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I didn't know, marc used to have this type of hairstyle?

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Together Apart

DARK PLATONIC Hannigram (Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham NBC) x Reader

Minors, do not interact

Author’s Note: N/A

Type: Restored

Description: Never assume anything. Never trust strangers. Especially ones that leave generous tips and exchange friendly smiles.

Word Count: 1,190

Warnings: Moderate to severe descriptions of wounds, blood, violence, kidnapping, unhealthy relationship, needles, sedation

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“I think I would like to try the buttermilk oolong. No sugar, please.”

“Oh, trying something new are we, Mr. Lecter?” You grinned, ringing up the single order of tea. 

Hannibal offered a smile in return , making sure to place a coil of neat bills in your tip jar when your back was turned. “Variety adds spice to life. And yesterday, you were quite right in saying you make an excellent matcha latte. I doubt I will taste one better any time soon.”

Your regular’s praise brought another wide smile to your face as you started measuring out the perfect amount of tea. “You’re much too kind, Mr. Lecter.”

You were such a delight. Always cordial, well-groomed, dutifully studious and hardworking. Not to mention you had a real talent in the kitchen of the local cafe a few blocks away from Hannibal’s psychiatry practice. It was fitting to have someone of your caliber by his family’s side; it was clear your own family was either not in the picture or they simply took you for granted. 

Why should Hannibal not try to provide the life you so clearly deserved? Perhaps it was that line of thinking that drove him to the disillusionment that you would eagerly appreciate such a rare gift. 

He could not have been more wrong, in the days to come he could not have done more to make you absolutely incensed and uncontrollable. 

“Hannibal?” Will poked his head into his husband’s kitchen, face looking quite pallid. “They’re not eating.”

Placing the dishes he had used to cook your evening meal in the dishwasher, Hannibal lightly bit the inside of his cheek. “Are they unable to eat? Or are they unwilling?”

Giving an exasperated sigh, Will motioned for him to come and see for himself. Brow furrowed, he walked into the room where you had been securely tied, arms securely bound behind your back. You looked up at Hannibal as he entered, fixing him with a hateful scowl. 

“You’re being a disdainful brat.” He said, keeping his voice calm. Using both hands, he hauled you up off of the floor, sitting you at the edge of your new oak bed. “You will need your energy if you are going to…adapt.”

Will held out the tray of food, keeping a comfortable distance away from you. “You might want to be careful–”

“Nonsense.” Hannibal insisted, grabbing a chunk of bread from the platter. Returning his attention to you, he held the food against your lips. “I would not stoop so low as to poison food. This is good, you have my promise.”

Your mouth opened wide as you clamped down on Hannibal’s prone fingers. Giving a pained hiss, he tried to draw back, but you ground your teeth until Will pulled you off with a harsh tug. 

Whipping back around, Hannibal was seething, holding onto his bloodied hand “You little–!”

Giving him an amused smile, you relaxed in Will’s grasp, silently goading him on. Brushing his hair back out of his face, Hannibal took a few quick breaths before straightening his posture. It was obvious you were trying to rile him up on purpose and he would not be party to your whims. 

He was more disciplined than that.

“Will,” he said calmly, his features becoming still, “let them go. We…will try again later.”

Hesitantly, his husband pulled away, following Hannibal out of your room, not forgetting to lock the door behind them. 

Falling back onto the bed, you could hear their voices fade away into the recesses of your kidnapper’s apartment. Fear and betrayal had made you wild with grief and an unrelenting desire for vicious atonement. 

You should have known better than to accept a ride home from a patron; truthfully you only knew him as a regular. Five days a week he would frequent the cafe you worked at in the early morning and late evenings. In that time you would have liked to think that Hannibal Lecter was nothing more than a wealthy and eccentric man that took delight in making your day with generous tips and friendly banter. 

There had been a handful of instances in your young life where you had become privy to the more sinister side of humanity; experiences such as your own should have made spotting someone so conniving and deadly, relatively straightforward. But in speaking with him and all those friendly exchanges, you had seen no harm in letting Hannibal drive you home after a particularly exhausting day. 

Your head still throbbed where he had struck you aside the head. 

