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Sw dialogue prompts 20 31 33 35 45 Any of these would be good!
20. “Who did this to you?” / 31. “Stay close to me” / 35. “You will regret ever hurting her, that I promise you”
There’s screams. Only screams.
It fires blindingly in every synapse of your brain, searing and scorching through your nervous system until your own scream was nothing but one of thousands echoing in your brain.
Tears spilled hot and unrestrained across your cheeks, dripping over your chin and slipping down the column of your neck as images pierced vividly across your closed eyes.
“Stop!”
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nothing could be finer | Santiago Garcia x Reader x Frankie Morales
A/N: Yes the sequel to this is a threesome bc you love both your boys and Frankie is thinking thots. Yes they all live in the same town idk why. I write too much backstory anyway lol.
Rating: T but maybe a soft M in one little part I suppose? (Sequel will be M)
Warning: Naughty words. One brief sexual scene, not explicit. The reader’s NICKNAME is Carolina and it is not her actual name, and the reasoning is explained in this. Reader went on a bad date that she fears is breaking into her apartment but protective!Santi and protective!Frankie are there!
Word count: 4,683, apparently!! I’M SORRY
Summary: You think someone is breaking into your apartment, and your two favorite men come over to make sure it’s okay.
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Tags: @feelmyroarrrr @a-killvr-queen @mylifeliterally @bisexual-space-slut @darksideofclarke @mixtape-books @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol @damerondjarin @phoenixhalliwell @lostinwonderland314 @jennibradley @mandoplease @yougottakeeponkeepinon @the-bird-suit @dindisneydjarin
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Frankie didn’t remember dreaming about birds.
He was pretty sure that you were underneath him in a scenario that he could never repeat to you or anyone else in the real world, then you disappeared from underneath his fingertips and he was in some field and the birds were loud.
The more he tried to listen to them, the more he noticed that they sounded odd; sharp, and echoing, and computerized.
He pushed through tree branches in pursuit of this damn bird that pulled him away from you, walking out of the field and looking all around for any glimpse of the source of the sound.
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Sanguinello
Santiago Garcia x Reader
Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood, violence, nightmares
South America would always harbor more beauty than any place on Earth in Santiago’s mind. The time he had spent beneath the sparkling lights in the night life of Bogota, the music that thrummed through his veins in Rio, the enticing wildlife and scenery of every jungle he had ever had to shroud himself in for a mission. All of these memories symphonize into a zone of fondness in his heart, and he had always wanted to share it with you, another profound piece of him.
He walks around the villa, looking around each corner but he can’t find you. The Colombian heat permeates everywhere, but the crisp white shirt and shorts ensemble do a good job of keeping him cool. He goes from the charming little kitchen where the smell of coffee still lingers in the air, to the bedroom where sheets are still in disarray, all the while calling for you softly as if not to disturb the delicate canopy of silence set all around the place.
Padding barefoot across the terracotta tiles, he makes his way outside into the garden. You can’t be found near the grapevines, nor the patch where tomatoes grow. But further ahead he can finally see you, standing on a ladder and reaching for an orange with a basket on your hip. The loose black dress on your body flows about you in the breeze that passes by, and Santiago thinks he’s never seen anything more ethereal.
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higher prices
CHAPTER FOUR: yellow dress
pairing: bounty hunter Poe Dameron x reader
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a/n: a little mini part that didn’t end up being that mini but I got so soft for them and oof ok I didn’t do as many read throughs as I normally do so I hope it’s okay :)))
The yellow dress was his favorite.
He didn’t know if it was because you always looked so happy when you were wearing it or if it was just because it was such a beautiful color in you, but it was his favorite by far. And when you came down the stairs that morning, shining like the radiant princess you were, he thought it was going to be a good day, he thought it had to be.
Looking at you now, collapsed behind the makeshift barricade he managed to set up at the doors to the cantina while you tended to the slashes that marred your legs, he wished it didn’t happen the way that it did. He wished that day was as good as it should have been…
Maybe he wouldn’t be getting you killed by the first order if that were the case.
As he knelt down next to you, his hand twitched, the memory of the way your hand felt in his as he walked along side you through the tropical heat coursing through him.
He hadn’t felt another hand in years, he kept his gloves on specifically to avoid it.
