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Torn (Megatron/D16 x Reader)

A/N: Based only on Transformers One. WARNING: Contains abuse, cussing, trauma, etc. Read at your own risk.

You were back on Iacon. You had scoured the destruction left over in the city. The city lay as you remembered it, crumbled, beaten and blasted. This was all the Decepticons’ doing as proven justice for that traitor, Sentinel. Everything was plastered with his image, and it all had to be brought down.

As you walked along the debris, you saw not far were the Autobots. However, last time you remembered, they were alive. They had claimed Iacon for themselves. They, too, were part of the city, all ruined and blown apart. You gasped aloud and ran over to them.

Each Autobot’s cog was ripped out. Some groaned in agony as they tried to crawl, others lay still, unable to move. You scanned each Autobot until one with a blue and red coating shone out to you. You recognized the bot as you raced over to him.

Plopping down by Orion, you leaned down, hearing a faint voice. “Orion?” you said. “Orion? What’s going on? Are you ok?”

Orion perked his head up. “Hey,” he said, his optics beaming brightly, surprised. “You came back. Where’s Megatron and the High Guard?”

“We’ll talk about them later. What happened here?” you stammered, browsing back at the fallen Autobots.

“Sen….Sentinel,” Orion coughed. “He came back.”

Your eyes widen. “How? Megatron…”

“…was a decoy,” Orion said before his eyes widened in fear and he pointed. “Look out!”

You immediately whipped around to see an energy laser aimed right towards both of you. Quickly, you tried to move Orion along with you, but Orion pushed you aside and he took the blow. He tumbled up into the air for a few seconds and crashed down.

“Orion?!” you whimpered as you got up. You could only see the mists and smoke from where he once laid.

BOOM!

The ground shook beneath you. You held your breath as an eerie, dreaded feeling rose up in you. You knew who it was. You refused to turn around. You couldn’t give him the satisfaction. Especially if this is what he had done… you could only imagine what he would do to you.

“Well, well… if it isn’t my little mini con,” Sentinel chuckled, prowling over to you.

Your core overheats, the circuitry all around your body zaps dangerously. Your metal plates were locked frozen, only your optics could move around.

He was back… how did he come back…

“Now then,” Sentinel said. “I think it’s only fair that I give you a proper punishment for all that you and your little buddies have done. However, you on the other hand… you deserve oh so much more than just a mere… offline.”

“Sentinel, I,” you began, trembling violently, enough to where you can hear your plating rattle.

“Nu-uh, no buts,” Sentinel purred, his head shaking side to side. “Just do me a favor… hold still… and…”

His hands grasped your shoulder, crushing it. Your processor stimulated alerts around your body, yet with a petrified adrenaline spike, you were paralyzed, unsure to move or high tail it out of there. It would only be a matter of time; he could possibly grab hold of you via your alt mode had you attempted to run or slam you down.

And no matter how much a blooming urge rose to fight him, to get back at him for all he had done… you were terrified if he could overpower you just like last time. And even though you had fought back, he had molded your body to respond to him naturally.

“Wake up!”

You attempted at least one fight back. “Let go of me!” you snarled, shaking your shoulder, but Sentinel had whirled you around to face him. You raised your hand to plop out in hoping to stop him, but he clutched your wrist and tugged it aside.

“I said wake up!”

“No!” you stammered, shutting your optics, titling your head away. “No! I won’t…”

“Wake up! Now!”

The shake of your shoulders startled your optics open to see….. It was Megatron.

Blinking your optics rapidly, you zoomed them around, recognizing you were back at the High Guard’s original hiding spot. You glanced around to see that the rest of the High Guard were either chatting, roughing one another up, or patrolling. And you were on one of the platforms, in stasis.

“What…I…” you said, reminiscing the dream you had. “Where am I? I thought…” You peered down to see Megatron’s hand was on your shoulder, still vehemently swaying you.

“We’re leaving soon,” he huffed. “If you don’t want to be left behind, you better wake up now.” He let go of your shoulder and walked away.

