Challenge 284, din/Cobb, g
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Sacred Text (200 words) by look_turtles
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth
Summary:
Written for the anythingdrabble prompt: along
Din often thought that since weapons were part of his religion that scars should be sacred text; each one told their own story of battles and fights.
Din was in Cobb’s bedroom with said lawman. Cobb turned around, pulled off his shirt and Din gasped. Cobb’s back was covered with jagged faded scars.
‘Looking at my scars? Cobb asked.
‘What happened?’
‘I was a slave and didn’t much care for being told what to do.’
‘Can I touch them?’ Din asked because those scars looked strangely inviting.
‘I’m here with my shirt off, if you didn’t want to touch I’d be offended.’ Cobb said and even though he wasn’t facing Din, Din could still picture Cobb’s wink.
Din took off his gloves and moved close to Cobb. He brought up his hands and rubbed his figures against the rough scarred skin.
‘Don’t look,’ said as he reached up and removed his helmet. He moved close and brushed his lips against a scar that traveled along Cobb’s spine.
Din groaned when his lips meant Cobb’s warm skin. He brought his hands up and run his figures against Cobb’s skin,
Cobb’s scars were indeed sacred text and Din would worship every one.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth
Summary:
To Din scars are sacred text
Written for the anythingdrabble prompt: along
Din often thought that since weapons were part of his religion that scars should be sacred text; each one told their own story of battles and fights.
Din was in Cobb’s bedroom with said lawman. Cobb turned around, pulled off his shirt and Din gasped. Cobb’s back was covered with jagged faded scars.
‘Looking at my scars? Cobb asked.
‘What happened?’
‘I was a slave and didn’t much care for being told what to do.’
‘Can I touch them?’ Din asked because those scars looked strangely inviting.
‘I’m here with my shirt off, if you didn’t want to touch I’d be offended.’ Cobb said and even though he wasn’t facing Din, Din could still picture Cobb’s wink.
Din took off his gloves and moved close to Cobb. He brought up his hands and rubbed his figures against the rough scarred skin.
‘Don’t look,’ said as he reached up and removed his helmet. He moved close and brushed his lips against a scar that traveled along Cobb’s spine.
Din groaned when his lips meant Cobb’s warm skin. He brought his hands up and run his figures against Cobb’s skin,
Cobb’s scars were indeed sacred text and Din would worship every one.