notes : hope ya like it! Iâm hoping to actually maybe make a part two. I think it would be nice to explore how this turns out for them. please leave feedback! Iâm a little nervous about this one, feedback would be so so appreciated. enjoy! xx
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A/N: Iâve been a Kylo stan for so long and Iâm just now writing for him? Iâm shocked. And itâs not even smut, just wholesome.
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The day was long for Kylo. So exhaustingly long. He overlooked a day of bootcamp training for new first order recruits. This required not only supervision of their activities, but intense participation for some cadets at the top of their class. This exhaustion would normally result in a rage and something resembling a silent treatment toward you, regardless of your lack of involvement.
During your deep slumber in the deafening quiet of his quarters is when he caught you. His heart seemed to routinely skip a beat every time you came into his sight. The helmet hissed and lifted from his head, revealing matted and sweaty locks. Black strands fell over his glistening skin, some even brushed against a shallow gash across his cheek bone. The blood even more radiant in the sharp angle of the light above him.
You were sleeping soundly, under the secure protection of his jet black, heavily worn cape. Youâd seen that heâd left it strewn across the mattress before departing for the day. The comforting aroma of the sweet leather and smoldering fire wrapped you tight within its grasp. No being or force could harm you in the hold of his cloak.
He studied you as he towered over his bed. His eyes travelled down your height. Kylo admired the curve of your body that was visible through the creases of his cape. His lips curled into a barely noticeable smirk.
You used him to protect you even in his absence. Kylo liked the mere thought of that. Even in a symbolic way, he caged you in safety.
Delicacy and gentleness were never words one would use to describe such a man. But stars, every touch against your skin was silk. Every word was warmth to your soul.
âBeautifulâ he mumbled softly.
He was careful not to wake you as he sat next to you on the bed. Your body shifted in its rest. A glimpse of your exposed thigh caught his eye, and his jaw clenched at the pure desire that grew within him. It was discovered then that his cloak was the only thing separating your naked body from his grasp.
But he wanted only to allow the innocence of your resting soul to keep him company now. To watch your eyelids flutter at the dreams frolicking through your mind.
A small, sleepy sound escaped your mouth.
Kylo was amused, and smirked once more.
âMy beautiful girlâ he whispered admirably again, brushing his gloved finger across your cheek bone.
Your eyes trembled open, immediately locking into his gaze above you.
âKyloâ you moaned sleepily. That familiar smirk that very seldom made an appearance still painted on his face. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, and his face fell flat in its usual form.
âI came to check on youâ
You leaned up onto your elbow to get closer to him.
âI bathed and fell asleep very shortly afterâ you smiled at him. âI missed your smell, I hope you donât mind I used this to put me at ease for a bitâ you say, pulling at the integral part of his suit that you used to keep you warm.
âNot at allâ he tried to pull the cloak back onto you from where it had fell to cover your bare skin.
âDonât.â You stopped him. You felt the chilled air brush against your thigh and breast. You desperately wanted him to remove your covering. âStay. Pleaseâ you begged. You needed him in more ways than just his sole presence.
Another clenched jaw and intense restraint encouraged Kylo to reject your offer. His palm rested in the curve of your waist. He tightened his grasp around you, and made you jolt at the pressure. It was near impossible for him to resist you when you pleaded for him.
âI have to get back. Iâll return laterâ he said plainly. His grip released from your skin. âStay like this. I want you just like this when I come backâ
You smiled and nodded.
Unexpectedly, Kylo leaned down to you, hooking your chin with his finger, and pulled you into a delicate kiss. His lips were warm against you but he somehow felt so cold. You embraced his aura and took in the smell that his cape could only imitate. Stars, you never wanted it to end.
And just like that, he rose to his feet, and left you alone again to patiently await his return.
Summary: You're captured by the Empire, held for questioning concerning the location of the child. Under Moff Gideon's supervision, you endure harsh punishment. You knew that Din would never leave you behind. The moment you heard blasters firing rapidly outside your holding cell, you knew he'd come back for you.
