb as well, and quickly strung the weapon. It was only as he was testing the draw weight that he found them again.

    “Would you take care of the child?”

    Cobb, who had started to walk away, stopped short, looking back at him in shock.

    Din shifted uncomfortably, but he held firm. “I can’t take him with me, and you’re good with him…”

    Cobb seemed to be at a loss for words, but then he smiled, and Din could swear he saw tears in his eyes. “I will protect him with my life.”

    “Thank you,” Din said. “Though, I would prefer it if you didn’t die.”

    Cobb chuckled and nodded. “I’ll get you the quiver.”

    That was how, less than twenty minutes later, he found himself sneaking through the underbushes of the forest, following close behind Malakili as he led the way, able to track far better than Din or perhaps any other human ever could. He remained as silent as possible, watching where he put his feet to muffle the noise they might make, and followed Malakili’s instructions. They wandered farther and farther from the camp, and they had avoided at least three different dangers, but eventually the fae came to a stop.

    Din had seen the deer before Malakili had pointed it out, but still it caught him by surprise. The creature was at least as tall as he was, and its horns had pieces of moss growing on it. It hadn’t noticed them, and it was eating the lower leaves of one of the trees, its neck reaching before it pulled its food away. The fae pointed at it, and Din took a quiet, steadying breath.

    He held an arrow ready to draw should he miss with the first, grasped next to the bow’s grip and he drew the bowstring to his lip. Had he not been wearing his mask, he was sure he would have been able to feel the feathers brushing his skin, but he pushed the thought away.

    There was only him and the deer now. Only the calm beat of his heart, the winds brushing through the trees, keeping his scent away from his prey as it reached again for the low branches in the tree.

    He loosed the arrow on his exhale, and the arrow flew straight and true.

    The second was settled against his cheek before he knew the outcome of his first, but he heard the wheezing cry of the deer as the arrow pierced its side, and he watched as it stumbled a few paces before falling. He sighed and relaxed his draw, setting the arrow back beside the grip as Malakili gripped his shoulder.

    “Good aim.”

    Din nodded and let the man lead the way again.

    The great beast was still struggling for breath, but by the time they had knelt next to it the deer had drawn its last, and Din rested his hand on the mighty beast’s chest, just next to where his arrow had pierced.

    “We thank you for your sacrifice, and the life you will bring with your death,” he said softly, bowing his head in deference to the life he had taken. His blessing complete, he removed the arrow with a swift, sharp pull, and he cleaned it of blood with his cloak.

    “You really are somethin’, Mando,” Malakili said. “Think you can carry it?”

    Din looked the deer over and shook his head. “Not alone.”

    The fae nodded. “You take the front, I’ll take the back.”

    Din nodded, and they quickly got to work tying the creature's legs together to make it easier to lift. It was still a difficult task, but with a bit of readjusting, they made things work.

    The trudge back to the camp was slow, especially with Malakili stopping to pick various berries and pulling wild carrots and such like from the ground to stuff them in his sack, but as they came closer to the camp he stopped, listening and sniffing intently.

    “... What is it?” Din asked after several moments of silence.

    “Troll,” came the short reply, and he dropped his end of the deer, drawing the long knife he had strapped to his belt. Din followed his lead and pulled the bow from over his shoulders. “It’s headed to the camp.”

    The camp. The child.

    “No,” Din breathed, and made to run ahead, but Malakili stopped him.

    “They can handle themselves,” he said. “We have to be careful. We’ll be heading into a fight. Can you handle that?”

    Din nodded. “Weaknesses?”

    Malakili looked at the strong grip on Din’s bow. “The eyes. They’re small targets but if you can hit them…”

    “Got it.”

    The man gave him one more look before heading onward.

    The closer to camp they got the more Malakili’s tail twitched, and all too soon Din could hear why. The sound of a troll’s roar was not something he had ever experienced before; it wasn’t an organic sound, or rather, not one made with flesh and blood, but more like the echoing cracks of tree branches breaking in the midst of a storm and boulders crashing down a steep cliff. It chilled him to the bone, but what made his heart beat quick with fear was the cries of the child.

    He ran forwards then, knowing there were no further traps and dangers of the fae world between them and the camp, and what he found was chaos.

    There were scraps of tents and packs strewn across the camp, branches from the trees above them splintered and wrenched free, most of them strewn about the already cluttered ground. One of them lay across one of the soldier’s legs -- one Din hadn’t yet had the chance to know and had forgotten the name of -- while Jo and another tried to free them, but in the center of the camp stood a creature that looked to be made of the earth itself.

    It was at least two or three feet taller than Din was, and it held one of the branches like a club in its mud and rock encrusted fist. Moss and lichen seemed to cover it, rock and stone forming a protruding face, and there were streaks of deep red and yellow clay across it, as though it had been carved out of the earth itself. It was a stocky thing, wide at the shoulders with great, crushing feet, and Din could see that it was readying a swing at Cobb, who was stood between it and the child.

    Din barely had the chance to register all of this before the club came down.

    Before he could even scream the man’s name, something in the air shifted. There was a sudden weight to it, a heaviness that didn’t have anything to do with the claustrophobic nature of the forest, that drew the breath from his lungs, and Din watched as Cobb’s form shimmered. It was like watching a still poor ripple and still again in less than a second, except in this instance, the pool before was a beautiful man with silver hair and bewitching brown eyes, and after it was a being he barely recognised.

