#din/corin

[setokaibapetty]

Fic Friday 5 + 1 Roundup: Mando Gets His Guy

Whoops, it was a bit heteronormative of me to do an OC snagging a popular male character, in the month of Pride no less, so to make up for it have some fics where the Mandalorian gets the guy. I mean he's a great bounty hunter so he usually does but, in this case, a romantic partner is what he gets.

Into the Unknown (AO3) - "Strange semi-sentient swords capable of hurtling people through time are no basis for a system of government. But the Darksaber isn't sentient enough to care about that."

A Simple Thing (AO3) - "Boba Fett likes to be in control. Din Djarin feels more out of control with every passing day. Giving control over to Boba would make both of them happy. Din just doesn't understand why that has to be so complicated. (Or, rebuilding an entire culture is hard. Boba helps, more or less.)

A Softer Epilogue (AO3) - "Branching off from the end of The Mandalorian season 2, an alternate future for Din Djarin, Grogu and Luke Skywalker. Along the way they discover what it means to build a family, a community and a legacy."

Cin Vhetin (AO3) - "Dr. Pershing takes a chance on the Mandalorian, the Asset, and (eventually) himself."

Sauntering Vaguely Upwards (AO3) - "Life goes on after Din is rescued by a group defecting death troopers. This is a direct continuation of Halfway Between the Black and the Grey by UFOtofu. Which is a reimagining of Lady Irina’s Ice and Luck. Because fanfiction of fanfiction!"

Bonus: Treasured Tribute (AO3) - "Instead of calling for a teacher at the Seeing Stone of Tython, Grogu Sees a chance to change everything. He’s thrown back in time, but his buir Din Djarin is now a teen with dim memories of their shared past, so that’s an unexpected complication. Clear across the galaxy, Obi-Wan Kenobi has just volunteered to serve as the tribute demanded by the Mand’alor, for the Order’s actions at Galidraan and the disappearance of his son, Jango Fett. This is not quite the past that Grogu remembers, but there is still a chance to change everything."

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

The tell-tale heart

It’s the first night together after Corin had reclaimed Din and the little bean from Tiem’s clutches. Despite doing little but resting all day, Corin still feels beat up and sore, which means he’s deep asleep in Din’s arms when it happens.

Din shoots up into a sitting position and half-flails as if trying to reach something he can’t see. Equally as sudden, the light is switched on and it floods the bedroom with horrible brightness, blinding Corin and leaving him horribly unprepared for Din diving down to grab a hold of his face and touching it with almost a bit of desperation.

“Are you okay?” Din blurts out.

Horribly confused, having no idea what is happening, Corin stares at his reflection in the t-visor and nods as much as the hands will let him.

“You’re okay?” Din demands to know, even though Corin just confirmed he was and Din can easily see for himself. He touches Corin’s face some more. “You’re really okay?” His hands are shaking.

“I’m… fine.” Corin offers with some hesitation and a lot of concern. “Are you?” What is going on?!

Din is out of breath, sounds more breathless than after hunting down a tricky bounty, and it isn’t just his hands that are shaking, it is his entire body. And he can’t stop touching Corin’s face. “You’re okay. You’re not... You’re... You’re okay.”

And that is when Corin’s brain finally activates and puts the pieces together. “Did you… dream?” About him dying. He can only imagine what Din had gone through yesterday being blind and helpless while Raga and Paz had tried to jump-start Corin’s stupid heart, not once but twice. If the roles had been reversed, Corin would be having nightmares too.

Din doesn’t answer the question, just keeps studying his face a bit longer before switching focus and gently places his fingers to Corin’s chest, where the bones had been broken due to the efforts to save his life.

Seeing how distraught Din is, Corin has to do something. Say something? But what? Words are weak against the horrors of the night, he knows by personal experience, but there has to be something he can do? Especially as it is Corin’s fault that Din is traumatized like this. How can he convince him his heart is fine now? Din won’t believe him if he simply says he’s fine. How can- Wait. Maybe if he…

“Din.” Corin moves up to ease the reluctant Din into lying down again. “I’m okay. I promise.” He settles on his back and manoeuvres Din to rest his head on his chest. “I’m okay. Adjust your settings and listen to what’s under your head; my heart is working just fine. Listen to my heart beating. Can you hear it?”

Din sluggishly presses something on the side of his helmet not resting against Corin’s skin and adjusts his position a little so his head is on top of where Corin’s heart is going nice and strong.