Warnings: violence, mild torture to reader (no SA), mention of blood, death, reader being "helpless", helmetless Din, fluff
Word count: 2.8k
A/N: I mean, don't we all fantasize about being rescued by a bounty hunter as a helpless damsel in distress? Just me? well, enjoy anyways. This honestly reads like a Mandalorian episode. @ jon favreau, hire me pls. reader is referred to as âherâ once or twice but otherwise can be read as gender neutral.
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"I won't talk" You spat at the men towering over you. You were firm, and steady in your composure. More troopers, higher ranking than the predecessors, continued in the attempt to break you. The Empire wanted the child, and you'd never let them get close. The vents blasted near frozen air onto your shoulders from above, insulated in your holding cell that was encased with metal and designed for discomfort.
Without another helpless word, and the press of a little red button, bolts of electricity coursed throughout your already exhausted body, delivered by the small device forcibly wrapped around your head. The pain was excruciating, but you were beginning to feel numb with every passing second. This was the 5th...no, 6th time...so far, that this pain has been inflicted on you. It benefitted neither party in the room. You offered no evidence of weakness aside from your obvious pain. They had to know that you weren't any close to revealing any useful information.
"If you won't talk, Moff Gideon will be taking matters into his own hands. Give us the location of the kid, or suffer the consequences" Their voices were muffled in a similar way that Din's helmet muffled his voice. It reminded you of him in an oddly comforting way. You missed him terribly already. Without even seeing the true look in Din's eyes when they captured you only seconds before you were able to make it to the Razor Crest, you knew his heart made the most difficult decision he's ever had to make. You knew it was you or the child, and neither of us would ever let them get their hands on him.
Although you kept your composure in the presence of your captors, you were scared. Petrified, even. Din swore to himself many months ago to protect you in exchange for you assisting him in raising the child. You knew little of childcare, but Din knew you could both figure it out together. After all, you did owe him big time for saving your life when you first met. And here we were, right back where it all started...you needed to be saved again. You hoped he'd gotten the child miles away from here by now. You'd lost track of time but it felt like hours, maybe even half a day at this point.
Your silence was the only response to the further questions.
"Suit yourself" One of the troopers scoffed, and swiftly exited with his partner. The door slid open and closed just barely long enough for them to leave. You were then trapped, cold, and alone again. As much as you wanted to be relieved from your situation, you cared significantly more for the safety of the child and your armored protector.
The minutes dragged and your chest felt heavy as the panic began to sink in. This was it for you. No way theyâd let you leave after being of no use to them. Your death was inevitable, and your racing thoughts began to slow as you came to peace with that.
You heard the faint hissing of a door on the other side of your cell, signifying someone's entry. Then suddenly, your cell door slid open, revealing a towering figure. Although you'd never seen the late Darth Vader, the way you imagined him was reflected in this man.
The jet-black shine of his armor was enough to startle you in his presence. But his expression...the menacing grin framed the picture of a despicable man.
Your face was blank. Showing any fear was not an option right now. Although, you were subtly trembling in your seat.
"You know that you've made a big mistake, right?" He said, approaching you slowly, using his height to tower over you while you were seated on a steel bench.
Silence.
"Your beloved bounty hunter isn't coming back for you," Moff Gideon said softly, getting uncomfortably close to your face. "Why not just comply with our requests so we can move along with the search? hm?"
"You'll never find them" You hissed at him.
"Oh, actually I will. That you can count on" He laughed. The insulting tone made you sick. "However, if you tell us where they are, your torture will come to an end and we can get this whole thing over with. What do you say?"
"Never."
"Your persistence is admiring, truly it is. But why waste your time? He doesn't care about you. He's a Mandalorian. They only care about their creed. Everything else is just...a commodity."
You shook your head in denial. That wasn't true.
"You're wrong."
His gloved hand firmly grabbed your chin, pulling your face up toward him. You cringed and winced under his touch.
âWhere are they?â He persistently shouted in your face. You jolted your head backward in attempt to put distance between the two of you. With your response of more silence, you were met with a sharp and painful blow to the side of your face. You turned to look back at him, trying to collect yourself from the pain. His fist was still tight and ready to throw another punch.