    Cobb’s face was still the same, his body and general shape unchanged, but his hair was as multicoloured as Jo’s, perhaps moreso, with feathers stretching up from behind his ears. Great wings seemed to explode from his back, the eyes upon them shifting and changing to glare at the beast before them, and there was a light that almost shone through him, a heat radiating from him that Din could feel at even this distance. As the club came down Cobb met it with his sword, and he knocked it aside with ease.

    The troll, who until that moment had appeared to be in control, suddenly cowered before Cobb, arms raised to shield its eyes from the light.

    “Leave my sight, and never return,” Cobb said, his voice almost coming from every direction. “You will never attempt to harm this child again.”

    The troll groaned, clutching at its head, then roared, turning and fleeing back into the forest, Din just narrowly avoiding its charge. He watched after it for a few moments to make sure it was truly gone, then he turned back just in time to see Cobb start to ripple again. When he’d returned to the form Din recognised, he blinked heavily and swayed on the spot. Din was running across the camp before he could think, bow and arrow forgotten on the ground as he caught Cobb before he could drop.

    “I ha’e doin’ tha’,” Cobb slurred, most of his weight resting against Din.

    “What did you do?”

    “Mm, had t’ protect the kid,” came the quiet reply. “Had t’... keep ‘m safe.”

    “... Cobb?” Din said as the man in his arms grew heavier, head bowing. “ Cobb?”


    Din looked around the camp again, at Cobb’s recovering friends, and down at the child who clutched at his leg and sighed. “You did good. We’re all safe.”

    “Mm, good,” came the reply, a small smile on his lips before he collapsed entirely into unconsciousness.

    Din held him close, pulling him into his arms to cradle him against his chest, Cobb’s head resting against his shoulder. This man was much more powerful than he’d ever realised, and that should have scared him.

    Why is it then that, even after witnessing such a display of power, he only found himself wanting to trust him more?


    There is more to Cobb than what meets the eye...

    Also, happy Ace week everyone!

    Chapter 5

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  • reluctant-mandalore
    25.10.2021 - 2 days ago

    Here are some of those pictures I edited for the tiktoks. Feel free to use them!

    #din djarin#boba fett#jango fett #obi wan kenobi #darth maul#Cobb vanth#ahsoka tano#fennec shand#captain Rex#Luke skywalker #these were really easy to make tbh #so I’ll probably end up making more lol #//#mine
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  • reluctant-mandalore
    25.10.2021 - 2 days ago

    Hey y’all here’s a tiktok I did that’s making the homophobic sw fans on tiktok mad rn. Enjoy!

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  • mandocule
    24.10.2021 - 2 days ago
    #dincobb#cobb vanth #the lengths i went through to set up this joke jfc
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  • harrylee94
    24.10.2021 - 3 days ago

    In Calm Or Stormy Weather - Chapter 3

    You can also find this on AO3!

    Summary: “Would you accept some company on this frosty night then?”

    Din looked him over, wary of what this might mean, what he was trying to do, but he could not see the trick, and Cobb did not move.

    “... I suppose.”

    Notes: Well, after 2 exhausting days, I offer you another chapter! Enjoy!

    Chapter 2


    Let me think about it

    Cobb had been stupendously generous and offered Din the use of his bed role, as he was going to take watch. He had taken note of how a small number of the other soldiers had rolled their eyes or shaken their heads in what must have been some sort of annoyed fondness and drawn the conclusion that it was not, in fact, his turn, but he had insisted on Din taking his bed roll all the same, looking at his friends as though they had betrayed him.

    It was this small interaction, something that he would never have seen outside of a band of people who knew each other well enough to tease, that made him agree. He didn’t think that people trying to capture him would put this much effort into making him feel safe, especially if they believed what they would have been told about him.

    Instead he settled down for what remained of the night, his sword in hand and his body curled protectively around the child. He probably would have slept until noon if given the chance, but it wasn’t to be.

    He had fallen into the deepest sleep his body could muster while he was still uncertain as to the true motives of those around him. There had been no dreams, not even the whisper of them, but then the blissful silence of unconsciousness was ripped away from him with a startling sound, and he was on his feet in a moment, sword drawn and heart pumping faster than a horse’s gallop in his chest. The child, meanwhile, had sprung into tears, and had begun screaming the rest of the camp awake.

    “You clumsy oaf!” hissed an unfamiliar woman’s voice, and he turned to find two of the soldiers stood over the pot that had once held the stew; once held, because it was now spilled across the clearing with a bit of a dent in the base from where it had hit a rock, which must have been what had woken him. “You woke them up!”

    “It was hot!” This must have been the ‘clumsy oaf’.

    “It’s a metal pot that’s been sitting next to the fire half the night; of course it’s hot!”

    Din sighed and put away his sword, sending a tired glare at the offending soldiers before picking the child up and holding him close. The boy immediately clung to him but continued to wail, though it was now smothered by Din’s shoulder as he tried to soothe his worries with gentle touches and a warm presence.

    However, even when the two idiots who’d woken them had been hushed and driven away, the child would not settle. The noise must have reawakened some fears he had temporarily forgotten while eating the stew, and even Din’s presence would not bring him true comfort.

    It was as he was pacing -- something he’d started to do as the minutes wore on with no change -- that Cobb approached. Din eyed him, unsure what he was going to say, but the lack of anger or frustration in his stance made him pause.

    “Have you tried singing to him?”

    “I… Would that help?” Din replied, surprised by the suggestion.

    “My mother would sing to me when I was young,” Cobb replied, his eyes soft from the memory. “Sing for him.”

