#the acolyte reader insert

[aniqua]

error: 0v3rr1d3 | yandere!qimir x cyborg!reader

✧content: 18+ mdni, f!reader, smut, angst, death, blood, character death, flashbacks, flashfowards, existentialism?, unreliable narrators and crazy epiphenies, drowning, osha going through the ringer, p in v, cockwarmth, blowing, creme pie, worshipping qimir, second fiddle feelings

✧note: it's been real fun to make qimir a loser, robot fucker.

✧word count: 6.2K

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“You promised that we would go.” You’d spent the last thirty minutes pressing Qimir to explain the change in plan.

“That was before yesterday's incident,” Qimir sighed as he arranged boxes. The day prior to this exchange, Qimir spent his time in a sticky sweat as he ran through the city for some outside help. With you resting on his back, you were relegated to hearing his terrified breaths that were a result of your condition. It had chosen to be at its worst that day and although you spent the end of the day in a better condition, you didn't miss the way Qimir looked as you clugged onto his arm as he walked you home with a fixed hold on your hand that didn't even budge when you slept with him that night. 

“I'm better now,” you told him. "That was the first time that ever happened anyway," you defended with crossed arms.

“You hoping to go for a second time?” he asked sarcastically.

He was closing up the shop earlier than most days for the festivities that were to be indulged in that night. You looked on without your usual offer to help--not like he'd accept. The entire week ranged from uneventful to horrendous at its worst but the highlight of it for you was supposed to be to celebrate the planet’s two moons aligning like the planet did every year. Despite this, Qimir was giving you a last-minute rejection that you were refusing to stomach this time around.

“I’ll be fine,” you tried appealing to his unquenchable desire to nurture. “And if not, you'll take care of me like you always do. Hm?”

Qimir fought hard to ignore that he loved the way you spoke. It pleaded to the nights he spent thinking of every way he could make you better. He was fighting to keep you a permanent painting in his home and refused to lose to simple battles like hereditary curses.

However, for all the pride he felt in his chest, Qimir set a box down and walked toward you. His hazy eyes gave you a once-over just as he took your tender face in his hands. He said, “I'm not taking that risk.”

Your frown deepened as you pulled your face out of his hands for the comfort of the cold air, “Why don’t you let me do anything?” He could see the way your brows upturned in vulnerability with your wet eyes to match as your pupils went wider. If he could, he would have taken you right then and there for how malleable you looked.

“I don't do it out of enjoyment. But I'll put your health first every time. Even above what I want," he was pretending to play the good guy like he wasn't a shut-in who would have stayed home during the festivities actually long before your time.

“And above me?” you challenged. 

“[Name],” he sighed.

“You’re cursing me to live like this,” you pressed him at his weak spot.

“Cursed?” he laughed bitterly to himself. He brought his hands to his hip as he gave you a stare that reminded you of the initiating stance of a predator. “I’ve done everything to make sure you even live past the next moon alignment--”

“And if I have to live like this then I'd rather be dead,” you spoke with unwavering declaration. Months of quietly obliging with the occasional treat to keep you at bay only made your desertification more apparent to you.

"Careful," he murmured with a still face that was so unreadable. He backed you into the counter just to further cage you with both of his arms on both sides. You looked up at him as you pressed further into the counter to avoid meeting his chest. The edge of the counter he held onto bent at his grip as you spent most of your time grasping at fleeting courage.

“It's not like you get a say in that either," he told you. If you were so struck by the painful beauty of his face at such an odd time, you would have let out a meager cry in surrender.

After getting his fill, Qimir stepped back from you to retreat upstairs. It was expected that you’d spend the rest of your time downstairs to blow off steam before returning to the living room begrudgingly for dinner. Qimir hadn’t exactly made it to the front door of your home before he remembered that he needed to lower the shutters over the shop for this special weekend in case some got too excited. It was when he returned to the ground floor that he no longer saw you there. You disappeared as if he never met you, to begin with.

He called your name and watched his voice echo in real-time. That's when he knew he was alone. Once his call bounced back he nearly lept over the counter and went sprinting out the door.

By the time he'd burst through the doors and the shop's bell jingled, you already had a head start to the streets as you tried making it to the fairie. Two tickets weighed your bag down as you cut through the roads with as much force as you could among those who were already starting festivities. The way the shops were decorated with ribbons and flags would have been beautiful if you couldn’t hear the growing distant call of your name in the distance.

As you carried on fighting you picked up your pace hoping that a miracle would come through before Qimir would catch up to you but your prayer wasn’t even sent before you felt your strength waning until the wind blew out your candle and had the ground swallow you. You should have known better than to exert so much after being given only a day of recovery but you assumed that your passion would make up for your health. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough because you went collapsing like the first drop of truth in the middle of the street. You could hear Qimir calling your name and the low hum of the crowd in surprise.

A week passed where you didn't speak to Qimir and you thought it would help in the tension brewing but the distance felt treacherous. Every day that passed leading up to the seventh day would be you waking up on the outskirts of the planet in a cabin that once belonged to him but was passed down to his acolyte. The last thing he said to you as he passed you over to Osha before his journey to find a better solution for your illness was he thought it would suit you better to behave. Instead of a private farewell that should have been exchanged kisses, the journey to the cabin was silent. 

Far from it was Osha to question her master but it didn’t help how little in detail she was given before he appeared on her doorstep asking her to watch over you. She was given half of the truth while you were given the whole lie that Osha would sooner drag you back to the cabin before you'd make it past a few trees. 

Before your arrival, she chose to spend her time training until their next operation but instead of a new Jedi to target, Osha was assigned to babysitter while being left entirely in the dark. Still, she trusted Qimir when he said to guard you with her life as he went off.

From your perspective, the specifities of what Osha was told were unclear but you weren’t willing to try to pry when your last act of disobedience landed you concession from meeting the ground and unwanted attention that could have ended with the wrong people asking the right questions. So, in your time of vacationing–you told yourself this to lighten the mood–you didn’t even ask about Qimir until a few days after a week had come and he still hadn’t returned for you. This concerned you so you went running your mouth to Osha since it was all you could do to keep yourself calm and not fear that he had finally abandoned you for an easier problem to fix.

“Have you heard from him?” you asked.

She shook your head. “I can still feel him," she admitted as she ate.

You didn't know each other well but you wanted to press further even if it meant her frustration. “Anything else?” you said. 

“Look, you’ve been asking me the same question for three days. He’ll be fine," she put her spoon down and looked up at you. "You’ve seen how he disappears for weeks just pop back up. It’s no different now."

You fiddled with your thumbs as you said. “So this is normal?” You didn't have the slightest clue as to what she meant.

“What," she laughed in disbelief "Qimir hasn’t fucked off for weeks to you?"

If you had any type of distance from him, you would have laughed with her but you hadn’t so you said the truth.

“No,” you confessed. “He’s never gone more than an afternoon away,” you said. “Which is why I’m so nervous because that last time he came back he didn't look good.”

That admission had Osha questioning how well you truly knew him.

“What took you so long?” Osha asked Qimir as he held onto his bag.

“I’m back now,” was all he was going to say but the look Osha gave him made him feel stupid. “Came across some trouble on the way back so I had to stall. I’d hate for anyone to be following me to lead them to here.”

“So you stole that," she stated the obvious while nodding toward his bag that looked packed with some things that were none of her business. 

"It doesn't matter--"

Osha wasn't in the mood to banter as they stood a few paces from the cabin in the dead of night. "You let three weeks go by for her. It felt like she was gonna start chewing glass if you didn't show up tonight,” she said,

“Nothing, she’s not used to,” he said as he rifled through his bag to straighten a few things out. Maybe that's why he didn't realize that he and Osha were talking about two different things.

“So she’s home a lot huh,” she met him where he was in the conversation. “Doesn’t that bother you?”

“It keeps her safe.”

“From you?”

Qimir swallowed.

“Whatever happened to no romance to keep this exact thing from happening,” she threw the rule back in her master's face while gesturing at his lover fast asleep in the cabin. “You bring danger to your doorstep every time you come back home so there's no point in keeping her there?” If only she knew the other half of the problem to chastise him for that as well.

Osha watched him with judgemental eyes with the complete silence in between them. Leave it to her to be the one to hold a mirror up to Qimir as he would conceive of a flawed plan. She was ready to ask him if it was worth it. Interrogate him about having you put your life in a strange form of witness protection all in the name of a lonely man who couldn't just let a bird go. That was until some was rustling nearby. The kind of twig snap that didn’t come from a small animal but a clumsy vulture. Osha and Qimir both turned their heads to the sound as they already had a grasp on their lightsabers. They waited with held breaths in the quiet night.

Even though both moons illuminated the forest, something felt off with the way the area had gone motionless. Qimir would have left the idea alone if you weren’t inside. 

The hum of a lightsaber that wasn't theirs was the warning shot that set everything into motion. They almost didn't see it coming but were even more surprised to find seven Jedi that had been tailing him since they got the first tip-off of his movement when he'd jumped from another planet with a fortune's worth of medicines and no clear explanation.

When you woke up, at the sound of a cry, you couldn’t chalk up the thud coming from the outside to the result of an interesting passerby.

So you stirred out of your comfort zone and started for the exit of the cabin when you said Osha's name and she didn't respond. She was a late sleeper. 

As you came out of your sleep your fresh ears were finally registering the growing sound of a fight. Your hands carefully pushed the doors of the cabin that led you to a cold night. Although the stars and moon were the only things that were keeping the beyond from looking pitch black, it was still a horrifying sight to look into the abyss and see two red lightsabers spinning in self-defense.

When your eyes landed on Qimir for the first item in three weeks, your thoughts were interrupted as you got tunnel vision. He was fighting for his life in a dance between him and Osha against the Jedi. Yet all you could see was him as you burst through the cabin doors and went running after the only certainty you had even when this was the first time you’d ever seen him use the force.

“Qimir!” You cried. You threw all the arguments that you had with him aside and went racing with nothing but your heart in your hands.

Qimir looked up first as he saw you coming down from the hill. “Go!” he said.

It was rare to see him look so scared and even rarer to be the result of anyone but you so you stuttered in your tracks. Your hesitance was caught who was determined to make sure no one could testify to them breaking their mantra of never attacking first. As he immediately locked eyes with you, you started for the other way hoping to at least lighten the load of attacks on Osha and Qimir even if it was by one person.

You didn’t look back once as you went cutting into the woods like a shot call. Your feeble state lets an onslaught of rushing adrenaline fuel your heart enough for it to pump your system faster. The forest stood by and watched as you kept looking back in fear until you dove behind a fallen tree to catch your breath and adjust from the dizziness in your head. You knew you couldn’t run for long even high off of your need to fight.

It was hard to miss the sound of footsteps as they steadily grew until they felt close enough to be your own shadow. So you fisted a large rock in your hand enough to bleed and threw it as hard as you could in another direction. Just as the beast went chasing after his own tail you began blasting off in the other direction until you broke through a clearing that was the edge of the cliff.

It’s not something your mind registered in the darkness until you heard the sound of unrelenting water. You made the effort to stop but you were seconds too late as the dirt slid just enough to lose your footing and go diving through the air. Crashing into the rushing water felt nothing like liquid and more like solid ice. 

Your land was only cushioned by the rapid water that would have been your savior if it didn’t send you along with the river to hit every rock and broken log on your way downstream. It was siphoning off your adrenaline to leave you to fend for yourself. 

Your hands kept closing and opening as you tried to reach for something to stop the tornado. The tiring fight to find someway to steady yourself ended up with you carrying a belly full of water in a blind panic each time the water hit your face. This repeated as you were repeatedly baptized by waves until the water in your belly was enough to have you sinking to the bottom of the river.

When Qimir washed up on the shore onto the shore, he was choking on everything but the items at the bottom of the river and the dirt embedded into the water. You were right beside him as he shivered from the wind that made the water unbearably cold. However, you didn’t need to shiver to maintain your body heat since there were goosebumps rising from your skin as you layed motionless beside him. It wasn’t like you couldn’t feel the biting chill of that night. It was just that you didn’t have any strength left to go running after heat. 

At least that’s what you thought of it as, until you weren’t looking up at the night sky of the night but rather at the pitch back of your eyelids that were too heavy to open even as you fought for days to try. You existed in a state of in-between where your body was still but your mind was still active at times as it came and went like running water.

So you meandered in this state of being as the world moved on. 

Throughout the swift passage of time you stayed frozen as you could only listen to the voices of anger, guilt, and resentment give you a description of events through a tinted gaze that explained the past and present.

You were there against the shore of the rushing river and heard every cry of anguish as Qimir cut through bones and blood in the heat of his anger. The red screams of the attackers splattered against the bark, foliage, and rocks of their surroundings until all that was left were parts scattered across the woods like chicken feed. Osha looked on entirely stunned as she tried to resuscitate you. She saw in real time how her master had burned every lesson in dignified death he taught her in exchange for a punishment that was tenfold the crime.

For you, when the feeling of the ground was replaced by the cold surface of a healer's bed, you still refused to wake up. You heard the promises and threats he made as he went to every length he could to pull you back to the world of the living until you sank back under and remerged to him bringing you back home place to figure out what deal he had to make to bring you back to life. 

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” his voice was barely louder than the machine that kept track of the rhythm of your pulse. “Osha’s here.” You wanted to tell him to come back and stay with you since you liked the way he fixed your hair and played with your hands when he thought no one was there.

It was hard to tell the exact amount of days that passed without the rare clue you got from the conversations you overheard. You remained in the dark for most things but didn’t miss the inevitable march toward unshakable madness that Qimir experienced in your presumed absence.

You heard the apologies he gave you with promises to fix you until you memorized each promise like a blessed hymn. He found a permanent place in your room to reside until you would come to expect the sound of him rising and finally sleeping.

“Qimir,” Osha’s voice had come through from the upstage. “I think it’s time,” she said. If he said something, you didn’t hear it. “You’ve done your best during all these months but it’s time to consider the best option,” Osha told him.

“The best option is to bring her back,” he was unwavering in the way he spoke even if he sounded weak.

“How?” The silence that followed was loud enough to make it clear that he didn’t have the answer. “We must know when to move forward. Just like you taught me,” she said.

“Then move on.” He was stern. “Don’t let my dedication burden you,” he hissed. “You no longer need to be my acolyte.”

“Your dedication is making you driving you insane,” she punctuated each word as she tried to hide the crack of her voice. “She is practically dead but you’re throwing me aside–”

“Until her heart stops beating she is my responsibility!” It was no mistake how different things felt in your absence but it surprised you how clear he had made his decision. “I suggest you find yourself a new master.”

That’s how you replayed it all in your head. Years after your baptism and months after your crucifixion Qimir had finally married his two ideas into a solution that he was hoping to work. A wise man would never ask him how he did it since it wasn’t through his own hands but after mounting a few bodies and twisting a few arms, every failed part of you was replaced by pieces from the android parts he had collected. A task that blurred all ethics that only Qimir was willing to cross. All he waited for was the day you’d wake up. He let weeks pass by hoping that he’d find you sprung forth and lively. 

You were still partially droid which he didn’t understand so through the period of holding his breath and getting lost in the bottom of his bottle, you were coming through every single memory you had, especially of him, and processing them for analysis in the part of your brain that was connected to your past processor. You returned to every instance as human and every close encounter as android.

You had been given time to reflect on the incoming memories as they passed through you. And when you had come to believe was how ungrateful you were. To not see the unwavering love of Qimir even after he had been abandoned to build your future from scraps until you were nearly resurrected. It all would have gone well if you had not gone running to see what you had forgotten. Now that you had seen it, it was entirely understandable Qimir's aversion to it. You had crossed the river and drowned over and over again as your memories played on a loop like a punishment from purgatory. It wasn’t under your control as your system tried to learn and relearn how to escape death until it came to the conclusion that the best possible outcome would be to not only accept the love you were given but to understand it and reciprocate it in its totality.

“Osha! Osha!” Qimir called from her as he was being held back by the Jedi that were swarming his hideout in Kashyyyk.

His mistake was reaching out to Osha after so much time of silence thinking she’d help him get to the bottom of what was wrong with you this time. Desperate people find faith in the strangest places and he was no exception as he thought she, even with hesitance, would help him find out why he’d done everything right but you refused to power on like all those other times. 

Osha ignored his shouts as she looked up at you erected perfectly still enough to build a coffin around you. It felt wrong at first to appeal to the Jedi to apprehend and make an example of her old master but as months went on and she slowly ventured back to the light, a sickness wouldn’t leave as she felt that Qimir was likely still home jumping from healer to architect as he tried to bring you back like a lunatic. 

She hadn’t seen him in a year but it felt more like a decade as she saw how long his hair had gotten when he was seized. The smile he gave her when he thought they were all alone wasn’t devoid of years of stress but it had a slight familiarity to it that almost made her go back on the plan. If Qimir wasn’t so busy with everything that had to do with you, he probably would have picked up on the presence of others closing in on him from the shadows of the trees.

The once enthusiastic acolyte wasn’t there to see the multiple iterations of you as an android so she would never be a true believer in the miracle. Conceivably, she wouldn’t have led the Jedi to Qimir’s home if she knew. Yet, she didn’t and she likely never would. All Qimir had given her to work with when she returned was scattered and disassembled android parts with you decorated in new parts that only had their backstories told by roomers. To her, this was inhumane.

“How could you?” she turned and said to him as he violently thrashed against the restraints the Jedi gave him.

