you never saw your master's face, not once, during all the months of training. you think this is all a loyalty test. a way of having the upper hand. your master has his own reasons though.
-> helpless
you don't know why is qimir helping you so often, and neither does he
-> a new dawn, part one
-> a new dawn, part two
you're running from your master, who accused you of turning to the dark side, of failing, when suddenly you bump into a stranger who seems to know your past
-> kissing to escape
-> darkness within
balancing between the light and the dark is difficult. especially around qimir | nsfw
-> distractions
qimir doesn't like how distracted you are
-> qimir headcanons, swf and nsfw
-> aftermath
qimir has changed since he left the jedi order behind. since he left you behind. but little does he know, so did you.
-> mistakes of an apprentice
after you get heavily injured, you come to qimir, begging him not to tell your master. little do you know....
-> push and pull
why don't his bloodied hands on your body feel wrong? they should be. he should feel wrong, horrifying and evil. so why doesn't he?
her heavy breathing echoed throughout the cave, as she tried to calm her breath. warmness of qimir's body only reminded her further of how wrong this all was, how she shouldn't be here. on this planet, with him at all. she didn't even remember how exactly she ended up like this, under him, in his cot. they were fighting- or at least she wanted to think that they were. that she was, in fact, pushing him away.
now that she came down from the pleasure that he, as the first one in her life inflicted, doubts started tugging at her chest. the hands that were tangled in qimir's hair fell down her sides, and suddenly the cave's walls seemed very interesting. oh how she wished to be taken away by the cold waves that were heard outside, on the shore. away from him.
qimir's expression was unreadable, even when she reached into the force for help. without a word, he shifted off of her, putting his black trousers back on. his back was turned when he ran his hand through his disheleved locks, and her gaze involuntarily dropped to his scar. she winced slightly. she didn't notice it before.
as if he could feel her stare, qimir stood up, walking off in the direction of stacked crates in the corner of his makeshift house, not sparing a glance.
she propped herself up, looking for her top, spotting it thrown on the ground without care. she couldn't say she hadn't expected that, for him to just leave her as she was. the air around suddenly became cold, and she couldn't help but miss his warmth. she still felt a little sore, but she stood up, a little wobbly.
"where are you going?"
qimir's sudden question caught her off guard. when she looked up, he was gazing at her, his head tilted to the side. she didn't know what to say.
with no further explanation, qimir guided her to sit back down, searching for eye contact. but she was distant, constantly avoiding him. he didn't press firther. instead he gently brought the damp fabric he was holding to her skin, wiping away the evidence of their earlier indulgence.
she almost couldn't move, her bewildered gaze noticing the glass of water next to the bed, that he brought too. her brows were furrowed when he withdrew his hands. was this some form of manipulation? it had to be. he wouldn't just do that. she let her guard down before and she fought with herself not to make the same mistake again.
"why are you so surprised?"
his velvety voice cut through the cool air. there was a hint of something in it, that she couldn't quite catch.
silently, she put her clothes back on, not wanting to be so vulnerable. but she was transparent to him already, wasn't she?
"i..." she hesitated "...expected you to take what you wanted and and tell me to leave."
she admitted truthfully. on the contrary, something completely different happened.
there was a pause.
qimir wasn't one to mince words either, so he replied directly. the harshness in his tone was more of a habit than genuine hostility.
"is that what you think of me?"
the question seemed silly to her. of course she did. he was a sith. a merciless sith, that somehow...
for some reason spared her.
"i- i did think that."
yet she wasn't so certain anymore. his attentive caresses were screaming otherwise.
qimir looked at her curiously.
"if you have, why did you let me take you here?"
she opened her mouth, just to close it seconds later. she didn't know herself... there was something about him that lured her in, like a prey. something that made her give herself to him, even if it would be ar her own cost.
or maybe, it was the promises that he had made. ones of freedom and acceptance. something the jedi would never give her if they knew her views on the force. if they knew what grew deep below the surface, rooted in her body. something, that they have inflicted.
even when she almost didn't know him at all, she had a feeling that he would understand her.
"i wanted..." she trailed off. "i wanted closure."
but it wasn't the entire truth. submerging oneself in pleasure and vulnerability, was a forbidden fruit for the jedi, one that she was deprived of for her whole life. and qimir had offered it to her.
he sensed her hesitance, uncertainty, fear.
his knuckles brushed against her cheek, and he tilted her head to look at him, his gaze unwavering.
"what are you afraid of?"
she couldn't look away anymore. run, like she always did.
"our paths are different."
yet she wasn't so sure of it anymore- it sounded like a reminder, but not for him. for herself.
a hint of a smirk tugged at qimir's lips.
"are they?" he questioned. "we are both doomed."
he pointed out, his hand idly tracing her jawline.
everything about him, his voice, his soft skin, and warm brown eyes, made her lean into his touch.
then a bitter thought appeared in her head.
"is this your way of ensuring i won't betray you?"
he let out a chuckle, at the remains of her self-restraint.
"i don't think i have to worry about that."
and he was right. with what he had shown her, what he made her feel...
"no." her answer came quick both because it was true, but also out of...fear. what would he do if she chose to leave?
he hummed in satisfaction. his thumb carresed her lower lip, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she can taste the blood on his hands. same hands that he used to make her see the force itself.
"you kill with such ease." the words that gnawed at her throat, finally left her lips. she stilled after she realised what she just said. that was a wrong move.
but qimir didn't seem affected.
"you knew that before you came to me. have you forgotten who i am?"
she looked down. she wanted to. there was so much contrast within him. how cruel he could be, and how tenderly he chose to treat her.
"no."
her reply came, same as before.
"then why question me now?"
her gaze involuntarily dropped to his full lips when he spoke. she couldn't escape him. and what was worse, she couldn't escape herself.
a smirk appeared on qimir's face when he noticed her looking at his mouth. without a word, he used his hand under her chin to pull her close.
"that's what i thought."
he sounded pleased as he pressed his lips against hers again. and same as before, she didn't pull away. he had her wrapped around his finger.
his first kiss was gentle, just like his demeanor towards her, attentive and careful. so much so it solved, at least temporarily, her inner turmoil. and once she let him do more, parted her lips, he used it, as if he was just waiting for her to give in. his hand moved from it's place under her chin to her neck, firmly enough to keep her in place, but not to make her struggle for breath. not yet, at least.
he urged her backwards, back onto the blankets, his movements decisive, and he followed behind, hoovering over her.
she wasn't dumb, knowing where this would lead. she gathered all of her will to pull away.
"qimir-" her breath was short. "we just-"
she was cut short, by his lips pressing fleetingly to hers, before descending to kiss her throat.
"you can handle it." he hummed against her skin, and she believed him.
satisfied, he let his hand trail down her body, enjoying the softness of her skin, before dipping between her legs.
she couldn't help but press her thighs together, still sensitive from earlier, and he smiled against her. he planted wet kisses on his collarbone and chest. as if trying to prove something to her, he used his knee to separate her legs.
it wasn't long before he left her trembling in his arms again. her eyes were watery from the intensity of the moment.
qimir looked down at her, taking in the sight of her dishelved form. he felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing how far he could push her. he gently brushed away a strand of hair that fell across her face, his touch surprisingly tender.