And figuratively (and literally) he was giving you the cold shoulder. As usual. Honestly, he had every right not to trust you.

You HAD been once… Sentinel’s lackey. One of the few bots who was his lapdog, obeying every order he had issued. Keep track of any miners who were caught slacking off? Check. Make sure nobody took any energon home? Check. Mandatory curfew? Check. Aka… you were the invisible spy, should the supervisors fail to catch anything.

Despite enjoying your job, you have found a few downfalls with it. Some of the miners avoided you, even being cogless like them. They mumbled to themselves to run as soon as they saw you or ignored you. Heck, even when you went to talk to them casually, they responded about how much energon they had acquired by thanking Sentinel for all he did. Some of their words hurt, such as one you caught talking about you were one of the few cogless working with Sentinel just to get “higher” up. And you did that by kissing his rear end instead of them who ACTUALLY earned their stars.

And Elita? Oh boy, she rammed your audials off about the overtime she was happy to do, no major accidents since day whatever and the surplus of energon she got once she led a squad of 3 miners.

And for those with the cogs? They were even worse. The racers bragged about being the fastest. The guards were arrogant. And the soldiers loved to go around and pick on whoever they could, whether it be themselves or the cogless.

There was one incident with Darkwing. The idiot had gone off to MacCadam’s to sip some more drinks, forgetting about his shift to supervise the miners. You were ordered by Sentinel to go find him and once you did, he was not a happy camper. He was doing his best to wobble himself sober but he was embarrassed as the bots had begun to laugh at the fact that he screwed up. And he took it out all on you.

“Don’t think just because you’re Sentinel’s… little handy, doesn’t mean you’re with us,” he hissed once you followed him out of the bar. He stubbed a digit at your chassis which you covered quickly, hiding your exposed cog.

“I’m aware,” you said, dusting your chassis as if he left a print. “I’m just doing what Sentinel tells me to do.”

“Yeah, for a cogless,” Darkwing muttered. “I still can’t believe he hired you.”

“He trusts me to…”

“Trust you to get the job done but… down at the bottom, you’ll always be,” Darkwing hissed as he transformed and flew off.

And this was how you met D16 and Orion. The check up on Darkwing was your last thing to do. Once you had clocked out, you had gone to one of the recreation centers, pounding your way at one of the arcades. “Miners… racers… guards,” you had grumbled, clashing your digits on the buttons and jittering the joystick. It was a brand new one and you were determined to beat it…. As if it was Darkwing’s faceplate. You were so focused on it with your faceplate glued to the screen you almost hit someone when you felt a servo on your shoulder patting.

“Hey there, I think you’re supposed to aim for the…”

You whirled around and snapped. “What? I know how to play!” At that moment, the arcade beeped, signaling your game was over. You turned to see you still hadn’t gotten up there with the other high scores. You facepalmed yourself before glancing up again to see the bots before you. “All right, which one of you was the one who made me…”

They were miners. They were similar in height, one silver and black and the other red and blue. Your optics peered at both of them and then turned to the game. “Oh… I… I’m sorry,” you said, realizing what it was about. It occurred to you that you were sort of acting like Darkwing, except you were off work but… still, you couldn’t imagine if they would tease you about Sentinel’s lackey having a breakdown over a game. Never mind you couldn’t even beat the game. “I just ran out of shanix so…you guys can play now.”

“No, it’s all good,” the silver bot said as he went up to the arcade and inserted a shanix. “First time playing or can't you beat the high score?”

You shrugged. “I…” you mumbled, unsure how to answer but embarrassed.

The silver bot laughed. “No matter, we figured you could use some help. It’s a hard game but it’s worth it.” He cracked his fingers as they curled around the controls.

“D’s played this game over a hundred times,” the red bot commented. “He once beat a cog bot’s record and ever since then, cogs have been coming in trying to beat it.”

You watched in fascination as D’s fingers were fast at the controls, and he was getting a high score. Like you, he was glued to the screen, but his optics were quick like lightning, detecting where to score for more points. He stopped a bit, stretching his digits.

“Wanna give it a try?” D asked as he then backed away from the machine.

