request; "I just realized how much I needed more mando x male reader content. Following le prompt may I request "what are you doing awake?" With our friendly neighborhood mando? Something along the lines of reader gets hurt and Din orders him to get extra rest as he patches him up." // @mindfullnoob
summary; Mando tries to get you to stay in bed.
notes; male!reader, mentions of injury, blood
You couldn’t really remember how you got to where you were, one moment you were fighting alongside your boyfriend and a handsome marshal on Tatooine, the next you were waking up in the bed you shared with Din, groaning and growling at a throbbing pain in your foot and your shoulder; an awful, horrible pain as if stitches had been crudely torn from your skin, but you did your best to keep quiet. You really did.
It was late, Din was sound asleep in his chair, the Child was snoring softly from his bunk, so you decided to slip out of bed; you groaned and clenched your teeth when you felt the searing pain, and you could have sworn you heard something crunch when you stood up. The hobble to the passenger seat, the one beside Din, seemed to last years, but when you finally got there, you grinned. Triumphant.
“What are you doing awake?” Din grumbled, making you gulp, very clearly wide awake.
“How long was I out for?” You asked, trying to mask the pain with a half-grin and a question.
Standing up, Din got so close that the metal plate on his chest could almost touch your thinly veiled skin that hid behind the layers of cream coloured fabric, he sighed and shook his head, he could see the blood sticking to your shirt, crimson and pink seeping through thin cloth. “Sit down, you’re bleeding and I need to patch you up.”
“Mando,” you whined, trying to stand without leaning on the chair but stumbling slightly when you did. “I’m fine! I’m a big boy, I can look after myself.”
Looking down, quite obviously, at your groin for a moment before rearing his head up again, Din folded his arms across his chest, once more shaking his head. “You could get an infection, (y/n).”
“Fuck’s sake,” you grumbled, slipping onto the passenger seat and tugging your shirt off, tossing it aside. “Fine.”
Din set to work, sitting down beside you with the first aid kit he had grabbed from underneath his own seat, tenderly seeing to the awful gash on your shoulder; it didn’t take him long, but by the time he was done, all he could do was sigh.
“You’re gonna need bed rest for that foot, you know.” He commented, hoping that there was no room for argument.
“I’ll be fine, Mando, I-”
“Best rest. Come on, you need it.” Din commanded. “I can take you in warm, or I can forget to tuck you in.”
“Do your worst,” you challenged, your voice very much the same pitch and tone as you stood your ground and squared your shoulders; you were, however, incredibly taken aback when Din hoisted you up and carried you back to bed, dropping you carefully on it before pulling the blanket back up to tuck you in. “Fuck’s sake... Can you stay, though?”
“I can stay,” he agreed, awkwardly getting onto the bed beside you, it made him laugh softly, to himself. “You really are one stubborn man, (y/n).”
“It’s one of the reasons you love me, though, right?”
“As long as I don’t have to patch you up again.” He chuckled beneath the helmet, rolling onto his side so that he could press his forehead to your temple, the metal cool and comforting against your skin as you relaxed and leaned into him. “I love you.”
There was a rustle, the sound of something light padding along the floor, something tugged at the blanket before scurrying up and making its way between you and Din; the Child cooed, snuggling between his two dads.