"alright?"
she nodded, but the same doubts as before gnawed at the pit of her stomach, replacing the warm, fuzzy feeling.
qimir didn't seem to notice, and even if he did, he didn't mention it.
she stayed still, with his arm around her waist. she felt dirty in a sense- there was no going back now. the jedi wouldn't take her in, wouldn't forgive her what she let herself do and feel.
she couldn't look back anymore.
being raised in the temple meant never changing your beliefs nor trust.
and now?
qimir's breathing became even after a long while that felt like hours.
she was the one fearing being left alone before, but the roles have changed now- holding her breath, she sneaked out of his embrace, desperately needing air, that isn't filled with his presence.
her ship was wrecked. she couldn't go there. but surely, surely if she focused, she could take qimir's. it wouldn't be difficult to just break in there...
leaving him for dead on this forsaken planet.
she should've done so. for all the jedi he had killed, for all the damage he has done-
yet she couldn't make herself to do so. his dark mesmerising eyes, and bloody hands that he commited so much evil with, were engraved in her mind, not letting her take another step.
or maybe it was qimir himself, who's presence appeared behind her.
of course he'd find her. she swallowed, and forced herself to sound firm.
"am i not allowed to leave?"
she swore she could see him tilt his head stupidly-
"leave or run?" he sounded calm, despite probably knowing her intentions.
she clenched her fists, cursing him.
"i needed to clear my head."
he crossed his arms. stubborn as ever, yet he could see through her. so much anger, disappointment with the order. just like his younger self...
"clear your head from what? from me?"
"maybe." she huffed, finally facing him. "you're in there too often." he could, and have, in fact, get into her head- during fighting and...not only that, seemingly.
qimir didn't deny it. she was intriguing, from the moment they fought for the first time in the ruined temple. her suppressed emotions, that spilled, when she almost buried him alive.
"yet you let me inside of more than just your head."
he remarked.
she tensed. oh, yes, she has, twice today already.
amusement flickered in qimir's eyes, and he moved closer, predator-like.
"and you enjoyed it." his voice was slow and deliberate, making sure she heard every sylabe.
she couldn't even deny that, the noises she made, and pleas she whispered, testifying against her. she took in a breath.
"your point?"
qimir took in her angry, helpless form. she had the resilience of a jedi, that was for sure. but it was only a matter of time until he breaks it down.
"my point is, you want me. you enjoy being with me. why try to run?"
there it was. the confrontation she wanted to avoid throughout all her years of being a jedi. she was raised to be pure, perfect and unwavering. but she wasn't. there must be something wrong with her, right?
she didn't feel like there was in his presence. she felt as if she found one of her own. but still...
"im not used to..." she gestured between them. "this."
qimir's eyes continued to study her, his gaze never leaving her face. he could sense her uneasiness, her uncertainty, practically taste her internal battle- the struggle between her jedi past, and the newfound emotions.
"to what? being desired? being wanted?"
her mouth went dry as he openly admitted that he desired her. this couldn't possibly be wrong, by how it made her feel.
"no need to be afraid. you're not with the order anymore. you're with me."
qimir's voice was laced with honey and as persuasive as ever. how could she say no to these chocolate eyes? how could he be bad, when he made her feel so good?
cold and warm tides in the ocean mixed together, creating waves that crashed onto the shore. waves that over time carved the rocks, that were able to make them fall.
the ask -> hey there! could i request a fic...you're badly hurt and qimir in disguise finds you. as injured as you are you just beg him not to tell your master, fearful of what he will do to such a weak pupil. qimir corrects your assumptions.
content warnings -> description of injuries, canon typical violence
it was almost impossible to stay out of sight on nar shaddaa. especially while leaving a trail of blood after every step. the only thing she could use to hide were the narrow alleys across the city, and even they weren't nearly as empty as they should be.
staying focused was difficult, when the reminder of her failure made walking difficult. there wouldn't be an issue if the guards were equipped with blasters only. instead, they carried fucking swords, and the one she was ordered to kill wielded a lightsaber, probably bought on the black market. of course, they weren't a match for her, but she heavily underestimated the seriousness of the situation. and now she paid the price- a cut in the side of her stomach, too deep for her liking.
she cursed under her breath. she was a sith. or, at least she tried to be one. with her potential, even a dozen of armed men shouldn't be an obstacle.
a cough escaped her throat, and she shivered. she could barely walk, and if her master found out just how weak she was... he trained her to defend herself. to attack. to kill. he can't see that she won, but barely.
yet, he probably will. one way or another. qimir might pass on what he was about to see- her vulnerable, wounded state. still, she prayed that he wouldn't.
it took her a few more turns and a worrying amount of effort to get to the ship. it stood in a very old, suspiciously looking dock, but she didn't bother with finding a more dignified place. it was supposed to be an "in-and-out" job.
first thing she was greeted with was qimir rushing to her side.
"finally!" he voiced in an accusing tone. "did you have fun? you know, i waited here for hours...and worried." he sent her a cheeky smile.
as much as his banter might have been funny at times, this was definitely not one of them. and he seemed to realise that rather quickly.
"are you...okay?"
she shut her eyes tightly and exhaled. her side burned like fire, and she was exhausted.
"it's just a- scratch." her voice was strained, and in opposition to her own words, her knees almost gave out.
qimir was quick to catch her. his brows furrowed, as he tried to hold her up. his usual, clumsy demeanor was replaced by seriousness.
"you're hurt." he stated, seating her down on the ground, and leaning her back on the wall. "where?"
he tried to uncover her cloak, but she grabbed his wrist instantly, stopping him in place.
"qimir." his name fell out of her lips, sounding like a plea. "don't tell my master. you hear me?"
he tilted his head in confusion.
"please. please! he will think i'm weak. it doesn't matter i killed that man. that i killed- i killed them all." her voice wavered. "all he will see is that i got injured- badly injured. he trained me so i would be able to handle myself, but turns out i- i can't."
the dock they were in was empty, and she thanked the maker for that. she thanked the maker for the shadows that hopefully covered her teary eyes.
if her master decided she is, in fact, too weak, he'd disown her, in the best case scenario. she'd never see qimir again.
or he'd kill her.
both of these options weighted heavy on her shoulders. she couldn't even bring herself to look at qimir.
he called out her name quietly, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"we need to take care of this. now." he urged, yanking his wrist away from her grasp.
"qimir, please." she uttered, desperate, exhausted and in pain. "he'll throw me away."
qimir froze, clenching his jaw. did she really think he'd get rid of her, just like that? today was the first solo mission he assigned her with, and force, she completed it! he knew he wasn't the one to show affection whilst underneath the mask- but he tried to make up for it when he was just qimir. when he was her guide and supplier. he wanted to make up for that.
but of course, she had no clue.
and now, she was in front of him, wounded and barely conscious.
he needed to make her understand.
