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Hiii, I would really like to see Lella having a little accident and din being a mother hen and taking care of her (pre accident and loss of memory of course). I just can’t stop thinking about din being a protector with the love of his life. Amazing story btw 🤍 thank u

Pairing: Din x Iella (Female OC)

Word Count: 1191

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“Get down!” Din screamed and as terror washed over him, he threw himself over Iella’s body, pinning her to the ground and covering her from the blast of the explosion that rocked the small town they were stationed in.

Iella grit her teeth as the pain in her arm throbbed wildly.

“Are you ok?” He asked, looking down at her intently.

Even with the helmet covering his face, Iella felt compelled to tell him all of her secrets. He just had that way about him. But they were trying to keep their new relationship quiet, especially infront of Quin and Xi’an, who clearly held affections for Din.

“I’m ok.” She assured him, hoping the strain in her voice wouldn’t give away how much she truly was in pain.

She knew the blaster bolt that had ripped through her upper arm just minutes before would be enough for Din to lose his cool.

That was the last thing they needed. She knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his cool, that his reaction would blow their cover, so she stayed quiet.

Later that night, as they were back on the transport, Quin was organizing for a wild night out, as was the regular for them.

“You coming?”

“No, I think I’ll turn in early tonight.” She answered his request, ignoring Xi’an’s roll of her eyes at her words.

She knew the Twi’lek thought she was a prissy, goody two-shoes. But really, Iella was just trying to hide the fact that her arm was bleeding and throbbing in pain.

“Mando? You wanna get crazy tonight?” Xi’an asked flirtily, causing the Mandalorian to stiffen in his seat, finally tearing his attention away from the woman who held his affection, that he knew was acting differently since the fight.

“No. I think I need an early night, too. We need some rest before our next hunt.” He said, thinking of the first excuse that came to his mind.

Xi’an scoffed and stood from her seat. “You two are more boring than I thought you would be.” She muttered as she made her way down the ramp and off the ship.

“Have a good night.” Iella said to Quin with a plastic smile as she moved past him to make her way to her little bunk.

She sighed as soon as she closed the door behind her, finally wincing and showing just how much her arm was hurting her.

She moved to the small bathroom, peeling off the long sleeved shirt she wore that was thankfully black to hide the steady flow of blood. She hissed as she saw the gash on her arm and the blood that poured out of it.

Grabbing a towel, she quickly pressed it against her injury, holding back a whimper of pain as she pressed it against her wound.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at her door, making her eyes go wide.

“El? It’s me, are you ok?” Din’s quiet voice sounded on the other side of the door.

Whispering a quick curse, Iella grit her teeth, and, ignoring the pain in her arm, quickly put on her long sleeved shirt back on. She jogged to the door, knowing the more time that passed, the more worried he would become.

She plastered on the fakest expression and opened the door, only to meet the judgemental gaze of the helmeted Mandalorian who only tilted his head in contemplation at the sight of her. Iella swallowed thickly, she knew he could see right through her.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.”

Din sighed and stepped into the room, slamming the door closed behind him.

“Really, cause you’ve been acting differently since the mission.”

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah, you said that.” Din said monotonously. “Now, tell me what’s really going on.”

“Nothing’s going on-”

“Don’t lie to me, El.”

“I’m not- fuck!” She yelled in pain as Din suddenly reached out to grab onto her arm. He recoiled at the sound of her in pain and, behind his helmet, he wore a horrified expression.

“What happened?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Nothin-”

“Iella, enough of the bullshit. Tell me what happened.”

His voice left no room for arguments and she sighed heavily. Slowly beginning to remove the shirt she wore. She didn’t notice how his body stiffened, how he immediately averted his gaze respectfully, his heart racing at the prospect of her removing her clothing in front of him.

But once her shirt was off, leaving her in only a small tank top, revealing her bleeding wound, Din’s body tensed for an entirely different reason.

“Who did this?” He asked, his voice low with a deadly anger.

“I don’t know.”

“Who did this?!” He yelled again, his anger reaching a boiling point at seeing her injury.

He could never keep a levelled head when it came to her in danger.

“I don’t know! Din, It happened so fast, I didn’t see who it was.” She argued back, the use of his name, which he had just recently told her, throwing him for a loop.

He always felt overwhelmed whenever she used it and he was forced to silence.

Din sighed heavily, bowing his head as he tried his hardest to calm down.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, it just stings a little.” She said softly, almost bashfully.

He noticed her averting her gaze and leaned forward, catching her chin with his fingers, making her look up at him.

“Don’t hide this, ok? Next time you’re hurt you tell me.” He told her and she nodded shyly.

He gently moved her to sit on the edge of her small bed, grabbing the first aid kit from the bathroom and returning to kneel in front of her.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered to her in comfort as she hissed in pain as he pressed the alcohol swab against her open wound. His stomach turned at the expression of pain on her face, but he forced himself to continue to disinfect her injury.

They were silent as he dressed her wound and covered it with gauze, Iella having to look away from his intense stare through the helmet which she had become affluent at reading.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I should have told you.”

The guilt he heard in her voice turned his stomach and he shook his head.

“Close your eyes.” His raspy voice uttered, stunning her to silence for a moment, before she realized just what he was asking.

Her heart raced as she closed her eyes and she heard the sound of his helmet being removed and placed on the ground.

“Don’t ever apologize for this.” He whispered, the sound of his unfiltered voice sending a shiver down her spine. “I will always be here to take care of you.” He promised.

Before she could say another word back to him, his lips were crashing to hers, catching her in a passionate kiss that turned her mind to mush.

Din reluctantly pulled away from her after a few seconds, letting his forehead rest against hers.

“You tell me next time, ok? Cause I can’t handle the thought of you being hurt.”

“Thank you.” Iella whispered.

“Always, Cyare.”

Let me know if there’s a scene you’d like me to write for these two xx

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