The second punch was worse, it radiated pain through your entire skull and caused your eyes to go blurry for a moment. The cuts already open on your cheek were split open with damage you were taking. You felt the blood begin to drip down your face. Any additional infliction would be hell, but youâd take any pain necessary to keep everything you loved safe.
His other hand brought to your attention a small red button. The same button the stormtroopers used to electrocute you before. You whimpered in anticipation and tears involuntarily formed in your eyes.
A deranged smile spread across his face. Your fear just fueled his power. And just before he could inflict any additional pain on you, he seemed to have received transmission into his ear.
His brows furrowed. His eyes then locked with yours.
"Repeat, commander" a look of concern was on his face. Disbelief, even.
"Don't let him step foot on my ship" Moff Gideon seethed.
Although you were uninformed to the other side of the conversation, there was no question. You grinned ear to ear. He came back for you. Of course he did.
"Well, change of plans. The Mandalorian dies today" Moff Gideon snickered.
"We'll see about that" You whispered.
The ship shook and vibrated under your feet. As if a ship had docked...or crashed, maybe. Moff Gideon snapped his attention behind him, as if he could see what was happening through the secured doors.
Another transmission came through, one you still weren't able to hear.
"If he doesn't have the child, then he's no use to me. Kill him."
Your heart sank at the mere thought of losing him. But it wouldn't happen. Gideon's troopers were no match.
Moff Gideon kept his close watch over you while he hid like a coward in your cell with you. His hand rested atop his blaster in preparation for what he knew was to come. The cruiser you were aboard had a crew of probably 50 people. If they all served to be as awful at combat as other troopers that youâd seen Din take down, youâd be rescued in no time.
You watched Gideonâs body language grow more and more nervous and fidgety as the commotion grew on the other side of the door. Blasters and the sharp clinking of metal filled the narrow space of the ships walls. That muffled sound was moving closer. As the situation became less favorable for Gideon, it became more favorable for you. That fact alone put a smile on your face.
Then suddenlyâŚthree loud bangs penetrated the walls. It sounded as though someone was trying to break through the first door. But that wasnât regular armor hitting the metalâŚit was beskar. Gideon trembled. He jolted when the banging arrived at your cell door. He was displeased to hear you laugh at his reaction, which fueled his anger.
He yanked your arm and threw you in front of him as a human shield, pulling his arm around your chest and igniting the dark saber, holding it only centimeters from your throat. The blade vibrated loudly, threatening to take your life in one motion. What a fucking coward. Canât even fight without using you as bait.
It took less time for Din to break through the second door. Within seconds, the door snapped and broke open, revealing your protector wrapped in his armor as usual. What was unusual, though, was the splattered blood across his chest plate. You couldnât even imagine what heâd just been through to get to you.
âStep another foot closer and she diesâ Moff Gideon insisted.
âLet her goâ his soothing voice broke through his helmet, calming your nerves, even with death being only a movement away. âYouâre outnumbered, Moff Gideonâ
âI would disagree. It seems itâs one on oneâ
He pulled the saber closer to your neck. You whimpered and squinted your eyes shut. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you opened them back up. You see Dinâs fist in a ball, revealing his frustration and anger.
âBased on your fighting skills Iâd say itâs more like two on one, wouldnât you think?â Din snapped back at him.
âAlright. Letâs fight then, Mandalorianâ Gideon said with a smirk on his face. He threw you down carelessly back onto the bench. You cried out in pain as your face hit in the cold seat.
Both men circled one another with their weapon of choice in the ready position. The saber was still ignited, and Din had his staff of beskar. No lightsaber could ever cut through beskar, not even the dark saber. Din swung first, striking Gideonâs side armor. He retaliated, only to be met with the staff that rejected the saberâs power.
There were flashes of blinding light back and forth, both men having a fair chance against the other. You watched in terrifying anticipation, fearful of Dinâs safety. You believed in him, but to watch him fight scared you. After a few minutes, Din finally had Gideon pinned against the floor, with the beskar staff pointed right below his chin. The saber was thrown from his hands, and out of his reach.