“Can you hear that? I’m right here with you, Din.” Corin whispers. “Just listen to my heart. I’m fi-” No, he can’t use that phrase. That would probably just set Din off again. “I’m okay, Din. Everything is okay.”

Din shudders, curls a little closer and hugs him a little tighter. He doesn’t say anything, but Corin’s stupid suggestion does seem to help as he slowly relaxes and keeps listening to the sound of the steady heartbeat until it carries him back to sleep, and luckily the bad dreams stay away after that.

Until the next night. Though, this time Corin knows what to do and Din listens to the sound of his heartbeat again until the dread leaves his body once more and he can drift back to sleep.

Eventually the nightmares start to fade as the incident grow more distant, more time goes by between the bad dreams until they go away entirely, but after a stressful day Din will still occasionally rest his head on Corin’s chest and listen to his heartbeat for his own enigmatic reasons.

Corin doesn’t mind. At all.

[ok-so-chiggy]

Corin is forced to watch the Reapings of the final four Districts and to continue his agonizing task of memorizing the names and faces of each chosen Tribute. It takes him on an emotional rollercoaster--one that ends up going completely off the rails when two unlikely kids volunteer as tribute.

Unfortunately, the first Volunteer--a tiny green child from Eleven--has no name for Corin to memorize. The second however--a dark, handsome boy from Twelve--has the only name worth memorizing.

Hello, hello! I'm back, a year later, to post the next chapter of this crazy AU. (Even though I haven't been posting, I've never stopped writing!) Anyways, I have a new job so I don't have to work 7 days a week like before. I actually have days off!!!! So yeah I'll be able to post chapters more often. I think maybe only a few people will see/read this fic, but that's okay. I'm just happy to finally get more chapters out there. Thank you to anyone who's ever left a comment or kudos. And big thank you to Lady Irina @sulphuryasecretcloset for encouraging me to continue writing this fic even after so long. Also tagging Ace @miscellaneous-ace because I owe you my life. To everyone, I deeply appreciate any and all support. <3

[fantasicshipsandheretofindthem]

2 years later and I’m still obsessed with this story created by @sulphuryasecretcloset This my third re-read and I wanted to create a little something for it so here is Corin, Din and the womp rat looking very cool:)

[what-am-i-even-doing-tho]

October Drabble Challenge 2023

Day 4- Temperature

"'I'm fine, Corin,' Din insisted with a bright smile that was equally charming and irritating."

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[doodle-list]

Some modern!mandalorian au’s + corin sketches that I drew but kept forgetting to post lmao

Corin belongs to @sulphuryasecretcloset

[sorry-but-no-sorry]

I’ve been reading @sulphuryasecretcloset ‘s fic for about a year now and I’ve been meaning to draw some Mandorin

The time has finally come

A bit of a modern au with Biker Din (I used @cranity ‘s au as a ref)

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

Leave Him Alone

“I'm sorry.” Zev sighs, plopping some snacks into her mouth from the container she had secured from the first food stall they had encountered.

This was meant to be a quick trip into the village to pick up some supplies and then just head back to the cabin where Mose is waiting with Junior (Neither of them do well in the cold.) and Grogu, but things just got more complicated.

“It's fine.” Din sighs as well. He had known bringing Leave-it along, not just her and Corin, would mean there would be a lot of talking, he just hadn't anticipated the blond making it his personal mission to speak to just about every soul in the village.

“He's just...” Zev gestures vaguely towards where Leave-it and Corin are in deep conversation with some stranger. “Weird. Always have to talk to strangers. He got invited to some baby's naming ceremony last week after speaking to the parents for about ten minutes. I honestly can't take him anywhere.” She rummages around in the container for more treats. Din battles against a smile. They are such complete opposites, her and Leave-it, but somehow it works. Judging by how much she's been eating these last two days, things appear to have worked really well between them. She hasn't said anything about anything, but Din is still willing to bet credits on there being some good news real soon. “Seriously, it's fine.”

Which it is. A bit time consuming, but fine. The trouble emerges when Leave-it and Corin come trotting back over, all excited, to tell them they had just been invited to join in on some big sporting event that takes place on a frozen lake.

Zev'sonya scowls and chews. Din is about to veto the entire thing until he sees the excitement in Corin's eyes and the gorgeous smile that reveals just how much he wants to go to this thing. Great. How is he supposed to say no to that?

He can't.

Which is why Din Djarin finds himself standing next to a frozen lake with a very annoyed twi'lek by his side, while the love of his life and his obnoxiously cheerful friend are attaching skates to their feet to join the people already warming up on the ice.