“Osha, don’t!” he could already see that she was preparing to reach for the panel that controlled your station to shut it off. There was some apparent hesitancy as his hands danced around the button that would lead to the computer to begin to power off and terminate all systems including itself.

“No! N-no! STOP!”

The cries of your lover were tormenting to even the creator of the anguish. The pain in his voice was so concentrated that it could not be ignored by any of those who were there to witness it. It was exactly the call to heaven that woke you up out of your processing and had you open your eyes for the first time since you had glitched so poorly that he took your battery away. In wide-eyed disbelief, Osha froze as she saw your eyes start to open and take in your surroundings. 

To you, she didn’t look much older but instead younger from her naivete of what she had brought herself into. You saw him make an effort to step back. From across the room, the two Jedi who held onto Qimir and the three who guarded the two were just as confused as to what they were witnessing. It wasn’t like machines hadn’t been brought together with flesh before but to see someone rise from what appeared to be death would give pause to anyone. Qimr above everyone else looked like he was staring into the many eyes of an angel for the first time in his life.

The atmosphere in the cave went motionless as you took your first step down from your chamber as a cyborg for the first time. By then, you had already come to a conclusion. With the wisdom of your humanity and the calculation of your machinery, you had decided everyone was a threat to your new goal. Your feet took another step forward to Osha so she said your name in disbelief. 

Before she had pushed out the last part to it, you took her blaster and put a hole through the heads of two Jedi without much effort from your self-defense protocol.

Your attacks sent everyone scrambling as you were already holding Osha at gunpoint by the time they realized that you were just as much of a threat as they thought Qimir was.

“Please,” you spoke only to Osha “tell them to leave and I will spare their lives and yours.” The cold, metal barrel made a circle indicating the target that was her temple. You didn’t have the heart to kill her but you wanted her to believe that you would. 

As much as Osha was already regretting not just returning to the shadows and never agreeing to work for the Jedi, this case was out of her hands the moment she went running to authority to get some sort of retribution on your behalf.

It didn’t matter though because the unexpected face-off between the remaining Jedi and a hostage gave Qimir the perfect window to steal a lightsaber and begin fighting against three opponents like he once taught Osha to do.

He twisted and landed a kick that slammed into a tree. While that one recovered, he held his own against two lightsabers. All the while, Osha was forced to watch the series of events that would lead her to run back into exile.

It was uncomfortably quick work he made out of the fight. With ease, he reminded his former acolyte about what she missed so much about being under his guidance. When the last body dropped you finally let go of Osha. 

“Osha,” Your still expression even raised suspicion in Qimir because of how ambiguous it was as you looked at her. “You are a dear friend.” You stepped forward. “But we should never cross paths again in your lifetime,” you said as you carefully placed her blaster in her shake hands. 

That’s when you turned Qimir. His pupils were blown as he watched you come closer until you took his hand. He was certain that he was dead until you brought his hand to your face and closed your eyes to feel him. 

The image before Osha was an unfair reward for her unwavering dedication up until that point. She’d put everything into venturing to the dark side and was betrayed by a heart that had found someone to beat for. She would have never guessed that her master was heaven-struck all those years ago but there was nothing she could have done about it even if she was given a vehicle to travel through time. Sure she had a new master but the realization that things were different still hurt the same.

The apologetic look that Qimir and you gave just as you reunited diluted her blood as she had to sit in the choice she made. There was nothing more or less to say as you left her surrounded by dead Jedi as the both of you disappeared like the origins of a folktale. 

She let out a scream at some point.

You looked out at the windows of the ship that Qimir managed to secure in the aftermath of your flying your planet. The wealthy smuggler who owed him a favor was the type to live on the ship she gifted. It was your new home now as you searched for another part of the galaxy to hide in until you were ready.

You walked into the control room with the tips of your hair wet from the humidity of the shower. The pitter-patter of your footsteps approached the ship pilot into the control area. He felt your hands slowly slide from his back to his shoulders. You wrapped your arms around his neck until you were resting on his neck while looking out at pools of stars and asteroids. This is how it was in a soothing simplicity.

When he turned around and placed you onto his lap, your upgrades readjusted when your heart picked up. You looked at him with the same wildness that was directly reflected the kind in his.

“Qimir,” you said as you played with his hair.

“Hm?” he was tolling picking between looking at your lashes curtaining your eyes or watching your lips say his name.

“I want,” you paused to get a good look at the face you missed seeing for too long.

He leaned forward in raw anticipation. It caused you to shift as you stayed in place on his lap. You don’t think he noticed how ardent his focus was. “What,” he swallowed. “What do you want?”

As you thought of how you should word your request, his patience dissipated as he chose to kiss feverishly you and pull you closer by your waist. His soft lips were in stark contrast to how roughly he took your lips.

“Let me,” you tried to speak between the moments he would catch his breath to kiss you further. “Be,” you said into his lips, “your acolyte.” 

He stopped to watch on in surprise as you played with the hem of his shirt like you hadn’t thrown him across the universe and back. As you were taking off his shirt he was still dazzled by your request.

Like an admirer of a painting, you placed your cold hands on his hot chest to commit the feeling of his skin to memory. Qimir heard his heart pop in his ears. Your hand continued to travel until you were able to find yourself in his pants “Please,” you implored as your hand pulled out his cock and your lips pouted in a plea.

It was unmistakable to you that he was heavens away from where you were as you spoke to him but you still continued to slip out of his lap to sit in between his legs as he remained seated. The way you looked up at him as you took your time to stroke his member made him moan not only for desire but from the sheer ecstasy of your presence. You opened your mouth and found a place at the tip of his cock. 

Your head gingerly traveled further down as you felt every vein until as much of him was in you. Qimir felt you suck as you pulled back and it was divine torture. With each bob of your head, you fondled his balls in one hand and stroked the rest of his member that you couldn’t take.

He threw his hand back as his hands seized the armrest of the seat. Each time your tongue circles the slit of his tip, a groan slipped out. His precome was dripping as he gradually got hard enough for it to feel painful. The noises you made as you blew him filled the control room all the while the leather of the armrest tore the cushion contents spilled out. You pulled back for a moment a brought a trail of saliva from his blooming tip to your pink tongue. Nevertheless, he thirstily eagerly guided your return to the back of your head to pick up speed from where you left off. 

His words were incoherent as you saw his legs shaking. It was evident that he was reaching his end when his locked eyes burst open as he was begging for air. He let out a heavy load into your mouth as you gaggled.

Ever the impatient man, Qimir was already bending you over in front of the window just as you were catching your breath. The robe you had secured around yourself after a shower already dropped to the floor as he lined himself up to your pussy and pushed himself into you with such consecrated desperation.

He crashed onto your back as he wrapped his arm around your waist to prove you weren't nothing but an apparition. For each time he pulled out and pushed back in, he stayed spilling sweet words into your hair. He was trying to take his time to savor the way your walls held onto him so tightly but it was nearly unthinkable by the seventh kiss. 

You felt him slapping in and out of you as your pitiful babbling could on grew in volume. Your processor was working to keep your pulse viable. The sounds of your ass beating against his wet balls were disorienting as you secured your hands onto his hold around your core for support.

“Teach--" You couldn't focus as your breasts bounced along with the rhythm. “Teach me.” Qimir could hear the hunger in your voice. You started pushing back harder so the tip of his member could faithfully bruise your cervix. 

Qimir lifted one of your legs and held it in place on the panel to angle himself better. The sound of you continuously saying “please” for so many reasons pushed him to drill you stronger as come trickled down your legs before he had even climaxed for the second time.

“Why?” he asked as he held your face up by holding onto your throat. It wasn’t a challenge but rather a question as to why you wished to go running into this one risk.

You couldn’t answer him as your knees were becoming wobbly from the stimulation until he had to hold you up himself to keep you satisfied.

“Come on,” he encouraged. “Stay with me a little longer.” He said as he kept pounding into you. You could feel the warmth running from your hot head journey down your body and striking every foreign part of you with lightning. You poured over him as you mewled. Your ending came like a waterfall as your juices further lubricated his thrusts to keep him chasing euphoria. By then you were completely spent, calibrating, and just holding onto him to relish the sounds of his gasps.

Once he came inside of you and let his sticky shot leak out through the in-between of the skin of his cock and your folds, you turned around to see him. In the fervor of the aftermath, you pulled into him, with your bare breasts against his chest.

“Give me a chance,” was all you told him with your head against his chest. You wanted to collapse no matter how well-adjusted you were as he kept cockwarming but he held onto you and wiped your sweaty face.

“You don’t need that.” Qimir had a slight blush on his face as he was catching his breath along with you. He intertwined your hand with his and was spiraling up to the cosmos. “I’ve already given it to you. Let me show you the power of two destined souls,” he said.

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[satinestales]

❝he turns me scarlet❞ | qimir x reader, 1

pairing: qimir x reader

summary: qimir decides to test your loyalty, playing with your mind, testing it, see how long it would take for you to break.

warnings: english is not my native language, dark undertones!+18, cnc hints, blood, sexual innuendo, mind tricks, soft somnophilia, mental torture, improper use of force, physical violence, toxic relationship, yandere behaviour

part 1: this is more of a little foreplay, stay tuned for part 2

a/n: we don't know much about qimir's character yet so let's just pretend this is well written

now playing, desert rose by lolo zouaï

You stumbled through the dense undergrowth, your breath visible in the frigid air. The trees loomed tall and foreboding, their skeletal branches forming a tangled web above your head. You were lost, alone, and cold. Your hands trembled as you clutched your tattered cloak tighter around you, every nerve on edge.

"Master?" you called out, your voice a thin thread of sound swallowed by the forest. There was no reply, only the eerie silence of the woods. Suddenly, a drop of crimson splashed onto your cheek, warm and sticky. You raised your hand to wipe it away with trembling fingers, your heart pounding in your chest. Blood.

More drops followed, a relentless rain of blood falling from the sky. You gasped, the metallic scent overwhelming your senses. The trees offered partial shelter, their branches catching some of the blood, but you could feel it seeping through your cloak, chilling you to the bone. Panic surged through you as the blood pooled around your feet, soaking the forest floor.

You scanned the area, your vision blurred by fear and confusion. Then, through the crimson haze, you saw them. Two figures lying on the ground amidst the torrent of blood. One was your master, Qimir, his dark robes drenched, his body motionless. Your heart dropped seeing him like that. Your feet almost moved towards his direction before the second figure caught your eye. She was a civilian, a young woman, equally drenched and shivering, her eyes wide with terror. Your heart started racing against your chest bone.

The blood fell heavier, a deafening roar filling your ears. You looked from Qimir to the woman, your mind reeling. The woman's eyes pleaded with her, filled with fear and desperation. Your fear mirrored in her, but you forced yourself to focus. Your thoughts raced. The civilian was innocent, a life worth saving. But Qimir was your master, the one who had trained you, who held your future in his hands.

I cannot abandon him.

You took a step towards Qimir, and your decision was made. As you moved, the blood rain slowed, and the surrounding forest began to dissolve. Suddenly, everything vanished. You found yourself falling, tumbling through a black emptiness, with nothing but darkness surrounding you. The sensation of weightlessness consumed you, your mind spinning with disorientation and fear. With a jarring thud, you landed on your legs in a vast, dimly lit hall. The air was thick with an oppressive energy, the walls adorned with menacing, ancient symbols. Flickering torches cast eerie shadows, their flames dancing to an unseen rhythm. The hall seemed to pulse with a dark life of its own, and your breath caught in your throat.

Good.

You flinched as you heard an enchanting voice in your head. Master. You nodded, acknowledging his praise, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. The blood, the forest, the woman - all gone. Like a nightmare dissipating in the morning light.

~~~

His dark figure stood in the dimly lit chamber, his imposing silhouette casting long shadows on the cold, metallic walls. His eyes, dark and intense, were fixed on you, lying in your bed, your breathing steady and peaceful. In sleep, you seemed so vulnerable, a stark contrast to the fierce warrior you were now in your dreams.

He moved closer, his presence almost ghost-like. Gently, he sat down next to you on the bed, his fingers tracing the scars on your arms, each mark a testament to your trials and sacrifices you made for him. The pale light accentuated the lines and curves of your figure, and he couldn't help but admire the strength you exuded, even in repose.

As he gazed at you, a complex mix of emotions stirred within him. Pride in your achievements, a deep connection to your struggles, and a pool of mistrust. You always chose him in your hallucinations, always saved him, always sacrificed innocents for him. But those were dreams, illusions he put in your mind to test you. Like the one he was applying now. Dark foggy forest, overflowing with blood. Would you choose him in real life?

The question kept dancing around in his head as his fingers traced your forearm down to your waist. You didn’t bother to lay under a blanket, this night was warm. His thoughts reached a deeper part of his mind, a small smile appearing on his lips. He could easily kill you right now. You were so vulnerable in your sleep. He could do anything, and you would have no choice but to let him.

His fingers traced down the scar on your torso, aware he killed the person who gave it to you. Your body reacted to his touch, but your mind didn't, as you kept lying down, forced to be tested by his illusions even in your sleep. He had complete control of your mind right now, your body left unguarded. He let his fingers dance on your exposed skin, admiring you, wanting to be close to you.

His fingers felt the skin of your thighs, your shoulders, your neck, your stomach. He touched every scar, every mark, every imperfection. He liked to play with your hair, pushing them away from your face.

When he first met you, you were nothing. A former jedi. A failure. Then you found him. He took you in and trained you. Formed you.

He wasn’t just training you to be an exceptional force wielder. He was training you to be his. He enjoyed being known by you, protected by you, and one day maybe even loved by you. He was never going to let you go. You saw his face. You knew his soul. You touched his heart. He was prepared to kill you if you ever chose a path on which he didn’t stand.

~~~

You awoke the next day, disoriented and shivering with goosebumps from a lingering sense of unease. The comfort of your bedroom provided little solace against the remnants of your nightmare—visions of a blood-flooding forest that had felt all too real. Your mind was so focused on the frightened dream that you failed to notice the remaining shadow left over by your master.

Rising from your bed, you began your morning routine, determined to shake off the dread of the night and prepare for whatever mission your Qimir had in store for you. You moved with purpose, your mind already focusing on the tasks ahead, hoping to regain your composure and strength. As you stood in front of the mirror, still clad in your robe, you reached for your clothes, your thoughts momentarily drifting to the intense training you knew awaited you.

You didn't even hear the door creak open, nor did you sense the immediate danger.

Beginners mistake.

Suddenly, without warning, strong hands wrapped around your neck, cutting off your breath. You gasped, your eyes wide with shock as you were slammed against the cold, unyielding wall. Panic surged through you. Struggling against the iron grip, your hands clawing at the attacker's wrists, trying to break free.

Their face was obscured by a hood, their grip unrelenting. Your vision started to blur, but you fought to stay conscious, your mind racing through the techniques you had learned.

Drawing on your training and the power of the Force, you focused your energy, pushing back against the darkness closing in around you. With a burst of strength, you drove your knee into the attacker's abdomen, loosening their grip just enough to create a small gap. You twisted your body, breaking free and dropping to the floor, gasping for air. Scrambling to your feet, you assumed a defensive stance, ready to face this unexpected threat. Your eyes locked onto the figure before you, and you could feel the tension in the air, thick with the promise of violence.

You fought with all your might, but the intruder's strength was overwhelming. Their struggle intensified, the room echoing with the sounds of their violent clash. You landed several blows, but each time you thought you had gained the upper hand, he countered with brutal efficiency.

Desperation surged through you as you found yourself pinned to the ground, your arms restrained, the cold floor pressing against your back. You strained against his grip, but he was too powerful. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling with the effort.

Fuck.

As you struggled against his grip, the room filled with a palpable tension. Each movement was a desperate attempt to break free, but the man's overwhelming strength held you firmly in place. Your breath came in short, ragged gasps, your body trembling from the exertion and adrenaline.

It was in the midst of this struggle that a realization began to dawn on you. The brute strength, the familiar scent, the unmistakable energy—it could only be one person. Your body tensed even more as recognition flooded your mind, a torrent of confusion and disbelief mingling with a rush of other, more complicated feelings.

"Master?" you whispered more to yourself, your voice barely audible, choked with a mixture of shock and something else you couldn't quite name.

Qimir's hood fell back, revealing his stern, unyielding face. His eyes bore into yours, a storm of dark intensity that made your heart race. The shock of seeing him, of knowing it was him all along, sent your thoughts spiraling.

Your mind reeled. The realization brought with it a flood of memories and images, some of them inappropriate, crossing the line between master and apprentice. You tried to push them away, but they only made you more aware of the heat of his body, the firmness of his grip.

What are you doing?

You desperately asked through the force, unable to form words from the shock. You were frozen, lying on the ground, Qimir's knees crushing your thighs, his firm arms holding your hands above your head. His intense eyes hiding behind the curtain of his dark waves, but you could see the smirk playing on his lips. You saw the smirk many times, and it never ended well.

"Do you yield?" he spoke, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel his grip on your wrists getting stronger, feeling your bones crush against each other. You couldn't help but let out a moan, the pain forming black dots before your eyes. He was so close, his body almost resting on yours, his face only a breath away. Under different circumstances, you'd enjoy this. But as he kept crushing your wrists together, your mind was only focused on the pain.