    Din stared at him, surprised that he would ask such a thing of him, but as the child continued to cry he put aside the part of him that was embarrassed of his singing voice and he started to hum. It was a gentle melody, something he had hummed a time or two before at the orphanage to help settle the little ones. The tune had no words, only a repeating melody, but as Din repeated the barely remembered tune, the child finally began to calm, his small fists clutching at Din’s gambeson starting to loosen as he slowly fell back to an exhausted sleep.

    He didn’t stop humming until he was sure the child was out, though, and eventually sat himself down by the fire again. Cobb was beside him a moment later, and while he grew tense initially, he relaxed again soon after.

    “I seem to keep finding reasons to thank you,” Din said after a drawn out silence.

    Cobb smiled softly at him and Din found he was almost entranced by it; the softness of his features made him appear so kindhearted and approachable, and yet there was still something about him that just felt… off. “I didn’t want your boy to suffer because of my friend’s mistakes.”

    Din nodded, looking back down at the child. He was an innocent, and yet he had already suffered so much hurt and hardship at the hands of those Din would have once called family, but now he had forsaken them all, everything he ever knew, for this boy. He knew, if he was given the choice, he would do it again in a heartbeat.

    “You still need your sleep,” Cobb continued after another stretch of quiet. “Why not head back and I could look after-”

    “ No .”

    Din’s arms were wrapped protectively around the child before he even realised, but Cobb did nothing other than continue to smile that strange, soft smile at him.

    “Would you accept some company on this frosty night then?”

    Din looked him over, wary of what this might mean, what he was trying to do, but he could not see the trick, and Cobb did not move.

    “... I suppose.”

    Cobb grinned and settled himself more comfortably which, in turn, made Din feel more comfortable.

    “Would you like me to tell you about my home?” Cobb asked.

    Normally, Din would have preferred to sit in silence, to allow his thoughts to shift and focus on what they needed to as he kept watch, and not be disturbed by the dull and boring drone of another, but listening to Cobb talk about his country sounded inviting. People were not something Din usually enjoyed the company of, especially adults, but, despite the way they’d met, Cobb somehow had not grated on his nerves in that way. There was definitely something about him that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, but that somehow didn’t put him off. It almost intrigued him.


    Cobb seemed to almost light up with joy, in a visible way, when Din agreed, but he was sure that the sudden brightness in the air that quickly dissipated was something from the fire flaring up for a moment. That had to be it, right?

    “Tatooine is a vast land,” Cobb explained. “Most of it is made up of woodland like this, but there are places where it’s arid desert, just miles and miles of sand. It looks inhospitable, but there are creatures that come out at night, and even the occasional few that appear during the day. There are the most beautiful sunsets, where you’re not sure where the horizon is because of the heat, and it looks like the sun is molten flame, dripping into the earth.

    “My mother…” Cobb paused, looking wistful. “She was a brilliant woman, but she’d spent a lot of her life living out there. She knew how to read the sands, how to survive the heat and the cold of the nights. When I was old enough she taught me, and in turn, I taught my friends.”

    The man paused, and Din couldn’t help but stare at him, at how vulnerable and open he looked. He could see the pain of loss around his eyes, and the joy of memories on his lips, could see love and sorrow, and he wondered what it would be like to have been able to see such things at home, how much easier it would have been to read people, but to remove his own mask still felt like a danger he couldn’t justify.

    “I’m sorry,” he said, snapping Cobb out of his trance of memory.

    “What? Oh, no, I apologise,” he said, and those emotions that had been so clear vanished, replaced by embarrassment. “You don’t want to hear my sob story. She was a wonderful woman, but we lost her years ago.”

    “That doesn’t make the loss hurt any less.”

    Cobb looked back at him in surprise, and for a moment Din thought his eyes had brightened to a deep shade of green, but then he blinked and they were that confusing, brilliant, ever changing shade of brown again.

    “Exactly,” Cobb breathed, as though he’d not had anyone say such a thing to him before. It made Din’s heart ache a little. The strange man coughed and looked away quickly though, and that smirk he’d seen before had returned by the time he’d raised his head again. “She was terrifying when she was angry, but even worse when she was disappointed. I remember one time, me and my friends had decided to play this prank…”

    Din listened as Cobb spun a tale of youthful bad decisions and the consequences they wrought, of the various adventures he’d gone on with the others in the camp, and how many strange and wonderful situations they had been in. He thought that they had been embellished, that Cobb was trying to impress him when he talked about ridiculous things like mentions of wings and goblins and elves, and even a dragon in one tale, and while he was sure the stories would have been just as impressive without the flourishes, he enjoyed listening too much to stop him.

    But then, morning came.

    At first there was nothing too spectacular about it -- the sun was rising, and light was starting to filter through the trees as a breeze seemed to move the branches to allow more light into the clearing -- but then he finally had the chance to really see.

    The first thing he noticed was probably the most obvious thing of all; the colours in the soldiers’ hair. Seeing shades of green and blue and red in someone’s hair was rare enough back in Mandalore, and seeing one person with all of those colours, and bright pink and mustard yellow and everything in between was unheard of, he watched with an open mouth as the hair of the woman who had appeared to make breakfast changed from moment to moment, like an ever shifting rainbow. And that had only been the first he’d seen.

    The next was when a man stepped out of their tent and stretched their wings. They were as large as he was, and about as colourful as the woman’s hair, though they didn’t shift and change patterns. He must have been one of the soldiers who had been asleep when he’d first arrived, because Din didn’t recognise him at all, and he would definitely have noticed something like wings as big as a person.

