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Prompt number 9 with Din Djarin? I want to be hurt right now and you write him in the best possible way 🫡

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character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: "I know, I know it hurts." (@promptsbytaurie)

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You cursed as you turned the corner and lost your footing, stumbling into the alley. You failed to regain your balance, instead tumbling down to the stony ground. It tore at your skin underneath your tunic and pants as you at least tried to roll out of the clumsy maneuver, but it was no use.

As soon as you managed to get back to your feet, you were already pinned down by your three pursuers.

Great. You kept your blaster raised even as your shoulders fell in defeat.

You had tried to tell him you were no good for his crew. You didn't have enough training. Hells, he was still training you in any spare time the two of you had, which wasn't much by any means.

Now, here you were, no doubt about to force him into a bargaining position that would make him choose between you and the kid. Thank the Force you had decided to leave the baby in the Crest for this outing.

"Drop the blaster." The hunter snarled as he gestured with his own blaster to the ground. "Now."

You let out a huff and bent down until you were able to set the blaster onto the ground. You kicked it forward, sending it skidding across the stony surface until it found its place underneath another one of the hunters' boots. You kept your hands lifted in surrender, expecting one or two of them to come and cuff you, but they didn't move.

They were waiting, and they were right to, because he would come. He had already been on his way when you had last commed him.

It didn't take long. You could see the reflection of the alley's dim lighting on his armor before he was even fully in view. Din held his blaster out, but two of the hunters still had theirs trained on you, and the third was aimed at Din.

"This is how it's going to go, Mandalorian." The hunter that had spoken to you sneered and pointed towards Din's blaster. "You're gonna put that blaster down and tell us where the asset is, and we won't shoot and kill your friend here."

One of the hunter's blasters clicked. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky exhale, forcing yourself to be calm. It was your own fault you were in this position, anyway.

"I don't think so."

Din's voice was hard, cold, and dangerous. It was so low that it rumbled through his vocoder, threatening enough to bring a chill to your skin. You wouldn't want to be on the other side of his words.

One of the hunters suddenly shot the ground just beside your foot. You gasped in surprise, jumping at the jarring action before making yourself freeze again.

"Don't think we won't shoot, Mando."

Din's helmet tilted slowly. "Don't think I won't shoot, either."

The hunter chuckled. "You take one shot at us, and two of our own go right through their heart."

Finally, for the first time since appearing in the alley, Din's visor met your gaze. You pleaded with him, even if you didn't know what you were asking for. Of course, the human part of you wanted to be saved, but you were the one who had gotten yourself into this mess. He should protect the kid and leave you to your fate.

Din gave his helmet a subtle shake, as if he had somehow been following along with your own thoughts. You grimaced, but weren't given any more time to get anything else across.

"Where's the asset?"

Din adjusted his grip on his blaster, but otherwise remained perfectly still. He didn't respond, instead assessing the situation further as he let his visor scan over everyone.

"Answer," the hunter also clicked his blaster and pointed it towards you, "the question."

Din growled. "Don't..."

He couldn't even get the rest of his hostile warning out. The hunter's blaster lowered and he fired a clean shot straight at your leg.

The force of it instantly brought you to the ground as you cried out in both shock and pain. The air was also knocked from your lungs as you landed awkwardly, unfortunately unable to move due to the fiery agony that sprouted from your thigh through the rest of your veins like wildfire.

You half-gasped and half-sobbed as a pain like nothing you'd ever felt before consumed you and muffled the rest of the galaxy around you. It took several heartbeats, made audible with the blood rushing in your ears, for you to even consider paying attention to everything else that was going on.

You tried to lift your head and look up, but a gentle hand eased it back down.

"Easy, easy." Din's voice was breathless, but also more gentle than you had ever heard it before. "Breathe. Just breathe."

You winced and still tried to move, despite his reassurance. "But... the hunters..."

"They've been dealt with."

The pure vitriol in Din's words was a stark contrast to the caring way in which he helped you roll out of your awkward positioning on the hard ground. You were soon laid out on your back, looking up only to find his helmet staring back at you with concern that no amount of beskar could ever hide.

"You're safe now."

You wished you could have controlled the pitiful whimpers that left you as more of your adrenaline faded and made room for the pain to blossom even more, but it wasn't something you could control. Your lips trembled as you lifted your fists and lowered them upon your closed eyes.