He knew it would never feel the way he wanted it to unless it was you, and he had decided that day, when he left you in tears, each one rolling off your cheeks and staining the breast of your perfect yellow dress, that he would never feel it again. And for years, he thought that was the right call.
Distancing himself from his work, from everyone in his life… he thought that was the only way to do it, to survive in this monstrous galaxy.
But his hand twitched.
It twitched, wanting to reach out, wanting to feel you again.
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Come What May Part 3
Poe Dameron x F!Reader (Moulin Rouge!AU)
Summary: You and Poe are sent undercover in order to gain information about the First Order and hope to recruit. But what begins to bloom as you and Poe continue to work closer throughout this mission? And, what happens when you happen to catch the eye of one of the most dangerous men?
Warnings: none in this chapter
A/N: Wooo finally got this chapter out! Hopefully you guys enjoy it!
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After a week or so, everything seemed to slowly work into place. No one bothered you after that day anymore, but constant bawdy gazes were still thrown your way. Sometimes it was hard, but you learned just to ignore it. Everyone who went to the Crimson Club knew not to touch you in that way now— they realized they still had the other girls, unfortunately, and they didn’t want to mess with you or the bouncers after how roughed up that guy got.
He hasn’t even come back since.
A knock is heard at your door, and after checking your appearance, you move to press the button to allow access. Standing there was Poe, his hair slicked back and a navy blue suit— a new look compared to his black suits he had been wearing. Looking down at your dress, you realized you matched unintentionally with him.
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higher prices
—CHAPTER 3: suffer
pairing: bounty hunter! Poe Dameron x reader
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a/n: oh so much pain and hurt, in my plan we’ve got two parts left? we’ll see how it actually shakes out but boy oh boy does this part hurt me :(( enjoy lol
Memories came with colors, and all of his memories with you were warm shades of orange and yellow. Yet, sat next to him in the cold cell of Qi-Te’s basement, the only color radiating from your frigid form was an indignant and stiff blue. Cold like this planet, this planet he hated more and more every second he was there.
Your attitude was just as cold as the snow now, refusing to turn to him much less speak to him since the two of you were thrown in together and he honestly couldn’t blame you for that.
He was the one who recommended the cave. He still stood by the fact that the two of you had no chance to outrun the kill squad but he was the one who opened his kriffing mouth in an attempt to save the two of you.
He thought he had it under control if he threw himself into the ring as the negotiator. But Qi-Te heard ten million credits and called the first order on his own, cutting Poe out of the deal entirely.
But who was he kidding? Had he heard ten million credits on any other bounty, he would’ve done the same, just like you had said, he was just like them.
It was sentiment that landed him here with you. It was sentiment that was going to get him killed now when the first order showed up.
And you wouldn’t even look at him.
A stiff and freezing blue.
He picked at the loose thread hanging from the white stripe on his gloves, stealing occasional glances back to you hoping to catch your eye but coming up with nothing. Fidgeting even more now, he adjusted his hands within the gloves, feeling the cool pull of leather over his calloused hands, rough and rugged.
All he could think about was the fabric of your gown beneath his hands as he pinned you into the corner of your gilded palace walls, riding it up your thighs and letting his pure, soft grip maneuver up your exquisite skin... The two of you had been so young. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was that happy.
The last time he saw a color as bright as the energy your radiated with your smile when your lips pulled from his.
“I’m sorry.” He admitted, keeping his gaze securely angled towards his lap and the thread of the striped gloves he kept pulling at. He didn’t look up to know his words had caught your attention, managed to turn you back to him. He didn’t need to look up, he could feel it.
“For what? Getting me shot, or recaptured, or probably publicly executed by the first order? Which part are you sorry for, exactly Dameron? Or are you just sorry that you ended up in here with me too?”
He shook his head, “you still think the worst of me...”
“You haven’t given me much else to go off of—“
“You’re the one who got yourself captured here in the first place, everything I’ve done since I’ve got here was to try and save your life—“
Your scoff interrupted him, “and yet you won’t tell me why—“
He ripped the thread from the glove, cutting you off instantly. But he didn’t say anything else, he just jumped to his feet and began pacing back and forth. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t skyrocket your nerves, each clank of his boots on the freezing concrete echoing in the small cell.