    After that he started noticing bits and pieces on everyone else, things that had been easily hidden under cloaks or in the dark of the night, like tails, feathers, strange eyes and pointed ears. For all that Cobb looked odd, he was the one that looked most human of the lot of them at a glance, but even then his ethereal grace and beauty was just off putting enough for him to know that they were not.

    “You’re fae”

    He hadn’t meant to say it aloud, and when a small number of them turned to look at him, including Cobb, he shrunk in on himself.

    He was surrounded by creatures he’d thought -- until very recently -- were only from stories, beings used to scare children and keep them from wandering too far into the woods, cautionary tales born from the men and women who had vanished after leaving the path, never to be seen again. The child and his mother had been the first Din had ever seen, and yet, somehow, he had not connected that with what he had seen when he’d first arrived at this camp.

    His breathing became shaky when he remembered again how rude he’d been, how he’d threatened Cobb, how he’d refused to show his face, but he was jolted from his growing panic when a hand squeezed his bicep.

    “Mando?” Cobb said, his gaze compassionate and worried. “Are you okay?”

    “You’re…” Din tried, but ended up curling around the child instead, waking the boy with his actions and bringing about a moan of discomfort from him. He couldn’t bring himself to stop though, his thoughts suddenly only able to process that these were fae, and that he had been a bad guest. “I’m sorry. I-I was scared. I only wanted to protect the child.”

    Wrinkles appeared on Cobb’s brow as he frowned. “Mando-”

    “Don’t punish him for my transgressions.”

    “Hey, no, no one’s getting punished,” Cobb said, kneeling before him, so close and yet lowered to the ground so Din was looking down at him. “It’s okay, Mando. You’re safe here.”

    Din shook his head as the child squirmed in his arms.

    “Yes, you are,” Cobb said, giving his arm another squeeze. “We don’t hold what you did against you. We know you were scared, and you apologised. I forgive you.”

    Din held his gaze and almost sobbed in relief, nodding silently in acceptance of his words.

    “Good,” Cobb said, pulling his hand away as Din started to uncurl from around the child, letting the boy have more space and wriggle out onto the forest floor. “Now, we’re about to have some breakfast, but I have a question to ask you, okay?”

    Din swallowed, growing tense again as he pressed a protective hand to the child’s back as he stood with help from Din’s knee. “Okay.”

    “Okay,” Cobb said and gave him a soft smile. “My friends and I will be heading back home after we break camp. We work in the castle in Mos Pelgo, the capital, and we could help you find a place there if you would like to join us.”

    Join them? What did that mean?

    “You don’t have to, of course,” Cobb continued quickly. “Don’t feel like you’re obligated or somethin’; you’re free to go your own way. You have no obligation to us, and we don’t hold you to any kind of debt.”

    Din met his gaze, and then that of those around him, watching them smile at the child as he looked around with curious eyes, or even just giving Din a nod of acknowledgement.

    “Let me think about it.”

    Cobb grinned. “Of course. Take all the time you need,” he said, pushing himself back before rising swiftly to his feet. “You can travel with us for as long as you like, but for now; do you both like eggs?”


    Din's trying so hard, but he has no idea how to handle a toddle. Good job Cobb's here to help!

    Chapter 4

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  • luoiae
    24.10.2021 - 3 days ago

    Now with peli

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  • heavydistraction
    23.10.2021 - 4 days ago

    thinking about cobb vanth

    #you know there's that one post about how a character is held back by not being allowed to wear either nailpolish or earrings in canon #i don't remember which one #but anyway both are him #cobb vanth#the mandalorian#fanart#my stuff#cw blood#cw injury
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  • bard-doodles
    23.10.2021 - 4 days ago

    Poncholorian and his boyfriend

    #this is fanart for a friend! #the mandalorian#cobb vanth #yes I'm tagging him because this is technically about him #animation#pixel art#doodle
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  • cyareclones
    22.10.2021 - 4 days ago

    If he’s not in Book of Boba I’ll throw a bitch fit.

    #cobb vanth#the mandalorian #mandalorian season 2 #the book of boba fett
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  • bloodsuckingbastards
    22.10.2021 - 4 days ago

    Black series Boba Fett (Tython) and Cob Vanth as well as Vintage Collection Navarro playset announced today at HusbroPulseCon!

    #black series is 6in #tvc is 3.5 inch #Cobb Vanth#Boba fett#star wars#mandalorian#navarro
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  • toothcowboy
    22.10.2021 - 5 days ago

    vampy cobb things 🪐

    #fanart#sw#mando#the mandalorian #star wars aftermath #star wars fanart #cobb vanth #cobb vanth fanart #vampire au#ugh idk #everything is a wip so sad
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  • harrylee94
    21.10.2021 - 5 days ago

    In Calm Or Stormy Weather - Chapter 2

    You can also find this on AO3!

    Summary: The man before him had hair of such a fine shade of silver that it seemed to shine in the firelight, and eyes that at first glance looked a deep shade of chestnut, but then Din would blink and they would be a new shade of equal beauty that almost glimmered with a twinkle. There was a small mole under his left eye, and a scar at his right temple. And yet it only seemed to emphasise the smile and happiness in his features, a very disturbing sort of emotion to be witnessing when the person experiencing it was at the end of Din’s sword.

    Notes: Into the woods!

    Chapter 1


    Are you hungry?