This was it, you thought. We are getting out of here.
But not yet. Gideon made a move so swiftly you couldnât even comprehend what had happened. The staff was knocked from Dinâs grip, and he was thrown backward onto the floor. Gideon somehow maneuvered himself on top of him now, with the staff in his control.
No. Please no.
He couldâve killed him in one motion, but instead, Gideon pushed the staff under the grip of Dinâs helmet and forcefully pulled it from his head, slicing his chin in the process. You gasped and looked away, to be respectful of his creed. Youâd never seen him without his helmet. All you caught glimpse of was the deep brown color of his hair.
You only listened now, as you were unable to watch how this would end.
âYou have nothing nowâ Gideon started, breathing heavy through his words. âYour creed has been broken. You have no purposeâ he laughed, pleased with himself for to bring shame to his opponent. "Give it up, Din Djarin."
A familiar voice broke the air that youâd ever only heard through the distortion of a helmet. You gasped softly.
âShe is my purpose. The child is my purpose. I wonât let you take that away from meâ Din said. It sounded like the voice was directed toward you rather than Gideon based on your positioning. You melted at his words.
Not another word was spoken before the clanging of metal filled the room again, you couldnât tell what was happening, which made you all the more terrified. Gideon groaned in pain, it sounded as if he was on the ground now.
âYouâll never take the child. And youâll never see the light of day again. All because you took my girlâ Din breathed deep through his words.
You heard the dark saber ignite again.
The vibration from the saber indicated a swift movement.
A loud thud against the ground.
Silence.
You trembled with your arms covering your head in a fetal position on the bench. You knew it had to be Din who was still standing, but you couldnât bring yourself to move.
âY/Nâ his warm voice graced your ears only inches from behind you. You audibly sobbed. Knowing immediately you were safe. He was still helmet-less, you could tell. You turned over to face him, but kept your eyes closed so you wouldnât see him.
The electrocution device wrapped around your head was removed gently. You'd somehow forgotten it was even there. His hands then wrapped around yours as you moved to sit in an upright position.
âLook at meâ he pleased softly
âBut your hel-â you started
âLook at meâ he insisted, squeezing your hands gently.
Your eyelids folded open slowly. You werenât afraid, but you were hesitant. He was crouched in front of you. What you saw as your gaze met his, took your breath away. His eyes were brown, a match to his hair you caught glimpse of before. It was Din. You were finally seeing the man you loved for what he really looked like. He was so beautiful. All the words you wanted to say failed to leave your mouth as you scanned his face over and over again. His expression was riddled with worry and concern.
âDid he do this to you?â He referred to the gash above your cheek, and the other visible bruising down your body. You were suddenly aware of how deeply he cared for you.
On the verge of tears and still remaining speechless, you nodded your head. âIâm okayâ
âHeâll never take you from me or lay a hand on you againâ your eyes travelled over to Gideonâs lifeless body on the floor. Din gently pulled your face back to look at him so you wouldnât be more traumatized than you already were.
âIâm hereâ he reassured you. A smile formed on his lips. MakerâŚthat smile. You were seeing him smile for the first time. Sweat and patches of blood scattered Din's face. You couldn't imagine the hell he went through to get to you.
âBut Din, your helmetâ you remained confused. You knew that meeting other Mandalorian recently may have changed his outlook but you never thought heâd break the creed intentionally. He couldâve put it back on. But he didnât.
âItâs okay... I wanted to see you with my own eyes. You are my purpose now, y/nâ
He said it again. The same sentiment that surprised you before. Your heart was so full in that moment.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner" He remorsefully spoke. "Its my job to protect you, and I almost failed you. It'll never happen again"
You shake your head. He didn't need to apologize. He was here now and that's all that mattered.
âIâve never been happier to see someoneâs face in my entire lifeâ you say, continuing to admire his features. You bring your hand to cup the side of his face. He closed his eyes gently as a result of your caress. Your skin against his was so mesmerizing...so new to you...so new to him. You halted your gaze this time at his lips and then looked back to his eyes. He was looking at your lips too.