"take that cloak off. i'm not asking." qimir said firmly, as he usually would during training.
her eyes widened at the sudden change of attitude. his voice sounded different from how it usually was. there was something behind it- something she couldn't quite place.
yet she obliged, shrugging the fabric off of her shoulders, wincing. she revealed the injury, shifting a little to the side. her robes were already damp and colored with dark crimson.
qimir didn't say a word, and his expression was unreadable, yet laced with worry. he seemed to be contemplating something.
"stay still." he commanded quietly.
he moved one of his hands to rest atop of her wound.
"what are you doing-?" she hissed. the pain certainly didn't get any better from the pressure.
once again, he remained silent. he focused, steadying his breath, and letting his energy flow through his extended arm.
she felt the burn dissolving, and she wondered if qimir finally used his potion-making skills...
"what are you do-" she started, but he cut her off.
"there."
what has he done? she peered down carefully, expecting to see the injury but-
there was nothing there. her skin was untouched.
in one terrifying second, she had realised that qimir had healed her. force-healed her.
it could mean only one thing, and the thought alone made her stomach twist in fear.
"master." was all she could utter.
qimir gaze was different now. his force signature shifted to a dark and heavy, familiar one.
"you did well today, acolyte."
he said calmly, as if nothing happened.
"master- i-i'm so sorry-" uncertainty gnawed at her. what could all of this mean for her? for them?
"you should rest." qimir's voice was gentle, so different from what he sounded like from under the mask.
as he stood up, he extended his hand towards her.
she stared at it dumbly for a moment, then hesitantly let him pull her up, to his side.
summary -> qimir has changed since he left the jedi order behind. since he left you behind. but little does he know, so did you.
content warnings -> canon typical violence, near death experiences, angst with a happy ending
no use of y/n. she/her pronouns
the ask -> helloooo! I like to request where qimir x reader were close when they were padawans. but one night they have a pretty bad argument that doesn’t end on a good note. it became messy when qimir left without telling her & he thought she hated him (based of the argument). they meet again but in a fight where she's badly injured by him (accidentally). angst angst angst please but happy ending please. thank youuu in advance ! 💗
"you can't just leave the order!"
she whispered harshly, gripping his arm. she wanted to yell, but the temple garden's weren't exactly the ideal location to do so.
how could he just go away like that? how could he leave her?
"this isn't my path. i'm made for more."
qimir's voice was firm. he had set his mind, and although he was sure he'll miss her, he had to go. he knew that jedi wouldn't approve of his views on the force- he also knew that she shared them with him, but for some reason refused to join his escape.
"i know you are." her voice was pleading, and her hand moved from his forearm to hold his hand. "but this is reckless!"
qimir's gaze fell to their joined hands, and he squeezed them.
"i told you, you can come with me."
"i can't- I can't leave my master, my friends-"
"but you can leave me?" his voice came out harsh, frustration hiding the hurt. he slipped his hand away.
"you're the one leaving!" she snapped, poking his chest.
if it hurt him, he didn't show it. he didn't understand. how could she be so naive? she wasn't free- they weren't free. and they could be, only if she dared to see beyond the jedi teachings.
he had to show her how serious he was about his decision. he grabbed his lightsaber and in an instant cut off his padawan braid. it fell to the ground.
her eyes widened, and she let out a surprised gasp. the braid was supposed to be cut by one's master, during knighting- the most sacred jedi ritual. even if he wanted to, there was no turning back now. and she couldn't do the same. it wasn't right.
"oh, qimir what have you done..." she reached to touch his cheek, but he backed away, stopping her wrist.
"you made your choice."
his voice was cold. he had to forget about her now, didn't he? leave this life behind, leave the order, and leave her.
qimir turned away abruptly, without a single look back.
he left her alone among the neatly trimmed bushes. the temple was silent.
she tried to stop the tears from falling down her cheeks when qimir's figure disappeared from her sight. did she really mean so little to him?
she forced herself to take a slow breath.
this wasn't the jedi way. whatever was it that they had was doomed since it's beginning.
they had both chosen their paths.
she moved swiftly through the narrow hallway, clutching the map in her hand. her breath was shallow. she managed to get rid of all the guard droids, at least that she knew of- which wasn't easy given they were made by the sith. she grimaced at that automatically. her old master definitely wouldn't approve of what she just did. but there it was- her old master. she didn't have a master anymore. she wasn't a padawan.
but she wasn't a jedi knight either.
neither was qimir.
jedi don't steal sith artefacts, do they?
she didn't want to run into any more of the droids again, and so she slowed her pace a little, tapping into the force, extending her senses into the maze of the ancient build. she relaxed a little when she felt small animals in the dark corners, moss, and the exit just nearby- the safety of her ship awaiting.
she was about to resume her journey, when suddenly a dark, threatening presence entered through the half broken gate.
the raw power in their force signature made her shudder. whoever it was, they must have sensed her too. she shoved the map into a secure pocket, drawing her lightsaber, and pulling her hood and mask to cover up her lips and her nose. they were a force user, and she couldn't risk getting recognised.
and then he showed up. she didn't even have time to process what was going on, when a red blade flashed between her eyes.
a red blade.
she backed away quickly, deflecting his strike, trying to assess her position. the stranger was wearing a helmet, concealing his identity, but she sensed something familiar. could that be a jedi? she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
and she didn't have the luxury of contemplating, as another blow almost cut her hand off. he was strong. strong and fast. as they fought she realised that he isn't using a particular combat form- he was unpredictable and aggressive.
that's what gave him the upper hand. he moved his forearm forward, and her blade suddenly broke in front of her eyes. was he wearing...cortosis?
she tried to dodge his blows desperately, and while moving that violently, her mask slipped down to her neck.
then his lightsaber pierced her stomach. a sharp pain striked through her body, and she let out a cry.
but as quick as it came, he withdrew it immediately. there was a change in the air- as if someone flicked a switch.
she fell to her knees in shock, clutching her wound.
the stranger fell to his knees as quick as she did.
took off his helmet in seconds, only to reveal a pained, guilty expression in his dark brown eyes-
"qimir."
she whispered, not believing her eyes. he was alive. alive and seemingly well- surely better than her at least. a bitter feeling tugged at her heart in realisation that he'd be the one to kill her.
"did you find what you were looking for?"
she asked, wincing in pain.
he didn't answer.
"the map is in my pocket."
she choked out. even after he doomed her fate, she couldn't bring herself to hate him. the same way she couldn't do that when he left. coughing, she tipped forward, ready to hit the hard ground, but instead, she landed in his extended arms.
"breathe."
was the first word qimir said to her, his voice strained.
she listened. it wasn't like she had much choice.
qimir furrowed his brows, focusing on her. he couldn't allow her to go. not here. not like this. he still hadn't tell her so many things...
he gently lifted her arms off of the wound that he inflicted, and placed his palm over it.
qimir took in a slow breath, trying to ignore her ragged breath and shaky hands.
ignore her scared gaze.
then he ehxaled, transferring his energy into her body. the gaping hole in her stomach gradually disappeared, leaving only burnt cloth behind.
she looked down at her stomach surprised. she was sure he's going to cut her suffering but-
"i'm sorry."
qimir whispered. he felt so guilty that he didn't recognise her. that he hurt her. more than once. after all that time...her force signature was completely different.
so was his.