“Push-over.” Zev'sonya mutters.

“I didn't hear you tell your boyfriend no.” Din mutters back, skilfully ignoring Zev’sonya’s scowl.

Down on the frozen lake, Leave-it shows he's not a lost cause on skates, unlike Din. He's clearly not completely comfortable at first, a little awkward as he moves but improving by the second, and soon he's skating around with a confidence and skill Din has yet to achieve even after an embarrassing amount of tutoring.

Corin, on the other hand, is moving with such talent and grace that Din can't help but to wonder if he'd come rushing out of his poor mother on skates. He’s outshining everyone on the ice and he’s not even trying to impress anyone. If anything, Corin looks relaxed and is just having fun hanging around with Leave-it.

The game is silly and pointless. Six souls on each team, each person with a sturdy stick in their hands, trying to smack a small, black rock across a line about a meter long on either side of the lake.

If not for the bright grin on Corin's face as he skates next to Leave-it, Din would have found this a complete waste of time. That smile makes it worth it, though. That smile is perfection.

Once the game starts and the battle for the rock commences, it doesn't take long before the opposing team realizes what Din had already concluded; Corin is the biggest threat to their victory.

While there follows plenty of bickering over the rock, shoulders knocking against shoulders and the volume of voices rising along with their tempers, Din isn't too worried at first. In the fighting pit at the Covert, tempers always flared during their games as well. Then everything changes.

Corin is racing up the ice, tapping the rock along with his stick, when one man comes rushing in from the left. This one ignores going after the rock entirely and instead, with the determination of a hammerhead corvette, he body-slams into Corin with all of his might.

Din’s entire body jolts as Corin goes flying through the air, slams back down onto the ice and slides a good distance before coming to a halt. Pushing himself up on his arms, Corin shakes his head, as if to shake off the shock and dizziness, while Leave-it rushes to his side to check on him along with a couple of others from their team.

Din takes a step forward, about to call Corin off the ice, but it's too late as the crazy man is already up on his skates again and is sliding over to rejoin the game. He appears unharmed by the attack, though Din doesn't trust that for one second and scans Corin as he moves for any signs of discomfort. He knows only too well that Corin will ignore broken bones rather than inconvenience anyone, thinking a silly game being far more important than his own well-being. If Corin's shoulder droops, like when he broke his collarbone, or if he tries to keep his weight off a leg to ease hidden pain, or anything like that, Din will march over and physically drag Corin off the ice.

It’s not long before there is a new attempt at knocking Corin over. The same guy rushes twoards Corin with every intention of body slamming him into next week and it happens so fast that Din can't do anything to stop it.

Luckily, Corin must have anticipated this and he’s ready for it. When the guy charges at him, Corin turns, twists his body out of the way, and watches as his attacker flies by and nearly ends up face-first into the massive snowbank that circles the lake. Unfortunately, Din doesn't get to feel relief because he sees a second guy rushing at Corin's back with the intent of knocking him over while he’s distracted, but Corin once again merely turns and lets the idiot fly by him, even gives him a little wave. Now Din smirks and actually relaxes. A little. Corin's got this.

Despite several more attempts, no one comes close to even touching Corin. He side-steps, twists and slides out of their path with hardly any effort and mouth-watering elegance. If anything, he seems amused.

Din does the mistake of relaxing. Which is of course when bad luck strikes.

Once the players realize they can’t break any of Corin’s bones, they unleash their anger on the easier target: Leave-it, the other outsider. He’s nowhere near as fast or smooth on the skates and so he has no chance to dodge the guy now rushing at him.

Din flinches at the impact. It’s not as harsh as when that first guy hit Corin, but it is plenty hard enough to knock Leave-it over and for him to hit the ice with a yelp. Din looks over at Zev’sonya, who watches with a frown until Leave-it is back up on his skates and grinning at the fussing Corin before turning her attention back to her snacks. It appears that she’s a lot less worried than Din.

Minutes later, they knock the blond over again. Corin quickly skates over and helps Leave-it back up. Minutes after that, the opposing team knock him over a third time.

Kneeling next to Leave-it, who is gesturing that he’s fine, Corin slowly turns his gaze towards where the opposing team are huddling together with smugness radiating off them.

Corin is too far away for Din to see his eyes clearly, but he does see how Corin lowers his chin and how his shoulders tense up as his muscles tighten and bulge.

“Uh oh.” Din mumbles.