Though your body ached and was in dire need for rest, such luxuries could not be afforded when your very life was at stake. Sliding off of the bed, you took in your surroundings, keeping an eye out for anything sharp, but it seemed Hannibal Lecter and his husband had confiscated anything that could have been used as a weapon or tool.

 Besting either of them in a brawl was nothing but an unrealistic fantasy; you would have to find a way to escape without detection. 

Not one to surrender in the face of insurmountable circumstances, you shifted your arms back in front of you. In the absence of anything pointed, you resorted to biting at the thick ropes that constricted your arms. It took hours of relentless pulling and grating your skin against the rough material of the rope to loosen the bonds. The blood that dripped from your abrasive wounds, offered some slickness that aided you in working yourself free. While finally able to move in full, you felt somewhat numb and tingly. In looking at your arms, you could see the vigor of your efforts had split the skin down to the tissue and then some. 

Paying no mind to the dull tenderness, you turned to the one grand window that seemed to offer the promise of freedom. Your fingers fumbled with the locks, digits trembling as you tugged the first latch open. As you did, an ear-splitting alarm sounded through the room, catching you entirely off guard. Trying to shake off the shock, you tried desperately to pry open the second lock. 

From behind, you could hear the door slam open, followed by two sets of hurried footsteps. Hannibal’s arms gently wrapped around your midsection, hauling you backwards as Will quickly shut the window, effectively shutting off the alarm. 

“No, no no!” 

In Hannibal’s unusually light grasp you thrashed violently, biting and kicking at anything within reach. 

“Will, darling?” Hannibal gave an uncomfortable wheeze. “The medicine if you please.”

“Of course.” He said, digging something out of his back pocket. “Try and hold them still.”

His movements were swift, giving you no time to protest or try to fend off Will’s advancement. You could feel something thin pierce the flesh of your thigh before being retracted. Unable to form words, you could only watch through lidded eyes as your body became utterly useless. 

“That’s it, angel.” Hannibal whispered, laying you on your bed. “Let the medication do its work. Let yourself rest and we will try again tomorrow….You really are so much better than this…”

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Not A Child And Not My Job

Yandere BAU x reader

Warning- Delusional BAU, Gaslighting, Yelling, Drugging, allusions to stalking if you squint, forced regression if you squint, couldn’t do much with Penelope cause she doesn’t come to the other places with the team, didn’t add elle

(I tried something new towards the end, the writing gets sloppy to signify the readers thoughts being blurred by the drugs please let me know what you think about that)

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Labyrinth is one of my favourite films ever. I never get bored of it. I love that one of its message's is never let go of childish things or friendships. Never be ashamed of what they meant to you as you get older.

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Yandere Miguel (Forced Age Regression)

You were strapped to a chair with a cloth tied around your mouth to stop you from making noise.

You were at a dining table as Miguel sat on the table and put his feet either side of your chair, towering over you.

"Now, babygirl. I want you to know that I never wanted to hurt you, I care about you, a lot. But, I didn't take into account that you're not that bright up there. And that's okay, my darling. It just means daddy needs to do the thinking for you. You've been a bad girl lately, little one. Not eating when daddy says, not listening to me or trying to run away. So, now daddy has to give you some special medicine." He said as you felt tears in your eyes while looking at him.

"It'll just be a small pinch, darling. I know you can be brave." He whispered getting off the table and bringing out a small box. 

He opened it and brought out a needle before administering it into your upper arm making you cry softly. 

"Shh, there we go, my brave girl. Now, daddy has to give you this everyday, I know it hurts but I also know how brave you are, isn't that right?" He asked leaning forward to kiss away one of your tears. 

He slowly untied the cloth around your mouth. 

"Please, Miguel stop this." You whispered as you cried. 

"Shh, baby it's okay. Daddy's gonna take care of all of this." He whispered reaching forward to hold your face in his hand. 

"I'm not a child! And I'm sure as hell not your fucking daughter, you sicko!" You screamed before he grabbed your face roughly. 

"Now, that's not language a little girl like you should be using! You will apologise or I'm sending you straight to your room without dinner." He warned as you glared at him. 