From there, as soon as you were off work, you snuck out to hang out with them. They never mistreated you or pecked you off. They saw you as one of them.

The memory had now faded as you rubbed your head, seeing the High Guard transform, either rolling onto their tires or flying up into the air. You morphed into your vehicle mode and followed along with the rest of them. You glanced ahead to see Megatron was heading the way.

You gulped as you veered to one of the High Guards. “What’s going on?” you asked.

“There’s been some new energon caves he found on the other side of Cybertron,” he answered. “We’re going to mine it and create a new city there. Kaon? We’re still working on names. Anyway, this will show those little scrubs back on Iacon that they better watch it. And the Quintessons also got another thing coming.”

“Oh, well, finally. A new home.”

“Yeah, only for those who are Decepticons….”

“I mean, of course…”

“You say that now, but it’ll only be a matter of time before you’ll backstab us, I bet. After all, you did work for Sentinel.”

Keeping your mouth shut, you sped up forward, a shock spiraling in your chassis as you tried to focus on where the path led.

It took a few weeks for Kaon to be built but it was getting there. As soon as the energon caves were discovered, Megatron wasted no time in ordering everyone to start digging to plan out the layout. You advised the Decepticons to the best of your abilities of what you had remembered what Sentinel had implemented. Megatron had the last word of approval, yet he allowed most of it to continue, as he was too busy figuring out how to get back at the Quintessons and Optimus.

At least there was plenty of energon to be shared, though there were often fights among the cons, especially with those that were reckless and those that were cunning.

“Hey, that’s mine!” one of the Decepticons grumbled when you had announced that work was done for the day. He was already charging at the other who plucked it out of his servos and the two were already locked in battle.

As the other cons cheered on, you took this as an opportunity to take some refined ones at the front. Quietly, you snuck them close against your chassis as you eyed over all of Kaon, the rival of Iacon. Its skyscrapers, even if incomplete, soared into the sky with a midnight blue-purple sky, darkening the landscape. And every structure was coated in some sort of jagged spikes, with a luminous silver touch. You spotted ahead the headquarters, a temporary base fit for only Megatron and those of his closest subjects.

Entering inside, you spotted Starscream arguing with Shockwave and Soundwave about who was second in charge (as usual). You passed by them but stopped as you peeked to see a door open. Titling your helm inside, it was Megatron.

He was caught in a moment it seemed. His hands were clasping together as he sat, lost in deep thought. You could’ve sworn under your audials that he was muttering something. Something about him wishing he could still go back. He just wanted to return to Iacon, hug Orion and bring about the lies Sentinel had spread…

Until an energon cube fell from your pile and it hit your foot, causing you to yelp. Megatron whipped his head up to see you at the doorway. His eyes squinted at first but then he sighed, rolling his eyes, recognizing you.

You dropped down to pick up the fallen energon cube. “Sorry my lord,” you said. “I… I was just worried. You seemed… occupied and…I…. I’ll… never mind.”

“Are those energon cubes for the rest of us?” Megatron asked, warding off all of what you had said.

“Oh…. yeah… I… just took some for us to have extras in case,” you said, averting your eyes down to look at them. “We got done early. I…I…”

“Just remember to put it in the safe. I don’t want that idiot Starscream to binge on them again.”

He was still refusing to look at you.

You nodded. “Yes, my lord.”

“And one more thing.”

You tilted your head up.

Now he was looking at you. “When we finish building this city… don’t think that you are free to leave. You will be working under me, got it?”

You took a deep breath. The way he now stood up looking at you… suddenly he was Sentinel before your eyes. Sentinel was grinning at you, and you were quivering. He sprawled over to you, towering above. “I expect you to follow my command, got it?” Sentinel hissed.

You nodded slowly, preparing to bolt out of there.

“What’s wrong?” Sentinel asked. “Do I have to remind you where you belong?”

Suddenly, you opened your eyes to see Megatron was back. “Why are you still standing there?” he huffed, annoyed.

Without a word, you bolted.

