Warnings: some depictions of blood but nothing terrible. panic attack. welp I must admit it’s not my best writing and I may have rushed it but it is what it is, I guess.
a/n: I’m thinking about writing more mandalorian one shots cause honestly tbobf really inspired a lot of ideas in my head. we shall see.
The heart within your chest beat speratically as you fell into the midst of panic. Looking to your left you could see the new companion limp in the passenger seat motionless. You quickly stood to your feet, caring little about your own self, you went to her side with limp strides.
"Hey." You spoke gently, trying to keep your emotions under check.
You received no response, no sense of acknowledgment.
Don’t panic. . . there’s no time for that.
With clouded eyes your gaze shifted to the beskar clad man in the who was currently slumped over in the pilot seat. With a grunt he began to shift, his gloved hands clenching around the armrests of the leathered seat, "Din?" You whispered, your voice raspy from breathing in the bitter cold that blanketed itself around the ship.
He turned to you, his head tilting to the side. He seemed to be out of sorts and once he regained his whits he seemed to almost jerk to meet your eyes - rushing to your side in a hurry.
He gently placed his hands on your shoulders, "You need to sit, cyar'ika." His voice sounded concerned, maybe even panicked in a way, but with his voice modular you could never be sure.
You had no idea what the mandalorian's meaning to the word was but the moment it fell so effortlessly from his lips it made you realize that it was definitely something to ponder on and ask about later.
He left no room for an argument as you willingly obeyed his orders and walked back to when you sat before with a sigh. It wasn't until then that you could feel an thick warm liquid coating the fabric of your shirt. You could hardly feel a thing. The only thing you could feel though was the shocks of panic beginning to boil over. Your breaths became quick and your eyes wide as your fingers twitched uneasy at your side.
"You're going to be okay.”
With deep breathes you tried to bury the emotions down by focusing only on your companions soothing voice.
"Just listen to my voice. That's all you have to do."
Your eyes were screwed shut and behind them, you felt the tears building up. With minimal effort you managed to turn your head away from the Mandalorian and towards the added passenger. She was still unconscious. Doing your best to ignore your vision blurring you decided to let your eyes trail around the cockpit. Everything, as one would expect, was in disarray. The crash was inevitable, it was no one's fault but for some reason after taking so many risks - it felt like this was the one that could have taken your life away and this simple fact is what caused tears to start dribbling down your cheeks.
The sound of sizzling from Din Cauterizing the open wound on your stomach was the only sound bouncing off the cabin's walls. Along with the pain filled grunts coming from past your lips and Din's labored breathing — The Child observed the situation and began waddling to the two of you. The child's coo's of concern caused your dazed eyes to meet his big worried ones as he moved closer and attempted to reach out to you.
Din saw him coming and held out his right arm, blocking him from you. "She needs space right now."
The words that gurgled up your throat were raspy but nevertheless you managed to let them out, "It's okay. I want him."
Complying with your wishes, Din let him waddle to you accompanied by long sigh crackling though his modulator.
"You need to take some deep breaths for me, please." Din said, his helmet angled down to you and now to the kid who cuddled into your side, finding a place under your arm.
You nodded your head and let air fill your lungs. At first it burned and became increasingly more difficult to breath properly. The tears in your eyes never faded and the pain you felt still had ahold of you. You turned your face away from your companion but the attempt at keeping your emotions hidden were fruitless.
Together the two of you have traveled, fought, and comforted each other when the longing for a place all too present wiggled its way into both your hearts. With the current situation you found yourselves content with the way this bounty hunting life took its hold but you wanted something stable, something normal.
And the normal life you longed for was something the Mandalorian in front of you never even considered going after.
After spending day after day with you, he knew when something was wrong. Once the cut was fully closed the Mandalorian set the various medical supplies back in the aid kit and found himself scooting to lay his back up against the wall beside you. The Child still remained nestled under your arm, fisting onto the shirt you wore to conserve the warmth you provided. You eyes still remained unfocused even as a familiar beskar claded shoulder brushed against yours.
"I know you've been having a hard time with all of this. With this life," Din tried, his gloved hand fumbled with the grates covering the floor. "With me."
He's talking about the tension.
That was a difficult subject to talk about for the two of you and neither of you ever brought it up.
You both knew the feelings you shared but it was never mentioned or even acknowledged - it was just known.
"I can always drop you off-."
You interrupted him with a single word making the man in armors eyebrows scrunch together under his helmet. He had no idea what to say but he knew this was the right time to say something. While he sat with you in this moment he realized one thing. If the world’s surface decided to open up one day and swallowed him whole, you never would get the chance to know who he truly was. This bothered him to no end. Throughout his life he thrived off of secrecy — his creed. To everyone in the universe he was a mystery and he hated the thought of him being that way to you.
Everything he needed to say was stuck in his throat causing a nervousness to fall over him and because of this his breaths became sharp. His unusual demeanor was not lost on you and as you let out a shaky sigh you found yourself resting your head on the cold pauldron he wore.
"I'm not leaving." You promised, your voice soft as your eyes fluttered closed for a moment.
The Mandalorian found his helmet tilted down at you in awe. As if three simple words made all the clouded thoughts vanish and his worries be put to rest with your gentle vow. While your body settled into his he found himself welcoming the feeling of you pressed against him, searching for whatever comfort he could provide.
Because truth be told, if he were being honest, he found just as much comfort in you as you found in him.