“You don’t collect bounties for the first order, but you sold me out to Qi-Te—“ you frantically continued to fight, not letting your nerves show.
“What else was I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know, but you don’t get to remain all high and mighty like you’re a good guy just because you wouldn’t willingly do what you’ve already done.” You snapped, adjusting on the wall and gritting your teeth as the pain came back.
“I told you I’m not a good guy—“
“Then why did you try to save me?” It was the question you kept coming back to, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Do you think you mean nothing to me?”
That rebuttal stopped your anger in its tracks, effectively silencing you where you sat as your stare stayed splayed over his face, unwavering now. And he didn’t know what he was running on but he couldn’t stop himself.
“I get it. Alright. I get why you don’t like me and I’m making no claim that I deserve your forgiveness, but can you honestly sit there and tell me that you believe I don’t still care about you?” He took a step closer to you, staring down your way as you sat, still shocked. “I don’t care about the resistance, I don’t care about Qi-Te or the goddamn war anymore, but you?”
You couldn’t find anything close to words as the same warm memories flooded your mind so he kept going.
“You want to know why I tried to save you, why I won’t turn you over to the First Order? Because you aren’t a bounty, I care about you.”
The two of you were as good as dead anyways right? What did it matter anymore?
You were the first person he ever loved, might have been the only he ever loved... that didn’t go away no matter the two different paths the two of you took after everything that happened. None of what happened was your fault, he may have been mad at everyone and everything, but not you. Never you, no matter how hard he tried to lump you into the resistance he had such a distaste for.
Not even when you did something stupid enough to land you in this situation in the first place, he just didn’t think he was capable of it.
Stars, did you really have nothing to say?
Was that terrified look on your face really warranted? Had you not maintained the same feelings all this time, did you really still hate him after he left—
“That was a good speech Dameron.”
As if his luck hadn’t been bad enough, hearing Q-Te’s disgusting drawl was the last thing he needed.
He turned around slowly, careful to keep himself between the door and you, “listen—“
“I didn’t know you even had a heart, it’s touching, honestly.”
He gave a quick swallow and tried to return his normal stone-cold self, but it was no use, he could see the storm of ideas brewing in his head. “You don’t understand—“
“No...” Qi-Te peered around to where you sat and his smirk grew on his lips. “But I’d like to.”
His whistle was quick, but the punch from the goons at his side seemed to come even faster, before he knew it, his head was hitting the cold concrete floor.
The next time he woke up was to a freezing pail of water being thrown at him. He flinched, trying to get away from it as the cold flooded through him, but quickly found himself restrained, his hands above his head and his toes barely touching the ground, feet bound to the floor by a chain. He tried to pull his eyes open, but was hit by the bright light of the cantina and clenched them back shut.
If only it was that simple though...
Qi-Te gripped his face with his hand full of rings and forced his eyes back open. “Oh you won’t want to miss this, pretty boy Dameron.”
He did want to miss it though, as soon as he peeled them open, he found you tied up opposite him, hung from the ceiling just like him, and your shirt torn open... he flinched away again but he couldn’t get very far, with the disgusting hand still gripping at his chin and holding his stare towards where you hung.
“Just when we thought nothing could break the perfect hunter—“
“Stop—“
“All it took was a pretty princess—“
“Don’t—“
The grip tightened, turning his face down towards Qi-Te and his disgusting snarl. “This is what happens to those who betray me.”
Then another punch came, but he managed to maintain his consciousness this time around, almost wishing he hadn’t. Because all he wanted was for this to be a dream. He wanted it not to be you hanging, vulnerable and open to Qi-Te and his filthy hands as he slowly approached you.
“Stop—“
“How did a hunter like you find yourself a woman like this, huh?” He seethed, gently tracing his hands over the length of your arm, stopping at your injured shoulder and squeezing at the burned skin to wake you up with a scream falling from your lips. “I did my research on her after you told us the absolute gift we stumbled into and she is way out of your league—“
“Poe...” the sound fell so exhaustedly from your lips as your eyes fluttered open on the tail end of your scream and his heart shattered.