"What the hell was that medicine you gave me?" You growled as he sighed again.

"So many questions, little one. Why can't you just trust daddy?" He asked as you looked away from him.

"No, you just drugged me. How on earth could I trust you?" He asked as he suddenly came closer to your face.

He grabbed your face again and you could see the psychotic look in his eyes.

"Now, listen here. If you keep going on like this I'm going to have a special punishment for my little girl. I will slice open your throat, pierce your voice box, let you bleed out just to the point you think you're going to die and then bring you back scared with no voice. Daddy doesn't like scaring you, baby. But sometimes you make it hard, don't you?" He asked as you looked at him in fear, you knew his threat was real.

"So, now that I've gotten that out of the way. Are you going to be a good girl and have some dinner with me?" He asked, staring into your eyes as you nodded a little.

"Use your words, darling." He said running his finger down the side of your face.

"Yes..." You replied making him smile.

"Now there's a good girl." 

--

You sat at the table, thankful he had taken away your restraints. 

You slowly ate your dinner across from Miguel. 

"See? Isn't it nice when I treat you well?" He said as you kept your head down and nodded.

"Come on, sweetheart. Can you give me a little smile?" He asked as you looked up and smiled a little.

"Good girl, you're such a pretty girl. I'll let you pick a movie after dinner if you finish your dinner, darling." He said as you looked back down and continued eating.

You eventually finished and Miguel took your plate.

"That's a good girl, go get comfy and choose a movie I'm just going to clean up. Make sure it's nothing scary okay, baby? I don't need you up all night." He said as you rolled your eyes and went over to the couch and sat down.

You eventually picked out a movie, a comedy that was 'pg' and waited for Miguel.

He eventually came back and sat on the couch, pulling you into him.

"Let me know if you're falling asleep, love. You still need to shower and brush your teeth." He said as you nodded a little and leant against him, you were too tired to fight.

You knew whatever Miguel had given you was making you tired.

"Darling, don't fall asleep you need a shower." Miguel said gently shaking you awake.

"Too tired." You muttered cuddling into him more.

He smiled and stroke a hand through your hair.

"Okay, baby. Daddy will carry you to bed soon, you can shower in the morning." He whispered kissing your forehead.

"Say goodnight to me, baby. Don't be a naughty girl." He said as you kept your eyes closed still exhausted.

"Goodnight, daddy."

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Platonic Yandere Miguel

You were on the floor staring up at Miguel in fear, his giant statue towering over you.

You looked away for a second to try and catch your breath and he snapped his fingers.

"I didn't say you could look away, eyes on me!" He shouted as your eyes snapped back to his face.

"I didn't try to escape, you piece of shit!" You screamed before he grabbed you by the collar, lifted you off the ground and slammed you against the wall, winding you.

"Now, mi hija. Is that how I taught you to talk to your father?" He whispered in your face as you felt tears in your eyes.

"You're not my dad." You muttered before his hand curled around your throat.

You gripped his wrist, trying to pry his hand off you.

"No, darling? I'm not? Would you rather I be like your real father, baby? You remember him don't you, the man I rescued you from. You want me to be like him? Do you remember the punishments he gave you?" He asked in a condescending tone as tears ran down your cheeks as you fought for breath.

Just before you passed out he released his grip a little to let you breath.

"Answer me, mi hija. Do you want me to do what he used to do?" He asked, his hand still around your throat, not enough to choke you but enough to keep you in place.

"No..." You whispered with a hoarse voice as he smiled.

"Good, I didn't think so. Until you're ready to apologise, you're staying in your room. I'll give you a chance to apologise right now and we can avoid the punishment." He said as you looked away from him.

He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

"Uh uh, eyes on me." He warned as you looked into his eyes.

"Sorry..." You muttered as chuckled softly.

"That's not going to cut it, darling." He said as he let go of you.

"Apologise properly." He said looking at you expectantly.

You slowly sank down to your knees and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry for disobeying you, father." You muttered as a big smile formed on his face.

He reached down and held your cheek in his hands.

"Buen trabajo hija mía." He whispered before helping you stand up.