    The man before him had hair of such a fine shade of silver that it seemed to shine in the firelight, and eyes that at first glance looked a deep shade of chestnut, but then Din would blink and they would be a new shade of equal beauty that almost glimmered with a twinkle. There was a small mole under his left eye, and a scar at his right temple. And yet it only seemed to emphasise the smile and happiness in his features, a very disturbing sort of emotion to be witnessing when the person experiencing it was at the end of Din’s sword.

    “Easy there,” the silver-haired man said, his hands raised as he looked down Din’s blade, and the edges of that disturbance eased away when he saw the flash of fear that he'd expected.

    Din was suddenly aware of the silence in the camp behind him, and he knew he'd been spotted. Had he been any less disciplined, he would have tensed up, perhaps altered his grip and caused unwanted damage, but as it was he just took a breath and held his place. He disliked not being able to see his enemy though, and he nodded his head to get this strange, beautiful man to move.

    "Okay," he said and, keeping his hands up, slowly started moving around him, Din keeping his sword pointed at him, and then stopped when the camp came into view again. "Here?"

    Din nodded, looking at each of the soldiers who had now risen to their feet, though, surprisingly, none of them had gone for their weapons. Strangely, he would probably have been more comforted if they had

    "Not that I don't mind lookin' at you, stranger, but I'd rather not have a blade at my throat while I do it," the man said, pointing briefly at it. His voice was… different, the way his tongue seemed to curl around his words off ever so slightly to what he was used to hearing, but he couldn't pinpoint how.

    "No," Din said.


    "I don't trust you."

    "Ah," the man said, and they lapsed into a tense silence.

    It was in this silence that Din looked him over properly, at the leathers strapped to his shoulders and chest, the strange make of boots, and his throat suddenly went dry. The mask, the clothes, the accent…

    He'd made a mistake.

    "You're... not from Mandalore," he said, though he didn't yet move, unsure what the reaction would be if he did.

    "Stranger," the man said with that disconcerting smile, "you ain't been in Mandalore for at least a league."

    Din looked up at the trees around them, then back at the soldiers. They did seem better equipped to work and fight within the confines of the trees, most notably through their lack of horses or pack animals of any sort, and the cut of their clothes and armour were equally as strange to Din as this man's was.

    "Then where am I?" he asked.

    "... Could you-?" the man asked in return, pointing at the sword again.

    Din considered it; if he kept his sword in hand, then he'd have a greater chance for negotiation later, but on the other, it was really a good position, the man probably easily able to get out of his reach using the environment, plus it was only making it more likely that his friends would want to retaliate.

    He pulled his sword back, but he didn't sheath it.

    Somehow, the silver-haired man's smile only grew brighter. "My thanks! And I suppose it's up to me to welcome you to Tatooine, my home country."

    Tatooine? Din had never heard of such a place before, not even on all the maps he had studied. Still, the man seemed genuine, and though he didn't fully believe that this was anything more than a trap, he nodded his thanks.

    "Would you care to join our fire?"

    Din blinked. "Excuse me?"

    "You look almost soaked to the bone, and I wouldn't want your first experience of my country to be one of catching a cold!" The man took a careful step back, checking to see if Din would react before waving back at his camp. "Please! And we just made some stew if you'd care for some."

    Din eyed the pot, and then this strangely ethereal man, warily, but when the other soldiers started to relax again he took a cautious step after him. This seemed to delight the man as he bounced a little on his toes as he led the way.

    "I… apologise for threatening you," Din said as he was shown to a dry looking stone.

    "No harm done," the man said with a wave of his hand while he sought a wooden bowl with the other. "I doubt anyone in a situation such as yourself would act much differently."

    Din stiffened. "And what situation would that be?"

    The man shrugged. "Cold, wet, tired and without the means to spend the night outdoors alone," he said, scooping up two ladles full of the stew and pouring them into the bowl. "I won't ask questions tonight, but I know you wouldn't leave a steady shelter for traveling in a night of rain without good reason, and I'm sure our appearance didn't help matters much."

    No, they hadn't. The answers this man was giving him, though, were enough for him to sheath his sword and settle carefully on the rock, gently holding the child against him before accepting the bowl and spoon offered.

    "Oh! I hadn't noticed your passenger," the man said, though he thankfully kept his distance. "You hid them well."

    Din stiffened again, fingers curled about his hilt as the man raised his hands.

    "My apologies," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you. Would the little one want some stew?"

    Din considered the man, and then the others around them who had continued on with their routine as before. He was about to shake his head, as the child was asleep, but now he could feel his passenger begin to squirm, no doubt due to the smell of food. He looked down and saw large, dark eyes blinking sleepily open up at him. He rubbed at the child's back, and he squirmed a little more, his grasp on Din's gambeson tugging at the material.

    "I would be… grateful," he said eventually, and the man went to fetch another bowl with a grin.

    He shifted his cloak aside, setting his bowl down, and he dropped his bag of food before starting to unwind the fabric that kept the child in place, soon releasing him and settling him down in his lap.

    "What a precious boy."

    This silver-haired stranger was back again, a ladle of stew already dished out in a second, smaller bowl and spoon. He motioned with it to the child, and soon knelt down to offer it to the now wide-eyed and curious boy once Din had granted him an uneasy permission.

    "Hello there, little one," he said softly, holding out the bowl. "Are you hungry?"

    The child looked at him for several mong moments, and Din wondered what could be going through his mind, but then he looked at the bowl and reached out with a grunt and grasping fingers.