Neither of you had to say another word. An unspoken desire between the two of you was about to be fulfilled. His finger guided your chin closer to him.
The silence was so loud. The lack of troopers and personnel on the ship was haunting, yet somehow incredibly peaceful. The beating of your heart was beginning to fill that silence in your ears. It beat rapidly in response to your near death experience in addition to being this close to him. Being completely alone and intimate with him.
You leaned in to him with his guidance. As your lips just barely brushed against his, you took a sharp breath in. The skin on his lips was supple and warm. As you fully pressed your mouth against his, you fell apart into his kiss. Your whole body was encased in warmth and a feeling of security from this closeness with him. His hand rested against the back of your neck and pulled you closer into the kiss, if that was even possible. Even though you were truly alone, this kiss alone made it feel like you and him were the only two people left in the whole galaxy.
You never wanted to pull away from him. You both waited so long for this moment.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that" He whispered, as the kiss finally broke.
"I do, Din. Trust me I do" You giggled. You were captivated by the feeling that this kiss had left with you.
He pulled his head back to take another look at you.
"Let's get you home" He said, before standing to his feet.
Even weak from his battle wounds, he scooped you up into his arms, and carried you back to the Razor Crest.
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Itâs easier this way.
You donât have the time to go out on dates and see the galaxy. And youâre honestly not sure that youâre in the right mindset to do that even if you could. This is perfect exactly the way it is. Poeâs your best friendâhe gives you everything that you could ever need emotionally. And he gives you everything you could ever need physically. Everyone on base jokes about the two of you being a couple, and they donât even know about the benefits that the two of you agreed upon sharing. Itâs the next best thing. And it works.
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A/n: This was a request by a Anon. I hope this provided some happiness because it pretty damn fluffy. I had fun writing this and its a great time to say that my requests are open. Shout out to the amazing @paulaweasley8 for the list of Mandoâa phrases/expressions. It made a huge difference to have Din speaking in his native lanuage. Enjoy
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Translations:
Ni cabuor gar - I will protect you
ner dral verd - my strong warrior
Everything seemed to be spinning when you woke up; you nearly crashed into the wall or a door three times today because of it. It was as if someone decided to shake your head and turn it into a smoothie. Everything was too bright or too loud or too energy-consuming. It didnât stop you; someone would literally have to tie you down for that to happen. You moved around the ship with more caution. The little one seemed to be completely ignorant of your current ailment, running back and forth, chasing the metal ball, shrieking with joy. He would pop out from behind cans and cases, playing a one-man-hide-and-seek.
You hadnât bothered taking your temperature with one of the fancy thermometers Din had bought in a frenzy when the Child had the flu: you were sick.
You werenât one to get sick often. You had a tolerant immune system or something; it probably didnât hurt that you werenât usually on a planet long enough to catch any local diseases. But, when you eventually fell ill, it was bad -more than bad. You were nauseous as hot flashes ran through your body like blaster shots, causing you to bend over in pain. You rocked back and forth on your heels, trying to eradicate it. Nothing seemed to help.
You could tell Din.
Who were you kidding? You werenât about to do that.
You loved Din; there wasnât any debate there. You thought it was unfair, though, for you to be bothering him for a meager illness. He had walked minutes after almost dying. He wouldnât laugh at you or make you feel stupid, but it didnât stop the thoughts from creeping in and pitching their tent at the forefront of your mind. If he could be fine after almost dying multiple times, you would be fine with a simple headache.
You were not fine.
Bending over in the small kitchenette sink -the Refresher didnât have any non-shower options-, you splashed a handful of water over your face, not caring if it got into your hair or on your clothes. Your hair was already matted down by sweat, and your clothes stuck to your body like a second spin. You raised your head only to lower it quickly. As soon as you had tried to stand straight, the room whirled like a rollercoaster and you felt your stomach leap into your throat.
You turned your head as the faint whisper of your name called your attention to your left.