"You see? I treat you well when you behave. Go sit down and watch some TV and I'll order some dinner for us." He said as you nodded and went to the couch.

After Miguel ordered dinner he sat beside you on the couch.

You slowly leant over and placed your head on his shoulder, he smiled and wrapped an arm around you.

"There's a good girl."

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Yandere Miguel O'Hara

(MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING, ABUSE)

With a piece of fabric wrapped tightly around your mouth and your hands tied together, Miguel had you thrown over his shoulder.

His claws digging into your back as you screamed and cried, trying to break free. But, the more you fought the more his claws tore into your skin.

You sobbed as Miguel kept quiet, he made it back to his apartment and threw you onto the floor, making you cry in pain.

"You're a clever little girl, I'll give you that. I really didn't think you could escape here after all the measures I went to to keep you here." He said as you looked up at him with tears streaming down your face.

He knelt down and gripped your chin roughly.

"You tried to escape the only person who cares about you, Y/N. Is that how stupid you are? Do you really think anyone else wants this? Wants you?" He asked in a condescending tone as you continued to cry.

"You're a fucking mess, darling. Trying to kill yourself, having breakdowns or panic attacks, using food as a coping mechanism... You think anyone wants that? That's why you're so lucky to have me. Yet, you run away. Like a stupid little bitch." He growled before slapping you hard across the face. You yelped under the gag around your mouth and cried even more.

He untied your hands and the gag around your mouth.

"Stop... Please." You whispered as Miguel chuckled softly.

"Babydoll, I haven't even started and you're ready begging?" He taunted as you cried and looked at him.

"This isn't love, nothing about this is love." You whispered making him chuckle again.

"Who said anything about love? This is just possession, sweetheart. I own you, you're mine and you obey me and this is what happens when you don't listen." He replied before he gripped your chin again.

"God, you're so pathetic. Now, I'm a little angry after everything you've put me through. So, I'm going to punish you and let myself release this tension you caused. And if you're a good girl and don't complain I'll give you some dinner after but if you try to go against me you'll be starved, understood?"He said, his tone was so calming and gentle compared to his words.

"I understand."

--

You laid on the ground with blood on your face as you tried your best to stay awake.

Miguel looked down at you and wiped your blood from his hands.

"Get your breath back, baby. I'm going to get the first aid and I'll stitch you up." He said as your shakily breathed in and out and watched him leave from where your head was rested on the floor.

You began to cry again as you entire body ached from Miguel's punishment.

He returned a few minutes later and helped you sit on the bed as he began to bring out first aid supplies.

"Those scratches will need stitches, baby." He said as you nodded a little.

He began to stitch up the wounds from his claws in your arms as you cried through the pain.

"Shh, baby. I'm almost done. You're such a good girl, aren't you?" He cooed to you like you were a dog.

"I'm tired." You whispered after a while before Miguel bandaged up your wounds.

"Oh, I know my sweet girl. After this I'm going to feed you then get you into bed, how does that sound?" He asked as you kept your eyes away from him.

He always did this after he hurt you, acted like you were the most precious person in the world.

"I don't like this..." You whispered as he looks at you.

"What do you mean, sweetie? Are the bandages too itchy?" He asked calmly as you looked at him and shook your head.

"No... I don't like you hurting me." You whispered tears still in your eyes as he sighed.

"Baby, we've been over this. If you were good and just listened I wouldn't have to do this. I know you don't understand any of it but it's for your own good. Can you please just trust me with this, baby? You just need to be a good girl for me and you won't get hurt, okay?" He asked as you snuffled and nodded.

"Yes... I'll be good." You replied making him smile and rub your leg.

"Good girl, you're so perfect. You just forget sometimes and that's okay, baby. I just have to show you how to be better, don't I?" He said as you kept your eyes on him and nodded.

"Can we have dinner now?" You asked as he leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

"Of course, my sweet girl. Come on."

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MOON KNIGHT (2022) episode 4 + callbacks

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🕷dads

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platonic yandere Miguel & peter, that has a adopted kidnapped daughter, that has really bad ptsd? and they try to like comfort her in any way they can, but can't because reader doesn't like, any kind of physical touch or affection. and so they like gently drug her so she's woozy, and can't really think properly and they take advantage of that and just cuddle with her.