"I asked you a question." You almost didn't hear him, trying to hold back the tears forming in your eyes. You didn't cry because of his firm voice but because of the pain, he was inflicting on you. His knees digging into your flesh, his nails ripping your skin open on your wrists and pushing your bones together. You injured way worse, but your master, being the giver of this pain, brought it to another level.

You didn't answer for a while, and you realized that his hands left your crimson wrists to lay above your head alone to put them around your neck. Your hands were so paralyzed that you couldn't even use them to try to push him away. Instead, you let his fingers curl around your neck, stealing the air from your lungs.

"You really won't protect yourself?" He whispered against your cheek as if to mock you. His lower body pressed against yours as he held his upper body up, your neck as his support. "You're going to let me do this to you?" His tone was softer but still humiliating. He was your Master. You were certain this was one of his tests. To test your endurance, your breaking point. Your loyalty. You were loyal to him, but not out of love or care. Fear kept you loyal.

But you knew there was a hidden second reason why you stayed. Why you stay nights awake, excited to see him again, for him to test you again. But you didn't want to accept that.

He liked it. The way he made you shake with terror, fear, and confusion. He enjoyed the power he had over you, but at the same time, he also wanted you to be his equal, his friend. But he knew your feelings towards him. You never considered being his equal. He terrified you. He played mind tricks on you. You were scared. No matter how gentle or soft-spoken he was outside of training hours. Your head was horrified, your heart uncertain, your body, welcoming.

He was aware of the effect he had on you. He smelled it every time he even looked your way. He smelled it now. The way you tensed. One could argue that fear played a role in your stiffness. True. Partially. He sensed everything that was happening in your room, and every night you had a training routine together, you hid in your room, filled your head with images of him, and traced your body with fingers that you wished were his.

He smelled your needs, felt your skin get hotter, the sweat dripping down your forehead. Many times, he wanted to open those doors to your room and give you that for which you were so ashamed to wish. Instead, he used the force, meditating in his room, watching you through the walls, amplifying your pleasure.

You sometimes thought as if you felt another hand, touching yours, pushing you to go further. You felt the warmth, felt it in places only you touched.

"Very well," you heard him murmur to himself before putting all his strength into his hands wrapped around your neck. If he wanted to, he could kill you right now. You were at his mercy. You couldn't move your legs, your hands were recovering from bruised bones, and your body pressed by his against the cold stone floor. You were ashamed you secretly enjoyed the proximity.

"Pl-" you failed to form even a few words as he slowly took all your air supply. His eyes scanning your reactions, watching you carefully, every breath, every small movement. Like a hunter watching his prey. But you didn't count as a prey anymore. You didn't run, you were already served on a golden plate for him.

"You thrive on pain and fear." he leaned in closer to you, his hands softening his grip around your neck, letting a small dose of air run through you. But he didn't let go. You could feel his lips against your ear, his breath, his hair tickling your nose. You could feel the heat of his body, The Force letting you see the colors of his thoughts, up close. Your body tensed, the hunger slowly reaching out for you too.

"You like the torture," he whispered into your ear, scaring you as he quickly rose up, sitting steadily on your hips and raising one hand, leaving only his left one around your neck. Your frozen arms slowly recovered as you managed to pick them up, instinctively wrapping them around his hand that kept suffocating you. He didn't move a muscle and watched you struggle underneath him. You could never overpower him. You weren't stupid enough to believe that, but you didn't want him to see you not try.

"You must learn how to master them." he continued, a psychotic smile on his face as his other hand slowly rested against your chest. "Use them as your tools." You felt his fingers making small circles below your collarbones, his touch sending goosebumps around your body.

After a while, you noticed you never once felt the familiar darkness around you. He kept you on the edge, knowing where exactly to place his fingers on your neck. To cause you enough pain, to make you quiver but never to let you fall over the horizon.

"Was that you?" You tried to let out, to ask him, confirm that the dream of the blood storm was his work, but instead, it sounded like a cat squeaking. “The dream.”

“Hmm,” was all he let out, his eyes scanning your body up and down.

It wasn’t the first time you caught him doing that, but never under circumstances like this. Never when he held you down, pressing himself against you, letting you feel all his curves and edges. Not when you were at his disposal.

His captivating eyes found yours again, reading your thoughts as if they were written in black ink on a white paper. You were transparent to him, no imagine managed to slip underneath him. As if you were bare. The grin on his face told you all you needed to know.

“I don’t trust you,” he whispered, digging his nails into your neck, forcing you to cry out. “Well, not fully.” The way you struggled beneath him was amusing to him. If he could, he’d let you struggle below him every day, every hour for a different reason. “I wanted to test you.”

“I killed- for you.” You breathed out, trying to push his hand away as you slowly regained your strength in your arms. But he didn’t move an inch. “I, serve only you.”

“Yeah?” you heard him purr, totally forgetting about his fingers reaching the top of your robe, right between your breasts. Your heart skipped a beat feeling him so close, not daring to look him into his eyes. You felt his fingers push into your flesh; his fingers alone strong enough to leave a mark. The pressure hurt but not as painful as the one around your neck. “Your heart is saying otherwise.” He uttered under his breath, his fingers bending, going underneath your robe.

“Why are you lying. Don’t lie.” He added, shaking his head, his eyes soft. He almost looked pitiful. “Why are you so scared.” His voice was low, gentle even. His hand around your neck loosened, letting you gasp a cough for air. He waited for you to welcome the air into your lungs before pushing your head back on the ground by your hair. He forced your head against the floor so hard, you were sure for one second, you’d lose consciousness. Fortunately, he kept you awake, healing any of your injures with The Force.

“What are you so scared of?” he asked gently, still holding your head back, accidently grinding on you as he leaned in, his face right above yours. You could feel his breath, tickling your skin. His plumb lips so close to yours, so pink, so desirable. He was ethereal.

“That,” you squeaked, stopping as his hands reached the tie of your robe, painfully slowly trying to untie it. His response was raised eyebrows, his eyes going up and down your eyes and your lips. You struggled more with breathing now than you did mere seconds ago. “That I won’t be good enough for you.” You managed to let out, closing our eyes out of embarrassment.

Not being good enough. Your fear ever since you were born. Not enough for your mother, for your father, for your brother, for your friends. For him. You had no one else left, but him and you were scared you were going to lose him too.

Qimir stopped his movement, his eyes stopping, staring right into yours. You felt a warm touch on your face, his fingers making slow circles on your red cheeks. As you stared back into his eyes you swore, you’d volunteer to drown in them. You imagined they’d taste like dark chocolate. His lips like strawberries. His skin like black cranberries.

His lips formed a small smile as he caressed your face gently.

“Let’s see about that, shall we.”

[multific]

Bound by the Force

Qimir x Reader

Warnings: mention of slavery, being sold

Summary: Qimir was searching for a pupil when he found you, a soul in need of saving. You never spoke, never asked for anything, yet you stayed by his side, bringing warmth to his cold existence.

The marketplace was thick with the scent of sweat, spice, and desperation.

Merchants called out their wares, peddlers whispered of hidden treasures, and beyond them all, in the shadows, Qimir watched.

He was looking for something, or rather, someone.

An acolyte.

Someone worthy of the knowledge he possessed, someone capable of wielding the power the Sith had to offer. So far, the search had been fruitless.

Until he saw you.

You stood stiff, tired, and quiet, your fate being bargained over like a mere object.

Your captor, a greedy, disgusting man, was finalizing the sale.

Your sale.

Qimir could have ignored it. He could have walked away and let the Force guide him elsewhere. But he didn't.

Instead, the air shifted.

One moment, the merchant was reaching for his credits, the next, he was sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath, clutching at his throat.

Qimir’s eyes gleamed as he turned to your captor, who barely had time to protest before he too collapsed, a sudden, violent snap of his neck ending his miserable existence.

Qimir hadn’t expected gratitude.

He hadn’t expected anything, really. He had simply seen something- someone worth saving. And yet, you followed him.

And he let you follow him.

He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was his need for a pupil. He wasn't sure.

But he took you to his home.

Days passed, then weeks.

You never spoke a word, not once.

But you stayed.

His home was simple, secluded, and meant for a man with no need for comfort. Yet, it had changed in your presence.

The fire was always lit, the scent of food drifted through the rooms, and everything had a way of being cleaner, and more organized, as if you had quietly claimed your place there.

Qimir never questioned it.

Never questioned you.

He let you exist in his space as if it were always meant to be shared.

And then, one evening, everything changed again.

He had been training. You had been watching.

Of course, he noticed your presence, but he thought nothing of it until the next morning.

The next morning when he stepped outside and found you mirroring his movements, your body flowing through the strikes and stances he had practiced the night before.

Not perfectly, but close. So very close to perfection.

He didn’t make his presence known until you stopped as you turned and saw him.

He stepped forward, you stopped, frozen in one place.

When he spoke, his voice was low. “Who taught you to move like that?”

You didn’t answer. You only watched him, hands curling into fists at your sides.

“No one,” he realized aloud. “You were watching me.” A slow smile spread across his lips, something dark yet amused flickering behind his eyes. “And you learned.”

You nodded.

That was the moment it hit him. The realization. Just like an acolyte.

He had spent so long searching for a pupil, someone who could wield the Force with natural ease, someone who had the instincts of a warrior. And here you were, silent, determined, and strong.

Exactly what he had been looking for.

But something else settled in his chest, something deeper.

A feeling that had crept in quietly, without him realizing. The way he had come to enjoy your presence, how he found himself looking forward to seeing you in his home, to feeling the warmth you brought to it. To him.

The Sith did not teach love. They did not encourage attachment. But Qimir had never been one to follow rules.

One step forward brought him closer to you. He reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek, fingertips caressing your skin with care.

He expected you to flinch but you didn’t.

“You are more than I ever expected to find,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, softer. “More than just an acolyte. More than just someone I saved.” His thumb traced your jaw, slow, caring. “You are mine.”

Finally, you spoke, your voice breaking the silence between you for the first time. “And you are mine.”

His lips found yours then, a kiss that was both a promise. The dark side might have claimed you both, but his heart was yours and yours was his.

It always had been.

~Masterlist~

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[flightlessangelwings]

FawKtober2024 Part 2- Qimir

Qimir (The Stranger) x fem!reader

Kinks- cockwarming, teasing, riding

Word count- 1315

Warmings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), implied master/student relationship tho ages or status is never mentioned, just a hint of plot, softness, teasing, praise, no physcial description of reader, no use of y/n

Notes- I've been wanting to write a Qimir fic since he appeared and what better time than Kinktober! I decided to go with a more softer version of him too, and this fic was so fun to write! I hope y'all like it as much as I do! Also, The Acolyte deserves more seasons!!!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so please follow that and turn on post notifications to stay up to date on when I post!

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“Concentrate,” Qimir’s soft voice in your ear was a welcome warmth. He hummed in satisfaction as you kept your hands raised in front of you.

Your eyes were closed, leaving only his voice and the feeling of him around you. Your hands were steady as you lifted large, heavy boulders in the air with little effort. You both felt the force surrounding you, like a comforting blanket on a cold day.

But Qimir also had another comfort surrounding him.

While you sat in his lap on the edge of a rock, Qimir’s cock stayed buried deep inside you. He let out a deep, guttural groan as he pushed himself inside you and nestled comfortably. You mewled as you lowered yourself onto his lap, adjusting yourself to his cock before settling in and relaxing in his grasp.

“That’s it,” his calm voice soothed you as he ran his hands up and down your sides.

You let out a soft moan at his praise and subconsciously squeezed your inner muscles around his cock. 

Qimir hissed your name as he felt a jolt run up his spine. 

A smirk lit up your face, but you kept your concentration in front of you. Twirling your fingers, you made the boulders dance in the air, spinning them carefully one at a time in a specific pattern. All the while, you were keenly aware of his cock inside you, and you fought against every urge to rock your hips along his lap.

Again, he growled your name in a low tone; a warning. His hands landed on your hips as he gripped you tightly. “You’re getting better,” you could tell he spoke through gritted teeth as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, “And bolder.”

“Impressed?” you asked with a satisfied grin.

Qimir squeezed your hips tighter as he nibbled your ear, “You feel so good,” he purred, his honeyed admission rolling off his tongue with surprisingly little effort. 

It was your turn to groan as you shifted in his lap. Finally, you opened your eyes as you slowly and carefully set the boulders down on the ground. One by one each rock settled into stillness, and the less energy you exerted, the more you became aware of the feeling of Qimir’s cock inside you.

“Qimir…” you whispered what you knew was his name as you turned towards him.

Feeling your breath on his lips, Qimir hummed. One hand moved from your hip towards your pussy as he slowly rubbed circles on your clit. When your mouth dropped open to let out a gasp, he took your lips with his, devouring you.

You reached your hands back to grasp at his neck as you slowly rocked your hips. His tongue explored every corner of your mouth as if it was his first time tasting you, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. And when you started to move, you felt him groan into you. Smirking into the kiss, you squeezed your inner muscles again, clenching his cock as much as you could.

“Careful,” he warned in a hiss as he gently bit your bottom lip.

“Maybe I know what I’m doing,” you retorted slyly as you rocked your hips again, “Maybe I know what I want.”

Qimir growled as he yanked you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you as much as he could as he devoured your lips once more. He swallowed the moan you let out as you parted your lips for him once more. 

“Ok then, prove it,” Qimir breathed heavily in between kisses, “Ride,” he commanded as he broke away suddenly. 

You were left bewildered for a moment before you registered what he said. Your lips stayed parted as you blinked your eyes open to meet his gaze. His dark eyes peered into you, sending a wave of anticipation down your spine. His eyes narrowed, as if to tell you he wouldn’t repeat himself, and it broke you out of the trance you were in.

Placing your hands on his knees, you lifted your hips enough to feel his cock drag along your inner walls. A gasp escaped your lips as the movement after being still for so long ignited a fire within both of you. And you heard Qimir groan behind you, telling you he felt it too.

Slowly at first, you lowered your hips back down to meet his. You couldn’t hold back the moan as the tip of his cock hit that sweet spot inside you. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin as you repeated the action, slowly purposefully lifting and lowering your hips as you used his knees to steady yourself.

Qimir watched in mesmerized awe as his cock disappeared inside you over and over again. His fingers twitched as the feeling of you almost overwhelmed him. The more turned on you got as you rode him, the wetter your pussy became. And he could hear the evidence.

“Faster,” he spoke in a low tone that went right to your core.

You whimpered as you complied, bouncing on his cock with more speed. You tried to bite your lip to stifle your cires, but it was no use. Every time you landed on his hips and his cock was fully sheathed inside you, you couldn’t stop the moans that came out of your mouth. Your body felt warmer and warmer with every bounce.

“That’s it,” Qimir purred as he let out a groan of his own.

“Feels so good,” you moaned as your head rocked back.

He hummed as he dipped a hand below your waist to play with your clit once more, “Cum for me,” his low tone made you whimper once more, and he loved the effect he had on you. He wouldn’t admit that you had the same effect on him, though.

The squelches of your wet pussy were drowned out by your cries of pleasure as you picked up your pace. And Qimir decided to help you along by thrusting his hips up to meet yours, which only made you scream louder.

“Cum,” he growled with new found determination.

You landed on his hips hard as you completely fell apart. His cock hit your sweet spot at just the right angle, making you tremble in his arms as you screamed loudly. You fell back into his chest, your limbs unable to hold yourself up anymore as you came on his cock. 

“That’s it,” he murmured as he savored the feeling of your orgasm against his body. He rubbed at your clit as you bucked your hips uncontrolidly in his lap.

“Fuck!” you screamed as you clutched at his legs, desperate for something to hold on to you as you felt him try to extend your climax as long as he could. Tears formed in your eyes as you saw stars the moment you closed them as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you.

Qimir growled your name as he bucked his hips a few times, rutting his cock into you again and again as he started to chase his own orgasm. With a curse of his own under his lips, he quickly found what he craved as he spilled himself into you just as the aftershocks of your own orgasm pulsed through your body. He groaned in your ear as he buried his cock as deep as he could once more as he came in you, holding you tightly as he did so.

He held you close as you remained limp in his arms, in his lap. Heavy breaths were the only sound either of you made for several minutes. Neither of you moved, though, as you both savored the connection you shared. The setting suns illuminated your silhouettes as you sat together in comfortable stillness once more. 

It was Qimir who finally broke the silence, “Well done,” he smirked, making you grin as well.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Desire

Fandom: Star Wars - The Acolyte

Pairing: Qimir x GN!Reader

Summary: It's clear to you that you're attracted to Qimir and, sure, he likes to touch you and be near you, but that doesn't necessarily mean he wants to be sexually intimate with you right?

Warning: smut but tried not to make it super not detailed since reader is gender neutral. but his dick def goes somewhere lmao

Qimir Masterlist

Qimir's hand runs up your hand your arm, a trail of goosebumps following it.

You're supposed to be meditating by the water, but Qimir is...distracting.

You feel him graze his lips over the nape of your neck and you let out a shaky sigh, "You're distracting me."

"That's the point," his voice is low and rasp in your ear, "There can be a lot of things going on at once, but you still need to be able to focus and become one with the Force."

He chuckles as your breath hitches when he presses a kiss on your shoulder, "Focus."

His hands slide up your thighs, his fingers messing with the band of your pants. Your heart quickens, your breath trying to steady but as his hand slips under, gliding along your skin.

Your entire body is buzzing and it's not because of the Force this time. This is different. You grow hot as Qimir continues to press kisses along your neck and shoulders.