“Do whatever you want to me, Qi, but don’t—“
Qi-Te put his thumb into your wound and you screamed again. The sound was worse than he could have ever imagined and he had no way not to hear it.
“Answer my questions and I’ll stop, it’s that easy, Dameron.”
He tried to catch your eye but your stare remained everywhere but him, rapidly lifting to the ceiling as the pain rushed over you. He could tell you wanted to bite your tongue, to keep yourself quiet, to deny the monster the satisfaction of hearing your screams but you couldn’t and that just made it so much worse.
So when Qi-Te reached for your wound again, Poe broke.
“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know... just, stop.”
“See?” The man smirked, “was that so hard?”
He walked back to where Poe hung lifelessly, gripping his chin and turning his head back towards him, forcefully ripping his stare from you. There was no fight left in his tense muscles anymore, he just let Qi-Te turn him as if it were nothing.
“The princess of Kelva, where’d you meet her? Hmm?” He must have been getting off on this, knowing his history, torture like this was out of his norm. He preferred to take what he thought was his, but this was worse than even that. This was sadistic, plainly sadistic.
Dameron had heard the rumors of the mangled bodies of those who tried to double cross him, but this kind of torture was different. This was mental, he was playing with him, it was so much worse...
“In some back alley skughole? You steal her innocence next to a dumpster or—“
“Yes.”
Qi-Te landed a thud-inducing punch to his gut and it echoed across the room. “Don’t lie to me, Dameron, or I’ll hurt her again.”
“We met in Corellia, pure chance, didn’t know who she was—“ another punch as his snarled face saw straight through Poe’s rough attempt at a lie.
He knew the truth could only make things worse, he knew enough to know you mattered to him but when he found out—
“I’ll tell you where we met.” Your voice finally surged back to life, catching Qi before he could land another hit on Poe’s quickly reddening and bruising torso. “Come here and I’ll tell you everything.”
The smirk that grew on his filthy face sent a shiver down Poe’s spine, it was sickening.
“See? The princess knows how to negotiate.” He quickly stalked back your way and paced his hand around your throat this time, given a squeeze hard enough to coax a whimper from your lips but not so hard that you couldn’t talk back. “Tell me, baby.”
“We met in...” your voice trailed off as you appeared to fall unconscious agains and Qi was quick to pull his hand back and slap you to get you back awake but your head merely lolled to the side, so he tried again. But this time, you were faster, slamming your forehead against his nose and sending him stumbling back, hitting the ground with a thud to rival each of the punches he had already thrown.
“You kriffing—“
You spat again before he had the chance to even properly insult you. “Do your worst...”
“No...”Poe sighed out, heavy with the knowledge of just what his worst could entail.
Refusing to back down, you didn’t even flinch as he got back to his feet and charged you. Poe did though, he didn’t have your strength.
“We were kids, we met on Kelva.”
Qi hesitated at that, “kids?”
“Our parents were friends...” Poe continued, avoiding the stare you threw his way, sure that it was full of heat that he could no longer withstand. “We vacationed on Kelva.”
The memories of warm were flooding with his feelings of cold but he would do anything to save you.
“And let me guess? You were just a charming kid—“
“No...” he chuckled out, “she hated me for a long time.”
Those memories were red hot, charged with the seething yet playful hate that only two kids could possess for one another.
“How’d you get her to fall in love with you?”
He glanced back up to meet your stare this time, expecting heat and finding nothing but your soft eyes glancing back at him. “I came back, after I... when I was older, we had a lot in common...”
Yellow, that love was a pure yellow memory skirting his thoughts.
“And you still love her?”
“What do you want from me? Qi, you’re getting your bounty, what do you need me to spill my heart for?” He snapped, ripping his stare back from you to him.
But the man only chuckled, pulling a blade from his belt. “There’s no bounty on you... no, I’d rather be paid with the look in your eyes as I gut her right in front of you.”
“No—“
“Her bounty is dead or alive.” He snickered, “just know that you brought this on her yourself... she could have had quite the life as a slave for me, but this,” he turned to drag the knife down the bare expanse of your stomach, “this is much more fun for me and I get paid handsomely.”
“Don’t—“
“Go on,” he dug in just enough to leave a light trail of blood on his next pass over your skin, “tell her you love her, Dameron.”