"I'm sorry." You were still gasping and sobbing as you spoke, something that both pain and shock were no doubt responsible for. "This is my fault. I'm—."

"Don't say that." Din was firm, but no less gentle as he brushed a gloved hand over your head. "That's not true."

He had no time to reassure you further. Din let out a steady exhale, and as you lowered your fists from your face, you saw him giving the alley a quick glance.

"The shots drew attention. We need to leave."

Din looked down to carefully maneuver his arms underneath you, with one steadying your legs as the other supported your back. As soon as he lifted you, your injured leg was jostled, making you cry out as you grasped onto his cowl.

"I know, I know it hurts." Din remained careful even as he swiftly began to move away from the scene. "Just breathe. It'll be over soon."

You closed your eyes and did your best to obey his command. Darkness pulled at the edges of your swimming vision whenever you tried to reopen your eyes, and though you wanted to warn Din that you were falling under, there was no way for you to speak. Your tongue grew too thick for your mouth, and before you knew it, you had succumbed to the darkness wholeheartedly.

When you woke again, you were already on the Crest. You let out a quiet groan as the cargo hold's dim lights burned your eyes that had adjusted to total darkness. It took a few confused seconds for you to remember what had happened, and when you did, you instantly lifted your head from the soft material supporting it and looked around.

Din was nearby, but he was pacing the floor of the hold beside the makeshift cot he had set you upon, his gloved hands pulling tight into fists over and over again with each long stride. You tried to speak to get his attention, but all your dry throat had to offer was a series of coughs.

That at least accomplished your goal of getting Din's attention. He abruptly stopped pacing and instead hurried over to your side. He picked up a canteen and set his other gloved hand on the back of your neck, helping you to drink until you were able to reassure him with a nod.

"Thanks." You steadied yourself with a breath as you sat up fully.

Din's visor never once left you as he gave you a worried once-over. "How do you feel?"

You blinked a few times and honestly assessed your body. The fierce burning agony that had been blossoming from your leg was now reduced to a dull ache, the kind that indicated healing. You nodded at Din.

"Better."

Din let out a visible breath that eased the tension in his armored shoulders. "Good." He hesitated. "It was... they got you good."

You huffed and ran your hand over your head. "Sure, but blacking out from a shot to the leg is still pretty embarrassing."

Din's helmet tilted at you incredulously. "You got shot."

You scoffed. "You get shot every other day."

"I have armor. That's completely different."

"Still. Din..."

You inhaled a breath and willed the exhale to be just as steady, but it wasn't. Your gaze fell to the Crest's floor as you shook your head.

"Something worse could've happened all because I couldn't stay upright, and because I couldn't adapt after the shot went off." You held your arms as if you were trying to make yourself smaller. "I told you that bringing me into your crew was a mistake."

Din didn't respond right away. The silence that hung in the air was tense, and you focused on the way your hands fumbled in your lap as you waited for him to say something. Instead, he moved closer, still remaining silent as his glove brushed against your chin.

Your gaze rose to meet his visor, and Din's grasp on your chin tightened as he held it with his hand. Only then did he speak, his voice so soft that it barely even passed through his vocoder.

"I didn't make a mistake." He gently tugged on your chin until your forehead met the cool beskar of his helmet. "I chose you." His gloved thumb ran over your lips. "You."

You closed your eyes and let out another breath, too overwhelmed by the weight of his honest and vulnerable words to say or do anything else. Din also exhaled, though it was more relieved than anything else.

"All that matters is that you're okay. I couldn't... I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you weren't."

You reopened your eyes at that. Din was never one to admit to anything like that, especially as someone who had seen the worst things the galaxy had to offer—and who had dealt some of the most vicious himself.

"I'm okay." Your voice was light as air as you nodded at him. You gently pulled him closer with your arms wrapped around his neck, resting your head upon his cowl as you kissed a small sliver of his skin. "I'm gonna be okay."

Din just let out another breath, though the weight of his helmet against your head spoke for him. For as responsible as you felt in all this, he felt that weight just as much, if not more. It was a burden you both had to share, lest it consume you whole.

If only he knew how many more blaster bolts you would take if it meant keeping him, and the child in his care, safe—and how much his words of reassurance healed your heart.

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