    The man chuckled and pushed the bowl into his awaiting hands, Din quickly bringing his own up to support the weight as the child gazed hungrily inside. He was quickly trying to tip it into his mouth though, and Din scrambled to stop him and get him to use the spoon instead.

    The man chuckled. "Cute kid."

    Din hummed in agreement, though now his attention was torn with trying to feed the young toddler. It made him uncomfortable, unable to keep watch on so many unknowns, and he started to regret his decision to follow this stranger into camp.

    "I'll put yours back in the pot for when he's finished."

    He hummed again, watching as the child happily chewed on a chunk of potato. At least he was okay. He’d been so scared before, but here he just seemed so relaxed. He looked up again to watch as the silver-haired man tipped the contents of his bowl into the pot.

    “Why are you helping us?” he asked, and the man twisted to face him, face open in question, and once again Din found himself reeling in confusion at being able to see their faces at all. “I threatened you.”

    “You were stressed, and you apologised,” the man said. “And as for your question; you look like you need some help.”

    That didn’t make any sense at all. People didn’t just help other people for no reason other than out of the kindness of their hearts, the world didn’t work like that.

    “What do you want?”

    “In general? Many things,” he replied. “From you? Maybe a little of your time so I could get to know you a little, but anything more you’d like to offer would be a gift.”

    That… was unusual. He wasn’t sure how to take that answer, so instead of thinking about it he turned back to feeding the child. For a little while he was left alone, the stranger moving away to give them some privacy while Din tended to the little orphan until his bowl was empty and the boy was yawning again, settling into Din’s chest as he used his cloak to clean up the boy’s mouth and hands.

    “Would you like your stew?”

    Din almost jumped out of his seat from the sudden, if soft, voice, and he looked up to find that beautiful silver-haired man had returned from wherever he’d wandered off to, holding a steaming bowl in his hands. He looked a little guilty at the reaction he’d caused, but he settled at Din’s side easily enough.

    “Here.” He held the bowl out, waiting patiently as Din examined it before taking it from him.

    It smelled good, and it looked creamy and felt warm in his hands, but he couldn’t eat it. He stared at it, his stomach grumbling and body aching, but his mask was set in place.

    “I… I can’t,” he said quietly, and when the stranger straightened up beside him he felt he had made a terrible mistake.

    “Why not?” they asked, and though his voice was calm, Din thought he could hear the edges of insult creeping in. “Is there something in it that you can’t eat?”

    “No,” Din replied. “I… I cannot remove my mask in front of other living creatures.”

    The man tilted his head in an almost childlike manner, but then looked around the camp and waved at everyone in a circular motion. Much to Din’s surprise, they all turned around, and when he looked back to the stranger, he found him pulling a deep red scarf from beneath his armour to tie it around his eyes.

    “There; how’s that?” he asked with a bright grin, and this time Din couldn’t help but to mirror it.

    “It’s… more than I expected,” he replied. “Thank you. Again.”

    “You’re my guest!” the silver-haired stranger said. “I will do my best to make sure you’re comfortable.”

    Din nodded, then looked back down at the bowl in his hands. It did look delicious, and it had been at least half a day since he had last eaten, and even then it had been only a little to convince the others that he’d been feeling unwell and needed to be left alone. But could he trust these people; these soldiers who could still well be mercenaries sent to take him and the child back to where pain and suffering were now more of a promise than a threat.

    Looking around again at the others, none of whom even glanced back at the fire, Din took a chance and removed his mask.

    The first bite was an utter delight. It was creamy, as he had suspected, but also a little spicy, hearty, and the vegetables and meat were soft and tender. He couldn’t stop the moan from escaping his lips even if he’d tried.

    “I’m glad you like it,” the man beside him said, looking only in his general direction.

    “It’s good,” Din said, scooping his next mouthful. “Thank you.”

    “That seems to be most of what you say,” the stranger joked.

    “You’ve given me much to be thankful for.”

    He nodded, a quiet falling between them for a few moments before he spoke again.

    “Cobb Vanth.”

    Din paused.

    “That’s what you can call me,” the man -- Cobb Vanth -- said. “My friends call me Cobb.”

    Din nodded as he swallowed his mouthful. “Mando.”

    Cobb grinned. “It’s nice to finally be introduced, Mando,” he said, holding out his hand. It took Din a few moments to realise he wanted him to shake it. “Does the little one have a name he can go by yet?”

    “Not yet.”

    Cobb hummed. “Maybe we can think of something in the morning. Until then; have as much stew as you’d like, and when you need to rest, just give me a nudge and I’ll find you a place to sleep.”


    I've a few things planned over the next few days, so you'll have to wait a bit for the next chapter, but I hope you enjoyed this one!

    Chapter 3

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  • freytful
    21.10.2021 - 6 days ago

    I really enjoy that in that wars there are 5 guys named cobb and 3 guys named vanth and a guy named cobb vanth. This man is named the star wars equivalent of like. John smith

    #i think its neat when fantasy worlds have names that are more or less common #or how 'skywalker' perfectly fits in with the naming conventions of tattooine #bc shmi was just some lady. #its neat#star wars#cobb vanth
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  • harrylee94
    20.10.2021 - 6 days ago

    In Calm Or Stormy Weather - Chapter 1

    You can also find this on AO3!