He kept his mouth shut, hoping his refusal bought himself more time. More time to do something, he didn’t know what but he had to do something...
“You won’t get another chance, Dameron, come on, tell her.”
He glanced to you, hoping to find some clue on your face, something you had prepared to get the two of you out of there but there was nothing but the foreign look of fear coating your brow. He had to do something. What the hell could he—
“Come on, look at her, Dameron,” he rubbed his filthy hand over your stomach once more, “she’s shaking with anticipation, just look at her.”
That was the problem, he was looking at you, and that only made it hurt so much more—
Your legs. Your legs weren’t tied like his were. You were dangling but you weren’t tied down. They must have figured with your injury that they were unnecessary, or they underestimated you. Poe knew better than that.
He locked his eyes back with yours and gave a desperately pleading stare, begging for your full attention as he spoke. “I remember the day I fell in love with you... we were out by the shore, do you remember that?”
Your brow furrowed, clearly your brain gears turning a parsec a minute but you weren’t there yet and the knife was only getting closer.
“With your guards all around, we barely had any time to ourselves.” He tried again, nodding his head slowly to try and reinforce each and every word. It still wasn’t clicking for you. “You always had the best moves...”
There it was. Like a light turning in above your head, it finally clicked for you.
That day was far from the day he fell in love with you, but it was the only day he could think of that made his point.
The two of you couldn’t have been more than 15 when he stumbled upon you training with your guards. He rambled on for days about your most impressive move, meant to be performed in case of emergency even in your ceremonial gowns... a quick attack to squeeze the life out of an attacker with your legs around their neck.
He even let you try it on him once, but that ended very differently.
“Tell me about her best move, Dameron, I want all the details.” Qi-Te practically licked his lips at the suggestion, still tracing light circles on your skin with the knife.
But Poe only gave you one last nod as he watched your grip on the chain overhead tighten.
“It went a bit like this.” You spoke weakly, getting his attention back for one second before you used all the strength you had left in your one good arm to lift yourself enough to wrap your legs around his neck and catch him.
He fought, slicing up your leg as he struggled but you maintained your grip until he took a final heaving breath and collapsed in your grasp.
A princess who couldn’t defend themself wasn’t much of a leader, you had told him way back when, as kids running through the water of the perfect white sand shoreline, fighting with splashes of water. It was around then when he thought he fell in love with you. Everything he did since then just ruined it.
He was sixteen, he was a dumb kid who just had everything he ever believed about who he was or who his parents were was shattered when he overheard the conversation between you and Leia that fateful evening. He was angry and he ran, leaving you and everything he ever knew behind trying to find a life where he could forget it all...
He loved you and he ran.
This was the life he picked for himself and he couldn’t even save you from it.
“Now what?” You gasped, out of breath and with a heaving chest.
“I’m so sorry—“ he sighed out, shaking his head as he became overwhelmed with emotions he had shut himself off from for so long.
You shook your head too though, “Forget that, what now?”
Forget that? How was he supposed to forget that? Was this really all just a throwaway for you?
“Poe, we need to leave—“
“For everything—“
“The first order will be here any minute for me, Poe, come on.” You began jostling in your overhead restraints trying to find away to free yourself, not caring about him still stuck in the past just a few feet from you.
Everything he became disgusted you, he knew that. Why would any sort of life saving confession change anything.
He remembered when he first saw you and the resistance after he left, nearly ten years later. You had grown into the most aggressive resistance spy and fighter there was, doing it all while never losing that royal beauty you had been born with. You lost your planet to the First Order and held your head high, still ready to fight and when he heard the truth about his parents he ran away scared and became what he was now.
You didn’t care about him anymore.
He tried so hard to distance himself from you, from everyone, it worked... he had to accept that now.
He fought against his restraints now, not seeing any room for movement and turning back to you, “I don’t know but there’s no way we’ve got much time.”
You nodded, glancing down to kick at Qi-Te’s motionless body and trying to find the blade with the toes of your boots, but even that was too far out of your reach. “Dammit.” You cursed as you stretched and contorted your body in painful twists to try for it again but it was no use. “What the kriff am I supposed to—“
The doors were kicked open, and both of you flinched, figuring that was the fate you had been stalling coming in full force through the doors, but instead, you found a rolling droid of grey, blue and white stripes. The same stripes that adorned his hair, gloves and belt.
