Qimir x Reader Stories

Broken Promises

Pairing: Qimir x GN!Reader

Summary: You're a master thief, given the task to steal a lightsaber from a Jedi temple. In the process of getting away, you run into someone you never thought you'd see again.

A/N: slight AU in which Qimir really is just some hot dorky guy and not a hot sexy Sith.

It brought you a sense of pride hearing Jedi scramble about in the middle of the night. Their false sense of security disintegrated after word reaching to them that an intruder had stolen the relic from them - a lightsaber that belonged to an esteemed Jedi knight.

You couldn't help but let a giggle escape as you climb over the walls of the Jedi temple. You jump down, going into a tuck and roll. You regain your composure and look back down into your satchel, the saber still inside.

You pull up your hood and scarf to cover your face and waltz into the crowd of people celebrating the Moon Festival.

All kinds of people and species don similar robes as you wear. The colors of dark blue and light blue to represent the moons of Tython. Once every few cycles, the moons appear beside each other and is meant to grant good luck and fortune to Tython's inhabitants. Thus a festival to celebrate that look and fortune emerged.

You knew because of the festival, everyone would be distracted, even the Jedi that lived at the temple that housed the relic saber.

You weave through the crowd, keeping your head low and a firm grip on your satchel. You hear a commotion and look behind you to see a group of Jedi making their way through the crowd, looking for you.

You continue the direction you're going, trying your best not to look suspicious. As you turn a corner, someone takes hold of your wrist and pulls you into an alley way.

You hand immediately goes to your dagger on your hip. You use your weight to press the assailant against the wall, blade at their neck.

Your eyes widen when you see who grabbed you.

You yanked you hood back and pull your scarf from your face, "You're not supposed to be here."

"And you're supposed to be dead."

You step back and sheath your weapon, "What are you doing here, Qimir?"

The man fixes his robes and sweeps some of his hair out of his face, "I heard a rumor you got hired for a job here. Thought 'that's not possible. I watched her die.' Figured I'd see if I was wrong and," he gestures to your being, "I was. Here you are living and breathing."

You scoff, "Yes, I'm sure this is quite a shock considering you left me to die!" You sneer at the man.

He holds his hands up, "To be fair, that was a fatal blow. What was the point of staying?"

"Maybe to see if there was a chance I lived? Which there clearly was!"

You hear the glow of sabers near you and immediately start undoing your dark blue robe, "Switch robes with me. Now!"

"What? Why-"

"Now, Qimir!"

The man scrambles as he undoes his cloak, handing it to you while you toss yours at him. You both quickly re-dress as footsteps near.

"Okay, now-mmf!" Qimir's words go interrupted as your lips press against his.

The glow of a blue lightsaber causes you to pull away with a gasp, "Oh! Um," you giggle nervously at the Jedi who seemed uncomfortable to have witnessed you and Qimir in such a state.

The young man clears his throat, "Apologies, but, have you seen a suspicious person dressed in dark blue robes pass by?"

You snort, "A person dressed in dark blue robes? That's like half of this planet right now."

"You didn't see anyone that seemed like they didn't belong?"

You shake your head, "No, sir. To be quite honest we've been a little," you gesture between you and Qimir, "preoccupied, as you noticed."

The Jedi uncomfortably clears his throat, "Yes, well, apologies. If you do see or hear anything, please report it to the Jedi temple immediately."

You salute to the man, "Will do."

"Um, enjoy your night," he says before he and the few other Jedi behind him continue around the corner.

You let out a deep breath and look back at Qimir, who was smirking at you, "Did you get better at kissing?"

You roll your eyes and tug him by the sleeve to follow you back out into the crowd. Stumbling after you, he asks, "Where are we going?"

"To meet my client and get my money."

"Why are you taking me?"

"Because I don't trust you not to turn me in to those Jedi."

The further you walk from the celebrations, the quieter things become. Your hold on Qimir doesn't loosen until you make your way to the forest where you hid your ship.

"Wow," Qimir stands in awe of the vessel, "You've upgraded."

"Had to since you left me to die and stole my ship."

You two walk up the ramp and head towards the cockpit. You hear Qimir sigh as he follows you, "You're still angry about that?"

You throw yourself into the pilot's seat and start up your ship. Aggressively, flipping switches, pressing buttons, "Yes, Qimir! I'm still angry about it! We were a team! We were lo-", you stop yourself, "We were friends. I thought I meant more to you than that. I was clearly wrong."

You slowly bring the ship into the air and go full speed ahead, causing Qimir to fall backward right in his butt.

He groans as he does his best to bring himself to his feet, "I'm sorry! I am!"

Once in the atmosphere, you hit the hyperdrive and go into hyperspace.

You turn in the pilot's chair to face Qimir, who's looking down at you with a sad expression, "I hurt you and I'm sorry. But I am glad you're not dead...and since I didn't say anything to the Jedi-"

"Oh fuck off!" You stand and push past him, "Just because you didn't turn me in, you think you deserve a cut?"

"I'm kidding....mostly," he responds as he follows you to the sleeping quarters. He leans against the wall as you walk behind a changing screen.

"So...you didn't really think to see me after all this time?" He asks.

You snort, "Again, you left me to die."

"I don't know what you would've wanted me to do, Y/N."

After changing into comfier clothes, you stomp out from behind the changing screen, "To stay with me! Even if I were to die, I wouldn't have been alone! That's what hurts the most, Qimir! After you promised you'd always be at my side and that you cared about me, the time I needed you the most, you weren't. You broke your promise."

Qimir observes your broken expression, the facade of being collected and intimidating having melted away. He slowly walks up to you, slipping his hands into yours, "I know. I'm sorry, but I'm here now. I wouldn't be here if I still didn't care. When I heard that you were alive and still taking jobs, I hoped, prayed even, that it was true, that you were alive. That I could see you again."

He presses his forehead against yours and you sigh, "I don't know if I can trust you again."

"You made me work for your trust the first time. I'll work for it this time as well." He kisses your forehead and steps back, "Now let's go get your money, shall we?" He shoots you that grin that made you fall for him all those years ago.

"Don't make me regret this," you mumble as you let go of his hands and head back to the cockpit to steer you towards your waiting client.