Din Djarin x f!reader
••Din rescues you from your captors

Everything went south from the very beginning.

The intel you'd been given on the target was no good, leading you straight into a trap. You and Din were separated in the chaos and although he was able to somehow escape, you weren't so lucky.

After a week had gone by, you stopped counting the days. Your captors passed you around, each trying their own methods to make you talk. You endured the torture, but they could tell you were starting to crack.

You were kept in a cramped cell most of the time, your hands bound behind your back and your head covered by a bag. Sometimes you'd spend hours waiting for food, water, or more torture.

Today marked the third day you had gone without food. You'd done something to annoy one of your captors, which caused him to withdraw food entirely—not that it mattered. You weren't hungry and the slop they fed you was closer to garbage than actual food.

Currently you sat slumped against the wall, trying not to focus on the sound of yourself struggling to breathe. You were certain you had a few broken ribs, as each breath was as difficult and painful as the last.

In your delirious state, your mind wandered to the thought of Din and you couldn't help but ask if he was coming to save you. You worked with him on various jobs and had been through a lot with him, but you always thought he viewed you as a partner—someone he had a short-term relationship with and didn't consider to be important.

Even if he's looking, he'll never find me... you thought, swallowing thickly and grimacing at the foul taste of blood on your tongue. I'm going to die here.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a noise. You held your breath and listened to see if you heard it again, wondering if your mind was playing tricks on you. A dull thud followed by a groan of pain and a volley of gunshots suddenly rung in your ears. 

You pressed yourself against the wall as the sounds of violence grew closer, your breaths quickening out of fear. Someone was on a rampage and you knew you'd soon be on the receiving end of it.

Minutes later, you could hear heavy footsteps coming toward your cell. You squeezed your eyes shut despite being unable to see through the bag and felt your entire body tense up.

The cell door opened and someone approached. The moment you felt their touch, you thrashed and kicked with all of your might.

"No! Please don't hurt me!" you screamed, fighting to keep them from grabbing ahold of you.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice called your name. "Y/N, cyar'ika... it's me. I'm not going to hurt you."

You stopped fighting, breathing in lungfuls of air no matter how badly it hurt to do so. Your heart pounded in your chest as it finally dawned on you.

"Din...?" you croaked.

Din carefully pulled the bag off of your head and tossed it aside, his gloved hands now hovering on either side of your face. Although you couldn't see his expression, you could feel the shock and guilt radiating from him in waves. He wasn't even fully aware that he had called you 'cyar'ika'.

"Dank farrik..." he paused, his voice cracking with emotion as he studied your bruised and bloodied face. "...what have they done to you?"

Tears welled up in your eyes almost immediately. You let out a choked sob as they rolled down your cheeks and slumped against him. He quickly cut you free from your restraints and pulled you into his embrace, careful not to hold you too tightly. In that moment, you didn't care what 'cyar'ika' meant. You were just glad he was holding you.