“What?” Zev’sonya asks.

“They just made Corin angry.”

Zev’sonya squints with the effort of trying to see what Corin’s face looks like. “I didn’t think he could get angry over a game.”

“Trust me.” Din says. “They could go after him and knock him down all day and he wouldn’t be bothered, but once they go after someone he cares about… I almost feel sorry for them.”

“I don’t.” Zev’sonya says, indeed without an ounce of sympathy in her voice. “I hope Corin breaks their legs.” She slowly cracks something between her teeth that sounds scarily like bones breaking.

Ah. A slight smile tugs at Din’s lips. Not less worried than Din after all, just better at hiding it.

The game starts up again, but this time Corin is the one ignoring the black rock and makes no attempts at scoring points. Instead he skates nearby Leave-it in what others might think is a purely whimsical way until one guy does the mistake of rushing at the blond with every intent of knocking him down.

Corin turns, faster than anyone should be able to on skates, speeds up, hunches forward and slams his shoulder into the guy so hard that both Din and Zev’sonya flinch. The impact is so violent it stops the man as if he’d run straight into a wall, his feet fly high while his upper body go down like a lead weight. The landing is so brutal his ancestors probably feel it too.

Zev’sonya lets out a low cackle of mean satisfaction when the guy has to be helped back up on his feet. Din, on the other hand, keeps his gaze on Corin, who nonchalantly skates around like nothing happened without straying too far from Leave-it or taking his eyes off the opposite team. Oh, he is seriously pissed off. Those guys have no idea what they’ve unleashed. Dank farrik, Corin is hot when he’s angry like this. Watching him destroy that guy without mercy, he’s gorgeous. Most people who have met Corin once upon a time would describe him as amiable to the point of being an easy push-over, but he’s showing a very different side to himself at the moment. One that Din loves. Right now, Corin looks ready to knock your teeth out if you challenge him.

The next man trying to knock Leave-it down fails to see Corin’s approach, but he certainly feels it when Corin grabs a hold of his shoulders and spins around to fling him face first into the snowbank on the left. Idiot number three who charges at Leave-it eats the ice hard when Corin comes up behind him and swings the stick with all of his might at his ankles. It takes a little while before someone tries to knock Leave-it down again after that, but once he scores two points for his team the tempers flare and one moron can’t help himself and rushes towards the blond.

“Mistake.” Zev’sonya observes,

“Big mistake.” Din agrees, while hoping she doesn’t pick up on the rasp in his voice due to how his throat is snaring up with the urge to admire out loud how hot Corin is right now.

“Down, boy.” Zev’sonya mumbles with a slight grin.

She heard. Dammit. Din clears his throat a little awkwardly, but still savours the ruthless way Corin slams into a guy with all of his considerable strength and no fear. Magnificent. Mandokarla. So karking Mandokarla. This is what he knows is hiding behind Corin’s peaceful front and Din love it when idiots are corrected for mistaking his kar’ta’s kindness for weakness. Just because Corin prefers not to beat the shit out of people, it doesn’t mean he’s not able to if he feels like it.

It almost makes Din a little sad when there are no more attempts to challenge Corin’s defence of his friend. Leave-it gets to skate around freely, oblivious to the ominous presence of his self proclaimed bodyguard hovering nearby, ready to interfere with anyone going after him.

Not trusting things to not go wrong, Din lets out a sigh of relief when the game is finally over. Corin and Leave-it’s team win 16-2. After a quick celebration with their team-mates, the two make their way over to Din and Zev’sonya, who choose to wait at a safe distance from clingy strangers.

“We won!” Leave-it declares with a laugh, one arm around Corin and the other punching the air.

“Congratulations.” Din says, eyes dwelling on Corin and loving how happy he looks.

“We saw.” Zev’sonya drawls.

“Don’t you wanna kiss the most important player on the ice?” Leave-it counters, leaning towards Zev’sonya with a suggestive grin and waggling eyebrows. “I mean, I must have scored ten or eleven of those points.”

“Yeah.” Zev’sonya says, raising an eyebrow to underline her sardonic look. “Because Corin beat up anyone who got in your way.”

“What?” Leave-it huffs. “No!” He looks over at Din. “Tell her that’s not true.”

Corin sends Din a tense look that begs for him to lie so Leave-it can go on smiling like he is.

Din purses his lips for a brief moment, considering his options, before replying. “I think you scored twelve of them, actually. That’s what I counted, anyway.”