It was late at night back at Iacon. You were at the terminals, overlooking the city. You had some last-minute reports to do before clocking out. You smiled as you remembered you were previously hanging out with D16 and Orion again. There was another new arcade at the recreation center and D was all over it. Once more, he showed off his skills.

Then you all got some energon at MacCadam’s and were mouthing away about the crazy adventures Orion was up to. Orion had snuck again into the archives to rewatch about the Primes. D was the only one looking out for him whenever he was getting chased by the guards.

“And there was the time when he decided to sneak into the Prime Grand Museum to get all gooey eyes over the new statue to Alpha Trion. I had him posing like one of those figures outside. It was hilarious,” D laughed.

Orion rolled his eyes. "I almost fell on my bottom thanks to you,” he grumbled.

You wheezed hard, holding yourself. “Haha, oh that's too good. Oh Primus. You guys are too much.”

“Well, I'm going to grab some energon,” Orion said. “You two just wait here.” He gave D a hand signal, flapping both of his hands like wings. D frowned for a bit, wondering what it meant. Orion coughed, did it again and when it didn't register, he literally pointed to another bot with wings.

“Mech. Wings. Nghh!” Orion mumbled and flapped his hands again. “You know…...code!”

D made an O mouth as Orion then skidded away.

“What was that all about?” you asked confused.

“Nothing, uhm… he's just being a weirdo,” D said. “You know, you never told us where you work.”

If your cheeks could turn red, they would. No way in hell… could they know. While you were sure they weren’t like some of the other miners, still, what if suddenly, they turned their backs on you? Or did bots start picking on them for hanging out with you? All for them to try to kiss up to Sentinel like you were.

“Oh, uhh, I uhh…. Work…. In an office!” you stammered, shaking your drink around. “Yeah! Administration. Boring work. It’s just a bunch of numbers, data pads and oh goodness, reports. Ugh!”

D shrugged. “Well, at least you don’t gotta suffer energon explosions like us miners do.”

“Oh come on! You guys get some action down there. And the people you get to talk to everyday. People over where I work, they just talk you down… worse is… you try to even be friends with the others you’re in charge of….they treat you like you’re also the enemy.” You stared at your drink gloomily. “I…I wish I could stand up to them and let them know the truth about how I feel.”

“Like Darkwing,” D groaned. “Wish I could tell him a thing or two. He gets on my nerves. He’s always going around, telling us we haven’t made a quota, to work ten times harder, oh and you are all cogless… like that’s supposed to scare me.”

“I know him too well,” you mumbled.

“You do? He works in administration too?”

“I mean,” you said, realizing your words. “He… just comes in to yell at us about if our numbers are right too!” You imitated Darkwing’s voice. “Those miners down there don’t know what they’re doing! You guys better be tallying it right too! If I find out if any of you are slacking off and typing in the wrong number quota by accident, it’s off to the mines with you!”

“Well, we have something in common,” D said. “Plotting our revenge against the dastardly cogs and their vile schemes to overthrow us miners.”

You scoffed. “Think you can take him on?”

“Nah, though no doubt I bet you wouldn’t.”

“Ok, you’re right on that.”

You both shared a laugh.

You raised an eyebrow. “I swear though, every time I’m down here, it just feels so… comfortable. I used to think miners would avoid me but in reality, you treat one another like family. I’ve worked with some racers and they’re just as bad as the guards.”

“Hey, I know some of us aren’t as great,” D said. “Especially when it comes to the higher ups like Darkwing. Orion can get very mouthy with him but… if you treat us just right, we’ll treat you back with the same respect.” He turned to smile at you.

You chuckled. “Well, miner… you get to have all the fun, then I bet.”

D laughed before then nudging you. “Ok, Admin. I’ll show you some real fun.” He slammed some shanix down on the counter. “Let’s make it a bet. Chugging down the MacCadam’s special. Loser gets to carry the other home!”

You nudged him back. “You’re on!”

That night ended with you and D flat on your butts. Orion had come back to find you both giggling like idiots, blasted by the drink.