"don't leave me here."
she spoke before she could stop herself. she tried not to think about of how pathetic she sounded.
but maybe qimir didn't want an intertwined future now. maybe he still thought of her as a lost cause.
"forgive me."
he pressed his lips gently against her temple, whispering words of apology.
a/n: i got a few requests with prompts that would fit well together and that's how i ended up here
her breath was ragged when she deflected his blows and punches. his crimson blade cut swiftly through the humid air of the island, leaving her on defense.
"focus."
qimir said sharply, changing his angle. her distraction was betrayed by her sloppy moves, and eyes darting around.
he was never easy on her, nor would he be this time.
she rose her blade, desperately aiming for his chest. but before she could do anything, he grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her. her lightsaber fell out of her hand.
she let out a scream, biting her lip to distract herself from the pain. her knees hit the rocky ground, and her master's lightsaber hoovered way too close to her neck.
qimir stood behind her, holding her in place. he clicked his tongue.
"you disappoint me, acolyte."
she swallowed. she wasn't used to how his voice sounded yet. it had been a few days since he finally revealed his face. he gave her a task then. she went alone and completed what he asked for, but paid a price- a fatal injury. if it wasn't for qimir that was waiting for her on the ship, she would've been dead. he healed her wounds. that's how she found out. but ever since he did so, all she could think about during training was how good he looked, the memory of his hands on her skid very vivid. she thought that of qimir before too, but now with his hair slicked back and arms on display... she tried, really tried to push away the ill thoughts of her master, but he wasn't making it easy for her either. as if he was doing it on purpose.
"forgive me, master, I-" he cut her off by pushing her hand further against her back. she bit back a whimper.
"oh, don't apologise to me." he pushed her arm harder against her back, and she bit back a whimper.
then, suddenly he let her go. she composed herself quickly, standing up and turning around to face him. she swallowed. the feeling of his hand gripping her wrist lingered for longer than it should've.
"will you tell me what's going with you? or do i have to find out myself?" he inquired.
she kept her mouth shut, trying to control every movement, every breath she took in. she fought not to back away when her master took a step closer, tilting his head. his eyes locked with hers.
qimir smirked seeing her flushed cheeks. he always pushed her to her limits, and this was no exception. he leaned down, close enough to feel her uneven breath on his skin.
she didn't even feel her sore muscles when his lips ghosted over hers, and for a split second a strange amount on hope buzzed in her stomach.
then he pulled away, and she unintentionally chased his lips. when she realised what she was doing, embarrassment weighted down on her, and she looked down, shifting nervously.
"i-i'm sorry, master i-"
qimir smirked. his hand came to lift her chin up.
"hmm, there it is. i was the reason for your distraction?"
she couldn't look or step away even if she wanted. qimir's gaze was keeping her in place. she wasn't sure how to even answer him.
"i'll do better."
he scoffed.
"i'm sure you will." he said calmly, letting go of her. immediately as he did so, her eyes dropped to the ground again. he raised his eyebrow.
"if you want something, then ask for it."
her throat went dry. what was he talking about...? she wanted him to do many things, ones that she'd never say out loud. but qimir didn't like to repeat himself. she knew that. if she stayed silent, he'd walk away. never mention the topic again. but if she didn't...
she exhaled shakily.
"i want you." the words came out of her mouth before she could realise what she was saying.
silence hung between them, interrupted by the wind hitting the tall rocks, and waves crashing on the shore.
"please...master." she added quietly, not being able to bear the silence.
qimir seemed pleased.
"since you asked so nicely..." he murmured. his eyes were dark, and his hands rested on her lower back as he pulled her close.
despite the cold breeze, she felt so warm when his lips finally pressed against hers. she imagined that many times before, what would he feel like, what would be the sensation of his skin under her palms. she parted her lips slightly, wanting to stay like that-
but he pulled away as quickly as he leaned in, an amused glint in his eyes.
"we should head back." he pointed out.
she could swear she never walked as fast in her entire life.
qimir followed close behind, his eyes looking her up and down.
as soon as she stepped inside the cave, she was back in his arms. the stone wall behind her was a contrast to the heat radiating from his body. hands on her hips kept her firmly in place, right where he wanted her.
qimir's lips detached from hers, traveling down her neck. he enjoyed how reactive she was. every kiss, every bite and squeeze was making her whimper.
"when was the last time someone fucked you, hm?" he questioned, right into her ear.
she shivered, and shook her head.
no one, since she became his apprentice. first of all, not having time nor space, and second, being qimir himself.
"don't worry." his raspy voice echoed in her head. "i'll make you feel good."
oh she didn't doubt that. her master was percise and deliberate in every task he took upon himself.
the force buzzed around them, and she gave herself in.
alarm bells rang in her head. this was wrong. qimir was her master. whatever that was about to happes would complicate things further. what would mae think if she found out that they-
"you're distracted again." he stated in a displeased tone. he wasn't having any of that. if she was with him, the only thing on her mind should be how good he makes her feel. he will make sure of that.
"i-i apologise, master- oh."
qimir cut her off with his hand sneaking under her tunic, traveling down her belly and past the waistband of her trousers. as much as he wanted to hide it, he was desperate as well. his breath was hot on her neck, making her shudder.
she gasped when he pushed her underwear to the side.
"master..."
a weak plea escaped her throat.
"just focus on me, acolyte. it seems like we could turn this into a lesson..."
hiiii! i absolutely love your imagines of Qimir! could I request a fic where you ask him to pretend to be ur boyfriend because there's some sketchy people following you?
kissing to escape with qimir
content warnings -> none
a/n: first of all thank you!! second of all, HELP THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TROPE how did you know...
"qimir!"
she tugged at his sleeve urgently, visibly uncomfortable. she could sense that they were being followed, and even with her force and combat abilities, she didn't think she could just take down twenty men. armed men. in a busy market. well, she might have or might have not just killed a syndicate member, but... well she was tasked with it by her master- whom the pyke wronged.
"i know!"
qimir jabbered, pulling her further into the crowd. but there was no use- the chase was only getting closer and closer.
she wasn't keen on dying, or getting captured. her master wouldn't be so pleased to find her locked in a cell- and besides- she definitely didn't want qimir to get hurt. she scanned the surroundings, looking for a way out, or at least a hiding spot.
"you were in that business not too long ago! think of something, for force's sake!"
she nudged his arm, feeling more surrounded every minute.
"well, i wasn't assassinating pykes! just smuggling weapons!"
qimir huffed, then suddenly lowered his head to not get recognised by one of the guards.
and that gave her an idea... a very desperate one, but they might have just needed desperate measures.
"follow me!"
she urged, yanking him towards a busy alley. the sky was darkening, casting shadows on the narrow area, and that was exactly what she needed.