âAre you okay?â Your Mandalorian boyfriend asked as his helmet shifted side to side; he was analyzing you.
Shit.
You stood up straight, leaning against cabinets, flashing him or one of the three Dins that stood in front of you a quick smile, turning back to sink, collapsing against it, letting the furniture carry your weight as you tried not to hurl.
âThatâs a no,â He muttered more to himself as he quickly guided you away from the cabinet to his body.
You nearly moaned when your head hit his cool armor.
No. You had things to do. The child needed dinner. You needed to clean the sheets. You could probably do a load of laundry. When was the last time Dinâs clothes were washed? You needed to give the Child his bath; he wouldnât sleep otherwise.
âI need to-â You started.
âNo,â Din was quick to cut you off.
âWhat do you mean ânoâ? I still need to-â
âI said no. Youâre sick. Youâre tired. You look like youâre carrying the galaxy on your shoulders. So no. No kriffing wayâ He explained, running his hands through your hair; you tried not to grimace.
You must look disgusting
âDin,â You sighed, pushing away from him slightly.
You occasionally forgot that Din was a trained bounty hunter. When the days seemed to float by as the Crest bounced from planets, you didnât see the âkillerâ side of Din -he had given himself that name much to your horror. You only saw the boyfriend who raised the green wamp-rat as his son, a man who cared more about you than anyone else had. He was the annoying Din who wouldnât let you get up in the morning, the sweet Din who made you lunch even though he insisted that he couldnât cook, the father Din who would chastise the little monster when he used to pull your hair -he got better at it. You would only be reminded that you were dating a so-called âdangerousâ man when he single-handedly dragged a bounty twice his size and weight behind him. Or, now, when he pulled you into his chest firm -not enough to hurt you- to try to fight the stubbornness in your heart.
âCyare. Ni cabuor gar. even when you donât want me to. It is the greatest privilege to be the one person in the galaxy to have that honor, but you need to let me. I want to love you. I need to love you. I love you so that someday I can love myselfâ He paused, "I thought I was incapable of emotions. Like the armor I wear,â He struck the amour he was wearing harshly âBut you came, and the kid came, and suddenly I wasnât alone. And suddenly I was able to feel emotions again. So let me help you,â
"Okay,â You relented, playing with the edge of your shirt, lowering your head, avoiding his helmet; you hadnât meant to be stubborn, and you didnât want to invalidate his feelings.
âNever lower your head to me, ner dral verd, or to anyone. Even when youâre tired. I donât crave your submission. Only the allowance to help you. And that isnât something to be ashamed ofâ
He tilted your head up, meeting your forehead with his. You couldnât be sure, but you felt him stare at you. Â
"I love you, Din.â
The words fell from your parched lips, and, for the first time, something felt good -right.
A/N: Iâve never written for Poe before, but for years Iâve loved him a lotâ I figured it was past due! This is just a little slice of fluff, hopefully I can start writing for him more! I hope you enjoy :) (Please note that this fic takes place before the events of TROS)
You finally carry in the last box to the slightly cramped room, placing your hands on your hips and looking around. The space was more than capable of fitting two people comfortably, but with all of your things newly placed in the empty spaces, it seemed awfully crowded.
Poe sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, grinning and pressing a kiss to your neck. You smile and turn in his embrace, facing him in the doorway of your now-shared home.
A/N: Dear anon, I already did the second prompt with Poe saying it in another drabble, so I changed the wording a little and had reader say it, if thatâs alright! Latibule is a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort.
Rating: T
Warning: After effects of torture and mind probing. Mild sexual references. A couple F-words. Sad Poe.
Word count: 847? Which is kind of drabble length?
Prompt: âHey, hey, calm down. They canât hurt you anymore.â and âI had a bad dream again.â (as requested by an anon from this list of prompts)
You had gotten so used to being woken up in the middle of the night that you no longer slept deeply like you used to. You slept so lightly, the slightest movement or noise was enough to have you stirring.
But Poe hadnât had a nightmare in a few days. You spent every night trying to stay awake and, at last, you felt comfortable enough to let yourself really rest.