“BB-H8!” Both you and Poe let out in excitement as the droid rolled in beeping.
But Poe’s face fell when he listened to exactly what the beeps were saying, yours twisting into a desperate confusion. “What?”
“The First Order just landed.” He sighed, gesturing with a head nod for BB to move to help but the droid rolled to him first and he shook his head. “No, her first.”
What he said in the cell was true, even if you didn’t care.
He still cared about you, and you saw that plain as day when you met his eyes.
Now, if only that was enough to save the two of you.
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“Anakin/Kylo/[random EU darksider] turned to the Dark Side because of past trauma/people being mean/bad influences. Circumstances made him evil, and therefore it’s not actually his fault or his responsibility and he deserved so much better.”
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
Yeah, no.
… And in the end he’s still smiling, rooted firmly in the Light.
Obi-Wan Kenobi’s life is an absolute nightmare and the foil to every claim that living through terrible things justifies choosing to Fall.
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dar’manda | Din Djarin x Reader
A/N: Please don’t hate me and also this song is the mood.
Rating: T
Warning: VERY heavy angst. A fairly graphic fight scene but it is not too detailed. Light sexual references. Naughty words.
Word count: 2,924, apparently!!
Summary: You and Din hunt a quarry only to discover it was all an elaborate set up.
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Tags: Open if people want me to continue this little fic :)
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“I will get you out of this,” was Mando’s promise as you were marched into a building with stuncuffs on your wrists.
It all started with a puck from Greef, who seemed pretty eager as he told you both that it was apparently a tough quarry no one had managed to capture and that made the reward pretty high, which meant Mando was the perfect guy for the job.
This, of course, stroked the bounty hunter’s ego despite the only noticeable evidence of that being him shifting in his seat a little.
You agreed that a bounty this big would need you as a possible backup or distraction as he put it and that you would need to leave the Child somewhere he wouldn’t run amok or possibly be harmed.
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Poe gently touching Finn’s lower back is sending me
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Tear You Apart : Poe Dameron x Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Excerpt: “He had never let another person mark him before, and fuck, he was enjoying it.”
Warnings: Suggestive but no real smut, cursing. That’s it?
Request: Someone is jealous/hurt + “You didn’t have to do this, you know.” by @wheresthewater
“You didn’t have to do this, you know.”
Poe scoffed. You could feel his breath, hot and heavy against your shoulder. He was so close to you, you could smell the lingering scent of his soap mixed with a little bit of sweat, and was that sweet musk a hint of spice or something else? You couldn’t tell, but knowing him, you figured so.
“Of course I did. Did you see the way he was looking at you?”
“Hux isn’t going to be happy.”
“As if I give a shit. He needs to know that you belong to me.”
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From the prompt list, can you do “I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you.” And “Shh. Don’t cry.” Din? I need protective! Soft! Din 🥺
character: Din Djarin
prompts: “I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you.” and “Shh. Don’t cry.” from a prompt list that’s since been deleted!
warnings: mentions of death, reflections on trauma, nightmares
rating: PG-14
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You like to pretend that everything’s okay. You’ve never told anyone that your past still haunts you everyday, and that even when you’re with the person you love the most in this galaxy, those dark memories come to mind. It wasn’t easy to grow up as a slave to the Empire, having to watch them kill your parents as a means of punishment while enduring all kinds of torture because of your family’s rebel history. But you survived.
Surviving isn’t the kind of blessing people think it should be.
Everyday, you live with that guilt. You know most of the people you were enslaved with didn’t get out like you did—including your parents. It weighs so heavily on your shoulders, and you haven’t been willing to give part of the burden to anyone else. You already feel as if you’ve taken enough from others.
And Din... he’s suffered enough himself. You’re not the only one who watched your parents die. He’s been through a lot himself. You know he wants to help you and protect you—you’ve known that from the moment he found you practically starving in a marketplace and asked you to help him with the child—but you refuse to impose your dark past onto him. Din knows about it, but he doesn’t know how deeply it affects you.
Until tonight.