Miguel saw you asleep on the couch and smiled softly.

It had taken so long for you to feel safe around him and Peter.

There was still a long way to go but at least you weren't trying to run away anymore.

Miguel knelt beside the couch and gently ran his hand through your hair.

You nuzzled into his hand a little, making him smile.

But then you opened your eyes and woke up, quickly scurrying away from him.

"Sweetheart, it's okay! It's just me!" He said before you quickly ran to your room and slammed the door.

Miguel sighed as he saw Peter coming through the door with groceries.

���Everything okay, where’s Y/N?” He asked as Miguel stood up and helped Peter with the bags he was holding.

“I tried to get close to Y/N when she was sleeping but she freaked out so she locked herself in her room.” Miguel muttered as he started putting the groceries away.

"I know you might not agree with this but I thought maybe we could give her something that makes her drowsy. That way when we comfort her she won't be able to run away, it'll be like exposure therapy. It sounds harsh but she'll slowly see we aren't trying to hurt her." Peter suggested as Miguel found the sleeping pills he had bought.

"Maybe it's a good idea." Miguel muttered, staring at the box of pills.

"We can just put some in her dinner, start it small and see how we go okay?" Peter replied as Miguel nodded in agreement.

--

You sat quietly eating your dinner at the dining table while Miguel and Peter watched you.

"Why are you acting so weird?" You muttered to them as they quickly looked away.

"Nothing, sweetheart. We're just making sure you eat." Miguel replied as you looked back down and continued to eat.

After you were done you were about to go to your room before you stumbled a little.

You held yourself up on the wall and groaned softly.

Miguel quickly ran to you and helped you stand up.

"Oh, sweetheart. Are you okay? Let Papi help, darling." He whispered as he slowly picked you up in his arms.

You tried to fight against him but you were getting too weak.

"I don't feel good." You whispered as your body started getting weaker.

"Shh, it's okay. Let's get you on the couch, love." He whispered as Peter sat down and Miguel place you against him.

You tried to get up but Peter wrapped his arm around your waist.

"No, sweetie. Just stay here, let us help." He whispered, his arm securely around you as you whined softly.

Miguel sat on the other side of you and started running his hand through your hair.

"See? Doesn't that feel nice? We're not hurting you, we would never hurt you." Miguel whispered as he watched you slowly relax.

"That's it, sweetie. Just let us take care of you." Peter whispered, you leant against him and slowly closed your eyes making them smile.

"Just relax, love."

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Forgot I never showed my poster designs for this pride month

I did this for uni

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I like to think that Miguel is a workaholic. And that because of bad memories it is very difficult for him to fall asleep. But when Peter is near, Miguel always sleeps peacefully.

I love them so much😭💖

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Platonic Miguel x Reader

(young reader, platonic)

Miguel had noticed you had been awfully quiet all day.

You sat on the couch watching tv when Miguel came over and sat beside you.

"Sweetheart, can I turn off the TV? I just want to talk." He asked as you nodded a little and let him turn off the TV.

"You've been really quiet all day, honey. Is something wrong?" Miguel asked as you continued to stare at the blank TV.

Miguel took your hand gently.

"Sweetheart, I can't fix this if you don't work with me. Can you look at me?" Miguel asked softly as you looked at him.

"Talk to me, love." He whispered as you sighed a little.

"I saw what you did, daddy." You whispered softly, looking away from him.

He gently reached up and turned your head back towards him.

"What did you see, baby?" He asked as he noticed tears in your eyes.

He reached up and held your face gently.

"Hey, talk to me. You can tell me anything, darling. I'm not going to get angry." He whispered as you nodded a little.

"I saw you hurt that man in the alleyway the other night." You whispered as Miguel's eyes widened.

"Oh... Sweetheart, you should've been asleep." He whispered as you started to cry.

"Are you going to hurt me, daddy?" You cried out as Miguel looked at you sadly.

"Oh, sweetheart. No, never I would never ever hurt you. Come here." He whispered as you climbed onto his lap and hugged him tightly.