"hey! what are you-"
qimir protested as she backed up behind stacked crates and pulled him with her, but closed his mouth immediately as he saw just how close they were.
the silence hung heavy in the air, and the angry voices of the guards were heard closer to their location. they needed to hide. now.
"qimir."
she muttered, catching his attention. her hands came up behind his neck, pulling his cloak completely over his head. his eyes darkened, as if he was completely focused.
"kiss me."
these words barely made it through her throat. this could go wrong in so many ways. first of all, they could get caught. second of all, it might ruin the friendship that just started to bloom between them, or qimir might not even comply and-
but her thoughts were completely silenced when suddenly his lips were on hers. she was so surprised that he actually kissed her, that she didn't move and inch. the guards were rummaging through the crowd just inches away from them, and only that made her fist his shirt and pull him closer.
his cloak hid them both well, and they were left unnoticed. qimir was oh so well aware of that, but with how she kissed him he didn't want to pull away either.
her senses were completely dulled for the short moments of closeness. she didn't hear where the enemy went, and frankly, she didn't even care. she never thought about qimir in that way but... there was something about how he held her that she didn't want to let go.
it was him who broke the kiss. his intense gaze and parted lips only made her breath quicken.
"they're gone."
qimir reminded, speaking in a hushed voice.
"yeah- yeah, we should go-"
she replied breathlessly, quickly turning away from him and making her way through the alley. qimir followed her closely, his arm occasionally brushing against hers.
she didn't know where all of this would lead, but as long as he was by her side, she wouldn't complain.
summary -> balancing between the light and the dark is difficult. especially around qimir
content warnings -> nsfw but nothing graphic, inappropriate use of the force??, choking, the author is troubled
no use of y/n, she/her pronouns
a/n : i got carried away
the relationship between them was nothing more than simply the master, and the apprentice. every morning they would train- qimir's crimson blade colliding with her two ones swiftly.
qimir taught her how to tune in with the force. how to bend it to her will. how to use it against someone.
but there was something more. a bond- both of them felt it. a need for closure. and there it was- small touches and careless brushes during training. their knees touching while sitting next to each other.
but nothing more than that. they couldn't be more- she saw him murder her fellow jedi. and even though she was no longer one, the dark side still felt distant. overwhelming.
scary.
until one evening.
she didn't know how it happened- in one moment qimir was holding her hand, showing the flow of the force, how it filled every being. she felt howbit buzzed within him. and the next thing she knew was his robe on the floor, and her's halfway undone. his lips. his hand dangerously close to where she needed him the most.
and then his broad shoulders as she was lying under him, panting. his gentle touches on her torso. how he made her see the stars. raw emotion. qimir made her experience the dark side.
but the come down was quick and harsh.
"this was a mistake."
she was sitting on his cot, back turned to him, still naked. she fiddled with her top, holding it between her finders.
"okay."
was all qimir said. no questions, no pressure, no commitment.
they didn't speak about it again.
yet the lingering glances and unnecessary touches stayed. gentle words of praise when she did good during training. soft caresses when he treated her injuries, so different from his rough and seemingly cruel exterior. qimir made it hard to believe that he was the same person as the murderous masked stranger.
she needed to remind herself of who he was- but as the time passed, it bothered her less and less- because she had realised that he wasn't controlled by the dark side. it was the dark side that was controlled by him. his actions had reasons. whether what he did was horrible or the exact opposite, she could always understand why.
"i'm sorry."
qimir said, looking up at her. his palm was resting on her thigh, as he healed the cut that he caused. not on purpose of course, he would never, but during sparring it wasn't rare that one of them accidently hurt another.
he didn't have to apologise. yet he did.
the pain dissolved quickly, but qimir's hand stayed in it's place on her leg. for reasons unknown to her, she enjoyed his warmth. and when he finally started to withdraw, before she could think about it, she grabbed his wrist, holding it in place.
this was the opposite on what they agreed on, but qimir didn't seem to mind at all. he contained the smirk, but his eyes gave away smugness.
"hmm. i think it's healed now. you don't have to worry."
he said casually. he could see her chest heaving, and feel the warmth of her cheeks. he caressed the inside of her thigh with his thumb.
"qimir."
she didn't mean for her voice to sound so desperate, pleading almost. but there she was- first to break a promise she made. it was impossible not to, when it came to him. qimir was where her self restraint broke.
after a moment, he took his hand away and stood up.
"you should rest."
he turned around, heading towards a pot, to prepare a meal. he always did that- and always shared it with her.
before she realised, she was on her feet, reaching for his hand.
qimir turned around, giving her a curious look. there was a pause.
"i thought we were a mistake."
he stated. something about the way he said it, made her feel uneasy, guilty, almost.
"you promised to teach me about the dark side."
she reminded. it was the truth- he did, but there was a certain point she didn't allow herself to cross. until now.
"i did."
he held her hand.
"do so then."
her voice came out a little shaky. her breaths short and shallow. the first time with him was so unexpected that everything she remembered was blurry. but it wouldn't be the case now.
he reached for her other hand. his gaze seemed uncertain- she could tell there was something on his mind, yet he held back.
"are you sure?"
qimir questioned, pulling her a little closer.
she almost forgot to answer, mesmerised by how his lips moved. she wondered how would they feel on-
qimir called out her name, chuckling lightly.
"yeah-"
she barely had time to finish her sentence, when his lips landed on hers. desperate. they were just like she remembered. she looped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
"take it off."
she managed to utter between kisses, tugging at his robe. qimir happily obliged.
she had seen him shirtless on many occasions, as he really did indulge in swimming, apparently. and somehow, he always appeared in her line of sight while being just out of the water.
but this felt different. it was different.
this time around, his touches seemed calculated and percise. his demeanor more like the one that he displayed during training. demanding and controlling.
"sit."
he gestured towards his cot. again, like during training he was giving her clear instructions. and so she followed.
"take your clothes off."
despite it all, his voice sounded gentle. like he always was with her.
his dark blown eyes roaming over her body made her feel transparent, to the point that there was no difference when she pulled off her shirt, followed by her trousers.
qimir seemed pleased.
he kneeled down in front of her- just like before while healing her wound. this time he placed both of his hands on her thighs.
he pushed her legs apart, and she inhaled sharply, when he trailed kisses upwards.
in no time she was gasping his name and tugging at his hair. her thighs closed involuntarily, but he held her in place firmly, squeezing her flesh as a warning.
he knew where and how to touch her. one flick of his tongue and she squeezed her eyes shut, was completely consumed by lust and desire, by want, balancing dangerously on the edge- like prior, when she didn't fully give in.
but he didn't seem to be stopping any time soon. her legs trembled slightly and she called out his name weakly, overstimulated.
but instead of a response, appeared an invisible pressure on her neck, immediately making her mouth close. he didn't even lift up his head, nor his hand, he just-
she couldn't help but moan when he gave her throat a squeeze. testing the waters, checking how far he can push her. he always did so. for a moment qimir held her there firmly, then finally, finally retreated, gazing over her disheveled form, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"hmm."
he didn't even touch her- a swing of his wrist and she was lying flat on her back. he climbed on the bed, settling in between her legs.
she never experienced the force in that way- it felt like fire, running through her veins and burning everything on its way. she had never allowed herself to experience that- pain and pleasure simultaneously.