His hand presses against you and you gasp. You don't stop him as moves his hand, bringing you to pleasure. You lean back against him, opening yourself more to him.

He nuzzles his face into your neck and he works you faster, the coil building up inside you more and more.

"Qimir," you moan his name.

He hums out in satisfaction, "Cum for me."

You're shaken awake before you can climax.

You look up in shock to see Qimir looking down at you with concern, "Are you okay? You were calling me in your sleep. You sounded...hurt."

Your cheeks grow warm as you abruptly sit up, "Yup. Yeah, just, uh, bad dream...again."

He leans back, looking at you with uncertainty, "Did you want to talk-"

"Nope. It's fine. Just...I think I'm going to swim to clear my head." You kick off your blanket and slip on your shoes, practically running out of the cave and away from Qimir.

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He could sense how uneasy you're feeling. You're tense, jumpy, cautious. He could feel those emotions rolling off you in waves. He just didn't know why.

He steps out of the cave, looking out to the water where you were wading in the water. He focuses on you, using the Force to get an idea of what's been bothering you.

He feels that coil in his stomach, something he's felt a few times throughout his life. A smirk reaches his face and he lets out a chuckle of disbelief.

You're aroused, not doubt because of him. He has been touching you a lot more, pressing himself closer to you. Albeit, it hasn't been due to sexual desire, but rather just an innate need to be close to you.

He supposes, however, that he can turn it up a notch, because who is he to deny you pleasurable release? Besides, it's not good for you to continue training while so...riled up.

He makes his way to the shore, swiftly and quietly. Your back is to him as you cup water in your hands, letting is fall onto your body.

He undresses and steps into the water.

"Mind if I join you?" you yelp in surprise, burying your nude body further into the water, "I-uh-no. It's fine," you respond.

"Taking a swim was a good idea. You've been on edge lately," he says as he slowly makes his way to you.

You gulp, trying to the keep the distance between you, "Yeah, um, those nightmares have been sticking with me a lot longer than I would like."

"You should let me help you."

"It's not your problem-"

"It is. If you're to be my equal, if I'm to train you, there can't be any distractions. I want to make sure that your mind and body are at ease. What's holding you back?"

You stay frozen in place as Qimir comes closer to you. You're not sure what to say. Do you tell him the truth? Do you lie? Surely, he knows you'd be lying, right? Maybe if you bend the truth a little it wouldn't really be a l-

You gasp when his hand cups your face, "It's because of me, isn't it?"

You want to deny it, but before a word comes out, he gives you a knowing smirk, "I know it's because of me." His hand trails down your neck, to your shoulder, "It's okay, you can let go," he whispers and that's all you hear before you're pressing your lips to his.

He grabs you by the hips, pulling you flush against him. You gasp when you feel his hardening member pressed against you.

He grinds into you and you can’t help but moan into the kiss. He pulls his lips away, only to press hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“Qimir,” you say his name breathlessly, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

He slowly backs you towards the rocks, pressing you against the hard surface as he kisses you again. He grinds against you more and your body fills with desire. You want him. You need him.

“Please,” you beg, “I want to let go.”

He pulls away just enough for him to ask, “Are you sure?”

You nod, “Yes,” you whisper.

His hand goes to your thigh and lifts it to hook around his waist. He rests his forehead against yours as he murmurs, “Tell me if it becomes too much.”

He slowly inserts himself in you and you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as he fills you up.

You moan as he slowly moves his hips against you. You run a hand up the back of Qimir’s neck and grip his hair as he hits you in a particular spot that makes you loudly moan.

His groans of pleasure mix with yours as he continues to thrust into you.

“You’re mine. I told you: we’re meant to be,” he murmurs into your skin.

You nod in agreement, “I’m yours.”

Hearing those two words spurs Qimir on even more. He quickens his pace. His hands gripping tightly onto your leg and hip.

One of your hands still remains in his hair while the other digs your nails into his shoulder. He stares deeply into your eyes with his dark brown ones.

“You are my equal. My one. We share a bond that cannot be broken. You will be at my side always,” he states in between panting breaths.

“Always,” you recite with a moan as your own pleasure builds up.

He buries his face into your neck as he thrusts harshly into you one…two…three times before his hips still and he’s spilling into you.

“Qi-“ you moan his name while your own wave of pleasure washes over you.

You let out a gasp and a long deep breath, falling limp against the rock he took you against.

He continues to hold you despite your weakened state.

His breaths are short, hot, and heavy against your wet skin.

He leans back and you look at him, swiping his damp locks out of his face.

He kisses your palm, “How do you feel now?”

You give him a light chuckle, “Free.”

[daz-zey]

Different scenario with Gi-Hun - Self insert/reader/au

After he won the first game, we are the ones to teach him English. He decided that he won’t go back to the games, at least for now. He went on the plane as he promised his daughter. He deserves to leave Korea and everything behind.

Before all that, we’ve managed to give him lessons about speaking some English. Slowly and surely getting better at it but he still needs to expand his vocabulary. Some examples in how we teach Gi-Hun is by making activities, repetition to reinforce his grammar and vocabulary and the most favorite one of his is visual aid. He likes doing things that are hands on.

Obviously, we’re the only ones that gave him normalcy and peace. He has a little crush on us and would try to learn how to voice his feelings to us in English. (It’s adorable honestly)

This would have surprised Ga-yeong and is enthusiastic in speaking to him in both English and Korean. This brought them closer together in the end.

(So hard to find pictures of this man where he’s smiling and just him. 😭)

[kyriakewritesshit]

Qimir x Ex!JediReader

Character: Qimir (Star Wars)

Summary: a quick (approx. 800 words) rant about how I need Qimir and ex!JediReader’s relationship to progress.

Keywords: ex!JediReader, slight angst, insecure/suspicious (Y/N), gender neutral (Y/N).

Note: so...I was gone for a few years and suddenly got an inspiration and decide to maybe come back? 🫣

I saw too many x Jedi!reader where the (Y/N) wastes no time turning from a perfect Jedi knight with strong morals to a blushing lover, because a hot man seduces them with nice words and a few touches. While every now and then I do enjoy this simplicity and fluff every now and then, I also need some angst and frustration. Do you know what I need from (Y/N)? 

I need (Y/N) who left the Jedi order because they saw the wrongs of their teachings.(Y/N) who got frustrated with the “only siths deal in absolutes” while the Jedi order did exactly that, but described it with colourful words and questionable morals.

If (Y/N) decided to remain a knight, they would become a grey Jedi. Walking the path between light and dark side - balanced, deciding for themselves what's right and wrong. But you only can do so much without proper training.

(Y/N) who spends their time travelling and learning all the things they lacked in the Jedi temple. (Y/N) who learned a lot of fighting styles and many useful abilities, however they still lacked lightsabers and force training. There are not many Jedi who'd train someone who does not fully agree with their code and would not hesitate to break it if they decide that's the right thing to do.

(Y/N) who came across Qimir, who picked their interest. Realising he’s their only hope of learning more, they decided to stay with him. 

Imagine Qimir trying to seduce a potential acolyte! (Y/N) and them getting frustrated by it. Maybe it’s starting to work but they are determined to become a real Sith acolyte (thinking that’s what he wants, and only then would he train them), therefore (Y/N) is more dedicated to the training and proving themselves than to a romance that might potentially destroy their dream.

Imagine(Y/N) who got angry at the soft glances and subtle touches. Who started to separate themselves from Qimir, staying in his presence only for the duration of their training.

He’s not stupid; he’d realise that his gestures are working. However he has no idea why they insist on isolating themselves.

(Y/N) who finally snapped and told Qimir how stupid his plan is.

”You want an acolyte right? Then treat me like one! Don’t go around acting like you’re my partner, when we’re nothing more than master and apprentice! We can’t be… if you want an acolyte, then catching feelings would destroy everything we worked for.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath and started to walk around while wildly gesticulating 

”Also how do you think this plan of yours would work? You tempt someone, just so they become your acolyte, and you don’t expect them to ask for special treatment once you manage to fool them into that? What do you think would happen if you’re too harsh during training? Do you think they would stay and just go with the sudden change when all they came for was some relationship? There’s a huge gap between partners and master-acolyte. Did anyone ever fall for it?” They tried to explain the faults of his plan, while he stared speechless. This only confirmed (Y/N)’s worries that he was insincere in his action and they just revealed his plan.

I need their relationship to change after that. For it to take a more official tone, no more romantic gestures and seduction. Something they both agreed on. (Y/N) believing his previous actions were all fake anyway so it gives them peace of mind for now. 

BUT I also need there to be some angst, so imagine his feelings were genuine, but (Y/N) got too insecure and scared. They would rather end this charade as soon as possible than fall for him only for it to be all fake.  

I imagine their relationship outside of the training would improve though! No more tiptoeing around each other allowed them to find themselves actually enjoying their presence. Forced gestures and an uncomfortable atmosphere have been replaced with laughter and meaningful conversations. They both became more honest with each other, perfectly balancing their days and routines. Yet there was still something hanging in the air. Something neither of them dared to admit in fear everything would be lost. 

I need a huge change, once the tension gets too strong to be ignored by either of them. I need it to become the reason Qimir took Mae under his wing and I need (Y/N) who didn’t get jealous about it, but is kinda relieved. The Siths are always in two - master and acolyte, which meant a lot of pressure was taken off (Y/N)’s back. 

And once Qimir revealed to them his plans about the mask and other identity? Who was(Y/N) to deny the flirtings of a certain poison maker and not reciprocate them double?

[axkirak]

Special : My mother is my enemy│(Qimir x Reader)

Remark : This one-shot is a special chapter from The Curse of Cassandra series. I recommend reading the main series first before reading this one.

Read in Ao3 : here

Pairings:  Qimir x f!reader(SEA Reader)  [The Acolyte]

Content Rating : Mature 18+  Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers

A/N : another special chapter because I still can’t move on from The Curse of Cassandra

This special chapter is inspired by the love-hate relationship between Paul, Alia, and Jessica (in the novels. Paul and Alia both hate and love their mom, while Jessica fears her kids and what she's created.)

The story might seem confusing since it's closely tied to the main plot. It ends a bit open-ended, but that’s intentional. It's meant to fill in gaps and explain certain things. Not sure if it'll leave you more confused, though—like about who Alia really is and whether she's Qimir's daughter. But I’ll leave that open for you to interpret. No right or wrong here. I wanted Alia's identity to stay unclear.

[Special II ] My mother is my enemy

My mother is my enemy. She does not know it, but she is. She bore me; she trained me. She is my enemy.

Paul Atreides (Dune Book One)

As you reflect on your past, a deep regret lingers for the choices you've made. 

You wonder: if you hadn’t chosen to drink the Water of Life that day, would things have turned out differently?

You wouldn’t have uncovered the truth about Qimir being a Sith Lord, nor would you have had to face the looming catastrophe threatening the universe. Most importantly, your daughter wouldn’t have been born with this 'abnormality.'

You had never considered having children, as the Bene Gesserit trained you to control your body with meticulous precision, down to the exact timing of ovulation. You were confident you had taken every precaution, but fate has a way of slipping through even the smallest cracks. By the time you noticed the changes in your body, it was already too late.

You discovered your pregnancy after drinking the Water of Life. Paul Atreides himself delivered the grim news: “I’m sorry to tell you this, but your child will not be normal. I’ve done everything in my power to help, but I don’t know if it will work.”

You knew well the consequences of drinking the Water of Life while pregnant: if the child was male, he would die in the womb immediately. But if female, she would be born with a curse—an 'Abomination' a forbidden being by the Bene Gesserit’s teachings. Just like you. Just like Alia Atreides.

And unfortunately, your child was a girl.

While your Ruh-spirit drifts through Al’am Al-Mithal, teetering on the edge of life and death, you are haunted by visions of intertwined destinies—yours and your unborn child’s. This pregnancy is entwined with the Kwisatz Haderach’s destined path, an unavoidable twist in the tapestry of fate.

Years from now, your daughter will bear another daughter. This cycle will repeat until a son is finally born—Anakin Skywalker, the second Kwisatz Haderach.

Your child’s entire life has been predetermined, even before she was born.

What have I brought into this world? you wonder.

This question comes to your mind as you hold the infant in your arms, after enduring the long, torturous labor on Tatooine. The baby’s skin is flushed red, her small body eerily still, making no sound, For a terrifying moment, she seems lifeless. until she opens her eyes—striking blue and filled with an awareness far beyond her age, as though she has lived through lifetimes.

The baby reaches out, her tiny fingers curling around your pinky finger. That first touch stirs a bond that has existed since she was in your womb. The gradual mental connection reveals a chilling truth: the Water of Life has completely altered the child’s soul. Her essence has been bathed in ancestral memories, leaving almost nothing of her own self intact.

This child is mine, you think with sorrow and fear as you look at your daughter's face, but she is also not mine.

Paul’s voice echoes in your mind, confirming your thoughts. You are right.

In that instant, you feel Paul’s essence radiating from somewhere deep within your consciousness. You clearly sense that his emotions at this moment are trembling no differently from your own.

“Alia,” the name slips from your lips, but it is Paul who speaks.

And the baby, wrapped in a clean white cloth, responds with a faint, enigmatic smile that stops you cold.

On that day, you decided to name your daughter 'Alia the Second' after Paul Atreides’ sister

Alia, the Strange One—that’s what they call her.

Alia speaks her first words at just six months old. Unlike typical infant babbling, her speech shifts between the tones of a child and moments of clarity so profound, it feels almost out of place for a baby.

And the first word she says is “Paul.”

The name she utters almost causes family problems, as Qimir doesn't understand who this 'Paul' is, and why his daughter would call out another man’s name instead of his.

But you know well that Alia isn't speaking to you or Qimir—she is communicating with Paul Atreides.

“I love you, Paul,” the little girl tells you once. Her simple words strike a deep chord with your soul.

You turn to look at the child lying in her cradle, and suddenly, a wave of emotions surges through you. The feeling isn’t yours—it’s Paul’s. Sorrow, longing, regret, guilt—they crash over you all at once, leaving you in tears before you even realize it.

“I love you too, Alia,” Paul responds.

Alia reveals her Force abilities for the first time when she’s only three years old. The incident happens unintentionally and nearly turns disastrous had you not intervened in time.

At first, you don’t understand what’s happening. All you see are several children lying on the ground, writhing in pain, their cries of anguish filling the air. Only Alia stands amidst the chaos, her expression cold and detached, a trickle of blood running down from her nose to her chin. She seems unaware of her actions, as though lost in her own world—or perhaps another realm entirely.

It’s not until you shout, using the Voice, "Alia, stop this now!" that she snaps back to reality, and everything halts immediately

You quickly scoop her up and rush home, your heart pounding with indescribable anxiety. You realize this is far more serious than you had anticipated. Alia has never shown any signs of Force sensitivity—not to mention the Bene Gesserit techniques you haven’t even begun to teach her. Yet the child somehow wields both powers simultaneously. Worse still, she uses them to harm others.

Soon, this news is bound to reach other ears, and if it reaches the Jedi or other dangerous factions in the galaxy—your family’s safety, especially Alia’s, will be in grave jeopardy.

When the door closes shut, you kneel before Alia, placing your hands firmly on her small shoulders. Staring into her face, discomfort grows within you. Alia doesn’t resemble you or Qimir at all. Instead, she eerily resembles Paul Atreides—especially her large, deep blue eyes that hold a wisdom far beyond her years. You tell yourself that Alia is still a child, your daughter, no matter what essence dwells within her spirit.

“What did you do to those children? Why?” Your voice grows harsh, almost angry, though you manage to keep control over your temper.

“They called me a freak. I was so angry I wanted them to hurt... and then they just fell down,” Alia whispers, her head bowed, refusing to meet your gaze. “I really am a freak.”

You can feel her emotions—deep sadness and guilt radiating through her small frame. She’s not lying. She didn’t mean for it to happen. But controlling one’s emotions and powers is extremely difficult for a child this age. It’s even harder for someone who has been different since birth.

You hug your daughter tightly, silent tears streaming down your face. Guilt consumes you. This isn’t Alia’s fault—it’s yours. You are the one who brought this child into this world, knowing full well what Alia is, and knowing what fate awaits her ahead.

For a moment, you can't help but think that giving birth to Alia was a grave mistake, a mistake you cannot go back and fix.

“You’re not a freak, Alia. You’re special,” you protest with a trembling voice. Yet, deep down, you know those words are nothing more than a comforting lie.

Your child is a freak, and so are you. That’s an undeniable truth.

Qimir isn’t particularly shocked when he learns of Alia’s powerful display of the Force. You can tell he has sensed something unusual about her all along, even though he has never asked you about it directly. Which is a relief, as you’re not ready to explain everything to him—not just about Paul’s spirit but also the complexities of Alia’s nature, a mystery no ordinary person, let alone one who isn’t Bene Gesserit, could ever truly understand.

Still, conflict within your family becomes inevitable. Qimir wants Alia to become his apprentice, to inherit the Sith ways—an idea you adamantly refuse. You know the cruelty of the Sith path, especially the ritual that demands the apprentice to take their master’s life to ascend as the new Sith Lord.

You know Alia has the potential to do it—her powers are formidable. With proper training, defeating Qimir wouldn’t be difficult. But you would never let that happen. "The Sith way will not be used on my child. I will not let her kill her own father!" you declare with unyielding determination. It’s the first time you dare to defy the agreement between you and Qimir, and the only time he cannot override your will.