"That man was a very bad man, he did some bad things and got away with them. Daddy had to do what he did to protect you and others in this city. No matter what you do, daddy will never hurt you, sweetheart. You're my everything and it's my job to protect you, okay?" Miguel whispered as he gently held you and rubbed your back.

"Okay." You whispered as Miguel slowly rocked you back and forth.

"I love you, sweetheart." He whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"I love you too."

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Dark Moon Knight (Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Marc Spector) x Reader

Minors, do not interact

Author’s Note: HC/bullet point fic <3 Technically dark content, but really only if you squint.

Type: Restored

Description: MK System and how they react when you are sick :(

Word Count: 676

Warnings: Dark content, unhealthy behavior, illness, unhealthy relationship

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Marc Spector

There is half of him that absolutely hates it when you’re sick because not only are you in great discomfort, but it causes him a considerable amount of stress.

You’re already resistant to their love and protection, and he feels like illness will only exacerbate your dislike of them.  

But much to his surprise, whatever ails you renders you weak and utterly helpless. It seems being sick drains you of nearly all energy making you more amicable to their persuasion. 

Emboldened by your newfound submissiveness, Marc dotes on your relentlessly. Though not much of a cook himself, he orders all of your favorite meals, making sure to help you eat since your muscles are still trembling. 

Part of him questions how weak you have actually become; perhaps it is all just a ruse. An attempt to lower their defenses in order to have a chance of escaping. They wouldn’t put it past you entirely

But as the illness continues, you move only between the kitchen, the bedroom and the bathroom. Their cameras pick up nothing suspicious in their absence which has Marc’s heart absolutely soaring. 

You are still somewhat tense around him, but to a degree that has him believing you’re finally coming around to reason. 

He is one to help you in full, but Marc finds himself hoping you’ll get sick again soon. (Especially if your defenses go back up afterwards.)

Jake Lockley

You’re a sniffling, coughing, steaming mess and he absolutely adores it. Not so haughty and bratty like this…

He is certainly one to tease you mercilessly through the duration of your sickness. That teasing while incredibly annoying does feel oddly justified. You’ve been spurning them for so long and with such conviction, and now you’re desperate for their help?

You are so lucky they are absolutely whipped!

In spite of his teasing, Jake is incredibly gifted at caring for you when you’re ill. No matter what you’re sick with, he knows exactly what to do. 

Jake hauls all the blankets out of their storage and makes your bed as comfortable as humanly possible. 

He doesn’t order out for food, but makes everything from the privacy of their kitchen, cooking up the best food you’ve had in your entire life. Even if your taste buds aren’t working properly, you can still experience the wonderful melody of flavors he’s able to bring together.

I think he’s one to remain healthily suspicious of you while you’re sick, but it doesn’t change how he takes care of you. He’s no less vigilant than usual. It is painfully easy to find yourself succumbing to Stockholm syndrome after being cared for by Jake. Everything feels so delightfully natural and loving, maybe you’ve been just a bit too cruel yourself. 

Steven Grant

The moment he finds out you’re sick, he becomes overwhelmingly suffocating with his concern and assumes responsibility. 

In actuality, he knows you’re unwell before you do. Since he’s taken to watching you in your sleep, he notes your breathing changes and how you sniffle and cough. 

Yes, he does wake you up so he can give you some water and cold medicine. (But don’t worry, he’s added a little something to help you fall back asleep in no time). 

When you wake in earnest, he’s asking you how you’re feeling, taking your temperature and logging what medications he is having you take and when. 

There is little you can actually do to resist his care since you’re so unwell. But something does seem amiss. No matter how many hours or days pass, you don’t seem to be making any progress. 

Steven insists he’s doing all he can, you must be more sick than originally thought. (Don’t worry so much, just let him help). 

This man is absolutely taken with how you’ve been made so entirely reliant on them through your sickness that he can’t seem to find it within himself to let you get better. 

It’s not until one of the others takes over caring for you that you start to feel somewhat normal again. 

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Where to Go...