You shook your head as the memory faded and you got to work on the terminal. Suddenly, the door opened, and Sentinel walked in. You sat up, shocked.

“Sentinel, sir!” you said, saluting. “I… what are you doing here?”

“Came to see my favorite worker, what else?” Sentinel said, walking around the office. “So, how’s the quota doing? Are we making progress on the oil? What about the energon harvest? Is it accurate? Electricity holding up?”

You double checked the data on your terminal, typing away furiously. “Yes! Yes! And yes… everything’s been up to schedule. Miners have doubled, oil is up by 50% and it’s been 345 days since we’ve had a power outage.”

“That’s why I trust you to do this,” Sentinel said, flashing his signature smile. He treads closer to your desk. You frown, glancing up at him. “Was there something else, sir?”

Sentinel clears his throat. “Oh, nothing, though I have been hearing word about you… hanging out with miners?”

You gulped, unsure how to answer this. “I… well… There are a few who I check in to make sure their supervisors are reporting the data. It’s nothing really, sir.”

“Yeah, uh-huh, I bet.” Sentinel was now behind you, staring down at Iacon behind the windowpane. You took this as an initiative to turn to your terminal, pretending to be occupied with numbers. You felt circuits racing inside you. You felt strange feeling this way, fearing Sentinel would be mad at you. Why would he anyway? He was always proud of what you’ve done. Unless it was stupid ass Darkwing being a hall monitor. And even then, you were great at your job!

“So uhh… you wanna explain what happened at MacCadam’s then? A little birdie told me that you were having a little too much fun there.”

Shit.. well, no doubt it was Darkwing. Fucker probably came in when you were drunk.

“Ok, fine, it was just one drink,” you said, nervously. “Sir, please, I was blasted but I didn’t say anything bad. It wasn’t about you or anything. I wouldn’t do anything to tarnish your reputation or image. I mean, you’re a Prime. I know a few who don’t like you but I’m indifferent, I support you. And I never dared spill anything about the data we collected.”

“How often have you been hanging out with those miners?”

Fucking Darkwing. “I… it’s only occasionally, sir. Are you worried about… mixing business with pleasure?”

Sentinel titled his head up. “Something like that…”

“I clocked in on time. I never told the miners anything else about what goes on in administration. I keep whatever at work away when I’m out in Iacon. Please, sir, I would never do anything to cause harm to…”

“…I’m more concerned about the miner who put his arm around you.”

What…

You blinked rapidly. “Wait.. are you talking about..D?” You recalled then how D had wrapped his arm around you when Orion had settled you both down on a bench, trying to figure out when the next train would be coming. You sat by D, laughing hard as you held onto his arm.

“Holy Primus, that drink CRUNKED you up,” you howled.

D roared with hilarity before wrapping his arms around you. You scoffed, trying to push him away. “D, you silly miner, stahp. You insane, you know?”

“I like hugs,” D said, nearing his helm onto your chassis which you playfully scooted him away. “Like I like youuuuuuuu.”

You kept pushing him off of you, but it only resulted in you tumbling down with him onto the ground, Orion yelling at both of you to knock it off.

“He’s just a friend, sir,” you replied. “It’s nothing more than that. I mean, we were drunk, but I handled myself just fine.”

Sentinel’s wings arched up. He obviously didn’t like that answer. “I see,” he said, now turning around to you, with a fake ass smile.

Something about that smile now boiled your core. It was as if you suddenly surged with a charge of energon, warning you that danger was coming. You felt the urge to move but your legs were locked. You were trembling inside.

Sentinel walked slowly over to you before nodding. “So,” he said, clasping his hands. “Here’s the deal: I don’t want you hanging out with those miners. Clear?”

You frowned. “I… sure?” you said. “He’s just a friend. It didn’t go any farther than…”

“I think you missed what I said. I don’t want you hanging out with them. Clear?”

“Sir, I swear, nothing happened that impacted the jeopardy of my work.”

“Ok, one more try with urgency,” Sentinel groaned, leaning forward. “I really could care less about who you hang out with but when I give a direct command for you to follow, you listen, ok?”