You vow that Alia’s hands will never be stained with blood like yours or Qimir’s. You don’t want her to face the same cruelty. That’s why you are determined to protect her completely, allowing her to grow up as a normal person, free from the paths of the Sith, the Jedi, or the Bene Gesserit. You believe this is the only thing you, as a mother, can do for your child.

Yet, in the end, you still fail.

Alia committed her first murder at the age of five. This time was different from the previous incidents—she did it with deliberate intent, not by accident or carelessness.

Your family’s sense of security began to erode two years ago, the moment Alia started using her powers. Stories of a strange young girl harnessing both the Force and the ancient magic of the Bene Gesserit eventually caught the attention of certain bounty hunters.

Being hunted was nothing new to you and Qimir. Over the years, the two of you had become adept at forging identities, blending in, and disappearing whenever danger came too close. But things were far more complicated now that you had a child to protect. Relocating and covering your tracks became increasingly difficult, especially since the bounty hunters no longer targeted you or Qimir. Their focus was entirely on Alia.

What better target could there be than a seemingly harmless child, easy to capture?

That’s what they thought, and it turned out to be a fatal mistake.

You watch Alia, your daughter, sitting with her legs gently swinging over the edge of a wooden chair in the secret hideout. Her gray aba[1] robe remains pristine, free of bloodstains—a stark contrast to the blood-soaked concrete floor surrounding her. Scattered across the room are the corpses of several men, their lifeless bodies lying in disarray.

Using the observation techniques of the Bene Gesserit, you quickly discern that none of the corpses show any signs of struggle. The absence of resistance and the unnatural positioning of their bodies make it clear: they willingly turned their weapons on one another.

There is only one explanation for this—the Voice.

Despite being surrounded by this gruesome bloodbath, Alia shows no trace of fear. You know immediately, without needing any special techniques, that your daughter caused all this.

Fortunately, Qimir isn’t here to witness this, you think. If he were, I wouldn’t know how to explain what our daughter has done.

“I had to do it, Mother,” Alia says, calling you “Mother” for the first time. Her voice is steady, too composed for a child of her age. “If I hadn’t acted, they would have kept coming after us.” She sighs softly, then offers you an innocent smile. “Father will understand. He might even be proud that I can defend myself.”

She’s not wrong. The Sith revere strength above all else. It’s this very philosophy that made Qimir a Sith Lord after he slaughtered countless Jedi—and his own master.

But you are not a Sith. And for the first time, you feel a deep, visceral fear toward your own daughter—something you’ve never felt before “Alia, this isn’t something a child like you should—”

“I am a woman of the desert,” she cuts in, her tone resolute, her words sharp as a blade. “And this is what every Fremen child does when faced with threats. You should be proud too, Mother.”

You stare at your daughter, stunned by the ferocity concealed within the eyes of this five-year-old girl.

You’ve always known Alia wasn’t an ordinary child, but now there’s something about her that shakes you to your core—something alien, otherworldly, and incomprehensibly vast. In that fleeting moment, it feels as if the emotional bond between you and your daughter has vanished.

She’s not my child. The thought crystallizes in your mind with harrowing clarity. You mutter under your breath, your gaze hollow, “I should have killed you…”

Alia shakes her head slowly, a soft, amused laugh slipping from her lips. “Father said the same thing to you once, didn’t he? But he couldn’t do it.” She stops swinging her legs and locks eyes with you, her piercing blue gaze unsettlingly profound. “And I know you can’t, either. You love me, even if you try to deny it.”

Your throat tightens, dry as desert sand, leaving you speechless—because every word Alia says cuts through to the truth.

That’s when it dawns on you—Alia has become another Reverend Mother, one who transcends the boundaries of past, present, and future. She is a Truthsayer who sees all, who knows all.

Because I drank the Water of Life. That’s why she became this.

The thought invades your mind, and you can’t help but wonder—if you hadn’t made that choice, could everything have turned out differently?

Alia moves calmly, rising from her chair and stepping onto the blood-soaked floor without a moment’s hesitation. She walks toward you, extending her small hand to take yours. In that simple touch, the bond between mother and daughter is reignited, their emotions fusing as one. You feel her thoughts, her emotions, as she feels yours.

“Don’t blame yourself, Mother,” Alia says softly, her tiny hand gently stroking the back of yours. She is unnervingly composed, her presence both calming and unsettling. “You know this was the only choice you had.”

“I just hope I made the right choice,” you whisper, exhaustion thickening your voice.

“I cannot say for sure, Mother,” Alia replies evenly. “But you’ve reshaped history. Humanity will owe its survival to you—and to Atreides.”

History—The word rings bitterly in your mind.

Yes, they will owe you everything. But what value does that have? In the end, your story will fade into obscurity, lost to the sands of time. No one will remember your name. The only trace of your existence will be a brief entry: ‘The last Bene Gesserit who perished on Eiram’

And no one in this vast universe will ever understand the sacrifices you made to save it all.

Footnotes:

[1]An aba (or abayah) is a loose, simple robe worn by Muslim women (and is mentioned in the Dune novels as the traditional garment of Fremen women).

[vixenmulder]

Early Morning Comforts

Summary: Reader wakes up in bed with Yord. Very fluffy

Warnings: Kissing

Word count: 1500

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Y/N slowly drifts awake, her senses coming to life one by one. She becomes aware of a weight wrapped around her waist, holding her close. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she takes a moment to orient herself. Realizing she's securely enveloped in Yord's embrace, a sleepy smile spreads across her lips.

Yord, still slumbering, had wrapped his arms tightly around her during the night, his chin resting comfortably on her shoulder. His breaths are warm and steady against her neck, gently stirring her hair.

As Y/N gradually becomes fully lucid, she takes stock of her surroundings. The morning sunlight filters softly through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm, golden light. The scent of Yord's skin mingled with the smell of freshly laundered sheets fills her nostrils, sending a shiver of affection through her.

She can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back, the slow rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing reassurance of his presence. His arms remain firmly wrapped around her, holding her close as if even in sleep he couldn't bear the thought of letting her go.

Y/N allows herself a moment to enjoy the feel of Yord's body against hers, his embrace offering a sense of comfort and security. She can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back, the heat of his breath and the subtle scent of him enveloping her senses.

Y/N turns slightly, shifting so she can look up at Yord's face. His features are relaxed in sleep, the usual intensity of his expression replaced by a rare vulnerability. She can't help but smile at the sight, contentment flooding her chest.

His brow, usually creased in concentration, is now smooth and untroubled. His lips, usually pressed into a firm line, are parted slightly, forming an inviting curve. She can't help but find him impossibly handsome in this unguarded moment. The soft lines of his face, the dark lashes resting against his cheeks, and the slight pout of his lips. In this moment, he looks younger, almost boyish, without the usual weight of responsibility and seriousness that he carries as a Jedi knight.

As she looks at him, a warm affection fills her chest. She knows that this side of Yord - the gentle, caring one that most people never see - is strictly reserved for her. The thought fills her with a sense of privilege.

Tentatively, she reaches up and gently brushes a strand of hair away from his forehead. His skin is warm and smooth under her touch, and she finds herself fighting the urge to run her fingers through his hair.

Y/N's hand lingers on Yord's forehead, her fingertips tracing the contour of his brow before trailing down to cup his cheek. She's struck by the vulnerability he shows in sleep, a side of him normally hidden beneath his stoic exterior.

As her fingers brush against his skin, Yord's eyelashes flutter, and his eyes slowly open. He blinks blearily, disoriented for a moment before his gaze meets her's. A soft, drowsy smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he registers her presence in his arms.

Yord's eyes focus on her face, his gaze softened by sleep. His arm around her waist tightens slightly, pulling her closer to his chest as he fully wakes up. "Good morning," he mumbles, his voice gravelly and low.

Y/N can't help but grin at the sight of him, his usual stern demeanor temporarily replaced by a sleepy, affectionate expression. She props herself up on an elbow, her hand still resting on his cheek. "Hey," she replies, her voice equally soft.

Yord's gaze flickers to the hand on his cheek, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He turns his head slightly, nuzzling into her palm. "You're still here," he mumbles, his eyes drifting closed again.

Y/N's heart skips a beat at the sight, the simple gesture making her stomach flutter. She chuckles softly and quirks an eyebrow at his comment, her grin widening. "Where else would I be?" she teases, running her fingers lightly across his jaw.

Yord's hand moves lazily from her waist to rest on her hip, his fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. He studies her face, his gaze warm and gentle. He opens his mouth to say something, but instead gives a soft chuckle, his hand sliding under her shirt to rest against her bare skin. His touch is light and soothing, his fingers tracing a gentle path along her spine.

Y/N shivers slightly at his touch, her skin prickling with awareness. She leans in closer to him, her eyes sparkling with humor. "You thought I'd ditch you, huh?"

Yord's hand continues to roam over her side, his touch both possessive and comforting. "No no, I thought you might have slipped out of bed before I woke up," he admits, his voice still gruff with sleep.

Y/N chuckles softly, her hand coming up to thread through his hair. "And miss out on this?" she teases, giving his hair a gentle tug.

“Lay your head back down.” Yord says lightly, but Y/N shakes her head still looking at him “I don’t want to”

Yord pretends to pout, feigning offense at her words. "Hey, now. I thought I made for a pretty comfortable pillow."

Y/N laughs, her fingers continuing to card through his hair. "You did," she concedes. "But I like looking at your face too much to go back to sleep."

Yord's expression softens, his gaze warming at her words. He brings his hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw.

As Yord's hand cups her cheek, his fingers brushing gently over her skin, there's an unmistakable tenderness in his touch. His eyes roam over her face, his gaze filled with a mix of affection and something more subtle, a quiet intensity that betrays his feelings.

"You’re beautiful." he murmurs, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

Y/N blushed and tried to turn away but Yord's hand slides up from her jaw to the back of her neck, gently tugging her down toward him. His lips find hers, the kiss soft and unhurried.

Y/N melts against him, all the playful banter replaced by something more intimate. Her hand moves from his hair to rest on the side of his neck, her fingers tracing his pulse point.

As their lips move together, the kiss deepens, their bodies shifting closer. Yord's arm around her waist tightens further, pulling her flush against his chest. His fingers splay out against her lower back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her shirt.

Y/N's hand slides up from his neck to caress his cheek, her touch light and feathery. She can feel the stubble on his chin scrape against her palm, a delightful contrast to the softness of his lips.

Y/N breaks the kiss for a moment, pulling back slightly to take a breath. But Yord doesn't let her get far, his hand at the back of her neck holding her firmly in place. He presses his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her lips.

"Stay," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Just a little longer."

Y/N nods, her eyes closing as she melts against him once more. Her body fits perfectly against his, the warmth of his skin seeping into hers. She presses a kiss to his jawline, then to his neck, her lips mapping out his skin. “Y/N?” He asks quietly.

Y/N groans, stirring in her sleep as she hears a faint voice calling her name. She's half-conscious, trying to hold onto the remnants of her dream.

"Y/N," the voice repeats, a little louder this time. "Wake up, you overslept."

She blinks her eyes open, slowly adjusting to the real world. Y/N sees a figure standing in the doorway of her room, the morning light silhouetting their form. As her vision clears, she recognizes her best friend Yord standing there.

"There you are," Yord says, both irritation and amusement in his voice. "Finally decided to rejoin the land of the living, huh?"

Y/N sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes groggily. "What time is it?" she mumbles, still half-asleep.

"Late enough that you missed breakfast," Yord replies. "And your alarms went off like crazy, but you slept right through them."

Y/N frowns, now fully awake and aware of her oversleeping. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier then?" she asks, her voice still laced with sleep, she ducked her head to hide her cheeks burning with embarrassment, his face reminding her of the dream she had.

Yord leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. "I tried," he says, his tone nonchalant. "You were out cold. I wasn't going to risk getting my hand bitten off by shaking you awake."

Y/N groans again, flopping back onto her pillow. "Sorry," she mutters sheepishly. "I was having a dream."

Yord leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "Must have been some good dream."

Y/N blushes lightly, remembering the details of the dream. She pushes the memory away, sitting back up. "Yeah, it was..." she trails off, a small smile tugging at her lips.

[uniwritesfiction]

Black Wedding (Qimir x Reader)

WARNINGS/NOTES: Strong violence, female Reader, cuss words, heartbreaks and sadness. Please enjoy.

Title based on a song.

Some events/canon is broken for the sake of fun fanfiction purposes.

(Also I know I'm probably super late to the Qimir fan craze but this took a while for me to make without life interruptions.)

The air of the industrial skies of Coruscant froze the air around your bedroom. The dimness of the blinds only elevated it. You tossed and turned in your sleep. The Force visions invaded your mind, seeking the one answer you sought out: where was he?

Flashback Memory 1

It always began with how you first met him. The first day of class when you joined the Order. You were nervous as you followed Vernestra Rwoh into one of the classrooms. A Torguta was teaching about meditation to some younglings and glanced up to see you and Rwoh enter.

"We have a new student here," Rwoh announced, bringing you into the meditation room. You shyly hid behind her, peeking your head out.

The other students stood up and curiously flocked over. Some even went behind you as if inspecting if you were a fraud. You yipped and broke out from Vernestra's legs, bumping into another student.

"Oh I'm sorry!" You said and then glanced up to see the student shrug it off. He had stringy black hair, pale skin and brown eyes. "It's ok. Hello," the student said. "My name's Qimir. What's yours?"

You titled your head down, red in the face. "Uhhhh.... (name)."

Qimir smiled. "I like it." Your cheeks bloomed.

"Hey, Qimir got a girlfriend," one of the younglings joked. Vernestra gave a warning glare, and the youngling stood back, gulping.

"Qimir, what are you doing here?" Vernestra took his hand. "Come on, little cousin. You know better than to fool around in the Temple. Apologies for him, Master Yorno. Would you kindly now showcase (name) in your teachings?"

"We were just beginning, I only started with a lesson on why we meditate," the Torguta said smiling. "Come, (name)."

As you walked forward, Rwoh led Qimir away. Yet, he still turned to you and smiled.

"Told you she's his new girlfriend," the same youngling snickered.

Another youngling rolled his eyes. "Ignore Jace. He likes to poke people's bubbles."

From there, the dream then shifted to a flash forwards of you journeying with the younglings via different lessons, missions with your master and training.

And then… began your Padawan memories. Those were some of the best times you ever had. Well… sort of.

Qimir was often around now, having been able to escape Rwoh's clutches every so often he can. Especially that one time when you and Jace were sent to locate a rogue criminal, Qimir had joined in, as he had some information he gathered from around bandits.

And when you finally located the criminal, it is when all hell had broken loose. After you and Jace's attempts at catching him failed, Qimir unleashed a herd of bantha with the pursuit hot on the criminal running insanely. It was a successful mission... and with rewards of paranoia, terror and a very angry Rwoh.

The scolding was done within 1 hour. The three of you groaned as you stepped out from the council room.

“Qimir, you do realize that was stupid of you?” you scoffed. "They're never gonna let this down. The damage payments for the banthan farms are gonna be raised to the roof."

“I mean, shoot, the masters are right, that could’ve gotten us killed or more insane,” Jace said.

Qimir chuckled. “It’s what makes life interesting, living on the edge,” he said.

You all headed over then to the markets, overlooking the stalls. You stopped at a drink concession.

"Until my life is on the line," you huffed, paying a vendor some credits. The vendor then presented you some blue milk. "Next thing you know then we'll be kicked out."

“Then we’re free to do as we please. No Order, no rules, no council. Just us."

Jace laughed. “Well, as much as I’m interested if I do get kicked out… I don’t think you would ever convince (name) here for it. She’s such a by-the-book girl.”

You smirked. “Live by the code, die by the code."

"Now if only the code allowed for you to loosen up and get a boyfriend. Oh, I know like Qimir!" Jace cackled.

Qimir rolled his eyes. "She'll never say yes."

You took a sip of your drink. "The Code does say no attachments."

"Yeah, but doesn't say no to sex."

Blue milk splattered from your mouth onto a pedestrian. The pedestrian glared at you. "Sorry," you said, embarrassingly backing away.

You turned to Jace and Qimir, who were holding themselves from laughing their asses off.

"I'm going to kill you both," you hissed.

From there, the two Padawans ran as fast as they could from you.

Present Day

"(Name)."

You woke up from your bed as you browsed your surroundings. The familiarity of the Coruscant unit hit you, and you sighed, getting up and stretching out.

The usual routine kicked in: tea, shower, dress, meditate. You prepared for your next step, which was to go out and gather resources when you heard the beeping of a hologram call.

"(Name)."

You pressed the button on the holo and before you appeared Master Yorno in blue light.

“Good morning to you, Master Yorno,” you said bowing.

Master Yorno chuckled. “There’s no need of that now that you’re not my apprentice anymore.”

“Force of habit,” you smiled, laying out your clothes for the day. “Called to check in on me or let me guess… there’s something the Jedi are after but need the help of a former one to bypass areas.”

“I’m afraid neither are of the importance,” Yorno said. “However, it is indeed a particular mission. One that… I believe involves you.”

“What is it I’m getting? Weapons? Shields? Armor?" You reached for your steamer. "You know, I'm still happy you welcomed me back with open arms. It's nice to know what the Order's been up to, yet I can't help but..."

“It’s about him.”

Your senses froze. The steamer clattered to the ground. You turned around to Yorno. “I’m sorry…who?”

