Cobbert's Masterlist
Long overdue, here's the masterlist for all my works!
Listed from the most recent to the oldest.
The Mandalorian
Family, and other Oddities (Oneshot, light background Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth)
Contrary to common beliefs, Din Djarin has not always been a lonely man. Some might say, he never was.
Little Stories From a Strange Life (Multichapter, occasional light Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth)
My participation to Dincember 2023! There be moments heartwarming and heart wrenching, heartbreaks and heart flutters.
A Crown of Glistering Thorns (Multichapter, WIP, non-slash)
It is rare, for massifs, to adopt a stray pup. Rare, although not impossible. Din Djarin knows this, because his papa has two he had bought from the neighbor to help herd and guard the sheeps on the farm. On a cold winter morning, he'd entered the barn to find the female had taken an orphan womp rat kit under her wing. She raised it as her own, defending it with all fangs out and nursing it back to health. It was such an exceptional display of natural compassion, his papa didn’t have the heart to point out she probably was the one who devoured the mother womp rat in the first place. The memory swirls around the boy’s head as he stares up at the wall of silent armors and even bleaker T-visors looking down at him from where he’s curled around his rescuer’s leg. They are evaluating him, and during this very long minute, Din isn’t quite sure of the role he is going to fill: the baby womp rat nibbling at a crumb of hope, or its mother about to be eaten whole. ----- Twenty-two years ago, Din Djarin died. Four actors, five acts.
Dincobb-centric fanfics
Babydoll (80s AU, series)
At 9:37, there was a knock at the door. Din’s heart jumped in his throat. He discarded the empty carton and grabbed the cheap robe tossed across the backrest, shrugging it on as he made his way to the door. Nonsensical attire for the temperature, effective mental barrier to shelter clammy skin and a little bit of his pride at once. A blur of silver in the fisheye moved the tremors in his fingers to simmer low in his gut. The door knob was finicky as always, the first lock caught and the other squeaked, but soon enough it was open, if only for a thin crack of nightly obscurity to suck out the crackling yellow light inside, and there he was. ‘’Is this place still open?’’ A drawl rougher around the edges than usual, a smirk through hazel eyes, and a four-pack of Budweiser held up in quiet invitation, or bargain. An apology, perhaps. About damn time.
Dawn is a Mother to Needful Beings (Smut)
There’s luxury in laziness, Cobb Vanth is reminded as he watches Din sleeping soundly by his side, an hour past their usual get up time. He gazes at the wide expense of his back where the sun rays have yet to hit. Din twitches in his sleep; Cobb wonders what kind of adventures he’s living in there. From the lack of tension in his trapezes, it’s not a nightmare. Maybe a memory. Just as Cobb reaches across the mattress to brush his fingers against the bit of skin where his shirt racked up, Din wakes. --- Din kisses Cobb good morning. Cobb gives him head. They're in love and all sappy about it.
Second Floor Story (Modern AU)
The task was pretty simple: water the plants, feed the cats, make sure nothing exploded while Jo was gone. Now, Cobb's knee would never survive the five floors climb, but hey, that's what elevators were made for, right?
Silly Things to be Basking In (Snippet)
In which Din receives unprompted affections, runs hot, and pines a whole lot.
Nowhere Lane (Modern AU, Multichapter, WIP, in hiatus)
39 is a cruelly anticlimactic year of life, Din Djarin has come to realize. Especially for one trying to rebuild a life from the ground for himself and his 18 months old toddler and attempting not to lose his sanity in the meantime. 44 is the perfect year for a midlife crisis, Cobb Vanth has come to realize. Especially for one who was quick to find out forced retirement is nowhere near as fun as it sounds like, nor do the inevitable struggles coming with it. These cheerful characters have something incredible in common: they both visit the old Taanti's bar on friday nights. That, and maybe a few other things.
Third Table by the Bar (Oneshot)
Din knew he had been fooled the moment he saw that lanky figure stepping through the cantina's entrance. Then the helmet came off, and for as little of a surprise it felt for Din, what left him dumbstruck was what he found under it. --- Each time Din visited Freetown, he found three things: a drink, a dusty table, and a Marshal taking him for a dance.