    Summary: "On a clear day, where the roads were only a little murky and his sight was not obscured by a deluge, it would have taken him just under an hour to reach the town, but without a horse, and with him slipping every which way half the time it took him almost three. It was painful, being unable to go any faster to get away from that place, but he kept telling himself that it was the safety of the child that mattered most and this would protect them more than distance."

    Din Djarin is forced to flee his home when he discovers that a child will be used for nefarious plans. When he enters the forests near the border, he stumbles into yet more danger. Or is it?

    Notes: Here we are again folks!

    I got the title from Goblin Market by Christina Rosetti, a brilliant poem that you really should read and I highly recommend. It's also very long, so I'll only post the bit I got it from:

    “For there is no friend like a sister In calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters down, To strengthen whilst one stands.”


    Do you know his name?

    Din hid in the shadow of the city walls, looking out across the farmland between him and his quarry as he readjusted the hood over his head. It was late, late enough that all of the lights in the farmsteads had been snuffed out and left his path swathed in darkness, and the downpour would undoubtedly turn the road into a veritable quagmire. The infrastructure of the roads in this country was terrible at best, but there was nought he could do about it, especially now with a small, warm, sleeping body strapped to his chest.

    Readjusting his mask, he checked again for the patrol on the walls and, once he’d confirmed that he was in the clear, he headed out from the shadow of his once home.

    If it had been safe, he would have brought a horse to make the travel less treacherous, but escaping from the city without being seen was too important, and he had to go without. It was lucky then that the weather saw fit to disguise it further, even if it did make it all the more miserable. He wrapped his cloak tighter around both himself and the child and made his way out to the nearby town.

    On a clear day, where the roads were only a little murky and his sight was not obscured by a deluge, it would have taken him just under an hour to reach the town, but without a horse, and with him slipping every which way half the time it took him almost three. It was painful, being unable to go any faster to get away from that place, but he kept telling himself that it was the safety of the child that mattered most and this would protect them more than distance.

    When at last he wandered into the log lined streets of town, the Dark Forest looming as always just beyond the border on the other side, he almost sighed in relief, but it was only a temporary relief.

    As it had been in the farmland, so the darkness was here. No one was awake from what he could see, at least not here. But his goal was not in the main thoroughfare, and he turned off down some of the narrower paths, the winding ones that offered some shelter through the overhanging eaves, until he reached a building that sat almost directly next to the forest.

    It was a building that was both old and new; pieces of it were beginning to crumble or rot in disrepair, but other parts had been recently fixed, an unfortunate sign of having to prioritise funds. The most obvious of these recent alterations was the main door, once a creaking, thin thing, but now it had been replaced with a more secure and safe wood, with working hinges, lock, and a hatch with a cage over it for people within to look out without fear.

    The windows were still in need of attention, but through the shutters Din could see the tell-tale light of a fire still burning. He strode up to the door, ignoring the way his boots squelched from the excesses of mud that had attached itself to them, and knocked.

    He waited, listening intently for a few seconds before knocking again, at which point he heard the shuffling of feet on the other side. The hatch opened, and he stood back to allow the person within time to see him.

    “Who goes there?” asked a voice Din could pinpoint as Obi-Wan’s, the owner of this home and stern caretaker of at least a dozen children. He could just about make out his lack of mask as well, though this was not uncommon for the caretaker, though very unusual for his country.

    “A friend in need of sanctuary,” he replied, and watched the other man’s eyes grow wide.

    “Mando?” he said, and when Din nodded he shut the hatch and Din could hear various locks being worked before the door swung open. “Come in, come in! Sit by the fire. You must be soaked through!”

    It certainly felt like it, but Din quickly wiped as much mud as he could from his feet before stepping inside, allowing Obi-Wan to lead him to a stool at the fireside once he’d moved his sword. He sighed as the rain started to evaporate from his cloak, making it look like he was steaming, but the flames warmed his frozen bones.

    “Tea?” Obi-Wan offered, waving to a kettle that was already on the stand, and Din nodded. The older man took a cloth and poured the hot water into an awaiting pot with fresh leaves, leaving it to stew as he settled in the chair opposite Din. “When last I saw you, you said you would return in two weeks. It has not yet been one.”

    “Circumstances change,” Din replied. Curling his arm tighter around the child still hidden under his cloak.

    “They do,” Obi-Wan agreed. “The children will be sorry they missed you, Luke and Leia especially.”

    Din smiled at the thought of the dozen orphans in Obi-Wan’s care, each of them with their own personalities, strengths and fears, and each with their own stories. Luke and Leia, twins who had been left on Obi-Wan’s doorstep before they had been a week old, were perhaps the strangest of the lot, but Din had treated them no differently. It had endeared him to them, and he was perhaps their favourite visitor. That and he didn’t mind joining in their games sometimes.

    “How are they?” he asked.

    “Doing as well as you might expect,” Obi-Wan replied. “Leia keeps trying to start fights with some of the older boys, and Luke tries to keep her out of trouble but ends up joining in.”

    Din chuckled. Yes, that sounded about right.

    Enough time had passed for the tea to have brewed, and Obi-Wan poured out two cups, handing one to Din before he turned around on his stool to offer him enough privacy to remove his mask. The tea warmed him further, working its way through him, and, in that moment, he wished he could stay.

    “There is a reason I have come here,” he said as he finished his cup, setting it aside and pulling his mask on again.

    “I suspected as much,” Obi-Wan said, waiting a few more moments before turning around again. He waited as Din unwound his cloak to reveal the child strapped there, and suddenly his entire frame stiffened. “Is it yours?”