"can you feel it?"
qimir's voice was low. he traced his hand up her body, resting it in between her breasts. he pressed, energy flowing between their bodies.
she gasped. it burned, burned to the point she was sure his palm will leave a red mark on her skin. and yet when he withdrew it, she yearned for more. he smirked.
"you can. good. stay just like that."
he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss, that she reciprocated in an instant. her entire body was on fire.
her legs locked around his waist, wanting more. he obliged.
she surrendered herself to him. lost in his touch, she welcomed his hand wrapping around her neck, physically this time. his kisses and bites.
she welcomed his rough movements, whispers in her ear. she welcomed the darkness. desire, anger, lust, bottomless want.
her nails scraped his back when she came. his grip on her hips surely left marks, too.
panting and in haze, she accepted what she was made for. now, she understood. the power, the freedom. pain and pleasure.
him.
now she knew what he meant when he spoke about the power of two.
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summary -> after qimir saves your from death by the hand of the jedi, you follow him to his ship. but that doesn't mean you trust him- there's too much you don't know- yet.
a/n: got many (haha manny) requests to do a part two, so i deliver🫡
the quiet hum of the hyperspace filled the cockpit.
"you're a sith."
she stated, breaking the silence.
on the other side of the commlink, qimir scoffed.
"that's what a jedi like you would call me, yes."
she clenched her fists, remembering the events from just minutes ago.
"i'm no jedi." the words came out harsh, almost disgusted. the same way they treated her. "not anymore."
qimir smirked to himself. he sensed the raw emotions within her, and could easily bend her to his will. make her powerful.
"good." he responded.
the rest of the journey passed in silence. the whole ordeal was odd enough that she didn't know where- or when- to ask about his past. what was he, exactly? he saved her- something unlikely for a sith. and his eyes weren't... she sensed he wasn't consumed by darkness entirely- it was within him, but he was the one in control. it intrigued her.
sometime after, the exhaustion got the best of her, and she closed her eyes.
"we're here."
the simple sentence woke her up from a nap, and she realised they had exited the hyperspace. before her, appeared a blue planet, majority of it covered by the ocean. she forrowed her brows. she didn't recognise the planet, even though she was taught about the whole habitable galaxy in the temple.
"where are we?"
qimir steered the ship down, into the atmosphere.
"somewhere the jedi won't find us."
he replied, vaguely. every single thing he said so far was vague. and she was determined to change that, because after all, she allowed a complete stranger, a sith, to fly her out to a remote location.
her gaze scanned the surroundings, stopping on a lonely rocky island. was that...where he lived? on a rock? he set the ship down on a comfortably flat set of stones.
she focused, and reached into the force trying to sense any potential danger.
"you done?"
he asked, already out of the ship.
so he could feel her in the force. too easily for her liking.
soon she was standing next to him.
"follow me."
she did, her every step careful. soon enough they were on the island and her weary gaze watched his back- why would he put himself in such a vulnerable position...? something shimmered under the surface- she knew he was planing something, but the realisation hit too late.
his crimson blade raised to strike, his face covered by the helmet she didn't notice he was carrying.
she cursed under her breath. of course- why did she trust him? she should have known better, maybe she should have surrendered herself to the jedi-
but 'what if's' weren't the priority right now. she raised her saber to defend herself. he pressed, and her arms hurt. he was too strong.
blow after blow, she realised she didn't stand a chance, and when he used the force to push her back, sending her flat on the rocks, she knew it was over.
his lightsaber pointed inches away from her heaving chest.
qimir tilted his head.
"you fight like a jedi." he scoffed. "you're predictable. weak. pathetic."
"maybe that's why you were always alone. why they threw you away. why she threw you away..."
that hit a nerve.
she jumped off of the ground with a scream, calling her lightsaber, and moving to offense immediately. she kicked his stomach. went for his arms- she missed, obviously, but she was a better match now.
a few blurred moments passed, and she found herself pressed against a rock, with his lightsaber near her throat.
he betrayed her. like the jedi. she wanted to kick him, hurt him, kill him-
"hmm. that's better." qimir's modulated voice echoed on the shore. after a moment, he withdrew his saber, putting it back on his belt.
he took off his helmet.
she was ready to fight back again, but something was stopping her.
"did you think I was going to kill you?" he mocked. "and what would that be good for?"
"well, you attacked me!" she snapped.
qimir's demeanor was calm and collected.
"you have potential. you should be trained."
"by you?" she huffed.
he looked at her for a moment.
"i can teach you what the jedi couldn't. have you seen yourself?" he gestured to the lightsaber she was still holding up. "how much better you were when you let your fear, your anger lead you?"
she hesitated. qimir wasn't wrong- her movements were significantly faster and more percise than usual.
"what is it that you want from me? why did you save me?"
she asked, weary.
qimir was silent for a second. when he heard his old master's name from the jedi that tried to kill her- he just couldn't, couldn't let that happend. not the way it happened to him.
"i want the power of two."
came the answer.
a power of two?
she didn't know what he referred to, but something in his voice was so persuasive. and it wasn't like she had any other options anyways.
he seemed to notice that she was giving in.
"come with me."
qimir turned around, and pressed forward as if nothing happened. she jogged to keep up, this time walking by his side. soon, they were standing in front of a...cave?
"you live in a cave?" she asked, assessing it skeptically.
she thought she saw him roll his eyes, but the strands falling over his face made it difficult to tell.
"come inside."
he tilted his head towards the entrance, and stepped in.
she entered after, and realised it was perfectly terraformed into a hideout, a house even. a bed, a table, storage crates, even a pool? she supposed it was the natural forming of the island.
but she still wasn't convinced. everything in her screamed this is wrong, they way the jedi made her think. her carefully built up walls were slowly breaking down, the more time she spent with him.
qimir was so alluring.
and he was well aware of that.
"as you experienced before..." his voice was lower, every word spoken carefully. "below the surface of consciousness, lay powerful emotions."
he stepped closer. not close enough to invade her personal space- she could move away at any moment, if she wanted to.
"anger, fear, loss..." he continued. his gaze was intense. but she didn't back away. "...desire."
qimir's dark eyes were captivating, as well as his jawline, cheekbones, lips...
she took in a sharp breath. a jedi wasn't supposed to-
"you're not a jedi anymore." came his velvet voice.
he was once again, reading her mind.
"you don't have to deprive yourself of what you want now."
his palm came up to her cheek, and to her own surprise, she gave in to his touch. he seemed pleased. she realised that they're close to one another, and that she was too distracted before to notice when he approached her.
but qimir didn't move an inch from where he stood now. he didn't move his hand either, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
"take what you want."
qimir said, as if he was teaching her- because this was, in fact, her first lesson. and from the way she was looking at his lips, he knew that he broke the ice.
what convinced him of that further, was her mouth against his.
his hand moved from her cheek to cradle the back of her neck, and the other one was set on her waist. he could feel her want- desire, that had been forbidden to her for so long.