“You know it deep in your heart…who I’m talking about.”

You would do it in a heartbeat if you could cut yourself off from the Force. You knew what he meant. And every feeling resurfaced, a burning ache of pain you wished to erase. Yet, you knew even if you did, it wouldn’t stop anyway. Any mention of him just brought back that guilt.

Yorno sighed, adjusting himself as he prepared to continue. “I know… it has been a while since… we talked about him…”

“And I prefer if we didn’t.” Your voice boomed in venom.

“You can’t keep running away and pretending the wound is sealed.”

“He was the one who walked out, Yorno.”

“And you allowed it to change yourself, like it did to him.”

Your fists clenched. “Just tell me why you called.”

“I had a dream last night… I couldn’t see him, but I heard him speak to a woman. They have been traveling from planet to planet. He was running an apothecary. After I woke up from that, I had received news that a Jedi had been killed on Olega via poison.”

You gulped, a drop of sweat barely forming on your head. "So... you think the dream you had was a force vision?"

"They're not one to be trifled with. Especially after the report that just came today. A woman named Mae-ho Aniseya was spotted on Olega. She had killed Master Torbin via bunta poison. Bought from an apothecary. We're still under investigation but those are the facts."

You nod, beginning to pace. “And you’re sure… it’s him you heard in your dream? Not anyone else?”

Yorno shook his head. “I still remember how he sounded like. It was like... I was viewing it right beside him. I couldn't see him, but I recognized his voice, the same as I heard it before."

You placed a hand on your heart. "Then... what is this mission?"

"We believe that Mae is killing Jedi to complete her training. The final Jedi we deducted is Master Kelnacca, who resides on Khofar. We are hoping to get there before they both do hopefully. There's a chance he'll be there. And besides... even if you don't see him... I know you got rent coming up to pay."

He points to the holo calendar that had a huge circle on it. You scoffed. "Always looking out for me."

You turned to him. "Yorno...I...I don't know. I still have those…horrid memories of him. The black books lay on the desks. The shouting. The way he had carried the bag with him, looked at me, and shut the door. I could feel my blood turn cold right now. My veins are solidifying. I feel empty.” You gulped as you touched your chest again, as if your breath was taken out from you.

"If you can't do it for him, do it for you. I know your heart is still hurting. The only way it will heal is if you finally confront him. If the roles were reversed..., do you think he would drop your chance to see you?"

Your frown eased, your face forming a gleeful expression. "I swear, Yorno... you were always like a father to me."

Yorno huffed. "Well... I was your master," he chuckled. "I supported you two after all these years. I believe there is no coincidence that you two are meant to see each other again. Even if.... the worst is inevitable... do it... for your sake so you don't have to live with that guilt. I never told Master Rwoh about the dream. If I did, you wouldn't be given another chance."

You smiled. That was your master all right. One to never let you down. "Fine... I'll do it. Let me....finish with some errands and I'll meet you."

Yorno bowed. "I'll send in the rest of the report later today. Come meet me when you're ready." The hologram dispersed.

You rubbed a metal band on your finger, turning to your clothes now to change. "Yippee," you said to yourself.

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Flashback Memory 2

You were sleeping in your room when you heard knocking. You opened up your door half asleep to see Qimir.

"Qimir? It's late," you yawned. "What are you doing here? Rwoh's gonna yell at you again."

He chuckled. "Well, I'm sneaking out, and I couldn't help but want to know you're up to explore Coruscant."

You rolled your eyes. "Sneak out? Qimir, you do realize how much trouble that will be? If any of the masters find out, I snuck out... or worse, like I said.... Rwoh?!"

Qimir huffed. "Come on," he said grabbing your hand and pulling you toward him. "You gotta have some fun in your life. Let it just be me and you. One night of being free."

You groaned, pulling back. "I don't know. There's the meeting with the Council and Lightsaber Rounds. It would be bad if..."

Qimir shook his head and then pulled you toward him again. He grabbed your hands. "Look, if you promise just this once....I won't bother to do this again."

You sighed, glancing up at him, his eyes full of hope. It was a little kid asking to go to their favorite place. "Fine then."

Qimir smiles and took your hand, leading you out to the hallway. "Good. I know this one place I passed by. It's got some awesome Alderaan wines and Raxus beers."

You folded your arms. "Seriously.... Do you want us to get blasted?"

"Only a little."

"OK fine....but I'm only having one drink."

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5 drinks later

The ash of the Canto cigarettes whiffed by your nose without notice. The taste of the alcohol had rocked you harder than the banthan charges.

"QIMIR!" you roared, howling with joy as you watched him float one of the Rodian's drinks up in the air again. You were holding onto him as he tried to concentrate. The Rodian stormed around, grumbling about a floating drink.

The drink kept flying around until suddenly, it crashed into the Rodian. The Rodian huffed up a storm, grabbing a bartender and a rumble ensured.

Qimir laughed hard as he slammed the counter down. "Shut it, you're going to get us in trouble," you cried, holding onto him. Qimir was leaning onto you as he couldn't stop laughing, pulling on your robes.

"Oh come on, this beats out the bantha stampede," Qimir said, hiccuping.

You noticed the Rodian now taking a sweep around the bar, eyeing down every patron.

"Ok, come on Qimir," you said, holding onto him. "Sucker Mouth is gonna know we're the idiots."

Qimir held onto you as he chuckled, standing up and lead you both out of the bar.

"Oh my god," you said, wheezing hard. "We're in so much trouble. Not only from the order but....haha... I can't believe you fucking did that."

"All in good fun," Qimir said with a smile.

You both stumbled out onto the streets of Coruscant, still bursting into giggles and breaths.

"Since when did you use the Force?" you howled.

Qimir shrugged. "It's... something that I don't like using often," he said. "Few folk know I do. My master and I... have a special relationship."

"You're not a Jedi?"

"Eh, trying to be but... got a few more steps to go before I can get to be part of the Order and all."

You both stumbled over to the landspeeder.

"Kriff, we probably can't even get back to the temple," you coughed. "The world is spinning." Qimir browsed around. "You think we can rent a unit until the morning?"

"Kriff it!"

You dragged him over to the nearest hotel you could find. "Room...for TWO pleaweeese," you cackled to the receptionist. The receptionist, a droid, was nonchalant to your drunken shit fest as they typed in a few keys. "That'll be 100 credits. Is it one night or more?"

The next thing you knew, you both barreled into the room, hanging onto the walls.

"Kriff, we're so wasted," you said, crawling your way to the bed, plopping down on it. Qimir joined you from behind, dropping to his knees as his face hit the edge of the bed.

"Oh, you're so gonna get it," he snickered.

You got up and went over to the window, overlooking the Coruscant skyline. Your eyes glued to the beaming glow lights of the skyscrapers and the never-ending flashes of the speeders. "You know, for a busy city, it's actually pretty nice when you take the time to..."

You turned your head to see Qimir struggling to undo his robes. He only had gone halfway down, exposing his chest. You snorted loudly. "You wampa head, what are you doing?"

"How do you even undo this?"

"Oh my god, here." You walked over to him and caressed your fingers onto his robes. "Like this...haha... can't even pull it down...."

"Shut it, I got it!" Qimir attempted to push you off. You hung onto him, pulling his robes.

Soon, you two tumbled to the floor, and you collapsed on top of him. The room was still full of laughs as you sat up. "Oh god, what's next you can't undo your belt, hahaa....oh..."

You turned red as you glimpsed down to see the robes were now halfway down to his waist. Qimir glanced up at you. "You ok there?" he asked, the scent of alcohol lingering but fading.

You shook your head. "I'm....fine," you lied. Of course, how could you be when you never realized he had the physique of strength and lean. Holy crap, those arms? Enough for you to want to squeeze yourself between them. And the way that cute face of his... those confused eyes and his overblown hair.... if only you two weren't Jedi.

Quickly, you got off and laid down on the bed. Qimir crawled up too laying beside you. Immediately, you turned the other way.

"All right, spill the beans," Qimir chuckled, nudging you. "I know that face. You got something on your mind." He wasn't good at reading thoughts, but he knew reading faces like an open book.

"It's nothing."

"Mmhmm...." He pinched you. When you didn't respond, he decided to pinch your cheeks. You jumped up, tackling him.

"You ass!"

You two tumbled around until Qimir rolled on top of you. You still gave him little jabs. "No fair!"

"Ready to give up, Jedi?" Qimir teased.

You then turned red seeing he was on top of you. Qimir titled his head, curious.

You breathing accelerated as you felt then your fingers begin to travel up his hair. Qimir leaned into your touch. He leveled his head down close to you, staring at your lips.

Before you knew it, his were on yours. He tasted sweet, a new addiction to you. You felt his arms wrapped around you as you sunk into his embrace.

"Wait!" You pulled back. "I'm sorry, Qimir. I... I didn't mean to... "

Qimir grinned and kissed you again. "Hey," he said huskily. "Right now it's only you and me... no Jedi, no Code, no Order.... ok?"

"But what if...."

You gasped as he began to kiss your neck, traveling up to your ear. "They'll never know," he chuckled.

And then you gave in. You pushed down more of his robes to reveal his body. He didn't waste time to undo yours, even ripping some of it.

The hotel room became adorned with moans and cries of pleasure throughout the night...

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"Are you all right?"

You woke up to the sound of Master Sol's voice as you dozed off in your chair. Recognition hit you, you were on a ship to Khofar. "Oh." You shook yourself. "Apologies, master."

"We're almost there," Sol said. "About 15 minutes away."

You stretched out on your chair and sat up. Your felt your nerves come alive.

It just seemed like only a few minutes ago, Yorno had given you the report about the mission. You were enlisted as a researcher. While the Jedi had a tracker, you were tasked with giving information about the planet's biology and other ecological whereabouts.

Yorno had fibbed your last name in an effort to keep you from being found out. ("The minute Rwoh knows you're alive, things will get more complicated. Don't worry, the Jedi you'll be going with I'm sure have no indication who you are. It's been too long.")

You fiddled with the metal band on your ring finger. You were thankful Yorno wasn't joining you, as you knew you be a mess if he did. Yorno had announced he was being sent via another mission to handle. "And take this too." From his robes, he had conjured a lightsaber. "It's been too long, hasn't it? Keep it for good luck in case. Use it for only emergencies of course."

You sighed deeply. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw someone analyzing you. It was Osha, Mae's twin sister as you had read in the report. Her eyes averted to the ring.

"That ring on your finger," she said, curiously. "You're married?"

You smiled weakly. "Yes, it was a long time ago."

Osha titled her head. "What was it like?"

You chuckled. "Wonderful. Imagine someone you found who knows all your quirks, the things that make you happy, you wake up wondering where they are and just.... want to spend every day knowing you'll wake up to them every day." You twirled the metal band. "Til death do us part as they say."

"What does he do?"

You closed your eyes. "He.... well... he does things one would question greatly." Your lips twitched. "Let's just say... I rather not talk about it." You looked down gloomily. "It broke my heart when I found out."

You peered to see Osha had looked away, as if sorry to ask. "Are you two still... together?"

You gulped. "To put it shortly... we're... not seeing eye to eye." You trembled, clasping your hands nervously. "We got into a fight about... things. Ever since then, I haven’t seen him.”

Osha twiddled with her fingers. "I had something similar. My sister and I were close," she said. "We... wanted different things. That led into a disagreement and things just got out of hand. I... despite what she's done, I want to see her."

"Well, I suppose we both know what it's like to be hurt by someone," you said, sheepishly. "Maybe that's why we're both here.... to let go of hate we hold onto them. If we let it bloom, the suffering will never end."

Osha smiled. "You sound like a Jedi saying that."

"Well... my friend of mine happens to be a Jedi. And he's right... we will always remain loyal, no matter how much we love them. It is not in our nature to hurt but to forgive."

"We've arrived," Sol said.

You glanced out to the windows to see the planet Khofar. Finally, it was time.

Flashback Memory 3

Sullust. High Republic Research Base.

It was the most horrible day of your life. Something had terrified you the moment you returned to the ship with Master Yorno. You had just gotten done tying up the pirates when you sensed Rwoh wasn't with you. You glimpsed around, confused as you knew you captured most of the pirates from raiding the base.

"She must be back at the base trying to uncover the rest of the pirates' plans," Yorno noted.

"Master, if you don't mind, I can go check it out."

"Swiftly. We must escort these pirates back to Coruscant."

You ventured down back to the entrance of the base. As you backtracked where you fought the pirates, you suddenly heard a scream. Following its vibrations, you guided yourself over to another door, that led to a mining cave. And there as you delved deeper, your heart dropped.

"STOP!" you screeched as you watched Master Rwoh whip Qimir on the back.

Qimir was holding onto his deactivated saber as Rwoh prepared to whip again until you jumped in front of him.

"(Name), what are you doing? Return to the ship!" Rwoh barked.

"What are YOU doing?" you snapped. "What the hell are you doing to Qimir?"

Rwoh panicked. "That's none of your concern! This is between me and him."

You turned to Qimir staggering, eyeing the fresh whipped mark on his back, searing with damage. There was another right below this one scarred. "Qimir..." You held onto him. "Why...would you let her?"

Qimir looked up. "She raised me," he said. "And...i...met you. I wanted to walk away but now, you... gave me more reasons to be a Jedi now."

"This... this isn't what you think, (name)," Rwoh hissed, moving toward you. "You need to stay away from him. You don't know who you're protecting."

"Oh I think I know EXACTLY who I'm protecting." You held up your lightsaber with a warning.

"We had the pirate captain cornered. He murdered the captain in cold blood. The captain had whereabouts as to their hideout."

"And whipping him is justification?!"

Rwoh's eyes narrowed. "(Name), please listen to me."

"I don't care!" You still held your arms out, shielding Qimir. "I won't let you hurt him like this. This isn't how you treat Padawans to learn their lesson in making a mistake."

"Don't act like you know anything about lessons when you're not exactly clean yourself. I know what you and Qimir have been up to."

Your eyes widen, your heart dropping. "What...are....you are talking about?"

Rwoh scoffed, a grin slowly rising. "I am aware of your.... nightly trips with him."

Terror had not etched its way into you and Qimir's faces. Now his hands were gripping on your arms, trembling. "How?" you said.

"Your name had happened to pop up at the Coruscant View Hotel... a couple times."

Now Qimir was rising up a bit, walking in front of you.

"I wonder... what the Order would think of an apprentice sneaking off. Rowdying themselves with drinks and crashing at a room... doing Force knows what."

Qimir furrowed his eyebrows. "Don't....bring her into this," he whispered vehemently, his steps etching further to Rwoh. "What is between me and her... is none of your concern."

"It is when you're luring her in. I told you Qimir, to stay away from her. To stay away from the Temple yet you insistently..."

You felt anger consume you, now joining Qimir. "And so, what if he kept coming by to see me? You got a problem with me and him... just enjoying each other's company?"

"As an official, it's my job to ensure order is insured," she snapped. "What you two do outside may be your business, but as a Jedi, there are things we still must adhere to. This is what I'm afraid of. You're letting your emotions cloud you."

"Of course, because I love him!" You clasped your hands together in front of your mouth.

Rwoh gasped. "What... did you say?"

Silence filled the cave. Your head flowed over to Qimir’s face, wondering if his reflection matched yours. Qimir glanced back at you, a void of no emotion. Possibly, he was processing what you had said or… he didn’t feel the same. You didn’t let it stop your babbling.

“And I don’t regret it,” you hissed at Rwoh. “I may be sleeping with him, but every night, he makes me feel alive. Every time we hold hands, I feel my body burst into paradise. Every moment when he’s with me, I feel unstoppable and there’s nothing you can do to change my min…”

Suddenly, the world shook. You stumbled on your feet. You turned and noticed cracks etching along the cave. "What the…”

The earth split the three of you apart, the ground cracking ferociously. You held onto the structure you were on as it lifted you up, with pebbles raining down. Immediately, you reached for your comlink. The earth roared more with anger, making you collide into the wall behind you, destroying the comlink.

"NO."

You watched as the rocky formations kept tossing you around. A world of darkness sunk into your vision. You just kept falling, hitting, falling and hitting....

And then the warmth of someone's arms. You looked to see Qimir holding onto you tightly.

"Hold on," he said, as he guided both of you away. You closed your eyes.

The vibrations of the world ceased to stop. You opened your eyes to see that now... Rwoh was gone. It was just you and Qimir. Still in the cave but now the only way back was blocked off.

"Qimir?" A tear escaped your eye. "Is your comlink working?"

He held his head down. "No...it got damaged during the quake."

You buried yourself into his arms. "What....what's going to happen?"

Qimir sighed. "I dont' know..."

You breathed in deeply. This was it... it had to be. There was no way Rwoh would return for both of you. Not for the sake of exposing her secret whipping Qimir and knowing her, she would expose your relationship should you return.

"(Name)."

Your eyes averted to him.

"Did you mean it when you said you love me?"

You looked down. "I.... I mean... you're the only one who makes me feel like I'm... human." You leaned in. "If you don't feel the same.... I'll still support you."

Two fingers pinched your chin up. "Then I'm glad... if we're going to die here... it's with the woman I fell for at first sight." A kiss was planted on your head as you two embraced.

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Khofar. Night.

You opened your eyes as walked through the forest. You followed along with the Jedi and the tracker, surveying the scene. You shook your head of the recent memory. It was the last thing you could remember.