“See?!” Leave-it exclaims with delight, only to have Zev’sonya roll her eyes and walk away which of course makes him hurry after her. “Zev, baby, twelve points. That’s awesome. I’m awesome! We should celebrate. Lucky you to be married to a genius. I’m kinda jealous. Zev. Hey, Zev. Wait up!”

Din smirks. Not a lie, no revealing of Corin’s actions, the perfect distraction for the guy famous for his lack of attention span. Raga would have been proud.

Corin inches over to stand next to Din as they watch the two walk away, speaking in a quiet voice: “Thank you.”

Din grunts, then turns to face him.

Offering a nervous smile, Corin shrugs. “I got a little carried away, I know. I’m sorry. I just… There was no reason to go after him like that. They were just doing it because they couldn’t get me; hurting him because they couldn’t hurt me, and I… got angry.”

“Furious.” Din corrects him a little absently.

Corin nods and lowers his gaze, appearing outwardly submissive, yet there is an unmistakable undertone of quiet, hard defiance in his voice as he speaks. “It was just game, I know, okay? I acted like an idiot, I realize that, but they were hurting him and I-”

“You.” Din reaches up and cups his gorgeous face between his hands to make him look up again. Din loses himself in those mesmerizing eyes as if the barrier of the HUD does not exist. “Were magnificent out there. Strong. Gorgeous. I could have watched you for days.”

Corin’s eyes flash with surprise and his lips part a little in a way that makes heat lick up Din’s spine. Yeah, his kar’ta still has no clue in regards to the effect he has on him and Din is starting to think he might never get it. Though, that might not be a bad thing, considering how enticing Corin looks all flustered when Din has to spell it out for him. “Din…”

Breathing a soft laugh, Din decides not to tease him today. He draws a final and lingering caress along Corin’s jawline before letting go and ordering the heat to leave his blood. “You protected your brother. As a Mandalorian should. You did good, okay?”

Corin smiles as the anxiousness leaves his body, but his gaze never leaves Din. Actually, there is something in his mesmerizing eyes that keeps a stubborn ember of fire alive in Din’s veins. “Does that mean I get a reward?”

Din struggles to swallow. Behave. He might mean something platonic. “Sure. What do you want?”

Corin’s smile widens a tiny fraction. There is nothing platonic about what’s on his mind, for sure. “I’ll tell you later.” He abruptly turns to follow the others. “Let’s get back to the ship before Zev’sonya decides to leave us behind and makes us walk back to the cabin.”

Din takes a deep, deep breath, before he follows with a faint laugh. Ice skating with sticks is officially his new favourite sport. It is definitely not a waste of time after all.

Maybe there is some way to get Corin a semi-regular spot on the local team?

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

I can’t say what makes me the happiest; that 2 years later you still care about my fic, that you would re-read it or the absolutely GORGEOUS masterpiece you’ve created! I swear, I jumped in my seat because it looked like such an official thing that I thought for half a second that Disney had hired Matt Bomer for real xD I love this so much! Would you mind terribly if I added it to the fic and possibly used it as my profile pic? Either way, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING!

2 years later and I’m still obsessed with this story created by @sulphuryasecretcloset This my third re-read and I wanted to create a little something for it so here is Corin, Din and the womp rat looking very cool:)

[friendlyloner]

Well here it is I guess. My first ever Tumblr post and fandom creation. I stumbled across @sulphuryasecretcloset's The Mandalorian, His Son, And The Stormtrooper last winter at a time when myself and my loved ones were going through and incredibly difficult period and the fic series and watching how lovely all of its fans were became my escape and safe haven. I found myself wanting for the first time in my life to actually participate in a fandom. But more than a decade of lurking in fandoms is hard to shake off and I ended up thinking; I don't know how to draw fanart, I don't know how to write fanfiction, but...well, I do have this one hobby...

And six months later here we are. Hi, Mandorins, my name is Threadiment and my needle slipped and this came out.

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Our new preview is from an art piece by Ort (@fox-moblin) !

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[An image preview from the Snow & Sand Mandorin Zine set over a starry background with the zine visual (three silhouettes, one armored, one not, and one of Grogu, sitting together on a dune of snow or sand) and the avatar and name of the contributor, Ort. The close-cropped preview shows the heads of two character. On the right, in profile looking right, is Corin. He has pale skin, black hair, and blue eyes. To his left and slightly behind him is Din Djarin. He is wearing his armor helmet and the top of his shoulders, covered by a red cape, are visible. In the background are stylized trees. The whole has a very art-nouveau look.]