You sit up quickly, your chest heaving as you attempt to get the air into your lungs. Watching your parents die in front of you the first time was hard enough, but you’ve now had to witness it for the umpteenth time—and it hits even harder. Tears brim your eyes and you refuse to let them fall. You won’t be weak, not like you were then. You’ll just catch your breath and then pretend to sleep until Din wakes up.
Sadly, you’ve already woken him. “Hey, you okay?” Din’s modulated voice asks from beside you. You turn to face him, and immediately you watch as his helmet tilts down at you in sympathy. “What’s wrong?” His tone is now full of worry and panic.
You swallow back your cries, still insistent upon being strong as you try to even out your breathing. It’s not working. “I-I’m okay,” you try to convince him. “Just—I’m j-just—.”
“You’re not okay,” Din insists, his gloveless hands reaching out to take yours. He observes their trembling, and you stare down at them to keep yourself composed. “Please don’t lie to me, cyar’ika. Let me help.”
You attempt to take another deep breath, instead wheezing because of your lack of air and your struggle to keep your cries contained. Din immediately places his hands on either side of your face, forcing you to look up at him. He shakes his head slowly at you.
“You had a nightmare, didn’t you?” Din’s voice is so soft that it barely passes through his modulator. You finally offer a nod, and Din runs a thumb over your cheek in silent praise of your cooperation. “It was about your past, wasn’t it?”
At the sound of Din’s confirmation, you feel your walls beginning to break down. The tears become more evident, and no matter how much you try to hold them back, you know he can see them now. You still can’t breathe properly, and the effort to keep everything away is burning your chest and throat. Din catches a tear that’s escaped your eye with his thumb, and he gives his helmet another shake as he pulls you against his chest. You feel a sob emerge as you bury your face into the material of his shirt.
“Shh. Don’t cry.” Din’s modulated voice is surprisingly soft as he strokes your head with his hand. “Just breathe, cyare. In and out. With me.” You do as he says, feeling the rise and fall of his chest and forcing yourself to breathe in sync with it. When he feels you relaxing more, Din praises you. “There you go. Good girl, cyar’ika. Let yourself breathe.”
Once you completely catch your breath, you find yourself sighing, closing your eyes as you still hold tight to Din’s body. “I’m sorry.” Your apology can barely be heard, yet Din must pick it up, since he answers you.
“You have nothing to apologize for.” Din gives your head another stroke. “You’ve always comforted me through my nightmares. I was starting to wonder how you didn’t have any of your own.”
“I... I should’ve told you.” You heave out a breath. “It haunts me, Din. Everyday. Every night. I see it all happening again—my parents, the torture, everything.” You pause, and Din doesn’t speak. He lets you continue. “Then, when I wake up from the nightmare, I have to go about my day and remember it again because it’s always gonna be on my skin.” You wince at the mentioning of your scars. All the various tools they’d used on you left deep marks that have lasted over the years. Each one is a reminder of those dark times—of your past weakness. “I should’ve done something. I should’ve been able to help more people. I... I shouldn’t have survived.”
“I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you.” Din practically growls the words. You know his protectiveness is only growing—and it’s just what you need to hear in this moment. “You did all you could. The Empire never made it easy to resist. You can’t blame yourself for doing what you had to. That’s what your parents would have wanted.” Din pauses to give your head another stroke. “You’re never going to have someone do that to you again. You have my word.”
You nod against his chest, only holding him tighter as a final tear falls from your eye. You’re desperate for his touch, his reminder that you truly aren’t alone in this anymore. “Please don’t let go.” Your voice is a whimper in your desperation.
“Never, cyar’ika.” Din rests his helmet against your head in further reassurance. “You’ll always have me.” Only then can you finally let a small smile spread across your lips, and your dark memories finally start to subside as you instead daydream about your life with Din—no longer having to fear the dangers of the galaxy.
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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader
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You felt lighter than you had in weeks.
The semester was going well. Graduation was just a few months away. Your sister Tallie announced she was pregnant, her baby coming in the fall. The only thing that had the potential to turn your mood was Poe, but even that had been going well.
You talked more. You hadn’t been over to his place since he bent you over his table the previous week, but you were talking to him nearly everyday. You texted often and stayed up way too late talking to him. You were enjoying it, but you knew you had to be cautious as you fell deeper into attachment.
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