After the incident on Sullust, knowing there was no chance for you two to return to the Order (especially with Rwoh), you both vowed to live your lives free. Luckily, you were rescued from Sullust miners who had uncovered the cave within 15 mins due to an important pipe that was bury there.

Once you both were out, it was out to Alderaan first thing. Qimir did not hesitate to be married to you.

It took about 1 year and 12 days for you both to raise enough money to be able to find a place together, set up a small ceremony and buying simple gifts.

As much as a ceremony was nice, you knew deep down, there wasn't much to do anyway. You were both most likely banned from the Order and it wasn't like you could just call up your ex-master to invite to the wedding.

Still, you remembered how sweet it was seeing Qimir had stitched up his robes to be as presentable. You had converted your robes into something of a dress with the outer robes being something of your hidden veil.

You had chosen to be married near a brook. The brook had wrapped itself around a small circular patch of land. A beautiful tree full of lovely flower petals bloomed.

You both went over to the priest who held an ancient tome of wedding customs. He blessed you by the power of the Force there, to now be husband and wife.

You were both free from the shackles of the demanding of a Jedi, to live your lives how you wanted it.

Those blessed days of the honeymoon were the last you could remember being happy, venturing in Alderaan for the remainder of your marriage. The next thing you could remember fondly was Qimir looking at you as you begged him not to go. Your heart was breaking. He was leaving you.

“Please,” you had beg.

Qimir would smirk as he finished packing the last of his items in his bag. He held his hand out to touch your cheek.

Your eyes glazed down to the black books inside his bag.

"Please!" you shouted. "I can't...let you go."

Qimir silently sighed. He held your hands, making your blood turn cold, every part of your body frozen.

You sighed. “I know…it’s for the best.”

And then without a word, he slung the bag over his shoulder and he opened the door and shut it.

“Are you ok?”

You glanced up to see one of the Jedi Knights, Yord overlooking at you. You took a deep breath. “Yeah…just…tired.”

Yord raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure.... you look... upset."

You clenched your fingers. "No, I'm full of sunshine on a clear day on Naboo. Can we focus now?" You stormed forward, Yord glaring at you.

You bit your lip in embarrassment, venturing with the rest of the Jedi to find Kelnacca.

Focus, you thought to yourself. Truly, you were upset about Qimir but yet... something was nagging at you. Like, you just wanted to turn around and snap at all of them. They were the reason why he had turned. If it hadn't been.... no. You shook your head. You couldn't reveal your relationship. That would be a chaotic disaster to explain.

Finally, you all stopped upon looking up at the retreat. The tracker sniffed and nodded it's head at the home. Inside, seemed to be a figure, prancing about. It was Mae.

As one of the Jedi beckoned Mae to come forth, you sensed him. Osha turned to you as you kept swaying your head around. "Is it one of those things again?" she asked, noting the umbramoths they came across earlier.

You stopped and shook your head. "No...I feel like something familiar." You glanced at her. "It's like.... someone's coming."

Osha whirled around, her eyes shrinking at you, trembling. Your eyes averted to hers, absorbing the fear.

"What?"

The other Jedi now turned too, staring down straight ahead. "What is that?" Jecki asked, her face void of her emotion, yet her tone tinged with concern.

You peeked behind you and your body fully turned, surrendering to the shock.

"Oh no..."

He glided down slowly, delaying your urges for fight or flight. He was wearing a helmet/mask, tarnished with dents and marks, the front with a small viser and crumbly rigged teeth. The black cloak he wore covered his body from being fully seen. And despite this, you sensed him. He was here.

You couldn't even move. There was the Force locked onto you, freezing your limbs in place. Only your eyes scoured the figure walking closer to you.

An onslaught of panic boiled inside. The need to turn to the Jedi and run kept being denied as you fought the stastis.

And then, he was in front of you. You peered up. Even if had you been unlocked, you would've kept your lips sealed shut.

The figure raised his hand and touched your cheek. The familiar caressing of love enveloped inside you.

It’s…him, was all you could think. It’s you.

The figure titled his head. "Still as beautiful as the day of our wedding," his mechanical voice purred.

An eruption of lightsabers ignited. "(Name), RUN!" Sol ordered.

Suddenly, you saw the glint of a red lightsaber flare up. Followed by the gleam of a band as his hand twisted around and turned. And then the world went black with the air rushing towards you as you flew off and hit something hard with your head.

The world was still dizzy as you rose up. The lightsabers were all hissing around, with grunts and yelps. You turned and gasped, seeing a Jedi on the ground with a burnt hole in their back.

Yelping, you scooted away from the body. "Jecki? Sol? Yord?"

They didn't reply to you as you looked on to see more Jedi fall down to the figure's lightsaber. Occasionally, the figure headbutted them, zapping their sabers to fizzle and break.

You patted down your pants. “Bingo,” you said feeling the object in your pocket. “Not now though… with…that cortosis he’s got going on.”

You scanned your eyes around and then saw Osha raise up her stun gun. “Osha, wait!” You ran over to her and grabbed her arm. “We need to get going, he’s too dang…

"Hey!" Osha fought you back as the stun gun went off… and still hit the figure. The figure slowly turned its helmet towards you.

"That's why..." you huffed. You gripped onto Osha's hand and the both of you darted off.

"What was that?" Osha stammered.

"Uhh.... a...something," you answered.

The next couple minutes were just a flash of survival for you. It went from you dodging the figure’s lightsaber attacks to avoid bumping into more Jedi running after him to trying to keep Osha on her feet. Back and forth it seemed, just the Jedi fighting the figure, guiding Osha to Yord and you… were just the third wheel.

At some point, you remembered even throwing a rock at the figure's head in childish frustration. The figure abruptly turned to you.

"Crap."

Quickly, you took off. You brushed into the foliage of the forest, looking back occasionally. You frowned as you stopped. Was he that reluctant to follow you or did he not care anymore?

"Ahh!"

You crashed into another figure, both of you falling down. You looked to see....Osha? Yet, why was she wearing armor, and her hair was longer?

Oh. "Wait... Mae?"

Mae glanced up at you. Yet, before she could even run, she stopped as she felt the Force push her aside. You turned to see the figure walked towards you first and then turned to Mae. The figure held out his hand again, curling it up against your cheek, making your shiver.

"If there's one thing I should've taught you," the mechanical voice growled. "It's this, Mae. Loyalty... comes at a price." He slowly turned to you. "You would happen to know it... wouldn't you, my dear?"

Yet, as you were about to answer, you gasped at the sight of Jecki jumping from behind to attack him.

"Look out!"

The figure now pulled away, focusing his attacks on Jecki.

"Come on!" You felt the tight grip of Yord's hand on your clothes, pulling you with him and Osha.

"Wait! Wait!" you protested, tempting to fling Yord’s clutch on you. "What about Jecki and Sol?"

"We've been ordered to escape and alert the Jedi Council," Yord boomed.

“Can you let go?”

“No! We gotta keep moving!”

You stopped and pulled back, slipping from Yord's grasp. "Well, I can’t! It's like Master Yorno told me, the only way it will heal is if you finally confront him." You bit your tongue. "Err...I mean..."

Yord and Osha turned to you. "You know who that thing is?" Yord asked.

You flashed him a glare but it was replaced by sorrow. "Yes. He...was close to me... a friend of mine. I let him run like this and ever since then... I haven't forgiven myself. My heart is swelling with pain." A hot tear fell down your cheek. "I can't go with both of you. I... have to stop him."

"Why didn't you say something earlier?"

You turned to Yord. "There's no time to explain. Please, this is between us... all I ask Yord is...if you find Yorno, tell him... I finally found peace."

Yord frowned. "Wait, (name), you can't face him alone..."

Ignoring him, you finally darted off.

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You came across him battling Jecki and Sol. You hid behind some foliage, bidding your time to join in on the battle. They were getting closer to you. You calculated your attack as Sol's lightsaber was extinguished from being bashed against the cortosis of his helmet and he pushed the figure away. Jecki saw this to her advantage and jumped upon the figure. The figure saw flaws in Jecki's attack, as she kept head-bashing him. He untwisted his lightsaber, revealing a short one. With 3 stabs into her body, Jecki laid on the ground.

"Jecki!" Sol cried.

As you ventured forth more, the mask of the figure fell...revealing his face. Qimir smirked as he turned to Sol. "Was that its name?" he scoffed.

"She was a child."

"You brought her here.... and also... her."

Sol titled his head. "What are you talking about?"

Before you could even reach for the weapon in your pocket, you felt the Force reel you over to him as he extended his arm out. He grabbed onto your neck.

"Hello...again," he smiled. "It's been so long, hasn't it? And now you're wondering... if you should kill me. Or... you should run and forget me."

You struggled against his grip. "You're the one you left," you snapped.

"On the contrary..." He held his hand, showcasing the ring. "I never did."

Sol browsed between the two of you, confused. "Oh, we never told them, didn't we?" Qimir chuckled.

You looked down as Sol continued to stare on in confusion. "He's my husband," you answered.

"You had a wife?!" Mae emerged from the bushes, now also facing you both.

Suddenly, you felt Qimir slam you down onto the ground as he focused on Mae, grabbing her with the Force and holding her against him. Yet, as you attempted to move, he stomped onto your back, holding you there. Qimir waved his lightsaber hilt, aiming it from Mae's head down to your back.

"One more step," he warned to Sol who deactivated his lightsaber.

You veered your face up. "Is this what you left me for?" you hissed.

Qimir crunched his foot farther onto your back. You know me better than that, he snarled. "If you just joined in with me... we wouldn't be in this predicament."

"Oh yes, surely killing Jedi and training some random witch from a planet is more important than tending to your wife."

Qimir winked. "You let me leave."

"I know...and I do...." You're fingers fiddled close to the weapon in your pocket.

You paused as you watched Sol use this distraction to walk further, his hands reaching out as if to examine how to force pull you. All this new information confused him but it didn't stop him from focusing on saving you.

Seeing your eyes turn to Sol, Qimir then kicked Mae and dropped her to the ground, switching his foot onto her back as he lifted you up.

"Let them go!" Sol exclaimed.

"Her, yes, in a moment," he said, nodding to you. He smiled at you, the corners of your lips twitching. His fingers splayed across your cheek. You know what to do, he said. He nodded toward Mae. "Why don't we renew... our vows?"

You breathed steadily as you saw him tilt his head, giving you that... that face. The one he had the day of your wedding. It was a face of promise, hearth, and protection. And like a newborn child, you fell for it again. Your body went limp in his hold.

Before you could answer him, you caught Sol stepping back. You heard it in the Force. Someone was coming.

"Behind us," you hissed to Qimir, as you swirled the weapon in your grasp. "He won’t see me coming." Reaching for Qimir's helmet, you rose it up and slammed it behind you.

Yord charged his saber down and it hit the cortosis piece. Focusing, you ignited your lightsaber and slashed out at Yord. Yord felt the plunge of the saber into his chest, his face horrified. His body fell to the side.

As you regain your surroundings, you turned to see Qimir and Sol locked in a fight, Mae nowhere to be in sight. You could feel her presence still nearby though.

Seeing Sol's lightsaber activated, you quickly pulled Qimir towards you, dodging him from a bash.

Sol's eyes dropped to Yord's body, his body shaking as his face morphed into disgust. "(Name)? I… Master Yorno…”

“Oh, Master Yorno told you to trust me? That I was such a good student?” You pretend sobbed. “Don’t you see I’m caught in a predicament.” You danced around. “Caught between a balance of goody Jedi and killing my husband? Can’t you see it? He’s right… I can’t kill him.” You flashed an evil smile. “I still love him."

Qimir didn't hesitate as he wrapped an arm around you. "That's why I love you... you're always so loyal... so willing to do anything to make me happy."

"Anything... for you." You thrust yourself forward onto him, kissing his lips. Sol's face morphed into disgust.

"You...you knew Yorno! You helped the Jedi and... how could you go and kill..."

You rolled your eyes pulling away from Qimir. "How could I?" You wheeled over to Sol. "Oh, how could I just... kill Yord like nothing? Did you not hear me at all? I can't do it... because I made a vow." Qimir patted your head as you leaned into his chest, giddy. "My loyalty is only to my husband."

Sol stepped back as Qimir activated his lightsaber. "Yorno trusted you."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "And I trusted the Order... and I'm glad I did because it brought me to him." You gripped Qimir's hand into yours. "All those memories." You both rubbed your foreheads together. "They were so hard to live with knowing we couldn't be truly free... but now... we can do whatever we want. Where was the Order when they abandoned him…only I was there to help him."

You flicked your hand up, spying a figure still watching. "She's still here." Mae flew over to you, yelping. You gave her a quick jab into her stomach, making her lose her breath and fall. "And you failed him," you snapped.

"Why... did you never tell me... about her?" Mae gasped.

Qimir huffed. "Well, I had to have eyes and ears, in case people like him, come snooping around. Her sob story kept her master, Yorno, to tell all. And every Jedi you encountered; she supplied the information we needed.

”Was she your first student?”

Qimir stood silent. Your face dropped, sighing.

"She's not strong enough," he said, dejectedly. "We've tried. Still... she passed the lesson of trust whereas you didn't. So...'" He smiled at you. "Wanna do the honors?"

You emitted your lightsaber, ready to aim at Mae. "I thought you never asked." Your pupils dilated though as you spied Osha from afar.

"Get down!"

You then pushed him as you took the hit from Osha's stun blaster. You stumbled on your feet as you attempted to regain your balance but ultimately fell, succumbing to the paralysis.

You watched the world turn dizzy and blacken. All you could see next was Qimir yelling and being lifted up from giant claws. And then everything was a frenzy.

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When you awoke, it was sunrise. The morning glow splattered onto your face, signaling your brain awake. You stretched out as you looked to see you were near a starfighter, laying against the support.

And there was Qimir. He was putting some bags up into the ship. He glanced down to you as you shuffled about.

"And now she awakens," he teases.

The sunlight's soft rays emitted around him. You blushed as you recognized all the things you loved about him. And down to that ring he wore.

"You still kept it," you said.

Qimir chuckled. "You were the reason why I was on this journey in the first place."

Getting up, you walked over to him. "You have no idea... how much I missed you."

"As did I."

He wrapped himself around you, basking you with affection. With a snicker, you kissed his cheek.

"Now what?" you mumbled, frowning. "I can't go back to the Order to get any more information. Now that the cat's out of the bag."

Qimir shrugged. "There are always others out there, lost and alone. We'll find them. We have plenty of time to find and pick." His eyes swayed over to yours. "You know.... I wasn't kidding when I said we should renew our wedding vows," he said, the side of his lips lifting up.

You giggled. "Oh really?" You let your hand playfully let a finger circle around his face. "Do I have to show you how much I love you and how far my loyalty goes? Even beyond... our first night on Coruscant?"

"Oh, you little Loth-cat," he chuckled, pulling you close to him again and kissing the top of your head. "Are you always going to bring that up every time we make love?"

You curled up under him. "Maybe."

He breathed in deeply. "That's why I love you," he said, clasping his hands with yours. "If it hadn't been that night we finally broke free... I wouldn't have an amazing woman like you by my side."

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading this! It's been awhile I've written fanfiction and watching The Acolyte reminded me what I love writing about characters like Qimir. I'm hoping to make more Qimir x Reader in the near future!

[multific]

Hunting the Past, Finding the Future

Qimir x Reader

Summary: You were a Jedi sent to hunt and kill Qimir for murdering your Master, but when you finally confront him, something shifts. A connection, one that feels ancient, and unbreakable, is revealed. 

The path had been long and merciless, spanning across desolate moons and corrupt cities, each step drawing you closer to the one you aimed to destroy. 

Qimir, murderer, Sith, the one who had taken your Master’s life without hesitation. The Jedi had taught you about justice, about balance, but the fire in your chest burned too hot, too deep. 

This was vengeance.

You had followed whispers of his presence, remains of his destruction, tracking him to the very edges of the galaxy where shadows bled into the light. 

And now, at last, you found him.

A ruined temple. 

He stood before the broken altar, a figure draped in darkness, golden eyes darting as he turned to face you.

“So,” he drawled, tilting his head. “You finally caught up.”

Your saber ignited with a snap-hiss, the brilliant glow illuminating the distance between you. “You killed my Master.”

His expression didn’t change, but something flickered behind his gaze. Interest, maybe. Amusement. “I did.”

Rage tightened your grip. “Do you even care?”

He exhaled, stepping closer, as if daring you to strike. “If it matters so much to you, have your revenge.”

You had imagined this confrontation a hundred times, had rehearsed his death in your mind over and over. 

But something chewed at you, something just beyond reach, buried in the way he watched you, not as an enemy, but as if he already knew you.

A whisper in your mind, not your own. 

Familiar. Ancient.

Your breathing faltered. Your fingers trembled. “Why does this feel like… something I’ve lived before?”

A slow, knowing smile touched his lips. “Ah. You feel it too.”

The world tilted. “What?”

“You and I,” he murmured, stepping closer. “We’ve done this before. Fought. Hunted. Desired.” His gaze roamed your face, something changed in him as he lifted a hand to your cheek but did not yet touch you. “Perhaps in another life, the roles were reversed.”

Your heart pounded. “Lies.”

But the moment you said it, you knew it wasn’t true. 

Something inside you knew him, beyond the present, beyond your mission. A connection that stretched past lifetimes, connecting you to him in ways you did not understand.