At that moment, you knew you should’ve shut up, but you kept babbling on. Why was he being so unfair? You had so much proof that you were doing everything by the book and keeping boundaries. Not to mention, no longer to see Orion or D? What did they do to prevent you from seeing them?

“Sir, they’re just miners! It isn’t like they’re my lovers or…”

Sentinel’s optics flickered. You immediately shut your derma, noticing that one of his servos had landed on the table and the other was on your knee. You were not only scared but now weirded out. He's never touched you like this. The only time would be to shake hands or a friendly pat.

Sentinel glared at your face. “You know I expected better than you to continue to question me,” he hissed. “Especially coming from my own secretary.” His servo traveled up from the knee to your thigh edging to your hips. You quivered, the plates rattling in your body.

“Sir?” you whimpered.

“Shh, shh, you asked why and I'm happy to answer,” Sentinel cooed as his servo went up the side of your chassis towards your face where it rested. “Now… Why don’t I show you why.” Without warning, he gripped onto your shoulder, lifted you up and pulled you to follow him.

“Where…. where are we going?” you asked. You quietly attempted to free yourself of his grip, but he hardened it as he continued to lead you away.

“To my quarters,” Sentinel said happily. “You want to know why.”

You both approached the doors to his quarters. He opened one of the doors, shoved you inside and then closed it.

“Now then… this time listen and obey.”

You shook yourself awake once the dream was over. You pressed a servo to your chassis as you eyed around your berth. It was late at night. It was mostly quiet with the occasional clash of metal, some of the cons were still working on building up Kaon. Wiping some fluid off of your helm, you got up to peek at this from your berth. You watched this a bit before then walking out, heading to the balcony that oversaw its construction.

Once outside, you sat down and looked over the city, sighing.

The dream reminded you why you were horrified by Sentinel so much. After he had “reminded” you, you had dared never to go see D or Orion. You made sure you had avoided crossing into them via the stations.

Yet, even with avoiding them, Sentinel had continued to remind you. He would call you up on the intercom to go into his quarters. Every time your visits with him were over, he would have you go to your room to think about what you had done before then sending you off to one of the medics to be fixed.

It eventually died down, but you always were scared of Sentinel, fearing the day he would get pissed off and call you in.

The last time you had seen D was at the Iacon 5000. You had gone to grab a seat and seen D and Orion amongst everyone.

“Hey, look,” D said, nodding in your direction. Immediately, you dashed off, holding onto your shoulder.

It was more painful when you learned from Sentinel that D and Orion had died from their wounds from participating in the Iacon 5000. “See… this is why I told you I don’t want you seeing those miners anymore,” he said. “You see the trouble I was trying to save you from… why I had to remind you.”

You nodded, oil leaking from your optics as you gripped onto your arm, rubbing the plates.

It was about 2 days later, your life would change. Sentinel had commanded you to triple check all quota, harass the miners to work harder and no bot would take a break. As you rushed to confirm all the numbers, you suddenly felt the ground shake beneath you. Frowning, you glanced up to see that the entrance was nearly destroyed in the office. You walked out to the main hall to see it was happening.

“What the heck?” you asked, seeing bots fighting one another. You didn’t even recognize some of them, other than some of Sentinel’s soldiers…. And the High Guard? Sentinel told you that they all died when fighting the Quintessons.

One soldier charged forward, attacking what appeared to be a silver bot. The silver bot caught a hold of the soldier and flung him over the balcony. Peering, you frowned at the bot. “D?” you asked, confused.

He had changed. As he was silver all over aside the red beneath his chassis and black on his legs, he was taller, and he was sporting a cannon on his arm. He turned over to you, glaring.

You shook your head as you recognized the familiar yellow eyes. “Sentinel said you died from your racing wounds,” you whispered.

D huffed. “Take her,” he said, nodding to two High Guards. Frowning, you backed away but were picked up by them. They led you over to a platform, holding onto you tightly.

You watched the battle happen all over Iacon. You were there when D had thrown Orion into one of the giant holes. How D claimed to be Megatron and led waste over Iacon. He swiftly killed Sentinel. Even Elita and Bee couldn’t calm him down.