DARK PLATONIC Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Jedi Reader

Minors, do not interact

Author’s Note: N/A

Type: Restored

Description: Under the thumb of the Mandalorian, you find yourself with little other option but to give in to your adrenaline fueled instincts.

Word Count: 818

Warnings: Dark Content, implied captivity, unhealthy relationship, moderate violence, choking

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The inside of the Razor Crest had been thoroughly explored from top to bottom, with every unlocked room and storage space known to you in full. Every dusty corner, every junk filled compartment had been scouted and memorized. There was not much else to do when one had been so securely locked inside the Mandalorian’s starship. Even three whole months of obedience and respect had gained you little in the way of privileges. Sure free reign of the majority of the ship and use of the fresher without frequent check-ins could be appreciated, but those should have been personal rights, not ‘gifts’ from a delusional captor. 

Sitting up in the makeshift cot the Mandalorian had made himself, you could once again feel the desire for freedom falter. In no way were you old enough to challenge the man for your liberation, nor did you possess the skills to effectively escape and maintain a life separate from the one you had been forced to accept. Your heart ached for home, for the familiar landscape of the Temple, for the soft embraces of your loved ones and friends. But the months away from everything you had known rendered your memories weak and flimsy, leaving you with the solidifying reality that you now belonged to someone else. 

The Mandalorian wasn’t exactly cruel; though you had feared for your life in the initial moments of your capture, he had not given you real reason to do so, only giving you gruff affection on peaceful days and stiff warnings when you inadvertently threatened to breach certain boundaries. There was no guessing with the Mandalorian; he made life comfortably predictable. What was the purpose of using what little energy you had for a futile endeavor? Even the presence of the inhibitor cuff encasing your arm had become unremarkable.

 Dreams and paling memories could easily sate your fading desire for another life. 

During the early hours of the afternoon, you had fallen asleep, finding no reason to stay awake until the emptiness of your stomach roused you. Rubbing the crust for your eyes, you could feel the muscles of your arms start to involuntarily shake. 

How many hours had it been since you last ate?

Force, you couldn’t remember. Every day, every hour started to fade together behind the durasteel confines of the Razor Crest. Meals were relatively easy to forget until your body really started to show signs of decline. For the most part, the ship was void of anything you could eat and feel fulfilled; if you wanted anything substantial , you had to ask the Mandalorian and ask him nicely. 

Leaving the comfort of your cot, you started to scour the ship in case some morsels could be found. Your younger ‘brother’ did have a penchant for stowing snacks in places where he thought you nor the Mandalorian could find them. Deciding to explore lower areas, places where only little Grogu could fit, you searched with a near ravenous determination. Discovering a nook in the Madnalorian’s quarters, you shoved your arm in the opening, finding only dust. 

“Kriffing hell…” You sighed, trying to pull your arm out only to find it stuck. 

The outside of your inhibitor cuff had been caught on a jagged piece of ship material. Twisting your arm around in slow circles loosened the cuff enough where you could free yourself without too much discomfort. Stumbling back from the effort, you rubbed the length of your arm, especially the spot where the cuff had once been. It had left a wretched mark, that would surely leave scarring in the days to come. 

“What are you doing in my quarters?”

Heavy hands seized your shoulders, turning you around so you could meet the familiar sight of the Mandalorian's black visor. He had returned from his mission earlier than anticipated. 

“I asked you a question, kid.” The thick tension of his voice made you shudder. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

His grip became unbearable as those calculating hands started to find purchase along the flesh of your throat. 

“Escaping? Trying to look for a weapon?! I knew a day like this would come, you ungrateful little–”

The very moment you could feel his fingers start to add a frightening amount of pressure, you reacted. Instinct overrode your growing attachment to complacency, and that familiar power you had been torn from, bore down upon the Mandalorian, effectively pinning him to the wall. 

His legs kicked out, hands grasping at something unseen around his own throat. “K–Kid…Can’t….b…brea..the…”

At once you let him go, the Mandalorian’s body crumpled to the floor as you tried to grasp at some sense of tranquility to ease the debilitating terror that wracked your body and mind. Though trembling, you staggered back towards your bed, hiding under the blankets, knowing they would offer little in the way of protection once your captor had fully recovered. 

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