Star Wars Imagines

Din Djarin - Care

Inspired by a recent injury I had. I also asked @hdlynnslibrary on tumblr to do one for me, and I loved hers, but this is how I was coping when it happened. I finally edited it, so enjoy!

TW: description of injury, bruising, fluffy feels.

Early today, you had barely fallen two feet when you'd slipped off the ladder to the cockpit. You had felt a twinge in your ankle from the sudden impact with the floor, but you told yourself that you were fine because you could put pressure on it. You'd even repeatedly assured Din you weren't hurt as he had assessed you for potential injuries.

Now, you were stranded on the cockpit floor after your nap in Din's comfy pilot seat, unable to step on your foot at all. You didn't want to worry Din, but you also knew that if he figured out you were hurt and didn't tell him, he'd... well, he wouldn't be angry, but he would probably scold you for hiding such a thing. You swallowed your pride, knowing you needed the help, and called out to your Mandalorian.

It was clear he'd recognized the pained tone in your voice from the way he hurried through the sliding door, his shoulders tensed. "What's wrong?"

You dropped your gaze to the floor, your face burning red as you tried to blink away your tears. "Remember when I fell earlier?"

His gloved hand shifted your chin so you were facing him again, your blurry eyes meeting his visor. "Cyar'ika, you told me you were fine," he sighed softly with nothing but absolute care in his voice.

You took a breath of relief at that, and laced your fingers with his. "I- I thought I was fine, but I can't put weight on it anymore, and my ankle hurts."

Din squeezed your hand and wiped away your tears with his other one, the worn leather soft against your cheek. "My best guess is that it's probably just a sprain, given that you were able to walk right after. Either way, we're gonna have to wrap it up, and I still want to take a closer look at it."

You nodded as he took both of your hands in his, using those toned muscles you love so much to pull you gently from the floor. Once you were standing on your uninjured leg, Din tucked his hands under your arms to lift you up. You secured your legs around his waist, careful not to strain your ankle, and tightened your arms around his neck.

"Hold tight while I'm going down the ladder, okay?" he said and rubbed his hand over your spine in a soothing motion.

You hummed in understanding, nestling your face into your favorite spot between his pauldron and helmet. It was where you could smell him the most. Not the beskar steel, carbon scoring, and leather- but him. Earthy and a bit sweet.

"You smell good, Din," you mumbled after a deep inhale.

He started down the cockpit ladder, a chuckle rumbling in his chest but not coming through the modulator. "Well, I think you smell better."

"Can you smell me through the helmet?" you asked curiously.

Now that he was safely on the floor again, your Mandalorian placed one of his hands back on your hip and squeezed. "Yes." A moment later, he added, "Donar flower, jogan fruit, and vanilla."

You giggled. "Have you been studying my soap bottles?"

Din ignored your accusation. "And sometimes, after you wear one of my shirts to bed, you smell like me."

You planted a kiss on the side of his helmet and couldn't resist the urge to smile with that happy, bubbling feeling at the bottom of your lungs.

Din noticed your grin as he set you in a storage crate in the cargo hold, tilting his helmet at you. "Cyar'ika, somedays I think you're going to be the death of me." His fingertips brushed your hair behind your ear then followed your jawline back down to cup your chin. "Today is one of those days."

You laughed and watched as your Mandalorian walked away to find a medpac, admiring his backside. He didn't have his cape on today. "You know exactly how to make me feel better, don't you?"

"My job is to take care of you. That includes making you smile, cyar'ika." He paused to open one of the storage crates. "And I'm good at what I do."

Your heart melted again. "Best in the parsec," you joked back, referencing his bounty hunter title. If you were being honest, though, he was best across all the parsecs in the galaxy at making you happy.

He came back with a medpac and set it on the ground so he could remove your boot and sock. In doing so, he reduced his usually lethal strength to the carefullest touch you could imagine, and you were suddenly reminded of how much of a softie your Mandalorian could be.

When he finally rolled your sock off your heel, you grimaced at the sight. Your ankle was extremely bruised and swollen- blue, black, and purple spots running all the way down to the bottom of your heel. "That looks bad."

Din didn't respond, only ungloving his hand. "Tell me if it hurts."

You immediately tensed as he moved to grab your ankle, defensively placing your hands on his shoulders to get him to stop. "No, no, don't- don't touch it. Please."

"I have to see it's broken, cyar'ika. I can only take care of you if I know what's wrong."

You shook your head, lip quivering as you remembered the pain from when you stepped on it not a few minutes earlier.

That visor stared back at you, hiding what you knew had to be a look of worry. You could just make out the shape of his furrowed brows through the dark glass. "Do you trust me?"

Din knew the answer to his question already. Of course, you trusted him. You trusted him with your life. "Ti an ner kar'ta," you whispered, withdrawing your hands from his shoulders even as your pulse rose in anticipation of the pain.

"So brave, sweet girl." He took your foot in his hands, and you relaxed when there wasn't any sudden pain. He reminded you again to let him know if it hurts.

Your Mandalorian carefully guided your foot to the right, then the left. It didn't hurt, so you didn't make a sound, but that blank visor focused on you for a few moments before he turned it again. This time, he slowly rotated the joint around in a circle. To you surprise, it didn't hurt as much as you expected it to. When your foot was in a flexed position, it pinched a bit, which you told him, but that was it.

"It's not broken," Din confirmed. "It might be sprained, but I think the worst of the pain is coming from a bursted blood vessel." He pointed at the discolored skin. "That's what all this bruising is from, and the extra pressure and swelling is pushing on your nerves."

You let out a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding while Din opened two bacta patches, kneeling in front of you. He applied one to the front of your ankle and one to the back.

"Thank you."

"Ti ori'emuur, sweet girl," he replied, though his helmet was still tilted toward your foot. "Ni kar'tayl gaar darasuum." He secured the batca patches with a wrap, then put your sock back on.

When he stood, you reached out with your hands, silently begging him for one of his bear hugs. He was never one to turn down your physical affections, knowing how much they meant to you even if they were still unfamiliar to him, so he naturally moved forward, standing between your thighs. You laid your forehead on his cuirass and closed your eyes, content in his encompassing warmth.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

Mando'a Translations:
cyar'ika - darling
ti an ner kar'ta - with all my heart
ti ori'emuur - with great pleasure
ni kar'tayl gaar darasuum - I love you (literally, i know you forever)