"good."
he pulled away, staring down at her- parted lips and flushed cheeks, as if she was embarrassed of herself.
and she was. it felt right, he felt right, but at the same time, it didn't. she was conditioned to never, ever succumb to her desires.
"tell me," qimir's smooth voice cut through whatever of the self restraint she had left. "what you want me to do."
the only things she knew about him, was his name, that he was a sith, and vernestra's fallen padawan.
she was these things now too, wasn't she?
yet, her fingers were tracing his jawline, as he stared into her eyes.
"i-..." the words got stuck in her throat. qimir smirked. "touch me."
her voice was breathless, almost inaudible, but he was on it in seconds.
her back was pressed against the cold, stone wall. his arms were fiddling with the front of her robes. and his lips kissing her throat.
his palm rested on her stomach, barely above the waistband of her trousers. he stopped there, knowing well what she wanted, yet awaiting further instructions.
"g-go on."
she managed to stammer, and felt qimir smile against her neck. his hand slipped past the waistband, and then past her underwear. she let out a shaky breath. her hands came up to his hair, tugging his head up from her neck, so she could kiss him.
she moaned into his mouth the second his fingers moved between her legs, rubbing gentle circles. the cold stone behind her back disappeared, and she could only feel the warmness of qimir's body.
qimir went slow, pushing one finger into her first. she couldn't stop her hips from bucking forward involuntarily, and he let out a soft chuckle against her mouth.
his movements were deliberate and percise, leaving her gasping in his arms. after a moment he added a second finger, slowing down a little, to let her adjust- but she whined a plea, and he obliged, speeding up again.
it felt so good, too good. she was sure he was using the force somehow. her moans mixed with his whispers in her ear, ones that she wouldn't dare to repeat out loud.
and when he curled his fingers, she could swear she saw the force itself. she whimpered his name, his arms supporting her weight, her legs a little shaky.
in that moment, she knew there was no going back. she would never give up the things she just experienced- both physically, and emotionally.
qimir knew that.
and when the next weak and breathless word left her mouth, he smiled.
"master..."
her gaze was hazy, when she looked up. but no longer lost.
hiii, i was thinking reader could be vernestra’s current padawan, and when they meet qimir he finds this out. he wants to protect them and train them instead so that they’re safe from vernestra
a new dawn, part one
part two
summary -> you're running from your master, who accused you of turning to the dark side, of failing, when suddenly you bump into a stranger who seems to know your past
content warnings -> canon typical violence
no use of y/n. she/her pronouns
a/n : wait i love this idea omg i have a scenario in mind already...
she rummaged through the crowded market, her heart threatening to jump out of her chest. she knew her master would eventually find her anyways- it was just a matter of time. the pouring rain didn't help, blurring her vision and wetting her robes.
for someone who was force sensitive, it was easy to sense powerful emotions. fear, anger, loss... the extent of them radiating from the small cloaked figure caught qimir's attention. even more so when he saw the lightsaber on her belt.
her chest heavied, as she tried to keep calm. she needed to get as far away as possible from here, now. keeping her head down, she didn't notice a person standing in her way, and she bumped into them.
"oh- sorry! sorry i, uh-"
she fretted, immediately regaining her composure. she took in the man in front on her. black medium-length hair, dark eyes, messy robes...probably a merchant.
"it's alright." he muttered, then tilted his head. "are you...okay?"
she knew it was easy to spot her distress with the way she carried herself, but the question caught her off guard.
"i'm fine. i just- i'm in a hurry."
she replied urgently, wanting to go. her eyes scanned the environment around her.
"you don't look fine." the stranger stated, then his eyes dropped to her belt. he immediately straightened up. "you're a jedi! is someone chasing you? are you on a mission? it must be important! whatever it is i'm sure you could deal with it, but if you seriously need to hide i can-"
he started jabbering, too loud for her liking. but the word 'hide' caught her interest. maybe he could be useful...
"yes, i'm on a mission." she forced the most formal tone she could, trying to hide the desperation. "an important one. and i don't need to hide. i need to get as far away from here as i can. now."
the man seemed excited. "follow me!"
he was quick and swift with moving around the crowd, unlike how he was presenting himself.
"my ship is just minutes away! i can't believe I'm helping a jedi..." he beamed.
she sighed. well, it was certainly a better option that being found by the jedi master that was sent after her, and when he brings her back to master vernestra-
she didn't have time to dwell on that though, as suddenly an invisible force sent her flying. alerted, she immediately grabbed her lightsaber, going in a defensive position. her hands were shaky, and her breath uneven. there was no escape now.
then she saw him- the jedi that was sent to bring her back to vernestra. he called her name, and that alone made her shiver with fear. his next movements were quick. attack, a blow, a kick to the stomach, force push, another blow- and she ended up without her weapon, his lightsaber pointing at her.
"surrender." he demanded, his voice emotionless. "you're going back to the temple. master vernestra wishes to speak with you." no sympathy heard as he spoke. the jedi didn't have sympathy for those who ever dared to question their ways.
and she knew that vernestra wouldn't have it either, even towards her own padawan. she didn't want to think of what is going to happen if the jedi drags her back to her master. she preferred to die here. with some honor left.
"never."
she spat angrily, trying to hide just how terrified she was. the jedi lifted his blade. she shut her eyes, waiting for the final hit.
but it didn't come.
she dared to open her eyes.
and what she saw, froze her in place.
the jedi hung in the air, desperately trying to catch his breath, choking and kicking his legs. then, a crimson blade pierced his chest. she looked, entranced, as his lifeless body fell to her feet.
behind it, stood the man she met on the market, his expression hard. as if he was a completely different person.
he turned off his lightsaber, and his gaze dropped to her, shaken on the muddy ground.
"you're safe now." his voice became softer, when he crouched down in front of her. "i'm not going to let her hurt you."
she looked at him with wide eyes. why would he do that? how did he know about her master?
"who- who are you?"
he tilted his head again.
"i'm qimir."
the simplicity of his answer in such situation baffled her.
"qimir."
she repeated, dumbfounded.
"and you are a jedi, aren't you...?" qimir's voice was almost mocking. "vernestra's padawan. i suppose she saw the 'darkness within you'?" he scoffed.
she furrowed her brows. how could he possibly know that?
"what-? how did you...?"
qimir looked away for a second.
"i suppose that she doesn't talk about her previous pupils... after all, what is there to say if they're dead?"
she hesitated. was she lied to? told that she was her first padawan? master vernestra never mentioned she taught anyone before her...
a hand in front of her chest snapped her back to reality.
"come on, you're going to get soaked. my ship is just right there."
he pointed in the direction of the clearing, and she indeed saw the silver flickering between the trees.
"i don't trust you."
she eyed him up and down. he had a red lightsaber, which could only mean that he was something she never thought she will see. a sith.