All was revealed what had happened… but even then, with all the hurt you held in your body, understanding D’s pain, even you couldn’t get him to stop.

“D,” you begged, shoving yourself from the High Guards, hoping he could hear you. “Stop!” As much as a part of you was relieved now that Sentinel’s crime was paid, you were worried about the destruction he was leaving behind. He was taking his anger out on everyone… like Sentinel had to tokenize his power over you. “It’s over now! What are you doing?”

D stopped, huffing. “What am I doing?” he hissed. “I’m tearing down whatever he left his touch here. I’m wiping out any of his admirers who still worship him. Nothing should be left of him here.”

“Does that include me,” you growled. “Because I worked for him? Does that make me an enemy?”

D gritted his teeth. “You knew what he was doing. You’re just as guilty. I can’t believe you never told us. Yeah, I learned it all from Sentinel. Now I see why. You really were trying to ride on his wings to get up to the sun… but look where you ended up… falling down.”

You bit your lip, staying silent, helm down. “You will be no different from him…. If you don’t stop,” you hissed.

D’s blood red eyes beamed brightly. “Get her out of my sight,” he demanded. “And take her as a prisoner.”

The High Guards then took you away. Last you remembered was overseeing the majority of bots still running, screaming and begging the other High Guards to stop. Towers exploded with beams and missiles, raining down glass and debris. You glanced to see then something blue shining up. You peeked to see it was Orion and then before you knew it, the High Guards had taken you away.

And now here you are. Working for the newly formed Decepticons. D thought you would be better off alive, especially with your knowledge of administration in Iacon, so he figured to use whatever intelligence you had to acquire energon and orderly qualities to make Kaon.

While D was far from being as abusive as Sentinel, you knew time would only tell when he would reveal his true colors.

You traveled over from the balcony to the entrance of the base. You took some steps down outside, eyeing Kaon. It still needed some work, but it was slowly getting there. Maybe in a month or so, it will be complete. As you eyed around the city, you felt a chill enter your body. You knew then it had to be someone behind you. Turning around, you spotted that it was Megatron.

You quickly stood up, holding yourself up. “Sir, I… couldn’t sleep. Just keeping an eye on things here,” you said, turning away.

Megatron walked over to you, standing by your side. His optics grazed over Kaon. He kept quiet for a bit. You dared not to disturb the silence. A part of you wanted to ask why, even for all of what Sentinel had done. You hated what he did to you for sure but to destroy Iacon? And the fact that he nearly killed Orion? You felt mixed but turned your head away.

“After Kaon’s completion, we should be ready for more settlements,” Megatron said. “We’ll definitely need a second should the Quintessons think about attacking us.” He turned to you, noticing you looking away. He scoffed. “Did Sentinel ever mention anything else about them?”

You shook your head. “No, sir.” You paused, unsure to continue or not.

Megatron paused for a few until he spoke again. “I thought he would have,” he said, folding his arms. “He often turned to you in assurance of the energon.”

“Anything regarding the Quintessons was only between him and Airachnid,” you said. “Sentinel didn’t trust anyone, not even me. I… was just there to make sure things were kept in check.”

“All for what? To get up higher?” he snarled.

You shook your head. “I did like what any miner, racer, any Transformer was doing back in Iacon. We were just doing what our programming said. We didn’t question it; we went with it. You don’t think I was fed with lies as well? Or are you too busying riding the hate wagon for Sentinel so you can be like he was, a tyrant!”

You turned to Megatron with fury but immediately snapped your derma shut, looking away. You knew you had crossed the barrier and from the glance on his face, he was pissed off.

Megatron took a deep breath. “Watch whom you’re speaking to,” he warned. “Or I’ll reconsider where you stand.”

You glanced away at him, fearful. However, to him, this was you avoiding acknowledging him.

“I am speaking to you,” Megatron said. “Look at me.”

You still refused, wincing, picking at one of your loose platings. Suddenly, you felt him pull you around and you were facing him.

