Qimir x Reader Stories

Pillow Talks

Pairing: Qimir x GN!Reader

Summary: Your master has sent you on a mission and Qimir, your supplier and guide, is accompanying you.

Your Master has tasked you with the mission of finding and killing a former Jedi that had previously wronged him. Per usual, he also assigned Qimir to be your guide and supplier, should you need him.

Although you were perfectly capable of doing things on your own, you had to admit it was nice to have company. For a long time, it had always just been you and your Master. Then when you were finally ready for your first mission, Qimir was assigned to you.

At first, you were annoyed, but then grew fond of the man. Sure, he can be a bumbling, fumbling idiot, but he's also very knowledgeable, skilled, and can hold his own.

However, this particular mission, you've grown somewhat annoyed with him. Your search for the former Jedi led you to jungle planet of Eriaduan. The weather is hot and humid, causing you to sweat and feel sticky. It's dampened your mood and motivation to fulfill this mission.

Doesn't help that Qimir is being extra chatty as you trek through the jungle, "Can I ask you a question?" Some of his black strands of hair stick to his face due to sweat and humidity.

You sigh, "As long as you're okay with possibly not getting an answer." You reply as you step over branches and through shrubs.

"Why are you so adamant that your Master doesn't care for you?"

Earlier, you tripped on a boulder and Qimir told you that you need to be more careful, "Your Master wouldn't be happy with me if I brought you back injured."

You had scoffed and told him, "Please, my Master doesn't care about me, Qimir. Only cares about my ability to fulfill these missions."

You shrug, "Because he doesn't."

"How do you know?" He asks with furrowed brows.

"The way he's treated me isn't how people treat those they care about, Qimir. He's very...forceful. He never gives me a break, asks how I'm feeling. Honestly, it's foolish of me to even want him to care about me, even just a little." You pause at a fallen tree trunk and decide to sit for a little rest.

Qimir follows, sitting beside you, "It's not foolish to want to be cared for. Besides, he always sends me to go with you. Surely, that must mean he cares for you right? Wants someone to have your back?"

You snort, "Or because he doesn't trust me to do these things on my own."

Qimir sighs and shakes his head, "I'm sure he knows you're capable of doing this on your own. But...maybe he just wants you to have back up just to ease his mind?"

You shrug, "Guess we'll never know because he doesn't really talk to me unless he's assigning me a new mission or berating me about not improving my skills."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I do care about you. Knowing you has brought some...excitement back into my life."

You give him a grateful grin, "Thanks, Qi. I care about you too." You two sit in a comfortable silence, catching your breaths and taking pause to finding this Jedi.

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This definitely wasn't how you expected things to go. You'd gotten injured during your fight with the Jedi. You were still able to kill him but not before get stabbed you in the side.

Qimir was freaking out, trying his best to keep you from bleeding out too much but you eventually succumbed to the pain, blacking out as Qimir pleaded with you to hold on.