"nor should you." he smirked. "but right now, i am your only option."
she chewed on her lip. he was right. if he didn't lie, and he really was vernestra's fallen apprentice... she felt that she needed to know more. she accepted his hand, and he pulled her up to her feet.
she followed qimir to his ship. he was completely unreadable, and she felt so exposed. but at the same time he intrigued her. his power, ability to hide his force signature...
that's what she was looking for. knowledge. knowledge that the jedi said leads to the dark side.
but she was ready to take that step, after everything that happened. and it looked like she had a guide. an anchor.
summary -> you don't know why is qimir helping you so often, and neither does he
she/her pronouns, no use of y/n
content warnings -> none
a/n : thank you for the support on my last story<3
"youre lucky it's not deep."
qimir commented, as he finished patching up her injured side. his voice wavered against his own will for the sentence to be lighthearted. seeing her wound made him strangely concerned.
"not lucky. i wouldn't let him close enough to kill me."
she huffed, trying to focus on the pain instead of how his hands felt against her stomach. both burned. she tightened her grip on the side of her bunk to snap herself out of it.
"yeah, you're very tough."
he rolled his eyes. when he was sure the wound is taken care of, he rose from his knees. his soft eyes found her's, and he was glad that she was okay.
her gaze lingered on qimir for a moment. she turned her head to the side, leaning on the wall behind her with a sigh.
"thanks."
qimir raised his eyebrow at the show of gratitude. she almost never thanked him - or well - anyone to be percise. a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and he turned back to her, crossing his arms.
"hmm, you're welcome." he hummed. "as always."
always.
she pursed her lips. he did always help her. and she didn't like that he did so - if she was to please her master she should be able to handle herself on her own.
there was something more to it. qimir tagged along almost every mission she was assigned with - from as simple as obtaining intel to assassinations. he followed her even when he seemingly had no reason to. a frown formed on her face. maybe it was that her master was distrustful of her.
"yeah. why do you always help? you didn't even need to be here today in the first place." she started, suspicions. "perhaps my master told you to keep an eye on me. did he?"
qimir was caught off guard by the question. he realised that she was right - he did follow her around...but he just wanted to keep a close eye on her to know what she needs to improve. to be able to teach her later. and solely that.
an odd and unfamiliar feeling tugged at his chest. but if so, why did her getting injured affect him at all?
he remained a stoic expression. instead of answering her question, he asked one of his own, trying to be playful.
"did you ever think i just wanted to come? out of my own will?"
"not really."
she shrugged. because why would he? seemingly, it wouldn't benefit him in any way.
the same odd feeling rose in qimir. he was strangely hurt by her words. he was sure that she considered him a friend...and even if she didn't, why would it matter?
"well. if you want me to stay back, just say it." he muttered.
"no- i want you to be with me!"
she closed her mouth as fast as she realised what she just said. qimir's gaze shot up, entwining with hers. a heavy silence hung between them. their relationship was confusing enough as is before - and that certainly did not help the matter.
qimir stood in place not really knowing what to do next, which wasn't common for him. at all. he needed to keep up his act though, and the only solution he came up with...
"oh, do you now?"
she tensed up. his intentions were never clear to her, especially in this moment.
"don't let it get to your head."
qimir made his way back to her. as he sat down, his thigh brushed against hers. he needed to play it well. he needed to be convincing. if they really became closer, he'd have access to her fears, her secrets, everything he doesn't know yet. that was the only reason as to why he wanted to do what he was about to.
the only reason.
he told himself, as his palm gently traced the curve of her jaw.
only reason.
he repeated as his dark eyes dropped down to her lips.
"i'm afraid it's too late for that."
qimir said, as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a moment before he pressed it to hers. as much as it all was so sudden to her, she reciprocated, her hand coming over his.
she pulled away after a moment.
"be glad i meant it in that way. otherwise you would be done for."
her teasing voice made qimir smile against his own will. he rose his hands in a surrendering gesture.
"i'm a lucky man then."
and he was.
and when that thought formed in his head, he wasn't sure what were his reasons anymore.
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a/n : i'm not entirely sure how to feel about this story...😭 hope yall enjoyed it though
summary -> you never saw your master's face, not once, during all the months of training. you think this is all a loyalty test. a way of having the upper hand. your master has his own reasons though.
hurt/comfort
she/her pronouns
content warnings -> swearing, canon typical violence, no use of y/n
a/n -> english is not my first language, but i tried my best :p
she was so frustrated. every attack, every strike she blew, was either getting deflected or doged. she tightened the grip on her twin blades. her master seemed so unaffected by the fight. so casual about it. and when he landed another painful kick to her stomach, she snapped.
qimir didn't see that one coming. he could sense her frustration. anger. and now his back hit the harsh stone, as his acolyte knocked his lightsaber out of his hand. she hit his helmet with her beskar blade. then another time. he let it happen, although all he had to do was to grip her throat with the force. qimir didn't protest when she knocked him down on his back. or when her hands made their way to his helmet.
she had enough of it. she was loyal, skilled, and spent months training under him. she felt an odd rush of adrenaline. power. it felt good. both their chests were heaving. cortosis felt cold under her bare hands, as she pulled it off of his head slowly.
and instead of victory, she felt defeat. instead of content, betrayal. and anger. anger, anger anger.
"qimir..."
her voice was breathless, and it cut through the silence.
"surprise."
was all he said. a smirk, a fucking smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. she got off of him to grab her blades. he summoned his saber. it was all a blur. his smug expression changing to a frown, and her fast movements. her throat felt sore, and she realised she screamed. he promised. he promised he wouldn't betray her like the jedi did.
he didn't offer much resistance, and it fueled her rage further. a few blows, and he was kneeling on the ground, her blades crossing at his neck.
"you're improving."
she was so tempted to cut his throat right then and there. her eyes stung and she tried to blink the tears away, so they won't blur her vision. so they won't blur the face of a man she thought she knew.
"go on, kill me."
of course. of course he was inside her head.
"you promised me! you promised-"
he tilted his head, his dark strands falling over his face.
"i didn't betray you."
so confident. calm. he wasn't qimir. whatever is that he was, he wasn't qimir.
"you didnt- you made me think you cared about me! you made me think i'm not alone, not a monster, not a tool!"
qimir frowned. she wasn't a tool. not now. not during her training with him. he didnt want her to think that she was. the entire ordeal played out different in his head.
"i do care about you."
pause. she almost believed him for a moment. her blades touched his pale skin. but she couldn't make herself do that. the stranger had the face of the man she loved, the dark brown eyes that provided comfort. she couldn't stop the tears falling down her cheeks, and she couldn't stop her weapons from falling to the ground. she couldn't stop herself from falling to her knees.
qimir was a sith. that's what he wanted to be, what he chased after. power. knowledge.
a quiet sob echoed on the shore.
but he will never truly be one. not when she's around. his weakness. a weakness he tried to eliminate many times. but now, he welcomed it.
he pulled her close. wrapped his arms around her defeated form. his weakness. his acolyte. his death.