“I said, look at me!” Megatron snapped. “Don’t think because you were Sentinel’s lackey, means you’re above me. He’s gone. And for another thing, you work for me now, so start obeying your superior!”

Suddenly, it was as if he was Sentinel. The way Sentinel had grabbed you that time when he forbade you to see D and Orion. Except of course this was Megatron's servos on your shoulders, still, in a flash he was Sentinel in your eyes.

“Please no,” you begged as you recalled now what Sentinel had done to you when he pulled you into his quarters. “Let go of me!” You rattled your servo from his hold. Megatron wasn’t letting go.

“You will learn to obey, soldier!” he roared, pulling you towards him.

Screaming, you immediately raised your other hand to hit him. “I said, let go!”

Megatron was quick to lock his hold on your other servo. You glanced up to see the beams of his optics glowing dangerously, ready to pounce at any moment. You foolishly still tried to break it off, kicking your legs at him. Without a word of warning, Megatron lifted you up and crashed you into the ground.

You yelped as you thrash around, panicking. “Please, no! I’m sorry, sir! I won’t hang out with them again!” you wailed. “Please no!” You cowered, shoving your helm into your chassis.

Megatron vented viciously, his back crouched, prepared to assault should you fight again but then it softened seeing you curl up. You were truly scared of him. A part of him loved it, seeing you terrified that he was about to deliver a tremendous blow. Slowly though, D rose up in him. He glimpsed down to see you sobbing loudly, quaking. It was like a caged animal, attempting to break free.

Slowly, Megatron let go of your wrists, eyeing you down. Feeling yourself free, you shook yourself around but kept a watchful eye on him, slowly backing away.

Megatron glanced once more at your form, inspecting every piece of metal plating. Something was off. He tampered a loose piece on your arm.

You whimpered, jutting away the touched metal plating. Now reaching forward, he touched the plate again and noticed the paint had worn off. Carefully, he swiped more of it and then saw the paint had covered up scratches. He swiped off more to reveal dents and marks.

His eyes widened. “Did he do this?” he asked.

You nodded slowly. Suddenly, one of his digits scraped against another plating, this one on the shoulder and seemed more loose than the others. Pulling it back, he noticed a deeper battered gash. Megatron gasped.

You continued to shiver, wondering if he was now going to go off about you for being weak. That it was your fault you didn't stand up to Sentinel. Or why didn't you say anything. You were so tempted to rush off but you were terrified if he would stop you and do so much worse.

“Why?” Megatron said, confused. “I thought….I thought….”

You sniffed. “He told me to stop seeing you two. And then he…. He showed me every day why. He made me cover these in paint or get new cheap platings to hide them.” You gulped. “If you’re going to be like him… then you got it right.” You curled back up into your position.

And then you felt him grab you, tugging closer and…his arms wrapped around you. You took a deep breath when he did this. You weren't sure what to do.

Looking up at him, you noticed then his optics were closed. His faceplate had shown no anger but… Sorrow? You wondered if it was D behind all this. Never would Megatron do this, but D would.

It made you feel comfortable so at the moment you leaned your helm on his chassis and closed your optics.

After a while, Megatron pushed you back and overlooked your frame again. “You will be trained better,” he said, though not sure if to himself or you. “I'll have them overlook those parts to get you upgrades.”

You nodded.

Megatron then walked away but stopped. “After your upgrades… I want you to join Starscream in the new training facility. We will oversee your abilities. And then you will report to me where I will oversee your training with weaponry.”

You watched him resume back to heading to the headquarters. A part of you wanted to run and hug him yet you stood still. You knew D wasn't back, it was only Megatron. And still.

“…thank you… my lord,” you said bowing.

Megatron's face shifted into a small grin. And it made your spark flutter. For you recognized the grin was D's.

“Dismiss. Go get some sleep, rookie,” he said as he now headed inside.

He knew now you had suffered as much as he did. And he would make everyone pay for what they did to you. And you knew even for a small victory, somewhere deep inside him, D still lived.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed reading this! Trying to get back into the flow of writing for fun!

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!

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