The sleep coming on felt like it was going to be deeper and you were looking forward to not being tired the entire next day. Oh, yes. No more falling asleep in your cockpit or accidentally putting your lunch in the trash because youâd hallucinated that you already finished eating.
You knew it was a good rest when the noise and shuffling had to drag you awake.
âNotâŚbe intimidatedâŚâ
âSh.â You didnât realize what was going on in your sleepy haze, wanting to return to a lovely dream that involved Poe, a sunny field, and a lack of clothing.
Wait. Poe.
Poe.
âPoe!â You gasped, sitting up in an instant upon realizing that was his voice and that he was the one causing the bed to shift wildly. âPoe?â
He was writhing on the mattress, eyes shut tightly, his jaw clenched. âGet out of my head.â He nearly whimpered the words.
You should have known it would only be a matter of time. His nightmares werenât going to go away on their own, and he was too prideful to seek help. Or thatâs the way it seemed, but you could tell he just didnât want to put his problems on anyone else. He was too noble.
Wanting to put them on others or not, you were still there for him; holding him when he needed it, speaking gently when he was too wrapped up in his head to bear anotherâs touch, pretending it didnât happen the next morning.
You hated yourself for thinking in the back of your mind that it was getting repetitive, but found solace in the fact that you mostly just worried for him and wanted to help him.
If you could give him peace, you would. All you could give him was temporary comfort.
âHey, wake up.â
Just your gentle touch to his chest had him waking up in a frenzy, grabbing your wrist in a vice grip and looking at you with terrified eyes.
You refused to show the pain his grip gave you because you knew it was unintentional and he didnât need to feel guilty right now. âItâs me.â Your free hand came up to gently stroke his forearm. âItâs me.â
âY/N?â He looked so confused, squinting at you. He yanked his hand away from your wrist like it burned him and stared at it with horror. âI didnâtâŚI didnât meanâŚâ He felt guilty anyway.
âI know, itâs okay.â You took hold of his face.
âI had a bad dream againâŚI didnâtâŚâ His breath was hitching, tears in his eyes, and he was on you in an instant to hide it. His face was pressed to your neck to mask his emotion, arms wrapped around you and fingers gripping your back to feel your presence. âHe was in my fucking headâŚI canât get him out. Heâs always there.â
âHey, hey, calm down.â You ran your fingers through his hair, fighting off your own tears at his pain. âHe canât hurt you anymore.â
His head slid down to your chest and you laid back so he could be comfortable. âIâm always gonna remember how much it hurt. How much he saw. He saw you and if he ever lays a fuckingââ His words broke off, his face nuzzling further into your chest.
âIs that what you were dreaming about?â
âYeah. He was talking about you.â He scoffed. âSaid he would give you to General Hux to be trained.â
No wonder his terror came back so intensely. He despised the thought of someone getting hurt that wasnât him.
âThatâs not going to happen.â You looked down to find that his face was no longer hidden and he was gazing at you. âHow can I make you happy?â
âLet me blow up the First Order.â
âNo.â You smiled at his huff. He was calm and returning to his normal self, but you could help him along. âI could tell you what I was dreaming about.â
âOkay.â
âOkay. Well, I was there and you were there. We were in a big field on some planet.â
âWhat planet?â
âHow should I know? Anyway, we were naked in the field and you can imagine why.â
ââtell me we canââ
âIf you can find a secluded enough planet, yes, we can make it a reality.â
âI love you.â There was a deepness to his words that told you he loved you not just for the agreement, but also for being there. For comforting him. For giving him someone when he was sure he didnât need anyone. âWanna stay up âtil they serve breakfast?â
âIf you get up when itâs served and bring it to me.â
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A/N: Hypnagogic is related to the state immediately before falling asleep? I mean, reader and Poe replaced that with some good, old-fashioned banging BUT STILL
Rating: M.
Warning: Brief mention of alcohol. Long mention of sex. That means this is just smut lmao
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How would the boys react to weight gain? I have 3 different sizes of clothes in my wardrobe because i gain and lose like a yo-yo.