He saw your hesitation. “You don’t want to kill me.”

“I should.”

“But you won’t.”

Silence settled between you, thick and heavy. You hated him, didn’t you? You had to.

And yet… you could not bring yourself to strike. 

Not when his presence called to you like a missing piece of yourself. Not when something inside you screamed that you belonged to him.

You withdrew your saber. 

Qimir took the final step forward, so close now that the heat of him wrapped around you, so close that when he spoke, his breath ghosted over your lips.

“You were mine before,” he whispered. “And you will be mine again.”

The last of your will crumbled as his lips met yours, the kiss slow, deep, filled with something more than passion.

Recognition, devotion, something older than time itself. 

You melted into him, arms winding around his shoulders as if they had always belonged there, as if this was where you were meant to be.

Your Master’s death, your vengeance, your path as a Jedi, all of it faded into nothing.

Because you belong with him.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

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/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[avocad1s]

Pen and Paper

Requested By: Multiple anonymous users.

CW: Slightly suggestive. It mentions authors writing nsfw fanfic

Note: You all are crazy 💀 I got like seven requests for a part two ever since I posted about character’s writing fanfic about the creator. Most of them were the same so I decided to combine them.

Based off this post, but can be read as a standalone post

As established in the first part, people enjoy reading fanfics about you. However what we didn’t talk about are the authors of these books.

I think you already know but there are three known authors who write books about you, Yae Miko, Xingqiu, and Albedo.

All of them have their own way of making their writings unique.

Xingqiu writes platonic Creator fan-fiction, some people want to imagine you as their best friend or even as their parent. Having a familial connection to you is what some readers strive to have.

Albedo is the only one including art in his books, kinda like the pov fanarts you’ll see. Only problem with this is Albedo doesn’t make many copies of his books so getting your hand on one is a feat in itself. They go for lots of mora, very few people can afford it and they people who can, hoard them. (Ehem, Ninnguang, Ayato and Pantalone 💀)

Yae runs a publishing house and is the editor for many people’s work. So if anyone has an original idea for a story, it would be her. She is also the one everyone sends their work to so it can be published.

The Archons are a different case. They don’t have to read self-insert stories about you because there are definitely people writing Creator x Archon stories. Some of them are horribly out of character since not many people have interacted with their Archon and only have other writings to go off of. But that doesn’t stop them from getting the books. Ei, Zhongli, and Venti like reading romantic books about you. Nahida doesn’t read fanfics about you often, but when she wants to know more about human nature, she’ll read some about you being her parent.

Now onto what everyone requested. You reading these fanfics.

Like I mention before, once you arrive to Teyvat there not going to try and hide these fanfics from you. They just doesn’t expect you to see them.

But you do. In fact, you read them.

To make matters worse you read them in public. Out loud.

Once the acolytes notice what you’re reading out loud they’re mortified. We’re you punishing them? Or do you find humor in reading these? Many characters are ready to get on their knees and apologize for reading these books, they don’t want you to be disgusted with them or get on your bad side. They’d be so sad!

If the authors of these books caught wind that you’ve read their books, they’ll be slightly embarrassed as well. It feels sacrilegious to think of you in such a manner but can you really blame them?

If you ask them to stop writing, they’ll stop publishing the fanfics… what you don’t know won’t hurt you :)

If you don’t care or even encourage it, then many more people will begin writing fanfics. Mostly with the hopes that you’ll read it. Perhaps if they pour their feelings onto paper you’ll notice how they feel for you?

Albedo would ask if you would model for one of his books. He’s drawn you multiple times but if you’re right in front of him, he knows he can make it more accurate. (Please let him, he’s begging with his eyes)

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Slight nsfw behind this point, if that’s not your cup of tea, you may take your leave.

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Of course if fanfics exist, so does nsfw fanfics.

You know how in the bookstores they have adult books wrapped in plastic? Yeah, the nations would also put their own barrier so the wrong audience don’t end up grabbing it.

These are the books they do not want you finding. Just imagine the look on their faces if they see you with one of those books.

Before you descended finding these books were almost impossible, many people weren’t sure what you looked like. All they had were scriptures of what your heavenly form looked like and ancient drawings of you that was hard to get your hands on unless you had some kind of power in the nations.

However once they get to see you with their own eyes…

Yeah they’re horknee 💀🙏

Having you in such a provocative way is something for their wildest imagination, so they will use these books to fill that void.

Dom Creator, Sub Creator… you name it. You can find it.

These books cannot be checked out at any library. No one wants a sticky book returned, have some mercy on your librarian.

I apologize for that sentence above 😭

Anyways, could you imagine finding your favorite of age character reading one of these books? They’ll try to quickly hide it a dark blush on their face as they apologize to you for reading such content.

But what makes them blush even darker is when you offer to recreate whatever they’re reading in real life. They’re stuttering and their bodies are trembling, but they aren’t going to deny such an offer from their dearest Creator.

© avocad1s 2023

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Guarded Desires: Part 6

Fandom: Star Wars - The Acolyte

Pairing: Padawan!Qimir x Princess!Reader

Summary: After an assassination attempt on your mother, she’s asked a favor from the Jedi Council to watch over you and your family until the assailant has been caught. As a result, your mother’s old friend, Master Vernestra, has her padawan, Qimir, be your bodyguard. Based off my imagine here.

Series Masterlist

Because you're staying at the Jedi Temple, Vernestra as well as your parents thought it unnecessary for Qimir and the other Jedi to be accompanying you during your stay. You found this to be a blessing since you still can't stop thinking about your almost kiss with Qimir.

Staying at the Temple was your family, Orin, Lieutenant Kael, and a few other men from the King's Guard. Just as extra protection while the rest of the King's Guard as well as a few Jedi stayed at the palace to continue working on investigating the attacks.

At first, you were in awe of staying at the Jedi Temple, however, you've been there for a week now and you're growing restless.

You watch Qimir and other Jedi duel in the training area below. You're always in awe of how swift and quick he moves. Each block, dodge, and strike come so easily to him.

You prop your arm up on the parapet and rest your head in your hand. Your eyes are so focused on Qimir, you don't notice Orin coming up behind you until he pokes your side, causing you to yelp. The sound echoes through the dome, causing Qimir to look up. You scurry out of view as Orin's laugh echoes.

You slap his chest, "What is wrong with you, Or?!"

He smirks at you, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief, "You were so focused on your Jedi that you didn't even hear me call your name."

You look away from him and mumble, "He's not my Jedi."

"But you wish he was," he gives you a teasing poke again and you slap his hand away.

"Quit it."

Orin snorts and goes back to the parapet glancing down as Qimir duels another opponent. You join Orin's side and your eyes immediately go back to Qimir.

"I don't blame you for crushing on the Jedi. He's a good fighter." Orin nods to Qimir right as he disarms his opponent, his staff pointed at his fellow Jedi's face.

You shove at Orin as he laughs again, "Stop saying that!" The noise you make, smacking at Orin's arms, cause Qimir to get distracted. He looks up and sees you with Orin and, for some reason, a pit forms in his stomach.

Noticing his distracted state, Qimir's opponent takes his staff, drops down and swipes at his feet. Qimir falls to the ground with a thud, his opponent pointing his own staff back at him, a smirk on his lips.

You immediately turn back to Qimir and give him a sorry look and a small wave. He gives you a small embarrassed smile and waves back.

"I think that's enough for today," Master Eldric, one of the Jedis that runs the Temple. He looks at Qimir as his gets back to his feet, "Qimir, I'm sure you know better than to get distracted during a duel."

He gulps and nods in shame, "Yes, Master Eldric. Won't happen again."

He looks up at the parapet and watches as Orin leads you away, his hand on your lower back. The sight causing Qimir to clench his fists tight.

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At dinner, you and your family eat in silence. There isn't much to share with each other. All of your days have been the same. Wake up, eat, wander, eat, wander more, eat, sleep, then repeat.

"You've been spending more time with Orin, I hear," you father says as he shovels food into his mouth, the image of something very un-kingly.

You shrug, "I suppose. He's been checking on me a lot, your doing, I presume."

"Better him than that young Jedi."

You sigh, placing your utensils down, "Papa, as I've said before, Qimir and I are just friends. I-" you take a moment to let out a deep breath, "Even if I did have feelings for him, I know we can never be together. Jedis don't do attachments."

"And yet he'd been attached to your hip since the moment you met," your father retorts in disdain.

You start to feel pressure on your chest. Your heart pounding hard and you start to hyperventilate. You let out a shaky breath and push your plate away from you, "I'm finished. May I be excused?" you ask your mother.

Sensing your need to distance from your father, she nods, "You're excused."

"Thank you," you murmur and quickly exit the dining area.

You're swift to leave the area and head outside to a balcony. It's night time and the air is cool, but not uncomfortable. There's a slight breeze, but it's refreshing. You stare out to the mountains in the distance. The Jedi Temple hidden within them.

You close your eyes, listening to the trees swaying, the calls of the creatures within them. You take in the smell of the fresh air, inhaling through your nose, and exhaling through your mouth.

You continue this pattern until your pounding heart decreases to its usual beat. You're no longer struggling to breathe. You let out one more deep breath before opening your eyes.

You look up and stare at the stars, the moons of Netharos Prime full this night.

You hear someone clear their throat and you look over your shoulder, "Qimir," you say his name in a whisper.

"I didn't mean to disturb you," he slowly approaches you, "I was coming back from dinner and saw you here. Are you okay?"

You shrug, "As okay anyone can be after having their home attacked."

"You know that's what I meant, Princess."

You look away from him and back up at the stars, "Do you sometimes wish you can live a different life? One without the duties and responsibilities you have?"

"I haven't until recently," he rests his elbows on the parapet and stares up at the sky, "We should talk about that night."

"There isn't much to talk about. We almost kissed, not a big deal."

Qimir straightens up and looks at you, "It is a big deal, Y/N! I'm not supposed to form attachments! I've been training my whole life to be a Jedi and then-" he pauses, "-then I met you and, for the first time in my life, I didn't want to be a Jedi."

You look at Qimir, searching his eyes to see if there's a sliver of jesting. There isn't.

Qimir reaches up and cups your face with his hand. You slowly grip his arm ready to yank it away, "We can't, Qimir."

"I know," he murmurs, "But...just one kiss. Just-Just let me have this one kiss. So I can at least know how it feels to be close to you in that way."

You want to pull away. You should pull away. But you don't. Instead, you lean in closer. Your lips hovering over Qimir's, "Just one," you whisper and press your lips to his.

Qimir gently holds your face in his hands as he kisses you and you kiss him. Your mouths move together with passion and desperation. Your fingers dig into Qimir's arm as you try to ground yourself.

You've kissed people before, but none of those kisses could compare to this. There's passion, fire, desire, and yearning weaving around you and Qimir.

He doesn't want to pull away, but he does anyway. It physically pains him to as he gasps for air and creates distance between you two. His chest is heaving and his lips slightly puckered. You're in a similar state, except your eyes are wide.

You immediately push past him and rush down the hall, desperate to get as far away from Qimir as possible, leaving him a state of further confliction and frustration.

[garessta8]

Hot (lukewarm?) take: I feel like saying this "Void. Take. You." to Heinrix is really unfair to him. Just like making him choose between his duty to the Inqusition and his love for Rogue Trader in general.

Short version: this ranges between emotional manipulation and giving Heinrix impossible demands.

Long version:

Just think about it.

Here our sweet bun Heinrix put effort and time to arrange a date with you (the Rogue Trader insert in this case; the player AND the character; and also the reader of these words). He doesn't take you for granted, doesn't try to trick you, doesn't play games with you. He's just being nice, despite being in a generally bad mood lately for various reasons.

Even when you point the bad mood out, and what he worries about is that his moods have inconvenienced you!

And the reason for these moods... Is that he's afraid of the time when he will be forced to leave you. Because Heinrix is essentially a slave to the Inquisition. Hell, even if he wasn't in Inquisition's service, he'd be in service of someone or something else.

Even sanctioned psykers aren't left to just live their own lives in the Imperium. They are always in someone's service, except for some extremely (compared to the total amount of psykers) rare cases of psyker inquisitors, Rogue Traders and such.

Heinrix was a slave since he was discovered to be a psyker. He's only more a slave in the Inquisition, because the only way you leave it is in a coffin.

And of course, the entire "duty to the Imperium" and "you are a subhuman mutant" brainwashing Heinrix went through.

Considering this, blaming Heinrix for accepting his duty as something inescapable, inevitable and impossible (bad!) to fight against... is just cruel and unfair.

He doesn't choose between being with you forever and a well-paid white-collar job in the office.

In his mind, he chooses between being with you forever (in sin of heresy and abandonment of his duty; until an Inquisition-paid assassin kills him) and his holy duty to the Imperium (the only thing that can justify an existence like his in eyes of the Emperor).

It's a testament for how love-starved Heinrix is that he can choose the first option at all. (Oh, and it's a worthwhile to notice imo that he loves you dearly until the end of his life even if he chooses duty. Of course, the epilogue slide can be interpreted several ways, but seriously though... The ice scene plays almost the exact same way whether you "corrupt" Heinrix or not.)

Rogue Trader as a game is very generous with us players by letting us keep Heinrix as Master of Whispers without anybody killing him for heresy. (There are, of course, many reasons why this could be possible, starting with RT's influence, possible C'tan, Xavier being too dead to care and/or too in cohorts with RT to not spare an acolyte, other inquisitors not knowing about Heinrix, etc. etc. Still.)

[milksnake-tea]

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: after the dreammaster tells him the bad news, sunday is left alone with his thoughts and his work. ❀ ˎˊ- sunday character study ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 753 ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: major 2.2 spoilers, mental breakdowns/panic attacks, mentions of injuries and war ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: ive spoiled sunday too much it's time for him to suffer to keep equilibrium 🗿 anyways this isn't a reader insert but rather a character study (i was going to do an essay but this is more fun) so yippee enjoy <3 ❀ ˎˊ- img credits

Pen scratched against paper like nails on a chalkboard. The angel’s gloved hand gripped it with enough force to shatter a small bird’s neck, slashing signature after signature onto the pages upon pages of official paperwork, Penacony’s need and his shackles.

The paper could've been a death certificate and he would've signed it. His golden eyes scanned each page within seconds, forgetting its contents by the time he signed it and moved onto the next. There was only one thought on his mind - there was only room for one thought.

Robin- Robin, Robin, Robin. His mind was his worst enemy, conjuring horrific images of her fate.

Bloody- No, Mr. Wood said she was at a hospital now, so she should be fine- she should've been fine when he let her leave. There never should've been a gunman, never should've been a war, never should've been a damned bullet in her neck-

He should've never let her go- he should've convinced her to stay, there were many ways to be a singer without having to leave Penacony, the Internet didn't exist for no reason but she insisted, she wanted to go, she wanted to fly, she wanted to experience the world so why didn't she tell him that she was going into a warzone?

She should've told him- no, she must've known that he wouldn't have let her go, but what kind of older brother would let his kid sister go off into a battlefield? Especially since things like this would happen, and-

CRACK!

Sunday barely registered the ink running down his hand, staining it a deep, deep black. He saw the black seep into whatever paper he was working on. Somewhere in the back of his head, he cursed it, cursed that stupid pen, cursed himself for being careless, but again and again, those thoughts were washed out by his imagined image of his weakened and vulnerable sister barely hanging onto life as she breathed through a machine, light years away from home.

His chest hurt. Was he hyperventilating? Maybe. Probably. High-pitched ringing like a siren filled his ears - he couldn't even hear his own breath. Something pricked - no, stabbed, it hurt more than he'd initially thought - in his hand, likely his pen. Was he bleeding? He hoped not, but honestly, he couldn't care less right now. No matter how much pain he was in, it was nothing compared to the agony that Robin must be experiencing.

Mr. Gopher Wood’s words echoed in his mind.

Following the Odes of Harmony… that was what led Robin on that path. He understood her desires to help the weak, of course he did - he too wished to help humanity, who couldn't help themselves. But like this? By extending assistance to the pitiful and weak humanity, whose only goal was to survive, who would only take advantage of her kindness? By making herself a target?

If she'd told him, he could've secured help for the refugees, he could've put in a request to take them into Penacony, he could've done anything, anything that wouldn't have ended with a bullet in her neck. But no, she decided to lie to him and didn't even bother to tell him of her injury.

He blinked wearily. He could feel his eye bags weighing down on his face. Tiredly, he stared at the dried ink that ruined his hand and his paperwork.

Why didn't Xipe protect her? Wasn't Robin one of Their most devoted acolytes?

He took off the stained glove, absentmindedly checking his hand for injuries. His gaze wandered back to the ruined paperwork, his signature half-signed and broken right at the sharp N.

Weak. That's what the Harmony was.

He stood up. Carefully, he picked up the ruined paper, reading over its contents.

Insignificant.

Its sender wasn't exactly important, either - just another despicable dog of the IPC, and not even a high-ranked one. He could just say that he'd never received it in the first place, and no one would dare to question him.

Taking leisurely steps, casting tall shadows in his wake, he held the paper over one of the many candles that lined his office, and watched indifferently as it caught flame. Within seconds, the paper was charred black, and then mere embers.

Numbly, he turned back to his desk, clicking his tongue at the remaining ink, pooled around a shattered pen.

He should clean it up, shouldn't he. The faster he got his paperwork done, the sooner he could see Robin.

And maybe, just maybe, he could then convince her to stay.

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