    “No,” Din replied, his gloved hand holding the back of the child’s head as he slumbered on, their small fingers curled into the straps of his gambeson.

    “And you wish to leave him here?”

    “He will be safe here,” Din said, looking up at the man, but found only worry in the eyes that had been so warm moments before.

    “I’m afraid he will not.”

    “... What?”

    Obi-Wan took a breath, finishing his tea and leaving Din to wonder what he spoke of before he explained. “This child… Do you know his name?”

    “I do,” he replied, recalling how the child’s mother had screamed it before…

    “And you know what he is?”

    Din swallowed. “Do you?”

    Obi-Wan nodded slowly. “I am sorry, but this child is too powerful for me to be able to protect it here.”


    “They will draw unwanted attention, and jeopardize the other children,” Obi-Wan interrupted. “I am sorry, but I cannot risk their lives for one child.”

    Din grew quiet, looking down upon the sleeping child’s face. He had been planning to flee further himself, in hopes that he might lead his followers off the child’s scent, but he knew now that this was a false dream. “I see.”

    “You know I would not turn a child away for any other reason,” Obi-Wan said, and Din hummed, knowing this to be true. “I am truly sorry.”

    “I understand.”

    The older man stayed silent, watching him for a few moments more before rising from his seat. He said nothing to Din, and so he remained on his stool as Obi-Wan puttered around in an adjoining room, rubbing the child’s back as he thought.

    What was he to do? The child’s safety had been his first priority, and now his only hope had been snatched away from him. He could, perhaps, bring them with him, but a life on the run was no life for a growing boy. He had been prepared to endure hardship for his own freedom, but he would not put that upon an innocent.

    But what other choice did he have?

    Obi-Wan returned after a short delay, a burlap sack in hand that had been tied with a rope.

    “I may not be able to offer the sanctuary you seek,” he said, “but I can at least offer you food for your journey.”

    Din rose to his feet and took the sack, setting it over his shoulder and tying  over his arm. “... Thank you.”

    Obi-Wan gave him a small smile and led the way back to the door and the dreary night. Just as he was about to open the door, however, he stopped, though he didn’t turn from the door.

    “Roads aren’t safe. The forest will offer shelter and friends.”

    Din frowned at the confusing advice, but he said nothing, only stepped out into the cold once the door was open.

    “Safe journeys, Mando. I'll let the children know you've said goodbye,” Obi-Wan said, and then the door closed behind him.

    Alone with his thoughts, Din considered ignoring his advice and heading on to another town via the road, but at this point the roads would be flooded and swampy, and even horses would have a hard time walking them. The forest, on the other hand, would be relatively sheltered, but there were other dangers that lurked there. He had his sword though, and while it might not have been much in the way of protection, it was more than nothing.

    Looking out towards the rest of the town one last time, Din turned his back on civilization and slipped into the trees.

    The difference in rainfall was not initially apparent as he made his way through the undergrowth, the trees too sparse here to create a canopy that could shelter him due to some logging and pruning, but then, between one step and another, the rain calmed into a few thick drops every so often, and he realised that he was in a less well groomed part of the world.

    The trees here grew twisted and wild, their roots greedy and fat as they stretched out in the earth around and beneath them. Moss was more abundant here than grass, and the air had a distinct green smell as opposed to the mud that had been prevalent before. It was a strange development, but one Din had to set aside, as the child shifted against him.

    He rubbed at their back and they settled again, but he still had a way to go before he himself could rest.

    He was exhausted from the events of the day, miserable from the weather, but still alert, driven by his fear of being caught. He could not afford to stop until he was sure he and the child would be safe.

    He walked for what he thinks is perhaps another hour, but the branches were so thick above him that he could barely see any snatches of sky, and there was too much cloud cover and rain to tell with any certainty had he been able to. It was a frustrating and claustrophobic walk, but it was one undisturbed by anything other than the occasional nocturnal creature scurrying across his path, and his feet were only caught by surprise roots rather than sucking mud.

    At some point over the long hour, the rain had abated, and it was now only the drip from the leaves that sent thick droplets down upon him. Perhaps now he would be able to find a place to rest.

    However, just as he began his search, he spotted a speck of light in the distance. Curious and wary, he headed closer, taking extra care in where he placed his feet to keep himself from announcing his presence. It was only when he was all but upon the light that his wariness blossomed into full blown fear.

    Soldiers, at least a dozen of them in various states of consciousness, were dotted about a camp, some obscured by a small number of tents, while others sat on makeshift stools by a fire, stirring a pot that hung next to it and spouted steam. The air was too damp and heavy for Din to smell it, and his mask was still secured about his face besides, but he watched as they tasted and seasoned it. Something they wouldn't be able to do if they'd been wearing their masks.

    This baffled him. To wear a mask was a mandate of his countrymen, a law passed down from generation to generation, and it had been set in stone for almost as long as there had been a history. To see another's face was akin to seeing their soul. It had been jarring to see Obi-Wan's face the first few times, but he had grown used to his oddities; this, however, was almost overwhelming.

    He stepped back. Despite the strangeness of the situation, these soldiers had no reason to be out here in the trees. None, that is, save for him and the child. He curled his fingers around the hilt of his sword as he took another step away, his arm coming around the child in a protective barrier, and he hoped he could leave without being spotted, but then he heard a snap behind him.

    He spun and drew his sword in a fluid, practiced motion, the tip coming to rest on the neck of one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen.


    Ah, I'm so excited to write this!!!

    Chapter 2

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