How would the boys react if they find you sitting on the floor in a pile of clothing, sad because nothing fits anymore?
Here you go bby! Also some are 18+
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Din Djarin
When Din walks in and sees you crying surrounded by your clothing he's instantly confused? Did they? Hurt you?? Well, technically yes they did hurt your feelings by not fucking fitting how they did a few months ago! Din's going to then start to verbally calm you down reassuring you that its completely normal to fluxuate in weight and that it holds no true merit to your person.
Javier PeĂąa
Oh he's so lost and so uncomfortable. He's not the best with tears to be honest but theres no way he can ignore his honey while they're in obvious distress. He's going to shuffle up to you and ask "what the fuck is going on?" What he can make out from your heavy sobs and hiccups is that those clothes he hasn't seen you wear in months don't fit right now. He's going to calm you down and kind of remind you that yes, you yo-yo but thats okay, and a normal occurrence for you. So if he has no issues with it, should you?
Frankie Morales
Frankie's heart breaks finding you on the ground crying about how nothing fits right. He's instantly gonna sit down in the circle of clothes with you as he quietly begins to fold the clothes that made you so upset. He's just gonna put them away for you, theres no sense in them taking up space in your closet, also if they bring you that much distress Frankie doesn't want them anywhere near you.
Ezra (prospect)
He's honestly going to internally be a bit salty at you. He sympathizes with you for sure but he kind of gets dark in his head? A bit condescending in his mind on how you're upset with your weight while he's missing a whole limb but he will never voice that, knowing it's his own personal issues and insecurities raging in his head. He's definitely going to come off a bit colder than per usual but he will still be comforting, not leaving you alone and helping you put away the clothes that got you so upset.
Max Phillips
Max is honestly so confused and like does not get it at all. He truly doesn't see a difference in how you look but the clothes don't lie. He's instantly brushing off any insecurities as he tries to calm you down. You gained some weight? So what? It's winter anyways everyone puts on a few extra pounds for warmth. He will even hypnotize you into chilling out if you're still very upset.
Pero Tovar 18+
Literally does not get it. Isn't that good that you've put on some weight? You need it when you live out in such conditions and work hard to keep a living. He's also into your softer body A LOT. While you're off being insecure over that lil extra belly pooch Tovar is in the corner trying to contain his massive boner.
Marcus Pike 18+
Marcus is absolutely so sad with you. Not due to the fact of you gaining weight, no he doesn't give a fuck about that (infact he's a sucker for soft curves and rolls) he's hurt just from the fact you think so lowly of yourself. He's instantly going to subtly seduce you after he's calmed you down. Really showing you that just because some old clothes don't fit doesn't mean his cock doesn't fit like a glove still.
Agent Whiskey
He "likes them thicker anyway darlin'" seriously, you have no reason for insecurities with Jack he's like a personal hype man anyway. The moment you look in the mirror before a negative self thought can push its way to the foreground Jack is behind you whistling and groping your ass.
Dave York 18+
This man has no time for your self doubt or insecurities. I say that in the kindess way possible, because while you see your old clothes not fitting you Dave just shrugs and is like...okay? So you fluctuated in weight? Welcome to the club? He's sympathetic in a almost tough love type of way. If you're still hunching in insecurity by the time you two go to bed he's going to have your legs thrown over his shoulder as he drills his cock into you muttering how you are "so fucking perfect".
Marcus Moreno
Oh this man is tired but that doesn't mean he doesnt have time for you. Especially if you are in any type of stress, he's there heart, body, and soul. So imagine his surprise when he has to save you from a number on some articles of clothing. He's going to immediately rationalize that, this is just a number that means literally nothing AND sizing consistency in clothes is not a thing what so ever.
Maxwell Lord
Oh he's so sad that you feel this way. He never minds what ever weight you are at but he also understands the societal pressure people face to be a certain size. He's going to comfort you by holding you close and letting you know you are worth so much more than any silly garment. He's also going to offer to take you shopping, buy you a bunch of new clothes if you want.
